Now, that's a massage! Part 2
Oh, how I wanted his hands on me again. It was all I could think about. I could never admit it. I could never tell anyone. How could I tell my friends that the most erotic, most deeply satisfying sexual experience of my life was dealt through the hands of a man? Tell them that I had that man's cock in my mouth? Tell them that this man came in my mouth? And, that I loved it?!?
I had relived it so many times in my mind and each time I would become so arroused. My body, my hard cock seemed to crave his hands and the way those hands could make me feel. So totally lost in the pleasure, as if I had melted into the massage table. Almost at his mercy, so ready to give myself to him, to be his, just to prolong the incredible plessure. That is how I felt. That is what I was thinking each and every time I relived it. I had started to become addicted to the memory and with each passing day, I only wanted to experience it again. Maybe, even experience more. Did I want his hands just to pleasure me and make me cum or was it something more? Was it also his cock? Was his cock in my mouth what made it so incredible?
I tried to stay away but that experience was too overwhelming, too powerful. I had to have his hands on me again. I had to feel that pleasure again. I even knew, I wanted his cock again.
On the table, again face down. My cock was already hard, already arroused. The anticipation of what I hoped would come. I was glad I was on my stomach and able to hide it. But, I part of me wanted him to see it. A part of me wanted to let him know his affect on me without having to say. My rock hard erection, just from being near him, just from the anticipation, would of done just that. Oh, yes! Those warm, oiled hands, finally on me again. Again, starting on my calves. Please, oh please, rub your dick on me again. My thoughts made my already hard cock throb and ache. Oh, gosh, yes! I can feel his balls on the sole of my foot, right through the thin material of his shorts. Fuck, I want those in my mouth. Yes, his balls and his hard cock, I can feel them both, he is already as hard as I am, too! Did he moan? Fuck, he let out a soft moan? Does he know what he is doing to me? Pre cum has to be just dripping out of me right now.
His hands rubbing my thighs and slipping seductively under my towel. Each thrusting pass of his gasping hands up my thighs, makes his cock slide up the sole of my foot. Oh my! He is fucking my foot. He is fucking the sensitive sole of my foot! I can feel it, I can feel his hard cock! My face down, I bit my own lip. Every sense seeemed heightened, every nerve on end. What is he doing to me?!? How can I be this arroused? Fuck, his hard dick feels incredible! I think I'm trembling? Am I trembling?
Oh, man yes, oh, that feels amazing. His hands sliding up under the towel and over my ass cheeks. Oh gosh, so much more forward this time. He let the towel fall to the floor as his oiled, strong hands squeezed and kneaded my ass. Wow, ohhhh, that does feel good. Fuck, he is spreading my ass! He is pulling my cheeks apart, gripping me, kneading me, opening me! Fuck, touch it! Touch my hole! Fuck, please! Damn, I even arched my back! What is he doing to me?!? Fuck, I am trembling. Oh, gosh, touch my hole, lick it, push your finger into it, into me! Please... anything! Just touch me!!!
My body cried for his touch, longed for his touch, craved his touch. A quivering mass of caged sexual need and want. He knew it, he knew he could and would push me past any preconceived limit to how far I would go and how much plessure I could endure. I would of never imagined I would beg for a man to use me, to use my ass. Yet, I was, but just not yet able to say it, to exclaim it, to ask for it. Oh my gosh, I want him! I want his cock! Please, move to me and fuck my mouth. Gosh, please, anything! I exhaled when I felt his hands on my shoulders. He was going to take his time. He was going to push my limits.
He had me roll onto my back. With no towel over me, my raging hard on bounced and throbbed leaving a sticky, sweet stream of pre cum from my cock's tip to my belly. Another towel was now placed over my eyes. I realized I was gripping the edges of the table, hard. I was craving and waiting for what might happen next. I wanted to touch him, I just wanted to touch my cock. I wanted to stroke myself and climax. I was begging for it, dying for it. I needed it so! His hands on my wrists, he stopped me. He pinned them to my sides. He was above me now, on the table with me and straddling me. Holding down my hands, he lowered himself to me. I felt his balls on my face. I felt the firmness of his cock on my lips. He held there, hovering. Hovering his asshole just above my mouth, his balls now resting on my chin. I could not see, but I sensed it. I knew what he wanted of me, to give in, to submit, and he was waiting for it. Waiting for me to silently admit my lust, to silently admit an uncontrollable desire. It was too much, my lust too strong. I licked his asshole, hungerly, eagerly. He tasted so good, it just felt so right. I licked him, I kissed and ate his ass, making us both moan, out loud, in pleasure.
He ripped the towel from my face amd pushed down on his rock hard dick. He pointed it at my mouth, rubbed it on my lips and I accepted it. He pushed it down, deep, and nearly gagged me. Then, oh man, finally! His fantastic mouth found my own cock. Already wet with my own pre cum, he licked it as it throbbed and danced. His cock in my mouth, the taste of his sweet pre cum on my tongue, the wonderful, cock stuffed, full feeling in my throat. My cock, so hard and ready to explode, in his mouth... Fuck, yes. Oh, fuck... yes! I'm cumming, I'm cumming! My body, so tense, so quivering, now finally felt that wonderful, amazing release. I moaned around his cock. He pulled it from my mouth and I kissed it, over and over again, til my face was wet with my own saliva. I lay spent, exhausted, lost.
He climbed off the table as I layed there breathless. Like putty in his hands, he rolled me over. Warm oil splashed against my ass and down my ass crack. Then, that wonderful hard dick of his began to slide up and down me. My ass cheeks open for him, his cock glided against my opening. I arched my back, accepting, inviting his cock to penetrate me. I nad never been fuckec before, but wanted nothing more. Take me, use me. My silent pleas were heard. Slick, lubed, hard dick pushing against my asshole then pressed inside. So full, so incredibly, wonderfully full, I felt. My hole instinctely bared down on him and milked him as he released his load into me. So warm, so incredible the feeling, the knowledge that he was cumming inside me. I relaxed, so limp now, so content, as he moved his cock back and forth, in and out. I had been fucked, so wondefully fucked. I felt my body, my mind begin
I had relived it so many times in my mind and each time I would become so arroused. My body, my hard cock seemed to crave his hands and the way those hands could make me feel. So totally lost in the pleasure, as if I had melted into the massage table. Almost at his mercy, so ready to give myself to him, to be his, just to prolong the incredible plessure. That is how I felt. That is what I was thinking each and every time I relived it. I had started to become addicted to the memory and with each passing day, I only wanted to experience it again. Maybe, even experience more. Did I want his hands just to pleasure me and make me cum or was it something more? Was it also his cock? Was his cock in my mouth what made it so incredible?
I tried to stay away but that experience was too overwhelming, too powerful. I had to have his hands on me again. I had to feel that pleasure again. I even knew, I wanted his cock again.
On the table, again face down. My cock was already hard, already arroused. The anticipation of what I hoped would come. I was glad I was on my stomach and able to hide it. But, I part of me wanted him to see it. A part of me wanted to let him know his affect on me without having to say. My rock hard erection, just from being near him, just from the anticipation, would of done just that. Oh, yes! Those warm, oiled hands, finally on me again. Again, starting on my calves. Please, oh please, rub your dick on me again. My thoughts made my already hard cock throb and ache. Oh, gosh, yes! I can feel his balls on the sole of my foot, right through the thin material of his shorts. Fuck, I want those in my mouth. Yes, his balls and his hard cock, I can feel them both, he is already as hard as I am, too! Did he moan? Fuck, he let out a soft moan? Does he know what he is doing to me? Pre cum has to be just dripping out of me right now.
His hands rubbing my thighs and slipping seductively under my towel. Each thrusting pass of his gasping hands up my thighs, makes his cock slide up the sole of my foot. Oh my! He is fucking my foot. He is fucking the sensitive sole of my foot! I can feel it, I can feel his hard cock! My face down, I bit my own lip. Every sense seeemed heightened, every nerve on end. What is he doing to me?!? How can I be this arroused? Fuck, his hard dick feels incredible! I think I'm trembling? Am I trembling?
Oh, man yes, oh, that feels amazing. His hands sliding up under the towel and over my ass cheeks. Oh gosh, so much more forward this time. He let the towel fall to the floor as his oiled, strong hands squeezed and kneaded my ass. Wow, ohhhh, that does feel good. Fuck, he is spreading my ass! He is pulling my cheeks apart, gripping me, kneading me, opening me! Fuck, touch it! Touch my hole! Fuck, please! Damn, I even arched my back! What is he doing to me?!? Fuck, I am trembling. Oh, gosh, touch my hole, lick it, push your finger into it, into me! Please... anything! Just touch me!!!
My body cried for his touch, longed for his touch, craved his touch. A quivering mass of caged sexual need and want. He knew it, he knew he could and would push me past any preconceived limit to how far I would go and how much plessure I could endure. I would of never imagined I would beg for a man to use me, to use my ass. Yet, I was, but just not yet able to say it, to exclaim it, to ask for it. Oh my gosh, I want him! I want his cock! Please, move to me and fuck my mouth. Gosh, please, anything! I exhaled when I felt his hands on my shoulders. He was going to take his time. He was going to push my limits.
He had me roll onto my back. With no towel over me, my raging hard on bounced and throbbed leaving a sticky, sweet stream of pre cum from my cock's tip to my belly. Another towel was now placed over my eyes. I realized I was gripping the edges of the table, hard. I was craving and waiting for what might happen next. I wanted to touch him, I just wanted to touch my cock. I wanted to stroke myself and climax. I was begging for it, dying for it. I needed it so! His hands on my wrists, he stopped me. He pinned them to my sides. He was above me now, on the table with me and straddling me. Holding down my hands, he lowered himself to me. I felt his balls on my face. I felt the firmness of his cock on my lips. He held there, hovering. Hovering his asshole just above my mouth, his balls now resting on my chin. I could not see, but I sensed it. I knew what he wanted of me, to give in, to submit, and he was waiting for it. Waiting for me to silently admit my lust, to silently admit an uncontrollable desire. It was too much, my lust too strong. I licked his asshole, hungerly, eagerly. He tasted so good, it just felt so right. I licked him, I kissed and ate his ass, making us both moan, out loud, in pleasure.
He ripped the towel from my face amd pushed down on his rock hard dick. He pointed it at my mouth, rubbed it on my lips and I accepted it. He pushed it down, deep, and nearly gagged me. Then, oh man, finally! His fantastic mouth found my own cock. Already wet with my own pre cum, he licked it as it throbbed and danced. His cock in my mouth, the taste of his sweet pre cum on my tongue, the wonderful, cock stuffed, full feeling in my throat. My cock, so hard and ready to explode, in his mouth... Fuck, yes. Oh, fuck... yes! I'm cumming, I'm cumming! My body, so tense, so quivering, now finally felt that wonderful, amazing release. I moaned around his cock. He pulled it from my mouth and I kissed it, over and over again, til my face was wet with my own saliva. I lay spent, exhausted, lost.
He climbed off the table as I layed there breathless. Like putty in his hands, he rolled me over. Warm oil splashed against my ass and down my ass crack. Then, that wonderful hard dick of his began to slide up and down me. My ass cheeks open for him, his cock glided against my opening. I arched my back, accepting, inviting his cock to penetrate me. I nad never been fuckec before, but wanted nothing more. Take me, use me. My silent pleas were heard. Slick, lubed, hard dick pushing against my asshole then pressed inside. So full, so incredibly, wonderfully full, I felt. My hole instinctely bared down on him and milked him as he released his load into me. So warm, so incredible the feeling, the knowledge that he was cumming inside me. I relaxed, so limp now, so content, as he moved his cock back and forth, in and out. I had been fucked, so wondefully fucked. I felt my body, my mind begin
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