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HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="LeKnight at Bluewater"><U><B> </B></U></A><A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="LeKnight at Bluewater"><U><I><B>Debaucherous Tales</B></I></U></A></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> The Center . . .<FONT SIZE="1" COLOR="#FF66FF" FACE="Book Antiqua" ><I>by mdg._</I></FONT></div> <bR> <div> <I>As it was called by those who frequented it . . . </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>A flabby, out of condition, colleague from work had asked if I would care to join him, mostly as a morale booster so that he did not have to go the first time alone. He called it the Center. To me the center was a place where those who anticipated a dull evening went to get tired. Or those who went in the morning, had a dull evening and went to burn off their frustrations.  Where they walked on moving belts, going nowhere, or rode bicycles, also going nowhere.  Some call them fitness centers.  I call them, dull evening centers.  </I></div> <div> <I>At the reception we were asked to sign in, pay our full facility access fee, and then led away by one very delicious looking lady, in a "fitness" leotard.  Well, he was anticipating getting in shape.  My mind was not on machinery which went nowhere.</I></div> <div> <I>"And where would you like to begin?" she asked my friend, "perhaps on the slow uphill treadmill," </I></div> <div> <I>"That will be fine," he said,</I></div> <div> <I>"And as for you?" she asked me</I></div> <div> <I>"Well, I had hoped for something leisurely, since I am not into riding that which goes nowhere,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well then how about a nice sauna?" she suggested with a grin,</I></div> <div> <I>"Excellent idea," I said,"and I'd like a bottle of red wine with that also,"</I></div> <div> <I>"I'm sorry," she said, "but we do not serve alcohol here. This is a health fitness center."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well, that's healthy, and fitness if you tilt the glass quickly and often enough,"</I></div> <div> <I>She shook her head and led us to our torture chambers.</I></div> <div> <I>First my colleague to his belt driven "uphill climb", then me to the sauna area.  I must admit, nice setup, individual private sauna closets. Except again, she informed that this was a HEALTH CENTER, and that was the reason for no ashtrays in the sauna.  I think next time my colleague will have to make this place alone.  This did not seem like much of a fun place to me.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Well here you are, " she said, "change rooms with your key there, showers over here, and cabin 69 is yours,"</I></div> <div> <I>Just kidding, she didn't really say that, I was just hoping things would liven up here. Cabin 8 was mine, I went and stored my clothes, wrapped a towel and headed to this wood lined, steam filled chamber. </I></div> <div> <I>To be quite honest, I do enjoy relaxing naked in a sauna, very soul and body cleansing, but not alone, staring at these wooden walls, playing games with my mind. All saunas should be equipped with soft surround sound music and a nice naked eager female body, if you have not brought your own. After what seemed like ages, the door opened, and there she was, our health and athletic mistress.</I></div> <div> <I>"I was just checking to make sure you were ok," she said, "you've been in here longer than most people normally can tolerate." quickly scanning my lounging naked self, yet nonchalantly composed,</I></div> <div> <I>"I enjoy the heat," I said, "it clears the evil sprits from the body,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Shall I schedule you for a massage after this," she asked,</I></div> <div> <I>"I don't think so," I said, "after this I'm not prepared to have someone thumping, crunching, grinding, beating my body to a pulp, thank anyway,"</I></div> <div> <I>"We don't do the athlete, muscle limbering massages here," she said, "it's a very gentle, relaxing, massage,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well, then that I might consider, as long as it's feminine hands, again, I do not feel like being worked on by a gorilla,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Is that a yes then,?" she asked, </I></div> <div> <I>"Yes, thank you, that's a yes . . "</I></div> <div> <I>"Good, I'll schedule you for about in twenty minutes then,?" asking "Will that be enough time for you here, and shower?"</I></div> <div> <I>"That'll be fine, thank you,"</I></div> <div> <I>Enough of this steam bath I thought, went and showered, towel wrapped around and headed for the massage area.</I></div> <div> <I>Another control center, presented my key number, and the receptionist led me to a room. </I></div> <div> <I>"Just lay down there on the table, and relax," she said, " the masseuse will be here in a minute."</I></div> <div> <I>Nice soft, cotton cushioned table, pillow, very comfortable I thought.  Laid down on my stomach, wrapped my arms around the pillow, after that steam bath, I must have dozed off slightly for a few minutes, then felt soft, but confident hands pulling my towel off.  I had to make sure.  Quick glance to the side, yes, feminine hands.  Good, I could relax and enjoy.  Once felt, I would now know those hands if changed. Warm oils she poured, from my shoulders to my toes, the scents of what seemed like subtle ginger, then very softly, gently, from my shoulders, across my back, along the length of my now completely naked back, her hands never loosing contact, so soothing, tranquilizing, almost hypnotic her flowing rhythm. So relaxed, so soothing, I could feel a slight arousal between my thighs, the beginning of an erection, which I tried to sequester with non sensual thoughts.  This could get quite embarrassing when she decides to massage my front.  These were definitely well experienced, attentive, attuned hands, working on my body. Her hands along the back of my thighs, occasionally softly, but firmly my inner thighs, her finger tips ever so innocently brushing my balls, then back again across my ass, along my back. A flowing rhythm, it was impossible not to relax, and be aroused. I had not even noticed when, or how, but she had managed to spread my legs wider, her hands more softly kneading, more, what seemed like premeditated passes along my ass, between my upper thighs, more lingering slow passes, subtle fondling my balls. Not possible to control this growing, now crushed beneath my body erection. I was drifting into another zone, but my defense for this erection I already had, if anything was said. Had she kept her hands from between my thighs, it would not have aroused.  I no longer felt guilty, and was enjoying the feeling, and her determined, sensual hands.</I></div> <div> <I>"Why don't you roll over on your back," she said, as she gave me no choice, helping me turn over. The moment of truth, but now I didn't care, it was all her fault anyway. Here she was, that lady in the leotard who first escorted us in. I think she noticed that I was pleasantly shocked. But the look on her face, was, "I know what I'm doing, and I AM in composed control."  </I></div> <div> <I>As I rolled myself over, with the help of her hands still in constant contact on my body, this erection, freed from the weight of my body, sprung, like seedling poking its head through the earth for the first time, proudly rising, stiff, straight, reaching for the sun. She never acknowledged its presence, nor did I,  but a show of appreciation, delightful triumph I could see in her eye. Again the warm, scented oil she slowly, methodically poured over my body, from my neck, along to the tips of my toes, and back again, not missing my now well aroused cock. I closed my eyes, relaxed, and let me mind drift to the feel of her well controlled hands softly massaging from my toes, along my thighs, across my stomach, my chest, to my arms, then back down again. Each pass, I felt, perhaps imagined, or hoped, was passing closer to my now throbbing hard cock.  This was an erection that I could not diminish with any thoughts, so why try. It didn't seem to bother her negatively, and the pleasure greater with each stroking motion of her so sensual hands.  I simply decided I would relax and enjoy. </I></div> <div> <I>Hers were, I must admit, the most skillful hands I hand ever known, for it seemed as though I could feel her sliding, massaging along my erect shaft as she also massaged my thighs. And that she did, now without request, manipulating my thighs, one hand firmly fondling my cock, from the soft head, along the ridged shaft, to playfully fondling my balls and back up again.  The pleasure of which I did not resist, and subtlety acknowledged that I enjoyed the attention, to slightly raise my hips to her eager hands. I felt as though it gave her permit, as her earlier look had shown, that she was in composed control, and this was the relaxing massage she had pledged. </I></div> <div> <I>More and more attention she gave to my now aching cock, I was drifting slowly into another zone. I kept my eyes closed, in mind I could see her massaging, stroking, fondling my cock, thighs and balls. The sounds of metal snaps, I wondered, and had to take a peek through slightly opened eyes.  Not stopping the stroking on my cock, she had managed to undo the crotch snaps on her leotard, and pulled it up to above her tummy, and was so very slowly climbing up on the table, to straddle, resting her ass softly on my thighs, still fondling, stroking, my well erect, oiled cock. I had to reach out for her thighs with both hands, some oil I took from my body to rub on her thighs.  This well composed, in control lady now showing her needs, as with one swift motion, ripped her leotard over her head, dropped it to the floor, then quickly back to the slow stroking on my cock. Nipples so nicely pert, thighs and ass rocking gently on mine, her tummy muscles twitching as the more she fondled my cock. Her breasts, and pert nipples I had to fondle, caress, permit I now knew I had, as she slid her self higher up my thighs, rubbing, pressing my cock to her pussy, rubbing it slowly on her protruding clit. Continually rocking and swaying her hips on my thighs. This was definitely a most pleasurable massage. With one hand rubbing my cock against her clitty, rolling along it's very erect tip, yet still with her other hand massaging my chest, then behind her back kneading my thighs, with each change in motion sliding her body farther up mine, pressing her pussy tighter and tighter to my now aching cock. Slowly raising and lowering her body, with each pass, teasing as if to take my cock into her hot, steamy pussy. This was a sensually slow, methodical, mutually arousing exercise, with premeditated intent. Spreading her swollen pussy lips with the broad of my cock, to her sparkling wet, inner pink, that this was all I was seeing, and waiting, pleasuring with her motions. In one rise up of her body, and slowly my cock vanished into her hot, now flowing, quivering depths.  Her so very aroused inner ripples slowly raked tightly down along my stiff, shaft.  Such a well conditioned pussy, inner muscles working, massaging, working on my cock, as if thousands of little fingers playing along it's length, on the very tender head.  Never stopping her slow, rolling, gently grinding hips.  Her thighs pressing to my sides. Those thighs of hers, delicacies of the finest. Completely holding my attentions as she rocks her hips.  Such well formed, solid, athletic thighs, yet soft in form and not muscular.  Delicious to the sight. Thoughts of having these thighs softly wrapped around my neck lingers in my mind, driving me higher. Making me hungry to taste the sweet, hot wet flesh of her beautifully bright pink pussy.  As she continues her rocking, I can almost taste her clitty to my lips, that I believe I must have been drooling at the thought. The thought of passing my tongue between her tender, swollen mons veneris was now driving me wild with want. It was either her plan, or she felt what I was imagining, desiring, hungry for. Again as slowly as she had climbed on the table, she raised herself slightly, swung one leg around, then the other, turned herself around, spread her delicious, steamy thighs over my face, slowly lowered herself to me, rubbing her pussy to my chin and lips.  What a delicate, sensual aroma and taste of soft fleshy, quivering pussy.  Just the touch of my tongue to her clitty made her flinch, yet press even tighter to my lips, searching for my tongue to dig deeper into her. Her fingers still gently fondling my cock, pressing her breasts to my stomach, I could feel her erect nipples rubbing.  The more I probed with tongue, nibbling on her clitty, the closer I could feel her hot breath teasing my cock, tongue making slow, wet, sloppy passes along the head, driving me to suck harder on her clit.  It was a reciprocal working, playing, teasing to greater heights.  Searching with tongue well between her wet, rippled inner lips, driving her more aggressively to taking my hard aching cock deeper to her hungry mouth.  With such enthusiasm I had not known, accented by her uninhibited, slurping sounds of devouring my stiff shaft, to which I responded with equally greedy devouring sounds between her thighs, as show of the pleasures received, for pleasures given. I could have spent hours, devouring her so responsive, delicious pussy, feeling her soft hot thighs to my cheeks, and her hot drooling, voracious mouth feeding on my cock, driving me out  of control.  Her orgasm juices flowing, almost flooding along my cheeks, down my neck, just drove me to give her more. Blinded by her soft pink petals I have spread, feasting on this sweet unfurled span of tender flesh, completely immersed in all its succulent delights, then one sudden violent lunge against my lips, another fierce explosive surge, a few seconds lingering, hovering to my teasing tongue, then rolled herself off, yet hand with firm grip still on my painfully wanting cock, bent herself over, leaning on this table,</I><I><IMG SRC="156dc970.jpg" border=0 width="220" height="151" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="8" VSPACE="8"></I></div> <div> <I>"get it in me, come on, I need it in me right now," she said with such an impatient, trembling voice, not turning loose, of my cock, with shaking hand, until this stiff shaft was well guided and buried deep in her cream drenched pussy. Pushing her ass tighter to my thighs, wanting all, and more, deeper, one leg she raised high on this table, face buried in the towel, holding on to the table as if to a cliff, </I></div> <div> <I>"Come on, harder, fffffukkkkkk mmmmmmmmmmme, hhrrrdddrr," her moans muffled by the towel, "yyyiiaaa, yyiiaaa, lliikeeee thhaaaaat, ddonnnnt ssttopp,"</I></div> <div> <I>Her pleas of pleasure drove me out of control, her trembling, panicky, fumbling hand grinding my balls against her clitty with each thrust I made, that I came with such a ferocious release of explosion in her twitching pussy as if pleasure doused with wonderful pain. </I></div> <div> <I>"Just stay there,"she said, still mumbling, "stay in me," flexing her pussy around my fading cock, slightly rocking her ass against my thighs, bringing herself down slowly on my drooping cock. </I></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <I> </I></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>