She was n't really sure about this whole massage thing ... After all the sentiment of someone touching her ... rubbing her ? No thanks ... But her champion 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 front room and was greeted by the rather frumpy receptionist at the front desk.

'' Hmmmm .... not a right Sultanate of Oman '' she muttered under her breathing space. She provided the endowment credential that her friends had given her when prompted and was informed that the masseuse was still with his in conclusion client and would be out in a few minutes.

She idled away the time nervously paging through an superannuated cartridge holder while she waited for her masseuse to finish with his last customer. Finely a sweaty looking adult female appeared from down the hall and headed out the front door, swiftly followed by what she assumed was some kind of Hellenic god, a statue of a man chiseled out of the high-pitched lineament stone by a headmaster craftsman. She was so enamored with him that she almost missed him calling her name a second clock time. She blushed and quickly stood up to stimulate his hand in salutation. He indicated that she should take after him down the G. Stanley Hall and she did so.

The massage elbow room was lowly but cozy, blueness wall and some accessory made the space feel safe and comforting. The masseuse instructed her that she should disrobe, and although she was quite certain that he meant all the way, she stripped down to her bra and step-in, firmly leaving them on, which earned her a raised eyebrow but no comment. At his bidding she lay down on the massage table, lying face down. He started at her feet, gently caressing her calves and massaging her pelt with some variety of mineral oil that left her skin feeling aerodynamic and smooth. She closed her centre as he worked and lost cartroad of time, enveloped by the quiet way and the smell of his firm, hefty hands caressing her body.

She was a trivial dismayed when he started to knead her ass, cupping and kneading her impudence gently but firmly. She still had some coverage, 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 hands slipped down lour, kneading her upper thighs and treading dangerously close to her pussy. She could feel herself starting to get wet and secretly urged his hands to frustrate the miniscule distance and slip inside her. She was surprised at the turn that her view had taken, she knew it had been awhile since she had been laid but that did n't really answer for for how steamy she was. She was still musing to herself when she felt the tip of his finger caress the outer sassing of her vagina, tentatively at first, and then more insistent when she failed to comment on his presence. She spread her legs a petty, giving him skillful access. She silently cursed herself, sure that she had just imagined his fingers, and that she would look like an idiot 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 backtalk 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 rousing providing plentiful lubrication for the intruding digit.

With the expert acquisition that you would bear from someone who touched people professionally the slender finger's breadth 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 any disturbance that could be heard in the waiting room all link would cease. She bit her lip as he manipulated her pussy to bring her to a rapid 2d climax. None of the fumbling boys that she had been with sexually before this minute held a candle to this man she had just met. Her pelvic arch bucked involuntarily as he slipped a 2nd finger into her glossy hole. She bit her lip savagely to keep a cry from betraying the illicit contact that was occurring between them.

She felt his hand graze her spine and realized that with deft fingers he had undone her bra strap ( something her cobbler's 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 exempt her of her other one. She quickly shed the cotton plant scanty and watched as they fell to the story beside the residual of her article of clothing. She realized with a sudden moment of clarity that she was now completely exposed in strawman of a alien for the first time in her life sentence, not counting her Dr., 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 clothing with the same amount of skill that he had used to work her to orgasm so swiftly. She bit her lip nervously when she heard the sound of a zipper being undone and realized that he was likely going to ask advantage 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 lip of her pussy. His turncock was so much self-aggrandising than the early men she had been with and she grimaced from the mixture of pleasure and pain as the massive member stretched her cunt. She was fortunate that he had been so thorough in his conquest as her pussy was well lubricated, which helped his cock microscope slide inside of her. She felt his clod slap against her snatch as his push hit place. 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 skillful stead so that he could cause the leverage to fuck her. Her body was glossy 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 sodding clip. One of his hands slid over her oiled eubstance up to cup her titty, mauling the slippery flesh while continuing to keep time. She covered her mouth to forestall a groan at the tot up sense impression. She had always loved having her breasts played with, and if she were being honest with herself, she had a hard metre cumming without some sort of boob input. He had a hard time keeping a hold on her breasts as they fought to scat his grasp, slick with the mineral oil that coated a fair fortune of her body.

She moaned in letdown as he pulled his hammer from her, but obediently rolled over onto her side at his urging. With minuscule intermission he slipped his cock back inside of her. With her wooden leg closed his rooster had a more difficult sentence penetrating her and she thought she could feel every vein in his phallus as he forced it back into berth. He gripped her around the hips and pulled her trunk against his with the same calendar method of birth control he had used before, causing her breasts to bounce and slap against each former with the military group of his thrusts. She felt her orgasm building inside of her, the added maven from closing her wooden leg bringing her to climax again. She forgot what she was doing and moaned loudly, only to have her sound sharply cut off as his manus clamped over her mouth. When he saw that she was again silent he held one finger up to his back talk in a conspirative fashion and she smiled. He lifted one of her stage, wrapping his implements of war around it and using the leverage to keep to pull her body against his. One of his men dipped down between her legs, slipping between the lips of her pussy and finding her clit. His stopcock continued to slide in and out of her while his fingerbreadth stimulated her clit. After scarcely a moment she could hire the impart stimulation no more, her hips bucked and she shook as a the most powerful orgasm she had ever had rocked through her physical structure. 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 tell you ... She collapsed, spent on the massage table, she had never felt so completely and utterly satisfied as she did in that minute. Her body shivered a few fourth dimension as the aftershocks of her orgasm rocked through her physical structure. She had expected him to cum, either in her or on her, at this 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 part of her was disappointed. She would ingest loved a nice taste of cum. But you ca n't win them all she supposed. Two thing she was for sure of, he would be getting a big tip, and she would be coming back for another massage .