Paying Back My Massage Therapist [FF]

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My massage therapist learns a new trick [FFM] from eroticliterature

She turned back to face me, eyes filled with a sudden need. “Jane, I know I’m the one that’s supposed to be doing the massages but do you think you could touch me like that?”

The happy smile on my face spread even wider. “Darling girl, I thought you would never ask.”

As I stood to face her, I realized the stark contrast between us. I was short and curvy, the years filling out my body with curves that begged to be touched. She was young, tall and thin, her body just waiting for an experienced woman’s touch. My long dark hair cascaded down my back while her hair was up in a no nonsense bun. Of course, the biggest difference was that I had just had an earthshaking orgasm and was completely nude after being at her mercy just seconds ago.

Somehow though, it was clear that despite my vulnerability I was firmly back in control. My hand drifted from her cheek to lightly trace my thumb across her lips as her needy eyes drew me gaze in. They parted slightly and her body shuddered a little. This was definitely going to be fun. I pull her hair loose as it falls across her shoulders.

I step back a bit to take her in. Her eyes shift downward, bashful but quickly take in my body before darting back up nervously. I smile slowly as I maintain my gaze.

“Let’s even this up a bit, first” I say, drifting slowly closer. I take her hand in my mine, coated with my juices. I bring it up to my mouth, eyes glued to hers as I slide the wet fingers into my mouth and lick and suck them. The taste reminding me just how wanton I was just a few minutes ago. I keep her hand, grab the second as I start to circle around her, pulling them up, over and behind her head, fingers locked in mine. I put my other hand across her waist as I step behind her and pull her tight against me. She feels my heavy breasts squeezed between us, the hard long nipples pressing into her back. My hand glides slowly up her waist, sliding her top up with it. I lift the top up over her head, but leave it tangling her hands behind her. I use it to keep her hands tight behind her hair as my hand wanders back down her body. She is breathing heavily now as I continue to kiss, lick and suck along that sexy neck. She is not wearing a bra, her breasts young, small and firm, sitting high and proud. My fingers lightly drift along her chest, delicately tracing each nipple as I tease them out. She sighs and thrusts her chest out, seeking more. I begin to grab more firmly, massaging her breasts, lightly rolling her nipples in my finger.

“Okay, baby” I whisper in her ear. “You want more?” She let’s out a breathy yes as my hand moves back down towards her waist. I’m moving slowly as I feel her start to grind against me, shifting her hips as she tries to get my hand closer to what she wants. My hand dips below the waistband of her pants, moving so slowly. She quickly raises on her tip toes, causing my fingers to hit the top of her wet slit as she gasps. I quickly slide them down the sides of her wet slit, avoiding her clit. She gives a needy little whine.

“So greedy!” I chide into her ear before moving my hands around her waist, shoving the loose pants off her hips to pool at her feet. I pull her hands back over her head and led her back to the massage table. I guided her back onto the table, sliding her over the wet spot I had left. I stretched her hands to the top of the table. “You hold on to this table, beautiful and you do not let go.”

She gasped a little at my tone, and I could see her hold on tight. I ran my hand along her back. I knew I wouldn’t be able to match her skilled hands in a massage, but I wanted to give at least a little of the same experience I got. I decided to focus on what I knew best. Gentle, light caresses across her neck, then over her shoulders. I moved down her sides, following her slight curves. I let my hands drift a little in front as I cross her hips. Her ass lifted off the table as she desperately wanted my touch. I slid my hands up and firmly pushed her ass down. “Patience, precious.” I let my hands drift down the outsides of her thighs, then slowly up the inside. Watching each shudder of her body as her legs spread wider and wider. As I reached the top of the inside of her thigh, her hips shifted forward, tilting her cute little pussy towards me. My finger drifted up her lips, drawing out moans and sighs as her body begged for more and more. I play her like a fiddle, years of experience letting me bring her higher and higher, but not allowing her to go over the edge. Her back is arched almost into a yoga pose as she tries to push back into my hand. Her desperation has made me hungry again. My cunt is dripping almost as much as hers at this point. I step away from her, pulling my hand away. She gave out a needy whine.

My arms slid around her waist and pull her off the massage table. As her body was pulled up against me, I looked into her eyes and suddenly realized that after all this, we still hadn’t even kissed. Emily licked her lips. We moved together, lips met, soft and sweet before our hunger took over and our tongues to lash against each other. As we kissed I pressed her back until she was leaning up against the massage table again.

I had to taste her. I pulled her hair back and kissed down her throat before dropping to my knees in front of her. I had lost my patience as the need began to consume me again. I looked up at Emily and saw her eyes, wild, excited and begging. She was dripping and I started way down at the bottom of her slit, making my tongue wide and flat as I dragged it all the way to her clit before swirling around it. Her juices tasted delicious and I soon buried my tongue inside her. Moving between her lips and her clit as I devoured every part of her. She was very rapidly approaching her first orgasm as I slipped two fingers into her tight little hole and she came hard. I continued, as she started to slip down, her legs feeling weak.

“Hey, I’m not done with you!” I said with a smirk as I laid back, pulling her on top of me. I did a little more sloppy kissing as she started to relax a bit before I went after what I really wanted. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up to my face. She let out an adorably surprised yelp, before letting out a moan as I pulled her into my face. I kept a firm grip on her hips as I ground her cunt onto my tongue, trying to bury my face as firmly as I could in her folds. She was moaning and crying out as I relentlessly pleasured her. She started riding hard, throwing her hips into it as she slid across my face. Soon she was locked in the throes of another orgasm as her thighs tightened around my head and her body stiffened. I started softly, gently caressing her with my tongue as my hands slid up and down her back.

“That was incredible” she said as she started to lift off, but I grabbed her hard again and rolled her onto her back, pinning her hips to the ground again as I continued to devour her. She cried out again, sensitive and reaching her limits.

I gave her everything. Fingers slipped inside. I kissed, I licked, I gently nibbled and bit. I sucked her lips into my mouth, attacked her clit. My fingers even slid down and stroked her tight little asshole a bit. She came hard again with a long and loud groan, then pushed my face away. She rolled over on her side, flushed panting and spent. I laid down on the floor next to her and put my arm around her and just basked in the glow of it all.

After a few minutes of silence, I tucked my chin over her shoulder and whispered in her ear.

“We really should thank Cole properly for his help, don’t you think?”

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