Lockdown Massage

With Tahan Lew-Fatt
Written by TPG
CODES: MF, handjob, blowjob, cheating, deep throat, rimming
DISCLAIMER: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only



I literally had to turn my world upside down, as Tahan Lew-Fatt continued to renege on the bet we had made several weeks earlier.

Fortunately for me the social-media butterfly couldn't keep away from instagram for more than a few hours, so I kept hounding her until she finally agreed to Skye with me, to discuss how she was going to pay.

I don't know what pissed her off more, the fact that I continued to harass her about it, or the fact that her boyfriend found out and not only sided with ME, but insisted that I come over and collect on her promise to give me a twenty minute massage.

"Remember, it's only twenty minutes. Not a minute more or a minute less." Tahan maintained via Skye. "That's what we agreed to."

"Don't make me come down there, into the city, if you're not going to do it." I replied. "Remember, you owe me."

"Don't worry, she'll do it!" her boyfriend chimed in. "I'll be here to make sure she doesn't back out of the deal."

"Thanks Dave. Much appreciated."

"Jesus. This is messed up." she laughed. "Almost feels like I'm being pimped out or something."

"Hey, you made the deal and now you have to deal with the consequences." I reminded her. "Just remember you lost fair and square."

"Whatever."

"That's true." Dave agreed. "Give the man his massage and be done with it."

Having all agreed to the terms, we made arrangements for me to come over to their [quarantined] apartment around 5pm, and despite all the lies and cloak and dagger stuff I had to do with my own wife and family, I arrived to their door just a few minutes late. When Tahan greeted me in nothing but a silk bathrobe and heels, I almost fell over.

"About time." she quipped. "I was starting to wonder if you were even gunna show up. Figured you'd changed your mind."

"Not on your life," I said before stepping into the apartment.

For a split moment I wondered if we were fortunate enough to have the entire place to ourselves, but of course because of the state-wide lock-down, Dave was right there enjoying another round of Fortnite on the couch, which clearly annoyed Tahan.

"Hey buddy," he said before offering me a fist bump, and addressing his girl. "Told you he'd make it."

"ugh. blow me." she snapped back a little too aggressively.

"So what did you tell the wife," she asked me, as they were good friends.

"I lied and told her I had something office related I needed to sort out."

Dave and I laughed.

"ugh, men are such pigs."

"Well, unless of course YOU want to call her up and tell her what I'm actually doing here,"

Both Dave and I looked back at Tahan who just stood there not knowing what to say. We all knew she didn't want to make that call and deal with the fallout from my wife - who was known to be the jealous type.

Instead she shrugged her shoulders and I followed her through the lavish apartment, and into the main bedroom, where there was a professional massage table already set up. Whether it had been there prior to my visit or set up solely for my benefit, I didn't know and I didn't care.

"Just make yourself at home, and I'll be right back." she smiled. "Would you like a drink?"

"No thanks, but what about...what we talking about," I whispered. "The other part of the deal, remember?"

I was referring to the fact that early on during our negotiations when Tahan had originally suggested giving me the massage, one of the stipulation was that she'd be topless. In fact it was the only reason I had agreed to the rub down, over dinner and a night out on the town at the Crown casino, which would have set her back at least a thousand bucks.

"I didn't tell him about that part of the deal." Tahan admitted. "but I've got a plan. Just hold tight and I'll back in a tick."

I began to shed my clothes as I listened to them chat in the next room and heard Dave mention that he was going to take a shower. In fact I heard the shower start up in the other room as Tahny returned with a fresh towel and some lotions, while I already lay naked face down on the table.

"I got David to take a shower, so we should be good." she said, as I looked up to notice that her robe had slipped opened slightly to reveal the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"You guys must be getting your monies worth out of this massage table," I said, making conversation.

"Yeah, he has me giving him some physiotherapy at least two or three times a week."

As Tahan and I conversed, she laid a small towel over my lower back and buttocks and went to work on my muscles, working her long nimble fingers into my knots. Her hands worked so fast and expertly, it almost made my head spin in pleasure.

It was as if all the tension and stress encapsulated in my muscles had nowhere else to go, my body had no other way to cope with it than to send blood rushing down, turning my cock rigid and hard, aching for release.

It took every bit of my willpower not to grind into the bed beneath me, just to get a little satisfaction. I groaned as Tahan dug deep into the curve of my shoulder blade, running her fingers lower, and lower.

"Hmm. How's that feel," she asked cautiously, but I could have sworn she was flirting with me.

We chatted casually while she massaged my back and spine and in no time at all our time together was quickly drawing to an end.

"We-uh, we're approaching the end of our time." Tahan informed me. "Our twenty minutes are almost up."

"I guess," I replied, as I shifted under the towel and turned to lay on my back.

Now that I had rolled over, my aching cock was almost impossible to miss, tenting the soft fabric and twitching with hopefulness. Tahan's eyes locked onto it, desire gleaming. She licked her lips unconsciously while stopping to add more oil to her hands.

"We're almost done, but you still wearing that robe," I said. "What happened to being topless."

"oh, right-right-right. I almost forgot."

Tahan reached for the belt of her robe and unlatched it, before flicking it off her shoulders to leave her standing there in nothing but a set of panties and matching black heels. It was quite the look, and made me raise a brow.

"And I assume we're going to finish like most places do in town, am I right?"

I let the uncertainty linger in the air between us, making Tahan blush as I alluded to her giving me a happy ending.

"Err, I don't know about that." she giggled nervously. "Not with Dave in the next room."

I reached out to grab her wrist, "Tahan, if not now, when?"

She understood my meaning right away, with everything that was going on outside. If she wasn't going to make this trip worthwhile for me, I didn't know when I'd get another opportunity to see her again.

"Should I remove the sheet or are you going to do it for me," I asked. "Maybe I should just do it (masturbate) myself."

"No. I'll do it." she ultimately replied. "It's the least I can do, I owe you after all."

"Yes. Yes you do."






The onetime Big Brother contestant stepped around to stand by my side, and pinched the towel to expose my erection rising eight inches into the air. The towel fell to the floor with a soft thud, but I doesn't hear it because I was too distracted by Tahan's shocked expression.

"Are you kidding me," she gasped, her deep brown eyes widening at the sight of my cock. "Your wife is a lucky girl."

"Impressive, isn't it." I boasted, while making it twitch.

Instead of answering, Tahan let out another tiny moan.

"I bet that gets your pussy nice and wet, doesn't it." I snickered. "Well, better not let that distract you we only have a few minutes left."

"Um, exactly." she stammered while squirting oil all over her hand, getting it nice and shiny and slick.

"I've been looking forward to this, all week." I smirked.

"Before we proceed," she added. "You have to promise me. You can't tell anyone about this. Especially Becky, your wife."

I agreed, as Tahan wrapped her long, slender fingers around my cock, smearing the oil around, teasing the head and making sure my shaft was fully coated.

I let out an involuntary groan, marveling at how soft her hands felt as they worked their way up and down my shaft, enthralling me with a twisting flick of the wrist on the upstroke.

She worked slowly at first, stroking at a steady rhythm, before adjusting her grip and holding my cock so that with each stroke her thumb brushed across that sensitive spot at the tip of my knob, triggering a small jerk of my legs every time she make contact. She giggled quietly while jacking me off.

"I can't believe you talked me into this,"

However despite her whining there was a longing in Tahan's eyes, as she played and stared unblinking at my engorged cock. I took this opportunity to reach out and pulled her closer to the table.

"Where's that famous ass," I told her. "Come closer."

She obeyed, not missing a single beat as she stroked my wood with her hand.

"Seriously though, what the fuck." she mouthed, then giggled. "It's so fucking big. I don't think it'd even fit in my mouth."

"You really like it don't you."

She didn't answer in fear of incriminating herself but nodded in the affirmative.

"You've got great hands, Tahan."

The aussie model blushed, "All my ex boyfriends used to say I give the best hand jobs."

"Tahn, stand closer so I can squeeze your ass." I insisted. "So I can see how wet you are."

With painstaking deliberation, she looked at the clock on the wall as she stepped closer to give me access to her panties.

"I wanna pull them aside so fucking badly right now," I told her, as I rubbed the front of her lacy black thong barely big enough to contain her plump pussy lips. "Open your legs."

Tahan followed my command, and opened her stands enough to grant me access to her pussy.

Her hand tightened around my cock as my fingers slipped under the fabric, making her shudder. I swiped an index finger along her smooth slit, relishing the juices that collected there. I took a moment to swirl the pad of my finger around her clit, already swollen with lust. She pulled back initially, not wanting things to get out of control, but then relaxed and moaned once I circled her clit.

"Fuck-yeah." I cooed a little too loudly.

"Quiet!" she demanded, while still stroking my python.

I took my soaking fingers from her pussy and held them up to her face.

"Now clean them off for me."

Obediently, Tahan inclines her head, leaning down to wrap her tender, plump lips around my finger, swirling her tongue around the tip as if it were the head of my cock.

I could perfectly imagine it, her lips tight around my prick, sliding up and down. Her tongue, licking, sucking and swirling at the tip, teasing and forcing me closer to the edge.

"Mm... I taste sweet." she moaned.

"I bet you do." I said, before returning my fingers back to her cunt.

I rubbed at her g-spot, in time with the jerk of her pumping hand. I rubbed my finger up to the peak of her slit where her clit was swollen and begging for my attention.

She shut her eyes and moaned, arching her back while grinding her hips down on my finger—her pumping hand never slowing down over my meat. I rubbed furious in circles, working her closer and closer before switching to a new technique.

Tahan's clit was so engorged I could pinch it between my fingers, and did so. I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger, heightening her pleasure.

"Unnf," she moaned. "Fuck, you shouldn't tease me like that. I could do something I might regret. I need it.

"You're pussy is so wet right now,"

"Fuuuuck, please."

Her begging brought a smirk to my face.

"Play with yourself," I commanded, and could tell that she was itching to touch herself, because the hand that wasn't occupying my jacking cock immediately went to her clit.

This continued for several moments with her grinding her hips against her fingers, before something seemed to snap inside her head.

"Ah-fuck it," Tahan snapped, before bending over to slip the head of my fat cock into her mouth.

I almost moaned out loud, as she bent over from the waist and licked across the head, giving a little moan when she squeezed my shaft and some pre-cum leaked out. She put her lips on the head and slowly pressed them down over my rod, taking more and more into her mouth as she used her tongue to swipe saliva down my meat.

I was in ecstasy. And it got even better when her lips kept going until they reached my abdomen and balls, signaling that Melbourne-based model had taken my whole length into her mouth and throat.

"Fuckk—!!" I gasped with surprise. "I can't believe I'm literally in your throat right now."

Tahan slowly worked her way back up and let the slippery head fall out of her mouth, to smile.

"You're big, but not the biggest I've ever had."







"Is that right, why don't you show me just what kind of an experienced little slut you really are,"

She dipped her head back down and inhaled my dick again, this time going all the way down in one smooth action. As her mouth and throat swallowed me whole, her tongue was busy on my shaft, swirling all around and causing me exquisite pleasure.

She came back up and kept only the head in her mouth, sucking and licking underneath the crown with that magnificent tongue. I knew right there that I had to taste her or I was going to lose my fucking mind.

HOWEVER FATE HAD OTHER IDEAS, and we both glared at each other as we heard the shower stop in the next room, and with only moments to spare, Tahan rushed to peel her panties down her legs, and impatiently hopped up onto the table to place the two of us into a sixty-nine position.

The moment her knee swung over my head, I planted my mouth firmly against her juicy slit and buried my tongue into her pussy, as she dove forward to take the head of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around before engulfing me.

"Mmppphhff—we don't have much time!!" she huffed as I plunged my tongue even deeper still into her oozing minge.

I was rewarded with another moan as she pushed my cock further into her throat and gagged, spitting and slobbering all over me, and getting me nice and wet. As she worked her way down and bobbed her head back and forth, I zeroed in on her meaty clit and slurped on it loudly as my hands grabbed and squeezed at her ass and thighs.

When I felt my cock squeeze all the way into the back of her narrow throat again, I groaned deep into her 30-year-old cunt then pulling her ass down onto my face and licked at her asshole.

"unngh fuck—yesss." she moaned from the other side of the table. "I like that, eat my ass."

I was only happy to oblige, as I squeezed and pulled her buttocks apart and began to hungrily tongue-punch her backdoor again and again, driving her wild and making her squirm uncontrollably. I was now thrusting my hips up to meet her throat, fucking her mouth an urging her to make me bust.

WE ONLY HAD MOMENTS before Dave would dry himself off and emerge from the bathroom, to catch us locked in a sixty-nine on the massage table.

I was just moments away from blowing my wad, and most probably killing her from asphyxiation, when she suddenly lunged off my face, and in an instant, flipped over to straddle me, while reaching down between us to grasp my cock to impale herself.

"Quick, I need it inside me!" she huffed. "I promise it'll just take a second."

"Tahan, wait... what if—fuuuck!"

I watched spellbound as she rubbed my bulbous head against her glistening pedal-like lips, then slowly slid down on my cock while her hands gripped my chest. My own hands immediately went to grab at her flared hips, as she took my girth in one full action and proceeded to ride me, her eyes rolling into the back of her head while her mouth fell open as she'd bottom out, with several loud claps of skin against skin.

"fuck, fuck, fuck..."

Her cunt was so hot, tight and wet on my cock that we couldn't go slow without the threat of ejaculating, so she just rode me hard and fast and went from 0-60 in 00.2 seconds, slamming her full weight down my on my cock again and again.

Such was the sheer ferocity of her swinging butt that she only managed to ride me through a dozen or so thrusts before I came like a dysfunctional oil well, spewed and spurting and ejaculated all inside her searing hot cooze before she sat down hard on my nuts to inadvertently force me to fill her womb with spunk.

"ohmigoddd, fuuuuckkk!!" she trembled violently above me.

I can so fucking hard and deep inside her I was sure I'd knocked her the fuck up.

I had barely finished riding out my orgasm when Tahan somehow had the foresight to jump off the table (and my cock) and snatch her robe and cover herself, before grabbing the towel to wipe up the mess on the table, just as we heard Dave emerge in the kitchen to grab a drink.

"So how'd you'se go in there?" We heard him ask her from the kitchen.

"Err—yeah, yeah. It was pretty good." she stammered nervously while trying to act straight. "I think he's another happy customer."

Another? I thought.

"How'd you go buddy," I heard Dave address me.

In truth the only reason I didn't fall to the floor and pass out, was due to the fact that I had to act normal - despite having deposited one of the thickest, filthiest loads I'd ever ejaculated, into his aboriginal girlfriend.

"Yeah. Um, it was really good, thanks."

"She's pretty good at it, isn't she." Dave stated while putting something back into the fridge. "She's had a lot of practice."

I looked at Tahan to gauge her reaction who simply rolled her eyes in shame. It suddenly dawned on me that this wasn't the first time she's messed around behind his back, and had probably fucked one of two of her "customers" right under her boyfriends nose.

I could barely comprehend what he was saying in the kitchen as I looked around for my pants and tried to get dressed. Thinking quickly, Tahan walked out of the room to greet her boyfriend and keep him preoccupied as I dazedly got dressed and finally emerged a few minutes later, my head still spinning.

"Let me walk you out," she offered, as Dave waved goodbye to me from the balcony while taking a call.

"Don't stop, just keep walking." she said while keeping her eyes front.

I followed her to the door where I noticed that her robe was undone and that I could see those incredible dark nipples again.

"Remember, you promised. Don't mention this to anyone. This stays strictly between us."

As she pushed me through the door to leave I stopped to look at her again.

"When can I see you again?"

She giggled sweetly and looked over her shoulder, clearly trying to get rid of me.

"We can't. And besides, I never see a client more than once. It'd cause too many issues."

"Not for me it won't. That was an amazing fuck, and I want more." I told her. "Just tell me when and where, and I'll pay."

Amusingly enough the moment I mentioned cash Tahan seemed to change her tune.

"How much?"

"Whatever you want. I'd happily give you a thousand dollars for another session like that."

I could see her contemplating the offer. Even though she didn't want to admit it, the money clearly appealed to her.

"Seriously, here." I said while stuffing several notes in her hand. "I'll give you cash right now, and a whole lost more next time."

She giggled until her humor was replaced with a moan, as I plunged my hands inside her open robe and into that those tiny thong panties to rub her aching clit.

"oh-god, stop." she squirmed against my fingers. "He'll see us."

"I don't care. I want to make you come again. I need another session, tomorrow."

"What? No way!" she hissed as I continued to finger her pussy. "Not tomorrow, but maybe... later this weekend. Sunday?"

"You're on."

As I left her at the front door and moved to the press the elevator button, Tahan slipped back into the apartment momentarily, then stuck her head out again to smile.

"By the way, next time you decide to stick your tongue in someones ass you better be ready to back that up with your cock."

"oh, I plan to." I replied. "And next time, let's make it a full hour not just twenty minutes... cos I really want to get to know that ass."

Tahan giggled, "Call me later."