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The Massage That Would Change Her Life

Lana walked into the massage parlor, her body aching from the stress of her mundane life. She had seen this place on her way home from work numerous times, but today, something compelled her to finally step inside. The receptionist greeted her with a warm smile, and without hesitation, Lana booked an appointment with their most skilled masseur, Marcus.

As she waited in the dimly lit waiting room, Lana’s heart raced with anticipation. She couldn’t help but imagine what Marcus’s hands would feel like on her bare skin. Finally, the door to his private room opened, and Marcus stood before her, an air of confidence surrounding him. He was tall, handsome, and had an irresistible charm that made Lana weak in the knees.

“I’m ready for you,” he said, his deep voice sending shivers down Lana’s spine.

Lana followed him into the room, the scent of lavender oil filling the air. She undressed quickly, eager to feel Marcus’s touch. As she lay face down on the massage table, Marcus began to knead her back, his strong hands working out the tension that had plagued her for months.

Gradually, he worked his way down to her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Lana bit her lip, trying to hold back the moans that threatened to escape. Marcus chuckled softly, knowing exactly what he was doing to her.

“Roll over, Lana,” he whispered.

Lana didn’t hesitate, flipping onto her back, her large breasts heaving with each breath. Marcus’s gaze lingered on her curves before he began to massage her thighs, slowly inching his way up to her shaved pussy.

Lana gasped as his fingers made contact, her juices already flowing freely. Marcus started to rub her clit, his fingers expertly working her into a frenzy. Lana’s back arched, her mouth open in a silent scream as she came undone for the first time.

Before Lana could catch her breath, Marcus’s fingers were inside her, stroking her G-spot, bringing her to the brink of another orgasm. Lana begged him not to stop, her body shaking uncontrollably as she came again, harder than before.

But Marcus wasn’t finished yet. He grabbed a bottle of oil, pouring it over Lana’s breasts and stomach. Using his hands, he massaged the oil into her skin, leaving no inch untouched. Lana ran her fingers through her own folds, using the slick oil to pleasure herself further, wanting to be the best little slut she could be.

Marcus grabbed Lana’s legs, placing them on his shoulders as he slammed his cock into her pussy, stretching her walls. Lana cried out in ecstasy, her eyes rolling back in her head as Marcus fucked her hard and fast. The slapping of skin against skin echoed throughout the room, a symphony of pleasure.

Suddenly, Marcus pulled out, his cock glistening with Lana’s juices. He grabbed a massaging wand, turning it on to its highest setting before pressing it against Lana’s clit. Lana screamed as she came again, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave of pleasure. Marcus didn’t let up, forcing her to ride the wave until she was spent.

Lana lay there, panting and covered in sweat, her body shaking from exhaustion. Marcus leaned down, whispering in her ear, “You’re mine now, Lana. This is only the beginning.”

Lana knew he was right. She realized that this massage had changed her life, awakening something within her that she never knew existed. From that moment forward, Lana would be Marcus’s little slut, ready and willing to be pleasured by him in any way he wanted.

As she left the massage parlor, Lana felt a sense of empowerment wash over her. She knew that she deserved to be pleasured, to be cherished, and to be wanted. And with Marcus by her side, she knew that her life would never be the same.

From that day forward, Lana and Marcus’s sessions became a regular occurrence, each one pushing Lana’s limits further than before. They explored new toys, new positions, and new depths of pleasure that Lana never thought possible.

But it wasn’t just about the sex for Lana. It was about the connection she formed with Marcus, the way he saw her as more than just a plaything. He listened to her, supported her, and made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

And as Lana lay in Marcus’s arms, exhausted and satisfied, she knew that she had found something special. Something that would stay with her for the rest of her life.