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Not Your Typical Massage Experience

F**ked by Someone Least Expected

By Billi FoxPublished 6 years ago 3 min read
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I gather myself once the feeling of consciousness has returned. I dress and pick up the remains of my belongings in the small, private massage room. I walk past the front desk and I can feel her looking at me, I choose not to return the gaze. I’m out of sorts; I don’t know what to think. It’s not until I sit in my car and begin to drive away I think about what just happened…

“Lay on your back,” she said.

I rest my half-naked body on the massage table. She lays a crisp white towel over the lower half of my body, leaving my breasts exposed. Her touch is so soft and soothing as she massages my hands, her fingers slipping in between mine with the warm oils. She is slowly working up my arms and towards my breasts. My nipples begin to harden, as I increasingly get aroused. She massages her way down my chest, lightly grazing my nipples with her slippery oiled fingers. Beginning with a soft touch, her rubbing becomes deeper into my body. Her hands approach my hips, stroking just above my underwear line, occasionally slipping her fingers into the top of my underwear. She is teasing me. She begins to remove my underwear without permission. She asks me to turn over and lays on my front. I do as I’m told. She slightly parts my legs, exposing where my vagina meets my arse. I can feel warm oil running off my lower back and down my side. A stream of more warm oil runs down my arse and into my vagina. She begins to rub, gently at first, her long fingers slip inside me, this sends a jolting sensation through my body, my inner muscles clench her finger as she slowly moves them in and out, in and out. She slips out of me, pulls me up and in towards her by my hips. I am now on my hands and knees. I feel dirty and exposed, but I don’t want it to stop. She slips her fingers inside me. Again, sending that jolting sensation streaming through my body. "Faster," I say as she moves in and out of me. I take one hand and begin to rub my clit, my entire body soaked. I can no longer tell the difference between the oil and my own juices. Her speed increases and so does mine. I clench her fingers tightly inside and rub my clit in circles with my index finger while the others on either side separate my lips. I move my body backwards and forwards, legs spread wide, hitting into her harder every time I moved backwards. My breath becomes shorter and faster. I’m on the brink of orgasm. She slaps my ass, making me want to come even more. I hold off the urge, the anticipation is overwhelming. She slaps me again, this time harder. I can’t hold it much longer. Her fingers slipping out slowly and fucking me harder on their return, she leans over me from behind, grabbing my breast and flicking my nipple with her index finger. My body responds, making me wild. I can’t take it anymore. My clit hardens, my inner muscles clench as my body begins to shake. She can feel me coming, slapping me again and again as I collapse onto my forearms with my face buried in the pillow, biting into it as I shake furiously until I cum, a very intense pulsing of my clit, the intensity multiplies, my mind shuts off and the sexual release cries of inexplicable joy escaping me, leaving me paralyzed. My skin remains sensitive to the touch.

She is gone.

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Billi Fox

Aspiring writer — putting thoughts into words about relationships, love, life, personal growth and even the naughty stuff. Living with purpose — on a perpetual life-time adventure.

@billi_foxx

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