Got [F]ace-fucked by my [M]asseuse

So this happened just as I left university and right before I moved away to a quieter part of the country. My time at university had a lot of stories but this is one of my fondest memories. For context I’m brunette, about 5’3 and mostly legs and bum, pics on my profile. ..

My sport required me to be in top shape at all times and regularly received massages to aid my recovery.
I used my local physio which tended to be run by students straight out of the same uni, so I knew a bunch of the guys and girls. It was a typical physio studio; defintely not a seedy massage parlour or even a particularly relaxing environment. There is nothing in there that would typically put anyone into a sexual mood, however as much as sex wasn’t on my mind as soon as somebody starts working my body I find my mind wandering.

My masseuse on the day I had known few years back from our university days. He was about 5’10, athletic footballer build, dark hair with a nice covering on stubble. Nothing ever had happened, we were just friends and I really didn’t think he saw me in any other kind of way.

The massage started like any other sports massage, he would ease me in slowly building the pressure. Kneading out all knots and tension from another day at the gym. Nothing was out of the normal, small chit chat passed the time though he seemed to progress at a slower rate than normal.

He worked his way up my hamstrings, worked around my glutes but on a second pass I noticed that he had creeped further up the inside of my thigh. I was wearing pretty short shorts, my arse hangs out at the best of times but these really didn’t leave any where to hide. More importantly they were loose so they could be moved and pulled at a whim. This was all purely for convenience and hadn’t intended to be suggestive in any way.

He was defintely noticeably high inside my thigh. He grazed the outside of my Vulva. I still wasn’t fully convinced this was intentional so I lay there motionless wondering what might happen next. I could feel myself getting wetter as he traced lines around me. The swift unmistakeable tug of the shorts as his thumb slipped underneath as I lay face down with my arms to my side. His thumb slid over my pussy, I couldn’t tell if he was surprised by how quickly I had been turned on but he saw it as an invite to be more bold.

From where my arms were at my side I could feel him lean in and rest his swollen cock on my hands. He leaned down, my face still in the massage table hole, and asked me to feel it. I wrapped my hand around his cock getting acquainted with its size through his shorts. He hadn’t missed a beat on my pussy this whole time. In unison he slid his thumb from my shorts, moved towards the head of the table and slid his shorts down springing free his big cock. It was eye level as I lifted my head from the hole in the table. I didn’t need an invitation this time, I love sucking cock. I cupped his balls dragging him closer so I could fit more of his cock in my mouth. His sigh told me I was on the right track. I could feel him lean over me trying to find his way back into my shorts, the angle was awkward so not wanting to miss out on my own pleasure I rolled over onto my back with my head handing off the end of the bed. Not only did this serve as an invitation for him to get back to work, it meant I was in a better position to slide as much of his cock into my throat. The combination of the moment, the cock in my mouth and this professional masseuse leaning over me had me right on the edge of orgasm. His pace picked up as well, he was getting more confident stuffing his cock down my throat knowing I could take all of it to the base. The pressure on my clit was building and building as I dribbled and spluttered all over his dick as I could feel it roll down my face. I came hard. My legs shaking in an unmistakable sense of bliss. He withdrew his hand, not without wiping his fingers clean on my shorts, cheeky bastard. He used his free hands to play with my tits as his rhythm picked up. He muttered something I can only discern as his heads up he was going to cum. I felt jet after jet shoot down my throat and coat the inside of my mouth. He held there for a moment as I was trying to swallow the remnants as to not leave any evidence behind.

“Do you want to roll back over?” Was all he said to me as his cock had finally deflated in my mouth. Not much more was said as he finished the massage slightly later than initially planned. I thanked him and said I’ll see him soon. I actually ended up moving just after this all occurred so I never saw him again though he does hint occasionally when he pops up on social media.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/krxnvm/got_facefucked_by_my_masseuse