1. The Massage


    Date: 9/23/2018, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Straight Sex, Job / Office Sex, Straight Sex, massage, Prostitution, Author: Luke Ashwood, Source: sexstories.com

    She wasn't really sure about this whole massage thing... After all the thought of someone touching her... rubbing her? No thanks... But her friends has all put in to get her this massage and it would be kind of insulting to them if she threw it back in their face by refusing to go after they had paid for it. "Besides..." she thought to herself "they did say that the masseuse was hot" She headed into the massage parlour and was greeted by the rather frumpy receptionist at the front desk. "Hmmmm.... not a good omen" she muttered under her breath. She provided the gift certificate that her friends had given her when prompted and was informed that the masseuse was still with his last client and would be out in a few minutes. She idled away the time nervously paging through an outdated magazine while she waited for her masseuse to finish with his last client. Finely a sweaty looking woman appeared from down the hall and headed out the front door, swiftly followed by what she assumed was some sort of Greek god, a statue of a man chiseled out of the highest quality stone by a master craftsman. She was so enamored with him that she almost missed him calling her name a second time. She blushed and quickly stood up to shake his hand in greeting. He indicated that she should follow him down the hall and she did so. The massage room was small but cozy, blue walls and some accouterments made the space feel safe and comforting. The masseuse instructed her that she should disrobe, and ...
    although she was quite sure that he meant all the way, she stripped down to her bra and panties, firmly leaving them on, which earned her a raised eyebrow but no comment. At his bidding she lay down on the massage table, lying face down. He started at her feet, gently caressing her calves and massaging her skin with some sort of mineral oil that left her skin feeling sleek and smooth. She closed her eyes as he worked and lost track of time, enveloped by the calm room and the feeling of his firm, muscular hands caressing her body. She was a little shocked when he started to massage her ass, cupping and kneading her cheeks gently but firmly. She still had some coverage, since she was still wearing her skimpy black panties, and she supposed that this is what her friends had paid for after all, but she was starting to get aroused by the overly familiar contact. His hands slipped down lower, kneading her upper thighs and treading dangerously close to her pussy. She could feel herself starting to get wet and secretly urged his hands to cross the miniscule distance and slip inside her. She was surprised at the turn that her thoughts had taken, she knew it had been awhile since she had been laid but that didn't really account for how horny she was. She was still musing to herself when she felt the tip of his finger caress the outer lips of her vagina, tentatively at first, and then more insistent when she failed to comment on his presence. She spread her legs a little, giving him better ...
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