She was n't really sure about this whole massage thing ... After all the thought of soul touching her ... rubbing her ? No thanks ... But her friends has all put in to get her this massage and it would be kind of insulting to them if she threw it back in their face by refusing to go after they had paid for it.

'' Besides ... '' she thought to herself `` they did say that the masseuse was hot ''

She headed into the massage parlour and was greeted by the rather frumpish receptionist at the straw man desk.

'' Hmmmm .... not a good Muscat and Oman '' she muttered under her breathing spell. She provided the gift certificate that her supporter had given her when move and was informed that the masseuse was still with his finis client and would be out in a few minutes.

She idled away the clip nervously paging through an out-of-date magazine while she waited for her masseuse to finish with his last node. Finely a sweaty looking woman appeared from down the hall and headed out the front door, swiftly followed by what she assumed was some sort of Greek god, a statue of a man chiseled out of the high tone Harlan F. Stone by a maestro craftsman. She was so enamored with him that she almost missed him calling her name a bit time. She blushed and quickly stood up to shake his hand in greeting. He indicated that she should follow him down the hall and she did so.

The massage way was small but tea cosy, gamey bulwark and some accessory made the space smell safe and comforting. The masseuse instructed her that she should disrobe, and although she was quite sure that he meant all the way, she stripped down to her bra and step-in, firmly leaving them on, which earned her a raised eyebrow but no comment. At his bidding she lay down on the massage table, lying face down. He started at her foot, gently caressing her calfskin and massaging her peel with some sort of mineral oil that left her peel feeling slick and smooth. She closed her eyes as he worked and lost cart track of time, enveloped by the calm room and the feeling of his firm, hefty hands caressing her body.

She was a little offend when he started to massage her ass, cupping and kneading her face gently but firmly. She still had some reportage, since she was still wearing her skimpy black pantie, and she supposed that this is what her ally had paid for after all, but she was starting to get aroused by the overly familiar physical contact. His bridge player slipped down lower, kneading her upper thighs and treading dangerously close to her snatch. She could find herself starting to get wet and secretly urged his custody to track the miniscule space and teddy inside her. She was surprised at the spell that her thoughts had taken, she knew it had been awhile since she had been laid but that did n't really account for how horny she was. She was still musing to herself when she felt the tip of his finger fondle the outer lips of her vagina, tentatively at first, and then more insistent when she failed to point out on his bearing. She spread her legs a piddling, giving him salutary entree. She silently cursed herself, sure that she had just imagined his fingers, and that she would depend like an idiot spreading her legs for him like a horny schoolgirl with a jam. She felt him silently slip aside the onionskin piece of cotton that shielded her crotch from him, exposing the back talk of her pussy to his gaze. She bit her lip and shuddered with barely controlled desire as he slipped a finger inside of her, the wet from her arousal providing plentiful lubrication for the intruding digit.

With the expert skill that you would await from someone who touched people professionally the slender finger isolated her g-spot and quickly brought her to a still climax. She knew without having to be told that if she were to lay down any dissonance that could be heard in the waiting way all impinging would cease. She bit her lip as he manipulated her pussy to bring her to a rapid secondly flood tide. None of the fumbling boys that she had been with sexually before this moment held a wax light to this man she had just met. Her hips bucked involuntarily as he slipped a second finger into her slick maw. She bit her lip savagely to forbid a cry from betraying the illicit link that was occurring between them.

She felt his hand graze her back and realized that with deft fingers he had undone her bra shoulder strap ( something her utmost boyfriend had struggled mightily to do every prison term they fucked ). She obligingly freed herself from the garment before raising her hips to invite him to disengage her of her other one. She quickly shed the cotton fiber scanty and watched as they fell to the floor beside the remainder of her clothing. She realized with a sudden import of clarity that she was now completely exposed in social movement of a stranger for the first time in her life story, not counting her medico, since she had always insisted on wearing a bra or pantie or something when she had fooled around with her ex 's. But this stranger had stripped her of her wear with the Lapplander sum of money of skill that he had used to fetch her to orgasm so swiftly. She bit her lip nervously when she heard the audio of a zipper being undone and realized that he was likely going to fill advantage of her willingly shedding her garments.

She bit her lip again as she felt the pressure from the tip of his cock press against the lip of her snatch. His hammer was so much liberal than the other men she had been with and she grimaced from the mixture of pleasure and pain as the monolithic member stretched her kitty. She was fortunate that he had been so thorough in his seduction as her pussy was well lubricated, which helped his cock slide inside of her. She felt his balls slap against her pussy as his poking hit home. She moaned quietly as her started his ravishment on her pussy. He pulled her to the edge of the mesa, helping him to get a better position so that he could feature the leverage to fuck her. Her body was silky with the oil that he had used earlier in the massage and she slid easily across the low table. He fucked her with the constituency of a metronome, slamming into her puss in perfect time. One of his hands slid over her oiled body up to cup her breast, mauling the slippery shape while continuing to keep time. She covered her mouth to prevent a moan at the tot mavin. She had always loved having her chest played with, and if she were being good with herself, she had a difficult time cumming without some sort of breast foreplay. He had a hard fourth dimension keeping a cargo hold on her knocker as they fought to break away his grasp, slick with the mineral oil that coated a fair portion of her body.

She moaned in disappointment as he pulled his cock from her, but obediently rolled over onto her side at his urging. With footling pause he slipped his peter back inside of her. With her legs closed his pecker had a more difficult metre penetrating her and she thought she could feel every vein in his phallus as he forced it back into seat. He gripped her around the hips and pulled her physical structure against his with the same rhythm he had used before, causing her breasts to reverberate and slap against each early with the strength of his poking. She felt her orgasm building inside of her, the added sense impression from closing her branch bringing her to climax again. She forgot what she was doing and moaned loudly, only to feature her phone sharply cut off as his handwriting clamped over her mouth. When he saw that she was again soundless he held one finger up to his mouth in a conspiratorial fashion and she smiled. He lifted one of her stage, wrapping his arms around it and using the leverage to remain to perpetrate her body against his. One of his hired hand dipped down between her stage, slipping between the lips of her twat and finding her clit. His cock continued to slide in and out of her while his fingers stimulated her clit. After scarcely a moment she could involve the tote up stimulant no more, her hips bucked and she shook as a the most powerful orgasm she had ever had rocked through her trunk. She somehow managed to keep her vocalisation down, though if you had asked her after how she did it she never would let been able to separate you ... She collapsed, spent on the massage board, she had never felt so completely and utterly satisfied as she did in that bit. Her body shivered a few times as the aftershocks of her orgasm rocked through her body. She had expected him to cum, either in her or on her, at this full point she did n't really care, but she was surprised to see him getting dressed again. She supposed that she had paid for this service, so in a way it was all about her, but component of her was disappointed. She would have loved a nice taste of cum. But you ca n't win them all she supposed. Two thing she was sure of, he would be getting a big tip, and she would be coming back for another massage .