"Mmm, Stiles, this is soo good!" Melissa moans as she wolfs down half of the bowl within a minute.
"The massage or the food?" I ask the beautiful woman playfully.
"B-ohh-both." Melissa moans intensely as I mentally turn her dial that for some reason was set two notches into pain territory, to two notches into above normal while channeling my desire to heal her worn out and fatigued muscles.
"Oh-oh yeah right there Stiles, get that knot out of my, neck-mmm, please, ohh yes, you're so good Stiles you should become a-haa-masseuse." Melissa does her best to hide her moans but the slip out with every other word.
"Isn't masseuse just a fancy French word for a female prostitute? And besides I'd be a masseur."
"Not that I'd mind the sex part of being a prostitute, I could use the money too." I continue absentmindedly.
"Stiles!" Melissa raises her voice sounding both shocked and exasperated at my carefree willingness to be a male prostitute.
"What? I'm only joking…" I reply to Melissa while thinking, 'Mostly…'
Turning Melissa's dial all the way to moderate as I start applying more pressure with my hands to the knots in Melissa's neck, the woman's reaction is intense.
"Ohh Fuck!" Melissa shouts as she spasms in her seat, and drops her spoon that falls to the floor, looking down I see a rapidly expanding wet spot in Melissa's scrubs.
'Wow, did I just make Melissa experience a squirting orgasm…by turning up her dial like that?' I wonder as the woman trembles and squirms in her seat while keeping her eyes clenched shut and keeping her head leaning back mouth opened slight, her expression is a mix of extreme pleasure and confusion.
'Erica's response wasn't this intense…is it because Melissa is stressed and sexually repressed?' I wonder as Melissa starts to fall asleep in her chair.
A soft chuckle leaves me as I pick the woman up out of her chair and she clings to me like a little girl, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my middle.
"Let's get you to bed." Murmur and Melissa's response is so soft that I can't register it.
Carrying Melissa upstairs taking the liberty of kneading her firm buns as I do so which has the effect of making the lightly snoozing woman release hot breaths against my shoulder.
'I could probably do whatever I wanted with her like this…' An errant thought runs through my mind, just as I reach the landing of the second floor, walking to Melissa's bedroom, the door is left open, walking inside I gently close the door using my foot and shoulder.
Walking over the neatly made bed, I set Melissa down while also kneeling down to remove her work shoes, and slide her socks off after taking the worn out shoes off of her feet.
'She definitely needs new shoes with support, with her working on her feet like she does.' I think as I slide my hands up Melissa's legs over her scrubs.
'Fuck her legs are so toned, yet her thighs are so soft.' I express internally, while hooking my fingers in her waistband of both her scrubs and wert panties and pull them down, I find it hard not to look at Melissa's pussy she has a thick bush of black curls, and her lips are surprisingly tight lipped for a milf in her mid thirties.
It's hard to resist the urge to take advantage of Melissa especially with the thick sticky frothy substance, soaking her petals, painting them white.
Taking her pants and panties fully off I move to her top and lift it up over her head as she tilts forward, and then I unhook and slowly slide her bra off, exposing her firm but smaller than Erica's breasts, with hard nipples begging for my attention, shaking off my urges I push/lower Melissa onto her bed, before standing up and walking into her attached bathroom, grabbing a clean wash cloth from the closet inside the bathroom I move to the sink, turn on the hot water, the water is so hot it produces steam, wetting the wash cloth and ringing out the excess water.
Before returning to Melissa, I begin wiping down her thighs and petals enjoying the way she moans and wiggles in her sleep.
"Goddamnit Melissa you're making it so hard not to be a scumbag right now." I groan as I pick up her scrubs and underwear, and carry them into the bathroom depositing them and the dirty wash cloth into her clothing basket.
Exiting the bathroom I move to her wardrobe, opening the draws until I find what I need I pull out a pair of tan colored panties and a slightly oversized T-shirt.
Sliding the panties on, is easy but getting the shirt on is a lot more difficult than stripping Melissa down was, escpecially now that she's somewhat lucid and her hands are rubbing over my erection, her sleepy, delirious completely unintelligible murmurs…but her intentions are clear enough…she wants dick, and I struggle not to give her all that she can take and more.
'Have to work slowly…if Melissa wakes up while getting fucked, or wakes up tasting and or pussy filled with cum after getting a massage from me it won't end well, unless I make her addicted to me and the pleasure I can bring her.' I think and turn Melissa's dial down to normal.
While picking her up and pulling the comforter enough so that I can lay her down underneath it, as I begin to tuck Melissa in her eyes crack open, "I love you, Stiles." Melissa sleepily murmurs and rolls over onto her side and starts snoozing again, I'm left dumbfounded… 'Was she fully awake that entire time, and just fucking with me?' I wonder as I turn around and walk to Melissa's bedroom door and command my clone to open the doorway back to the loft, he does so and switches places with me, he goes and crashes on the couch in the living room and I walk upstairs to the massive bed of the loft and collapse onto it and immediately fall asleep.
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"Uhh." I groan in complaint as an alarm goes off in my pocket, struggling to pull my phone out of my pants, I look at the time through sleep blurred eyes and find that it's only six the morning.
'Fuck you Stiles!' I curse in my mind and get out of bed as I know I won't be able to fall back to sleep, pulling my shirt off and kicking off my sweats I pause, raise my arms, smell my armpits, 'Still smell like deodorant, could just get away with applying a fresh coat…' I think and then do exactly that, and then walk down into the living room flop on the couch, turn on the TV go to the Disney Plus app, navigate to Gargoyles and put hit play on episode one.
"Top ten of all cartoons ever made." I mutter and chill on the couch until a second alarm goes off in my head, 'Time to take Scott and Erica to school.' I think and my clone and I switch places through the downstairs bathroom at the McCall's.
Scott and I leave his house, Scott came in through his bedroom window half an hour ago, trembling, afraid…and soaking wet from falling into a pool.
I did laugh before giving him a brotherly hug and telling him we'll figure it out together, much to Scott's relief.
As Scott is about to sit shotgun, "Get in the back I'm picking up Erica and giving her a ride to school."
"Can't I ride in the front until we get to her house?" Scott asks in a whiny voice that annoys the piss out of me.
"Fine, but climb in the back before we get there." I allow while turning on the radio to a rock station, and enjoying the way Scott slams his hands over his ears at the opening cord of a song, "Are you okay Scott?" I ask him while doing my level best to sound as innocent as possible.
"It was really loud." Scott whimpers patheticaly, 'It really wasn't though dog boy.' I think and roll my shoulders as I put the Jeep in drive.
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Pulling up in front of Erica's house I honk, the horn three times, and Erica opens the door, 'Holy Shit!' I curse in my mind, "Holy shit!" Scott mutters from the backseat, as Erica is in a red and black checkered skirt that barely brushes just above her knees, a brasier type red top and a thin black leather jacket on her shoulder and red and black checkered socks with red checkered shoes, her hair done up all sexily like she visited a professional hair stylist, her face absolutely glowing with energy as she smiles at me.
'I think I'm in love.' I mutter in my mind as my heart skips skips a beat or three.
"That can't be Erica Reyes!" Scott murmurs in shock just as Erica reaches the door, opens it and hops in and immediately leans over and brushes her lips against mine, "Morning." Erica's breathy greeting leaves me so hopelessly lost, to the point Scott has to flick my ear to snap me out of staring into Erica's eyes.
"Morning, you look stunning." I greet and compliment Erica honestly making the girl's smile grow even brighter, "I know, I stunned you into silence, and caused your mouth to hang open." Erica giggles while playfully ribbing me.
Smirking I grab Erica by the back of her head my fingers digging into her silky tresses, and I pull her into a deep kiss, and push my tongue into her mouth, Erica is uncertain at first but quickly starts coiling her tongue with mine and moaning into my mouth.
I break the kiss, and smile at Erica's flushed face and heaving chest as she struggles to breath, "Looks like your not the only one who can stun someone to silence?" I tease and arch an eyebrow at Erica in challenge.
Erica huffs, and pouts before smiling at me, "I guess you can." Erica murmurs with a shy smile on her face as she seems to just realize that Scott is in the back seat staring between us in dumfounded silence with his mouth hanging open.
I look at Scott, "It was a really good study session." I say while nodding and finish with a wink shot in Erica's direction.
Erica huffs, "Jerk." But I can tell she's feeling extremely pleased with herself and has gotten a confidence boost from this little interaction.
I start to drive away but look to Erica's front door, because I can feel someone's gaze burning into me, a gorgeous blonde in a partially open shiny red robe that only reaches the woman's mid thigh, blonde hair back in a ponytail, small lenses glasses, 'Holy Shit, Erica's mom is Cory Chase!' I look at Erica and I just can't see it… 'Maybe Erica is adopted…'
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I was thinking of making Erica mom a nymph not just a nymphomaniac but an actual mythological nymph, any thoughts?