Erotische Massage mit Finger-Orgasmus

Title: **-taboo Massage Therapist’s Arousing Session**

Deep within a secluded, high-end spa, nestled in the heart of the city, lies the dimly lit massage room of Tina, a gifted but scandalous massage therapist. Known for her skilled hands and seductive touch, Tina’s clients often left her room with a certain…satisfaction that went beyond mere physical relief.

It was midday when the chime of the doorbell echoed through the sparsely decorated lobby. “Come on in,” Tina called out in a sultry voice, already having anticipated her next appointment. In walked a well-dressed gentleman, early 40s, with a stressed look etched across his face. Tina greeted him with a warm smile, her eyes glinting mischievously as she assessed his physique – broad shoulders, fit physique, and an air of power that matched his aura of wealth.

“Please, make yourself comfortable,” Tina purred, gesturing towards the massage table in the corner, dimly lit by the soft glow of scented candles. The man, a regular client named David, including his last name, sighed and began undressing, his clothing exchanged for the standard white towel provided for cover.

Once David was settled, Tina began the usual routine of questioning him about any sore spots or preferred pressure. As she started, her hands roamed his body with expertise, subtly caressing his skin in a way that made him exhale slowly. Tina continued her work, getting David to turn over after the initial session.

The first time Tina laid eyes on David’s bare backside, she bit her lower lip, fighting the temptation to let her hands wander lower than strictly professional. Curling her fingers, she resisted the urge, but as the masseuse’s hands roamed lower, meeting with the rim of the towel, Tina inevitably began to explore. “I’m going to remove this,” Tina whispered, gently pulling back the towel, revealing David’s nude back and muscular buttocks.

As the massage continued, Tina let her hands linger longer on his buttocks, giving it a firm squeeze. David growled at the sudden surge of pleasure, but made no complaint. The hands moved lower, skimming David’s muscular thighs up and down slowly. Tina seized David’s legs, her fingerprints now imprinted on his smooth skin, almost branding him with her touch.

Remaining in character, Tina reassured the man that the next phase was about more than just relaxation. “I’m trained in a special kind of massage that can release tension you didn’t even know was there, Mr. Thompson. You’ve had a stress-filled year, haven’t you? Let me show you what it takes to truly relax.” With a wag of her perfectly sculpted eyebrows, she began to work David’s thighs more directly, fingertips brushing closer and closer to the sensitive area that had started to stiffen under her ministrations.

Tina massaged until the sheet tented over David’s manhood. Secretly, she admired how David was not flaccid under her precise touch. David’s breathing became heavy, his hips shifting slightly. Tina paused hands and stood tall, slipping her gown off her shoulders, revealing her voluptuous bosom. The view in her heels would assuredly melt butter.

The unanticipated sight drew a sharp gasp from David. Tina smirked, seeing his bulge swell even more prominently as he leered her ample breasts. Unashamed, Tina rounded the massage table, leaning closer to David’s lips hungrily. Her plush, pillowy lips made initial contact with David’s restraint banishing as he took purchase of her generous hips, tugging Tina onto his lap.

Her reluctant bedmate groaned deliciously into her neck as she descended over onto him. She nibbled delicately at his bottom lip, a warning for sensual disobedience. Wasting no time, Tina’s hand amplified its exploration from thighs to roll up David’s shaft. Fingers dallied lingered at the smallest glans, collecting the dewy evidence of his arousal on her fingers and brought it to her mouth to taste.

The massage room was silent except for the sounds of their heavy breathing and the wet sucking sounds of Tina tasting David. Tina brought her fingers away from her mouth with a satisfied sigh before scooting off his lap, standing on wobbly legs. She turned and bent over the massage table, the towel falling away from her body, giving David an awe-inspiring sight of her glistening slit.

When he didn’t immediately take what Tina was offering, she reached for his hand, bringing it round to lay upon the curve of her bottom. Encouraged by this signal, David followed through behind and slid into her waiting heat with a groan of rapture. Tina’s moans bled into his as he rocked back and forth, each giving momentum to the other.

With each stroke, Tina knew that David was feeling forward, increased resistance. Tina’s shoulders jerked with each push, obscuring her face, and David matched his fingers with her cries of pleasure, squeezing, and rubbing her most sensitive spot, then caressing her swollen, aching body feverishly, and brokenly, until Tina lost her rhythm of screams, washing away the idea she had lost her voice, being carried away, losing consciousness, caving in with waves that washed and crashed over an imaginary coast.

The next day, Tina graciously greeted another satisfied client from behind the counter, but she was no longer able to hold back the self-satisfied grin from spreading across her face – one more whore tamed by her hands and disgraceful tactics. It was never just about ending the session with happy endings; these ‘massages’ were the catalyst for all the nights ahead filled with greater reward. And, at the end of the day, wasn’t that the greatest form of ‘healing?’