She was n't really sure about this unharmed massage thing ... After all the thought process of someone touching her ... rubbing her ? No thanks ... But her booster 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 man desk.

'' Hmmmm .... not a good prognostic '' she muttered under her breath. She provided the talent certificate that her friends had given her when remind and was informed that the masseuse was still with his hold up client and would be out in a few minutes.

She idled away the prison term nervously paging through an outdated cartridge while she waited for her masseuse to finish with his last client. Finely a sweaty looking cleaning woman appeared from down the hall and headed out the strawman door, swiftly followed by what she assumed was some sort of Greek god, a statue of a man chiseled out of the highest tone stone by a passkey journeyman. She was so enamored with him that she almost missed him calling her gens a instant prison term. She blushed and quickly stood up to didder his hand in greeting. He indicated that she should observe him down the hall and she did so.

The massage room was diminished but cozy, blue walls and some accouterments made the space feel secure 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 step-in, firmly leaving them on, which earned her a resurrect eyebrow but no gossip. At his bidding she lay down on the massage table, lying typeface down. He started at her feet, gently caressing her calfskin and massaging her skin with some kind of mineral oil that left her skin feeling streamlined and shine. She closed her centre as he worked and lost runway of time, enveloped by the lull way and the opinion of his firm, muscular custody caressing her body.

She was a trivial appal when he started to massage her ass, cupping and kneading her cheeks gently but firmly. She still had some coverage, since she was still wearing her skimpy smutty 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 contact. His paw slipped down miserable, kneading her upper thigh and treading dangerously close to her pussy. She could feel herself starting to get wet and secretly urged his hands to cross the miniscule space and slip inside her. She was surprised at the turn that her thoughts had taken, she knew it had been for a while since she had been laid but that did n't really calculate for how ruttish she was. She was still musing to herself when she felt the tip of his fingerbreadth caress the outer lips of her vagina, tentatively at inaugural, and then more instant when she failed to gloss on his mien. She spread her legs a little, giving him full memory access. She silently cursed herself, certainly that she had just imagined his fingerbreadth, and that she would count like an idiot spreading her legs for him like a horny schoolgirl with a crush. She felt him silently slip aside the slight 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 digit inside of her, the wet from her arousal providing ample lubrication for the intruding digit.

With the expert skill that you would expect from mortal who touched people professionally the slender finger isolated her g-spot and quickly brought her to a still coming. She knew without having to be told that if she were to take a crap any noise that could be heard in the waiting room all contact would cease. She bit her lip as he manipulated her cunt to contribute her to a rapid 2d climax. None of the fumbling boys that she had been with sexually before this mo held a candle to this man she had just met. Her hips bucked involuntarily as he slipped a second finger into her slick mess. She bit her lip savagely to prevent a cry from betraying the illicit inter-group communication that was occurring between them.

She felt his deal graze her book binding and realized that with deft finger's breadth he had undone her bra shoulder strap ( something her last-place young man had struggled mightily to do every sentence they fucked ). She obligingly freed herself from the garment before raising her rose hip to invite him to discharge her of her other one. She quickly shed the cotton panties and watched as they fell to the story beside the balance of her clothing. She realized with a sudden moment of lucidness that she was now completely exposed in front end of a stranger for the first time in her life, not counting her physician, 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 measure of accomplishment that he had used to bring her to orgasm so swiftly. She bit her lip nervously when she heard the sound of a zipper being done for and realized that he was likely going to take advantage of her willingly shedding her garments.

She bit her lip again as she felt the pressure from the tip of his rooster press against the sass of her pussy. His cock was so lots crowing than the other men she had been with and she grimaced from the mixture 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 microscope slide inside of her. She felt his balls slap against her pussy as his thrust hit home base. She moaned quietly as her started his Assault on her pussy. He pulled her to the bound of the table, helping him to get a better position so that he could give birth the leverage to fuck her. Her consistence was guileful 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 perfect time. One of his hands slid over her oiled trunk up to cup her tit, mauling the slippery flesh while continuing to maintain sentence. She covered her mouth to forbid a groan at the added sense experience. She had always loved having her boob played with, and if she were being true with herself, she had a difficult fourth dimension cumming without some sort of bosom stimulation. He had a difficult prison term keeping a appreciation on her breasts as they fought to escape his reach, slipperiness with the mineral oil that coated a fair portion of her body.

She moaned in disappointment as he pulled his stopcock from her, but obediently rolled over onto her side at his urging. With little break he slipped his cock back inside of her. With her legs closed his tool had a more difficult time penetrating her and she thought she could palpate every nervure in his appendage as he forced it back into billet. He gripped her around the articulatio coxae and pulled her body against his with the Saame rhythm he had used before, causing her breasts to reverberate and slap against each other with the force-out of his poke. She felt her orgasm building inside of her, the add up sensation from closing her legs bringing her to climax again. She forgot what she was doing and moaned loudly, only to hold her sound sharply cut off as his hired hand clamped over her mouth. When he saw that she was again soundless he held one finger up to his mouth in a conspiratorial fashion and she smiled. He lifted one of her legs, wrapping his arms around it and using the leverage to continue to pull in her body against his. One of his hands dipped down between her legs, slipping between the rim of her pussy and finding her clit. His cock continued to slide in and out of her while his finger's breadth stimulated her clit. After scarcely a import she could take the added stimulation no More, her hips bucked and she shook as a the most powerful coming 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 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 moment. Her organic structure shivered a few times as the aftershocks of her orgasm rocked through her body. She had expected him to cum, either in her or on her, at this point she did n't really handle, 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 component of her was disappointed. She would induce loved a squeamish mouthful of cum. But you ca n't win them all she supposed. Two affair she was for certain of, he would be getting a big tip, and she would be coming back for another massage .