Chapter 17: The Massage Trap
Ethan had been working at the Harrington estate for exactly one week.
He continued his careful, slow seduction of Victoria Harrington. Subtle compliments when no cameras were watching, lingering touches on her lower back or waist when helping her in and out of the car, and heated eye contact that made her thighs squeeze together. He never crossed the line. He made her chase.
Carla, the horny Latina maid, had become his secret stress-reliever. Every time he had a free moment in the garage, pantry, or her small quarters, she would drop to her knees or bend over instantly, begging him to use her tight pussy or fat ass. She was already at 94% loyalty and happily helped him gather information about the household.
Today, however, things were about to accelerate.
It was a quiet Thursday afternoon. Mr. Reginald Harrington was away on a three-day business trip. The step-daughters Elena and Isabella were out shopping, and the drug-addicted step-son Marcus was locked in his room as usual.
Ethan was polishing the Rolls-Royce in the garage when his phone buzzed.
Victoria: Ethan, I'm feeling very tense after my workout. Could you come to my private suite on the second floor and give me a massage? My usual masseuse is unavailable. I'll make it worth your while.
Ethan smirked. He knew exactly what this meant. A "massage" from a bored, sexually frustrated 30-year-old trophy wife who looked like she was in her early 20s was never just a massage.
He replied professionally:
Ethan: Of course, Mrs. Harrington. I'll be there in five minutes.
He changed into a clean black shirt and pants that showed off his toned body, then headed upstairs.
The private suite was enormous — a luxurious bedroom with floor-to-ceiling windows, a massive king bed, and a private massage table already set up in the middle of the room with soft lighting and scented oils.
Victoria was waiting for him.
She had changed into a tiny white silk robe that barely reached mid-thigh. The robe was loosely tied, revealing deep cleavage from her massive E-cup breasts. Her long black hair was down, and she had applied light makeup that made her look even younger and more fuckable.
"Thank you for coming so quickly, Ethan," she said, her voice already husky. "I'm so stiff today. My shoulders, back… and especially my lower body."
She let the robe slip slightly off one shoulder, showing smooth, flawless skin.
Ethan kept his expression calm and professional.
"Of course, Mrs. Harrington. Where would you like me to start?"
Victoria bit her lower lip and untied the robe completely, letting it fall to the floor.
She was completely naked underneath.
Her body was a masterpiece — huge, perky E-cup tits with puffy pink nipples, a tiny waist, wide breeding hips, and a perfectly round, juicy ass. Her pussy was shaved smooth and already glistening with arousal.
"On the table, face down first," she said, climbing onto the massage table and lying on her stomach, her fat ass slightly raised.
Ethan poured warm oil onto his hands and began.
He started professionally — shoulders, upper back, working the knots with strong, skilled hands. But he infused every touch with the System's Arousal Touch.
His palms glided down her spine, thumbs pressing into her lower back, then slowly moved to the sides of her ribs, brushing the outer curve of her heavy breasts. He worked her hips, kneading the soft flesh just above her ass, then moved down to her thick thighs, spreading them slightly as he massaged the inner muscles.
Victoria started moaning softly within minutes.
"Mmm… your hands are incredible, Ethan," she breathed, voice trembling. "So strong… so warm…"
He continued lower, massaging her calves, then back up to her thick, juicy ass. He kneaded her ass cheeks firmly, spreading them slightly, letting his thumbs brush dangerously close to her dripping pussy and tight asshole, but never actually touching her most private areas.
Victoria's breathing grew heavier. Her hips started rocking subtly against the table, trying to get more friction.
"Lower…" she whispered. "Please… my glutes are so tight."
Ethan obeyed, pouring more oil and working her perfect ass with deep, sensual strokes. His fingers slid between her cheeks, grazing the outer lips of her soaked pussy for just a fraction of a second before moving away.
Victoria let out a needy whimper.
He flipped her over onto her back.
Now her massive E-cup tits were fully on display, nipples rock-hard and begging for attention. Her pussy was visibly dripping onto the massage table.
Ethan started on her shoulders again, then moved down to her collarbones, and finally to the sides of her breasts. He massaged the soft, heavy flesh thoroughly, his thumbs circling closer and closer to her sensitive nipples, but never quite touching them.
Victoria was squirming now, legs parting wider on their own.
"Ethan…" she moaned, voice desperate. "You're driving me crazy…"
He kept his voice calm. "Just trying to relieve all your tension, Mrs. Harrington."
His hands moved to her flat stomach, then down to her hips and thighs again. He spread her legs wider and massaged her inner thighs, his fingers coming within inches of her swollen, dripping clit, but stopping just short every single time.
Victoria's hips bucked involuntarily. She was panting hard, eyes half-lidded with pure lust.
"Touch me…" she finally whispered, breaking first. "Please… I can't take it anymore."
Ethan looked into her eyes innocently. "Touch you where, Mrs. Harrington? I'm just giving you the massage you asked for."
Victoria's face was flushed deep red. Her massive tits heaved with every breath. Her pussy was visibly clenching, leaking a steady stream of arousal down her ass crack.
She grabbed his wrist with a trembling hand and dragged it directly between her legs, pressing his fingers against her soaked, burning cunt.
"Here," she gasped, voice breaking. "Touch me here… finger me… please, Ethan. I'm so fucking wet for you. My husband hasn't touched me properly in months. I need it."
Ethan finally smiled, sliding two thick fingers deep into her tight, dripping pussy while his thumb circled her swollen clit.
Victoria arched her back and cried out in pleasure.
"Oh my god… yes! Your fingers are so much thicker than his…"
He fingered her slowly at first, then faster, curling them against her G-spot while his other hand finally grabbed one of her massive E-cup tits and squeezed hard, pinching the nipple.
Victoria came hard within two minutes, squirting all over his hand and the massage table.
[Ding! Target orgasmed. +$5,000]
She was shaking, eyes rolled back, but she didn't stop.
"More…" she begged, grabbing his belt. "I need your cock. Please, Ethan. I've been fantasizing about you since the first day. Fuck me. Ruin me on this table."
Ethan pulled his fingers out and let her see how soaked they were.
He unzipped his pants, letting his thick 9-inch cock spring free.
Victoria's eyes widened with pure cock-drunk hunger.
"It's even bigger than I imagined…" she moaned.
She made the first real move — leaning forward and taking his cock into her mouth, sucking desperately while moaning like a whore.
Ethan grabbed her ponytail and started fucking her throat while she fingered herself.
The slow seduction had worked perfectly.
The frustrated billionaire trophy wife had finally broken and begged for it herself.
And this was only the beginning.