Erotic Massage Session Becomes Mutually Pleasurable Experience

All Oiled Up

The oil was warm in my soft hands, and the room was silent as he lay on his back on the massage table. Despite his lower body being covered by a sheet, I visibly noticed his body was tense with the anticipation of release. My job was simple: to unravel that tension. So I started with his shoulders, kneading the knotted muscle, feeling the heat build under my palms. Of course, my role is never just about easing the tension of tight muscles. This was an erotic massage session.

As my fingers worked their way down his spine, my touch became more deliberate, more lingering. When I reached his lower back, I let my thumb trace the sensitive dip just above his tailbone. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound. Then my hands slid under the sheet, and my fingertips brushed the outer curve of his ass. Suddenly, my skilled hands dipped between his cheeks. His body twitched, and he lifted his hips slightly off the table. The erotic massage session was shifting.

“Just… loosening the tension here,” I murmured. My finger found his perineum, pressing gently. Then, his own hand moved, snaking under the towel towards mine as he turned on his side. His fingers, slick with my massage oil, found the edge of my short silk robe. As his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, against my thigh, and journeyed upward with shocking speed. Before I could react, his finger was pushing against the lace of my panties, against my cunt. Without a doubt, he was rewriting the script of this erotic massage session.

An Erotic Massage Session for Two

Despite my initial surprise, I didn’t stop him. After all, the desire he felt pulsed through me as well. His fingers pulled my panties to the side and plunged into my tight little cunt. I gasped, my professional rhythm broken. While he fingered me, his thumb found my clit and circled it. I was melting against his hand, my own desire surging to meet his. The table, my domain, was now a shared stage. This erotic massage session had become a mutual exploration.

While he finger fucked my cunt, his other hand grabbed my wrist and guided it under the towel, onto his cock. In my moment of pleasure, I froze, completely neglecting him. Luckily, his hard cock brought me back to earth. I wrapped my hand around his throbbing fuck stick, stroking slowly, matching the rhythm of his finger inside me. We were in an erotic massage session, a pleasure circuit, each giving and receiving. I slid the robe off and let my tits hang freely. Then he withdrew his finger from my cunt, and in one smooth motion, he rolled onto his back, the towel discarded. His cock stood rigid, aimed at the ceiling.

He pulled me onto the table, onto him. My knees straddled his hips, my wet cunt hovering over his hungry cock. Then I lowered myself, letting him enter me with a slow, pleasurable glide. His girthy cock filled me. We began to move in unison, a slick, grinding rhythm. As the table creaked under our weight, my tits swayed above him, teasing to be touched. He reached up to grab them, squeezing my nipples, pulling me down harder onto his thrusts. “Fuck me,” he growled.

Thank You, Cum Again

I rode him, my body a sexual piston, taking his cock deep. Without a doubt, every sensation was magnified, from the slap of our skin to the scent of oil and sex. I was lost in the physical pleasure of the moment. Suddenly, he pushed me off and stood up, positioning me on my back, at the edge of the table. He stood, his cock glistening with my juices, and pushed my legs apart. Then he entered me again, driving deep in my hungry hole with a standing, powerful force. Now the erotic massage session was purely an erotic fuckfest.

His pace became frantic, a final race to the finish. He pulled out suddenly, his cock leaving my cunt with a wet pop. He grabbed my heaving tits, pulling them together so they formed a soft valley. Aiming his cock at my tits, he came hard, the first nut load shooting across my jugs, nearly reaching my collarbone. Then the second, thicker pulse hit my nipple, immediately followed by a third, and fourth wave coating the peaks and pooling in the valley between them.

Still covered in his cum, I thanked him for the pleasurable erotic massage session and told him to cum again, any time.

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