She Didn’t Expect What the Masseur Did

Title: The Shocking Turn of Events at the Massage Parlor

She lay on the massage table, naked and vulnerable, as the ruggedly handsome masseur applied warm oil to her smooth, creamy skin. His calloused hands kneaded her tense muscles, working their magic to soothe away the stress and anxiety that had been plaguing her mind and body for far too long. As he continued his sensual touch, she felt a familiar warmth building between her thighs.

The redhead masseur noticed the slight flush Across her fair skin and the breathy sighs that escaped her lips with each pass of his hands. He smirked, knowing exactly what she needed. With a deep, seductive voice, he leaned in close and whispered, “I think it’s time for your special massage.”

Before she could protest, or even register what he meant, he flipped her over onto her stomach. She gasped, feeling exposed and excited at once. His strong hands made their way down her sides, teasing her curves before truly focusing on her glistening sex. She arched her back, silently begging for more.

He didn’t disappoint. With a feather-light touch, he circled her most sensitive area, never quite touching where she needed it most. Her legs quivered, a thin sheen of sweat forming across her body as pleasure built within her core. “Please,” she whimpered, desperate for release.

The masseur’s smirk only widened. “I’m not finished with you yet,” he purred, continuing his sensual assault. He trailed a hand up her stomach, tweaking a pert nipple between his fingers before gently pinching the hardened bud. She cried out, a jolt of electricity zinging straight to her neglected sex.

Unable to resist any longer, she reached a hand down to touch herself. But before her fingers could make contact, the masseur’s large hand ensnared her wrist, bringing it back to rest across her stomach. She panted, stemming the rising whine of protest in her throat.

“Not yet,” he growled, his voice dripping with sexual promise. He continued his ministrations, bringing her right to the brink of orgasm again and again. Each time, she cried out, begging for release and begging for more. Her hips writhed against the table, desperate for friction.

Finally, just as she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he gave in. His oil-slick fingers circled her throbbing clit before plunging deep within her slick heat. Her back bowed off the table, a scream tearing from her throat as she came harder than she ever had before. He continued pumping his fingers within her fluttering walls, drawing out her pleasure until she collapsed back against the table, boneless and sated.

The masseur smirked down at her, taking in the sight of her ruined mascara and kiss-swollen lips with clear masculine satisfaction. “I’m glad you enjoyed your massage,” he chuckled. “Perhaps we should make this a regular appointment.”

She could only nod, too far gone to verbalize her agreement. She knew that she would be back, and possibly even bringing a friend or two. After all, there was no way she could keep this mind-blowing experience to herself.