I go to a nearby high-end spa twice per week for massages. Always wonderful and totally worthwhile. Because I think he resembles Jason Momoa in some ways, I always ask for the same massage. Hahaha. However, he is enormous, ripped, handsome, and excellent at what he does. Just a plus, the looks.
Aaaannnnyyyhow. I made careful to mention that I’ve been feeling particularly tight when I walked in for my visit yesterday because I wasn’t sure where it was coming from. My lower back is usually the culprit, so I assumed it was something there. He oiled me and gave me a slow, careful rubdown. I should also say that I have a nasty habit of wailing like I’m experiencing the most amazing orgasms ever. Management has urged me to try to be quieter, but I just can’t. That’s too good. Before I noticed the enormous bulge in his pants, he had never expressed his feelings to me, so I had no idea how he must have felt.
I raised my head up as he was almost finished working on my back and was almost face to face with him. Through his jeans, I swear I could see the throbbing of his cock. He stepped away, pulled the towel up over my back, and said he was done as I couldn’t help but exclaim, “Wow!” He promised to return in five minutes to discuss what I would like done the next time. After seeing his enormous dick, I decided to flip over and touch my moist pussy for a while before the five minutes I have to get up and get dressed. I normally finish things quickly when I do them myself, so there seemed to be little risk.
Well, I became too involved. Since I didn’t respond when he knocked, he must have just strolled in. I was fingering myself like an animal with my legs spread wide in the air. He quickly shut the door behind him while standing there and glaring at me. I took a chance and continued because I was so horny. My wet hole is being poked and prodded by fingers. He groaningly reached for his cock through his pants. His magnificent thick cock was withdrawn by his hand sneaking inside. He watched me while stroking himself.
He stroked a little quicker and remarked, “I’ll cum to quick if I fuck you, I’ve thought about it way too many times.” He walked over to me and said, “Let me sample for now.” He withdrew my fingers out of his mouth, licked them clean, and then lowered his face to my hips, burying his face in my sore cunt. Like it was his last meal, he licked and sucked on my genitalia. I believed I had passed away and been transported to heaven as he pushed three fingers inside me while flicking his tongue over my clit. He. Didn’t. Stop. I informed him that I would be cum. He paid no attention. He made more effort. My body started to quake and shake because I was unable to hold back any longer, and I hurled my bodily fluids all over him. I drenched the space. I wet the mattress. Everything. When it finally dawned on him that he had just made me squirt all over him, he started cupping handsfree. Despite how shocked and perplexed he appeared to be, he must have liked it. So there we were, covered in sperm, waiting for his next appointment while I still desired his massive cock. He explained that I was paying for extra time today and that he had found someone else to take care of his client. He seems to be addicted to making me cum right now. He claimed he would be especially hungry and would be coming over later.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/y6xfka/my_massage_therapist_made_me_cum_23f_fm_cum
Very hot, part 2? 😉