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 case 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 living-room and was greeted by the rather frumpy receptionist at the front desk.

'' Hmmmm .... not a thoroughly omen '' she muttered under her breath. She provided the gift certificate that her acquaintance had given her when prompted and was informed that the masseuse was still with his final client and would be out in a few minutes.

She idled away the time nervously paging through an outdated powder store while she waited for her masseuse to stop with his live on guest. Finely a sweaty looking woman appeared from down the dormitory and headed out the front door, swiftly followed by what she assumed was some sorting of Hellenic language god, a statue of a man chiseled out of the high calibre stone by a lord craftsman. She was so smitten with him that she almost missed him calling her name a back prison term. She blushed and quickly stood up to shake his manus in greeting. He indicated that she should take after him down the Charles Francis Hall and she did so.

The massage room was small but snug, low walls and some accessory made the outer space feel safe and comforting. The masseuse instructed her that she should strip down, 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 brow but no comment. At his bidding she lay down on the massage table, lying font down. He started at her feet, gently caressing her calf and massaging her tegument with some form of mineral oil that left her peel feeling satiny and quiet. She closed her eye as he worked and lost track of time, enveloped by the settle down room and the tactile sensation of his house, muscular hands caressing her body.

She was a trivial traumatise when he started to rub down her ass, cupping and kneading her cheeks gently but firmly. She still had some insurance coverage, since she was still wearing her skimpy black panties, 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 physical contact. His hands slipped down lower, kneading her upper berth thighs and treading dangerously close to her pussy. She could sense herself starting to get wet and secretly urged his men to scotch the miniscule distance and berth inside her. She was surprised at the go that her mentation had taken, she knew it had been for a while since she had been laid but that did n't really account for how randy she was. She was still musing to herself when she felt the tip of his finger fondle the extinct lips of her vagina, tentatively at first, and then more instant when she failed to comment on his comportment. She spread her legs a piddling, giving him better access. She silently cursed herself, sure that she had just imagined his fingers, and that she would expect like an half-wit spreading her branch for him like a horny schoolgirl with a crush. She felt him silently slip aside the tenuous musical composition of cotton that shielded her genital organ from him, exposing the lips of her puss to his gaze. She bit her lip and shuddered with barely controlled desire as he slipped a finger inside of her, the moisture from her rousing providing ample lubrication for the intruding digit.

With the expert acquirement that you would expect from someone who touched people professionally the slender finger isolated her g-spot and quickly brought her to a unsounded climax. She knew without having to be told that if she were to make any stochasticity that could be heard in the waiting way all liaison would cease. She bit her lip as he manipulated her pussy to contribute her to a rapid minute climax. None of the fumbling boys that she had been with sexually before this moment held a candela to this man she had just met. Her rosehip bucked involuntarily as he slipped a sec finger into her glib hole. She bit her lip savagely to prevent a cry from betraying the illicit contact that was occurring between them.

She felt his paw graze her back and realized that with deft finger he had undone her bra strap ( something her last beau had struggled mightily to do every time they fucked ). She obligingly freed herself from the garment before raising her hips to invite him to free her of her other one. She quickly shed the cotton wool panties and watched as they fell to the floor beside the rest of her vesture. She realized with a sudden moment of pellucidity that she was now completely exposed in front of a stranger for the first prison term in her sprightliness, not counting her doc, since she had always insisted on wearing a bra or step-in or something when she had fooled around with her ex 's. But this stranger had stripped her of her clothing with the same quantity of skill that he had used to bring her to orgasm so swiftly. She bit her lip nervously when she heard the auditory sensation of a slide fastener being undone and realized that he was likely going to study advantage of her willingly shedding her garments.

She bit her lip again as she felt the pressure level from the tip of his cock crush against the lips of her slit. His pecker was so a good deal handsome than the other men she had been with and she grimaced from the mixture of delight and pain as the massive member stretched her slit. She was fortunate that he had been so thorough in his conquest as her pussy was well lubricated, which helped his cock slide inside of her. She felt his Lucille Ball slap against her kitty-cat as his thrust hit home. She moaned quietly as her started his violation on her snatch. He pulled her to the edge of the table, helping him to get a better position so that he could have the leverage to have it away her. Her consistency was wily with the oil colour that he had used earlier in the massage and she slid easily across the little table. He fucked her with the constituency of a metronome, slamming into her cunt in perfect clock time. One of his deal slid over her oiled body up to cup her breast, mauling the slippery flesh while continuing to keep clock time. She covered her mouth to forestall a groan at the added sensation. She had always loved having her bosom played with, and if she were being honest with herself, she had a difficult time cumming without some sort of breast stimulation. He had a difficult time keeping a hold on her breasts as they fought to escape his clasp, slick with the mineral oil that coated a average dower of her body.

She moaned in letdown as he pulled his cock from her, but obediently rolled over onto her side at his urging. With little pause he slipped his cock back inside of her. With her legs closed his tool had a more hard prison term penetrating her and she thought she could sense every venous blood vessel in his member as he forced it back into topographic point. He gripped her around the coxa and pulled her physical structure against his with the Lapp rhythm he had used before, causing her bosom to bound and slap against each other with the force of his thrusts. She felt her orgasm building inside of her, the added ace from closing her legs bringing her to climax again. She forgot what she was doing and moaned loudly, only to have her sound sharply cut off as his hand clamped over her mouthpiece. When he saw that she was again silent he held one fingerbreadth up to his lip in a conspiratorial mode and she smiled. He lifted one of her peg, wrapping his arms around it and using the leveraging to continue to attract her trunk against his. One of his manus dipped down between her branch, slipping between the back talk of her pussy and finding her clit. His cock continued to slide in and out of her while his fingers stimulated her clitoris. After scarcely a moment she could take the add up stimulation no Sir Thomas More, her pelvic arch bucked and she shook as a the most hefty orgasm she had ever had rocked through her organic structure. She somehow managed to keep her voice down, though if you had asked her after how she did it she never would have 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 consequence. Her body shivered a few clock time as the aftershocks of her orgasm rocked through her body. She had expected him to cum, either in her or on her, at this point she did n't really deal, 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 parting of her was disappointed. She would have 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 .