Mollie had been feeling tense due to work and home life so she decided to treat herself to a massage. She found a local spa with good reviews and booked an appointment. She didn't realize that this massage would be anything but ordinary and that her shy nature would be tested.

As she arrived, she was greeted by a tall, dark-haired man who introduced himself as Michael he had a masculine confidence about him that immediately made Mollie's pulse quicken. He led her to a private room, his muscular build filling the space as he held the door open for her.

"Please undress and lie face down on the table," Michael instructed, his deep voice sending a shiver down Mollie's spine. "I'll be right back to begin your massage."

Mollie's heart raced as she slowly removed her clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on a chair. She felt exposed and vulnerable as she lay down, her round ass and perky breasts pressed against the crisp, white sheets. She buried her face in her arms, her long hair tumbling forward to partially hide her blushing face.

Michael returned, carrying a bottle of warm oil in his hand. He had changed into loose pants that hung low on his hips, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his toned stomach. His broad shoulders filled the doorway as he entered, and Mollie's mouth went dry at the sight of him.

He stood at the end of the table, pouring a generous amount of oil onto Mollie's exposed back. His strong, hands began to work the liquid into her skin, starting at her shoulders and moving downward. Mollie bit her lip to contain a moan as his thumbs pressed firmly into the muscles along her spine, working out the knots of tension.

"Relax," Michael murmured, his voice a low rumble. "I'm going to take good care of you."

As he moved lower, his hands followed the curves of her ass, gently squeezing and rubbing the flesh. Mollie's breath quickened, and she felt her pussy begin to moisten. She had never experienced a massage like this before, and her shy nature was quickly replaced with a growing desire for more.

Michael seemed to sense her hesitation and slowly worked his way back up her body, his hands gliding smoothly over her skin. He paid extra attention to her shoulders and neck, his thumbs pressing firmly into the tight muscles. Mollie felt herself melting under his expert touch, her inhibitions beginning to fade.

"Turn over, please," Michael instructed, and Mollie obediently flipped onto her back, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt his hands on her shoulders, guiding her gently.

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the sheet being lifted away, leaving her completely naked and exposed. She felt his hands on her knees, gently parting her legs, and a rush of wetness pooled between her thighs. Michael’s touch was firm and confident as he massaged her legs, working his way up her inner thighs, dangerously close to her pussy.

Mollie's chest heaved as she struggled to control her reaction to his touch. Her nipples puckered into hard peaks, straining toward his hands as if begging for attention. Without breaking stride, Michael poured more oil onto his hands and gently cupped her breasts, his thumbs swirling around her sensitive, hard nipples.

A whimper escaped Mollie's lips, and she opened her eyes to see Michael watching her, a heated gaze in his eyes. His touch was driving her wild, and she could feel her pussy clenching, wanting for attention. Without thinking, she reached down and began to rub her clit, her hips lifting slightly off the table.

Michael’s eyes darkened with desire, and he leaned forward, his lips mere inches from hers. "Let me take care of that for you," he said, his warm breath fanning her face.

With that, he moved lower, his head disappearing between her thighs. Mollie gasped as she felt his tongue run up the length of her pussy lips, lapping at her sensitive clit. His hands gripped her thighs as he held her open, his tongue flicking and swirling, driving her wild.

She was completely exposed to him, and the realization only served to heighten her pleasure. Her hands gripped the sheets as she moaned loudly, her hips bucking against his mouth. Michael moaned in response, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure straight to her core.

"Oh, fuck..." Mollie cried out, her body tensing as she approached an orgasm. "I'm gonna cum!"

Michael didn't stop, his tongue working feverishly as he drew her orgasm from her. Mollie panted his name as she came, her body shaking with the force of her release. Michael continued to lap at her, drawing out her pleasure until she was sobbing with the intensity of it.

Finally, he moved back up her body, his lips slick with her sweet juices. He captured her mouth in a hot kiss, tasting herself on his tongue. Mollie kissed him back wildly, her hands on his shoulders as she surrendered to the moment.

Michael pulled back, a satisfied smirk on his face. "I think we've moved beyond a simple massage, don't you agree?"

Mollie nodded, her chest still pounding as she caught her breath. "Yes," she whispered, her shy nature returning momentarily.

Michael stepped back, gesturing to her still-naked body. "Stand up," he instructed, his voice firm but gentle.

Mollie did as she was told, her legs slightly unsteady from her orgasm. She stood before him, her body glistening with a mix of oil and sweat. Michael’s eyes roamed over her, taking in her lush curves and the desire-flushed skin.

"Now," he said, unfastening his pants and pushing them down to reveal his hard, throbbing cock. "It's time for me to enjoy myself."

Mollie's eyes widened at the sight of his thick length, but she didn't hesitate. She wanted this just as badly as he did. She stepped forward, taking his cock in her hand and stroking it gently. Michael groaned in pleasure at the contact, his hips bucking slightly.

"Suck it," he demanded, his voice laced with need.

Mollie sank to her knees, her shy stature completely forgotten. She ran her tongue along the length of his shaft, tasting the salty pre-cum that glistened at the tip. She took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head as she sucked, enjoying the feel of his length throbbing against her lips.

Michael moaned, tangling his hands in her hair as she took more of him into her mouth, bobbing her head in a steady rhythm. He began to thrust gently, his hips moving in time with the wet sounds of her sucking.

"Fuck, you're incredible," Michael let out, his body tense with control. "But I want to feel that tight pussy wrapped around my cock."

Mollie whimpered in response, eager to feel him inside her. She stood, offering herself to him, her legs slightly parted as to invite him in. Michael guided the head of his cock to her pussy, pausing for a moment to enjoy the sensation of her wet hole engulfing him.

Then, in one smooth thrust, he slid into her, filling her completely. Mollie short breathed, moaned, her back arching as she took all of him. Michael held himself still for a moment, letting her adjust to his size, before beginning to move.

He set a relentless pace, his hips snapping forward as he plunged in and out of her. Mollie met his thrusts, her hands gripping his shoulders as she bounced against him. The slap of their skin echoed in the room, along with their panting breaths and moans.

"You feel so fucking good," Michael grunted, his eyes shut as he battled for release. "Tight little pussy milking my thick cock."

His words sent Mollie over the edge, and she cried out as her pussy clenched around him. Michael growled, his own orgasm hitting him like a freight train. He thrust into her deeply, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside her, coating her walls with his warm cum.

They stayed connected, chests heaving as they rode out the waves of pleasure. Eventually, Alex pulled out, his spent cock slipping from her pussy with a wet sound. Mollie whimpered at the loss, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Michael offered her a wicked smile as he went for his clothing. "Now that was a massage."

Mollie laughed, her cheeks flushed as she began to dress. She knew that this would be a memory she'd relive many times over, and she couldn't wait for her next appointment.