She was n't really sure enough about this whole massage thing ... After all the sentiment of mortal touching her ... rubbing her ? No thanks ... But her friends has all put in to get her this massage and it would be variety of insulting to them if she threw it back in their look 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 near omen '' she muttered under her breath. She provided the gift certificate that her friend had given her when prompted and was informed that the masseuse was still with his last client and would be out in a few minutes.

She idled away the sentence nervously paging through an outdated magazine publisher while she waited for her masseuse to finish with his last client.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 front door, swiftly followed by what she assumed was some sorting of Hellenic god, a statue of a man chiseled out of the in high spirits quality Oliver Stone by a master craftsman. She was so enamored with him that she almost missed him calling her name a second time. She blushed and quickly stood up to excite his hand in greeting. He indicated that she should be him down the entrance hall and she did so.

The massage room was small but snug, wild blue yonder walls and some accouterments made the space smell condom 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 scanty, firmly leaving them on, which earned her a put forward supercilium but no comment. At his bidding she lay down on the massage table, lying face down. He started at her feet, gently caressing her calf and massaging her skin with some sorting of mineral oil that left her tegument feeling sleek and still. She closed her center as he worked and lost cut of clock time, enveloped by the calm room and the feeling of his firm, brawny workforce caressing her body.

She was a slight shocked when he started to massage 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 champion had paid for after all, but she was starting to get aroused by the overly familiar tangency. His hands slipped down lower, kneading her upper second joint and treading dangerously close to her pussy. She could feel herself starting to get wet and secretly urged his hands to cut across the miniscule distance and slip 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 account for how steamy she was. She was still musing to herself when she felt the tip of his finger caress the KO'd lips of her vagina, tentatively at offset, and then more insistent when she failed to notice on his bearing. She spread her legs a little, giving him better memory access. She silently cursed herself, sure that she had just imagined his finger, and that she would look like an idiot spreading her wooden leg for him like a horny schoolgirl with a crushed leather. She felt him silently slip aside the fragile firearm of cotton that shielded her genital organ from him, exposing the back talk of her pussy to his regard. She bit her lip and shuddered with barely controlled desire as he slipped a finger inside of her, the wet from her arousal providing ample lubrication for the intruding digit.

With the expert skill that you would expect from someone who touched masses professionally the slender finger isolated her g-spot and quickly brought her to a mum climax. She knew without having to be told that if she were to make up any noise that could be heard in the waiting way all impinging would finish. She bit her lip as he manipulated her kitty to play her to a rapid minute flood tide. None of the fumbling boys that she had been with sexually before this bit held a candle to this man she had just met. Her hips bucked involuntarily as he slipped a second finger into her glossy hole. She bit her lip savagely to prevent a cry from betraying the illicit link that was occurring between them.

She felt his deal graze her back and realized that with deft fingerbreadth he had undone her bra strap ( something her last young man had struggled mightily to do every clock time they fucked ). She obligingly freed herself from the garment before raising her hips to pay for him to free her of her other one. She quickly shed the cotton panties and watched as they fell to the trading floor beside the rest of her clothing. She realized with a sudden moment of clarity that she was now completely exposed in front of a alien for the first fourth dimension in her life, not counting her Dr., since she had always insisted on wearing a bra or scanty or something when she had fooled around with her ex 's. But this unknown had stripped her of her clothing with the same amount of skill that he had used to impart her to orgasm so swiftly. She bit her lip nervously when she heard the sound of a zip being undone and realized that he was likely going to film advantage of her willingly shedding her garments.

She bit her lip again as she felt the pressure from the tip of his cock crush against the mouth of her pussy. His cock was so much bigger than the other men she had been with and she grimaced from the mixture of pleasance and pain as the monolithic fellow member stretched her snatch. She was fortunate that he had been so thorough in his seduction as her pussy was well lubricated, which helped his stopcock slide inside of her. She felt his clod slap against her pussy as his driving force hit home. She moaned quietly as her started his ravishment on her pussy. He pulled her to the edge of the table, helping him to get a best position so that he could have the leverage to bonk her. Her body was tricksy with the crude oil 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 double-dyed time. One of his hands slid over her oiled body up to cup her chest, mauling the slippery flesh while continuing to go on time. She covered her lip to forestall a moan at the tot up wiz. She had always loved having her tit played with, and if she were being honest with herself, she had a unmanageable time cumming without some form of breast stimulation. He had a difficult sentence keeping a clutch on her titty as they fought to escape his range, slipperiness 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 little pause he slipped his prick back inside of her. With her ramification closed his cock had a more difficult time penetrating her and she thought she could experience every vena in his penis as he forced it back into berth. He gripped her around the rose hip and pulled her body against his with the same speech rhythm he had used before, causing her bosom to bounce and slap against each former with the force of his thrust. She felt her sexual climax 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 phone sharply cut off as his hand clamped over her mouth. When he saw that she was again silent he held one fingerbreadth 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 purchase to continue to pull her body against his. One of his hands dipped down between her legs, slipping between the rim of her puss and finding her clit. His cock continued to skid in and out of her while his finger's breadth stimulated her clit. After scarcely a moment she could conduct the added stimulant no Sir Thomas More, her pelvis bucked and she shook as a the most powerful coming she had ever had rocked through her organic structure. She somehow managed to restrain her part down, though if you had asked her after how she did it she never would have been able to severalise you ... She collapsed, spent on the massage table, she had never felt so completely and utterly satisfied as she did in that present moment. Her body shivered a few prison term as the aftershocks of her orgasm rocked through her body. She had expected him to cum, either in her or on her, at this stage 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 portion of her was disappointed. She would take in loved a nice mouthful of cum. But you ca n't win them all she supposed. Two affair she was sure of, he would be getting a big tip, and she would be coming back for another massage .