[MF] It’s Vanilla, But Vanilla Is One Of The Most Complex Spices: Getting A Blowjob From Friend’s Sister During A Free Massage

This happened a few years ago when I was 21-years-old. This story does not contain any bondage, sex in public, cheating, etc…but it was an incredibly hot moment in my life.

I’ve known my friend (let’s call him David) since high school. He has an older sister (let’s call her Emily) who was in college while we were in high school. I didn’t see much of her, but during the holidays I’d see her occasionally and we always got along. She just seemed so full of love and positive energy. She’s pretty short, 5’2 probably, with a curvy body. And you might be thinking, “Curvy means overweight, right?” noooo. I mean, she has curves. A nice ass, juicy tits, and thighs…fuck those thighs. I love thick thighs and she’d put them on full display by wearing jean shorts all the fucking time. She was a bit of a hippy and was always talking about crystals and shit.

I’m not sure what she was studying in college, but I knew it wasn’t going to stick, ’cause she was not built for the professional world. I always thought she’d end up joining some cult, but thankfully she found her passion in massage after leaving college.

So let’s fast forward a bit to the good stuff. David went off to college, so I didn’t see much of him anymore, but his family (including Emily, she had moved back) still lived in town. We had a pretty spectacular public library back at home. I know “spectacular library” is not something you hear often, but this place was certified lit, okay? You have to believe me. I would go there often, and during one trip, I saw Emily sitting on a chair by herself.

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*She looked even better than I remembered*. She wore a fuzzy sweater that could barely contain her breasts, tight black jeans, her hair was pulled up in a messy bun. She also had a necklace with a crystal ball of some sort. I’m pretty sure it hypnotized me because all the sudden I was standing right in front of her waving like a fucking idiot.

“Emily! I haven’t seen you in forever. How have you been?”

“Hawkeme? Wow! You’ve grown so much…”

Okay, she didn’t say that, but wouldn’t it have been awesome if she did? Our conversation was pretty normal. She asked me what I was doing now, I asked her what she was doing…and that’s when she told me she was taking courses to become a massage therapist. She talked about how one of her friends got her into Reiki, which led to her interest in massage. I’m assuming that was code for “This Reiki shit isn’t making me any money, I think I need to heal people a different way.”

We talked for a while, and me being a horny 21-year-old, I decided to talk about all the “pain” I had been having in my lower back. “If you ever need a practice dummy, give me a call,” I told her. She smiled and seemed genuinely interested, “Really? That would be great!” We exchanged numbers and she called me two days later. “You still up for the massage?” she asked me. I wanted to say, “HELL FUCKING YES!” but I managed to play it cool with a simple, “Of course!”

So I show up at her apartment in regular attire: shirt, jeans, shoes. When she opened her door she took one look at me and said, “you know all that has to come off, right?” I hadn’t even thought about wearing something more comfortable. I was dressed like we were about to go on some dinner date.

“Okay, I don’t have a table yet, but my bed is pretty firm. It won’t be the best practice ~environment~ but it’ll work.”

Table? Bed? Hot stove? I didn’t care. Just start rubbing your hands all over my body! As I undressed, she lit some candles and turned on some crystal rock lamp…I don’t know. She said it gives off calming energy. I felt zero calmness. My heart was pounding. It might as well have been crystal meth.

I stripped down to my boxer briefs and sat on the edge of the bed waiting for more instructions.

“It’s better if you take off everything,” she said, like it was no big deal. “Here is a towel. Get on your stomach and drape it over you.”

“Wow. Okay then…”

I’d typically have some smartass reply, but I was being very careful to not mess this opportunity up. I did what she told me and waited for her to start.

“So you said lower back pain, right?”

“Yeah. It especially hurts when I bend over.”

“Hmm. Okay.”

I could hear her walk closer to the bed. A bottle of some sort popped open, I’m assuming it was essential oils because it smelled like lavender. Her hands made contact with my back, and I immediately felt a sense of extreme relaxation spread throughout my body. I’m not sure what the correct terminology is for hand movements during a massage, but she was doing all of them. It was a gentle massage, which was nice because I was worried she’d start punching my back or something.

“How does that feel?”

“Great” I said, in between soft moans.

She worked my entire back, rubbed down my shoulders and arms. And then she crawled on the bed and straddled my back.

“This is okay, right?”

“You can do whatever you like.”

“It’s just to apply more pressure. This bed makes it difficult.”

She pressed her thumbs into my neck and down my spine. After a few more minutes of working my upper back, she hopped off and instructed me to turn around. At this point, I did not sense anything sexual, at least not from her. It seemed like she was genuinely practicing. Even when she was straddling me, I believed her explanation. I truly don’t think she was planning on sucking my dick…at this point, at least.

But things changed when I turned around. She massaged my legs, starting from the bottom and working her way up. When she started running her hands up my thighs, that’s when my cock could no longer behave. It started growing. I told it not to, but it didn’t listen. It never does. In my cock’s defense, she was getting pretty close to the danger zone.

The towel was pretty thin, so the outline of my dick was clearly visible. I could see her looking/trying not to look. She said nothing, though. She continued to massage my thighs and my cock continued to grow. She was openly staring at this point, and I felt like I needed to apologize.

“I’m sorry…”

She didn’t reply, at least not verbally. Her right hand slid under the towel, the tips of her fingers grazed my cock. She pressed her index finger against the base of it and then moved it slowly to the head. It was as if she was trying to get a feel of how big it was. I wouldn’t classify myself as huge, but I suppose I’m above average. You can look at my profile to form your own classification, if that’s something you want to do with your life.

Anyway, I was frozen. After surveying my dick with her fingers, she wrapped her hand around it and slowly stroked it. Her hand was still under the towel, so it was an awkward sideways stroke, but it felt wonderful. Emily’s hand was still slightly coated in oils, so that only added to the sensation. She rubbed her thumb against the head of my cock, which made me jump a bit, causing the towel to shift as well. Emily took that as an opportunity to remove the towel completely, my entire length now exposed.

She looked up at me, “You will tell no one, okay?” I nodded. She leaned forward, her mouth going straight to my cock. There was no more teasing. She took my entire length inside her mouth, gagging just barely. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and held it back for her.

“Fuck,” I moaned. I lifted my hips in the air, pushing myself deeper in her mouth. She gagged, and then locked her hands in place on top of my thighs. While looking up at me, she shoved her mouth down to the base of my cock, making herself gag even more. I helped her out by pulling her up by her hair and then pushing her back down. There was a mess of drool and pre-cum running down the length of my cock. She stuck her tongue out and collected every last drop. She then made a trail of kisses down the side of my cock, going all the way to my balls. She sucked on them briefly before returning to the head, twirling her tongue around.

I was close to cumming. Her mouth was open wide, her tongue pressing against the tip of my cock as she stroked me. She was still making eye contact, which was ridiculously impressive and insanely hot. Most girls seem to struggle with that, but she was a fucking pro.

“I’m gonna cum,”’ I warned her. She didn’t move, and a few strokes later, I unloaded. Cum shot in her mouth, on her face, on my stomach…it was all over, and with my cock still twitching, she wrapped her lips around it and sucked it dry. She even licked the cum off my stomach. A true professional. If she had a business at the time, she would have received a 5-star rating.

I ended up moving several months after that, so I haven’t seen her in a few years. I have her added on Facebook now, and she’s still massaging people. I’m not sure if she gives everyone such a special treatment. I’d like to think I was the only one, like, she just couldn’t resist my cock, but I know that’s probably not the case.

If I end up taking a trip back home, I know who I’m asking for a massage. In fact, now that I think about it, I do have a slight pain in my back.

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