Sensual Massage

I’m standing in the massage room, trying and failing to breathe. Today is my first time trying an erotic massage, and I am not sure what to expect. It was comforting to find a private therapist that offered the process in her own place; I don’t think I would have been brave enough to walk into one of those public salons that advertise erotic experiences. Kiara’s web page describes her as a tantric therapy expert. She sounds like the kind of person I would like to help me break out of my shy sexual shell and into experiencing my body more intensely.
Standing here, wearing nothing but a silk robe, I can feel how my senses are already opening up. The soft light of the candles; the mysterious but unmistakably sensual scent emanating from them. The perfect temperature. I close my eyes, letting the restlessness turn into anticipation. I hear the door open: Kiara is in the room. Her presence is overwhelming, electrifying. I had the first taste of it when she welcomed me into her place, but now I can feel her sexual energy unleashed.
When I turn toward her, I have to hold on to the massage table. She’s wearing only a robe, too. It takes all of my willpower not to jump her and devour every inch of her luscious body, outlined as it is by the flowing fabric.
“Welcome to your sexual space, my darling,” Kiara coos in that buttery voice that makes my skin lift in goosebumps. “Please get on the table, face down.”
I do as I am told, trying to hide the shaking of my hands. The table has a warming mechanism, and I note that even though she doesn’t cover any part of my naked body, it feels comfortable.
“I am here to be a giver to you, my darling,” Kiara explains. “What I offer is for you and you only. You are to relax into the sensations without giving anything in return unless it is within your desire to do so. This experience is meant to be different from what you are accustomed to doing in your daily life. You are the center of this little universe that we create here. Your pleasure is the most important goal for me today.”
Her words are enough to make my pussy soaked. I feel the libations leak between my thighs, and my clit throbs in anticipation.
“Thank you, Kiara,” I manage to respond, my brain now too foggy to think.
The masseuse’s hands skilfully caress my back, making me relax completely. The restlessness that had transformed into anticipation has now bloomed into full-on desire.
“Don’t forget to express yourself, my darling,” Kiara encourages. “Don’t be shy with your sounds, and don’t withhold your words. I am here to please you; my hands and my body are yours to enjoy.”
“Yes, I love it; this feels so good,” I moan while her hands run down to massage my legs. She goes down to my feet, kneading them in a way that sends an electrical current all the way to my pussy. The sounds coming from my throat are usually reserved for fucking, but here I’m discovering that my feet can receive handjobs that bring me to the edge of cumming.
The dexterous hands explore up my calves, bringing the sensation up and up. When she gets to my thighs, I gasp loudly; within a few strokes, I can tell that the massage oil is now mixed with the libations from my eager pussy.
“Oh my God, yes, yes, touch my cunt, please,” the words escape my mouth before my brain can process them. For a millisecond, I think Kiara may back off, but to my maddening delight, her talented fingers find my wet folds. I instinctively spread my legs and lift my butt.
“Hold on, let me help you there, darling,” the beauty says, reaching for a rolled towel that she sets under my hips. That leaves my buttcheeks spread open. The soft-fingered caress is driving me to the point of madness. “Do you want me to eat you up, darling?” she asks as if reading my mind.
“Yes, yes, please, eat me up, eat my pussy, please,” my cries are turning desperate. The feeling of her warm breath on my slit as her face comes in between my thighs sends shivers of pleasure through my whole body. And yet, the sensation is quickly overturned by that of her talented tongue exploring every fold. As my peak approaches, Kiara masterfully places one finger on each of my holes and reaches to suckle on my clit. I cum harder than I can remember ever doing before. I feel my pussy squirt for the first time in my life. As soon as my brain can function again, I turn around, desperate for more.
“What do you need, darling? Tell me. It is ok to express your desire,” the goddess offers.
“I need to touch you,” I respond, barely louder than a whisper. “And I want more. Please give me more.”
“Where do you want to touch me, little one?”
“I want to caress your breasts, please,” I beg her.
Kiara smiles sweetly, taking a step back. She slowly undoes the tie of her robe, letting it fall open. Taking her time, the beauty lets her breathing be the only movement in the room. It is enough to make the silky fabric slip leisurely. The way it keeps me in suspense as the edge of the fabric travels over her breasts, climbing the hardened peaks of her nipples to finally unfurl to leave those firm, magnificent tits in full view makes my pussy ache with desire. I try clenching my legs together to create some friction, desperate to feel more. My gaze slides down her body: instead of panties, she is wearing a strap-on. I reach for it to pull her close to me.
My magical therapist climbs on the table on top of me. I instinctively hold up my head, a silent request for a kiss. She obliges, and the first touch of her tongue on mine is like fire. My legs spread on their own to envelop her; I pull to guide the strap-on to the entrance of my cunt. Kiara fucks me deep and hard, my hands playing with her magnificent tits.
“That’s it, my darling; enjoy. This is all for you. Unleash your climax on me.”
I scream out my orgasm, pussy walls clenching around the thick dildo that is fucking me to oblivion. The waves of pleasure seem endless, a series of aftershocks running through my core much longer than I ever thought possible.
I feel boneless, my brain unable to process anything. All I can do is float away in this endless pool of bliss. The lovely Kiara wraps me up in warm sheets like a cocoon. The last thought I manage before drifting off is that I must have this over and over again.
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