Massage Gone Right

"All ready for your appointment?" The deep voice of the massage therapist rumbles into the room. I'm in my yoga pants and tank top, hair up in a messy bun. I've been waiting for this appointment for weeks. I turn to greet the therapist and try not to stare.

He's dressed all in white, a colour that sets off the tan in his skin. He's tall--taller than my ex boyfriend, anyway--and even though his shirt is loose, I can see the firmness of his muscles through it. He cracks a smile as if he knows what I'm thinking, all dimples and white teeth. The shadow of stubble on his cheeks and chin matches the chocolatey brown of his hair, but--

I'm staring again.

"Sorry," I say, breathless, then panic as I realize I all but admitted to staring at him. "I'm--out of practice with selfcare."

"Don't worry about it," The therapist says, lowering the lights and turning on an aroma therapy machine. "My name is Dante. Is there anywhere in particular you want to focus on today?"

"Just general relaxation," I answer. "I'm tight all over."

His eyes flash at my words--or do I imagine it? No... get a hold of yourself! He's a professional.

"Alright. I'll give you the room--just call my name when you're ready."

"Just--" I gesture to the massage table. "Take everything off?"

"If you're comfortable. Then climb under the towel."

Dante leaves, and damn if the lingering scent of his cologne isn't enough to make me grind my teeth. This is my own fault. Massage foreplay was always my favourite--it's only reasonable that I'm feeling a bit excited.

I pull off my clothes, then slowly slide out of my thong and bra. The air is chilled and my nipples peak, but I hurry under the towel. By the time Dante comes back in, I'm face down on the table.

"Perfect," He rumbles, sliding a hand down my shoulder. "Let's get started."

He folds the towel down just enough that it uncovers my lower back, then gets to work. The oil he pours on my skin is warm, and from the first touch of his big hands, it's hard for me not to moan. He works my muscles with expert care, and I let myself settle into the embrace of his cologne and his touch.

When it's time to move to my legs, he adjusts the towel again.

"If you want, we can keep you partially covered."

"No," I say, mortified to hear my voice come out as slightly breathless. I clear my throat. "You can take the towel off if it'll help."

He does so, sliding it off and baring my ass in one slow movement. Do I imagine it, or does he hesitate?

"Calves and feet first," He says, almost as if he's talking to himself.

A moan does escape me when he starts rubbing my lower legs and feet. It feels so good, it's as though I'm turning to liquid for him. He slowly works his way up, until he's massaging the backs of my upper thighs. My hips sway along with the pressure Dante is applying, and maybe I'm a bad person--but I spread my legs ever so slightly. I doubt he'll even notice.

He starts working the knots out of my glutes, and to my surprise, my pussy starts getting wet. I'm imagining him taking me right here on the table.

Another little gasp escapes my lips as he finds a particularly tender spot.

"Is that good?" I confirm that it is, and he works it a little harder. After a few seconds, he pauses. "If you're comfortable, bending your left knee will help me get into the knot." A little shiver runs through me, and I slowly bend my knee, exposing my entire ass to him.

His fingers trace lines across my cheeks, then slip a little bit lower. He's still moving in slow, delicate circles, and the first time he brushes against the outer lips of my vagina, I can almost tell myself it's an accident. He hums low in his throat, and the hesitant touch comes again. I keep my head down, but arch my back slightly, subtly giving him more access if he wants it.

One hand braces against my shoulder, and the other dips low again. Little by little, he starts massaging my vagina and fingering me. I get wetter, and I just know he can feel what he's doing to me.

"Dante...?" I whisper, and the pressure against my pussy increases. I spread my legs wider still, I can barely help it, and that's when I feel his first finger dip inside of me. I gasp, and he presses in farther, up to the knuckle. He swirls the juices gathering there and slowly... so slowly... starts to pump his finger in and out of me. Another shiver courses over my skin, and Dante adds another finger.

In the matter of a few seconds, I am completely at his mercy while he finger fucks me. He does things I've never felt before -- spinning and curling and almost sending me to the edge -- and then withdraws. He moves quietly to the head of the massage table and starts to work my neck and shoulders. I'm about to beg for more, when I feel his erection press up against my shoulder.

"Shh," He whispers, massaging my

neck. "The lobby is full of people out there."

I keep my head down, but reach an oil-slick hand forward. He grunts as my hand finds the bulge of his penis through his pants, then slip inside. His skin is smooth and his dick is hot in my hand. Using the oils he spread over my body, I start slowly jacking him off. My hips twitch of their own accord, desperate for friction, and Dante stifles a gasp as he continues to massage me. We continue on like this for a few minutes, him fisting my hair and me getting wetter by the second. His cock twitches in my hand and he grunts.

"Not yet." Then he pulls away. He's back at the other end of the bed now, and he starts massaging my thighs again. "You feel so good... but what do you taste like?" He spreads my legs and I nearly shriek as he pulls me backwards on the table. I feel the weight of his shoulders settle against my knees, and then his tongue is inside me. There is no warning. I'm in his domain, and I can't get enough.

The way he eats me out is feral--all teeth and tongue and lips. I'm humping backward against his face without even realizing it. It's all I can do not to cry out in pleasure.

A slow shudder starts to build in me as he sucks on my clit.

"Yes," He growls, voice muffled by the lips of my vagina. "Cum on my face -- quietly." His words are at odds with his actions though, because as soon as he tells me to be quiet, he thrusts a finger into me alongside his tongue. A yelp of delight escapes me, and then I'm overcome with my orgasm.

I don't know if I'm loud or not, but I swear I see stars as I ride his face on the massage table. He licks it up and sucks me until I can't even remember my own name, quietly moaning his delight the whole time. I've barely caught my breath before he presses me forward again.

"Knees," He whispers, and I crawl up to all fours. The massage table has been lowered near the ground, which makes it easier for him to line his legs up behind me. "You said you were tight everywhere... let's see."

He is not gentle with me, but the oil and my own cum make it easy for him to slip deep inside of me with the first thrust. He is wasting no time.

I reel back against him and he grabs hold of my tits, working them with his powerful hands.

"That's right," He whispers, voice shaking as he tries not to let the people in the lobby hear him. "Work with me."

In feverish, tense, pleasure filled silence, we fuck each other ragged. The massage table doesn't squeak, and the oil mutes the sounds of our bodies slapping together. I've never been fucked so fast or hard as Dante fucks me now.

At one point, I flip on the table and let him drive even deeper, my legs resting against his shoulders. He grabs handfuls of my ass and slams home into me. It's the most delicious form of torture to keep quiet. He massages my ass as he takes me, lifting me up only to drop me down again and plunge deeper.

"Doctor?" A voice from outside the door calls. We freeze, his penis buried deep inside me. "I have that paperwork for signing."

"One moment."

We drag each other off the massage table, nearly slipping in the oils, but he doesn't let his dick slip out. Only when we're at the door does he pull free and ease me down to my knees just beyond the door. Right as Dante opens the door a crack to reveal his admin assistant, I start deep throating him. I can taste my own cum mixed with his precum, and I drag my teeth gently along the length of his shaft.

His knuckles go white on the door frame, and I suck harder, drooling down his cock and swallowing his dick. I can't hear what he's saying, but it doesn't sound like he's being very convincing. My tits bounce as I push him deeper and deeper down my throat, until finally he grunts and all but slams the door in the admin's face.

"You," He whispers, and pulls me back to the massage table. "You're mine."

Our movements are hurried and frantic, now. I lay on my back with one leg up, and he braces one foot on the bed and one on the floor.

My pussy is aching for release, and I can feel how tight his balls are getting. I start shuddering, and he can tell I'm close.

"I'm going to cum inside of you," He snarls, voice whisper soft. My voice shakes as my boobs bounce with the weight of his thrusts. He catches them in his hands and twists my nipples.

"Yes," I gasp. "Push in as deep as you can. --y--yes!" I reach around and lift his balls. This pushes him over the edge, and he rams into me so hard I feel it in my cervix, and then he's pounding me and cumming hard and long.

I start shaking as the pressure builds, and then I'm cumming with him. I can't help the shout that escapes me. He draws everything out of me until it's spilling out the sides of my pussy, deeper and deeper, until I have nothing left.

He finally pulls out, and we're both breathing heavy as we start to try and piece ourselves back together.

"Same appointment time next week?"