My New Occupation

Hi all, sorry it's been a while since my last activity on here,
I've been very busy with securing my new occupation, which I'm very happy to tell you all about :)

I have been training to be a professional masseuse and I am now fully qualified, it's a step up to me from being just a humble secretary, and I have to say I thoroughly enjoy my new work!

When I attended my first lesson, my teacher, Mrs. Adams, was taking me through the basics and showing me different massage techniques, and when she asked me to demonstrate what I had learnt, she told me I was a natural!

She wouldn't let me stop either tee-hee, ended up giving her a full 30minute massage session, which I had to pay her for, mind!

After a good long while of training, and plenty of massage classes, I was finally qualified to be a professional masseuse and got a job at this lovely beauty parlour which has everything to cater for women from beauty treatments such as manicures/pedicures, hairdressers and make up artists, and of course, massages and body rubs.

My first day on the job was a little nerve-wracking, specially as my very first client was a beautiful posh middle-aged business woman who knew what she likes and expected me to match her exacting standards. No pressure then!

I did my best, I got her laying face down and naked on the massage table with only a
cream-coloured towel covering her high-maintenance rich backside and went about putting all I learned into practise.
She seemed pleased and somewhat happy enough with me.

The truth is, though, and this is just between you and me...
I got very turned on when she was telling me where to massage her *blushes*...

There was something about the way she knew that I was beneath her as she told me how to do my job, she had status, and power, and money, and so felt entitled to treat me as little more than a mere submissive servant to her higher power, and I was being very submissive.

Everytime she told me to do something or focus on another area of her body or to apply more/less pressure, I'd softly reply,
"Yes, Ma'am."

With every command followed by my submissive, 'yes ma'am', I got a tingle in me, like a little buzz of subtle electric pleasure pulsing down my spine and through my clit.
Especially when I had worked my way down to massaging her legs, and she told me to give her feet a good rubbing. I repeat, she told me, not asked, TOLD me!

After she was satisfied with having her feet rubbed, I massaged my way back up her legs, focusing on her soft mocha skinned thighs.

"Massage my buttocks." was the very matter of fact command she gave me.

"Er..." Was all I could utter, feeling a little shocked and apprehensive to willingly obey that command. I was told over and over again during my training that you never ever touch a client's bum or private parts during a session, yet there I was, on my very first day with my very first client being told to do exactly that.

"I'm waiting..." She impatiently muttered.

"I'm - er - sorry ma'am, but I'm not allowed to do - uh - massage sensitive areas."
I found myself awkwardly explaining, even though truthfully I was very tempted to break that rule.

"What nonsense!" She sharply berated into her head-rest, "The last masseuse I had here did that, while you stand around all say rubbing people, I spend my working hours sitting in my office chair making my company a very successful company indeed, but such hard work leads to a lot of tension to build in my buttocks, so you will massage them or I'll go somewhere else!"

"Ok ok I'm sorry ma'am," I quickly apologised sheepishly, "please, relax and enjoy."
I nervously lifted the towel off her bum revealing it in all it's majesty, and well I have to say,
she sure doesn't look like she spends all day sitting on it!
It's a gorgeous looking shapely well-toned bottom, no hint of cellulite anyway despite her being in her late 30s - early 40s.

I had plenty of time to admire the view as she had me massaging her golden ass for the rest of her session. I even, rather bravely, complimented her for the good condition of her butt!
She didn't even thank me for the compliment, she just happily sighed as though she already knows she's got a good looking bum and doesn't need to hear it from a lowly masseuse.

Fuck, I was so turned on during that!

At one point I was so unable to resist the urge of doing a big long rub up her buttocks and onto her lower back while I leaned over her and lowered my face right down towards the middle of her glorious cheeks, and had myself a very sneaky sniff at her crack.
I know, I know, that was so naughty of me *blushes* tee hee!

When the session was over with, she stood up, wrapping the towel around her body, and without saying a word to me, she just walked into the small dressing room, got changed as I cleared up, and off she walked out. I peeked through a crack in the door as she walked up to our receptionist.

"Hello, Madame, how was your massage?" She asked and smiled sweetly to the posh lady.

"It was satisfactory and rather pleasant," She replied, "although your masseuse could benefit from learning some better manners." She then put on some designer shades and left.

"The cheeky bitch!" I quietly uttered to myself, only to then whisper, "come back here again and I'll do anything to make it up to you..." I couldn't quite believe how submissive she made me felt, and how good being submissive to her felt.

I was so horny by that point that I had to tell my supervisor I needed a cigarette break (despite the fact I don't smoke!) and sneaked off into the staff toilets where I was able to bring myself some quick relief in the privacy of the locked stall.

With a big sigh of relief, I washed myself and headed back to my post and awaited my next client.

I spent a lot of that first day, getting so horny during the massages. It was a real mix of clients seeing me for my services. From young chavvy 18 year old girls being treated to a massage by their mums as a birthday treat, to older matriarchal ladies just enjoying a luxurious
treat to get away from their busy family life for an hour out of the day.

Most were very pretty, although I even found myself getting turned on massaging the not-so-pretty women. I guess it's just being put in that servant role of having to massage them, and even though my hands and arms were aching loads during my last session of the day, I was still ever eager to please my client and never let my workrate go down.

The biggest perks of the job for me as to be how on very common occurrences, most of the ladies... How shall I put this...? They let little accidents slip.
In other words, as they get so relaxed, they sometimes cant help but to fart!

Now, as I have quite a well-documented penchant for such expulsions from a lady, I cant help but to enjoy when that happens!

The women who do that during my sessions usually always say sorry immediately after and blush a bright beetroot red, bless them, but I very quickly reassure them, telling them their not the first to do that and that it's perfectly natural.
That's my professional response to those incidents.
My unprofessional response though, is to sneak a sniff at their bottoms without them realising *blushes* sorry, I just cant help myself! Tee-hee.

The best incident of that by far though, was one lady who was in her early 50s yet looked at least 10 years younger than that. She had a very pretty motherly face, with kind eyes and a sweet smile.
It was her birthday and her husband had paid for her to have an hour long massage session, and lucky me got to be her masseuse. She had a great hourglass figure on her, a little on the plump side but that just made her look all the more like a gorgeous MILF!

She was very friendly to me, chatting away to me like a mother would to a daughter as
I began massaging her. Turned out that another birthday treat she had was having her silvery blonde hair done in the very same beauty parlour I was working, they do good work and her hair looked lovely in the shape of a cool wonderfully styled bob.

After about 10 minutes into the massage, she'd stopped chatting and just laid there on her front, enjoying her well-deserved treat, sighing very contently. I felt very pleased and privileged to be massaging her.

I don't know what gave me to courage to say this to her, but I said,
"You know, ma'am, for special clients such as yourself,
there's an added option you might in interested in?"

"Oh, what's that, dear?" She sweetly replied.

"Well," I explained, "if your feeling comfortable enough to, it's basically a slightly more intimate session, I'll remove your towel and massage your whole body, working out the tensions that can be found in the muscles and skin around your - uh - bottom - area."

"Oh ok, erm, how much extra is that?" She paused and asked.
I was sure she'd be offended and tell me where to go.

"Oh, no charge at all, ma'am, it'll be my pleasure." I smiled.

"Right, ok, sure I'll be happy with that!" She sounded very pleased.

I eagerly removed the towel off her plump round ass and took a moment to admire the grand view infront of me. She had such a beautiful big curvy round bottom. I was overcome with the urge to just grab those cheeks and squeeze them and bury my face into them, but somehow, I managed to resist. A decision which kept me my job!

Instead, I quietly sighed and composed myself, and continued on with the massage. I anxiously worked my way down the small of her back, onto her curvy hips, and then finally got my hands on that gorgeous ass of hers. I thoroughly enjoyed massaging her butt for her. I even kept leaning down every few moments to have a cheeky little sniff of her. She was none the wiser to what I was doing. I considered myself very lucky, and pondered on how lucky her husband is, it's properly only him and me who know how gloriously sweet and sexy her butt smells, we're properly the only people in the whole world who has smelt it!
Well, properly her as well if she's ever had herself a little scratch and sniff!
haha sorry *blushes* naughty Ms. Jones :P

I leant down for another sniff.
To my complete surprise, she suddenly farted!

"Oh dear, pardon me... Better out than in!" She giggled.

I was so shocked but managed to chuckle along with her.

"That's ok, it's perfectly natural." I managed to splutter out.

"It is." She returned, she didn't seem all that embarrassed by it like most women do.

"Infact, I take it as a compliment!" I chuckled.

"Oh, how's that then?" She puzzled, with her head still laying down into the headrest.

"Well, it shows how relaxed you're finding my massage." I explained, my nipples feeling like their ready to burst through my top! "To me, that fart is like a little 'thank you' note!"

"Wow, never thought of my farts as a way of saying 'thank you' before!" She chuckled, feeling completely at ease now. I laughed along with her.

"Next time I have sex with my husband, if he gives me an orgasm,
I'll be sure to let a real big 'un rip!"
She laughed heartily. I laughed out loud in shock at how frank she was, saying that to me!

"if you did, just hope it's not while your in a 69!" I joked and laughed.

"Oh no, that'd knock him out!" She laughed in response.

"Don't think yours are that bad..." I softly chuckled. I sneakily leaned down and had another smell of her gorgeous bum. I could smell her fart and to my surprise, it actually smelt really pleasant. Not a strong scent by any means, and considering that she had just farted, her bum actually smelt even better for it!

I was incredibly horny by that point, it felt like I had just put on soaking wet knickers.

Throughout the rest of the massage, I kept thinking about the smell of her farts. She let another couple loose during the session, but unfortunately that happened when I was massaging her front so I couldn't obviously get a good whiff of them. She didn't care at all about farting in my presence either, what a woman she is! I wish all my clients were like her...

Eventually, her hour had passed, I gently tapped her and realised she was sleeping.

"Ma'am?" I cleared my throat trying to wake her. She was sound asleep.

I took the opportunity to have a little sniff between her wide-open thick thighs.
Her pussy smelt very sweet.

"Oh god..." I uttered in pleasure under my breath.

I realised what I was doing and didn't want to risk being caught so decided to do the right thing and wake her up.

"That was so lovely." She sighed sweetly and yawned, having a stretch of her arms as she sat up.

She actually let rip another fart right onto the massage table!

"Oh god, sorry about this, I'm not usually this gassy." She told me, still sitting there infront of me, in the nude.

"It's perfectly ok, ma'am." I reassured, smiling. She smiled back at me.
She got up and walked over into the little dressing room to get dressed.
As she was putting her clothes on out of sight, I couldn't help but to quickly lean my face down onto the massage table where she had just been sitting and where she had just farted, and sniffed at the soft fabric.
Couldn't believe my luck when I could smell her delicious fart on it!

I had a few whiffs, treating it like it was her very special parting gift to me,
or should that be, FARTING gift! hehehe...

I straitened myself up as she walked back into the room, now fully clothed.

"Thank you ever so much for that, darling, I'll be telling my friends all about you!"
She complimented me.

"Oh you're too kind," I sweetly replied, "the pleasure was all mine, really."
She had no idea how literally I meant that!

"Can I give you a hug?" She asked, sounding very cute.

"Sure!" I giggled, and over she walked, wrapping me in her big warm motherly arms and hugged me.

"Thank you so much." She thanked me again, and headed off out the room.

"You come back any time you want, I'll gladly massage you again!" I called out.

"Oh I will!" She called back with a big grin on her face.

I felt very pleased with myself, and had to please myself! I made my usual "smoke break" excuse and had a good play in the bathroom stall again, relieving my desires.

When I came back, my supervisor came up to me.

"Wow, good work Samantha, that last client was one very satisfied customer!" She told me.

I humbly grinned.

"She got your name from the front desk and said she'll make arrangements to return again soon. Great work, Sam, I'll make sure you get a little something extra in with your next wage slip."

Wow I couldn't believe that!

That's just one of the many things I love about my new job. Sure the hours are long and I usually have such aching hands and arms and my feet get sore at the end of every shift, but it's well worth it for all the perks that come with the job.

For the first time in my life, I wake up every day looking forward to going to work!

I guess it's like they say, it's not work if you do what you love,
and I love being a masseuse!

Thank you for reading :)