Blue Taboo — Part 2 of 2

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Blue was my niece.—-I hadn’t seen Rachel for years. From what I’d been told, several years back she’d left home right out of high school, did her own thing and had made herself scarce ever since. But I was now sure it was her, something about her eyes and her almost-smile had triggered a years-old subtle recollection.I got Rocket’s phone number from Mel and called him. I asked him about the girls from the bachelor party.“They used to be strippers down at the Hoochie Coochie Club,” he said. “The black chick goes by Crystal Ballz, with a Z on the end. And the blue hair is Dixie Coxxx, with three x’s. I have no idea what their real names are.”“You said they used to be?” I asked.“Yeah, but they quit. Now they’re massage therapists and they do their little act on the side. Pretty good act, huh?”“Yep, sure was.”“What’s up, you gonna hire them?”“No, but I know someone who might.”“Well, they both work at that salon in that strip center on 8th across from the mall.”I knew the place. I thanked him and we ended the call. I looked up the number and called it. I didn’t know which name Rachel would be using so I tried to play dumb as if someone had referred me but I’d forgotten the girl’s name. The receptionist went through their roster and when she got to the name Rachel I said, ‘That’s it.’I gave her a name and booked a one-hour session for Friday afternoon.—-I walked into the salon Friday at four p.m. Even though I had no idea what I was doing or what I was going to say, something was drawing me, and I figured it would be a relaxing way to end the workweek if nothing else. I checked in with the receptionist and she had me fill out some forms and then showed me to a room. She pointed to a partition and told me to strip to my shorts and lay face-down on the table and Rachel would be with me shortly.I glanced at the door when Rachel entered. Her hair wasn’t blue, it was her natural blond, in braids. She wore scrubs and no makeup, her blue eyes sparkling. I couldn’t help but look through her clothes and imagine her inked skin and pierced nipples and cunt lips underneath. This was my niece, I kept telling myself, I must be crazy, but here I was.She didn’t say anything at first. She washed and dried her hands at the sink and then fiddled with some bottles of oil. She came to the table and poured the warm liquid onto my back.“So, how have you been, Uncle Hugh?” she said. So much for the element of surprise.“Oh, I’m okay. Nice to be home again. How about you?” I replied.“I’m fine. Long time no see, huh? At least until that bachelor party, right?” I agreed with her.She smeared the oil evenly over my neck and back and then dug her fingers into the base of my scalp.“I am going to start with your head and work my way all the way down to your feet, okay? Then we’ll flip you over and work our way back up. Let me know if there are any areas you don’t want me to massage.”“Okay,” I said. I started to relax as her skilled fingers kneaded my head and neck. “How did you come to be a massage therapist?”“Community College,” she said. Then after a moment added, “So, when did you figure out it was me?”“A couple of days later,” I said. “You looked familiar but with the blue hair and the eye makeup and the poor lighting, plus it had been so long since I’d seen you, it totally eluded me. You’ve grown into quite an attractive young woman.” Her hands dug into my shoulders and upper back with extra oomph when I said that.“I hope you weren’t disappointed,” she said.“Not at all,” I said quickly. “Although it was a surprise.”“A pleasant surprise, I hope; and not too much of a shock.”“It was a hell of a show you two girls put on.”“I’m glad you liked it.”“Oh, everybody loved it, that’s for sure,” I said. “That dildo thing you two did was amazing.”She was moving from my lower back and pouring oil all over my thighs. She again smeared it liberally over my skin and I felt a shiver when her fingernail flicked şişli escort the crack of my ass.“How did you get into doing it?” I asked. “How often do you do a show?”“It depends,” she said. “Most weekends we do one or two, sometimes three. Freddy, the bartender at the Hoochie Coochie Club books us. We used to work there as dancers but we got sick of the hours and the way we were treated and having to work the crowd of drunks afterward. Private parties are much easier and safer. We work for a couple of hours and make a lot of money.”I was savoring the pressure of her strong fingers rubbing my buttocks and the back of my thighs. Then she poured more oil on my calves and ankles and feet.“You can skip the feet,” I said. “Ticklish.”Rachel laughed and pummeled my calves.“Okay, flip over,” Rachel said.I did as I was told. She ran her thumbs along my oily shins.“So, Uncle Hugh,” she said after a moment, “Why are you here?”“What?” I said. “For a massage.”“For a massage, right, I know that. But you’re not here for anything else? Like to talk some sense into me? Or to tell me how to live my life?”“Oh no, nothing like that. I could tell at the bachelor party, you’re all grown up; your life is your own. At first I was attracted to the black girl, but then I found I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. That was long before I knew who you were.”“I was watching you too,” she said. “I recognized you. When we started mingling I really wanted to go over to where you were but I was afraid. At first, I was embarrassed for me, but then I didn’t want to embarrass you or make you uncomfortable. Then when I saw Jen going down on you I was a little jealous.”This surprised me. “You were?” I said, as she worked my thigh.“Yeah,” she said. “Sounds pretty sick, doesn’t it? I guess when I’m sucking a bunch of strange cocks there is some safety and reassurance in sucking someone I know.”I listened to Rachel’s incredulous words. My cock did too. It had grown in my shorts and was stiff as a two-by-four. She noticed and put her hand on it and stroked it gently.“Maybe we should take this out,” Rachel whispered. “Is that okay with you?”“I didn’t know this was that kind of establishment,” I said softly.“It’s not. But my uncle wouldn’t squeal on me would he?”It was a rhetorical question. I lifted my butt and she grabbed the elastic waist of my boxers and pulled them off. She poured oil into her hands and gently pumped my erect tool over and over as I moaned softly. She did this for a minute or so, driving me giddily to the edge.“You have a nice cock,” she whispered and took it into her mouth.She maneuvered her mouth up and down over my shaft and every single stroke of her bobbing head felt like a mini-orgasm. I then realized that Rachel had an additional piercing I had been unaware of until that moment: her tongue. She had some kind of magical stud protruding from the top of her tongue and every single time it dragged along the length of my cock it felt like my cum was rising up through its shaft. I came like Krakatoa with my own hot lava fighting to get out of the crater on the head of my dick. When my ejaculation was finally over Rachel let my cum drip slowly from her mouth over my stomach and chest and she rubbed it in and finished my massage. Then she kissed my lips and slipped her slick tongue into my mouth and I tasted semen and mint. She washed her hands at the sink.“Damn, Rachel, that was beautiful,” I said. “Thank you. That was the best I’ve ever had!”“You’re welcome,” she said. “Bye.”‘How often can I come here without raising suspicions?’ I thought to myself as I was getting dressed. I felt great. That young lady is not only one hell of a masseuse, but she gives one hell of a BJ too. On the way out I set an appointment for the next Friday.—-Over the following days I constantly thought of Rachel. I was anxious for Friday to come, not just for the massage and the şişli escort bayan chance of another blowjob, but to see Rachel. I thought about the defaced body underneath those scrubs, the piercings, the grotesqueness of it. I wanted to see that body again, naked. I wanted to touch it, to feel it, to taste it.I knew it was wrong, she was my niece for Christ’s sake, but since I used to fuck my sister all those years ago, it didn’t seem so scandalous to me. All I could think about was Rachel and the stud in her tongue and how I felt like I was coming every time she licked along the skin of my cock.—-I had a dream about Rachel. I don’t remember my dreams very often, and when I do they are usually colorless, like an old black and white movie. But my dream about Rachel was full of color; blue, of course.We were naked in bed. Her hair was blue, her eyes were blue, her body was covered with blue tattoos, and her numerous loops and chains dangling from her various body parts sparkled in contrast. We were kissing and my hands were active all over her colored flesh, and my dick was long and hard.Then I was on top of her and she spread her pussy for me, inviting me in, and the inside of her cunt was a bright, liquid blue. But when I tried to enter her my cock turned into a snake and started squiggling around and darting back and forth, and as hard as I tried to put its head into her blue lagoon, it evaded me, and I would miss her open gash by an inch or two. She let go of her pussy lips and they closed and the gold hoops fastened to them turned into a prison gate, locking her cunt, and my snakehead kept banging on the gate, locked out and unable to enter.I awoke in a sweat with my stretched and swollen rod aching. I jerked off hoping it would relieve the pressure and help me get back to sleep.—-I showed up to the salon the next Friday more relaxed than the week before, but still a little anxious with anticipation. Rachel gave a great massage of course, and our conversation was freer and covered many topics. I asked her about her blue hair and she said it was to help keep her two lives separate. I asked about the tattoos and how she had come to acquire so many. She told me she didn’t really know, she had gotten one, then another, and another and pretty soon she was addicted. Same with the piercings: once she got started it was difficult to stop.‘Do you like them?’ she asked. I told her that after the initial shock I found it hard to look away.I was hard as granite when I flipped over and Rachel didn’t waste any time. She took off my shorts and stroked me and sucked me, and dragged her tongue stud up and down again and again, each pass like a climax in itself. I was sighing with pleasure, and I wanted to put my hand between her legs and feel her hot twat, but I didn’t. I chickened out, not wanting to surprise her or ruin anything. When I came it was a major load, and Rachel kept her mouth clamped around my meat until my body stopped vibrating. She swallowed what must have been a hefty mouthful of cum, and then she kissed me and I held her as our tongues did a slippery dance, a much longer kiss than the week before.As Rachel was finishing up she asked me if I’d be coming in the next Friday. I told her I would like to.“Why don’t you come at five?” she said. “That’s my last appointment of the day. Maybe we could go out for a drink, or something, afterward.”“Sounds like a great idea,” I said. I didn’t know what she meant by ‘or something’, but I liked the sound of it.—-Rachel was in the lobby when I arrived the next Friday. She greeted me and led me to the massage room. As soon as the door closed behind us she planted a kiss on my lips and told me to undress. I went behind the partition and disrobed.“May as well leave your boxers back there too,” Rachel said.So I did. She watched me with a flirtatious smile as I walked naked the few feet mecidiyeköy escort to the massage table with half a hard-on. I lay face-down on the table and Rachel started doing her thing. I was totally relaxed, the stress of the workweek fading away, and anticipating what was to come. But she still had a surprise for me.She poured oil on my ass and legs and I felt some of the warm fluid ooze into the crack of my ass. She spread my buttocks apart with her fingers and I felt it drip inside. She deep-rubbed my butt muscles for a minute. Then I hissed when I felt her finger dip into my asshole.“I want to massage all of you,” she whispered in my ear.Her finger glided easily in and out of my ass a number of times and my prick was hard against the thin matt of the table. I stayed that way over the ensuing minutes as she massaged my legs. When I rolled over my cock stood at full mast.Rachel pretended not to notice. She oiled my legs and massaged them from the bottom up. When she was working my high thighs her fingers came within a centimeter of my cock and balls, but she didn’t touch them. I was gripping the edge of the table tightly with bare knuckles, hoping that she would grab it and start going to town, but she did not. She just moved on to my upper body.We hadn’t said anything for a while. I thought maybe there was something wrong that I was unaware of; my mind was wandering and I was thinking that maybe I wasn’t going to get the royal treatment this time. Then I squawked when her fist tightened around my engorged balls. Rachel was standing even with my chest, her eyes were blue fire.“Now I’m going to deep-throat this bad boy,” she rasped.She bent over and I watched her mouth descend and surround my distended dick. It quickly disappeared into her mouth and then her lips were kissing the top of my balls. She still had one hand on my scrotum and the other was clamped on my ass.She gagged a couple times but she didn’t come up for air right away, she kept me in her mouth and throat and worked my ass and balls. When she did come up she sucked on my balls and licked my shaft, dragging her pseudo-orgasmic tongue stud along my thin, taut skin, and then sucked the head of my dick like a siphon. Then with what seemed like no effort, she enveloped me with her mouth and once again the head of my cock was in the back of her throat.I put my hand on her ass as she sucked me, and then I snuck it between her legs.Within Rachel’s energetic fingers my sack was about to explode and send its payload skyward. I tried to muffle my groan with my upper arm, but it was loud enough to signal to her that I was about to come. She whipped her mouth off of me, her teeth briefly pinching the tip. Instantly she squeezed the shaft of my cock in her hand and placed her thumb over the hole, locking in my cum. She started licking me, dragging that stud up along the skin of my cock, from base to tip. She did this over and over, stimulating my orgasm, but not allowing my cum to escape. When she finally did, I was like a bottle rocket blasting off, my sperm launching out of me into the air, onto Rachel’s hand, and her face, and my body.Rachel licked some of my cum off her fingers and wiped her face with a towel. “Well, now that there is one happy camper,” she said.I pulled her to me, put my arms around her and kissed her, my tongue diving deep for the spot where my dick had been. It was a long kiss and she used my cock as a handle.“Where do you want to go for a drink?” she asked.“I don’t care,” I said, “How about Harold’s? It’s right down the street.”“Uh, how about Bella’s, on 12th? In about an hour? I used to date one of the bartenders at Harold’s; it didn’t end too well.”“Really? What was his name?”“Sheila,” she said.“Oh,” I said. “Uh, okay, no problem, Bella’s it is, see you in an hour.”—-I got to Bella’s before Rachel did. I took a stool at the far corner of the bar facing the door. I wanted to see her make her entrance.The bartender had just put my beer on the bar when she walked in. She looked pretty hot, as expected. Her blond hair was down on her shoulders. She wore skin-tight black jeans, black pumps and a soft cream sweater with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows,…

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