Professor Yahaira proposed a deal to which Isabella could not really say "no". Her first task is to meet a man named Jerome and follow his instructions. Jerome has quite an unusual massage session planned for Isabella.
"It seems that the rest of my semester just became quite interesting.".
I stared at the door that Adam had just closed and I thought about the conversation that I just had with Professor Yahaira. "She wants me as her plaything for the rest of the semester?", I thought. I could not decide if I was feeling better or worse after coming to this building. At least I was not expelled, but then again this might not be much better either. I decided not to overthink about it. I could do that when I was safely in my dorm room. Now I needed to meet this "Jerome" whom Professor Yahaira had mentioned, and probably have my first taste of what she had planned for me.
I walked to the door that the professor had used to enter the room and knocked on it. No one answered the door so I grabbed the handle and opened it myself. The room inside was warm and well-lit. There was a massage table right at the center of the room and a circular bathtub at the corner of the room. It seems that the room was a mini spa of sorts. Based on the humidity, this spa was recently utilized. "So she had a relaxing bath just before meeting with me? Who does that?", I asked in my mind even though I knew the answer. Someone with money and power. When I started to check out the large massage table, the door to yet adjacent room opened and a short man walked in with towels. He stopped and nodded in my direction and I nodded back. He put the towels on a nearby stool, pointed to my bathrobe, and said with a heavy accent, 'Non clothes.'. And before I had time to react, he pointed to the massage table and continued, 'You. Table.'. I did not need to be a rocket scientist to understand what he wanted me to do. When I pondered that should I do what he ordered me to do, he turned around and faced the wall.
Based on what Professor Yahaira has said, my decision has already been made for me. This person must be the "Jerome" and this situation was supposed to be my first task. "It is in on now.", I told to myself. I slipped out of my bathrobe and lay on the massage table. I took a comfortable position. I placed my arms on the armrests at the front of the table and pushed my face against the hole in the headrest. It was not my first time being on a massage table, so I knew how to place myself. When I had found the perfect spot and stopped moving, I heard Jerome turning around. I appreciated the privacy he had given me to get ready. Maybe this will not be as bad as I had thought. Jerome placed the towels on me to cover my naked body. I was delighted to find out that the towels were prewarmed and they felt quite nice on my body. "This actually might be exactly what I needed.", I thought while feeling a bit more relaxed.
'Are you going to massage me?', I asked Jerome. 'Shhh! No speak English.', he replied. His accent reminded me of French, but I could not be sure. It was like Professor Yahaira had told me, it seemed to be pointless to gather any information from him. Thus I focused on trying to relax further.
Jerome indeed was planning to massage me. From the face-hole, I saw him walking in front of me and I soon felt his hands rolling up the towel to reveal my shoulders and my back. He touched my back with his soft hands and I knew in the instant that he was professional. The way he moved his hands might've looked random at first, but he immediately found every stiff spot that I had. He worked fast, but he worked gently. 'Aaaah...', I sighed after starting to forget all about cheating and blackmail which Professor Yahaira had mentioned. Jerome applied warm massage oil on my back and I thought that I was in heaven. After a moment, he rolled the towel to cover my back and placed something hard on me. He said, 'Rock. You no move.'. He had already started to massage my shoulders when I realized that he had probably placed a massage stone on my back. I did not mind at all.
My masseur processed through my shoulders and once again rolled the towel up and placed stones on both of my shoulders. Next, he handled both of my arms in a very similar manner. But instead of utilizing stones this time, it was a warm of weight of kind. I did not pay much attention, because it felt quite nice. "Weights might be easier since they do not fall so easily.", I thought by myself. 'This feels nice...', I said while feeling my muscles loosening. 'Shhh! Relax.', he replied. I took his advice while he kept going.
It took him about 15 minutes to work with my upper body before he walked to work with my legs. He started from my left leg. To get some space to work with, he had to spread my legs a bit. When he reached my calf, I winced. I had not noticed how tense my legs were. But due to Jerome's expert touch, I did not need to worry about that for much longer. A few minutes later I was already anticipating the warm oil and a slightly harder touch of his. "Wonderful...", I thought in silence.
After he had massaged both my legs, I felt the familiar weights being placed on my ankles. I had never understood the massage stones or the use of weights, until now. The sensation of staying still and just focusing on relaxation is amazing. My stress and anxiety were simply disappearing under the careful management of Jerome.
I felt Jerome rearranging the towels again. He was now ready to start working with my thighs and my butt. He grabbed my right thigh with both of his hands and pressed his thumbs against the muscle. Carefully but efficiently he started to look for tense parts. He applied oil to his hands and started to move up and down my thigh. I could have not missed that his left hand visited dangerously close to my vagina. This sent exciting shivers through my body, but he maintained professional distance. Jerome repeated the steps with my other thigh before starting with my gluteus maximus.
My arms and legs had melted under Jerome's expert skills. It was no wonder that he was Professor's personal masseuse. He squeezed some more oil from the bottle on top of my butt cheeks. I felt a little insecure about him touching my ass, but he had gotten me in such a state of relaxation that in the end I did not care. To my slight surprise, Jerome replaced the stones on my back with another towel. And to my way bigger surprise, he climbed on the massage table and sat bluntly on top of me. 'HEY!', I shouted through the face-hole of the table. 'Relax madame!', Jerome said firmly back at me. He was facing the direction of my legs and soon I felt his hands on my ass when he started to spread the oil. "Is he planning to massage me like this?", I thought in silence. I had never experienced a style of massage such as that.
Jerome was quite light so he was able to pull this trick easily. Anyone heavier might've been problematic. And it soon dawned on me, that it was not his first time doing this. When he leaned forward, his hands slid all the way to my calves. He kept going up and down my legs and ass while increasing the pressure little by little. "Oh my god! This feels so good!", I enjoyed it. Like before, his fingers "accidentally" touched the more sensitive places between my legs and I felt a slight jolt. I no longer cared as much.
After 5 to 10 minutes of teasing like this, I was turned on. I hoped that he did not notice the state I was in, but he probably did. I was broadcasting clear signs of arousal even if I did not want to. I was woken from my relaxed state when I heard him saying something like, 'Acte final!'. He pulled himself up for the last time, rolled the towel to cover my legs, and took a good grip on my tight ass. The grip was so intense that I flinched a little. That is when I noticed something odd. I could not move. And right after that, I understood the purpose of the so-called weights on my limbs. They were not only to help me relax, they were to tie me down. Without me even noticing, Jerome had cuffed my hands and legs to the metal links at the sides of the table. And if that was not enough, Jerome was sitting on my back. I tried to struggle, but he just laughed and said, 'Tsk tsk tsk.'. If you can call that "saying".
Words of Professor Yahaira came to my mind, "As you might've guessed already, these tasks are sexual in nature.". "So, this is the first task she will make me endure? Fine!", I told myself. Now that I was entrapped so nicely, it would have been futile to try to fight back. So I stopped my struggling and took a deep breath instead. Whatever Professor and Jerome had planned, I can take it.
Jerome sat for a moment to see if I had stopped moving and then he resumed his session. His hands slid lower from my white and toned globes until they reached my inner thighs. This time, there was no "accidental" touching. The intention was clear. He gently touched my moist labia from both sides of my legs. I let out a pleasurable sigh when he carefully spread open my flower with his thumbs, 'Aaah...'. My arousal was evident and I heard Jerome giving out approving, 'Mmhmm...', when he noticed my wetness. All the teasing he had been doing while he worked with my legs, had really put me on edge. Now even the slightest touch was sending electricity through my veins.
He continued playing with my pussy lips. Using his one hand, he made a circular motion on top of my vagina. He had the most softest touch, but every 5 seconds or so he pressed slightly harder and seesawed his middle finger up and down my nether regions. This motion was driving me nuts. My clitoris had always been very sensitive and that is why I loved to play with it. I fought against the pleasure, but Jerome was making it very difficult. Every time he lightly touched my clit, I moaned louder and I am sure that he noticed it. But he did not react at all. Like a machine, he kept his steady pace for what must've been aons.
After a few minutes, I could no longer contain my moans. 'Aaah, aaah, ooh, AH!', I vocalized my delight. Jerome was playing my body like a violin and I could not prevent the heat from building up from my loins. I thought that I would manage without climaxing, but it seemed that my body was going to betray me before Jerome needed to even do anything special. "Fuck no! How can I orgasm without even wanting it? And this soon?", I asked in my mind while letting out lewd noises. When the pressure was becoming too much to handle, I let out a scream, 'NO! AAAAH! NO! NO! NO!'. I was right on the edge of the climax when I felt Jerome removing his hand from the top of my pussy and slapping my butt hard! 'Tsk tsk tsk. Non madame.', Jerome said and slapped me with his other hand as well. 'OUCH!', I yelled when the stinging pain woke me up. 'Bad madame. Non.', Jerome scolded me before starting to massage my butt cheeks and thighs again, clearly avoiding my pussy. "Is he really not allowing me to cum!?!", I thought in my mind.
Ironically, did this not really make me feel better? I knew I said that I did not want to orgasm, but it was a completely different thing to fight the sensation off on my own than having Jerome slapping it away. He now knew that he could make me cum at any point. Maybe he knew that from the beginning... Either way, the ball was in his court.
Jerome waited patiently until my body calmed down. While I was recovering, I barely even noticed him fondling my smooth legs. But right after I had gotten my breathing in order, he returned to his scene of crime. I might've settled down, but my snatch was still very wet. Jerome effortlessly pushed a finger inside my warm love canal and began to move it inside of me. I gasped from the surprise, but I was able to keep my voice down. "Here we go again Isabella.', I told to myself when I understood that the 2nd round was about to start.
I felt Jerome adding another finger inside of me. It was a somewhat tighter fit, but due to the lubrication, it slid in smoothly. It was hard for me to accept, but my body enjoyed the penetration caused by having Jerome's middle and index fingers inside of me. He pushed his palm against my ass for better balance and started to move his fingers inside of me. 'Aaaaah...', I sighed when my arousal was warming up again. His fingers began to move in and out from my tight passageway. Whenever he achieved the knuckle depth, he applied a little more pressure before pulling out again. I knew that it would not take long before this odd man was making me moan like a dirty hoe again.
"Oh fuck me...", I thought after I noticed how wet had he made me again. I could hear my cunt squelching when the moistness made room for the two digits exploring my insides. Jerome had picked up the pace and he was now finger blasting me into oblivion. 'Aaah! Uuuh! Aaah! Uuuuh! FUC-K!', I groaned without any chance for rest. Unnoticed by myself, my loins were fucking back against his hand while my vaginal muscles tightened around the fingers and tried to suck them deeper inside. I wanted to cum so badly that I had also forgotten my initial reluctance. I was only seeking a release. 'Yes! Yes! That's it! I'm... I'm...', I whimpered until Jerome slapped me hard again. 'Non orgasmer peu madame.', he said mischievously before slapping my ass again.
'OH C'MON!', I complained when I was denied again. I threw a short tantrum and fought against the cuffs, but the chains held strong. If someone had told me this morning that I was going to be begging for an orgasm from a man I did not know in Professor Yahaira's home, I would have laughed at you. But as it stood right now, I was very close to crossing that threshold. Jerome pulled his fingers out from my greedy pussy and wiped them on my ass cheeks. Jerome was extremely giddy and full of himself after seeing my desperate reaction to his teasing. 'Non non non...', he kept saying while my body was unbeknownst trying to still hump back. "Two more seconds and I would have blown up. Why did he stop?", I asked knowing perfectly well the answer to that. He was toying with me.
Jerome returned to massage my butt while waiting for my previous arousal to cool down. He used his palms to ensure that there was enough pressure to properly rub down my well-developed ass. It would have been fantastic if I had not been so sexually frustrated as I currently am. I did not want to admit it, but every part of me wanted him to continue. However, I knew that he would not touch me until I had landed down from cloud nine.
It took me longer this time around to steady my breathing. I have no idea how many times he still plans to push me to the edge, and it is slowly driving me mad. If he uncuffed me only for a moment, I could pleasure myself in to sweet sweet release in a matter of seconds. "Yeah... It's not likely that he is going to do that.", I thought while having my bottoms massaged. I felt Jerome applying more oil on top of my ass. The bottle was almost empty based on the sounds it made. His oily hands spread my ass cheeks apart and I felt how the slippery liquid trickled down my crack. It was evident that he was using too much oil, but the warm substance felt surprisingly nice. Without any prewarning, Jerome placed his lubricated right-hand thumb on top of my asshole and slipped it in. 'HEEEY!', I yelled when I felt the sudden intrusion. Jerome just laughed that dirty sneaky laugh of his and kept moving his finger inside my ass.
I was not even mentally prepared for having my butthole violated. I had never even tried anal sex, and the whole insertion had happened so quickly. Not only had Jerome lubed me up extremely well, but in my edged-up state, my body must've become susceptible to such sudden penetration. Now he is finger-banging my tight asshole while I am doing my best to get accustomed to the brand-new sensation. I can feel how my brown star is clenching around the invader and trying to force it out. But he is effortlessly fucking my ass with the strong and nimble thumb of his. "Fucking shithead!", I swore in my mind.
My sensitive nerve endings around my sphincter indicated how Jerome was taking advantage of my ass. He had now spread enough lubrication so that he could easily have his way with me. In and out he went with merciless speed. Even though I had been surprised by him, my first experience with butt stuff did not hurt at all. In fact, in my aroused state, I started to find the situation quite erotic. It was different than having your pussy played, but not bad at all. And like Jerome had read my mind, I felt his other hand on my labia. The familiar two fingers entered my still glistening pussy and I gasped from the sensation. Jerome was skillfully playing with both of my holes and I could only admire his motor control. Both of his hands were doing completely different kinds of movement and he was able to manage it with ease.
He moved his hand from inside of my pussy, to directly playing with my clitoris. Previously he had only touched it by accident, and even that had made me whimper like a bitch. Now he was making an effort to play with my most sensitive organ. His thumb in my ass and his other hand pleasuring my clit, I started to moan, 'AAAAH! AAAAH! OOOOH! HELP M... ME!'. Something huge was building up from inside of me. Jerome moved his fingers faster and faster based on how loud I howled. "This is it!! He is going to make me cum!", I thought in panic. I was expecting him to slap me at any point, but he did not. When the moment of no return close nearer, I was getting more and more concerned. I had never been this turned on before and I did not know what to expect. It was a silly thing to be scared of, but that was the last clear thought that I remembered before my eyes rolled back inside of my head and I climaxed like never before.
My body was trashing against the cuffs. I could not contain convulsions caused by the strongest orgasm that I had ever experienced. My body tried to find a way to escape the pleasure, but such luxury was out of my reach. My screams must've indicated to Jerome that I had cummed, but he did not remove his hands from my erogenous zones. He made sure that those orgasmic waves would torture me as long as possible. 'NOOOOOOO! AAAAAAAAH! I'M CUMMING!!!!!', I howled while nearing insanity. The climax made me wet the table. I had never before squirted, but I sensed how my pussy ejaculated girl cum with ridiculous pressure. My body forgot how to breathe and my face was turning red. My vision was becoming blurry when I was struggling to stay conscious. When I felt one final blissful wave launching from my tortured clitoris, I lost the struggle. A long sigh escaped my lips when sweet darkness took me in.
I woke up shortly after in the puddle of my own drool. I saw Jerome washing his hands in front of me. I felt very weak and tremors still shook my body. I tried to speak, but only nonsense came out of my mouth, 'Ngh ugh naaha...'. Jerome turned around and laughed silently. He simply said, 'Fantastique!' before he started to release me from the cuffs. When he was done uncuffing me, he exited from the room and that was the last I saw him for quite some time.
I was quite literally messed up. I looked like I had been fucked by the whole football team and my thighs were covered by pussy juices. I did not know what the time was, but I knew that I wanted to go home. I was a little ashamed of myself and I simply had to clear my mind. I took the bathrobe and directed my tired body to the room where I had been talking with Professor Yahaira. I found my clothes folded on the table with the rest of my belongings, just like she had promised. I dressed up quickly and only moments later Adam came in. 'I trust that Miss is ready to leave now. I hope you had a wonderful time.', he said while having a shameless grin on his face. I felt my face becoming red again, but I could not come up with any clever comeback so I simply whispered, 'Yes...'. Adam did not tease me further. He turned around and walked me out. 'Have a good night Miss Thompson. I am sure we will meet again.', he said clearly knowing about the deal I had made. 'Thank you, Mister Grayson. Yes, we will see again.', I replied slightly clearer this time. 'Thank you for remembering my name. People tend to forget their manners after meeting with Jerome. Tsk. Anyway, miss, I suggest to look at the message from your phone. Good night .iss.', Adam said and closed the door.
As suggested, I reached for my phone and a message came from the sender named "Prof". The message had no texts, but 4 pictures of me being naked on the massage table. I blushed when I realized that she had seen me with Jerome. I felt slightly angry about the violation of my rights before I realized that I had signed up for this. I received another message, "Thank you for the lovely show. Let's talk on Monday. Have a fun weekend.".