The Masseur (Ch. 16)(Exclusive)

The Masseur

Chapter 16

Amelia Bones was nervous as she stood in the dressing room. She had never done anything like this before. It was only the repeated recommendation of Tonks that she finally decided to give it a try.

Being an Auror for years, she had been constantly on her feet, patrolling Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade. That wasn’t even counting the fact that she had to constantly train. Then there were the multiple times that she had been seriously injured during a takedown or raid. After she had moved up in the ranks, she started her life as a desk jockey. Sitting for eight to twelve hours a day on a chair wasn’t the best for her back and hips. Aches and pains were a constant in her life these days. The same could be said for Tonks. The Auror was a carbon copy of her in her younger years. She put everything into the job and often threw caution to the wind. Now she was feeling the effects of that in her body. The only difference was that Tonks was now receiving treatment from Harry Potter.

At first, she didn’t believe the young man could have such an effect on a person’s body. After all, if a Healer could do nothing about it, what chance did a wizard with no medical training have? However, Tonks swore by it. In fact, many others did as well. They valued it so much that there was an absurdly long waiting list just to get an hour of his time. Of course, Potter was happy to let his friends jump the line. So when Amelia finally agreed, Tonks quickly set up an appointment for her for the following day. Now she was in the dressing room wrapping a big, fluffy towel around her nude body. Her heart was beating faster than it did in a very long time. After her dangerous and exciting life as an Auror, there weren’t many things that could get her blood pumping in such a way.

‘Maybe it’s because I haven’t been with a man in years,’ she thought to herself as she neatly folded her clothes and placed them in the little cubby hole. That was probably it, she thought. Not having felt the male touch in so long was bound to cause a bit of nerves, especially considering she was about to lay out in front of a young hunk with only a towel to protect her modesty.

She took a deep breath. “Stop being such a pussy,” she told herself. After all, she had once taken on three Death Eaters at the same time and defeated them all. She had no reason to be nervous about getting a simple massage. “Just go in, get your treatment, and leave. It’s that simple,” she said as she squared her shoulders and walked out of the room. As soon as she entered the main room, all her worries left her body as the wonderful scent of magically infused jasmine permeated her nostrils. Amelia instantly calmed and relaxed as she walked over to the massage table.

“Madam Bones,” Harry greeted her while helping her onto the table. Amelia climbed on and laid facedown. As she did, the bottom of her towel rose up, showing off the bottom of her perky ass cheeks. Harry helped her by rearranging her towel.

“Mr. Potter,” she greeted him in return. “Thank you for fitting me into your busy schedule,” she said.

“Don’t mention it,” he replied as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She felt him lower the towel, exposing her back. She gasped loudly when warm oil was poured all over her bare skin. The oil made her tingle in such wonderful ways. “Why don’t you tell me about your problems while I begin,” he said, placing the bottle down and moving his hands to her back. Amelia shuddered when his fingers first touched her tingling skin.

“M-My back!” she stuttered as his fingertips grazed against the sensitive skin above her ribs. As they traveled higher, her body bucked when they brushed over the sides of her healthy boobs which weren’t hidden by the table. When his fingers began to rub her soft and smooth underarms, Amelia’s toes curled, and she whimpered pathetically.

“What about your back?” he asked while continuing to work. Amelia bit her lower lip before answering.

“My lower back. It hurts from sitting at a desk all day. Also my hips. My right one to be specific. They hurt at night when I’m laying down,” she explained.

“Do you sleep on your side?” he asked as his fingers dug deeper into her soft underarms. No man had ever played with that part of her body before. ‘Why should they?’ she questioned. It wasn’t exactly an area known for being erotic … and yet, she was already fighting back an orgasm as he played with that area of her buxom body.

“Mmhmm,” she hummed, not trusting her voice at the moment. Her traitorous body was acting on its own. She couldn’t keep herself from squirming around. The best she could do was to keep her movements to a minimum.

“That’s probably why,” he told her smartly. “Your hip bone is probably misaligned. I’ll work on it and get you straightened out.”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed again. His hands then moved onto her shoulders. The way his fingers and thumbs dug into her skin was incredible. He was working out knots of stress that she didn’t even know that she had. While it felt good, it wasn’t orgasm-inducing like his earlier actions. So while he worked her shoulders, she nearly fell asleep. She had only been there for five minutes, and already she was putty in his hands. Her neck was rubbed next, which made her mewl in contentedness. When his hands moved up and down her arms and over her fingers, rubbing his own special blend of oil all over her, she actually did fall asleep. However, when her towel was completely removed and the warm oil dripped down onto her plump ass, her eyes flew open, and she let out a squeal of pleasure. The oil dripped directly down her crack, over her pussy, and onto her clit. The sensation was too much to handle. She squeaked and squealed as her body bucked uncontrollably. Mini orgasms rocked her body over and over while Harry continued to toy with her body as if nothing was out of the ordinary. She was forced to stuff her fist into her mouth when his hands started to caress her wide hips.

“Is this the trouble area?” he suddenly asked, rubbing the area near her pelvic bone. Amelia could barely form a response.

“Y-Yes!” she convulsed. “That’s the area with the aches.”

With his muscled arms, he turned her body onto her side and moved her leg into position. He then twisted her torso violently until she heard a loud pop. Amelia squealed in pain and pleasure as her hip was put back into place. She wasn’t even paying attention to the fact that her big, luscious tits were exposed, or the fact that he was happily staring at them. She was too busy trying to concentrate on anything other than her orgasming pussy. While she was still on her side, Harry got onto the table and lifted her leg up. Resting it over his shoulder, he used one hand to massage the small of her back while the other massaged the area where her leg connected to her hip.

‘He’s not even being careful with his touches!’ she realized through her orgasm-induced daze. His fingers were slipping and sliding all over her wet and sloppy twat. The only thing stopping her from slapping him was the fact that his touches felt amazing. Pussy juice was liberally leaking from between her engorged lips, making her pussy slick and shiny. Her clit was as hard as a rock, ready to be played with. Occasionally, his fingers would accidentally touch it, throwing her into another round of mini orgasms.

Amelia obviously knew that he could see everything down below. She was very grateful that she actually took Tonks’s advice and removed most of the hair down there. The only hair left was a neatly-trimmed strip that covered a portion of her plump mound. Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but no sound came out. The pleasure was beyond anything that she had ever felt. She didn’t even know when he grabbed the bottle again. She only realized it when he poured it all over her tits, belly, and pussy. Immediately, the tingling made her orgasm grow.

“Potter!” she squealed, arching her back. Harry got off of the table and moved to her side. He rolled her body onto her other side so that she was facing him. Amelia didn’t care that she was acting like a whore. Her body was moving on instinct alone. Her legs were opened wide, and her fat pussy was on full display while Harry massaged and groped her big tits. He pinched and pulled on her hard, crinkled nipples which made her body shiver. When she opened her eyes, she came face to face with the front of his tented sweatpants.

‘Since he didn’t ask permission to touch me, there’s no reason why I shouldn’t do the same,’ she told herself as she reached out and pulled his pants halfway down his thighs. She wasn’t expecting a massive slab of man meat to spring out and hit her in the face. “EEP!” she cried out from the sudden assault. She heard him chuckle merrily as his cock rested across her face. The bastard didn’t even have the decency to move it off of her. Taking it in hand, she started to stroke it … slowly at first as she got used to acting in such a way. Eventually, her confidence grew, and she leaned in, giving the fat, domed head a kiss. Her eyes fluttered then rolled into the back of her head when one of his hands left her busty breasts and moved down between her parted legs. When his talented fingers started to stroke the sensitive area between her plump lips, Amelia didn’t bother hiding her arousal. Instead, she moaned like a whore and arched her back, pressing her tits into his fondling hand. Over and over he massaged the oil into her cumming pussy. Over and over she experienced an orgasm that just kept getting stronger. Before she even knew it, she had his cock in her mouth and was bobbing her head while trying to work the cream from his big, bloated, cum-filled balls. At that moment, all she wanted was a mouthful of his seed.

Amelia moaned around his cock when two of his fingers split her lips apart and slid inside of her. She felt them curl until he was expertly stimulating her throbbing g-spot. Her hips rolled back and forth in a way that they hadn’t in a very long time as she fucked herself on his hand. Faster and faster her head bobbed, taking him deeper with every thrust of her face. Once or twice, she even gagged while trying to take his monster cock all the way down her throat. As she felt his fingers pinch her hard nipple and roll it between them, she simply couldn’t take it anymore. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers while he violently fucked her with his hand. She squealed so loud that it hurt her throat. The vibrations from her screams pushed Harry over the edge as well.

Once, twice, three times Harry’s cock pumped her mouth full of cum. Amelia was forced to pull back, gurgling in panic as her mouth was too full. She tried to swallow it down as more cum spurted across her face and down her tits. Harry pulled his fingers out and slapped her pussy hard enough to make her scream. A small spurt of liquid shot out of her pussy. Then, Harry suddenly began grinding his fingers against her throbbing and swollen clit. Amelia cried out and begged for mercy as the small spurt turned into an arching fountain. Her body was shaking, and her tits were flopping as pussy juice leaked all over the table and floor. Amelia just laid back, breathing heavily while letting her body do whatever it needed to do. Harry, for his part, simply put his cock back in his pants and picked up her chart.

“I’ll pencil you in for another treatment next Thursday. Does that work for you?” he asked.

As her body shook and her pussy squirted, she looked at him like he was crazy.

“Of fucking course, it w-works!” she said in a warbling voice as she clamped her thighs together tightly while thrashing around in pure pleasure.