Quote by Liz


So, you're all warm and relaxed after having a long, deliciously slow massage. Your skin is slick with oil that smells sweet like jasmine, and all of the tension in your muscles has melted away with the firm pressure applied by the massage therapist. You could easily fall asleep and drift away on a cloud of contentment until you feel those familiar hands gliding further and further up your inner thigh. You're not sure how far they'll go before stopping but it feels too good to question it.

Without warning your body tenses as those now tentative fingers tiptoe over your sensitive flesh. You consider your options, debating whether or not to say anything, until your mind goes completely blank like someone just turned off the light. Under the towel that now covers very little of your modesty, they cupped your bare pussy in the palm of their warm hand and it feels so fucking good. You bite into your bottom lip to keep from crying out as a gentle back-and-forth motion applies the most arousing friction.

Your hips rolls of their own accord as you're lovingly stroked. You can feel the heat in your cheeks as you blush, and it radiates across your body, tickling down your spine until it reaches where they are touching. Your hard nipples press into the soft towel you are lying on and every minute movement results in little bursts of electric pleasure.

Your pussy is already wet which allows your masseur to plunge two fingers inside you with a single lazy thrust. You are now at their mercy. All you can do to keep from screaming in ecstasy and giving the game away to all within earshot is bite down harder on that poor bottom lip of yours and clench the white towel covering the table as tightly as you can in your white-knuckled fists. They know what they're doing. They've done it before. No one could so perfectly stretch your hot little cunt and manipulate your aching clit who had not practiced the art of pleasing a woman.

Sensing the end, they place their other hand on the small of your back and firmly hold you down as you begin to climax. Your back arches, your hips buck, your legs kick, and still they continue, never letting up until your exhausted body can take no more and it shakes off the last of your orgasm with a heavy sigh before slumping dead-weight.

And if you're very lucky, you might just have a massage therapist kind enough to lick you clean afterward.