Massage effect is normal
"Are you ready for the appointment?" The masseur's deep voice echoed in the room. I was wearing yoga pants and a tank top, with my hair in a messy bun. I've been waiting for this appointment for weeks. I turned to say hello to the therapist, trying not to stare.
He was dressed in white, a color that accentuated his tan skin. He was tall—at least taller than my ex-boyfriend—and even though his shirt was baggy, I could see the tautness of his muscles underneath. He smiled like he knew what I was thinking, with all his dimples and white teeth. The color of the stubble on his cheeks and chin matched his chocolate brown hair, but...
I stared again.
"I'm sorry," I gasped, then panicked as I realized I'd almost admitted to staring. “I was out of practice when it came to self-care.”
"Don't worry," the therapist said, turning off the lights and turning on the diffuser. "My name is Dante. Is there anything in particular you want to focus on today?"
"Just general relaxation," I replied. "My whole body was tense."
His eyes twinkled at my words—or was it my imagination? No... cheer up! He is a professional.
"Okay. I'll give you your room - just call my name when you're ready."
“It’s just—” I pointed to the massage table. "Take everything off?"
"If you're comfortable with that. Then crawl under the towel."
Dante left, and damn, the lingering scent of his cologne wasn't enough to make me grit my teeth. It's my own fault. Massage foreplay has always been a favorite of mine – I’m understandably a little excited.
I took off my clothes and then slowly took off my thong and bra. The air was cold and my nipples were sticking out, but I quickly covered them with a towel. When Dante returned, I was lying face down on the table.
"Perfect," he growled, sliding a hand over my shoulder. "Let's start."
He folded the towel just enough to expose my lower back and got to work. The oil he poured on my skin was warm, and it was hard not to moan at the first touch of his big hands. He trained my muscles with expert care and I enjoyed the embrace of his cologne and his touch.
When it was time to move to my legs, he adjusted the towel again.
"We can provide you with partial coverage if you want."
"No," I said, my voice sounding a little breathless, which embarrassed me. I cleared my throat. "You can take the towel off if that helps."
He did this by pulling it down and exposing my ass in slow motion. Is it my imagination or his hesitation?
"Calves and feet first," he said, almost as if talking to himself.
I actually let out a moan as he started rubbing my calves and feet. It felt so good, like I turned into liquid for him. He slowly moved up until he was massaging the back of my thighs. My hips rocked under the pressure Dante was exerting, and maybe I was a bad person—but I spread my legs a little. I doubt he'll even notice.
He started stimulating my gluteal muscles and to my surprise my pussy got wet. I imagined him taking me to the table.
I let out another small gasp when he found a particularly sensitive spot.
"Okay?" I confirmed that it was, and he worked harder at it. After a few seconds he stopped. "If you feel comfortable, bending your left knee will help me untie this knot." With a slight shiver running through my body, I slowly bent my knee, exposing my entire ass to him.
His fingers traced lines on my cheek, then slid down a little. He was still moving in slow, subtle circles, and when he made contact with the outer lips of my vagina for the first time, I could almost tell myself it was an accident. He hummed deep in his throat, the hesitant touch returning. I keep my head down but arch my back slightly, subtly giving him more access if he wants it.
One hand was on my shoulder, and the other dropped. Gradually he started massaging my vagina and fingering me. I was getting wetter and I just knew he could feel what he was doing to me.
"Dante...?" I whispered, the pressure building in my pussy. I spread my legs wider, I could barely control it, and then I felt his first finger enter me. I gasped and he pushed further in, up to my ankles. He swirled the juices that collected there and slowly...very slowly...began pumping his fingers in and out of me. My skin trembled again, and Dante held out another finger.
Within seconds I was completely at his mercy as he finger fucked me. He did something I'd never felt before - he twisted, rolled, almost pushed me over the edge - and then pulled away. He quietly walked to the head of the massage table and started massaging my neck and shoulders. I was about to beg for more when I felt his erection press against my shoulders.
"Shh," he whispered and massaged me
neck. "The hall was packed."
I kept my head down but reached forward with an oily hand. He grunted as my hand found its way through his pants to the bulge of his cock and slid it inside. His skin was smooth and his cock was warm in my hand. As he oiled me up, I started slowly masturbating him. My hips twitched involuntarily, craving friction, and Dante held his breath as he continued massaging me. We stayed like this for a few minutes, him running his fingers through my hair and I was instantly wet.His cock twitched in my hand and he grunted.
"Not yet." Then he withdrew. He now returned to the other end of the bed and started massaging my thighs again. "You feel so good...but how does it taste?" He pushed my legs apart and I almost screamed as he pulled me back onto the table. I felt the weight of his shoulders on my knees and then his tongue entered me. No warning. I was in his territory and couldn't get enough.
The way he ate me was crazy - just teeth, tongue and lips. My back hit his face without realizing it. It was all I could do not to scream with joy.
As he sucked on my clit, I began to slowly tremble inside.
"Yes," he growled, his voice muffled by the lips of my vagina. "Cum on my face - quietly." However, his words contradicted his actions because once he told me to be quiet, he slid a finger inside me along his tongue. I let out a scream of pleasure before my orgasm overwhelmed me.
I don't know if I was loud, but I swear when I put his face on the massage table, I saw stars. He licked my ass and blew me until I couldn't even remember my name while moaning softly in pleasure. Before I could catch my breath, he pushed me forward again.
"Knees," he whispered, and I crawled on all fours. The massage table was lowered closer to the floor, making it easier for him to align his legs behind me. "You said you were tight everywhere...let's see."
He wasn't gentle with me, but the oil and my own cum made it easy for him to penetrate me deep on the first thrust. He doesn't waste time.
I rolled on top of him and he grabbed my nipples, kneading them with his strong hands.
"That's right," he whispered, his voice trembling, trying not to be heard in the hall. "Work with me."
In a feverish, tense, lustful silence, we fucked each other violently. The massage table didn't squeak and the oil eliminated the sound of our bodies hitting each other. I've never fucked me as fast and hard as Dante fucked me now.
Sometimes I flip over the table and let him penetrate deeper, my legs resting on his shoulders. He grabbed my ass with his fist and slammed into me. To remain silent is the most delicious form of torture. He held me while massaging my ass, lifting me up and then lowering me down deeper.
"Doctor?" came a voice from outside. We froze, his cock buried deep inside me. "I have papers to sign."
"Wait a moment."
We dragged each other off the massage table and almost slipped in the oil, but he didn't let his cock slip out. It wasn't until we reached the door that he let go of himself and let me kneel behind the door. I started deepthroating him just as Dante opened the door to reveal his executive assistant. I could taste my own cum mixed with his and I gently slid my teeth along the length of his cock. His knuckles turned white against the door frame and I sucked hard, drooling and swallowing down his cock. I couldn't make out what he was saying, but it didn't sound very convincing. My breasts bounced as I pushed him deeper and deeper into my throat, until he finally grunted and nearly slammed the door in the administrator's face.
"You," he whispered, pulling me back onto the massage table. "you belong to Me."
Our current actions are hasty and frantic. I lay on my back with one leg up, and he had one foot on the bed and one on the floor. My pussy was craving release and I could feel his balls getting tighter and tighter. I started shaking and he knew I was close.
"I'm gonna cum inside you," he growled in a soft whisper. My voice shook and my breasts jiggled under the weight of his thrusts. He grabbed them with his hands and twisted my nipples.
"Yes," I gasped. "As deep as you can. - Yes - Yes!" I reached down and picked up his ball. "That pushed him to his limit and he pounded into me so hard I felt it in my cervix and then he pounded into me and came hard and long.
I started shaking as the pressure built up, and I followed him. I couldn't help but scream. He pulled everything out of me until it was leaking out of the sides of my pussy, deeper and deeper until I had nothing left.
Finally he pulled away and we were all breathing heavily, trying to gather ourselves together.
"Same date next week?"
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