Couples massage (part 2) - Sex Stories

Couples massage (part 2)

Continued story... When the massage was over I walked back into the mens locker room to shower and change clothes. Totally naked I turned around to see the woman who didn't complete my massage glaring at me. "You know....you've got some nerve!" "Excuse me?" I replied. With her hands on her hips and her face red she made herself clear: "You heard me. I'm a professional, licensed massage ther****t and not some cheap bimbo at some seedy underground establishment. And you're wife was even in the room, you lowdown cheater." I chuckled and looked her over, walking towards her in all my glory. "What the fuck is so funny?" she asked. "That you call yourself professional," I answered. She tried to speak but couldn't over the offense I'd evidently spoken. I went on, "You call yourself a professional, but not many professionals would go pantiless when massaging a husband with his wife on the other table and get wet about it..." "You had no business even touching there!" as she tried to justify herself. "And most 'female' professionals don't have any business in the mens locker room following a massage. And most professionals complete the job they were suppose to do. You didn't even finish my massage, " I said, as I stepped right in front of her causing her to back against the shower door. All she could say was, "your screwed up in the head." I smiled, "Do you always follow naked married men who are screwed up in the head into the bathroom after you tease them with a half ass ...

... massage?" With her back against the shower door and no where to go, I f***ed my hand up her skirt to feel her warm wet sex again. Hiking up her dress revealed her dark pubic that tried to conceal her pink hole. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure and then she slapped me in the face. "You're married, you dirty fucker!" she said. "And why hasn't that stopped you yet?" I said. "My fingers are in your cunt, not my face. But you sure aren't moving that, are you?" Her mouth opened in shock, and then she spit on me. I placed my hand around her throat and opened the shower door to f***e her in the shower with me. "You need to clean me up," I said, "and you're going to clean up your attitude." I turned on the warm water as she stood there in her white top and black skirt. As the water hit her mocha skin, I could see the rest of tattoos on her chest along with her dark nipples through her shirt. I guided her into the corner of the shower as the water ran over her dark hair and caused her mascara to run. "Do you want to spit on something?" I asked, as I slapped my 8.5 inch cut cock over her forehead. "Spit on this!" I demanded. I was surprised at how she looked up at me and obliged so easily. With her mouth open I pushed my into her warm mouth. I watched the imprint of my thick shaft within her cheek as I pushed into her throat deeper. I realized that wasn't resisting. She was doing her best to accommodate my cock in her throat and mouth, even if it did cause her eyes to tear up and made her gag ...