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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I stepped in. I had a back and shoulders massage booked because I needed to release some stress. The parlour was neutral but cosy and I was glad to be somewhere warm in that cold winter afternoon.
My masseur welcomed me, politely but he also was a bit formal. Professional.
He showed me into the massage room, and as always happened have me a few minutes to take off the upper part of my clothes and lie down, face down, on the massage bed. He came back in the room, dressed all in white, smelling good, a nice man around 50 with an open frank face.
He is massaging my shoulders and back with a oil smelling of flowers, but not a sweet smell, more of a acute one that goes into my brain and my bones.
Outside it's starting raining and the slight pain of the massage in my back muscles combined with the sound of rain drops against an obscured window.
It's then that he starts saying something about the weather. And then asks if I am in a hurry after the massage. No, why?
The client after me has cancelled the booking, he says, and in such a rainy day I could maybe prefer staying in and upgrade to a full body massage.
I don't know. I say.
It would be free of charge, he adds, and smiles. His smile is very reassuring. Professional, distant, but pleasant. He says that because it's my first time there I should consider it as a new client gift.
Yes, why not? My husband won't be back home for hours in any case.
He asks me if I would like to have a tea, and when he is outside to prepare it I am supposed to take off the rest of my clothes for the second part of the massage.
He comes back before I have time to cover myself with the big white towel and but I try my best to cover me up and sit down to drink my tea. Unfortunately it's so hot that it burns my tongue and for the pain I spill it all over the towel... I have to take it out and remain there naked with my half a cup of remaining tea, expecting
he will give me a new towel. But he doesn't. Weirdly I sit down again, drinking tea me naked and him not, but also trying to look beyond the strangeness of the situation because I think: well, he always sees and touch naked bodies, and I am too fat to be attractive to him.
Feeling small, unsexy and a bit disappointed in myself for feeling that way, I finish my tea and go back on the massage table.
Very professionally he restart the massage all along my legs and feet. Precise and clinical, he touches every muscle, never indulging too much, as if my body was nothing to him.
Then he asks me to turn around. All start again from above..neck, shoulders, arms, tits... Tits? Is he massaging my tits?
But I look at him and no expression of interest or arousal is on his face. He doesn't seem to notice my nipples are now hard. I hope he doesn't understand I am becoming excited, I hope that I am not embarrassing him.
He goes down on my belly, then the legs, and with a sort of relief I think we are almost done. I then can go home and masturbate, which for years now has been my only sexual activity as my husband completely lost any interest in sex.
However, reached the feet, instead that stopping, my masseur, not loosing his cool detached expression, comes up the legs again. And... Is he opening them? Is he spreading my knees?
Calm down, calm down, I tell myself. That must be part of the massage, nothing else. His left thumb is now on my clítorid while his right palm is openly massaging my vagina.
I hope I am not wet, I think.
What will he think of me?
When is that you have been fucked the last time? He asks.
Did he say "fuck"? I close my eyes for the pleasure he is giving me, and I don't know what to think anymore... Well that was 2 years ago, I admit.
How did you use to like to? Slow or fast? He asks.
Fast, I admit. And with still my eyes closed I realised that there is a new sound next to his cool, deep, masculine voice. Something is vibrating. I hope my eyes. It's a vibrating dildo!
This time, scarred, I close my legs.
He opened them again and looking in my eyes firmly and with authority, with my huge surprise says: I know the like of you. You are already all wet.
The vibrating dildo is now caressing my clit before he push it all with no hesitation in my pussy.
So wet, he says.
And starts moving the dildo up and down so fast I can't help but moaning.
Slut, he calls me. Slut, you'd like my cock to fuck you but I am not going to give it to you just yet.
With the dildo fucking me hard, his thumb touching my clit and the dirty talk I am now close to cum...
He must realise that because it stops and roughly turns me around.
Let's see this ass, he says.
He opens my cheeks and spits directly on the home. Then puts some oil on it and start massaging it and pushing a finger in.
What a whore you are...
I am actually terrified now. I don't know what to expect and I feel like I am a terrible person who deserves to be humiliated.
A filthy whore with a big ass. And spits on it.
You want my cock, I know, but I won't give it to you just yet. He says. Then I feel a little plastic plug pressing on my ass hole and settling in. In and out.
He pressed a button and the plug starts vibrating. You like it slut? Did you ever have anal?
I say no, terrified to say anything more.
He puts on a condom now so I know the moment has arrived. With still the anal plug on he is now fucking me very hard doggy style and goes on until I can't take anymore and I cum screaming.
Yes slut, yes cum.
He continues for a few second fucking me and then takes it out. He takes out also the anal plug and tries to fit his cock inside.
It doesn't go, just the tip, but let me try a bit more, and he tries and pushes it in slowly.
We stay like this for a few seconds, then he put in another bit of cock.
When he realised this is hurting me, he takes it out, saying, ok, that's it my dear whore. Now, I will have to try and cum because you want it I bet, so let me see what I can do. He comes near my face and after a few minutes of wanking, his cum is all over my face.
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