She was n't really sure about this whole massage matter ... After all the opinion of mortal touching her ... rubbing her ? No thanks ... But her booster 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 frumpy receptionist at the battlefront desk.

'' Hmmmm .... not a expert omen '' she muttered under her breather. She provided the gift security that her Quaker had given her when actuate and was informed that the masseuse was still with his last customer and would be out in a few minutes.

She idled away the prison term nervously paging through an out-of-date magazine while she waited for her masseuse to wind up with his final client. Finely a sweaty looking woman appeared from down the hall and headed out the nominal head door, swiftly followed by what she assumed was some sort of Greek god, a statue of a man chiseled out of the highest lineament stone by a master craftsman. She was so fascinate with him that she almost missed him calling her epithet a second time. She blushed and quickly stood up to shake his hand in greeting. He indicated that she should postdate him down the hall and she did so.

The massage way was small but cozy, blue walls and some accessory made the outer space flavour safe and comforting. The masseuse instructed her that she should disrobe, and although she was quite sure as shooting that he meant all the way, she stripped down to her bra and scanty, firmly leaving them on, which earned her a arouse eyebrow but no comment. At his bidding she lay down on the massage tabular array, lying face down. He started at her groundwork, gently caressing her calf and massaging her pelt with some sort of mineral oil that left her tegument feeling flowing and smooth. She closed her eyes as he worked and lost track of fourth dimension, enveloped by the tranquilize room and the flavour of his firm, muscular hands caressing her body.

She was a fiddling traumatize when he started to massage her ass, cupping and kneading her cheek gently but firmly. She still had some insurance coverage, since she was still wearing her skimpy Black person panties, and she supposed that this is what her supporter had paid for after all, but she was starting to get aroused by the overly familiar contact. His mitt slipped down lower, kneading her upper second joint and treading dangerously close to her kitty. She could finger herself starting to get wet and secretly urged his bridge player to hybridize the miniscule distance and pillow slip 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 steamy she was. She was still musing to herself when she felt the tip of his finger caress the KO'd sass of her vagina, tentatively at number 1, and then more insistent when she failed to notice on his presence. She spread her legs a little, giving him honorable entree. She silently cursed herself, surely that she had just imagined his finger's breadth, and that she would look like an retard spreading her stage for him like a horny schoolgirl with a crush. She felt him silently slip aside the flimsy piece of cotton fiber that shielded her genitalia 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 inside of her, the wet from her arousal providing ample lubrication for the intruding digit.

With the expert skill that you would await from soul who touched people professionally the slender fingerbreadth isolated her g-spot and quickly brought her to a silent climax. She knew without having to be told that if she were to make water any noise that could be heard in the waiting elbow room all impinging would cease. She bit her lip as he manipulated her pussy to add her to a rapid second flood tide. 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 rose hip bucked involuntarily as he slipped a second finger into her slick trap. She bit her lip savagely to foreclose a cry from betraying the illicit contact that was occurring between them.

She felt his hand graze her binding and realized that with deft finger's breadth 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 coxa to pay for him to free her of her early one. She quickly shed the cotton panties and watched as they fell to the storey beside the rest of her article of clothing. She realized with a sudden moment of clarity that she was now completely exposed in front of a stranger for the first base 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 stranger had stripped her of her habiliment with the like sum of money 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 zip fastener being done for and realized that he was likely going to admit advantage of her willingly shedding her garments.

She bit her lip again as she felt the pressure from the tip of his cock military press against the lips of her snatch. His cock was so very much bigger than the early 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 thoroughgoing in his seduction as her pussycat was well lubricated, which helped his cock slideway inside of her. She felt his balls smacking against her snatch as his thrust hit home. She moaned quietly as her started his violation on her pussy. He pulled her to the sharpness of the table, helping him to get a better place so that he could ingest the leverage to fuck her. Her body was silklike with the crude that he had used earlier in the massage and she slid easily across the modest table. He fucked her with the constituency of a metronome, slamming into her cunt in perfect clip. One of his handwriting slid over her oiled body up to cup her breast, mauling the slippery shape while continuing to keep clock time. She covered her rima oris to forestall a moan at the supply sensation. She had always loved having her breasts played with, and if she were being honest with herself, she had a hard time cumming without some sort of breast stimulation. He had a difficult time keeping a hold on her bosom as they fought to escape his clutches, slick with the mineral oil that coated a sightly portion of her body.

She moaned in letdown as he pulled his cock from her, but obediently rolled over onto her side at his urging. With fiddling intermission he slipped his cock back inside of her. With her branch closed his cock had a more difficult time penetrating her and she thought she could palpate every vein in his member as he forced it back into place. He gripped her around the hip and pulled her dead body against his with the same rhythm he had used before, causing her knocker to jounce and slap against each other with the military unit of his knife thrust. She felt her orgasm building inside of her, the added sensation from closing her stage bringing her to culminate again. She forgot what she was doing and moaned loudly, only to have her auditory sensation sharply cut off as his paw clamped over her mouth. When he saw that she was again silent he held one finger up to his brim in a conspiratorial fashion and she smiled. He lifted one of her legs, wrapping his blazon around it and using the leverage to continue to pull her body against his. One of his hands dipped down between her ramification, slipping between the lips of her pussy and finding her clit. His pecker continued to skid in and out of her while his fingerbreadth stimulated her clit. After scarcely a moment she could take the added arousal no more, her rose hip bucked and she shook as a the most herculean orgasm she had ever had rocked through her body. She somehow managed to maintain her voice down, though if you had asked her after how she did it she never would have been capable 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 body shivered a few time as the aftershocks of her orgasm rocked through her body. She had expected him to cum, either in her or on her, at this percentage point she did n't really care, but she was surprise 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 skillful taste of cum. But you ca n't win them all she supposed. Two thing she was sure enough of, he would be getting a big tip, and she would be coming back for another massage .