Masseuse Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Masseuse Ch. 05

... through blouse one at a time, from the top. Eventually my PLTs were on view, which elicited a, "Oh nice, very nice!"

I moved right up close as I shrugged my blouse off, almost brushing his face with my PLTs before taking a step back and undoing the zip on the side of my skirt.

"Shall I let it go now?"

"Yes please."

I dropped it and stood only in my panties. I then hooked my thumbs into the sides and started to inch them down, pausing frequently for effect. Just as I reached the top of my sex I noticed a slight swelling under the towel.

"Would you like to see my pussy?"

"Yes, oh yes please."

I lowered my knickers and stood there in the buff. I don't know where I got the idea from but I pulled his towel away and crawled onto the table beside him. Brushing my PLTs on his chest, I started to fondle his cock. It took ages to get it more than half hard and only when he stroked my bum did the action start.

Lots of oil and lots of delicate stroking kept him aroused, but hardly stiff. I then used one of my last tricks and started whispering in his ear, making sure he could feel my breath on his cheek.

"Do you like my bum?

"Does it excite you?

"What about my pussy?

"Can you imagine your cock in it?

"Does it make you want to cum?

"Filling my pussy with your nice big cock.

"Feeling how slippery it is.

"How wet it is as you slide right in."

A tiny pearl of precum seeped from the eye of his cock.

"Oh yes," he sighed, "faster ...

... now.

"Faster!

"Oh yea, just like that!"

I felt his balls lift and knew I was seconds away. He lifted his bum off the table, grunted, and a thin white dribble of cum emerged from the tip of his already softening cock.

I think he was my oldest and most difficult cumer, but he was very happy and tipped me generously, much more than my usual tariff. So, by now, you will have realised that I like making men cum and enjoy watching as they empty their balls, simply because I am stroking their cocks. I suppose it's a power thing, which will become important later.

My hidden desire for power was heightened by George from Bolton, although I didn't recognise it at the time. He, you will recall from My Story Continues Further, was the chap who wanted me to go on stimulating his cock after he had cum. He wanted me to go on rubbing and tugging no matter how much he protested, until he uttered his safe word.

We had a particularly sexy session with lots of edging, which by now I really enjoyed. After several near orgasms he eventually succumbed to the 'never ending vagina' stroke that Carla had taught me. Well they all do in the end. He let fly, and cum spurted all over his stomach and chest in thick white jets.

As agreed, I carried on stimulating his cock and it stayed remarkably hard, in spite of his obvious pain and the deep purple colour of his glans. I stroked and masturbated vigorously while he protested. I pulled my closed fist up and down hard, over the swollen tip while he ...