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Title: “The Teasing Touch: An Oily Edging Handjob”
The doorbell startled me out of my slumber. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I stumbled to the door, suddenly remembering my impromptu massage appointment. A stunning raven-haired beauty greeted me on the other side, donning a blouse straining against her ample bosom and a barely-there skirt leaving little to the imagination.
“Hello, I’m Natasha, your massage therapist,” she purred with a mischievous glint in her emerald green eyes.
I invited her inside, marveling at her round, perky rear swaying with each step. Natasha set up her portable massage table in my living room and instructed me to disrobe. I anxiously stripped down to my boxers, my manhood already twitching with anticipation.
Natasha guided me to the table and draped a towel over my lower half. “Relax,” she cooed, her long nails trailing up and down my back. Her touch sent shivers throughout my body.
She worked her magic, skillfully massaging my neck and shoulders, removing every last knot. Her breasts pressed into my back as she leaned over to reach my midsection. “How’s that feel?” she whispered in my ear, her hot breath tickling my skin.
“Amazing,” I mumbled, already putty in her hands.
Natasha had other plans besides a typical massage. She removed the towel, causing a startled gasp to escape my throat. My throbbing erection sprung free, jutting up against my abdomen. “Looks like my client is already excited,” she giggled, running a finger along my shaft.
She squirted oil onto her hands, rubbing them together until they glistened. Her slick fingers wrapped around my swollen head, slowly pumping back and forth, teasing me with her leisurely pace.
“Ooohhh,” I moaned, my hips bucking slightly. Natasha’s experienced hands worked wonders, every inch of my cock slick with oil. Using her thumb and forefinger, she rolled my foreskin up and down, stimulating my most sensitive areas.
Her other hand reached between her ample thighs, presumably playing with herself. “Hmmm, that’s it baby,” she purred, her voice husky with desire. “Let me worship this big fat cock.”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a loud grunt, I thrust my hips forward, slamming my manhood into her oily palm. Clear precum oozed from the tip, making everything glisten.
“Mmm, so hard and thick,” Natasha moaned, stroking faster now. Her hand and fingers were a blur of motion, using both hands to work over my pulsating cock with vigor. “Cum for me baby, shoot those big hot loads all over yourself!”
My balls tightened, my groin tensed up. “AAARRRGGHHH!” I screamed, throwing my head back as I exploded like a fountain in a gush of warm, sticky semen. Natasha placed her hand over my cockhead, limiting the reach of my erupting cock, satisfied as I coated her fingers with my baby batter.
She milked every last drop, hands still pumping, until I collapsed against the table in a sweaty heap. Natasha leaned down, causing her huge breasts to flop out of her blouse. She licked my cock clean, moaning her satisfaction. With a wink, she whispered, “Until next time,” and sauntered out of my house. I was left with a mind full of memories, a throbbing cock, and hand prints stamped on my flesh, a reminder of our clandestine encounter.
