The massage session [Mf] [Mdom] [fsub]

I'm lying on my back, naked, under the blanket when you enter the dim-lit room. You smile and ask some questions about what brings me in today and whether I've had massage before, and soon get to work.

Standing behind my head, you start with my neck. Cradling my head on your palms, your fingers methodically search for signs of muscle tension and massage them into relaxation. You're using some oil. Your touch is gentle, but you've got have strong hands. I can already tell that you're not a delicate woman. You keep a casual conversation going. You ask me about how long I've lived here and what I do. You tell me about yourself and what you think of massage therapy. You explain how the touch releases endorphins leading to a feeling of well-being, and how the modern societies are moving away from intimacy and becoming more isolated. I can hear the faint music in between the conversation. As I look up to talk, I can't help but notice your deep red and full lips. Our gazes meet at times. I'm beginning to get relaxed and turned on. I've had massages before, but this one feels different. I notice that you express agreement with 'um-hmm', long drawn and ending in inflection, as if you're enjoying yourself. I find this strangely arousing. I wonder if you make the same noise while getting your hair pulled.

You move to my side to work on my arms. You pull on my hand as you massage my forearm. I lightly curl my fingers around your hand, and watch out for any signs of hesitation. I don't see any. As you move to my upper arms, I let my hand fall on your waist and gently press against it. I feel your curves through your shirt and cardigan. I find myself getting incredibly aroused as you begin to massage my chest. Your soft palms pressing on my chest muscles. Your slender fingers running through my chest hair, pulling on them occasionally. I'm finding it hard to stay relaxed as I get more and more horny. I press my hand firmly against your lower back, and I still don't see any signs of resistance in your body language or voice. I notice your voice slurring and you pausing to find words to keep the conversation up. I take it that you too are getting a little turned on, and decide to make the move.

I pull you forward with a jerk, making you lie across my chest. You're not voicing any opposition, but trying to wiggle free. I keep a firm grip on your curvy waist. I can feel your soft and fair skin underneath your shirt. I slide my hand up your shirt, and you shudder as my colder hands reach your firm and warm breasts. I run my fingertips around your hard nipples and rub my palm on them. With my other hand I grab your hand and press it against my bulging shaft, before wrapping your fingers around it. You're stroking it gently while looking away from me.

I release my grip and get off the massage table to get behind you. I quickly undo your belt and pull your trousers down to your knees. I run my hands down your back, feeling your contours under the textured cardigan. I pull your cardigan and shirt to your neck, revealing your well-rounded and firm buttocks. I take a moment to admire them as I experience shivers of excitement run through my body. I get down on my knees and squeeze your cheeks and rub my face against them. With all the adrenaline rush, my face feels warm and my ears are tingling. I pry your panties to the side to reveal your pink lips, tucked in between your meaty, yet shapely, thighs. I wrap my arms around your legs and clasp tight, before digging my face between them. You twitch with lust as I kiss your lips softly and nudge your folds using my nose while inhaling your sweet scent. I press myself forcefully against you and start licking, slowly running my tongue along your folds. I can hear you gasp as my tongue begins to probe you.

I kiss your buttock once and ask you to climb the table. With the trousers still around your knees, you do it awkwardly and get on all fours. I climb behind you and run my hand under your cardigan and grab you by the hair. I drive your head into the pillow, forcing you to get down on your elbows. Your thick thighs waiting inches away from mine. I press my shaft between your butt cheeks as I lean forward to rest myself on your back, putting my weight on you. You struggle to stay on all fours. I rub my face against your hair, feeling its silky texture on my skin. I can hear your ragged breath. I nibble on your neck as I take in the sweet smell of your scented hair. I'm so overwhelmed by lust now that I don't know what to do to you. I just pull on your hair hard and lick your neck as I try to make up my mind. Overcome by desire yourself, you release a muffled groan into the pillow and convulse. Your voice struggles to whisper, 'I can't wait anymore. Fuck me.'

I pull myself into activity as I hear those words. I get back on my knees and grab you by the waist. You gasp as I push my shaft into your depths. I start making slow thrust and feel your tightness gripping my girth. I grab your hair into a ponytail and pull your head back, making your back arch. I caress your soft belly with my other hand, circling my fingertip around your belly-button. I change my cadence to make shallow and quicker thrusts. I love the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. You hiss as I reach down and I rub my fingers against your clit. I push myself all the way in and stop thrusting. I keep pressing on, feeling the sensations all over the shaft. While pressed all the way inside, I make micro-jerks making your soft body jiggle. I hear you moan. It's time for some pounding now. I resume thrusting and increase the pace. The table begins to rattle. Concerned about your assistant sitting outside, you ask me to slow down a bit. I lift my knees and support myself on my feet and rest my palms on your shoulders. I pound you at a gradually increasing pace, and feel your body tense up before it quivers and relaxes. You orgasm with a muffled grunt. However, I'm not done yet.

I pull the pillows under your hips, and push you down to lie on your belly with your butt sticking out. I pull your arms back and pin your hands under the pillow. I sit on you and rest my palms on your shoulder blades. I rub my shaft between your ass cheeks for a while, before penetrating you again. I make slow and deep thrusts. As I keep pulling back for the next thrust, I press my weight on your shoulders, burying you into the mattress. You moan softly as you spread your legs to allow deeper penetration. With each thrust I see your buttocks jiggle, making me more and more lusty. My breath becomes heavier as I begin to approach orgasm. Taking the cue from my shallow and quicker thrusts, you squeeze your legs together to grip on my organ harder. My shaft head rapidly rubs against your tightly clenched walls and I release my warm sap inside you. I continue to sit on you for a minute to catch my breath before I let you get up.

You take a few minutes to sort yourself. Switching to your calm professional voice, 'I'm going to step out and let you get dressed in here. My assistant will schedule your next appointment'.

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