Hi, I am Stella, 28 years old, residing in Mumbai. My figure of 36-28-38 may get some people to call me busty or curvy. My boyfriend often has trouble keeping his hands to himself, especially when meeting me.
Within a few weeks of our relationship, we were already fucking each other like insatiable people. To make sure we stay attracted to each other, we would also work out as often as possible. To avoid getting muscle tension, I would also get a full body massage once every 1-2 months.
To be comfortable with the process, I would always insist on getting a woman masseuse. As part of my regular routine, I visited the center one Saturday morning. I requested my preferred lady masseuse. She was unwell, due to which they then assigned another lady masseuse to me.
As a part of the process, I undressed in the private bathroom and came outside wearing my bra and panty under a bathrobe. The lady asked me to lie on the bed with my back facing her. She opened my robe and slid it below my waist. She started working her magic with my back.
I started to relax. She was good. She unhooked my bra to avoid getting my bra from getting any oil stains. Normally that was only needed. But she insisted on getting my bra completely out of the way. She is only a lady. She knows what she is doing, thinking that I followed her instructions.
Now her hands started to move to other places too. Her hands started to feel the side of my breasts too. I am sexual and can get turned on quickly. Her firm hands were moving with confidence. She then slid the bathrobe down, her hands on my ass, ‘easing the tension in glutes.’
My breath was getting hot and heavy. She removed my panty ‘to avoid oil staining.’ She poured a lot of oil on my butt cheeks. A significant part of which slid to my ass crack and pussy. I like keeping my pussy hairless as bf enjoys licking my ‘chikni chut.’
But with a lot of oil entering my pussy, I wondered if this massage would be just for relaxation. She continued her massage by squeezing my ass gently at first and started to get aggressive. This was new to me. Then suddenly, her fingers started to rub the oil in my ass hole too.
This was all a new experience for me. My boyfriend had fucked me in the ass even licked my asshole several times. But this was the first time a woman touched me intimately. I started to enjoy it and even moaned softly in response. My ass was tensing up in response.
“Turn over,” she instructed. I was surprised. Normally the masseuse would slide up the towel before asking me to turn. She made no such effort. Awkwardly as I turned over, I started to feel embarrassed of my nakedness. At this point, my cunt was wet with my juices and oil.
I just hoped the wetness should not be as visible. She poured oil over my boobs, shoulders and hands. Softly starting with fingertips, she moved up to my shoulders, pressing it gently.
“What’s your size?” she asked softly.
“Excuse me, what size?” I responded.
“What’s your breast size?” she asked again.
“Oh! It’s 36,” I replied.
“36 what? What’s size bra do you wear?” she continued probing.
“36 DD, why?” I asked again.
“Your breasts are quite toned for your size. Make sure you get them massaged as often as possible to avoid any sag as you get older,” she said. “Though I am sure your partner will be doing that regularly to you, it is better if you also get it massaged from a professional.”
At this point, I was sure this was no longer a harmless massage. She was getting too personal. “Ok, sure,” was the best response I could come up with. Then suddenly, she started rubbing my breasts. These started with basic rubs to full groping style rubs.
My breast went from milky white to dark pink. Further to groping, she played with my nipples, pinching them. Her hands started to slide down to my waist. At this point, her massage was no longer gentle and relaxing. My legs were tightly shut. I knew where her hands would go next.
She started to rub my pussy lips gently at first. “Hmm, there is a lot of tension in your body. You need to relax,” she whispered. At this point, I was too nervous even to respond. I might end up moaning loud if I opened my mouth. She tried to part my legs to gain better access to my cunt.
At this point, I knew it had gone too far. With 100 thoughts in my head, I got up and gently pushed her hands away from my body. “I think this is sufficient. I am quite relaxed now. Thanks,” I said in a firm icy cold voice.
I felt quite the opposite. My body was at the peak of its excitement. But I had to stop her before I got to my point of release. My body was under more stress, and I needed a quick sexual release. I rushed to the bathroom and almost thought of masturbating. But I needed to get out of that place quickly.
It just felt awkward to stay at that place, even for another minute. I quickly showered, dressed up, paid the cashier, and almost rushed out. I quickly messaged my boyfriend. I needed someone to talk to. He picked me up in his car 10 minutes later from a café close to the center.
Somehow while narrating the entire incident, I saw his expression change from concern to an expression of interest to aroused. I could even see his cock get under his track shorts. He said that the place was a reputed one, and there was no chance of any shady business.
Maybe the masseuse was a lesbian and just saw this as a chance of getting frisky with a customer. If needed, I could even complain to the authorities about it.
He then came closer and whispered, “So, tell me, did you get aroused when her fingers played with your pussy? How did she pinch your nipples? Can I see how red your nipples have become?”
I stared at him incredulously. “What the fuck, Rohan? I am sitting here with you scared as fuck, and all you can think of is whether I was turned on or not,” almost yelling at him.
“Hahahaha, of course, you were aroused. I know that voice. After foreplay that long when you didn’t get a release, you sound frustrated and angry. Come let me help you,” he responded.
“Fuck you,” getting angrier at him, pushing him away as he got closer.
“Arre, I am helping you only. Where did you say you stopped her when she was rubbing your chut?” his hands were parting my legs wide. His hands slid my panties down. He looked around to see if anyone was on the street, then he bent over and started licking me.
“Fuck, your chut must have been so wet for hours now,” He said as he licked my cunt. My body was aroused again, all the stress leaving my body. This was a safe space. Parting my pussy lips apart, he spat more between the exposed part and continued his intense licks.
I was moaning like a whore. I closed my eyes shut as he slid to my seat, adjusting the backrest to recline as he adjusted himself over me.
“I have never seen you get so wet down there. Maybe I could learn a lesson or two from that lesbian chick to get you in the mood,” he chuckled playfully. I slapped him lightly on his face in response. He slid his track pants down adjusted his hard cock, entering my pussy at one go.
His long and deep thrusts were driving me crazy. “Open your blouse buttons and slide your bra down,” as he kept thrusting me. He loves watching them bounce and giving me hickeys on my breasts. I wrapped my legs around his waist.
I opened my blouse and slid my bra straps down, giving him the view of the bounce. My fingers entered his mouth, getting some of his salivae. I rubbed them on my red tits. Giving him the kind of slut moves he enjoys as he kept fucking me deep, helping me get my much-needed peak.
“Ahhh, now that’s more like my randi, relaxed and slutty when she finds my cock. No fucking horny pussy can understand my rand like the way I do,” he spoke huskily. As if in response, the thrust got deep, and he didn’t pull out. The two of us orgasmed together.
We stayed like that for a while, almost naked in each other’s arms. I finally found my relaxation with his cock inside me and his warm body over mine.
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