The Masseur (Ch. 17)(Exclusive)

The Masseur

Chapter 17

Susan Bones was sitting in the waiting room nervously, playing with the hem of her knee-length dress. Like her aunt, Susan was a side sleeper, and when she complained about having hip pain while resting at night, her aunt immediately recommended that she visit Harry Potter.

“His treatments are brilliant,” Amelia stated. “I’ve only seen him twice, and I already feel like a new woman,” she happily declared. She certainly wasn’t lying, Susan thought as she looked back on the past week. Her aunt seemed happier and had much more pep in her step than normal. She had even begun jogging laps around the perimeter of their sprawling manor again. Whatever Harry was doing was definitely working.

Susan knew that Harry had started some type of physical therapy clinic, but she didn’t know the details. Her aunt was being very cagey about exactly what Harry did. The only things Susan got out of her were a small smirk and a “you’ll see.” This didn’t fill her with confidence. When probed a little harder, she finally admitted that Harry was mainly a masseur, but he was also good at realigning the bones.

She was a little hesitant to go at first. She, of course, knew Harry, though they had never been close friends. They were more like friendly acquaintances, and she wasn’t sure she wanted him poking around her body. There was also the fact that Susan was dating a boy she hoped might become a full-on boyfriend sometime soon. He probably wouldn’t take too kindly to another man touching her in such a way, even if it were for medical reasons. When she spoke to her aunt about it, she just rolled her eyes.

“Trust me. You won’t regret it,” her aunt assured her. Susan sensed that her aunt would be quite pleased if the boy she was dating broke up with her. Lazy and good-for-nothing were a few adjectives her aunt had used to describe him. In the end, Susan relented and agreed to see him. Now, she was in the waiting room, rapidly losing her nerves. Suddenly, the door opened, and Astoria Malfoy walked out with a big, happy smile on her gorgeous face. Her hair was a bit messy, and her cheeks had a rosy glow to them. She waved goodbye to Harry and looked back at him once again before leaving.

“Susan,” Harry greeted her, holding the door open for her. Susan exhaled nervously and stood up. She sent Harry what she hoped was a kind smile. “How have you been?” he asked, leading her into the other room.

“I’ve been good,” she answered, looking around the room. There wasn’t much to the room. There was a cabinet and a massage table in the middle. “Thanks for seeing me.”

Harry smiled at her and waved it away. “It’s no problem,” he told her before pointing to another door. “You can undress in there. There’s towels to cover yourself up.” Susan nodded and went into the room.

Her heart began beating rapidly when the door closed behind her. She had gotten massages before and knew what was expected. However, those massages had been by clumsy-handed boyfriends or other women. Harry was neither. “Calm down,” she told herself. “It’s just a simple massage. It’s nothing to get worked up about.” Susan inhaled deeply and exhaled. She then stripped down and covered her ample assets with a large, fluffy towel.

When she exited the room, Harry patted the table, and Susan dutifully climbed on. She tried her best to be careful not to flash him as she did. Once on her belly, she rested her face in the padded hole. “Amelia says you have a problem with your hip. Is that right?” Harry asked. She heard him open the cabinet.

“Yeah. I sleep weirdly, and it causes my body some pain every now and then,” she answered truthfully.

“Amelia too, but I got her all fixed up,” Harry assured her. “Just relax, and I’ll take care of everything,” Harry told her. Before she could answer, he poured some oil up and down the backs of her legs. The oil was warm … almost hot. The oil began making her skin tingle. The tingle was quite pleasant, but it quickly grew until it reached her pussy. Susan whimpered as her pussy began to throb. It certainly didn’t help when Harry set the bottle down and started massaging her legs.

Susan’s eyes were wide open, as was her mouth. Her breaths came out ragged and labored as Harry’s fingers glided up and down her smooth skin. His fingertips tickled the area behind her knees, making her pussy clench with need. She whimpered even louder. This time, Harry heard it.

“Are your muscles sore?” he asked her while continuing to the backs of her thighs. Susan’s hands clenched into fists as she fought through the pleasure.

“Y-Yes … Very sore,” she lied. She thought she would die of embarrassment if he discovered how horny she was. His hands moved further up her thighs and under the towel, and his thumbs brushed against the bottoms of her shapely cheeks. Susan had to stop herself from lifting her ass in the air like a bitch in heat.

‘You shouldn’t be acting like this,’ a part of her brain said. ‘You have a boyfriend!’ Another part of her brain countered this argument. ‘He’s not your boyfriend. You’re only dating. You’re still technically single.’

Her battle of the mind was momentarily stopped when Harry folded the bottom of her towel up, exposing her bare bottom. She knew there was no way he couldn’t smell the scent of her arousal. Not only that, but her legs were somewhat parted, and he could definitely see her shaved slit absolutely dripping with pussy juice. Susan would have been mortified if Harry hadn’t taken the opportunity to pour oil all over her wide ass. She closed her mouth just in time to stop the loud squeal and turn it into a muffled whimper of pleasure. The oil dripped down into her crack and over her quivering pussy. At the same time, Harry’s talented hands slid up the backs of her thighs, and he palmed both cheeks. His thumbs slipped between her cheeks, and when he started massaging them, she felt them spread apart. The pad of his thumb accidentally brushed over her puckered hole, and that was simply too much for her to handle.

“OH!” Susan squealed as the lights flashed behind her eyes. She rolled onto her side, sending her towel tumbling to the floor. Her buxom body curled into a fetal position and violently spasmed. She looked desperately at Harry, silently pleading with him not to make fun of her while in such a state. Much to her embarrassment, she saw little squirts of pussy juice spraying from her cumming pussy and wetting the front of his shirt. “H-Harry …” she tried to apologize, but the words were impossible to get out while the vicious orgasm rocked her body. Harry just smiled at her.

“It’s okay, Susan. It’s supposed to feel good,” he explained while caressing the side of her oily thigh. “Now I need to fix your hip. Is that alright?” he asked her. All Susan could do was nod.

Harry lifted one of her legs and placed his hand on her hip. Her leg was bent at the knee, and with it up in the air, there was no denying that he could see everything she had to offer. Her pussy was still contracting and leaking juices all down her inner thigh. Strangely, her first thought was that she was very happy she had taken the time to remove the hair down there. Any other thought was put aside when he used his body weight to push her leg forward. Susan heard a loud pop that was quickly followed by a momentary surge of pain. Then, Harry poured more oil all over her hip and lower belly. Any remaining pain was suddenly gone and replaced by that pleasurable tingle. Harry massaged the oil into her hip and the junction of her leg. Susan wasn’t thinking clearly and accidentally let out the biggest moan of her life. Harry’s fingers were coming dangerously close to her womanhood, but it was her body that betrayed her. Her spasms and bucking caused her pussy to rub against his fingers. When they bumped into her clit and the oil was smeared all over her throbbing bead, that was it for her. Her orgasm flared to life and was even stronger than before.

Through her pleasured squeaks and squeals, she heard Harry chuckle. “If you wanted to be massaged down there, you should have just asked,” he teased while rubbing the junction of her leg with his thumb.

Susan’s body bucked again, and she rolled onto her back. There was no way she could keep her legs closed. Her clit was too sensitive, and the slightest touch would set her off again. Her big breasts were now exposed to him, and she was too out of her mind to realize it and cover them. All she could think about was Harry’s words. Did she want him to take things further? Before she could even properly think about it, the words, “Yes … please,” escaped her lips. Not to pass up such an opportunity, Harry quickly poured oil all over her pussy and tits, and he wasn’t shy about touching her there.

His hand started on her lower belly and slid down her smooth mound before reaching her puffy, pink lips. One of his fingers slid between her plump lips while two other fingers pinched her lips inward. The pleasure was exquisite, and Susan spread her legs as wide as they could go. “Keep going!” she pleaded in a pleasured, hushed voice. Harry must have taken her words literally because his fingers slid further down until they rubbed against her virgin asshole. Susan had no idea that she could cum so hard from having her asshole played with. She squealed loudly, and her legs snapped together, trapping Harry’s hand against her womanhood. Her body shook and trembled while her nipples became so stiff that they were starting to hurt. In her lust-clouded mind, she wished that Harry would massage those too. No sooner had she wished it that Harry’s free hand began rubbing the oil all over her jiggling tits. His strong hands kneaded her delicate flesh, but Susan wanted more. “My nipples,” she begged through a gasping breath.

“You have a beautiful body,” Harry complimented her while pinching the stiff tips of her nipples. He rolled the little bead between his fingers while Susan bucked her hips and rubbed herself against Harry’s trapped hand. Susan’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her legs opened wide. Her hips bucked so hard that they bounced off the table. Harry kept his hand firmly placed on her cumming pussy, even as a torrent of pussy juice sprayed out of her quivering twat.

Susan had no idea her body could respond to pleasure in such a way. Sure, she had had orgasms before. Although most, if not all, had been from her own fingers. However, she had never squirted before, not even a little. From Harry’s wonderful fingers, a constant spray shot from between her legs while her back arched and her tits bounced. Her face was pink from the constant squeals and moans. Harry’s fingers continued to rub her sensitive inner lips while his thumb traced circles around her swollen clit.

“I don’t think I can take much more!” Susan cried out through labored breaths. Her head was feeling light, and her body was beginning to cramp from the continuous spasms. Harry finished her off by lightly pinching her clit and tugging on her aching nipple. Susan’s back bowed hard enough that the bones popped. Showing mercy, Harry’s hand moved from between her legs, and he tenderly rubbed her belly and the underside of her breasts. Susan couldn’t stop her eyes from fluttering. “That was …” she began while trying to catch her breath.

“Pretty good, huh?” Harry amusedly said. Susan dumbly nodded while Harry lovingly played with her smooth, oily skin.

“I can see why Auntie recommended you,” Susan said, blowing the red hair from her face. Her legs were still wide open like a raging slut, but she didn’t care at the moment. Harry’s hand slid from her belly back to her pussy. He rubbed her slick pussy one last time, which made Susan squeak and buck.

“Well, I recommend that you come see me again. You’re going to need constant treatments to keep your lovely body in perfect working condition,” Harry told her. Susan nodded in agreement. Her body could definitely use more maintenance … preferably several times a week.

Susan shakily got to her feet and nearly fell when they couldn’t hold her weight. Thankfully, Harry was there to catch her. Her big tits pressed against his chest, and his hands cupped her bottom. Susan looked at him and blushed deeply. Harry chuckled and gave her ass one last squeeze before steadying her. “Thanks,” she said gratefully.

“Talk to Gabrielle out in the waiting room. She’ll pencil you in for another appointment,” Harry smiled kindly. Susan would definitely be doing that, she thought as she walked back to the changing room. She looked back at Harry one last time and saw him greedily checking out her naked body. Susan found that she didn’t mind one bit. Already planning to come back as soon as possible, she knew that Harry would be seeing a lot more of her body.