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Title: Unwinding with a Mistress: A Pinay Massage Therapist’s Special Treatment

The sweltering Manila heat was unbearable as I walked into my cozy condo unit one evening after a long, tiring day at work. Exhausted and stressed, I knew I needed to unwind and relax my tense muscles. I unlocked my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found the number I was looking for: “Pussybelle2103 – Pinay Massage”. I dialed the number, and within minutes, I was connected to a sweet, melodic voice on the other end. “Hello, sir. Pussybelle speaking. I understand you need some relief from tension?” I confirmed that I did, and she assured me her extensive repertoire of massage techniques would target my sore spots, providing me with the relaxation I so desperately craved.

True to her word, Pussybelle arrived at my doorstep precisely 30 minutes later, carrying a small bag of equipment and sporting a winning smile. She wore a form-fitting white dress that accentuated her shapely figure, her long, jet-black hair cascading down her back. After greeting me warmly, she quickly set up a portable massage table in my living room, humming a cheerfully to herself as she worked.

“Please remove your shirt, sir, and lie face-down,” she instructed me as she topped up the massage table with clean, soft sheets. I complied, noting how her eyes lingered appreciatively on my physique. As I settled myself, she poured a rich, oily lotion onto her hands and began to massage my shoulders, her fingers digging into the knotted muscles with expert precision.

“Just relax, sir,” she cooed, her voice a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. “Let me take care of you.”

I could feel my body melting into the table as Pussybelle’s skilled hands worked their magic. While she focused on my back and thighs, I couldn’t help but steal glances at her exposed cleavage every chance I got, admiring the way her ample breasts strained against the fabric of her dress. She noticed my staring but simply giggled and continued her massage, her soft touch now giving way to subtle, teasing caresses that made my blood rush southward.

Sensing my growing excitement, she whispered huskily, “I can tell you’re getting quite…aroused, sir. Allow me to help relieve that tension, too.”

With that, she began kneading the taut muscles of my buttocks, her oiled hands sliding sensually across my skin. I groaned in pleasure, my half-hard member twitching against the massage table. Seemingly emboldened, Pussybelle slid a hand between my thighs and grasped my hardening cock, stroking it rhythmically as she rubbed my rear.

“I think you’ve been holding yourself back far too long,” she chided playfully as she worked me into a throbbing erection. “Just focus on pleasure for once, and let your sweet Pussybelle give you the release you’ve been denying yourself.”

She wouldn’t have to tell me twice. Pregnant with lust, I flipped onto my back as she straddled my hips, rubbing her clothed pussy against my rigid shaft. Once I was rock-hard, she stood up and slowly shimmied out of her dress, revealing an emerald green thong and a matching lacy bra that barely contained her magnificent breasts. I was rendered speechless by her nubile body, my eyes roaming hungrily across her smooth skin and lithe figure.

Pussybelle unclipped her bra, freeing her perky tits, which jiggled enticingly as she re-saddled my waist. She guided my hands to her chest, encouraging me to grope the soft, warm flesh as she resumed sliding her barely-covered mound against my straining erection.

“I’ve been aching to feel you inside of me,” she breathed, arching her back to press her breasts into my palms. “Please, sir, fill your naughty massage therapist with your thick, hard cock.”

Unable to deny her any longer, I ripped her thong aside and pushed my throbbing shaft into her slick, velvety entrance. We both cried out in ecstasy at the initial penetration, Pussybelle’s pussy clenching and fluttering around my thick girth. She rolled her hips, riding me with increasing fervor as I grabbed her supple ass, pulling her deeper onto my cock.

Our bodies moved in tandem, our mutual passion intensifying with each powerful thrust. Sweat glistened on our skin as we fucked, lost in the exquisite agony of raw, unmitigated pleasure. I batted Pussybelle’s bouncing tits with the palm of my hand, pinching and tugging at her stiff nipples as she moaned loudly above me.

“Play with my clit,” she demanded breathlessly, guiding my fingers to her swollen nub. I rubbed it in tight circles, reveling in how her breasts slammed against my chest with every push of her hips. “Yes, like that! Ahh, don’t stop! I’m going to cum!”

With a shudder and a strangled cry, Pussybelle came undone in my arms, her pussy clamping down rhythmically on my pistoning cock. The sensation was too much to bear, sending me spiraling into my own explosive climax. I tightened my grip on her gyrating hips, spurting jet after jet of hot, sticky seed deep inside her quivering canal.

We collapsed against each other in the aftermath, her slick body draped across mine as we both struggled to catch our breath. After a few tender kisses, Pussybelle smiled at me sweetly and said, “I’m so glad that I could help relieve your tension, sir. I aim to please.”

I chuckled lightly, my hands still caressing her bare skin. What she did was more than just a massage – it was a complete revitalization of both body and soul. In that moment, with this exquisite Pinay in my arms, I knew I’d found more than just an exceptional therapist; I’d found a true companion in pleasure.

With renewed vigor and a heart full of bliss, I decided there and then that this wouldn’t be a one-time affair. Pussybelle would be my secret sanctuary, my mistress of carnal delights, and the key to unwinding my stress for many bedazzling encounters to come.