Massage

You were bitching about not being able to sleep and feeling very tense so I suggested a massage might do you good. Your friend recommended a guy you had seen at the gym and swore he was very good based on her personal experience, and that he did house calls which was even better. Being silly you asked her to set up an appointment for you and anxiously awaiting his call. His voice on the phone sounded so deep and friendly and soothing you just knew this would work. The door bell rang and he walked in, tall, well muscled, long fingers, broad shoulders, oh and a rather cute tight ass. He suggested you have a quick shower while he set up his table in the living room, drawing the drapes and leaving only the soft light filtering in. When you arrived back you found he had changed into shorts and a tight t-shirt, explaining the oils were easier to get off when he had less on. He turned his back as you took off your robe and lay down onto the table face down, spreading a towel across your cheeks to preserve your modesty. You hear him opening his bag and removing several things he placed on the table beside you. His calm voice and soothing manner already start you relaxing. Beginning to feel safe and taken care of, you close your eyes and leave your body in his capable hands, telling him you need a deep, firm massage and not to worry if you moan occasionally. All of your muscles needed attention. The vanilla and lavendar scented oil fills your nostrils as he begins with your neck, digging fingers into the valleys and tracing each tendon, pressing and squeezing the sides, thumbs working the back, under your hair, then moving to your shoulders, each muscle, each tendon, given its turn.
Then you feel him climbing onto the table and feel his hard thighs pressing on each side of your cheeks and understand the need for shorts. His fingers and hands digging deeper into the large back muscles and his movements cause the towel to slip down off your cheeks, allowing you to feel his cock pressing through the thin shorts. As you slip deeper into the trance like state he is creating, he turns so that he is now facing your feet, his thighs wide spread across your backand he begins his work on your gluts, sqeezing, pressing separating, digging between, the oil causing his to slide down and over your tiny crinckled hole, and a small moan slips from your mouth. Down your thighs, thumbs pressing and spreading, hard pressure as he moves down your legs, lying himself on top of you as he reaches for each foot, each toe, the bottom of the foot, the ankle, all receive his attention. he slips off and turns you over, lying exposed to him now, your nipples hard and reaching, thighs still spread, allowing him to see how wet you have become. He works your feet, bending your legs and opening you more to his sight, as his hands work their way upward, fingers and thumbs working together, up your thighs, and over your mons, presing into you, spreading oil to mingle with your juices, as he moves onward to your tummy, your breasts, circling them and squeezing, pulling louder moans from you as his finger and thumbs take your nipples pulling them out, twisting, teasing, then working up to the front of your neck, under your chin, before sliding over to trace your mouth, slightly open as you moan, giving in to his caresses, his massage turning into soft strokes and circles on your temples, slipping over your closed eyes, before once again turning you on to your tummy. You lie waiting and then feel his naked skin on you. His hands on your cheeks, spanking suddenly and sending shocks through you, the oil enhancing the sting as he watches you redden under him, watches you push up into his hands, offering yourself to him, needing this, legs wider, begging for his hand to spank down between, hoping his fingers will slide inside you, wishing for his mouth to bite down on your neck, to feel him plunge deep inside you as his teeth take you higher, his hard thighs rubbing your hot ass. his fingers reaching around to seize your nipples. pushing deeper inside, stroking in you, forcing you to give, sensing you need this. As his hard cock, presses into you, your cheeks held open for him, you let him take you, your hands curling into fists as you lift up, nails digging into palms, mouth open, wailing, demanding, needing more, needing his teeth,his hands, his marks, aching to bite back, to claw, to scar, begging him to let you turn over, to wrap your legs around him, the oil, slipping, his nipples pressing into your, your mouth reaching, for him, tongues entwining, sliding, teeth grippping tendons, gnawing on shoulders, nipples pinched, as he drives harder and deeper, responding to your lust, to your craving, as the tension mounts higher and higher, his cock stroking deep, your thighs slapping together, your hot ass rubbing on the table, knowing the redness will linger into the morrow, your breasts sliding through the oil coating each of you, the nipples smearing, so hard and needy, each nerve on edge, as your back arches up, and your neck bends back, open to his mouth, his teeth, taken. You feel him pulsing inside you as you grip him harder, your orgasm washing over you, and your wetness spilling out. Your whole body aches, such good aches, and you know you will sleep tonight. And you smile thinking of how to explain the marks covering you, and of plans to schedule another massage soon.