Succubus Ranch 09

Copyright 2009 ©

 

succubus, tentacles, mermaid, massage,

 

Max had been dealing with tons of stress during this time with the slumping economy and trying to keep the company he worked for in the black.  His performance was above par for anyone in the position that he had in the accounting department.  After three weeks in a row of finding another action item with a budge that could be cut to below three million dollars, he expected to at least get a huge bonus.

 

When the time for bonuses came around, though, the company sent out a memo to all of the employees that they would be receiving a notice when to report to the CEO of the company.  Max immediately had a bad feeling about this.  You never went straight to the head of the company to pick up your bonus.  This was something that just screamed termination.

 

For the next week and a half, Max kept working on ways to save the company money, finding very little penny that was being looked over and seeing one more chance to make sure he did not lose his job.  When he received the e-mail from the CEO’s secretary, he was surprised with the urgency of the appointment.  Max’s appointment to see the big boss within the next 30 minutes and to miss the appointment was to mean immediate release of prior engagements with the corporation.

 

Max grabbed his coat and rushed to the restroom.  After splashing some cold water on his face and making sure his appearance was in order, he straightened his tie and walked with a steady pace toward the double doors to the head office.

 

I might as well go down with my head held high, he thought to himself, as he passed the open office doors.  Once inside the main doors, he walked up to the secretary’s prefabricated desk and smiled as she looked up.

 

“Can I help you?” she asked.

 

“I’m Max Justin.  I was told to come see Mr. Knox.”

 

“Yes,” the secretary said looking back down at an appointment book.  “He will be with you in a moment, sir.  Please take a seat.”

 

Max’s rear had barely gotten comfortable in the large plush couch when the secretary told him he could enter the main office now.  He walked through the only other door in the office and found himself in a large, very opulent, corner office with nothing but windows all around, looking out on the New York skyline.

 

“Have a seat, Max,” Mr. Knox said from the other side of a large solid oak desk.  Max walked over and sat in the left chair, so that he could see Mr. Knox and hopefully get a peek at the computer screen that was slightly angled on the right side of the desk.

 

“I’m sure you’re a smart man, Max, and know that you are not in here about receiving a bonus,” Mr. Knox started out, folding his hands on the desk.  “With this economy, and the pressure from some politicians, we are going to have some serious trouble if we even try to give our employees earning over 250 thousand dollars a very much deserved pay raise.

 

“I want you to know that your name has come up in several of the recent meetings when saving money was mentioned,” Mr. Knox continued, looking at his computer screen again.  “It says here that in the past month, your watchful eyes and calculating mind has saved the company over six million dollars.  This is no small feat, as I’m sure you already know.”

 

“Sir, I’m sorry to interrupt; but I am not a man that likes long talks and discussions for a decision that has already been made,” Max said, deciding he didn’t want to have his termination drawn out longer than it needed to be.  “I would like to know directly what it is that the company expects of me, at this time.”

 

“I was told that about you, too,” Mr. Knox chuckled while looking at Max.  “Jared mentioned you would want to get to the point.  That’s a very quality trait.  So, let’s get to the point, then.

 

“Max, you have been here with the company for three and a half years and moved up seven positions in that time.  You’ve found and saved the company over eight million dollars in that time, as well; and you have worked more hours than some of your superiors in the company.  Plus, you have never taken a vacation day; and when you were sick, you came in at night during the week so you wouldn’t get your coworkers sick while working during the day.

 

“I’m not allowed by the board members to give you a bonus, and the raise that is being offered is so minute that I would not be surprised if you quit over the matter and look for another position that will pay what you deserve.  But…and this is a major ‘but’…I am going to offer you something that will not come from the company.

 

Max, I can see in your eyes that you need a stress free vacation; and I have just the place for you to go.  I have booked a week long stay at a place that will give you the best massages, the greatest drinks, and plenty of beautiful women, or men if you swing that way, that you will never grow tired of looking at them.”

 

“I’m sorry, sir,” Max said holding up his hand.  “The company is going to send me on vacation but can’t give me a bonus?”

 

“No, Max.  The company is not going to give you a bonus and will not pay for a trip for you to relax.  I, on the other hand, am already scheduled for this trip on my own funds; but I’m offering it to you.  If you keep at this pace, you will burn out before the end of this recession; and you won’t be worth a damn when the money actually starts rolling in again.

 

“I know because it’s what happened to my brother.  Now,” Mr. Knox said, reaching into a drawer in his desk and pulling out an envelope, “take this and enjoy your vacation.”

 

Max thought about that meeting as he relaxed into the extremely plush first class seat and the flight attendant handed him the full champagne flute.  He sipped at it and smiled, knowing that for the first time since he started high school, he was finally going to relax.

 

 

 

Max was met at the luggage receiving carousel with his two suitcases already sitting next to a large man holding a sign with his name printed neatly on it.  The man introduced himself as Mack, the driver, and escorted Max to a large limousine.  When Max climbed in, he expected to find a large empty interior, maybe even some liquor on a small bar.  What he found completely surprised him.

 

“Hello, Max,” said the bald man.  His black slacks and t-shirt hugged his physically fit body.  “I’m Jason and this is my associate, Maradith.  We are the owners of the facility you will be staying at during this next week.”

 

Max looked at the man that was sitting next to him for only the briefest moment.  He then turned his eyes to the woman being introduced to him.  Maradith sat in the seat across along the side o the limo, her legs crossed and showing a lot of thigh through the slit in the long dress she was wearing.  The front had a very low cut, giving Max a look at Maradith’s cleavage.

 

Max did his best not to give a bad impression with these business owners and stare down Maradith’s dress.  It was a hard task, but he managed pretty well.  As the car moved through traffic and out of the city, Jason and Maradith continued to explain what they had planned for Max.

 

“As you can guess, Mr. Knox is a good client of our sand he always sends others to us that become eternal customers for us,” Jason said, picking up three champagne glasses and handing of two to Max, so he could pass one to Maradith.

 

“He told us a lot about how you helped out your corporation,” Maradith said, leaning forward to take the proffered glass from Max, showing off her bosom even more.  Max’s eyes looked down the valley of her womanly figure for a while as Maradith did not sit back up right away.

 

When max pulled his eyes away from the view, he looked up into Maradith’s face with a blush on his; but she smiled at him and gave a quick wink before sitting up and leaning back into her seat.

 

“I hope Mr. Knox didn’t have anything bad to say about me,” Max said, with a bit of chuckle in his voice.  He was feeling tense sitting so close to a beautiful woman that seemed to be flirting and teasing him purposely.

 

“He told us that you were taking on more work than regular and becoming a bit stressed,” Jason said before taking a sip of his drink.  “We have several different ideas to give you a week long relaxation routine.  We’d like to go over them with you while on the drive, so that you can begin to relax as soon as possible.”

 

“You…oh my,” Maradith said, quickly being interrupted when Max jumped and spilled some of his champagne on his lap.  He had been startled when Maradith started talking to him because he never saw her move from the side seat and had sat down right next to him.  Her voice right next to his ear and sudden presence beside him caused his nerves to leap and spill the drink all over his legs and crotch.

 

“I’m so sorry about that,” Maradith said, taking the flute from Max’s hand and reaching across him to hand it to Jason.  He took the glass and handed her a towel, which Maradith began to press lightly against Max’s upper thigh, right near his groin.  “As I was going to say, you seem to be very tense right now, and our nerves are quite jumpy, too.  Let us help you to relax.”

 

The last word seemed to sink into Max’s brain and make his muscles become a little lethargic.  He felt it come on quickly and struggled to keep on his game as Maradith’s hands continued to press, pat, and then rub, at the wet stain in his crotch.  Her presence so close, and the perfume she wore, affected him stronger than any woman had before; and Maradith’s hands were soon lightly rubbing the growing bulge in Max’s slacks.

 

“I can already tell that we are going to have to get you to work out some of those tensions,” Jason said.  Max turned his head to look at him and was surprised to see that the man had moved over to the side seat where Maradith had been sitting earlier.  He never noticed Jason moved; but he did notice as Maradith’s body pressed into his side as her lips came close to his ear.

 

“Our staff,” she said, giving a bit of a harder squeeze on Max’s erection, “has wonderful ways to exercise the stress out of your tense muscles.”  Maradith words were husky as they blew across his ear before she kissed it lightly.  Her hand was no longer trying to give the impression of taking care of the spilled champagne.  It purposely caressed up and down his shaft, stroking him with precision that he never felt before, not even with his own hands.

 

“Pl…pl…please, don’t do that,” Max stuttered, trying to scoot to the space Jason had vacated and put space between himself and Maradith.

 

“Why, Max?” she asked, her hand keeping its pace as she moved with him.  “You seem to be enjoying it,” she cooed.”

 

“I do,” he said, placing his hand on hers, and then sliding it all the way to the edge of his shaft before pulling her hand away from it.  “I just don’t like an audience,” he said, nodding to Jason.

 

“I told you,” Jason said to Maradith.  “He’s going to be a hard sell.”

 

“I think the staff will do wonders at getting him in top physical shape,” Maradith said to Jason, but still looking Max in the eyes.  “I’m going to suggest a couple of exercise classes during the day, with one-on-one sessions with someone.  In the evenings, you will get a massage from our best masseuse, Cecelia.  She’ll massage your muscles until they are as loose as jelly.”

 

“We could always let him get his massage from Jenny, if you want him to feel like jelly,” Jason chuckled.  “Maybe several laps in the pool with Jenny would be a good idea each afternoon.  Cecelia always likes to work on the muscles after Jenny’s worked someone out.”

 

“Um…I don’t want to sound ungrateful,” Max said, feeling his dick begin to shrink back to normal now that Maradith wasn’t teasing him so badly, “but, are all of your staff members’ women?”

 

“No, we have men that work on the staff, too,” Maradith said, looking at Max with a quizzical visage.  “But you don’t swing that way,” she said matter-of-factly.

 

“No, no, I don’t like men that way,” Max said.  “I just don’t want long escapade of tease and denial.  I was under the impression that I was going to something like a spa…or something.”

 

“Definitely ‘or something,’” Jason replied.  “There’s your new home for the next week,” he said, pointing out the tinted window as they pulled into the parking log.  When they came to a halt and Max stepped out, he found himself standing at the bottom of a set of stairs.  He turned around and looked across the parking lot and saw a large sign atop a pole baring the drawing of a beautiful buxom woman with horns, tail and pitchfork.  Next to her was the name of the place his boss had sent him to relax:

 

SUCCUBUS RANCH

 

“That dirty old bastard,” Max mumbled under his breath before turning around.  He had heard about the “ranches” that were dotted around the Nevada desert.  He now understood why Maradith was so forward with him in the car.  She was either one of the staff or the Madame here, and Jason was the pimp.  He quickly vowed to spend the week without having any sex, since he’d heard that many of these places were rampant with sexually transmitted diseases.

 

“Come along, dear,” Maradith said, taking his arm in hers.  “We need to introduce you to Malcolm and Jenny so you will know that we are not the evil perverts you think we are…unless you want us to be, that is.”  Maradith gave a seductive wink and licked her lips wile looking at him.

 

Max became curious, as Maradith pulled him along and up the stairs to the porch of what looked like an antebellum plantation house.  He wondered how this woman could have known what he was thinking; then he guessed that she must get that attitude from many of their customers.  When they reached the top of the stairs, Jason held the door open from the inside as Maradith stood beside Max.

 

“Welcome to Succubus Ranch, Max,” he said, waving his arm in invitation to enter.  Max felt a weight on his shoulders, pressing him to the spot where he stood.  He couldn’t explain his hesitation.  It was just an overbearing presence that seemed to try and keep him from moving forward.  He stood there longer than either Jason or Maradith expected him too, as both looked at each other then back at him.  Maradith moved to his side and took his hand in hers and brought it to her mouth.

 

“Don’t worry, Max, we won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do,” she soothed kissing his knuckles.  “I didn’t force a blow job on you on the ride here, as I had planned on, just as our staff will not force sex on you while you are here, either.”

 

“We give our word,” both of them said in unison. Somehow, this helped Max fight the pressure to remain outside and he stepped across the threshold and entered the cool darker interior of the foyer.  Max’s eyes adjusted pretty quickly as the driver entered behind him, carrying the suitcases and began to take them up the stairs without any instructions.

 

“We’ve put you in room eight,” Jason said, handing an electronic key card to Max.  “This will allow you to enter the room, if you leave it.  If you need anything, just ask and you will receive it.  Jenny will come up and get you at three for your swimming and she will take you right to Cecelia for your massage afterward.”

 

Max thanked both Jason and Maradith and went to his room, but he found it was actually a suite.  He had expected the typical hotel room; but what he walked into was actually a sitting room.  Past it was a small kitchenette and off to the side was a bedroom with a king sized bed.  A large restroom, with garden Jacuzzi tub, was just off the bedroom.

 

“Wow, they do know how to make someone feel welcome,” Max said softly as he looked around the room.  Going back to the kitchenette, he opened the refrigerator and noticed only sodas and different types of beer were stocked inside.  “I think I’ll call down for some bottled water,” he said softly.

 

A second later, there was a knock on the door.  Max crossed the room and opened it to find a stunningly beautiful blonde standing on the other side, holding a case of bottled water in her arms.

 

“You asked for water, sir?” she asked.

 

“I just…how did…,” Max stumbled over his words as the woman walked into his room with the case and went straight to the fridge.  He saw her bed over and placed the bottles one by one into it.  He couldn’t help but admire her tight ass in the extremely short shorts as she remained bent over at the waist.  When she finished, she stood up and turned to face him.

 

“Would you like me to take some of these sodas or beers away, while I’m here,” she asked, her voice sounding very pleasant and full of kindness.  Max nodded, his mind still trying to figure out how she could have come to his room so quickly.  “Please come show me what you want me to take from you.”

 

He walked over to the open fridge door, his mind running through the double meaning her words had and thinking about her sexy body “taking” all it wanted from him.  He stood beside the open door as she turned her back and bent over at the waist again.  Max’s groin was at perfect height with her rear and the thought of taking that one step forward and grinding into her cheeks was a little too strong.  He moved forward an inch before he caught himself and kept still.

 

Holding his ground, the girl looked over her shoulder at him with a twinkle in her eye and gave a coy smile with a wink.  She then pressed back into his grin with his rising erection nestled right between her cheeks and slid down as she squatted.  His cock had jumped to full hardness as it slid between her flexed buttock muscles.  Looking down at her, he could see over her shoulder and right down the large neck of her tank-top shirt and see her bosom clearly.

 

“So, do you see anything you like?” she asked, giggling up at him.  Max blushed and tore his eyes off her rack and looked at the racks in the fridge.  She turned her head to look too, but lost her balance and grabbed max’s inner thigh for support, just below his crotch.  “Thank you,” she whispered, giving his leg a gentle and flirtatious squeeze while sliding up his leg.”

 

“Uh…you’re welcome,” he mumbled, fighting the urge to stand there and let her roam freely up into his crotch and stroke his erection.  When it did reach the apex of his thighs and touch his balls, though, Max placed his hand on hers and pulled it away and put it on the door for her support.  I think the sodas there are just find, I will make do with this.”

 

The woman gave a small pouty look to him as she stood and closed the door.

 

“If there is anything else you would like, sir,” she said, walking to him, one foot in front of the other to sway her hips seductively.  “Anything at all, just ask.  Lady Maradith prefers we make our guests happy.”  Her hands touched his shoulders and she leaned in to kiss Max full on the lips.

 

He turned his head at the last possible moment, getting a quick smell of her breath and feeling bad at missing out on tasting what must be a very sweet and tender kiss that she was now giving his cheek.  They stayed like that for just a second before she began to walk past him, her one hand dragging across his chest as she moved past him.  The door opened slowly before she reached it and she looked over her shoulder at him without missing a seductive step through it.

 

“We’re at your beck and call, sir,” she cooed.  “If you want me, just ask for Delilah.  I will return as soon as you want me.”

 

Max adjusted his dick after the door closed and plopped down on the couch.

 

“This is going to be a very long and very had week,” he mumbled, feeling his muscles tense up as there was another knock at the door.  Opening it, he saw a beautiful woman in a one piece bathing suit that matched her tan skin tone and left absolutely nothing to the imagination.  She also wore a rubber cap over heir hair, like competition swimmers wear, without a single hair sticking out.

 

“Hello, Max,” she said, walking in right past him.  “I’m Jamie.  I’ll be your lifeguard for your swimming exercises.  Jenny is a bit occupied with another guest at the moment.”

 

Okay, but there’s a problem,” Max replied, enjoying the view of this beauty standing in the sitting room.  “I didn’t think about swimming when I packed and I don’t have any trunks.”

 

“Oh, that’s no problem, handsome,” she replied cheerily and walked right into his bedroom.  Max followed her, wanting to make sure she wasn’t going to strip down and climb into his bed.  Though she was gorgeous and he knew he would enjoy being pressed close to her body beneath the sheets; he was going to keep his word and not have sex with anybody at this place.  “Here you go.”

 

He found her standing at the chest of drawers and pulling out what looked like a pair of cyclists shorts.  She brought them over to Max and handed them over without so much as touching his hand in the process.  She was pleasant and cheerful, and even a bit flirtatious in her behavior; but she had yet to try and press the issue of sex with him.

 

Holding the shorts in his hands, Max could tell that they felt like a lot like spandex.  He knew the size would be perfect to form fit his body, just as Jamie’s one piece suit did her body.  With her lack of physical contact, he figured that he would be able to keep from having an erection appearing inside the snug material.

 

“I’ll just go put them on, then,” he said and did so in the restroom with the door closed.  He expected Jamie to be sitting on his bed waiting for him and didn’t know how to feel when he found the bedroom empty when he came out.

 

“Come on, slow poke,” she called from the sitting room, near the door.  “I have a couple of towels for you, so let’s go.”  There was no hostility in her voice, and Max found her at the door holding two towels with one hand and the door open with the other.  He followed her out and down a back stairwell into another corridor.  She opened a door and Max walked in to find a pool half the size of an Olympic sized pool.

 

The whole room was devoid of anyone else and Jamie wasted no time.  She tossed the towels into a nearby chair and made a perfect dive off the side of the pool into the water.  She surfaced a short distance away and waved Max in.

 

“Come on, I won’t bite,” she joked, diving back under the water.  Max walked over to the edge and dipped his toes into the water and found it just a little warmer than the room temperature.  He stepped off the edge and into the water, feeling his head go beneath the water before kicking his way back to the surface.  What he saw and heard when he broke the surface was completely unexpected.

 

A couple of sea birds screeched overhead as the sun beat down on the rolling dark blue waves.  Max was just able to make out the soft sounds of crashing waves nearby, and turning in that direction, he saw a small island with a gazebo on it in the distance.  He turned to look around and just caught the sight of a large fish tail sink below the water nearby.  A large splash next to him caused Max to jerk back from the sound and look to see the giant fish that was about to devour him.

 

“Maradith was right,” Jamie said, still wearing the plastic cap on her head.  “You are jumpy.  Let’s get you swimming so you can burn off all that tense energy.  Come on, I’ll race you to the shore.”

 

Jamie dove under the water and Max became even more nervous when he saw her lower back then ass as she curled into her diver under the water.  The flesh gently changed to fish scales, and then the very long and slender body of a fish followed through the air.  The tail popped out of the water and smacked the surface, splashing Max right in the face with the salty water.

 

“Fucking great,” Max mumbled, wiping his face and treading water.  “Mr. Knox was right.  I’ve snapped.  I’ve completely lost it.”  He shut his eyes tight and began chanting a mantra about what he thought was reality.  “I’m in a swimming pool with a beautiful woman.  I’m in a swimming pool with a beautiful woman.  I’m in a swimming pool with a beautiful woman.  I’m in a swimming pool with a beautiful woman.”

 

“Ah…thank you, Max,” Jamie’s voice said nearby.  “I think you’re quite handsome, too.  But if you don’t swim to shore, I’m going to have to carry you when your legs give out.  Now come on.”

 

Max opened his eyes and saw Jamie dive under again, this time her bright red hair wasn’t hidden beneath the cap anymore.  He felt the fatigue already growing in his legs and decided that if this was a mental break down, it wouldn’t do to drown in the pool; plus, swimming to shore would be the same as swimming to the edge of the real pool.  He made up his mind and began swimming.

 

When he reached the sand, his body was bone tired and he felt exhausted from the strain of the exercise.  He lay on his back on the sandy beach and looked up at the clear blue sky.  He wondered how he got here and how he was going to get back home when Jamie’s beautiful face blocked his view.

 

“I think I may have put you too far out for your first swim,” she said with a pout on her face.  “I’m sorry about that, handsome.”  Jamie leaned forward and Max felt her bare breast press into his bare chest, her hard nipples poking into his flesh.  “Can I make it up to you somehow?” she asked sultrily.

 

Her lips were mere inches from his and Max was unable to think as he felt her body arouse his lusts.  He felt her slide atop his body, and, through the spandex shorts, he could feel the scales of her tail press into his groin just as her lips lightly touched his.  He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her up, keeping her lips from pressing any harder on his and instigating something he wasn’t sure where he wanted to happen or not.

 

“It’s okay,” he moaned, looking into her ocean green eyes.  His hand reached up and caressed her cheek instinctively; but he pulled it away before he let himself get caught up in the pleasure of the moment.  “I just need to catch my breath and relax.”

 

“Good,” Jamie said, sliding off of him, “because it’s almost time for your massage.  That should help you really relax.  You’ll find a low table in the gazebo over there.  Just lie down and relax and Cecelia will be with you soon.”  She leaned over and gave his cheek a tender kiss and got up on her hands and began to move toward the water.

 

“Jenny will give you your swimming lessons tomorrow; so, if you want me,” Jamie looked over her shoulder at him and licked her lips while giving him a lascivious look, “you’re going to have to ask for me.”

 

Max pushed up onto his elbows and watched as Jamie and watched Jamie move into the surf and disappear beneath the waves.  He felt sad at loss opportunity of being with a mermaid; but he knew that if he wished to break his promise to himself, he would get that chance again this week.  He stood up and brushed the sand off his hands as best as he could as he walked to the gazebo.  Just outside it, there was a shower head that he used to wash off all the sand that he had been unable to reach and moved over to the table, still dripping wet.

 

Max had been to a couple of massage parlors before, and took the towel off a nearby table and wrapped it around his waist before removing the spandex shorts from underneath it.  The “low table” was more like a very short platform that was little more than a couple of inches off the main floor.  The cushion on it was very comfortable and Max began to doze within minutes of lying down.

 

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long,” said a female voice near his feet.  “Please, don’t move, sir,” it blurted out quickly when he started to look over his shoulder.  “I’m a very shy girl and I’d prefer if you didn’t look at me just yet.  As a matter of precaution, I placed a blindfold next to your head.  If you would please put it on and we can get started.”

 

“I’m not sure about this,” Max said, picking up the soft material and holding it up.  “I don’t mean to sound rude, but I do not want to have sex with anyone; and this seems like a kinky way of tricking me into doing that with you.”

 

I promise you, sir, that I will not do anything to you that you do not want me to do; and, if I start to go to far, just ask me to stop and I will,” the soft voice said as her warm moist hands took one of his feet into it.  “Lady Maradith would be most displeased if any of us did anything to her guests that they did not wish.  We pride ourselves in keeping customers at Succubus Ranch happy.”

 

“That’s another thing,” Max continued, sliding the silk mask over his eyes and around his head.  “What happened to everything?  One minute, I’m jumping into a swimming pool inside a southern plantation house, and then I’m instantly bobbing in the ocean close to a small island.  I mean, how did my swim instructor become a mermaid, for crying out loud?  None of this is even possible; but I find myself completely accepting the situation without second guessing it anymore.  Did I have a nervous breakdown or something?”

 

“Oh, Max,” the woman spoke gently.  “You’re not having a nervous breakdown.  We just have our ways of tricking the senses.  You need to relax and keep from having a breakdown, and one of the most relaxing things for humans is to hear the sounds of the beach.  That, plenty of exercise and then a full body massage usually work wonders on someone.”

 

The woman’s voice had become a bit husky as her hands worked past Max’s feet and began to massage up his calves.  He felt her small frame sliding across the inner parts of his legs.  Her hands were slick with an oily substance and they glided easily over his sore muscles.  He felt his feet and calves were now feeling tingly when her hands reached his lower thighs and rubbed the oil into his skin.  A soft breeze blew the smell of the oil up to him and he thought it smelled of coco butter and something else he couldn’t put his finger on.

 

“That feels good, Cecelia,” he said, turning his head to the side and breathing deep through his nose.  “It smells good too.  What is that you’re using?”

 

“It’s a family secret.  It helps relax the muscles just from the touch; but being rubbed in like this; it will soak into your skin and begin to help the rest of you relax too.”

 

“I hop it won’t relax me too much,” Max mumbled, starting to feel tired again.  “I don’t want to sleep though this.”

 

“Don’t worry, Max.  I won’t let you fall asleep.”  With that, he felt something tickle the bottom of his foot while her hands continued to work the back of his thighs.  He giggled, not even wondering how she had done that.  “Please, keep your word and do not look, okay?  I need to move up to your torso and work the rest of your body.”

 

“I’ll keep my word as long as you keep yours,” Max said, remembering her promise not to do anything he didn’t want her to do.  He heard strange noises on the wood as she apparently moved up to beside him.  Then her hands began to work his upper thighs, just inside the towel.  “Hey, that’s getting pretty close.”

 

“I won’t move my hands any further up than this,” she said with a giggle.  Max could imagine her putting her hand over her mouth like a child.  “But I do need to get the muscles up this high, at the very least.”

 

When she moved to his opposite thigh, he felt her bare nipples brush against his legs before she leaned further and both her breasts pressed between the back of his thighs.

 

“Are you wearing a bra or top?” max asked, but without any anger in his voice.  He was starting to enjoy the attentions of the beautiful women here; plus, the scent of the oil was helping him to relax more and enjoy the moment.

 

“I never wear clothes,” she sighed, her hands rubbing the relaxing oil into his tense thigh muscle.  “They irritate my skin, so I never wear them.”

 

“Is that why you don’t want me to see you, because you’re naked right now?”

 

“No, silly,” she said, tickling the back of both of his knees and getting a chuckle out of him.  He never noticed that both of her hands were still working on his thigh at the same time.  “I work in a brothel, so I am quite used to being seen naked.  It’s just that men don’t usually take to seeing me unless I get them used to me being around them first.”

 

“From what I’ve felt so far, your breasts are quite nice and a little heft,” Max said.  “That’s meant as a compliment, by the way.  Also when you were down at my lower thighs and between my feet, I will make a guess that you have a nice thin waist.  Your voice is very nice, too; and your hands feel small and feminine even if they are strong enough to work the stress out of my muscles.

 

“I really don’t see why any man would blanch at seeing what my senses tell me is a beautiful woman,” Max finished.

 

“You’re very sweet,” she giggled.  He then felt her lips on the lowest part of his exposed back and kiss it gently.  “But there is more to me than what you’ve described.  Maybe you will see later on.  Maybe you won’t.  It all depends…,” she said, leaving the sentence unfinished.

 

Her hands began to massage Max’s lower back just above the towel and the oil was working more quickly now that it was in his system.  He felt his back muscles almost turn to jelly within seconds.

 

“What if I want to see you right now?” Max asked, moving his arm to reach for the eye covering.  Something soft and slender came to rest on his forearm and held it to the table.

 

“Please, don’t,” Cecelia said, a bit of sadness in her voice.  Her hands continued to work on his lower back, moving with gentle motions with their slick oils.  The thing that had caught his arm seemed to kiss his flesh before moving off of it, leaving an oily substance behind that left it feeling completely relaxed.  “I’ll only let you see me when you are much more relaxed,” she said, and then whispered so softly he barely heard her, “and willing.”

 

“If I get much more relaxed, I’ll be asleep,” Max mumbled, his body feeling like a dead weight already from the middle of his back down to his toes.  His one forearm and the hand below where he had been held down were beyond reach of his mind to move.  He even tried to wiggle those fingers and couldn’t tell if he had succeeded or not.

 

I can make sure you don’t fall asleep,” Cecelia giggled, once more slipping gently under the towel where his legs were.  Max tried to move, but his muscles were to lethargic from the massage.  “Don’t worry, though.  I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, remember?”

 

Whatever it was she had slipped beneath the towel and along his inner thighs, Max felt it slide back out, caressing his inner thighs; but it had been so close to his scrotum and its touch had been so gentle.  He already felt like he had lost another opportunity for something he had never felt before but would have enjoyed immensely.

 

“I don’t know what’s going on anymore, but I think I’m starting to enjoy it,” he mumbled.  Cecelia’s hands were now working the oil into his upper back and over his shoulders.  The smell of the oils, along with the salty air of the sea, sank deep into his mind, along with the slow steady crashing of the small waves on the beach and the just as evenly paced pressure as the oils were rubbed deep into his muscles.

 

“That’s it, Max,” she cooed close to his ear.  “Just relax and enjoy yourself.  Nothing bad will happen to you here.  But, before you get too relaxed, I need you to roll over.”

 

Max had to work hard to force his muscles to lift his weight off the soft cushioned surface of the table and turn over.  When he finally managed it, he could feel that his towel had come loose, but he didn’t have the strength to reach up and fix it.  He kept as still as he heard the strange slurping noises he heard earlier when Cecelia moved to his side.  Her hands were back at his feet again.

 

This may become a bit sensual, Max,” she said, her voice sounding huskier than it had before.  “I want to warn you in advance.  I will need to climb up your body as I work your legs to give you the best massage.”

 

Mmmmm,” Max replied.  “I’m okay with that, just as long as you don’t stop rubbing me.”

 

“Would you mind if I gave you a special massage, instead of a normal one?” she asked, her voice sounding sultry, but somewhat shy.

 

“Special massage?” he asked, a smile crossing his lips.

 

“It’s not what you think,” she replied, her hands still working his feet.  “I just use a special technique to massage the muscles, so I can get them really relaxed and rub in the oils better.  Here, let me show you with your other foot.”

 

Max felt his other foot be lifted off the table and wrapped sensually in something firm but with some give to it.  Inside the wrapping, there were small circular places that felt like they were kissing his foot and toes, everywhere without actually pulling them deep into the mouth.  The wrapping tightened and loosened rhythmically, occasionally moving the small kisses along his foot and up to his ankles.

 

“Oh, yeah,” Max moaned aloud.  “That feels great.  I wouldn’t mind feeling that everywhere.”  He chuckled when Cecelia giggled at his words, actually hoping that she was thinking the same dirty thought that had crossed his mind.  Though he had no intentions of having sex, he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t wonder what that technique would fee like on his dick.

 

“Let’s just do your feet and legs first,” she said silkily as his other foot was engulfed by the same technique that was still working on the first one.  “We’ll see if you’re still awake after that and then, maybe, let you feel it…everywhere.”

 

Max felt his dick twitch with the implications as it began to rise with the dirty thoughts crossing his mind.  In the darkness of the blindfold, he could imagine himself writhing under the ministrations of that technique.  He felt the towel loosen some more as his cock slowly grew firm and rise toward the top.

 

His muscles were too relaxed to be able to fix the towel, and he tried to change his thoughts to something else; but the sensations that were no slowly creeping up his ankles and calves were just too arousing to get his mind to think of much else.  He groaned with his inability to control that one part of himself and tried to focus his attention on decreasing its size.

 

This plan was thrown out the window when he felt Cecelia’s hands touch his thighs and begin to slide her oil-slicked fingers up and inward.  He tried to move his arms and found they would not respond to his minds demands to reach down and stop the woman’s encroaching hands.

 

“I thought you promised not to do anything I didn’t want you to do,” he moaned as her fingers slipped underneath the towel and continued to move slowly toward his crotch.

 

“Your body wants it, Max,” she said with a sultry, breathy voice.  “All the same, I need you to actually ask for it, though.”

 

Cecelia’s slender fingers came to stop just short of Max’s scrotum.  They caressed lightly on his inner thighs as her arms came to rest on his upper thighs.  He felt a weight all over his legs, knowing she was lying atop them when her soft as pillow breasts pressed into the leg just above his knees.  He felt her head press against his covered erection and heard her take several deep breaths, like she was sniffing a bouquet of flowers.

 

“I can smell your need for me, Max,” she moaned.  “All you need to do is ask and I will give you greater pleasures.”

 

He fought the urge to tell her yes, but her massaging technique kept up the sensual kisses beneath the soft pliant material as it climbed now to his knees and past them.  He felt her breast slide forward and then the towel moved when he figured the top of them reached it and kept moving.  The wrapping continued to follow behind her, constantly moving and caressing his flesh with the feelings of hundreds, if not thousands, of kisses; but his feet still remained covered by them.

 

He barely had the ability to think at this point, and Max’s mind thought he felt the kisses leaving behind more of that oil.  The soft, pliant, almost rubbery material wrapping around his legs was massing it into his muscles.  They relaxed even more; but the kisses on his flesh were erotic beyond measure.  His blood boiled as they moved up over his lower thighs.

 

Max became dimly aware that his towel had been opened completely and that Cecelia’s hands were now at his stomach.  He could feel her breasts pressing into his hips, his erection nestled in the valley just between the warm, sensual flesh.  He caught his hips moving slightly and did his best to hold them still; but controlling his muscles had become too hard for him, and his cock continued to slide gently across her sternum with her breast pressing in around it.

 

“Don’t worry, Max,” Cecelia cooed, her lips now kissing his bare bellybutton.  “You will enjoy every moment of this and come away from it fully refreshed.  Just tell me I can give you pleasure.  Let me make you cum, lover.”

 

She had moved further up now, and her breasts were now pressing into his stomach.  Cecelia’s hands had reached his shoulders and were sliding around behind his neck as she kissed her lips on his bare chest.  He felt the material now being to touch the edge of his ball sack.  Some of the oil it was pushing around touched it as well and an electric jolt of pleasure raced through his system.

 

Max couldn’t keep his hip from bucking and his breath escaped from him in a small cry and whimper that Cecelia heard.

 

“Yes, please,” Max barely said, his mind not caring what it had promised earlier.

 

“As you wish, lover,” Cecelia whispered into his ear before moving her mouth to cover his.  Max kissed her back willingly, but was unable to move his arms as the material seemed to flow quickly all over his body.

 

He felt his dick sink quickly into liquid heat as the material wrapped around it.  The kisses were more erotic than he had expected them to be on his sensitive head; but the stuff, as it stroked the oil up and down his shaft, had tightened around the base and kept his orgasm from escaping just yet.  Hit tongue warred with hers, constantly losing the battle, but ever so happily to play with it again.

 

Cecelia’s hands reached to the side of his face and slid around behind his head as her kiss became more demanding and the massage continued all over his lower body.  The kisses on his erection became more demanding as well, some of the little sucking lips beneath the rubbery material pulling his dick one way while others would push it in that same direction.  Soon, his cock was made to stand erect with hundreds of lips wrapped around it and nothing just over the tip.

 

Then all the lips let go of him.  Cecelia’s mouth released his at the same time the little lips let go of his cock.  A weight immediately pressed onto the head of his cock, and then he was instantly enveloped in the heated warmth of the most heavenly pussy he had ever known existed.  Max and the masseuse nearly yelled the pleasure of the impalement as the inner walls pulsed their agreement that this was what they wanted to massage.

 

Cecelia remained still, and the massaging technique stopped moving as well.  Both she and Max were breathing hard for a second, and then her hands came to rest beside his face again, her finger tips caressing the strap of the blindfold.

 

“Are you ready to see me now, lover?” she moaned, her lips inches from his own.

 

“Most definitely, yes,” Max replied, his breath slowly coming back to him.

 

He felt the mask being tugged up over his head and was surprised to find that the sun had almost set.  The red glow from the far away horizon gave light highlights to the shortly cropped brown hair that was around the pixie like face of the woman sitting on him.  Her eyes shown with great happiness at seeing his smile, but she seemed to have a worried look on her face, too.  She darted her eyes down for a split second and then looked back at Max, biting her lower lip.

 

He felt her rise lightly above him and his exposed cock received the hundreds of kisses again, trying to push him back up into her.  Max wondered about this and let his eyes roam down her voluptuous chest and down past the tanned, trip, tight stomach to find a sight that shocked him.  Her skin, where her hips should have been, changed from human flesh to a strange look.

 

Max watched it change colors just slightly, changing hues from brown to dark red and back all the way down.  He raised his head, and Cecelia leaned back so that he could get a full look at what he thought he was seeing.  He thought he was in a nightmare, at first; then she pulled a little more off of him again, and the suction cups massed around his exposed erection began to attach and kiss his sensitive shaft.  They also pushed on his cock trying to push it back into her while oozing the oil over his cock and giving him great pleasure all the while.

 

If this is a nightmare, let me never wake up from this heaven, he thought to himself.  Max lay his head back on the pillow and looked up into her eyes as he pushed his hips up into her.  She had a look of fear in her eyes until his hips thrust, then a smile crossed her lips and she moaned as he filled her pussy willingly once more.

 

He smiled up at her as he felt her octopus tentacles start up their massaging again.  Several of them quickly moved up past his hips and started to caress his stomach as the suckers delicately latched on and then let go, leaving behind a drop of the massage oil that they apparently produced.

 

Max lay still as the arms began to stretch up, two of them moving a little quicker than the other two on his abdomen.  They reached up to his neck and shoulders and started to massage the muscles there as the tentacles wrapped around his shoulders and behind his neck.  The whole while, he looked up and could see Cecelia slowly rising and lowering her top half, and felt the suckers at her center kiss all over his shaft when it was exposed.

 

He moaned in pleasure and couldn’t resist a giggle when one of the tentacles at his feet began to play between his toes.  Cecelia rose up a little and let her sucker filled center kiss, pull and massage the aphrodisiac oil into his cock while her two tentacles at Max’s feet began to caress and play between his toes.

 

The mixed sensations of tickling and such sensual pleasure that was assaulting his cock sent Max over the edge.  He felt the tight opening of her sex suckle on the head of his dick as his orgasm rushed from his balls and escaped into her.  Cecelia moaned but did not take him deep into her just yet.  Max could feel two tentacles wrap around and easily squeeze under his thighs.  Their tips, suckers and strong musculature all worked together to massage and play with his balls and perineum, keeping the orgasm going when Max would normally have ended.

 

He grunted, feeling the restraint of the four tentacles below his waist holding him perfectly still as the suction cups teased his orgasm on and on while the ones at his feet kept up their ticklish torture.  He didn’t know whether to laugh, scream or cry with great pleasure she was committing his body to.

 

Finally, Cecelia sank down slowly onto his erection, taking him as deep as he could go and moaning with the pleasure of being filled.

 

“Thank you, Max,” she sighed.

 

“Thank you,” Max replied, his eyes slowly closing as his body relaxed from the intense orgasm she had just given him.  “I never knew it could feel so good.”

 

“It’s what we do best here, at Succubus Ranch, lover,” Cecelia said as her tentacles began to coil all around Max’s body.

 

He felt them slide under his back, over his shoulders, behind his buttocks and around his lower legs.  He was dimly aware of warmth covering his body where the tentacles weren’t touching his skin directly and cracked an eyelid and saw that, just like an octopus, she had a thin membrane of webbing between her tentacles.

 

He lie still, feeling the tentacles continue to kiss along his flesh and move on, his cock remained hard deep inside Cecelia’s warm massaging center.  She started humming another tune, and his mind thought it sounded like a lullaby.  His body relaxed even more, the feeling of the webbing almost like a pleasant blanket wrapped tightly around his body.

 

Soon, he was asleep and dreaming of Cecelia still riding his cock, her tentacles pulling and tugging on it, his erection being teased closer and closer to another orgasm.  Each time he came close, she would hold back and a tentacle would wrap tightly around the base of his shaft, pinching off the flow to keep him from orgasm.

 

“Not yet, lover,” Jamie cooed in his ear, her body lying next to his trapped body beneath the eight tentacles.  “You need to want the release for us to continue giving it to you.”

 

“I want it,” Max whimpered, trying to move his hips; but they were held firm by the tentacles and suction cups.  “Please,” he begged.

 

“Just ask for us, and we will make your dreams and wishes come true this week,” whispered Delilah into his opposite ear before nibbling on the earlobe.  “We are at your beck and call; and we really want you to call for us.”

 

“I want you,” he said.  “I want all three of you.”

 

“You’ve already had me,” Cecelia said, her sex sucking him close to orgasm again but the tentacle around his cock holding it tightly to keep him from exploding inside her.  “Who’s next?”

 

“Delilah,” he moaned, his eyes shutting tight and then opening again when he felt the bed move.  He sat up in his dark bedroom and looked around.  He saw Delilah with one knee on the mattress at the end of the bed and the other leg straight and still on the floor.  She looked hungrily at him and licked her lips.

 

“I hoped you would call on me again,” she said, beginning to crawl up and over his body.  He could see her naked breasts hanging as she stalked up his body like a cat on the prowl.  “I’m going to show you the pleasures that a normal woman will never be able to.  Jamie hopes that you will ask for her tomorrow for your swimming lesson, instead of Jenny.  She wants that kiss you denied her…and me.”

 

Delilah pressed her lips to Max’s and he fell back onto his bed with the beauty laying atop him, her body pressing into his and proving to be all woman.

 

The rest of the week passed quickly for Max, every thing planned for him starting off as an exercise routine, but eventually it would become a sexual frenzy between him and the woman who was training him.  By the third night, Delilah had become his roommate, sharing his bed with him every night, having him orgasm several times during the night.

 

In the mornings, Max would meet up with Jason and Maradith for breakfast; each time they would introduce him to another one of the ladies of the house, and he would end up with the woman beneath the table giving him a mind numbing blow job.  After a quick rest in his room, and some more sex with Delilah, Max would be escorted by Jamie to the pool, where he willingly dived in and was always surprised by the ocean view when he surfaced again.

 

Once on the beach, Jamie would take advantage of Max’s tired muscles and slide her nubile body atop his, her tail pressing between his legs.  The first time he went all the way with her, he questioned how they were going to have sex; but that issue was resolved when his cock sank into a small slit hidden beneath her scales.  He felt the smooth silken texture of the pussy beneath; but it was cool instead of hot like all the others.  This difference did wonders to excite him more and grew stiffer inside Jamie’s gripping sex.

 

She rode his cock for a few hours each afternoon, covering his body with hers and blocking the sun so that he would not become burned by its glaring force.  His ejaculations always took longer with her, and he enjoyed the fact that he could last so long inside her pleasurable cool sex.

 

After a couple of hours on the beach, Jamie riding Max’s cock to a couple of orgasms and then him rolling her over and pushing himself as deep into her as he could to give her one more load, Max would depart from his mermaid lover with a deep longing kiss and promise to return with her the next day.  He would then walk over to the gazebo for his massage with Cecelia and her magical tentacles.

 

Each evening ended with her tentacles masturbating him to near orgasmic bliss before she would mount him and ride him to several more blissful releases.  Eventually, he would fall asleep under her massaging suction cups and wake up in the middle of the night in his own bed, Delilah pressed close to his body, her hands caressing his bare flesh and teasing him to another erection.

 

Max regretted when his last day at the Ranch was coming to an end.  During the night, after waking up to Delilah’s soft caresses, he pulled her close to him and held her close without any attempt to try and have sex with her.

 

“I just want to hold you, and be held,” he told her.  “I wish I could hold all three of you tonight, since I’m leaving in the morning.”

 

“All you had to do,” said Jamie’s voice.

 

“Was ask,” finished Cecelia.

 

Max opened his eyes and saw Jamie lying on the other side of him, her mermaid tail easy to see the outline of under the covers.  Cecelia was at the foot of the bed, just at Max’s feet, her tentacles hanging off the edge and reaching quite a way up toward all three of them.

 

“We want to hold you tonight, too,” Jamie said.

 

“Maybe, in the future, we can hold you longer than just a night,” Cecelia said.

 

“But we do understand that you have to go back to your work, lover,” Delilah whispered, turning his head toward her and giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

 

Soon, Max was lying on his back, Jamie in one arm, Delilah in the other and Cecelia lying atop his body, her arms wrapped around him.  Her tentacles wrapped all of them in a tight embrace as all three fell asleep.  Max’s dreams were the least erotic that night; but they were the happiest dreams he had had in years past.

 

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