[MF] I said you can do anything you want – and she did

You can find some of my older adventures on [my blog here](https://lisbonmassagediary.wordpress.com/), of which the text below is from the most recent.

> Sometimes you need a regular table massage. The tatami is a great experience if you want sensual or tantric services, but nothing beats a professional massage on a strong sturdy table. I decided to spin the wheel on a new masseuse I found advertising her massage services. There wasn’t the usual slang of charging roses, or an extended list of acronyms to spell out the extras. Massage on a massage table with a professional was the gist of it, and that’s exactly what I wanted. One quick call and I was scheduled for what I thought would be a relaxing appointment.
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> Upon arrival I was greeted by a cute woman in her early thirties. A bit plump in more than just the right places, but gleaming blue eyes and a warm smile that would ease anyone. Not wasting any time we headed to the brightly lit room adorned with flowers. Very different from the usual tantric experiences where candles and low lighting is the norm. With all my clothes now in a pile on the nearby chair I made myself comfortable on the table waiting for the masseuse to return. A few minutes later I heard a knock at the door. She popped in smiling and I put my face back into the hole awaiting her to begin.
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> No music played which stood out. I’m so used to some light music playing, but it wasn’t bad at all. The massage was wonderful. She was strong and found the spots that needed extra attention. Starting from my neck, and working her way down to my feet. The sounds of her hands working my body cut through the silence and lulled me to a very relaxed state. I thought we were nearing the end until she placed her hand on my inner thigh. Had this been the usual tantric encounter I would be fully erect in anticipation. In this moment my manhood was a short shriveled bean. Her hand slid further between my legs massaging with the tips of her fingers. Then I felt the warm oil dripping onto my balls down to my cock that had begun growing. She re-positioned her hand to cup my balls spreading the oil. Massaging and tugging on them to make sure everything is covered. Once satisfied with her work there she slid down to grip my now engorged cock. “Wooow”, escaped from her breath. I didn’t respond, but I smiled. It really never gets old hearing that. “you don’t mind if I massage here do you?”, she asked while lightly stroking me back and forth. I was just awaking from a deep state of relaxing. The tone shift of the situation now dawning on me. “No, of course not. You can do anything you want”, was all I said.
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> Given the green light she took a more authoritative approach to her work. Positioning my legs a bit wider for her to work. She continued to stroke me and nudged my body to her preferred position. As I jostled around to meet her nudges we ended with my knees of the table with my ass up. Face down, ass up, that’s the way she likes to jerk cock it appears. After a few moments the sensations totally changed. She pulled my cock up pointing away from me parallel to the table and immediately and aggressively jerked me off with my cock head in her mouth. I gasped audibly at the feeling of her grip and the surprise of the moment. She took a moment to stop and say “You said I could do anything I want”. She dove back in and tried to see how far she could fit it down her throat. I always enjoy someone who sees a challenge and tries to measure themselves, but as usual she could only make it about halfway down.
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> After some more time bobbing her sloppy wet mouth on my dick she stepped away and said “I want you to fuck me”, which really caught me by surprise. I started already doing the math in my head. She was a tall lady. Even if I bent her over the table I wouldn’t be able to reach that pussy with my dick. Neither of us shops in the petite sections of the clothing store and I doubt this table is ready for that kind of action. Are we going to do this on the floor like some horny strangers in a back alley? As all those questions flew through my mind she walked to the end of the table and laid back on it so her head rest between my legs. Oh… fuck her mouth. Never have I seen anyone pull this maneuver before, but I was excited to try it out. I lowered my cock into her mouth and in this moment I was in control. Her arms reached up to grip my ass and hang on for dear life as I began slowly fucking her mouth at my leisure. She took everything I threw at her. I picked up the pace until I could feel the pressure build up in my balls. I let out a grunt while thrusting myself as deep as I could in her mouth. Once realizing the flood occurring in her mouth she gripped my balls and squeezed them tight. I assume to make sure every drop poured out. You have to appreciate a gal that doesn’t let anything go to waste. I released here and she popped back up from under me. I took the opportunity to immediately collapse back onto the table. I’m assuming she swallowed every last bit. She walked over and asked me if I enjoyed the massage. I sorta moaned a “uhh huh” while I lay there trying to recharge. She kissed me cheek before stepping out of the room for a bit.
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> I took the opportunity to get dressed and waited for her return. We chatted a bit more and I left with a cheek to cheek smile on my face. I’m still not sure if that was her regular service. I definitely paid therapeutic prices for the massage. You can usually tell exactly what kind of service you’re getting based on the pricing. Either way i’m not complaining. Great lady, and a great day.

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