I’m Stella, a 28-year-old Mumbai resident. Some people might think that because I’m 36-28-38, I’m busty or curvy. When he first meets me, my boyfriend frequently has trouble keeping his hands to himself.
We were already fucking each other like insatiable people a few weeks after we started dating. We would also exercise as frequently as we could in order to maintain our attraction. I would also get a full-body massage once every 1-2 months to avoid muscle tension.
I would always insist on hiring a female masseuse so that I could feel at ease with the process. One Saturday morning, I went to the center as part of my regular routine. I inquired of my favorite female masseuse. They then assigned me to another female masseuse because she was ill.
I undressed in the private bathroom and exited wearing my bra and panty and a bathrobe as part of the procedure. I was directed to lie on the bed with my back to the woman. She slid my robe down below my waist after opening it. She began manipulating my back with her magic.
I began to unwind. She was decent. She unhooked my bra to prevent oil stains from appearing on it. Usually, only that was required. However, she insisted that my bra be moved completely out of the way. She is merely a woman. She thinks I followed her instructions because she knows what she is doing.
Her hands began to move in other directions at this point. She started to feel the side of my breasts as well with her hands. I have sexual urges and am quick to seduce. Her steadfast hands were confidently moving. After that, “easing the tension in glutes,” she pulled the bathrobe down and placed her hands on my a$$.
My breath was becoming heavier and hotter. She took off my pants to prevent oil stains. She applied a lot of oil to my cheeks and buttocks. A significant portion of it slipped into my pussy and cracked ass. Because my boyfriend enjoys licking my “chikni chut,” I like to keep my pussy hairless.
However, as a lot of oil entered my puss, I questioned whether this massage was just for relaxation. She continued her massage by initially gently squeezing my lower back before becoming more aggressive. I was unaware of this. Her hands suddenly began to rub the oil into my ass hole as well.
I had never seen anything like it before. My boyfriend had repeatedly licked my groin and fucked me in the crotch. However, this was my first close encounter with a woman. I even moaned softly in response as I started to enjoy it. As a response, I was tensing up my ass.
She instructed, “Turn over.” I was taken aback. The masseuse would typically ask me to turn before lifting the towel. She didn’t even try. I started to feel self-conscious about my nakedness as I turned over in an awkward manner. My oil and juices had soaked into my cunt at this point.
I just hoped that the water would be less obvious. She applied oil to my hands, shoulders, and boobies. She gently pressed her fingertips on my shoulders as she moved up to my shoulders.
“What size are you?” She merely inquired.
“Sorry, what size?” I reacted.
“How big are your breasts?” She re-asked.
“Oh! I replied, “It’s 36.”
“36 what? Which bra size do you wear? She kept questioning.
“36 DD, why?” I again inquired.
For your size, your breasts are quite toned. To prevent sagging as you get older, get them massaged as often as possible, she advised. Even though I’m sure your partner will do that to you often, it’s better to have it massaged by a professional.
I was certain that this was no longer a harmless massage at this point. She was becoming too intimate. The best response I could come up with was, “Okay, sure.” She then abruptly began rubbing my breasts. These ranged from straightforward rubs to full groping styles.
Dark pink replaced milky white on my breast. She played with my nipples, pinching them, after groping me. Her hands began to fall toward my waist. Her massage was no longer gentle and reassuring at this point. My legs were closed tightly. I knew where she would move her hands next.
At first, she started gently rubbing my pussy lips. Hmm, your body seems to be under a lot of stress. She whispered, “You need to take a break.” I was too nervous to even respond at this point. If I opened my mouth, I might let out a loud moan. She tried to separate my legs so she could get to my cunt better.
I realized at this point that it had gone too far. I stood up and gently pushed her hands away from my body, 100 thoughts in my head. This, in my opinion, suffices. Now I’m pretty relaxed. “I said in a firm, icy-cold voice, “Thank you.”
Contrarily, I felt the opposite. My body was at its most exhilarating. But before I could reach my point of release, I had to stop her. I needed a quick sexual release because my body was going through more stress. As I raced to the bathroom, I nearly considered masturbating. However, I needed to leave that location quickly.
The mere fact that I remained there for another minute felt awkward. I almost rushed out after quickly washing, getting dressed, and paying the cashier. I emailed my boyfriend quickly. I needed to talk to someone. Ten minutes later, he picked me up in his car from a café near the center.
While he was recounting the entire incident, I noticed his expression shift from one of concern to one of interest and curiosity. Even under his track shorts, I could see his cock. He stated that there was no chance of shady business at the establishment, which had a good reputation.
It’s possible that the masseuse was a lesbian and just saw this as an opportunity to have a sexy time with a client. I could even make a complaint about it to the authorities if necessary.
After that, he drew nearer and whispered, “So, tell me, did you get aroused when her fingers played with your pussy?” How exactly did she nip your nipples? Can you show me how red your nipples are?
I looked at him dumbfounded. Rohan, what the f*ck? I almost yelled at him, “I am sitting here with you, scared as fuck, and all you can think about is whether I was turned on or not.”
“Of course, you were excited, hahahaha. That voice is mine. You sound frustrated and enraged after foreplay that long without a release. “Come, allow me to assist you,” he replied.
As he got closer, he yelled at him, “Fuck you,” pushing him away.
“Arre, I am only assisting you. When she was rubbing your chut, where did you say you stopped her? My legs were being parted wide by his hands. My pants were lowered by his hands. He bent over and started licking me after looking around to see if anyone was on the street.
He licked my cunt and said, “Fuck, your chut must have been so wet for hours now.” Once more, my body was stimulated, and the stress left my body. This was a secure location. He spat more between the exposed part and continued his intense licks after separating my pussy lips.
I was wailing like a coward. I closed my eyes as he slid into my seat and adjusted himself over me by reclining the backrest.
I’ve never witnessed you become so soaked down there. He chuckled jokingly, “Maybe I could learn a few things from that lesbian chick to get you in the mood.” In response, I lightly slapped him on the face. He entered my pussy at once as he lowered his track pants and adjusted his hard cock.
I was becoming irrational due to his prolonged and deep blows. As he continued to thrust me, he said, “Open your blouse buttons and slide your bra down.” He enjoys touching my breasts and watching them bounce. I encircled him at the waist with my legs.
I let him see the bounce by opening my blouse and lowering my bra straps. I got some of his saliva by inserting my fingers into his mouth. My red tits were rubbed with them. As he continued to fuck me deep, I gave him the slut moves he likes and helped me reach my much-needed peak.
“Ahhh, that more closely resembles my randi, who is laid-back and slutty when she finds my cock. He spoke huskily, “No fucking horny pussy can understand my rand like I do.” He didn’t pull out, but the thrust got deep as if in response. We both had orgasms together.
We remained nearly naked in each other’s arms for some time. With his cock inside of me and his warm body covering mine, I finally found relaxation.