The massage
“Would you like a massage?” You nod with a smile. “Yeah.” I grab some massage oil, candles, some matches and a blindfold and lay them on the bed. “Come here.” You stand right in front of me.
“Take off your clothes.” You strip, enthusiastic at first but a little hesitant once you get down to your underwear. I stand behind you and remove your bra, tossing it to the floor. I pull your hair to one side and kiss you on the neck. You stand up a little straighter taking a tiny silent gasp with your eyes closed. You must like it when I kiss you on the neck.
“Take your knickers off.” You don’t hesitate this time. Pushing the waist band down below your hips and then squarting down to pull them to your ankles and kick them off one leg at a time. I offer you my hand and you pass me your moist knickers. I examine the gusset. It makes me grin like a Cheshire Cat when I see the large wet patch. It feels a little slick between my fingers.
“They look expensive.” I toss them on the floor next to your bra. Still stood behind you, I rub your shoulders to see if they are tense. They are OK, soft and malleable but could be more relaxed. “Turn and face me.” I look your hot tight body up and down. “You’re so beautiful, I have to draw you.”
“Like in Titanic!” I laugh out loud. “You want me to draw you like one of my French girls?”
I kiss you on the neck once more and whisper in your ear. “Le touché le deiu.” Then tell you to lay down on the bed face down. I slap your bum, hand cupped slightly so it makes a loud smack. I climb on top of you, straddling you like a horse. I admire your figure for a few seconds, wrap my hands around your waist and rub my thumbs up your flanks.
“You’re amazing, you deserve this.” I pull your hair to one side and kiss you between the shoulder blades and you sigh. Then I kiss you again and again and again a little lower each time. When I reach your buttocks instead of kissing them I smack one of your cheeks. I get up and grab a hair brush off your bedside table then climb back on top of you.
I start to brush your hair talking to you with the most soothing tone I can as if taming a wild a****l or breaking in a horse. “You have beautiful hair. Do you like having me brush it for you?”
“Mmm yes. No one has brushed my hair for me in years.”
“And you’re getting a proper massage tonight as well! You going going to return the favour?”
I’m just teasing, I like brushing your hair. I spend a lot of time in the gym and it would be nice if the favour was returned but do I love giving beautiful women massages. Just as I’m about to say. ‘It’s OK I’m just k**ding.’ You say. “I can think of a way to return the favour.” in a sultry tone that implies I might even have the pleasure of sleeping with you tonight.
“Oh! I like you!”
I take my time with your hair, separating every last strand of hair as I comb it with your hair brush. When I’m done I run the bristles down your spine and slap your bum with the back of the bush as if it’s a mini spanking paddle. I part your hair into six equal locks and plat them into two pigtails. When I reach the end I look around your bedroom but I can’t find any hair bobbles so I take the laces off my shoes and bind your plaits up with them.
I take my shirt off, lean over you and tie the blindfold over your eyes. I pull one of your pigtails so your head turns to face me and kiss you on the lips. I set your head back down and place the candles down on the table next to your bed, light them and switch the lights off. I climb back on top of you but facing away so I can see down your legs.
“Bend a knee so your heel touches your bum.” I catch your ankle in my hand and fill my palm with massage oil. I’ve never been a fan of feet but I used to massage my ex-girlfriend’s feet. After a while I learned some spots that would make her wet if I rubbed them. I’d give you a foot massage if you asked to but you haven’t so I start with your ankles and work down the rest of your leg.
I rub oil on your ankle and touch it as if examining a fetlock on a horse but I don’t rub too hard on bone and tendon. As I get lower I start rubbing my fingers into your muscle tissues and work my way down your calve to the back of your knee. “Through the forest between the trees I sc**** the honey from the back of your knees!”
Once I’m done I push your leg back down. “Other leg.” You raise your other heal and I rub every inch of your other calve and kiss your ankle and then push it back down. Next I sit on your ankles facing you. I start to fantasise about tying your ankles together with hemp rope rendering you helpless and me free to violate you any way I please.
I lean forward and massage the back of your thighs. I take much longer on the backs of your thighs and use much more oil, grasping your flesh firmly and teasing out all of the tension. I work my hands into your hamstrings. I can feel them gradually soften from a tense rubbery and firm to a soft dough-like consistency. Once they’re relaxed I rub a thick layer of oil into them so that they shine.
Looking at your fine figure and letting my mind wonder away to a place where filthy dreams about you are made pleases me. As I lay my hands on your hot tight body, my blood starts to boil. I dismount, remove my trousers, socks and underwear and jump back on top of you completely naked. I let my hot flesh rest on your buttocks so you can feel my shaft fill with warm blood as if it’s about to boil over.
I scratch the back of you neck gently like you’re a cat and I’m trying to make you purr. I gently caress the sides of your neck then lay on top of you and pull your hair so I can kiss you again. Next I rub your shoulders. I rub your shoulders as if I’m you’re coach and you’re about to fight in the match of your life or I’m your manager and you’re about to sing in front of a crowd of millions. A re assuring shoulder rub to ease of tension.
I can feel the heat radiating from between your legs, I know my shaft is only inches away from your sweet moist lips and even closer to your back passage. I know I could easily make my way inside you, penetrate you from behind in the plank position or use the massage oil as lubricant and violate your other hole. I know you’d like it as well but I want to make you beg for it.
I expect you to flinch as I spatter oil all over your back as garnishing a salad with olive oil but you just lay there as if you’re asleep. I rub your shoulders again, more vigorously this time. You moan, quietly, biting your lip as if I’m taking your virginity while your parents sleep in the next room. I stop rubbing your shoulders and I kiss you all the way down your spine to the small of your back again then sit up.
I knead the flesh on your back like dough, working my thumbs into your skin as if it’s made of bubble wrap and I need to pop every last one. Just firm enough to release the tension in your muscles without it feeling unpleasant. I keep going while I consider slipping my tip between your legs and easing my way inside you, having my way with you from behind as I work your body like modelling putty.
Finally I make my way down to the small of your back. In my opinion it’s one of the most understated parts of a woman’s body. When I see a beautiful woman wearing a ball gown with the back cut away makes my eyes light up. The subtle curves either side of her spine betraying the peachy shape of her buttocks can be just as elegant as a pair of long legs or a flat tummy.
I want you. I start to rub the small of your back hard, subconsciously taking out the urge to have my way with you from behind, slamming my body into your buttocks and driving every last inch of me inside you. You moan as if I am inside you and my cock jerks as if your voice woke the b**st from his slumber.
“I want you.”
“You can have me.”
“Not yet.” I want to make you beg for it. The more you beg, the better it feels when I finally do penetrate you. I cover your buttocks in oil and rub it in as if sensually applying sun lotion. Then I knead your buttocks as if they are made of cookie dough. My mind is battling my subconscious actively fighting the urge to squirm, denying that most basic instinct to mate with you like an a****l.
It’s all about self control. Good things come to those who wait. I rub your buttocks until it feels like you’re going to melt into the bed then I apply even more oil until your bottom shines as if it’s been polished to a glossy sheen. The urge to take you now is overwhelming. I step down off the bed and stand next to you.
I take my frustration out on your bottom. I start to spank you. Lightly at first, more just to enjoy the titillating sight of your peachy bottom ripple with the impact. More of a gesture or a taught than any actual punishment. I very gradually get harder, the love tap becomes a gentle slap, harder and harder with each stroke. The caress turns into a touch, the touch turns into a tap, the tap turns into a slap in earnest that echoes around the room. The way you moan is encouraging me to try harder.
I slap harder and harder the stimulation starts to make your cheeks warm. Then the warmth turns into a burn that must sting. The sting sending a tingle through your flesh fooling your pain receptors into thinking the tight skin on your buttocks is as sensitive as the skin on your breasts. You can feel your wet slippery sex well up between your legs. I can smell your sex and it makes my shaft grow harder still.
I slap you harder and harder until you scream. “Ohh too much.” Now I’ve found your limit. I know exactly how much stimulation you can take and I keep slapping you just on the threshold where pleasure meets pain. I keep going until I have to swap hands. I keep going with the other hand until your cheeks are glowing bright red. I pull you up into the doggy position by your pig tails and upright so we are both kneeling on the bed. I put my arm around you, pull your hair as I fondle your breast and kiss you on the neck and the lips.
“Good girl. Now turn around.” You turn to face me with a huge smile on your face and we kiss passionately. I push you down onto your back and pour massage oil all over your chest. I rub it into your breasts, digging my fingers into them so hard they almost bruise and pressing my palms into them. Then I tease your nipples, leaning in I kiss them and bite them. Already erect I bite and suck your nipples until they point like bullets.
You start to rub your slippery sex against my groin trying to coax me inside you. It’s tempting but I’m still enjoying myself so I pull away. “Oh please!” I just grin rubbing your chest and your breasts and pinning you down. “I haven’t massaged the front of you yet.” I scratch my nails down your tummy to the top of your thighs.
I grab you by the waist and kiss you on the lips. “Please. I want you inside me.” I ignore you. Kissing you on the lips and the neck as you grind against me. I growl in your ear. I’m not done with you yet.” I work my way down your neck with my lips leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, over your breast and all the way down your side to your hip. Then across to the other hip, deliberately avoiding going any lower.
I sliver down between your legs and savour the wonderful smell of your sex. You smell delicious, I can feel the hairs stand up on the back of my neck and my mouth starts to water and my breath goes shallow for a second. I keep going down even lower and drag your ankles up to your buttocks. I wish I had my rope again so that I could spread your legs and tie you down, tether your arms so you can’t resist as I torture you with pleasure.
I put my hands on your knees and part your legs. What a beautiful sight, your soaking wet lips glistening in the candle light, I feel a little pre-cum drip out onto your bed sheets and there is a tiny wet patch on the sheets between your legs as if someone has spat on them. You look good enough to eat but I’m not quite done yet.
I grab you by the ankles and start to kiss one of them, working my way up between your legs kissing the fleshy bit of your inner thigh until I can feel the heat. Then I do the same to the other leg. You moan with frustration as I admire your slippery drooling lips and instead kneel between your legs and start to massage your thighs. You pull off your blindfold and gasp as if it were a stopping you breathe then look right at me. “I want you inside me.”
I ignore you and kiss my way up between your thighs again this time I stop between your legs and part them even further. I take a deep breath in through my nose, savour the beautiful aroma for a few seconds and them let my tongue delve inside you. You moan like a whore as I lap up as much of your nectar in one lick as possible. I can feel your sopping wet lips smear your slick goodness all over my mouth and face.
“Mmm. You taste so good.” I start to violate you with my tongue and you groan. I feel you place your hands on my head, holding me between your legs as you gasp. I lick your lips clean then gently bite them, teasing even more blood into the sensitive delicate skin. I work my way up your labia gently racking them between my teeth, sucking and licking them. I work my way up your sweet petals, they point towards your pearl.
I can feel your pulse through your clitoris as I kiss it and gently suck on it. I tickle it with my tongue, lick it like an ice cream, I gently bite it and suck it off. I do every trick I know, while holding your buttocks, seeing which moves make you tense up or relax the most. Finding out the hard way exactly how you like it as I eat you alive.
Once I’ve found what works for you I get to work. I eat away at you until you start grinding against my face, moaning and squirming and grasping the bedsheets as if you’re tied down and struggling to escape. You raise your head. “Ohhhhhhh! Right there!” You sound like you’re going to cry with all the tension in your voice but I know you’re going to cum instead. I can feel you contract and squirm and loose yourself in the moment.
You start to moan with every stroke of my tongue, the electric power I have over your body is intoxicating. You start to pant, hold my head firmly between your legs and cum. “That’s it, cum for me. Now I want you.”
“Oh. You can do anything you want to me.” I make my way up between your legs lining my tip up between your lips ready to impale you on my shaft and I kiss you on the lips so you can taste your delicious nectar on my face. “Anything?” I ask with a grin.
“Take off your clothes.” You strip, enthusiastic at first but a little hesitant once you get down to your underwear. I stand behind you and remove your bra, tossing it to the floor. I pull your hair to one side and kiss you on the neck. You stand up a little straighter taking a tiny silent gasp with your eyes closed. You must like it when I kiss you on the neck.
“Take your knickers off.” You don’t hesitate this time. Pushing the waist band down below your hips and then squarting down to pull them to your ankles and kick them off one leg at a time. I offer you my hand and you pass me your moist knickers. I examine the gusset. It makes me grin like a Cheshire Cat when I see the large wet patch. It feels a little slick between my fingers.
“They look expensive.” I toss them on the floor next to your bra. Still stood behind you, I rub your shoulders to see if they are tense. They are OK, soft and malleable but could be more relaxed. “Turn and face me.” I look your hot tight body up and down. “You’re so beautiful, I have to draw you.”
“Like in Titanic!” I laugh out loud. “You want me to draw you like one of my French girls?”
I kiss you on the neck once more and whisper in your ear. “Le touché le deiu.” Then tell you to lay down on the bed face down. I slap your bum, hand cupped slightly so it makes a loud smack. I climb on top of you, straddling you like a horse. I admire your figure for a few seconds, wrap my hands around your waist and rub my thumbs up your flanks.
“You’re amazing, you deserve this.” I pull your hair to one side and kiss you between the shoulder blades and you sigh. Then I kiss you again and again and again a little lower each time. When I reach your buttocks instead of kissing them I smack one of your cheeks. I get up and grab a hair brush off your bedside table then climb back on top of you.
I start to brush your hair talking to you with the most soothing tone I can as if taming a wild a****l or breaking in a horse. “You have beautiful hair. Do you like having me brush it for you?”
“Mmm yes. No one has brushed my hair for me in years.”
“And you’re getting a proper massage tonight as well! You going going to return the favour?”
I’m just teasing, I like brushing your hair. I spend a lot of time in the gym and it would be nice if the favour was returned but do I love giving beautiful women massages. Just as I’m about to say. ‘It’s OK I’m just k**ding.’ You say. “I can think of a way to return the favour.” in a sultry tone that implies I might even have the pleasure of sleeping with you tonight.
“Oh! I like you!”
I take my time with your hair, separating every last strand of hair as I comb it with your hair brush. When I’m done I run the bristles down your spine and slap your bum with the back of the bush as if it’s a mini spanking paddle. I part your hair into six equal locks and plat them into two pigtails. When I reach the end I look around your bedroom but I can’t find any hair bobbles so I take the laces off my shoes and bind your plaits up with them.
I take my shirt off, lean over you and tie the blindfold over your eyes. I pull one of your pigtails so your head turns to face me and kiss you on the lips. I set your head back down and place the candles down on the table next to your bed, light them and switch the lights off. I climb back on top of you but facing away so I can see down your legs.
“Bend a knee so your heel touches your bum.” I catch your ankle in my hand and fill my palm with massage oil. I’ve never been a fan of feet but I used to massage my ex-girlfriend’s feet. After a while I learned some spots that would make her wet if I rubbed them. I’d give you a foot massage if you asked to but you haven’t so I start with your ankles and work down the rest of your leg.
I rub oil on your ankle and touch it as if examining a fetlock on a horse but I don’t rub too hard on bone and tendon. As I get lower I start rubbing my fingers into your muscle tissues and work my way down your calve to the back of your knee. “Through the forest between the trees I sc**** the honey from the back of your knees!”
Once I’m done I push your leg back down. “Other leg.” You raise your other heal and I rub every inch of your other calve and kiss your ankle and then push it back down. Next I sit on your ankles facing you. I start to fantasise about tying your ankles together with hemp rope rendering you helpless and me free to violate you any way I please.
I lean forward and massage the back of your thighs. I take much longer on the backs of your thighs and use much more oil, grasping your flesh firmly and teasing out all of the tension. I work my hands into your hamstrings. I can feel them gradually soften from a tense rubbery and firm to a soft dough-like consistency. Once they’re relaxed I rub a thick layer of oil into them so that they shine.
Looking at your fine figure and letting my mind wonder away to a place where filthy dreams about you are made pleases me. As I lay my hands on your hot tight body, my blood starts to boil. I dismount, remove my trousers, socks and underwear and jump back on top of you completely naked. I let my hot flesh rest on your buttocks so you can feel my shaft fill with warm blood as if it’s about to boil over.
I scratch the back of you neck gently like you’re a cat and I’m trying to make you purr. I gently caress the sides of your neck then lay on top of you and pull your hair so I can kiss you again. Next I rub your shoulders. I rub your shoulders as if I’m you’re coach and you’re about to fight in the match of your life or I’m your manager and you’re about to sing in front of a crowd of millions. A re assuring shoulder rub to ease of tension.
I can feel the heat radiating from between your legs, I know my shaft is only inches away from your sweet moist lips and even closer to your back passage. I know I could easily make my way inside you, penetrate you from behind in the plank position or use the massage oil as lubricant and violate your other hole. I know you’d like it as well but I want to make you beg for it.
I expect you to flinch as I spatter oil all over your back as garnishing a salad with olive oil but you just lay there as if you’re asleep. I rub your shoulders again, more vigorously this time. You moan, quietly, biting your lip as if I’m taking your virginity while your parents sleep in the next room. I stop rubbing your shoulders and I kiss you all the way down your spine to the small of your back again then sit up.
I knead the flesh on your back like dough, working my thumbs into your skin as if it’s made of bubble wrap and I need to pop every last one. Just firm enough to release the tension in your muscles without it feeling unpleasant. I keep going while I consider slipping my tip between your legs and easing my way inside you, having my way with you from behind as I work your body like modelling putty.
Finally I make my way down to the small of your back. In my opinion it’s one of the most understated parts of a woman’s body. When I see a beautiful woman wearing a ball gown with the back cut away makes my eyes light up. The subtle curves either side of her spine betraying the peachy shape of her buttocks can be just as elegant as a pair of long legs or a flat tummy.
I want you. I start to rub the small of your back hard, subconsciously taking out the urge to have my way with you from behind, slamming my body into your buttocks and driving every last inch of me inside you. You moan as if I am inside you and my cock jerks as if your voice woke the b**st from his slumber.
“I want you.”
“You can have me.”
“Not yet.” I want to make you beg for it. The more you beg, the better it feels when I finally do penetrate you. I cover your buttocks in oil and rub it in as if sensually applying sun lotion. Then I knead your buttocks as if they are made of cookie dough. My mind is battling my subconscious actively fighting the urge to squirm, denying that most basic instinct to mate with you like an a****l.
It’s all about self control. Good things come to those who wait. I rub your buttocks until it feels like you’re going to melt into the bed then I apply even more oil until your bottom shines as if it’s been polished to a glossy sheen. The urge to take you now is overwhelming. I step down off the bed and stand next to you.
I take my frustration out on your bottom. I start to spank you. Lightly at first, more just to enjoy the titillating sight of your peachy bottom ripple with the impact. More of a gesture or a taught than any actual punishment. I very gradually get harder, the love tap becomes a gentle slap, harder and harder with each stroke. The caress turns into a touch, the touch turns into a tap, the tap turns into a slap in earnest that echoes around the room. The way you moan is encouraging me to try harder.
I slap harder and harder the stimulation starts to make your cheeks warm. Then the warmth turns into a burn that must sting. The sting sending a tingle through your flesh fooling your pain receptors into thinking the tight skin on your buttocks is as sensitive as the skin on your breasts. You can feel your wet slippery sex well up between your legs. I can smell your sex and it makes my shaft grow harder still.
I slap you harder and harder until you scream. “Ohh too much.” Now I’ve found your limit. I know exactly how much stimulation you can take and I keep slapping you just on the threshold where pleasure meets pain. I keep going until I have to swap hands. I keep going with the other hand until your cheeks are glowing bright red. I pull you up into the doggy position by your pig tails and upright so we are both kneeling on the bed. I put my arm around you, pull your hair as I fondle your breast and kiss you on the neck and the lips.
“Good girl. Now turn around.” You turn to face me with a huge smile on your face and we kiss passionately. I push you down onto your back and pour massage oil all over your chest. I rub it into your breasts, digging my fingers into them so hard they almost bruise and pressing my palms into them. Then I tease your nipples, leaning in I kiss them and bite them. Already erect I bite and suck your nipples until they point like bullets.
You start to rub your slippery sex against my groin trying to coax me inside you. It’s tempting but I’m still enjoying myself so I pull away. “Oh please!” I just grin rubbing your chest and your breasts and pinning you down. “I haven’t massaged the front of you yet.” I scratch my nails down your tummy to the top of your thighs.
I grab you by the waist and kiss you on the lips. “Please. I want you inside me.” I ignore you. Kissing you on the lips and the neck as you grind against me. I growl in your ear. I’m not done with you yet.” I work my way down your neck with my lips leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, over your breast and all the way down your side to your hip. Then across to the other hip, deliberately avoiding going any lower.
I sliver down between your legs and savour the wonderful smell of your sex. You smell delicious, I can feel the hairs stand up on the back of my neck and my mouth starts to water and my breath goes shallow for a second. I keep going down even lower and drag your ankles up to your buttocks. I wish I had my rope again so that I could spread your legs and tie you down, tether your arms so you can’t resist as I torture you with pleasure.
I put my hands on your knees and part your legs. What a beautiful sight, your soaking wet lips glistening in the candle light, I feel a little pre-cum drip out onto your bed sheets and there is a tiny wet patch on the sheets between your legs as if someone has spat on them. You look good enough to eat but I’m not quite done yet.
I grab you by the ankles and start to kiss one of them, working my way up between your legs kissing the fleshy bit of your inner thigh until I can feel the heat. Then I do the same to the other leg. You moan with frustration as I admire your slippery drooling lips and instead kneel between your legs and start to massage your thighs. You pull off your blindfold and gasp as if it were a stopping you breathe then look right at me. “I want you inside me.”
I ignore you and kiss my way up between your thighs again this time I stop between your legs and part them even further. I take a deep breath in through my nose, savour the beautiful aroma for a few seconds and them let my tongue delve inside you. You moan like a whore as I lap up as much of your nectar in one lick as possible. I can feel your sopping wet lips smear your slick goodness all over my mouth and face.
“Mmm. You taste so good.” I start to violate you with my tongue and you groan. I feel you place your hands on my head, holding me between your legs as you gasp. I lick your lips clean then gently bite them, teasing even more blood into the sensitive delicate skin. I work my way up your labia gently racking them between my teeth, sucking and licking them. I work my way up your sweet petals, they point towards your pearl.
I can feel your pulse through your clitoris as I kiss it and gently suck on it. I tickle it with my tongue, lick it like an ice cream, I gently bite it and suck it off. I do every trick I know, while holding your buttocks, seeing which moves make you tense up or relax the most. Finding out the hard way exactly how you like it as I eat you alive.
Once I’ve found what works for you I get to work. I eat away at you until you start grinding against my face, moaning and squirming and grasping the bedsheets as if you’re tied down and struggling to escape. You raise your head. “Ohhhhhhh! Right there!” You sound like you’re going to cry with all the tension in your voice but I know you’re going to cum instead. I can feel you contract and squirm and loose yourself in the moment.
You start to moan with every stroke of my tongue, the electric power I have over your body is intoxicating. You start to pant, hold my head firmly between your legs and cum. “That’s it, cum for me. Now I want you.”
“Oh. You can do anything you want to me.” I make my way up between your legs lining my tip up between your lips ready to impale you on my shaft and I kiss you on the lips so you can taste your delicious nectar on my face. “Anything?” I ask with a grin.
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