Semester - Week 1 - The massage - Sex Stories

Semester - Week 1 - The massage

... other thigh before starting with my gluteus maximus.

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My arms and legs had melted under Jerome's expert skills. It was no wonder that he was Professor's personal masseuse. He squeezed some more oil from the bottle on top of my butt cheeks. I felt a little insecure about him touching my ass, but he had gotten me in such a state of relaxation that in the end I did not care. To my slight surprise, Jerome replaced the stones on my back with another towel. And to my way bigger surprise, he climbed on the massage table and sat bluntly on top of me. 'HEY!', I shouted through the face-hole of the table. 'Relax madame!', Jerome said firmly back at me. He was facing the direction of my legs and soon I felt his hands on my ass when he started to spread the oil. "Is he planning to massage me like this?", I thought in silence. I had never experienced a style of massage such as that.

Jerome was quite light so he was able to pull this trick easily. Anyone heavier might've been problematic. And it soon dawned on me, that it was not his first time doing this. When he leaned forward, his hands slid all the way to my calves. He kept going up and down my legs and ass while increasing the pressure little by little. "Oh my god! This feels so good!", I enjoyed it. Like before, his fingers "accidentally" touched the more sensitive places between my legs and I felt a slight jolt. I no longer cared as much.

After 5 to 10 minutes of teasing ...

... like this, I was turned on. I hoped that he did not notice the state I was in, but he probably did. I was broadcasting clear signs of arousal even if I did not want to. I was woken from my relaxed state when I heard him saying something like, 'Acte final!'. He pulled himself up for the last time, rolled the towel to cover my legs, and took a good grip on my tight ass. The grip was so intense that I flinched a little. That is when I noticed something odd. I could not move. And right after that, I understood the purpose of the so-called weights on my limbs. They were not only to help me relax, they were to tie me down. Without me even noticing, Jerome had cuffed my hands and legs to the metal links at the sides of the table. And if that was not enough, Jerome was sitting on my back. I tried to struggle, but he just laughed and said, 'Tsk tsk tsk.'. If you can call that "saying".

Words of Professor Yahaira came to my mind, "As you might've guessed already, these tasks are sexual in nature.". "So, this is the first task she will make me endure? Fine!", I told myself. Now that I was entrapped so nicely, it would have been futile to try to fight back. So I stopped my struggling and took a deep breath instead. Whatever Professor and Jerome had planned, I can take it.

Jerome sat for a moment to see if I had stopped moving and then he resumed his session. His hands slid lower from my white and toned globes until they reached my inner thighs. This time, there was no "accidental" ...