[F]ucking my [m]assage therapist

Obligatory long time lurker, first time poster disclaimer.

We’ve been out a few times already and this wasn’t the first time we had fucked. But it was definitely the best up to this point.

It was the Sunday night before my birthday. I went to his private massage office which is incredibly convenient to my house. One of the biggest perks of dating a massage therapist is the excellent back rubs and I take just a little advantage. We enter his office together and I help him put the sheets on the table while we small talk.

I’m used to being naked around Stan (not his real name). Once the table is set up, I go ahead and strip down and lie face down under the sheet. How this differs from a massage to one of his regular clients is that he strips down as well.

My face should be resting in the head cradle, but I love seeing him naked, so I watch as he finishes getting ready.

He’s a mix of things. Some German. Some Thai. Some Chinese. Tall, olive skin, thick body that I don’t want to stop touching. And some shoulder tattoos that my eyes love to linger on.

I remember the first time I met him. I didn’t think much of him. But he’s the kind of person that gets infinitely more attractive the more you talk to them. Something about his playfulness and sharp wit ignites my lady boner.

I digress.

He starts by warming the lotion in his hands and placing them on my back, pushing down along my spine. I feel the clicks. We talk about nothing and everything. Every little while, he pokes me with his cock – on the arm, in my hair. I laugh. When I reach out for him because I’m dying for more of his flesh, he admonishes me and tells me to be still.

Always the professional.

I’m more comfortable with him now than when we were first together. The moans I once stiffled as his hands pressed deeply into me are loud and unashamed.

He’s thorough. Back, arms, legs, shoulders. Sure, he playfully rests his cock on my forehead when I turn over for him to do my front side, but this is all leading up to him making my eyes roll back in my head. Luckily we both think sex should be playful.

As a woman, how many times has your partner ever given you a massage for longer than five minutes? I didn’t know it was possible until him. He massaged me for a full ninety minutes. And even when I spread my legs as he was working on me, he barely just grazed my lady lips.

The end of his massage is neck and head. He turns and cradles the side of my face with one hand as the other works on me. It’s my favorite part. Something about the warmth and strength of his hands on the side of my head really turns me on.

When he was done, he made the same joke he always makes about leaving the money on the table and me getting out. But I’m wise to his bullshit. I scoot over and he climbs up on the table with me, his back to me. I take advantage. One arm under his neck, wrapped around to his front. The other palm lies flat and travels up and down his side. Over his hips and down his thigh. Up over his great ass and to his shoulders. Down his front. I squeeze my body to his. I feel electricity coursing through me as my lady fires burn.

He’s had enough of the tease. He grabs my hand and puts it on his cock. I haven’t had enough of the tease. I stroke him gently and sweetly kiss his neck. He turns around to me and devours my mouth. Get him wound up and he gets a little animalistic, just how I like them.

He makes me scoot down to the bottom of the table and like on my back with my legs dangling over. I know what’s coming and I’ll never get enough of it. Stan gets on his knees and places my legs on either of his shoulders. He’s definitely stronger than me and I’m not afraid that he can’t take the weight of my thick thighs.

Stan knows I love the tease as well. He licks me softly. I arch up so I can see him between my legs – one of my favorite views. Kisses on the thighs. Kisses on the clit. Soft, slow licks. Steady licks. Building me up. I ask him to put his fingers inside of me.

He uses his hands every day for his job. That translates to him being quite good at finding the gspot. He finds it and it doesn’t take me long to start panting and coming up off the table – orgasm after orgasm hits me. He makes me cum until I get the sensitive giggles.

Something that’s nice about most of my partners is that they get very excited about making me cum. I find that advantageous. Because making me cum over and over got him ready to go. He stood up, put on a condom, and put my legs in the air, holding them tight to him as he guided his hard cock into my soaking wet pussy.

I love the moment a cock sinks into me. I like to close my eyes and feel every inch spread me open and filling me. I was already sensitive. A shivering mess as he started to pound me. While he was drilling me, he was also holding my legs and giving me sweet kisses on my legs – fingers digging into my skin.

The look of him pleases me. The pleasure on his face adds to mine. He has me bend over the massage table. I’m on my tippy toes and he slides back in. Stan isn’t gentle. He doesn’t need to be. His speed, depth, and the angle really do it for me. His strong hands grab and dig into my hips. I’m in heaven. I get there again and again – my cunt tightening and spasming around him each time. It doesn’t take him long to get there either.

He cums really hard every time we fuck. His whole body convulses and his cock jumps so beautifully. It always makes me cum. As soon as I feel him start to shake, I cum – loudly and nearly violently. He pumps in a few more times, shuddering. Then just stays inside. I tighten my cunt muscles around him rhythmically – enjoying how his body spasms as I do.

When he pulls out, I just let my legs go weak and I slide down the table. Completely and utterly pleased.

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