The gentleman’s massage
Sir… let’s start with you lying face down. You will have a soft towel on the face pillow. Maybe… That cloth will be fragrant and warm because it was nestled between my breasts. So you will feel and smell me, both below and above you. It’s the only cloth or fiber you’ll feel for the next few hours…probably.
You will feel the warm softness of the table beneath you and the warm delicacy of my skin, breasts, mouth, fingers, tongue and lips around you. I’ll start by asking you to take a deep breath… After a few breaths, I very gently place my hand in the middle of your lower back. My hands are warm, soft, but firm against your skin.
You worked so hard. I want to help you feel better, inside and out. My hand remains on your back for another breath or two as I feel myself begin to absorb and synchronize with your body…the hum of energy rolling invisibly from within you.
As you take another breath, my other hand joins my first hand on your back. A hand slides up slowly to begin to feel the muscles and tension in the back. The other hand remains, for now, a base for both. I lean into your body slightly as my hand finds the top of your shoulder.
I realize that it’s not going to work, me sitting on the sidelines like this. I climb on the back of your legs… I lean forward so that my bare breasts collide with your delicious ass. I gently raise my upper body over yours, letting you feel my heat, my breasts pressing against you, hard nipples. My hair slides lightly over your back. I feel your arms tighten in an urge to lay on my back, reach for my hair and press it back firmly, even as I rub my head against your back like a contented cat.
I rise above my head and find the tops of your shoulders. My fingers find where you need pressure and knead – lightly at first but with increasing pressure. You don’t have to be tense all the time. My fingers work up and down, back and forth on your shoulders until I start to feel some of that tension leave your muscles.
Moving my hands down, I feel those spots between your shoulder blades. I place a kiss on each one before using my thumbs to work those knots. All the while, I hum low in my throat, wanting to feel that connection. And I listen for every escape of your breath, I listen and feel the rhythm of your body.
After spending as much time on your back as you need, satisfied now that you feel more relaxed, I continue to work my way down your body. I move lower and knead those big muscles of Your bottom, the sides of Your hips (an area so often overlooked and in need of so much attention)… Bending down to let my hair tickling the backs of Your legs, using my forehead to press into Your thighs… I can’t resist biting lightly, tasting a little. I sit up again, moving down, down… Your thighs are tense under my hands. Below, feeling the hard knot in the calf. Anticipation is starting to build because… if I’ve massaged your back to your satisfaction… Maybe you’ll let me have access to the front? I think about it too much and it gives me a thrill of excitement.
Reluctantly, I slide to the floor. To properly care for your feet and ankles. One leg at a time… I lift one leg and cradle it with both hands. I work it up, down, feeling your ankle, how it works. Sliding a hand down your shin, your calf, as I flex your muscles. You start to relax so nicely. I come closer, I press my breasts against your skin. I use them to close your leg. I let my hair fall over your leg as I slide my hands up…
I wonder, sir, if you would enjoy the feeling of my warm lips closing around my toes. Just a soft hint. Just so you know how my mouth feels. I let my hair close around your leg as my lips close around your toes. I suck on your big toe, teasing it with my tongue. I moan a little when I feel it flex a little. Having it in my mouth makes me hungrier. I gradually give each toe equal attention as I use my hands and hair to caress your feet, paying close attention to your responses and what feels best to you.
After licking your last toe, I gently place your foot back on the table. I take a moment with my hands pressed against the backs of both of your legs, feeling my energy settle into you and yours into me.
– Sir, I ask, would you like to go back now?
Take a deep breath and stand for a moment, eyes meeting mine. I want to lunge forward at you. But I take a deep breath and, keeping my eyes locked on yours, I place my hands on your chest and gently push you back until you’re flat on your back. I’m checking to make sure you’re comfortable… I lightly trace my fingers over your forehead, your eyes closed, down to your lips.
All this touching has made my nipples so hard, my breasts are swollen and tender, I know my pussy is wet and throbbing. I still want to give my mister a quality massage so I take another breath. I’m asking you:
– Sir, is there a particular area you would like me to focus on first?
And then, with burning cheeks, I say:
– It would be better, sir, if I could get on top of you again. If that’s okay.
Why this embarrasses me, I don’t know. But he does… and after you nod at me, I go to the foot of the table. I stand between your legs, put my hands on them reverently. Once again, I use this connection to rely on your energy. I climb up slowly, looking at your face closely as I crawl between your legs, shaking a little. I wonder if you can tell how wet I am already. I crawl up your body until I’m on your thighs. That shy part of me tries not to look down – and fails – and my face feels so hot when I see your cock.
I lick my lips but focus on the massage. Deep breathing. I lean forward a little, put my palms on Your chest and press a little. These muscles are so often neglected too… what a shame. Leaning forward like this, my body presses against your cock, just a little. If I lean forward a little, the hair tickles over your chest and stomach. I flex those muscles in your chest, I can’t help but give your body just a little movement.
I feel a little bad when I decide to tease you a little. I move my head lower and run my hair over your chest, your stomach, lower… just avoiding your cock… to the side, over your hip, down, over your other hip, down, down. As my hair runs down your body, my hands follow with firmer movements.
– Enough, you say as your hand reaches up to grab my hair. You pull my head up and back. I take a sharp wheezing breath as my eyes meet yours. Your hand grips my hair so hard, it hurts, but I like it, I don’t want to let go.
– Please, sir…, I say. Please show me what you want. Take what you need.
Still managing to meet your eyes somehow, I lick my lips at your expression. Here I am, on top of you, but we both know you’re in complete control. You put me in charge, but we both know who’s been in charge this whole time.
In my head are all these questions. In my head, I hear myself whimpering, stuttering.
– W-what are you going to do, sir?
… but I don’t voice that question because I know the answer will be:
– Whatever I want, girl.
You lift my head between your legs.
– Open.
You didn’t need to tell me, my mouth is already watering, it’s already open for you. I take a quick breath before my mouth sinks down, down, your cock pushing past my lips, deeper, deeper than I was used to. Jam around your penis; this is the first time you let me taste you. I wrap my tongue around your cock below.
I open my neck to feel you all the way down… You pull my head back up and my eyes meet yours, I have tears in my eyes from that tight pull on my hair, from your cock to my neck. My eyes meet yours as my tongue sticks out as I nibble on that tender spot just below the head of your cock. Feeling your grip relax, just a little, I drop my head down…slowly lick from base to head, then back down.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I lick your testicles…then ever so slowly, I suck one into my mouth. You moan at the sensation in my mouth. He pulls my head back hard and holds my head there for a moment. I breathe hard, almost panting. Mouth so wet, lips swollen. Your hands release that tight grip, just caressing my hair for a moment. I’m almost purring at that feeling…I’m rubbing against you. I rub my cheek against your very wet cock, pushing my tongue up my cheek to caress your cock through it as you continue to stroke my hair.
I feel you start to grip more of my hair in your hands… You take my hands and put them over yours. I’m starting to get it…and gather as much hair as possible. It’s so soft, silky. I gather it in my hands and make it as smooth as possible… then wrap it around your cock. One hand wrapped around your hairy cock, the other hand moving lower to cup your testicles.
I feel you settle down a bit to take in the sight, your cock with my silky hair wrapped tightly around it, my hand pumping up and down. I realize my mouth isn’t being used properly and stick my tongue out… pushing the base of my cock and testicles as my hand and hair continue to caress you.
I feel your hand again, insistent, rough. Hurting my scalp as you pull my hair up. I manage to give your cock a quick lick as you pull me. You sat down now, and you push me to the floor, on my knees. It’s so easy for you to control my movements because you hold my hair so tightly. It stings, I feel tears stinging the back of my eyes.
You’re pulling me right in front of you. My mouth is already open, I’m gasping and I’m ready. Please let me have it in my mouth again. But I can’t talk anymore, I just whimper and gee all I can do is beg you with my eyes. Your cock is back in my mouth now, harder, and I can feel that slippery taste that I love and it makes me even more hungry for you.
I wish so much. I want to feel your cock deep in my throat, deeper than I think I can handle. I want you to use my mouth to make me so sore tomorrow. Every time I swallow or even talk, I will remember the way your penism-a used so hard. You put it in my mouth, harder, faster. I can hardly breathe, tears are streaming down my face now, I’m trying to take it all in, but I feel a little, just a little…which you seem to like, sir, and I push even harder.
These animal noises come out of me, I can’t help it, as you pull her into my mouth. Both hands on my head, pushing and pulling, sharp and quick movements. Deeper. I can feel your penis swelling in your mouth. God, I want to see it, but I also want to taste it, and nothing depends on me, the answer is that I want to take it – I want to take whatever you give me. And you give me everything.
You suck until I can’t think of anything but tasting you. Your penis swells, thicker, harder, and I swallow convulsively, hoping, tasting. Please sir… please give me your sperm. I can almost taste it right now… You put a hand on my neck and hold my head in place while your other hand tightens in my hair.
– Swallow. Take it all.
You grunt as you lean over me, wrapping your hand around my neck as your cock pours everything into me – all your hot cum spilling down my throat. I swallow. Taste. I still feel you with my tongue. Breathless. I swallow as fast as I can, not wanting to waste a drop. Just when I think my vision is going to go dark, you release my throat and slowly pull your cock out of my mouth, which doesn’t seem to want to let you go at first.
You lean back against the table, relaxing your grip on my hair just a little. I nestle closer, gently pushing you back, just enough for you to lay back on the table. I follow you, keeping my mouth so close to your cock that I barely touch you. I pull it out, catching a drop with my tongue just as it starts to fall. My mouth opens again and ever so slowly I take you in my mouth again. You caress yourself with your tongue. Lick up and down until you are clean.
I press my forehead into your body, right next to your cock. I feel my breathing and yours, it starts to slow down. I realize I haven’t adequately covered all the major muscle groups on this side of your body…but that will have to wait for next time, don’t you think?
