I have put all the installments together here, and tidied them up a bit too. Hope you enjoy it. X
She was going through a divorce, and had started a new chapter in her life. Joined fab, started to go to the gym, despite me saying how i love her curves. This was a time of change for her, she was taking control of her life.
The additional exercise in the gym was causing some aching muscles which she hadn't used in a while. That combined with the tight gym clothes rubbing against her most intimate areas on the stepper, and being surrounded by hot, sweaty, muscly bodies, was driving her libido to new heights.
She decided to reward herself, for sticking with her new gym routine, by booking herself a massage to ease those aches. She had always fantasised about an erotic massage, but was too shy to act upon it, and consequently would book someone respectable, so that it wouldn't become an issue.
That is when my phone rang.
A soft gentle voice on the other end of the line timidly asked if i had any availability for a massage soon. Eager for the work, i readily agreed and said that i have a free appointment later that day. The time was agreed, i supplied my address and finished by saying that i look forward to meeting her later.
The doorbell rang, right on time. I had set up my massage couch, dimmed the lights, put on some relacing music, lit some scented candles and the wood burner was providing plenty of warmth. I answered the door dressed in plain black basketball shorts, a white polo shirt and trainer socks. I opened the door and was immediately taken aback by her beauty, i could tell she was slightly nervous by the rate that her ample chest was raising and lowering underneath her top. I composed myself, welcomed her in and introduced myself.
The hallway is narrow, and she brushed past me as i held the door open for her. The softness of her breast grazing against my abdomen was intoxicating. I followed her through to the room where i had set the massage couch. I could see her tension ease away as her shoulders dropped and she remarked, this looked perfect.
We talked through the consultation and i left the room for her to get ready and underneath the towels. Once alone, she peeled off her top, lacy bra and gym leggings. She then paused, and removed her matching thong and tossed it aside before settling face down on the couch as instructed.
I re-entered the room and checked she was comfortable as i adjusted the towels, revealing the back of her left leg. I poured some warm oil into the palm of my left hand, before rubbing my hands together and then spreading the oil across the back of her calf and thigh. Things progressed like any other massage, until i reached the top of her thigh. I noticed her shift awkwardly on the couch and tense up momentarily. A little mew escaped her lips and she relaxed again. I continued to work the oil into her thigh. As i worked my way up the inside of her thigh, i noticed that she parted her legs slightly. I wondered if this was an invitation, thought better of it, then noticed her lacy thong on the seat. My mind began to race...
Not wanting to cross a boundary, i covered her left leg and moved around to the right and repeated the same process. Again as i worked up her inner thigh, she raised her hips off the couch like she was yearning for contact. I allowed my hands to roam further than they had on the left thigh. As my hands swept up the inner thigh, my finger brushed against a moist lip. I immediately thought i had gone to far, but she responded positively. Not wishing to push the boundary too far, i covered the right leg and peeled the towel down off her back, folded it carefully over her butt and tucked it under her hands which were laying by her sides.
I asked her if she was enjoying her massage, and she responded very positively, even lifting her head from the couch to flash me a mischievous smile.
Applying the warm oil to her back in long slow sweeping motions, i reached across to the far side of her torso. As i did so, i realised that my semi hard cock, and balls, were resting against the palm of her upturned hand. I panicked momentarily, but she hadn't flinched, so i continued.
As i reached up the far side of her torso, i was painfully aware that my junk was gliding part way up her forearm, and back. This time i felt an almost imperceptable movement of her fingers against my groin.
Curious to see how this would develop, i repeated the movement and her hands became more bold, cupping me. This caused the blood to start rushing to that area, and i was soon tenting my shorts....
I thought i was imagining it initially, but then i felt the undeniable grazing of her thumb against my hardening shaft. Momentarily is was stood frozen, i can't be sure how long for, i had stopped massaging, no words were being spoken, i may have even stopped breathing temporarily. I snapped out of my blissful trance, and as much as i was enjoying this experience, my professionalism kicked in, i adjusted my position, removing my junk from her hand, and continued with spreading the warm oil over her back.
It didn't escape my notice, that as i withdrew from her touch, her hand briefly reached out, yearning, but failing, to maintain contact.
I moved up to her shoulders, i was safe there and could regain my composure, although my obvious arousal stubbornly refused to abate. Focussing on the massage, it was clear that, like so many of us, she carried most of her tension in her shoulders. I started to work the knots out of her muscles. She sighed contentedly as i eased away her stress, adding "you really do have very talented hands.". Resisting the urge to say something inappropriate, i replied, "Why, thank you, that is very kind of you to say.". Clearly feeling mischievous, from the growing, yet unspoken, sexual tension between us, she added, "Credit where it's due, yours hands could bring me pleasure anytime and anywhere!".
I would love to say that i had a quick and witty response to that, but the truth is, it caught me off guard, and for a rare moment i was left speechless.
As i finished working on her shoulders, i moved around to the head of the massage couch and worked on her neck, before working down her upper back. As i finished working her neck, she lifted her head, folded her arms underneath her head and rested her chin on the back of her hands. This shift meant that she was looking straight at the crotch of my, still tenting, shorts, mere inches away from her face.
In my peripheral vision, i could make out a subtle grin on her face as she licked her lips.
As i reached down her back my crotch moved closer to her face. I heard a gentle "Mmmmmm", i couldn't be sure if it was down to enjoying the massage or the close up view. As i swept my oiled hands down her back, i felt some contact with my groin. I drew in a sharp breath due to the surprise of the intimate contact. It was more obviously deliberate this time. I didn't rush to move, we were both enjoying each others touch.
There was no hiding the arousal growing in my shorts as the back of her hand grazed gently, yet purposefully against my hardening member. This continued for a couple of minutes, before i reluctantly stepped back, breaking contact. I moved to the side of the couch, carefully grabbed the towels and instructed her that it was time to turn over on to her back. She complied.
She settled on her back, adjusting her position to maximise comfort. She paused for a moment to take in that specific moment. Warm comfortable, relaxed, gentle music, dim lights, the smell of pine coming from the woodburner, and the talented hands of a handsome masseur arousing her. I smile spread across her lips, thinking about just how perfect this moment was.
I adjusted the towels to ensure she was covered and comfortable. I moved to the head of the table, having oiled my hands and placed them on the top of her shoulders before drawing them up her neck, with my fingers under the back of her neck, and my thumbs resting gently on the front of her throat.
She looked up at me with a mischievous smile and said, "it has been a long time since i had a strong, handsome man wrap his fingers around my neck.". Again, this threw me off my stride, but i realised, this was a pivotal moment, if i ignored her comment, she would probably ease back on the flirting. If i gave a flirty response, we would both clearly recognise the direction this encounter was heading.
The best response i could come up with at short notice was, "so you like that, do you?", cringing internally as i said it. Without missing a beat, she locked her gaze with mine, lowered her voice, and quietly replied, "ohh yes, i like being taken by a dominant male.",
"Is that so?", i replied, adding, "well, this could be your lucky day...."
"I certainly hope so.", she replied, almost too eagerly.
I smiled at her response, my mind racing at how this interaction was going to develop.
This blatent flirting had sent the blood surging back to my stiffening organ.
I finished working on her neck and decolletage and moved round to the side of the couch. I folded the towel covering her top half up, so that it just covered her ample breasts, and folded the lower towel to reveal her abdomen to about 2-3 inches below her cute belly button.
Again, i warmed some oil in my hands before applying it in deliberate sweeping strokes across her abdomen. Each passing sweep of my hands pushed the boundaries of decency as i grew bolder with my movements. By now i was undeniably touching under boob on each sweeping pass. Her satisfied mews of pleasure assured me that my progress was welcomed. Emboldened by this, i swept my fingers under the edge of the lower towel. Again, no objection, so i continued.
I noticed some odd movement from the foot of the couch. I realised that she was flexing and extending her feet, cleverly causing the lower towel, to slip down slightly as she pulled it down with her toes.
I glanced down towards her groin, surely the towel wasn't far from exposing her most intimate areas. No hint of pubic hair yet. My sweeping hands keep pushing the boundary.
With her hands resting by her sides, she took the opportunity to stroke the front of my shorts with the back of her hand. This action sent a lightening bolt of an idea into mind.
In a stern tone, i declared, "I can see that as you can't control yourself, i will have to take control for you."
I reached for a small wicker box nearby and retrieved my restraints. Deftly i tied them around her near wrist and let it hang down below the massage couch. I strode purposefully around the otherside of the couch before retrieving the other end of the restraints, passing it underneath the couch so her hands are restrained by her sides, linked underneath the couch, as she laid naked, only partially covered by towels, on top of the couch....
I stepped back briefly to assess my handywork, happy that she was suitably restrained, but comfortable.
I moved the lower towel, revealing a toned leg, warmed the oil and gently, yet purposefully spread the oil in long, smooth strokes from her ankle up to the top of her thigh. As previously, she encouraged me, in a non verbal way, by moving her ankles apart. This action was not lost on me, i understood what it implied.
I worked her shin briefly, before moving above the knee. Firstly working up the outside of the thigh, then the inside. As i neared the top of her inner thigh i could see her shifting her body, straining to increase the contact. I stopped tantalisingly close to her moistening pussy and retrieved a cushion from a nearby chair. "Raise your hips.", i calmly instructed. Again she complied without hesitation. I slid the cushion under her lower back, which inhibited her movement and would also help with what i had planned.
I resumed massaging her thigh, this time, as i swept up her inner thigh, i grazed a puffy, engorged pussy lip with my trailing fingers. This action illicited a groan from her, and she murmered in an urgent tone, "Take me.", "all in good time" i replied.
I worked up her outer thigh again, before returning up the inner thigh. This time the contact with her pussy was longer and more deliberate. Her writhing on the massage couch had caused the top towel to slip, now revealing her small, tight nipples, both standing like erasers. There was no doubt that she was feeling very turned on.
I worked up her inner thigh once more, again lingering slightly longer at her pussy. Not inserting a finger, but teasing her moist lips and across her aroused clitoris. With each passing stroke she was getting wetter and wetter.
As my hand teased her pussy, i leant forward and took her nipple in my mouth, tracing around the aereola with my tongue, before sucking it gently between my lips and simultaneously stroking it with my tongue.
She tossed her head from side to side saying, "god, i need you now!". I removed my mouth from her erect nipple and focused my attention on her pussy.
Sliding my fingers down between the folds of her tight pussy, before, sliding the back up and circling her clit, which was emerging from it's hood like it was begging for attention.
I scattered gentle butterfly kisses around her freshly waxed mound, her outer lips and the soft flesh of her inner thighs. By this point she had drawn her feet up and splayed her knees to the side. I could smell and taste her arousal, it was intoxicating.
I paused and looked her in the eye and said, "What do you need?", with an almost demonic look in her eyes, which bore deep into my soul, she growled, "i need you in me.".
Having showered tender kisses over her most intimate area, increasing her arousal, without allowing her to orgasm, I stepped back and moved around to the foot of the couch.
Without warning i take a firm grip of each of her ankles and firmly, yet carefully, pulled her towards be. She was now well positioned for what i had planned. Her arms still restrained beneath the couch, hips raised by the cushion and now legs spread wide, presenting her intimate femininity perfectly to me.
Leaning forward, i paused as i inhaled her feminine scent, inspecting her moist, wanton pussy. Not wishing to take her over the edge straight away, i nibbled gently around her inner thighs, deliberately avoiding where she really wanted my mouth.
"If your mouth is as talented as your hands, then i am in for a treat!"
"Well, today is your lucky day, you naughty milf.".
With that i returned my mouth to her body, only this time directly onto her soaking pussy. Sucking her lips, running my tongue up between the folds, savouring her essence, before teasing her clit by drawing a figure of 8. Despite focusing on the job at hand, i could hear her breathing becoming more rapid and heavy.
She had suffered enough exquisite torture already, her body writhing against the restraints holding her in place, i decided now was the moment to allow her the orgasm she so clearly, and desparately, needed.
As the intensity of my oral assault increased, so did her groaning. I could tell by the natural lubrication, that she was nearing the point of release. This spurred me on as my tongue delved deeply into her pussy, simultaneously using the soft, fleshy tip of my nose to stimulate her clit.
"Here it comes, don't stop..." she urged. I doubled down on my efforts, as i wanted this to be an earth shattering orgasm. Mere moments later, my efforts were rewarded as she drew a sharp intake of breath, before letting out a long, low growl. Her pussy responded in kind, and her flowing juices coated my face and her inner thighs and dampened the towel beneath her....
Her body twitched in aftershock from the most intense orgasm she had experienced for as long as she can remember. She sighed contentedly as her body relaxed back into the couch, her legs still splayed. I moved around to the head of the couch, with her essence coating my face and tongue and shared the most passionate kiss either of us had experienced. She was like a woman possessed, desperate to taste herself on my face. Her tongue eagerly thrust into my mouth, trying to explore every part of my mouth.
She propped herself up on her elbows, her hair looking dishevelled, and an almost demonic look of desire in her eyes, as her breathing gradually slowed.
I reached under the couch and deftly released her wrist from the restraint. Like a caged animal experiencing their first taste of freedom, she threw herself at me. Her arms and legs wrapped around me as she kissed me deeply, interspersed by licking her juices from my cheeks.
I suddenly felt over dressed, with her hands clawing at my polo shirt, pulling it over my head and my throbbing erection straining to escape my shorts. I perched her butt on the foot of the couch and laid her back. Her legs still wrapped around my waist, pulling me towards her. I unhooked her ankles from behind me and placed her ankles on my shoulders and deftly slid my baggy shorts down my legs. I was commando, so we are both as naked as each other now. I reached down and grabbed my meaty erection and tapped it enthusiasically on her mound, which illicited a pleasureably groan.....
I grabbed my cock, rubbing up and down along her slit, allowing her to coat the head of my cock with her juices before asking her, in a deep and authoritative tone, "What do you want?"
"Please, just put it in me!", she pleaded, "fuck me with your gorgeous cock".
"As you wish", i replied, gradually feeding my shaft, inch by inch into her warm, soaked pussy. Once fully embedded in her, with my balls resting against her arse cheeks, she let out a long, low groan. "God I have needed this".
I slowly withdrew until only my helmet was lodged between her lips, then i thrust forward again and started pumping rhythmically and powerfully. Squelching sounds overpowered the crackling of the woodburner, intermingled with the occasional creaking from the massage couch.
"Awwwwwww yeeeesssssss" she cried out, her voice raising an octave as she said it, she was climaxing again, and the juices flowed from her pussy, soaking my cock and balls. The warm wetness felt incredible as i continued to plough in and out of her wanton pussy. Releasing her legs, which flopped down, widely spread, i continued my assault, grabbing her hips and stepping up my pace.
A light sheen of sweat was forming on each of our brows as the intensity grew. I could feel that inevitable churning in my balls and knew that i was nearing the point of no return. I could sense, from her body that she was approaching another, more powerful orgasm. So i controlled my breathing, and exercised some self control to ensure that she came again. Shortly after, my efforts were rewarded as i pumped my cock into her, "Fuck yessssss" she exclaimed, as she squeezed my cock out of her pussy, and squirted over my stomach for about 10 seconds.
This was too much for me to take, there was no holding back now. So i helped her off the massage couch and she sank to her knees infront of me and fevourishly wanked my cock aiming the head at her face.
"Give it to me", she demanded, "Shower me in your cum", she didn't have to wait long. The earlier edging, the eroticism of the massage, her squirting and dirty talk, was more than i could take, and the first rope of cum hit her square on the forehead, the second and third on each cheek, the fourth in her mouth, which she duly swallowed. The remaining, less powerful shots landed on her chin and heaving breasts. My head tilted back, as i took in the pure joy of what just happened, only to be woken from my ecstasy by the sensation of her using my cock to scoop the cum off her face before taking me in her mouth to swallow as much as she could.
"You've had your pineapple, haven't you?" she said smiling up at me from her kneeling position... |
