The masseur brought her to multiple squirting orgasm and also wanted to cum

The Sensual Squeeze: An Erotic Massage Escapade

In the dimly lit room, Vanessa lay stretched out on the massage table, her toned body glistening with a layer of slick oil. The warm, floral scent of the lotion filled the air, teasing her senses. She had been looking forward to this sensual session all week, hoping to relax and unwind from the stresses of daily life.

As the door creaked open, a tall, muscular man entered the room. His chiseled features and intense gaze sent a shiver down Vanessa’s spine. This was no ordinary masseur; he radiated an aura of raw sexual energy that was almost palpable.

“Hello, Vanessa,” he purred, his deep voice sending vibrations through her body. “I’m James, and I’ll be taking care of you today.”

Vanessa nodded, her voice caught in her throat as James approached the table. His skilled hands began to knead the tension from her back, his strong fingers pressing into her muscles with a firm but gentle touch. The feeling was exquisite, and Vanessa found herself melting into the table, her eyes fluttering closed.

As James worked his way downVanessa’s spine, his hands strayed lower, brushing against the sides of her hips and thighs. His touch was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins. Vanessa bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan as James’s hands moved closer to her most intimate area.

Suddenly, James’s fingers grazed against her folds, and Vanessa gasped. “Is this okay?” he asked, his voice husky with desire. Vanessa could only nod, her body trembling with anticipation.

Slowly, James began to massage her most sensitive parts, his fingers sliding in and out of her slick passage with expert precision. Vanessa’s hips bucked involuntarily, her body screaming for more. James obliged, his thumb circling her clit in a maddening rhythm that had her writhing in ecstasy.

“James, oh God, yes!” Vanessa cried out, her voice echoing off the walls. James continued his sensual assault, his fingers plunging deeper and faster with each passing second. Vanessa could feel the pressure building inside her, her orgasm approaching like a freight train.

Suddenly, James’s fingers teased her entrance, and Vanessa lost all control. Her body convulsed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, her juices flowing freely from her core. “That’s it, baby,” James cooed, his fingers working her through her intense climax. “Let it all out.”

As Vanessa came down from her high, James’s hands worked their way up her body, massaging her oil-slicked skin with a gentleness that Belied the raw passion that had just erupted between them. But Vanessa knew it was far from over.

Minutes later, James nudged Vanessa onto her back, and she complied willingly. His eyes met hers, and the heat in his gaze made her breath hitch. Slowly, he lowered his head, his tongue darting out to taste her folds. Vanessa cried out, her hands fisting in his hair as he licked and sucked, his technique driving her wild with desire.

“James, please,” she begged, her body arching off the table. “I need you inside me.” Without hesitation, James sheathed himself inside her, his thick length stretching her in the most deliciously way.

He began to move, his hips snapping against hers in a primal rhythm that matched the pulsing of her clit. Vanessa’s hands roamed his muscular back, her nails digging into his skin as she urged him on. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with their moans of pleasure.

Suddenly, James pulled out, and before Vanessa could protest, he flipped her onto her stomach. He entered her from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her with abandon. The angle was unlike anything she had ever experienced, and Vanessa found herself on the verge of another earth-shattering orgasm.

As James plunged into her, his fingers found her clit, rubbing and circling the sensitive nub in time with his thrusts. “Come for me, baby,” he whispered harshly in her ear. “Let me feel you come all over my cock.”

Vanessa obliged, her body convulsing as she crashed over the edge once more. This time, James followed her, his hot seed spurting deep inside her as he let out a guttural groan of satisfaction.

They collapsed onto the table, their bodies slick with sweat and oil. James pulled her to him, cradling her against his chest as they both worked to catch their breath. Slowly, the fog of lust began to dissipate, but Vanessa knew that she would never forget the intensity of their encounter.

As she lay in James’s arms, Vanessa realized that this was more than just a massage. It was a journey of self-discovery, a chance to explore the depths of her own desire and surrender herself to the pleasures of the flesh.

And as she drifted off to sleep, her body still tingling with the aftermath of their lovemaking, she knew that she would be back for more. For Vanessa had discovered her true calling, and it involved more than just a massage table.