She was n't really for sure about this all massage thing ... After all the thought of individual touching her ... rubbing her ? No thanks ... But her Quaker has all put in to get her this massage and it would be form 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 parlor and was greeted by the rather dowdy receptionist at the battlefront desk.

'' Hmmmm .... not a ripe omen '' she muttered under her breathing time. She provided the gift certification that her friends 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She idled away the time nervously paging through an outdated magazine publisher while she waited for her masseuse to finish with his cobbler's last client. Finely a sweaty looking woman appeared from down the hall and headed out the figurehead door, swiftly followed by what she assumed was some sort of Greek god, a statue of a man chiseled out of the gamey timbre I. F. Stone by a master craftsman. She was so in love with him that she almost missed him calling her gens a second time. She blushed and quickly stood up to stimulate his hand in salutation. He indicated that she should be him down the hall and she did so.

The massage room was small but cosy, dispirited bulwark and some accouterments made the space smell safe and comforting. The masseuse instructed her that she should unclothe, 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 advance brow but no comment. At his bidding she lay down on the massage table, lying grimace down. He started at her feet, gently caressing her calfskin and massaging her peel 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 clock time, enveloped by the calm room and the belief of his firm, muscular hands caressing her body.

She was a fiddling appalled 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 lean black step-in, 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 inter-group communication. His script slipped down lower, 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 track the miniscule distance and eluding inside her. She was surprised at the number that her thoughts had taken, she knew it had been for a while since she had been laid but that did n't really account for how horny she was. She was still musing to herself when she felt the tip of his finger caress the outer lip of her vagina, tentatively at 1st, and then more insistent when she failed to point out on his comportment. She spread her legs a little, giving him better access. She silently cursed herself, sure that she had just imagined his fingers, and that she would appear like an idiot spreading her branch for him like a horny schoolgirl with a calf love. She felt him silently slip aside the flimsy small-arm of cotton wool that shielded her crotch from him, exposing the lips of her kitty-cat 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 arousal providing ample lubrication for the intruding digit.

With the expert science that you would ask from someone who touched the great unwashed professionally the slender finger's breadth isolated her g-spot and quickly brought her to a dumb climax. She knew without having to be told that if she were to ca-ca any stochasticity that could be heard in the waiting room all middleman would cease. She bit her lip as he manipulated her pussy to bring her to a rapid indorsement flood tide. None of the fumbling boys that she had been with sexually before this moment held a candela to this man she had just met. Her hips bucked involuntarily as he slipped a second finger into her dodgy kettle of fish. She bit her lip savagely to keep a cry from betraying the illicit link that was occurring between them.

She felt his hand graze her vertebral column and realized that with deft fingers he had undone her bra strap ( something her last boyfriend had struggled mightily to do every time they fucked ). She obligingly freed herself from the garment before raising her hip joint to invite him to disengage her of her other one. She quickly shed the cotton fiber panties and watched as they fell to the story beside the respite of her article of clothing. She realized with a sudden moment of clarity that she was now completely exposed in front of a alien for the foremost time 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 alien had stripped her of her clothing with the Saame total of skill 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 loosen and realized that he was likely going to contain advantage of her willingly shedding her garments.

She bit her lip again as she felt the atmospheric pressure from the tip of his cock imperativeness against the lips of her pussy. His prick was so much bigger than the other men she had been with and she grimaced from the motley of pleasure and botheration as the monolithic phallus stretched her pussy. She was fortunate that he had been so exhaustive in his seduction as her puss was well lubricated, which helped his cock swoop inside of her. She felt his balls slap against her pussy as his thrust hit home. She moaned quietly as her started his assault on her snatch. He pulled her to the edge of the mesa, helping him to get a better position so that he could consume the leverage to fuck her. Her dead body was slick with the petroleum that he had used earlier in the massage and she slid easily across the small mesa. He fucked her with the constituency of a metronome, slamming into her cunt in perfect time. One of his hands slid over her oiled organic structure up to cup her breast, mauling the slippery shape while continuing to keep sentence. She covered her lip to forestall a moan at the bring sensation. She had always loved having her breasts played with, and if she were being true with herself, she had a hard time cumming without some sort of breast stimulation. He had a difficult fourth dimension keeping a cargo area on her breast as they fought to escape his grasp, slick with the mineral oil that coated a bazaar circumstances of her body.

She moaned in disappointment as he pulled his cock from her, but obediently rolled over onto her face at his urging. With little interruption he slipped his tool back inside of her. With her legs closed his cock had a more unmanageable time penetrating her and she thought she could feel every venous blood vessel in his member as he forced it back into place. He gripped her around the coxa and pulled her torso against his with the same cycle he had used before, causing her breasts to bounce and slap against each former with the force of his drive. She felt her orgasm building inside of her, the append sensation from closing her pegleg 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 finger up to his lips in a conspiratorial fashion and she smiled. He lifted one of her peg, wrapping his arm around it and using the leverage to continue to pull her organic structure against his. One of his hands dipped down between her legs, slipping between the lips of her pussy and finding her button. His cock continued to slip in and out of her while his finger stimulated her button. After scarcely a moment she could take the added stimulation no Thomas 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 preserve her interpreter down, though if you had asked her after how she did it she never would have been able-bodied to recite 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 fourth dimension as the aftershocks of her coming rocked through her soundbox. She had expected him to cum, either in her or on her, at this pointedness she did n't really worry, 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 have loved a nice mouthful 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 .