Inappropriate Masseur

She undressed and lay on the massage table. We proceed with some flirty chitchat while I put on some soft, relaxing music, light some candles and dim the lights and to create an atmosphere of tranquility.

As I began kneading her body, she found herself fantasising about things taking a sexy turn. Seeing her perfect womanly curves made my heart start to race. She was so sexy.

Everything was proceeding as normal until I progressed up her legs to her lower back and she suddenly froze. Quietly, I asked if she was comfortable. She responded that she was very comfortable. Then I whispered in her ear, ‘You’re not wearing knickers.’

Embarrassed, she profusely apologies and tells me that she thought I had meant to take all off her clothes off. She tells me she could put them back on, but I reassured her that it was fine and continued with the massage.

There was a shift in energy. She thought she had picked up on some tension and desire. But she was probably letting her fantasy get the best of her.

Then, as I slowly caressed her thighs, closer and closer to her throbbing pussy, she was mortified when she let out a slight moan. Instead of pulling away, I again whispered in her ear — this time, asking if I could touch her.

She couldn’t believe this was happening. Her fantasy jumped right out of her kinky daydream and into reality. Her mind was racing — did she feel safe? Yes! Was this consensual? Yes!

She told me a resounding ‘yes’ and made it clear she wanted me to touch her. I didn’t move directly to her vulva, but continued working her inner thighs. Just when she couldn’t stand the anticipation any longer, I finally traced a finger around her sweet pussy, then spread the lips apart to rub her clit. My cock is now rock hard.

She had to bite the pillow so her moans would be muted — the walls were very thin. The risk of possibly getting caught by the neighbours made the already steamy experience so much hotter.

As I massaged her clit, she moaned and I came to whisper in in her ear again. This time, asking her if she knew how wet she was. She nodded and guided my hand back to her pussy. I alternated between massaging her upper thighs and slipping my fingers inside of her over and over again. She nudged her hips towards my hands to encourage me to continue.

Every cell of her body was alert, wondering where my hands would go next. I told her to turn over and asked for permission to touch her breasts. As I massaged them, her nipples became erect and her body was shaking with ecstasy. She was close to climaxing but she also didn’t want to rush this tantalising experience one bit.

Desperate to feel my mouth on her body, she guides my head to her breasts and I relished as I lick, suck, rub and bite her breasts and nipples. My hand made its way back to her vulva and I slipped my fingers inside her while simultaneously rubbing her clit with my thumb. Her whole body felt alive.

I used my tongue to find my way down from her breasts to her clit, while my expert fingers continued to rub against her G-spot. Releasing all inhibitions, she grinds her mound into my face as I devour her sweet kitty and massage her G-spot. I am squeezing, stroking, licking, fingering …. all I can say is WOW!!

And for the next 30–40 minutes, I swear to God, she must’ve had no less than SIX massive orgasms!

I had to know what it felt like to penetrate her. I asked her if she is ready. She reaches over and starts stroking my rock hard manhood. Then say's I'm so ready please, give it to me now.