She was n't really sure about this whole massage affair ... After all the intellection of someone touching her ... rubbing her ? No thanks ... But her friends 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 dowdy receptionist at the front desk.

'' Hmmmm .... not a good omen '' she muttered under her breath. She provided the endowment certificate that her supporter had given her when prompted and was informed that the masseuse was still with his shoemaker's last client and would be out in a few minutes.

She idled away the prison term nervously paging through an outdated cartridge holder while she waited for her masseuse to eat up with his lastly client. Finely a sweaty looking woman appeared from down the student residence and headed out the battlefront door, swiftly followed by what she assumed was some sort of Greek god, a statue of a man chiseled out of the gamey quality rock by a master craftsman. She was so becharm with him that she almost missed him calling her name a second time. She blushed and quickly stood up to shake his paw in greeting. He indicated that she should follow him down the hall and she did so.

The massage way was small but cozy, blue walls and some accouterments made the quad flavour safe and comforting. The masseuse instructed her that she should strip, and although she was quite sure that he meant all the way, she stripped down to her bra and panties, firmly leaving them on, which earned her a raised supercilium but no comment. At his bidding she lay down on the massage board, lying face down. He started at her feet, gently caressing her calfskin and massaging her skin with some sorting of mineral oil that left her cutis feeling sleek and quiet. She closed her center as he worked and lost path of time, enveloped by the calm way and the impression of his house, muscular hands caressing her body.

She was a little 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 panty, 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 hands slipped down glower, kneading her upper thigh and treading dangerously close to her kitty. She could sense herself starting to get wet and secretly urged his bridge player to hybridize the miniscule distance and parapraxis inside her. She was surprised at the play that her intellection had taken, she knew it had been awhile since she had been laid but that did n't really account for how turned on she was. She was still musing to herself when she felt the tip of his finger fondle the forbidden lips of her vagina, tentatively at first, and then more repetitive when she failed to comment on his presence. She spread her legs a trivial, giving him better access. She silently cursed herself, surely that she had just imagined his digit, and that she would look like an idiot spreading her legs for him like a horny schoolgirl with a crunch. She felt him silently slip aside the tenuous piece of music of cotton that shielded her crotch from him, exposing the back talk of her pussy to his regard. She bit her lip and shuddered with barely controlled desire as he slipped a finger inside of her, the moisture from her stimulation providing ample lubrication for the intruding digit.

With the expert accomplishment that you would anticipate from person who touched people professionally the slender finger isolated her g-spot and quickly brought her to a soundless 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 contact would cease. She bit her lip as he manipulated her puss to add her to a rapid second culmination. 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 girdle bucked involuntarily as he slipped a second gear finger into her wily mess. She bit her lip savagely to preclude a cry from betraying the illicit touch that was occurring between them.

She felt his bridge player graze her back and realized that with deft finger's breadth he had undone her bra strap ( something her final stage fellow had struggled mightily to do every time they fucked ). She obligingly freed herself from the garment before raising her hips to invite him to unfreeze her of her other one. She quickly shed the cotton plant panty and watched as they fell to the floor beside the remainder of her clothing. She realized with a sudden moment of clarity that she was now completely exposed in front of a stranger for the initiative prison term in her biography, 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 amount 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 undone and realized that he was likely going to necessitate reward of her willingly shedding her garments.

She bit her lip again as she felt the pressure from the tip of his peter imperativeness against the lip of her kitty-cat. His stopcock was so much grownup than the early men she had been with and she grimaced from the mixture of pleasure and painful sensation 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 slide inside of her. She felt his balls smack against her pussy as his thrust hit home. She moaned quietly as her started his rape on her slit. He pulled her to the edge of the table, helping him to get a better position so that he could have the leverage to lie with her. Her body was guileful 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 perfect fourth dimension. One of his men slid over her oiled torso up to cup her breast, mauling the slippery physique while continuing to keep time. She covered her mouth to preclude a groan at the added sensation. She had always loved having her white meat played with, and if she were being reliable with herself, she had a difficult clip cumming without some variety of boob stimulation. He had a hard metre keeping a delay on her tit as they fought to hightail it his grasp, slick with the mineral oil that coated a fair luck of her body.

She moaned in dashing hopes as he pulled his cock from her, but obediently rolled over onto her side at his urging. With little intermission he slipped his cock back inside of her. With her legs closed his cock had a more difficult time penetrating her and she thought she could feel every vein in his appendage as he forced it back into lieu. He gripped her around the pelvic girdle and pulled her body against his with the Saami rhythm method of birth control he had used before, causing her tit to bounce and slap against each other with the force of his knife thrust. She felt her orgasm building inside of her, the added sensation from closing her legs bringing her to climax again. She forgot what she was doing and moaned loudly, only to have her sound sharply cut off as his hired hand clamped over her rima oris. When he saw that she was again silent he held one finger up to his lips in a conspirative fashion and she smiled. He lifted one of her stage, wrapping his arms around it and using the leverage to go on to pull her body against his. One of his manpower dipped down between her stage, slipping between the lips of her pussy and finding her clit. His cock continued to skid in and out of her while his fingers stimulated her clit. After scarcely a moment she could take the bestow stimulation no Sir 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 celebrate her voice down, though if you had asked her after how she did it she never would have been able to say you ... She collapsed, spent on the massage table, she had never felt so completely and utterly satisfied as she did in that moment. Her physical structure shivered a few metre as the aftershocks of her orgasm rocked through her dead 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 avail, so in a way it was all about her, but part of her was disappointed. She would give loved a nice taste of cum. But you ca n't win them all she supposed. Two thing she was certainly of, he would be getting a big tip, and she would be coming back for another massage .