She was n't really sure about this whole massage thing ... After all the thought of someone touching her ... rubbing her ? No thanks ... But her friend 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 human 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 frumpy receptionist at the social movement desk.

'' Hmmmm .... not a goodness omen '' she muttered under her hint. She provided the talent certificate that her friends had given her when propel and was informed that the masseuse was still with his last client and would be out in a few minutes.

She idled away the time nervously paging through an superannuated magazine while she waited for her masseuse to finish with his last client. Finely a sweaty looking woman appeared from down the hall and headed out the social movement door, swiftly followed by what she assumed was some sort of Greek god, a statue of a man chiseled out of the highest quality gemstone by a master crafter. She was so catch with him that she almost missed him calling her gens a arcsecond time. She blushed and quickly stood up to shake his hired hand in salutation. He indicated that she should succeed him down the hall and she did so.

The massage room was small but cozy, drab walls and some accessory made the distance spirit safe and comforting. The masseuse instructed her that she should disrobe, and although she was quite sure enough that he meant all the way, she stripped down to her bra and panty, firmly leaving them on, which earned her a get up supercilium but no commentary. At his bidding she lay down on the massage mesa, lying face down. He started at her foot, gently caressing her calves and massaging her tegument with some sort of mineral oil that left her cutis feeling sleek and smooth. She closed her oculus as he worked and lost cut of fourth dimension, enveloped by the calm down room and the feeling of his house, muscular hands caressing her body.

She was a little floor when he started to knead her ass, cupping and kneading her impertinence gently but firmly. She still had some reportage, 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 companion contact. His deal slipped down turn down, kneading her upper thighs and treading dangerously close to her pussy. She could feel herself starting to get wet and secretly urged his hand to pass over the miniscule distance and slip inside her. She was surprised at the play that her opinion had taken, she knew it had been awhile since she had been laid but that did n't really account for how corneous she was. She was still musing to herself when she felt the tip of his finger caress the outer backtalk of her vagina, tentatively at world-class, and then more insistent when she failed to comment on his comportment. She spread her legs a little, giving him better access. She silently cursed herself, sure as shooting that she had just imagined his fingers, and that she would wait like an idiot spreading her peg for him like a horny schoolgirl with a crush. She felt him silently slip aside the tenuous piece of cotton that shielded her crotch from him, exposing the lips of her puss to his regard. She bit her lip and shuddered with barely controlled desire as he slipped a fingerbreadth inside of her, the wet from her arousal providing sizeable lubrication for the intruding digit.

With the expert skill that you would look from somebody who touched people professionally the slender fingerbreadth isolated her g-spot and quickly brought her to a silent 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 contact would quit. She bit her lip as he manipulated her pussy to bring her to a rapid endorse climax. None of the fumbling boys that she had been with sexually before this moment held a candle to this man she had just met. Her hips bucked involuntarily as he slipped a second digit into her slip fix. She bit her lip savagely to prevent a cry from betraying the illicit contact that was occurring between them.

She felt his hand graze her cover and realized that with deft digit he had undone her bra strap ( something her final young man had struggled mightily to do every time they fucked ). She obligingly freed herself from the garment before raising her pelvis to ask in him to free her of her early one. She quickly shed the cotton fiber panties and watched as they fell to the floor beside the eternal rest of her clothing. She realized with a sudden moment of clarity that she was now completely exposed in front of a stranger for the low gear metre in her life, not counting her doctor, since she had always insisted on wearing a bra or panties or something when she had fooled around with her ex 's. But this stranger had stripped her of her vesture with the same amount of skill that he had used to bring her to orgasm so swiftly. She bit her lip nervously when she heard the sound of a zip being unmake and realized that he was likely going to necessitate reward of her willingly shedding her garments.

She bit her lip again as she felt the pressure from the tip of his cock closet against the rim of her pussy. His dick was so much bigger than the early men she had been with and she grimaced from the concoction of pleasure and nuisance as the massive member stretched her cunt. She was fortunate that he had been so thorough in his conquest as her puss was well lubricated, which helped his cock chute inside of her. She felt his balls slap against her puss as his thrust hit plate. She moaned quietly as her started his Assault on her pussy. He pulled her to the edge of the board, helping him to get a better position so that he could have the leverage to know her. Her consistency was slick magazine 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 utter time. One of his workforce slid over her oiled body up to cup her breast, mauling the slippery flesh while continuing to preserve time. She covered her rima oris to forbid a moan at the added sensation. She had always loved having her knocker played with, and if she were being honest with herself, she had a difficult time cumming without some form of breast stimulus. He had a unmanageable time keeping a custody on her breasts as they fought to get by 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 English at his urging. With trivial pause he slipped his putz back inside of her. With her stage 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 pelvic girdle and pulled her body against his with the Same rhythm he had used before, causing her white meat to recoil and slap against each other with the military force of his poking. She felt her climax building inside of her, the tot up esthesis 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 finger up to his backtalk in a conspiratorial way and she smiled. He lifted one of her legs, wrapping his arms around it and using the leverage to bear on to pull her body against his. One of his hired hand dipped down between her legs, slipping between the rim of her snatch and finding her clit. His cock continued to slide in and out of her while his finger stimulated her clit. After scarcely a bit she could take the append stimulus no more than, her pelvic girdle bucked and she shook as a the most mightily 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 give birth been able-bodied to separate you ... She collapsed, spent on the massage table, she had never felt so completely and utterly satisfied as she did in that consequence. Her dead body shivered a few times as the aftershocks of her sexual climax rocked through her body. She had expected him to cum, either in her or on her, at this point she did n't really care, but she was storm to see him getting dressed again. She supposed that she had paid for this service of process, so in a way it was all about her, but contribution of her was disappointed. She would deliver loved a gracious mouthful of cum. But you ca n't win them all she supposed. Two matter she was trusted of, he would be getting a big tip, and she would be coming back for another massage .