Dirty masseur

The last few months I had accumulated too much stress on my body, and with the opening of a massage center close to home, there seemed no excuse to delay any longer, dedicating a few hours to my peace.

I entered the assigned room and, following the instructions, I undressed, lay on my back and placed the towel over my body. It didn’t take long for the masseur to enter. He asked me about my posture habits and if I had any specific trouble spots or if I wanted the relaxing special for those who, like me, worked in front of the computer all day.

I opted for the special, for that reason to pay tribute to my tortured body. With soft music in the background and soft lighting, he began by gently massaging my shoulders, neck, scalp, arms …

Focusing on the brush of his hands on my skin was managing to dispel everything else from my mind. I just visualized his fingers, the soothing oil that helped them glide, and how well he was going to sleep that night. I felt the touch of him now on my feet, with a masterful massage that made me completely bristle, then up my calf and thighs. He asked me to turn around, and I was so comfortable with this handsome man that I almost expected that, holding the towel, he would peek underneath. He did not do it. With great professionalism he continued to massage my back, going down towards my lumbar region until he reached my buttocks. You can’t even imagine the amount of tension that I can accumulate in that area; he noticed it and worked the area with gentle firmness.

I was so relaxed … The mind began to wander, with that massage I was relaxing, but also exciting. I imagined the fingers of my skilled masseuse accidentally penetrating between my buttocks, my hips rising subtly as if inviting him to repeat the accident, this time with the intention of a greater friction. And I felt it, maybe he read my mind, but his fingers, while massaging my ass, opened it gently, caressing the anus with his big toe in each stroke.

I remained motionless, timid and seized by curiosity. I just let him do it and enjoy it. One of his hands was looking for my vulva, caressing it and inserting a pair of fingers between his lips, then entering my lubricated vagina. I spread my legs slightly, trying to make it look casual. He continued to stimulate my orifices, delicately, masterfully, causing me little moans impossible to hide. He moved his hips as if wanting to dance, asking for more, asking for everything.

He inserted a second finger into my anus and increased the pace in both holes, making sure that, in the meantime, he was getting a good stimulation on the clitoris. She couldn’t believe he was about to double orgasm at the hands of a stranger. I clung to the edge of the gurney with my hands and began to whisper to him how close he was, begging him not to stop. He lowered his mouth to my ass and bit down hard, his hands moving rhythmically, setting off the explosion between my legs and a series of pleasant convulsions.

I bounced hard with the last seizure. “Are you okay?” He asked me. Luckily, he continued speaking before he could reply: “You have been asleep for a long time, I already thought you should set your alarm clock for tomorrow,” he smiled.

“Yes, it’s that … you have very good hands and I have relaxed a lot …”, I replied. It was not a lie, only that in my mind his hands had done much more for my relaxation. Now I was intrigued if it was all my imagination, or if he really would have such an ability. “Hey, do you want a drink when you get out of work?” asked. “Why not, so we can … uh … talk about some exercises that will come in handy and you will enjoy,” he pointed out with a mischievous grin.

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