She was n't really surely about this whole massage thing ... After all the persuasion of someone touching her ... rubbing her ? No thanks ... But her supporter 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 front desk.

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

She idled away the time nervously paging through an superannuated magazine publisher while she waited for her masseuse to complete with his cobbler's last client. Finely a sweaty looking woman appeared from down the hall and headed out the battlefront door, swiftly followed by what she assumed was some sort of Greek god, a statue of a man chiseled out of the highest caliber stone by a maestro crafter. She was so enamored with him that she almost missed him calling her gens a arcsecond clip. She blushed and quickly stood up to shake his hired man in salutation. He indicated that she should adopt him down the dormitory and she did so.

The massage room was small but cosy, blue bulwark and some accouterments made the distance feel prophylactic and comforting. The masseuse instructed her that she should discase, and although she was quite for certain that he meant all the way, she stripped down to her bra and step-in, firmly leaving them on, which earned her a prove eyebrow but no comment. At his dictation she lay down on the massage board, lying face down. He started at her human foot, gently caressing her calves and massaging her peel with some sort of mineral oil that left her skin feeling silken and smooth. She closed her eyes as he worked and lost track of time, enveloped by the calm way and the feeling of his business firm, hefty deal caressing her body.

She was a trivial scandalize when he started to knead her ass, cupping and kneading her cheeks gently but firmly. She still had some coverage, since she was still wearing her lean blacken panty, 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 touch. His hands slipped down get down, kneading her pep pill thighs and treading dangerously close to her pussy. She could feel herself starting to get wet and secretly urged his hands to cross the miniscule length and cutting inside her. She was surprised at the crook 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 aroused 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 comment on his mien. She spread her legs a little, giving him advantageously access. She silently cursed herself, indisputable that she had just imagined his finger's breadth, and that she would look like an idiot spreading her wooden leg for him like a horny schoolgirl with a crush. She felt him silently slip aside the unconvincing piece of cotton that shielded her crotch 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 finger inside of her, the moisture from her foreplay providing ample lubrication for the intruding digit.

With the expert skill that you would wait from soul who touched people professionally the slender finger isolated her g-spot and quickly brought her to a soundless culmination. She knew without having to be told that if she were to make any noise that could be heard in the waiting elbow room all contact would stop. She bit her lip as he manipulated her twat to bring her to a rapid s climax. None of the fumbling boys that she had been with sexually before this present moment held a candela to this man she had just met. Her articulatio coxae bucked involuntarily as he slipped a second finger into her slick maw. 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 back and realized that with deft fingers he had undone her bra shoulder strap ( something her hold up beau had struggled mightily to do every time they fucked ). She obligingly freed herself from the garment before raising her hips to pay for him to disengage her of her other one. She quickly shed the cotton panties and watched as they fell to the story beside the rest of her clothing. She realized with a sudden instant of lucidity that she was now completely exposed in front of a stranger for the first time in her lifespan, 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 unknown had stripped her of her clothing with the Saame amount 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 zipper being undone and realized that he was likely going to charter reward of her willingly shedding her garments.

She bit her lip again as she felt the insistence from the tip of his cock press against the lips of her pussy. His cock was so much crowing than the former men she had been with and she grimaced from the smorgasbord of pleasure and pain as the massive member stretched her pussy. 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 egg smack against her slit as his thrust hit home. She moaned quietly as her started his assault on her pussy. He pulled her to the edge of the table, helping him to get a better position so that he could cause the leveraging to fuck her. Her body was tricksy with the rock oil that he had used earlier in the massage and she slid easily across the diminished board. He fucked her with the constituency of a metronome, slamming into her cunt in stark time. One of his hired man slid over her oiled body up to cup her breast, mauling the slippery flesh while continuing to keep time. She covered her oral fissure to preclude a moan at the added whizz. She had always loved having her breast played with, and if she were being dependable with herself, she had a difficult time cumming without some sort of bosom stimulation. He had a unmanageable time keeping a keep on her bosom as they fought to run his grasp, slick with the mineral oil that coated a fair portion of her body.

She moaned in disappointment as he pulled his turncock from her, but obediently rolled over onto her side at his urging. With footling intermission he slipped his cock back inside of her. With her leg closed his shaft had a more unmanageable 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 articulatio coxae and pulled her body against his with the same calendar method he had used before, causing her tit to reverberate and slap against each other with the force of his poking. She felt her orgasm building inside of her, the added sensation 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 oral fissure. When he saw that she was again silent he held one finger up to his lips in a conspiratorial fashion and she smiled. He lifted one of her ramification, wrapping his blazonry around it and using the leverage to continue to draw in her body against his. One of his deal dipped down between her legs, slipping between the rim of her kitty-cat and finding her clit. His cock continued to slide in and out of her while his finger stimulated her clit. After scarcely a moment she could take the summate stimulation no Sir Thomas More, her coxa bucked and she shook as a the most right orgasm she had ever had rocked through her consistence. She somehow managed to sustain her voice down, though if you had asked her after how she did it she never would have been capable to narrate you ... She collapsed, spent on the massage table, she had never felt so completely and utterly satisfied as she did in that moment. Her physical structure shivered a few meter as the aftershocks of her orgasm rocked through her body. She had expected him to cum, either in her or on her, at this compass 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 constituent 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 certainly of, he would be getting a big tip, and she would be coming back for another massage .