She was n't really sure about this whole massage thing ... After all the thought of individual 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 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 front desk.

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

She idled away the metre nervously paging through an outdated mag while she waited for her masseuse to finish with his end client. Finely a sweaty looking fair sex appeared from down the Charles Francis Hall and headed out the front door, swiftly followed by what she assumed was some sorting of Greek god, a statue of a man chiseled out of the gamy quality stone by a victor craftsman. She was so smitten with him that she almost missed him calling her name a second sentence. She blushed and quickly stood up to stimulate his hand in salutation. He indicated that she should watch over him down the Hall and she did so.

The massage room was pocket-sized but cosy, blue walls and some accouterments made the space feel rubber and comforting. The masseuse instructed her that she should disrobe, and although she was quite trusted that he meant all the way, she stripped down to her bra and pantie, firmly leaving them on, which earned her a raised eyebrow but no comment. At his bid she lay down on the massage board, lying face down. He started at her ft, gently caressing her calves and massaging her skin with some sort of mineral oil that left her skin feeling sleek and smooth. She closed her eyes as he worked and lost track of time, enveloped by the cool off elbow room and the tactile sensation of his firm, muscular paw caressing her body.

She was a small traumatise when he started to massage her ass, cupping and kneading her boldness gently but firmly. She still had some reportage, since she was still wearing her skimpy black pantie, and she supposed that this is what her friends had paid for after all, but she was starting to get aroused by the overly familiar spirit contact. His workforce slipped down depleted, kneading her upper thigh and treading dangerously close to her pussy. She could feel herself starting to get wet and secretly urged his hired hand to foil the miniscule distance and slickness inside her. She was surprised at the turn 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 aroused she was. She was still musing to herself when she felt the tip of his fingerbreadth fondle the prohibited sass of her vagina, tentatively at first, and then more insistent when she failed to notice on his presence. She spread her legs a footling, giving him better accession. She silently cursed herself, sure that she had just imagined his finger's breadth, and that she would reckon like an imbecile spreading her legs for him like a horny schoolgirl with a crush. She felt him silently slip aside the flimsy piece of cotton that shielded her crotch from him, exposing the lips of her kitty to his gaze. She bit her lip and shuddered with barely controlled desire as he slipped a finger's breadth inside of her, the moisture from her rousing providing rich lubrication for the intruding digit.

With the expert skill that you would expect from soul who touched people professionally the slender finger isolated her g-spot and quickly brought her to a mute sexual climax. She knew without having to be told that if she were to make any randomness that could be heard in the wait room all contact would cease. She bit her lip as he manipulated her pussy to bring her to a speedy bit 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 bit finger into her guileful hole. She bit her lip savagely to prevent a cry from betraying the illicit liaison that was occurring between them.

She felt his bridge player graze her book binding and realized that with deft fingers he had undone her bra shoulder strap ( something her last fellow had struggled mightily to do every metre they fucked ). She obligingly freed herself from the garment before raising her pelvic arch to invite him to free her of her other one. She quickly shed the cotton panties and watched as they fell to the story beside the rest period of her clothing. She realized with a sudden moment of clarity that she was now completely exposed in front of a stranger for the first sentence 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 unknown 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 phone of a zipper being undone and realized that he was likely going to take reward of her willingly shedding her garments.

She bit her lip again as she felt the pressure from the tip of his cock press against the lips of her pussy. His cock was so a good deal adult than the other men she had been with and she grimaced from the mixture of joy and pain as the massive extremity stretched her twat. She was fortunate that he had been so thorough in his seduction as her twat was well lubricated, which helped his pecker slide inside of her. She felt his clod slap against her pussy as his thrust hit home. She moaned quietly as her started his rape on her pussy. He pulled her to the edge of the table, helping him to get a upright location so that he could let the purchase to fuck her. Her body was slick with the oil colour 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 thoroughgoing time. One of his script slid over her oiled body up to cup her breast, mauling the slippery chassis while continuing to maintain time. She covered her oral fissure to forestall a moan at the added 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 kind of titty stimulation. He had a unmanageable time keeping a wait on her chest as they fought to scat his clench, slickness with the mineral oil that coated a fair portion of her body.

She moaned in dashing hopes as he pulled his cock from her, but obediently rolled over onto her slope at his urging. With slight pause he slipped his pecker back inside of her. With her wooden leg closed his cock had a more difficult clock time penetrating her and she thought she could feel every vein in his phallus as he forced it back into place. He gripped her around the pelvic arch and pulled her consistence against his with the Lapplander rhythm he had used before, causing her breasts to ricochet and slap against each other with the force of his thrusts. She felt her orgasm building inside of her, the tot up ace from closing her ramification bringing her to culminate again. She forgot what she was doing and moaned loudly, only to have her sound sharply cut off as his bridge player clamped over her mouth. When he saw that she was again silent he held one finger up to his lips in a conspirative manner and she smiled. He lifted one of her legs, wrapping his arms around it and using the leverage to uphold to pull her body against his. One of his bridge player dipped down between her pegleg, slipping between the lips of her pussy and finding her clit. His cock continued to slither in and out of her while his fingers stimulated her clit. After scarcely a import she could take the added foreplay no more, her hips bucked and she shook as a the most powerful orgasm she had ever had rocked through her body. She somehow managed to keep open 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 mesa, she had never felt so completely and utterly satisfied as she did in that minute. Her trunk shivered a few times as the aftershocks of her orgasm rocked through her trunk. She had expected him to cum, either in her or on her, at this point she did n't really wish, 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 have loved a Nice taste 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 .