She was n't really trusted about this unit massage matter ... After all the persuasion of individual touching her ... rubbing her ? No thanks ... But her ally 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 typeface 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 sitting room and was greeted by the rather dowdy receptionist at the presence desk.

'' Hmmmm .... not a just prognostication '' she muttered under her breathing place. She provided the giving certification that her friends had given her when move and was informed that the masseuse was still with his last client and would be out in a few minutes.

She idled away the prison term nervously paging through an superannuated magazine while she waited for her masseuse to finish up with his last client. Finely a sweaty looking woman appeared from down the hall and headed out the front doorway, swiftly followed by what she assumed was some sorting of Greek god, a statue of a man chiseled out of the gamey quality stone by a skipper craftsman. She was so enamored with him that she almost missed him calling her name a mo metre. She blushed and quickly stood up to stimulate his hand in salutation. He indicated that she should trace him down the antechamber and she did so.

The massage room was small but intimate, amobarbital sodium paries and some accouterment made the blank 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 panties, firmly leaving them on, which earned her a put forward eyebrow but no comment. At his bid she lay down on the massage board, lying face down. He started at her feet, gently caressing her sura and massaging her peel with some variety of mineral oil that left her skin feeling sleek and shine. She closed her oculus as he worked and lost track of clock time, enveloped by the calm air way and the intuitive feeling of his firm, sinewy hands caressing her body.

She was a piffling shocked when he started to rub down her ass, cupping and kneading her cheeks gently but firmly. She still had some coverage, since she was still wearing her skimpy 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 associate liaison. His hands slipped down lower, kneading her speed second joint and treading dangerously close to her pussy. She could feel herself starting to get wet and secretly urged his hands to cross the miniscule distance and eluding 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 account for how horny she was. She was still musing to herself when she felt the tip of his finger caress the stunned lips of her vagina, tentatively at maiden, and then more insistent when she failed to notice on his presence. She spread her legs a little, giving him meliorate access code. She silently cursed herself, sure that she had just imagined his finger's breadth, and that she would look like an idiot spreading her pegleg for him like a horny schoolgirl with a crush. She felt him silently slip aside the tenuous piece of cotton that shielded her crotch from him, exposing the rim 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 moisture from her arousal providing ample lubrication for the intruding digit.

With the expert skill that you would require from someone who touched masses professionally the slender finger isolated her g-spot and quickly brought her to a mute climax. She knew without having to be told that if she were to make any noise that could be heard in the waiting room all liaison would cease. She bit her lip as he manipulated her kitty-cat to take her to a rapid second climax. 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 rosehip bucked involuntarily as he slipped a second finger into her pat hole. She bit her lip savagely to prevent a cry from betraying the illicit link that was occurring between them.

She felt his manus graze her back and realized that with deft finger's breadth he had undone her bra shoulder 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 to call for him to free her of her other one. She quickly shed the cotton scanty and watched as they fell to the floor beside the rest period of her clothing. She realized with a sudden instant of clarity that she was now completely exposed in front of a stranger for the maiden fourth dimension in her life, not counting her doctor, since she had always insisted on wearing a bra or panty or something when she had fooled around with her ex 's. But this stranger had stripped her of her clothing with the same total of acquisition 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 ruined and realized that he was likely going to lead advantage of her willingly shedding her garments.

She bit her lip again as she felt the atmospheric pressure from the tip of his pecker press against the backtalk of her pussy. His pecker was so much bigger than the early men she had been with and she grimaced from the mixture of joy and pain as the massive member stretched her pussy. She was fortunate that he had been so thoroughgoing in his conquest as her pussy was well lubricated, which helped his cock sloping trough inside of her. She felt his balls slap against her cunt as his push hit home. She moaned quietly as her started his assault on her pussy. He pulled her to the edge of the tabular array, helping him to get a ameliorate position so that he could have the purchase to sleep together her. Her body was knavish with the oil color 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 twat in perfect fourth dimension. One of his hands slid over her oiled consistence up to cup her knocker, mauling the slippery flesh while continuing to keep open time. She covered her rima oris to forestall a moan at the added sensation. She had always loved having her bosom played with, and if she were being honest with herself, she had a difficult time cumming without some variety of breast stimulation. He had a unmanageable prison term keeping a hold on her breasts as they fought to run his clench, slick with the mineral oil that coated a fair constituent 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 little pause he slipped his putz back inside of her. With her legs closed his cock had a more unmanageable time penetrating her and she thought she could feel every vein in his member as he forced it back into piazza. He gripped her around the rosehip and pulled her body against his with the Saami beat he had used before, causing her boob to bounce and slap against each other with the force of his jab. She felt her sexual climax building inside of her, the bestow sensation from closing her peg bringing her to climax again. She forgot what she was doing and moaned loudly, only to birth her sound 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 legs, wrapping his arms around it and using the leverage to preserve to pull her body against his. One of his workforce dipped down between her legs, slipping between the rim of her slit and finding her clit. His cock continued to slue in and out of her while his fingerbreadth stimulated her button. After scarcely a instant she could take the added stimulus no 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 hold open her voice down, though if you had asked her after how she did it she never would consume 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 body shivered a few times as the aftershocks of her coming rocked through her consistency. She had expected him to cum, either in her or on her, at this compass point she did n't really wish, but she was storm 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 suffer loved a nice mouthful of cum. But you ca n't win them all she supposed. Two thing she was surely of, he would be getting a big tip, and she would be coming back for another massage .