Cock massage

Title: “The Tempting Tuesday Massage”

“I thought you were here to give me a massage, not a ‘happy ending’,” Aisha said sternly, trying to ignore the growing bulge in Troy’s trunks as he spread massage oil over her curvaceous, caramel hued body. The interracial couple had agreed to an afternoon of relaxation at a posh Beverly Hills spa, but it appeared Troy had grander plans.

“Come on baby, you know I always make you feel good,” Troy cooed, his brown eyes drinking in the sight of Aisha’s voluptuous frame. At 37, she was ten years his senior, but her fit figure and feisty attitude kept him plenty excited.

Aisha sighed, knowing full well her protests were weak. She’d been attacked by the morning, flying out of bed to attend a yoga class, then spent hours primping and preparing for her difficult court case. Her stress levels were through the roof. This massage seemed a godsend – until she realized what type Troy had in mind.

Now, Troy’s big ebony hands were roaming over her back, kneading and pressing in all the right spots. “Your shoulders are so tense,” he said, voice low and seductive. “Loosen up for me.”

Aisha moaned, physically and mentally releasing some of the tension gathering there. Troy knew her body well from their seven years together. He always knew exactly how to tip her over the edge between stress and submission.

Troy moved lower, carefully avoiding her ample behind and instead focusing on her dimpled thighs. Lounging on her stomach, Aisha could feel the voyeuristic eyes of spa goers on her shapely legs and powerful muscles. She’d fought hard to maintain her figure and now, bare before them, was reaping appreciation.

But Aisha’s voyeuristic, submissive side became even more apparent as Troy’s slick fingers glided over her most sensitive areas. He brushed her outer lips teasingly, making her hips arch involuntarily. Then his hands were on her inner thighs, massaging and stimulating.

“Troy, please,” Aisha gasped. “Not here…”

“Shhhh,” he whispered, leaning over to press hot kisses along her spine. “Just relax and let me take care of you, baby.”

Aisha bit her lip to suppress her revealing moans as Troy’s fingers found their mark, skillfully stroking and rubbing. Her body grew warm all over and she was soon squirming beneath his touch.

“Troy…I can’t…not here…” Aisha whimpered, though her hips bucked and her thighs began opening to give him more access. She was already slipping into the haze of pleasure he always knew how to bring out.

“That’s it, open for me,” Troy growled, moving between her spread legs. Now his talented fingers were slipping inside her heat, thrusting and curling in ways guaranteed to trigger her sensitive spots.

“Ohhh…my god,” Aisha groaned, grabbing at the massage table as she began to climax. Troy kept her climax building and building, extracting every bit of sensation from her quivering body.

When Aisha finally collapsed, boneless and panting, Troy shifted over her and she felt his clothed erection press between her legs. “You’re so sexy, your reactions are crazily hot,” he panted against her ear.

So overcome, Aisha rolled her hips eagerly, helping grind up against him. Troy groaned, his rhythm building as he thrust against her ass. Aisha felt herself building again, though this time, she felt an unfamiliar, building pressure above her ass that quickly spread out over her straggly spine.

Troy shuddered and she felt the warm splash of his release paint her back. “Fuck yes!” he groaned.

Confused but delirious, Aisha could only moan and shift her ass in pleased, unknowing retaliation. “Mmmm Troy…”

He collapsed over her, barely kissing her shoulder. That was when Aisha felt something warm and sticky drip between her shoulder blades. Shocked, she twisted to see white streaks decorating her caramel skin. “Troy! You came on my back!”

“What? Oh shit…I’m so sorry babe,” Troy said, looking sheepish. “You just felt so good I lost control.”

Aisha scowled but couldn’t altogether fault him. It had felt amazing- wrong, but amazing. “Fine. Pull yourself together, we have to get to-oh!”

She was silenced by the sudden reappearance of Troy’s fingers, this time swirling through the cum on her back and then, shockingly, pushing between her still-tingling folds. “Since I made such a mess, let me get you nice and clean,” Troy winked.

Aisha shrieked at the sensation…such blatant teasing and penetration in public- but was soon, unwillingly, encouraged into another riding climax.

It was messy and filthy- but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t love every minute of it.