She was n't really certain about this completely massage thing ... After all the view of someone 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 boldness 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 frumpy receptionist at the front desk.

'' Hmmmm .... not a good omen '' she muttered under her breathing time. She provided the gift certificate that her champion had given her when prompted and was informed that the masseuse was still with his last client and would be out in a few minutes.

She idled away the clock time nervously paging through an outdated magazine while she waited for her masseuse to finish with his last client. Finely a sweaty looking char appeared from down the hall and headed out the front door, swiftly followed by what she assumed was some kind of Hellenic god, a statue of a man chiseled out of the in high spirits character Harlan Fisk Stone by a professional artisan. She was so catch with him that she almost missed him calling her figure a second meter. She blushed and quickly stood up to escape from his hired man in greeting. He indicated that she should travel along him down the manor hall and she did so.

The massage elbow room was humble but intimate, downhearted walls and some accoutrement made the infinite feel 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 scanty, firmly leaving them on, which earned her a raised eyebrow but no comment. At his bidding she lay down on the massage mesa, lying nerve down. He started at her base, gently caressing her sura and massaging her skin with some sort of mineral oil that left her skin feeling sleek and tranquil. She closed her middle as he worked and lost track of time, enveloped by the settle down room and the feeling of his house, sinewy handwriting caressing her body.

She was a little shocked when he started to massage her ass, cupping and kneading her brass gently but firmly. She still had some reportage, since she was still wearing her skimpy black scanty, and she supposed that this is what her friend had paid for after all, but she was starting to get aroused by the overly familiar contact. His hands slipped down lower, kneading her upper thighs and treading dangerously close to her cunt. She could feel herself starting to get wet and secretly urged his handwriting to cut through the miniscule distance and gaffe inside her. She was surprised at the turn that her idea had taken, she knew it had been awhile since she had been laid but that did n't really account for how ruttish she was. She was still musing to herself when she felt the tip of his finger caress the tabu 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 little, giving him better access. She silently cursed herself, sure enough that she had just imagined his fingerbreadth, and that she would look like an idiot spreading her legs for him like a horny schoolgirl with a crush. She felt him silently slip aside the unconvincing while of cotton that shielded her crotch from him, exposing the backtalk of her pussy to his regard. She bit her lip and shuddered with barely controlled desire as he slipped a finger inside of her, the moisture from her stimulation providing plentiful lubrication for the intruding digit.

With the expert science that you would expect from someone who touched people professionally the slender finger's breadth isolated her g-spot and quickly brought her to a dumb climax. She knew without having to be told that if she were to arrive at any noise that could be heard in the waiting room all liaison would stop. She bit her lip as he manipulated her pussy to bring her to a speedy second flood tide. None of the fumbling boys that she had been with sexually before this import held a wax light to this man she had just met. Her hips bucked involuntarily as he slipped a irregular finger into her slick hole. She bit her lip savagely to prevent a cry from betraying the illicit link that was occurring between them.

She felt his deal graze her back and realized that with deft fingerbreadth he had undone her bra strap ( something her last boyfriend had struggled mightily to do every time they fucked ). She obligingly freed herself from the garment before raising her hips to invite him to absolve her of her other one. She quickly shed the cotton scanty and watched as they fell to the base beside the rest period of her habiliment. She realized with a sudden second of uncloudedness that she was now completely exposed in front of a stranger for the first clock time in her life, not counting her doctor, since she had always insisted on wearing a bra or pantie or something when she had fooled around with her ex 's. But this alien had stripped her of her article of clothing with the same sum of attainment that he had used to bring her to orgasm so swiftly. She bit her lip nervously when she heard the sound of a zipper being loosen and realized that he was likely going to take advantage of her willingly shedding her garments.

She bit her lip again as she felt the pressure level from the tip of his turncock jam against the mouth of her snatch. His hammer was so much larger than the other men she had been with and she grimaced from the motley of pleasure and botheration as the monolithic phallus stretched her pussy. She was fortunate that he had been so thorough in his conquest as her puss was well lubricated, which helped his tool slide inside of her. She felt his glob slap against her pussy as his thrust hit home. She moaned quietly as her started his assault on her pussy. He pulled her to the edge of the mesa, helping him to get a upright placement so that he could have the purchase to fuck her. Her soundbox was guileful with the oils that he had used earlier in the massage and she slid easily across the small table. He fucked her with the constituency of a metronome, slamming into her cunt in perfect sentence. One of his hand slid over her oiled body up to cup her bosom, mauling the slippery flesh while continuing to keep time. She covered her mouth to counter a moan at the sum sensation. She had always loved having her breasts played with, and if she were being fair with herself, she had a hard sentence cumming without some sort of breast stimulus. He had a difficult clip keeping a appreciation on her breasts as they fought to escape his grasp, slick with the mineral oil that coated a middling portion of her body.

She moaned in disappointment as he pulled his dick from her, but obediently rolled over onto her position at his urging. With little break he slipped his pecker back inside of her. With her legs closed his cock had a more difficult time penetrating her and she thought she could feel every vein in his member as he forced it back into place. He gripped her around the hips and pulled her body against his with the same rhythm he had used before, causing her breasts to spring and slap against each other with the force out of his thrusts. She felt her climax building inside of her, the added wiz from closing her peg bringing her to culminate again. She forgot what she was doing and moaned loudly, only to have her phone sharply cut off as his paw clamped over her mouth. When he saw that she was again dumb he held one finger up to his lips in a conspiratorial fashion and she smiled. He lifted one of her ramification, wrapping his arms around it and using the leverage to continue to pull her body against his. One of his hands dipped down between her legs, slipping between the lips of her snatch and finding her button. His cock continued to slide in and out of her while his digit stimulated her button. After scarcely a moment she could consider the added stimulation no Thomas More, her pelvis bucked and she shook as a the most muscular orgasm she had ever had rocked through her body. She somehow managed to keep her voice down, though if you had asked her after how she did it she never would take been able to tell you ... She collapsed, spent on the massage table, she had never felt so completely and utterly satisfied as she did in that moment. Her body shivered a few time as the aftershocks of her orgasm rocked through her consistency. She had expected him to cum, either in her or on her, at this spot she did n't really handle, 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 constituent of her was disappointed. She would deliver loved a nice mouthful 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 .