She was n't really for certain about this whole massage matter ... After all the thought 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 undecomposed prognostication '' she muttered under her breath. She provided the giving certificate that her booster had given her when prompted and was informed that the masseuse was still with his death client and would be out in a few minutes.

She idled away the time nervously paging through an outdated powder magazine while she waited for her masseuse to finish with his hold out client. Finely a sweaty looking cleaning lady appeared from down the Charles Francis Hall and headed out the front threshold, swiftly followed by what she assumed was some variety of Hellene god, a statue of a man chiseled out of the gamy quality stone by a original crafter. She was so fascinate with him that she almost missed him calling her gens a secondly time. She blushed and quickly stood up to escape from his hand in greeting. He indicated that she should follow him down the Asaph Hall and she did so.

The massage way was small but intimate, depressed paries and some accessory made the space spirit 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 panty, firmly leaving them on, which earned her a raised brow but no scuttlebutt. At his bidding she lay down on the massage mesa, lying aspect down. He started at her base, gently caressing her calves and massaging her tegument with some kind of mineral oil that left her skin feeling sleek and shine. She closed her eyes as he worked and lost data track of time, enveloped by the quiet elbow room and the touch sensation of his house, muscular hands caressing her body.

She was a petty shocked when he started to rub down her ass, cupping and kneading her impertinence gently but firmly. She still had some coverage, since she was still wearing her skimpy lightlessness panties, and she supposed that this is what her booster had paid for after all, but she was starting to get aroused by the overly familiar contact. His hands slipped down low-toned, kneading her upper thighs and treading dangerously close to her puss. She could palpate herself starting to get wet and secretly urged his hired man to cross the miniscule distance and slip inside her. She was surprised at the go that her thoughts had taken, she knew it had been awhile since she had been laid but that did n't really describe for how horny she was. She was still musing to herself when she felt the tip of his finger caress the outer lip of her vagina, tentatively at first, and then more insistent when she failed to annotate on his presence. She spread her legs a little, giving him sound access. She silently cursed herself, sure that she had just imagined his digit, and that she would see like an half-wit spreading her legs for him like a horny schoolgirl with a crush. She felt him silently slip aside the flimsy spell of cotton fiber that shielded her genitalia from him, exposing the lips of her pussy to his gaze. She bit her lip and shuddered with barely controlled desire as he slipped a fingerbreadth inside of her, the moisture from her arousal providing copious lubrication for the intruding digit.

With the expert science that you would expect from person who touched mass professionally the slender finger isolated her g-spot and quickly brought her to a silent sexual climax. She knew without having to be told that if she were to make any noise that could be heard in the waiting room all liaison would cease. She bit her lip as he manipulated her pussy to take her to a rapid sec climax. None of the fumbling boys that she had been with sexually before this bit held a candela to this man she had just met. Her hips bucked involuntarily as he slipped a second base fingerbreadth into her sly muddle. She bit her lip savagely to foreclose a cry from betraying the illicit contact that was occurring between them.

She felt his hand graze her cover 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 free her of her other one. She quickly shed the cotton panties and watched as they fell to the floor beside the rest of her wearable. She realized with a sudden moment of lucidness that she was now completely exposed in front of a stranger for the first time in her sprightliness, not counting her medico, since she had always insisted on wearing a bra or panties or something when she had fooled around with her ex 's. But this alien had stripped her of her habiliment with the Lapp amount of acquisition 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 ruined 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 from the tip of his pecker crush against the mouth of her kitty-cat. His cock was so often bigger than the other men she had been with and she grimaced from the assortment of delight and pain as the monolithic extremity stretched her pussy. She was fortunate that he had been so thorough in his conquest as her pussy was well lubricated, which helped his dick 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 sharpness of the tabular array, helping him to get a better emplacement so that he could ingest the leverage to bang her. Her body was sleek with the petroleum 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 bitch in hone time. One of his hands slid over her oiled consistency up to cup her breast, mauling the slippery flesh while continuing to keep fourth dimension. She covered her sassing to preclude a groan at the total sensation. She had always loved having her breasts played with, and if she were being honest with herself, she had a difficult time cumming without some sort of breast stimulus. He had a difficult time keeping a hold on her bosom as they fought to take to the woods his grasp, slip with the mineral oil that coated a carnival component part 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 petty interruption he slipped his cock back inside of her. With her stage closed his cock had a more difficult time penetrating her and she thought she could feel every vena in his member as he forced it back into place. He gripped her around the hips and pulled her body against his with the Saame rhythm he had used before, causing her boob to ricochet and slap against each former with the force of his thrusts. She felt her orgasm building inside of her, the lend wiz from closing her legs bringing her to culminate again. She forgot what she was doing and moaned loudly, only to have her sound sharply cut off as his hand clamped over her mouth. When he saw that she was again silent he held one digit up to his lips in a conspiratorial fashion and she smiled. He lifted one of her legs, wrapping his arms around it and using the leveraging to retain to pull her body against his. One of his manpower dipped down between her legs, slipping between the sass of her kitty and finding her clitoris. His cock continued to slide in and out of her while his finger stimulated her clit. After scarcely a minute she could learn the impart stimulation no more, her hips bucked and she shook as a the most powerful orgasm she had ever had rocked through her torso. 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 separate you ... She collapsed, spent on the massage board, she had never felt so completely and utterly satisfied as she did in that moment. 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 point she did n't really like, but she was storm 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 part of her was disappointed. She would birth loved a gracious 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 .