Massage fantasy achieved [MF]

Massage Fantasy Achieved

u/maybeishouldntpostit wrote up her experience with me (M)

It was incredible from my point of view.

I felt in complete control, like I was in the matrix. Everything I did was gold. I could see the next move before it happened. All of my strokes were perfect and this was due to our chemistry, which was there Bessie I knew the exact boundaries.

Without further ado, here it is from her perspective:

Massage Fantasy Achieved!!

I walked into the spa wearing my pink and gold pineapple facemask (because I’m socially responsible like that) and see a tall broad gentleman. I was thankful for the mask because I was grinning like an idiot. He led me to a small room with low lighting, relaxing music, and a massage table and my skin was already tingling. He told me in a low tone, through his own mask, to undress and lay prone under the sheet. He stepped out, as this would be normal procedure, but it made me chuckle a bit because I knew he was going to not only see me naked but have his hands all over me in a few short minutes. I followed his directions (like the good little submissive woman I am) and sighed with contentment as the soft sheet settled over my tingling skin. I rested my face down on the cushion and tried to collect myself, recalling his reminder that this was his place of employment and I wouldn’t be able to make any noise. Me? Not make noise? Fuck, this was going to be torture by pleasure!

There was a soft knock on the door and I softly said, “I’m ready for you.” Boy, was I ever! I heard him enter the room and realized with my face down and eyes closed I would have additional capacity for sensation. He said softly, “I tend to run hot, even though it’s cool in here, so I’m going to remove my sweatpants.” I lifted my head briefly to see that he was wearing basketball shorts and I imagined him getting hard as he caressed my skin, knowing he was fulfilling my fantasy. I felt the sheet lift from my back to settle gently at the top curve of my ass, the cool air (and anticipation) making me shiver. As soon as his warm, broad, oiled hands touched me my pussy pulsed. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so aware of the potential of being touched. I’m so glad that I knew beforehand that his hands would wander where no masseur’s hands had been before because it didn’t matter if they were on my shoulders or my feet – all I could think about was his slick fingers rubbing my pussy, parting my lips, and slipping inside me.

His hands pressed against my shoulders and slid down my back but the closer the got to the sheet the more impossible it became to relax. My lower back arched, begging him to go lower, but his fingers stopped short. Who knew the sheet resting just so on my ass would be so sensual – as I arched or tensed it would shift and slide against my sensitive skin, reminding me where I wanted his hands. My breathing was a bit ragged as his hands receded. His strong fingers worked the muscles of my shoulders and I let out a low moan which was met with a whisper in my ear, “You’ve got to quieter than that.” I grimaced and tried to control myself, fearful he would stop again or worse: ask me to leave. He lifted both hands from me, which he barely did the entire time I was there, and the anticipation of his touch but not knowing where it would be made my entire body shiver. It felt like ages before his hands slid down my body again but instead of staying close to my spine, they parted to follow the line of my hips and slid between the table and my pelvis. A quiet breathy, “fuuuck” escaped my lips, my whole body shaking, my breathing frantic, which was met with a stern “shh!” I loved when he would lean down close to me as he worked the coconut oil into my skin and I could hear him exhale. He was so close and I imagined his lips or tongue trailing along my back; I imagined his hard cock, begging to be released from his shorts. At times he would lean across me and I could feel material brush against my arm and hoped for a brief feel of the erection I suspected was present.

The teasing sheet was lifted and settled high on my shoulders and I don’t know if the whine escaped my lips or not but I definitely pouted inside – my pussy was pulsing and my ass needed far more undivided attention! But oh – oh god, the magic floating sheet exposed my left leg from toe to tushy and the pulsing intensified. For crying out loud he was applying pressure to the arch of my foot and I was on the brink of cuming with my legs slightly parted, thinking of his hands trailing all the way up to my wet pussy. My body shook as his hands traveled up, inch by inch, caressing my thigh. When his fingers grazed my pussy lips I just about lost it – biting my lip hard to keep the moan in my throat. He was flirting with making me cum without even touching my clit. I wanted to cry when he moved away from my desired destination to shift the sheet to expose my other leg and the torture continued.

After a maddening amount of time he instructed me to flip over. Oh god yes. Yes yes yes. Please!! I turned and I involuntarily stretched – all the pent up sexual energy causing tension that needed some kind of release – my back arching, breasts out, arms over my head. I blinked to try to adjust to the light and got my first in-person, no mask, glimpse of my fantasy man – the man with all the control and restraint. He stood to the side with one hand teasing my upper thigh and the other slowly approaching my breast. My other hand went to cover my mouth as he kneaded my breast, teasing the nipple, and the tension was rising alarmingly quickly. He shifted to stand behind my head, both oiled hands on my breasts and my hips gyrated by their own volition. My hands were back behind me and I felt the unmistakable hardness of his cock through his basketball shorts. As his hands teased, so did mine, rubbing along his length, encircling his head.

He stepped back, walking around me to stand by my hips and resting a hand right at the crease of my hip and leg. He leaned down to whisper softly, “Tell me what you want.” “More!” I begged in a whisper. “Tell me what you want,” he repeated. “I need your fingers inside me – please!” And with that he finally gave me what I craved, sliding a finger into my desperate pussy. Both of my hands shot to my mouth, elbows together, as I struggled to remain quiet as my body was exploding with pleasure. His other hand applied pressure to my lower abdomen and fucking god I came so hard, squirting and writhing silently, but the tension and build up was so great it wasn’t followed by satisfaction but more unbridled need. MORE. He asked what I wanted? MORE!!

One hand continued the pleasurable torture but the other pulled his basketball shorts down and god I needed to touch him. My hand reached out to rub my thumb over his slit and I had fleeting thoughts to caress him but I couldn’t – all this sexual energy needed a purpose and I had to taste him. I slowly licked the tip of his cock and sucked gently to pull him between my lips. But I’m not trained in silent blow jobs and as I sucked harder there was a very audible SLURP. I cringed and tried to lessen the pressure but after only a few seconds my lips lost grip and there was a POP. He took his magic fingers from my soaking wet pussy to hand me a towel, “I think we need to stop.” NOOOO!!! It seemed as though we were finally getting started and I felt like a child not getting her way (but instead I was a dirty 30something desperately wanting more orgasms and a cock in her pussy).

He leaned down close and whispered, “I bet you’re used to getting what you want.” Fuck me if I didn’t nearly cum just from those words – goddamn it I love a dominant man. He instructed me to pull up the sheet, which I did with a pout, and before he left I beckoned him with a crooked finger. He leaned in close and I whispered into his ear, “Thanks for the fantasy.”

He closed the door behind him and if you think I calmly put my clothes on you would be horribly mistaken. I furiously fingered myself and continued to squirt until I came two more times and I STILL wasn’t sated!!! I finally got dressed and rubbed my pussy the entire drive home only to find that my husband had taken all my favorite toys on a playdate with a 21 year old. Oh the woes of the lifestyle!!

The story isn’t entirely over since he’ll be bringing his massage table to my house next week so I can a) be as loud as I want b) suck his cock as sloppily as I want and c) get that nice big cock in my pussy and ass until I’m fucking satisfied (if you’re reading this, fantasy masseur, please please please give it to me!!)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/k15xde/massage_fantasy_achieved_mf