Katrina the Masseuse
By Montrose
She rubs him the wrong and right way


I groaned under the pressure of her long powerful fingers. I had arrived only
3 minutes ago but already she had me stripped and laying face down on the
table. Of course at $100 an hour I didn't want my masseuse to sit around
filing her nails. I was shocked at our first meeting when she told me to strip
naked. "Even my boxers?" I asked; my voice rising by an octave. She had raised
an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips in a way that made me start
undressing. Maybe most masseuses worked through undies. That was not Katrina's
way. "Flesh on flesh!" she insisted.

So now on my 5th visit she kneaded my ass under the white towel like she was
going to make bread out of my buns. Then she worked her way back up to my
shoulders. I groaned again. It was amazing how she kept that scrap of towel
over my cheeks.

"Does that feel good?" She purred in her thick Norwegian accent. I just
sighed. She whispered to me now and then as if I were a house cat or a lap dog
she was pampering. And I felt just about as spoiled in her grip. A work buddy
had told me about her when I was complaining about stiffness in my back after
a hard day. He said she worked magic with her hands and he had not
exaggerated. It had taken me 4 months to even get on her calendar.

Of course his quick description had not prepared me for meeting her the first
time. I imagined up some burly matron or slumping old hippy chick smelling of
patchouli. I was not prepared for the towering young vixen that shook my hand
firmly and melted my heart with her pale blue eyes and long blonde braids. The
confidence and humor that sparkled in those eyes had kicked my heart back into
action just before my knees failed me. At 6 feet tall I was not used to
looking up to bare footed women but Katrina was at least 2 inches taller than
me. Her attitude suggested advanced maturity but her looks suggested mid 20s.
I'm embarrassed that at 45 years of age I gulped and stammered during our
first introduction. I saw her take it in and smile patiently down at me. I
thought then that she enjoyed the power.

By now I could shake her hand warmly as I entered and let her help me off with
my shirt without feeling embarrassed. She had a way of setting you at ease.
She still looked away as I took off my pants but I think she did that more for
my sake than her own. She always wore a short sleeved white blouse that
displayed smooth muscular arms. Her tight shorts were different every time.
Sometimes she wore jean cut offs that rode up her ass-cheeks. Sometimes it was
those tight bike pants. This week it was red satin hot pants.

And she never wore shoes. I once mentioned that she had lovely feet, and well
panted red toenails. "You like them? Maybe you would like to paint my nails
some day?" She had asked and displayed the left foot for me. I thought there
was an extra twinkle in her eye once I managed to look back up. I gulped. She
chuckled to herself as if at a private joke.

But now here I was, comfortably getting petted and relaxed. "This is what you
want." She purred as she wrapped her long fingers around my upper thigh and
squeezed all the tension away. I squirmed as my cock grew. I'm glad she always
had me lay face down. "Yes." She said slowly. "This you like."

"Yes I do." I sighed.

She chuckled.

I grew bold. "You sure have strong hands, Katrina."

"I am very strong, Samuel." She replied. I loved how my name rolled off her
Norwegian tongue.

She worked her way back up to my shoulder and leaned over me. She did that
sometimes to the point where her pert rack played along my back. "All Norse
women are strong, you know. Hmmm?" She purred even softer than usual.

"Really?" I whispered back between groans. My cock grew a bit more.

"Oh yes." She replied. "You know why the Norse men took to ships and became
Wikings?"

"Vhy? I mean... Why?"

"They were tired of getting beat up at home." She whispered that last part in
my ear so close I felt her lips. Then she stood and worked my lower back,
chuckling to herself again. My tool sprang to full attention.

I lay, trying to control my breathing, and then I chuckled too. But her
chuckle sounded more natural.

Eventually she gave my rump a stinging slap. "The hour is finish." She
announced as she snatched away the towel. "Take your time and sit up when you
are ready." She turned away to get my cloths ready for me and open her
appointment book to set our next few appointments.

Sit up when you are ready. That was her way of saying, feel free to wait until
your boner subsides. So I did that, trying to remember old baseball scores.

When I sat up she slipped my shirt over my arms. "Same time next week,
Samuel?"

"Can we make it later?" I asked. "I have a meeting at work." And for what they
paid me I didn't want to miss anything.

"My last appointment is at 6:00" she said looking through her book. "I will
take you then." She was already writing it in.

"Yes'm. I'll be here." I promised as I paid her in cash. She let me know the
first week that she liked cash and somehow I wanted to do things she liked.

"Good boy." She said as the money hit her palm. Rather than being insulted I
ate up the praise.

She gave my hand a firm shake before letting me go. I loved how she did that.
It gave me one more chance to look up into her confident blue eyes.

Of course I thought about what she had said all week. She sure was strong. It
was a funny idea, all those big Vikings running off to sea to rape and pillage
world-wide because they were tired of getting stomped by there own women at
home.

But she sure was strong. And tall. And lovely.

I am single and not seeing anyone currently. Katrina had me worked up into
such a sexual frenzy I had to seek release by Friday night. For the first time
since my mid 20s I stepped into a strip club. But this time, instead of
spending dollars at the bar and watching girls dance I strolled around until I
saw someone I liked. I got her name. Then I walked up to the window by the
door. "Is this where I register for a lap dance with Linda Legs?" I asked. The
grease-ball behind the window set me up after taking $50.

Linda and I got a private room in the back for 30 minutes. It had a chair and
a sturdy table. Given an extra $50 Linda was convinced to break a few
ordinances governing the operation of strip clubs with me in the private room.
And for another $50 she happily flaunted a great deal of what passes for moral
code. And I was grateful for her effort, talent, and flexibility. She was
sexy, tight, and adventurous. But she wasn't Katrina. I took my fill of her ...
twice. She took the edge off for a while.

I stopped off at the liquor store on the way home and picked up something to
help me sleep away the weekend.

By the time my appointment came on Wednesday I was burdened with lust once
more. I'm afraid she could tell ... she raised an eyebrow at me when we first
shook hands. I was already "supporting wood" before I lay down on the table.
I'm so glad she turns her back for that moment.

She put her hands on my shoulders and began the massage. After a few groans
from me she said, "You are particularly... tense tonight, Samuel."

Oh god. Had she seen my stiff tool? I felt the heat in my face and knew I was
blushing.

She groped my butt. "Yes... you are very... stiff." She purred. "Katrina will
take care of you, Samuel. Don't you worry."

I gulped. "Work has been... uhmmm... it's just that... uhmmm ..." I stammered.

"Yes, I'm sure." She came to my rescue. "Just forget about all that." And she
walked around to stand over my head. Her legs were so long she stepped over my
head and rubbed my back with my head between her legs! She hadn't done that
before. She was wearing those overly-short jean cut-offs today. Her butt
bumped the top of my skull as she rubbed my back in long strokes.

I watched her ass flex as she worked. Her jean shorts were riding up quite a
bit. Bare cheek bottoms clenched and unclenched just over my head, rubbing on
my scalp and neck. A dance between two perfect orbs and I was the dance floor.
I craned my neck around to see them.

Did I dare kiss them? Did I dare miss this chance? I craned my neck a bit
more...

Before I could imagine the consequences my lips found their mark – her right
cheek, inside bottom. But as the heat of her body filtered down my lips to my
face I got the image of her locking her feet together and strangling me with
her firm thighs. It would be the easiest thing in the world for her.

My pucker disappeared and I murmured to her ass "I'm sorry.... I'm so
sorry.... I meant no disrespect."

She didn't scissor my neck. She didn't even seem surprised. "I didn't expect
you to resist." She purred. "You may kiss my ass again." She said this as if
it was all the same to her one way or another. I noticed she move back a bit
though, to make it easier for me to reach a cheek with my lips.

And so I did. I was a bit mixed up inside as I planted my lips on her left
cheek this time, a bit more toward the middle. I felt both relief and
disappointment in equal measure.

She bent down and stroked past my ass to my thighs with her oiled hands. Her
tits pressed into my back. Then she straightened and rubbed back up to my
shoulders. I groaned louder than usual.

"That's right, Samuel. Let it out." She purred. I wanted her to never stop.
But I was afraid I was going to cum all over her table. How would I explain
that?

She spent 15 more minutes there before moving around to my side. Eventually I
got up the courage to speak. I had hoped I would. Over the week I had run
through several possible conversations. I wanted to hear her talk about strong
Norse women again. "Are Norse women really stronger than Norse men?" I
squeaked. Good lord. She was going to know I was a pervert.

"Mostly, yes." She said softly as if I had asked the most normal question in
the world. "Particularly in my family."

"Yeah?" I half groaned under her working hands.

"Oh yes. I have regularly beat up my older brothers since I was a little girl.
Sometimes I beat them all at once."

"Beat up.. ooof!" She squeezed my ribs hard just as I was about to speak.

"Yes. And when my father tried to spank me when I was 10 I almost sent him to
hospital." She chuckled at the memory. "Oh, I was a handful! I'll never forget
the look on his face when I threw him down!" She was warming to her subject
and was also applying more pressure to me than usual.

"Oooof!" I repeated as she pressed down.

"Oh my." She purred. "Did I hurt you, my little Samuel? I always have to
remember to be gentle." And she went back to her normal pressure.

My little Samuel?

"You know," I moaned, "I'm not so little."

"To me you are a baby." She purred, meaning no insult. "I could break you over
my knee. I could hold you down and spank you with no trouble." She gave that
chuckle of hers. I felt hot again. She chuckled some more. "Am I embarrassing
you, Samuel?" She teased.

"No." I lied. "But I think you're presuming a lot."

She outright laughed this time. Very light-hearted.

"You really think you can take me?" I asked. I thought about the rough time I
had given Linda Legs, even if she did appear to enjoy it. How could a woman
take a man like me?

"Take you?" She picked up a leg and laid down on my back. Her foot played with
mine and her mouth was on my ear. All her weight crushed me into the table. It
was heaven.

"I charge only $100 an hour to make you feel good, Samuel. If you want me to
make you feel pain it will be $300." She whispered. She panted and licked my
neck.

I gulped. I happened to have $500 in my pocket because I had planned to head
over to the strip club right after seeing her to unload on Linda Legs again.

"I... I..." I stammered.

"Do you want to try it now?" She whispered. "I have the time."

"Yes." I almost shouted.

She chuckled and got up. "We better save the rest of your feel good hour for
after I hurt you then. Get up."

"Now?" I asked.

"I know all about your big hard penis, Samuel. Just sit up." She commanded. I
sat up and my rod wagged like a tent pole in a high wind. She raised an
eyebrow at it and smiled.

"Very nice." She purred. I watched as her nipples poked into her white blouse.
I felt a bit bolder. "Now, get up and we will begin."

"Begin... shouldn't I get dressed first?" My voice cracked. I had visions of
my naked bone rubbing on her and my cock throbbed in response.

"Why?" she asked.

"Well... you're dressed." I replied.

She smiled and unbuttoned her blouse. "This is not going to help your
concentration, you know." She said. "Not that it makes a difference." She
turned to let me pull her shirt off as she always does for me. I was stunned
by the size and quantity of muscles on her back.

She turned to face me again.

She pushed her shorts over her round hips and let them drop to the floor, all
the time smiling at me.

"Dear god." I moaned as I looked her up and down.

"I am beautiful." She said flatly. There was no brag in it and it was not a
question. She flexed and kissed a bicep. She was just beautiful is all. Facts
are facts.

"Magnificent." I whispered. "A goddess!"

"Yes." She agreed. "True." Then she wagged a finger at me. "But that will not
buy you any mercy, little Samuel." She said. "Now get up. I will dominate you
now."

I stood and felt very small in front of her naked mass. "Would you mind
telling me how much you weigh?" I asked as I backed away and she stepped
slowly toward me with her hands out to grab me.

"195 of your American pounds." She said. "You?"

"160." I whispered. She chuckled and maneuvered me into a corner. I was
trapped. She shot out a hand and grabbed my right bicep. Her fingers locked
all the way around and she squeezed until it hurt as she pulled me in.

It was over all ready really. I just didn't know it yet.

I fought against her grip. She grabbed my other arm. She smiled down at me and
chuckled as I squirmed. I was as effective as a child. She was cutting off
circulation in my arms. The she lifted me by my arms up off the floor until I
could look her right in the eye. I dangled and squirmed as my hands grew numb.
She pressed me up over her head, then bent her arms and pressed me up 3 more
times.

Then she dropped me and got over me. My hands tingled as blood flowed back.
She used her weight to crush me to the floor where she balled me up; legs and
arms wrapped all crisscross. Then she sat on that small package and bouncing
up and down. I groaned and complained but she paid no attention. Sure I
struggled for all I was worth, but she didn't take notice. It didn't delay her
plans for me.

After a few minutes she stopped bouncing and started reading a magazine. While
still sitting on me.

"Okay." I moaned from under her. "You made your point."

"What point?" she asked as she wet a finger and turned a page.

"That you can take me." I moaned.

"This is not a point that needed to be made." She replied. "This is a fact all
along." She turned another page.

"I give up!" I groaned louder.

Katrina looked at her clock. "Not yet you don't." she said. "You still have 40
minutes in your hour."

Soon she dropped over to her side. I thought she was going to have mercy, but
she only stuffed that balled up version of me high up between her legs and
crushed me in a scissors hold. This way she could rest the magazine on the
floor as she read.

"Please!" I begged. "I'll do anything!"

She looked down at me with a smile. "Oh I always like the begging stage! Do go
on!" she giggled.

So I begged for my life. I promised her riches and service. She examined her
braids for split ends and smiled. She blushed when I vowed to be her dog and
personal slave. She looked more lovely than ever.

She considered my offers as she let go of her scissor. She flattened me out
with her foot. It felt as if I had lost use of my legs. Then she stuffed my
face deep into her clam and locked her thighs on my head and squeezed until I
saw stars. My mouth and nose were buried in her lap lips. My eyes peaked up at
her through a forest of blonde pubic hair.

"Of course I'm not a bit above a little body worship." She said. "But I don't
need any slaves, thank you. I guess I'll just keep hurting you for now."

"Anything you want!" I groaned with my last gasp of air. My voice was muffled
even to me. Her pie was cutting off all chance I had to breathe! She read her
magazine. The room lost focus and went dark. Her chuckle echoed off in the
wind.

When I awoke I had a pounding headache and Katrina sitting naked on my chest.
I was belly up on her table. Her legs dangled over either side. "Your $300 is
gone, Samuel. Should I put you back together now?"

"Yes, goddess, please." I moaned from under her. She slid up over my face,
slowly dragging her muff (suspiciously moist) and fanny as she stepped off. My
god she smelled good.

And then she used her hands to make me feel good again. And I mean in ways she
had never done before.

For starters I was face up. She turned around and straddled my face to work me
over. I put my hands on her hips and got to work on her quim with my mouth.
She moaned as she worked on me.

Her massage and oils spent a great deal of time in my groin until I came like
a fire hose. Then she used my cum as lubricant. "It is good for your skin."
She purred. When she came she gave me a facial.

"You are going to feel better than you have in years." She purred as she
flipped me over onto my belly to finish the job.

"I already do." I moaned. "Better than ever in my life."

She had to pour me into my car. I tipped her the extra $100 and left elated.