Night massage
The room was dark, the color of dark water rippling against the clean white walls. The house screamed opulence and wealth. He sat naked by the massage table, completely naked. His abs rippled as he bent down to pick up his cell phone and turned it off. His long hair was pulled back in a ponytail, brown, black and gold mixing and shaping together. He was tall, his silver blue eyes cold and piercing. She heard the click of her heels and turned her head. She wore a short black skirt that reached mid-thigh. Leaving an inch of snow white skin bare, the rest of her long legs were covered in black fishnet stockings. Her high heels clattered on the marble as she walked towards him. Her hips were round, perfectly curved. Her white shirt was tied just below her D-cup breasts that spilled over her unbuttoned shirt, showing off the black bustier inside that was doing its job perfectly. Her face was pretty, but there was no beauty. Lips were red and glossy, her doll eyes wide as they went to his member that was starting to show.
– You must be a masseuse, he said, pointlessly.
– Yes, sir. I’m Daphne, your assigned masseuse for this week. If you could lie down on the table, I’ll start.
She was in awe of this man. He had heard from his colleagues about him. He always asked for a masseuse to be sent from the agency and always at night. And the girls who were assigned didn’t say anything about what happened, other than those who had been with him before, having only a knowing look to share. She has a wonderful body, she thought. His well-defined abs and pecs showed off his lean frame. And, oh, she couldn’t even look below his belly button without blushing and tingling all over. It was big!!
“I’m ready,” his deep guttural voice said, and she jumped.
He was already face down on the table and she scolded herself. He didn’t want to screw this up, he had to impress him to impress his boss!
– Oh, sorry, I was just bringing the bottles of oil, she said quickly.
He said nothing, and taking his silence as annoyance, she quickly rubbed the oil between her palms and began. She was rubbing his leg and touching all the essential spots, but she just couldn’t take her eyes off the man’s ass! It was perfect! If only I could bite him, she thought and smiled to herself. It wouldn’t work, she told herself. Now behave yourself, be a good masseuse and massage this man you will never forget!
She went ahead and started to work his calves. They were lightly sprinkled with dark hair and he liked the contrast of her smooth skin and their rough surface. Now he moved his hands up and massaged her thighs. She wondered how much he had worked to make them so strong and hard. He thought of the other part of his anatomy that was also hard and chuckled.
– What’s funny? he asked and she jumped.
– Oh, oh nothing, nothing.
– Hmm. I’d rather you do my face than my back right now.
– Oh, good.
She was petrified. She couldn’t afford to let him down and told herself to behave herself again! Hot men always turned her into a talking pervert, but this time the man in front of her was beyond hot, sizzling!!! And when he turned, she had to bite her lips to keep from moaning. His body was like that of a Greek god, narrow, strong, broad-shouldered, tough and spectacular!
– You can do the chest first, he said.
Frontal massages were rare, but some people preferred it. She turned to rub more oil into her hands and turned. The table was tilted against a wall and she wouldn’t move forward to be near his face.
He seemed to understand her distress and said:
– Why don’t you go up?
– Oh! she said and her heart stopped for a second.
– Sure. Yes, that would add more pressure.
She climbed onto the table and sat on his stomach. Leaning over, she reached out and began massaging his shoulders. He couldn’t tell if his eyes were open.
He smiled silently having the woman exactly where he wanted her to be. He could see her breast, most of her useless bra. Her oils were now placed above his head on the table.
– Do you have any perfumed oil with you? he asked.
– Oh, yes, yes. I’ll use it, she said and tried to stand up.
– Why don’t you go ahead and reach out? he suggested, grinning wickedly.
She smiled back shyly and nodded. She slid over his body, her bottom sliding against his abdomen and making his cock elongate painfully. She leaned forward again and the knot of her shirt was right above his face. It was irresistible and he moved up and opened the knot with his teeth. She was busy looking for the right bottle and didn’t realize that her shirt was unbuttoned. Grinning now, he used his teeth and tactfully opened the front clasp of her bra.
Her breasts pushed against her lacy cups and spilled generously into his open mouth. He heard her gasp as she sucked on a tight nipple and suddenly bit the tip.
– Oh ooohh…, she moaned as he took her nipple with his tongue and continued to suck, his jaw working hard. She didn’t know what happened, but the sensations running up and down her body rendered her senseless and speechless. She heard a pop as he left her left breast and moved to her right and began sucking it like a pro. He nearly swallowed her breast as he continued to take more of her flesh and bite her every now and then painfully. She was fully aroused and his cock was shaking with need. He licked her middle and she moved on him and finally found his mouth with hers. The kiss was hard, rough and fast. His taste was strong and he bit down hard on her full lower lip, loving the sounds it made.
His hands found her stockings and tugged at them, tearing them to shreds.
– Oh my God… she gasped and looked at him, his eyes hungry and wild.
– Get rid of the skirt, if you don’t want to leave naked, he said, and she quickly pushed it away. She was completely naked now, except for her stilettos. His hands now took her breast and pinched and pulled her nipples.
– You like this? he asked as he rolled a nipple between his forefinger and thumb.
– Uh huh… she said, unable to form a coherent sentence.
He smiled and pulled her towards him by the nipple.
– HUH! she said, you feel the pain pass, but you feel the heat in your legs.
He just smiled and grabbed her hair and twisted it around his hand. Bringing her mouth to his, he whispered,
– Don’t complain.
She nodded. He wanted to give orders and she would obey. She understood what he meant.
– Push yourself back, he breathed.
Shifting, she slid down his body until she was sitting right on top of his erection.
– Massage it, he ordered.
She moved her hands as he caught them. He had her legs caught in his and her hands in his. He smiled and said:
– It needs some attention. Feel how hard he is, he asked, thrusting his hips.
She moaned as she felt his cock twitch beneath her and slide across her clit.
– Yes-yes-yes, she said slowly.
– Massage it, he said again. Make sure it gets the right pressure.
She rubbed her hips up and down his erection and heard a grunt. She continued to move back and forth, occasionally rotating her bottom, and continued to rub his cock along her pussy. She was completely wet now and was covering him with it. She felt the burning rush of wanting him inside her. His eyes were closed and he resumed the rhythm. She felt him even bigger and wanted to have him inside her.
– Aaahh… she moaned. Oh my god…oh oh…
– You like this? he asked and pinched her clit.
-OHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh aaahhhh, she screams when she feels the first wave of orgasm.
– OH GOD! Do it again..again! she begged and he pinched her clit again, causing her to painfully squirt a whole load of cum onto his cock, making everything more slippery. She heard the sounds her pussy was making on his erect cock.
Then he pressed a hand to the pussy’s lips and thrust a finger into it.
She moaned loudly:
– Oh yes. Yes, more, more..
– Beg for more, he whispered and she did.
– Please… please give me more… a little more… and he continued to rock on his cock.
– Better beg, he said, maliciously loving her misfortune.
She moaned in half pleasure and half pain. He was on fire and losing his mind from the torture.
– Oh, please… please… please… she repeated.
– Much better, he said and thrust his cock into her pussy.
She screamed at the contact and started riding him like a mad woman. Her breasts quivered as she rode him at a wild pace and she felt his hands on her clit.
– Yes, baby, ride me wild, he said and grabbed her breasts with one hand and pinched her clit again with the other.
She ejaculated screaming and felt him ejaculate inside her. He tightened his grip on her clit and made her orgasm again.
– Aaahhhaaaaaaaaaa oh God oh yes..yes..again..again…
She wanted more. She didn’t want it to end.
– Hell yes again! she heard him say as she fell forward onto his che
