Hi readers! I am Jenny. This is my first story. Please forgive me for any mistakes.
I am a regular woman with 38-30-36 stats. I am chubby not skinny.
I have recently been transferred to Hyderabad from Bangalore. For the last few weeks, I have been very busy with the packing and house shifting and again unpacking in my new apartment. The cleaning and decorating my 2 BHK flat had left me exhausted and sore.
I was lying in my bedroom and binge watching a Korean drama. In between, there were advertisements about spa at home. The idea of having a good massage from the comfort of my own home sounded good to me.
I immediately booked a massage for myself at 8 pm. I got ready, took a bath, and put on my nightdress (knee-length long) and a sleeveless tee. I live on the 20th floor. There was an unobstructed view with glass doors for the balcony. As there were no buildings, I didn’t cover up the view with curtains.
I have had massages before with female professionals so I knew the routine.
At 7.55 pm, my doorbell rang.
I went and opened the door and was shocked to see a handsome young man standing by my door. He was equally shocked too. He timidly came in and introduced himself to me.
Masseur: Hi ma’am, good evening! I am Alan. I have a massage booking.
Me: Hi, um don’t mind me asking. Is there any option of getting a female for my massage therapy?
He was awkwardly staring at my attire up and down. Confused, he opened his phone and told me I had made the wrong booking.
He tried to explain it to me holding his massage bed and other equipment. I realized I was being very rude. I told him to put down this equipment and I showed him towards the sofa. He sat down and explained to me that I had booked the massage service for men instead of women. That was the reason why a male professional was assigned to me.
I realized that the mistake was from my side. I apologized to him.
I started to see if I can cancel the booking and get a new one. However, I was not having an option to do so. I had already paid the amount 2k and it was mentioned that it was non-refundable.
Meanwhile, the masseur Alan kept checking me out. He suggested that if I had no issues, he can do my massage and he even showed his ratings and reviews to support his claims.
Since I cannot get back the money, I didn’t have any other option rather than losing the money or getting a massage from him. My sore muscles pleaded with me to say “yes” and get the massage done because either way, the money spent was gone.
So I agreed to get a massage by Alan after carefully reading through all his reviews and evaluating all the risks involved.
Alan started to set up his bed in my bedroom. He turned on the ac and started playing a sensual calming track on his phone. He asked me to wear a towel and remove all the clothes. I was rather apprehensive.
He understood my struggle. He asked if I would be comfortable if the lights were off. However, I was still not sure I can lie in front of a stranger in just a towel.
He said I can trust him and handed me a towel which was a disposable one. He switched off the light and went out of the room. I slowly started taking off my clothes one by one while debating if it was ok.
The masseur then knocked on the door softly and asked if he can come in. I finished getting into the towel. It had elastic on the top and covered just from my boobs to my ass. I did not take off my undergarments. I could feel the chilly air on my body. I slowly opened the door.
There was only one small tea-light flickering in the room and moonlight from the night sky. I avoided looking at Alan at all costs.
He came in and asked me to get on to the bed and lie down on my stomach. He asked me if it was ok if he started with my feet. I was glad that he said feet.
He brought a tray with different oils and asked me to pick an oil. I was so confused and shy to get up. I was afraid of exposing my cleavage to him and giving him a wrong signal.
He said that there was nothing to worry. He said that he will do whatever was best. He then took some oil, heated it, and started pouring it strategically on my legs. He took each foot and started working his magic with his fingers. The pressure was great and everything was good.
I started to relax slowly. The male massager massaged my feet and ankles for about 15 minutes. Then he started to pour some more oil onto my thighs. He started from above the ankles and worked his way up till my thighs.
He slowly parted my thighs and started working on the inner thighs. As soon as his hand started massaging my inner thighs, I shut my legs closer. Only after closing my legs, I realized his hands were still in between my legs. I apologized and he said that it was natural. He asked me to close my eyes and relax.
Alan started making slow circles on my inner thighs with upward strokes till my ass and pussy. A feeling started to rise in me. It was as if I wanted the masseur to touch my ass and pussy! It felt like he was playing me by bringing his fingers near to my panty and make a U-turn into the inner thighs.
After some strokes, he accidentally brushed his fingers against my pussy lips through my underwear! A light moan escaped from my mouth. He calmed me down saying it was natural to moan during a massage.
He slowly came towards my head and put away all my hair into a neat bun. He lowered the elastic band and saw my bra. He slowly moved the elastic band till the band of my panty. Slowly, he unhooked my bra. My heart started pounding faster.
The masseur moved the cloth out of the way, poured some warm oil, and started the massage slowly against my spine till its end. While bending down, his upper body started to touch my head. I could feel his aroma as he was so close. It was intoxicating combined with the slow circles he was making along my spine stopping at my tail bone.
I started to get excited as he started sensually pressing my waist while messaging my inner thighs. He was slowly dragging his finger outlining my pussy lips through the wet panty. I could not bear the pleasure rippling through my entire body as he slowly dragged his finger. I could feel my pussy oozing with juices.
The massage guy re-adjusted the elastic band of the towel. Now he moved it slightly up, exposing my ass. He traced a line onto the elastic band. I was so turned on but I still was not sure how to advance.
Alan said, “Ma’am, you booked a sensual massage and it would require a lot of oil. I see that your bra and panty might get oil stains. So I am going to take them off.”
I knew Alan had already been planning something. But I was too turned on to stop him. Before I could say anything, he swiftly pulled down my underwear. I closed my legs and could feel my juices all over my pussy.
He came up asked me to lie on my back. As I turned, he stopped and pulled out my bra from the elastic band. I was lying stark naked in front of a stranger on the massage bed. Strangely, I wanted to play along with his drama.
The masseur stood at my head and started working on my neck and shoulders. Due to the cold air from the ac, my nipples had already woken up and was searching for warm comfort.
He started working from the center of the chest. He slowly moved the elastic band one inch down, exposing my upper boobs. He poured some warm oil on my nipples on top of the towel. My nipples reacted immediately and the oil made the flimsy towel transparent. He could clearly see my boobs now.
He started to slowly push his fingers into the elastic band. I put my hands to stop his advancement. He gently came to my side and said that this was a free add-on in my sensual massage session and is newly added in the app.
I liked the way he was trying to make up a story. I started to play along.
He first moved the towel to barely cover my erected nipples. Then he started massaging them. My nipples started to grow harder and wriggled out of the elastic.
As I put my hands to cover, he said, “No ma’am. Let me help you.”
He bent over, took one nipple into his mouth, and said, “I will cover this one” and started sucking it like a baby trying to drink milk! I was still trying to hold on to the act but I could barely do so. My hand automatically moved to my other nipple and pussy. A moan escaped my mouth as he sucked nipple so hard.
The masseur held both my arms above my head. He got on to the bed and started licking and sucking both my nipples madly. He said, “Ma’am, you are so sexy like this.”
I couldn’t help but blush.
As there was no refund, I opted to get the massage done. Slowly the service began to turn into a hot sensual role play session. The masseur, Alan, has already removed all my clothing and covered me up in a flimsy see-through towel.
He enacted his part well as a masseur, trying very badly to relieve my stress in every way possible. I liked the way he was trying to make up a story. I started to play along.
He first moved the towel to barely cover my erected nipples. Then he started massaging them. My nipples started to grow harder and wriggled out of the elastic.
As I put my hands to cover, he said, “No, ma’am. Let me help you.”
He bent over, took one nipple into his mouth, and said, “I will cover this one,” He started sucking it like a baby trying to drink milk! I was still trying to hold on to the act, but I could barely do so.
My hand automatically moved to my other nipple and pussy. A moan escaped my mouth as he sucked the nipple so hard. The masseur held both my arms above my head.
He got on to the bed and started licking and sucking both my nipples madly. He said, “Ma’am, you are so sexy like this.” I couldn’t help but blush.
He slowly bent down, planted a kiss on my forehead. He continued to kiss me down the bridge of my nose till he reached my lips. I was hoping for a long kiss. However, he moved to kiss my eyes and cheeks and every inch of my face.
He started to kiss down my neck, slowly sucking the skin in with enough pressure to make me go mad. As I was moaning, he let go of my hands and asked if I was relieved of the tensions and stress
I didn’t want this session to end now. Not with me dying to be fucked.
I said, “No.”
He said, “Mam, Let me help you. But you need to cooperate completely to let me take off your stress completely.”
He got down from the bed. He tore open the flimsy cover. He stood back and observed my naked body covered in a wonderful aroma of oils shining in the moonlight. He scanned me slowly. I tried to cover up my boobs and pussy.
He came slowly removed my hands. He put them above my head and said, “Mam, you need more oil.” I was partly confused. I looked down. I can see every inch of my body shining with oil.
The room has cooled down very quickly. It’s very chilly with slight shivers through my body and erected nipples. He did not wait for my approval. He walked over to his station and started to heat some more oil.
Then he took off his clothes. I was trying too hard not to stare at him. But he looked so great, like a chiseled Greek God. He took the oil checked the temperature and poured some of it onto my each of my nipples.
The hot oil and cold AC Air spiked up my nipples instantly, making it erected and inviting. He got on top of me. I could see his cock semi-erect hanging in between his legs.
He placed himself in such a way that the rod pointed towards my pussy entrance, currently on top of both my closed thighs. He rubbed some oil into his palms and started massaging my boobs. He kneaded both the boobs and ended each knead with the twisting of the nipple.
He dragged his dick up and down on my legs while moving. I grew restless. I was so wet that I just need him to drill me. I opened my legs completely like a wild girl, hoping to make his tool meet my wet pussy.
With every touch of his tool, I was hoping for it to enter me. I could no longer bear the weight. So I held his hand and pulled him closer. His chest crushed my boobs, and he fell on to me.
He looked at me, smiling. He came closer and started to take in my lower lip first. Slowly the kiss began to become intense. I started to open my mouth a little, and we continued to kiss. It was electrifying the way sucked my lips.
His tool rubbed against my pussy lips growing stronger and thicker. I said I can no longer hold it. Alan smiled and replied, “I am going to make it happy, trust me.”
He went down and opened my legs. I shamelessly spread them for easier access to him. He ran his cold finger on the pussy lips and, without warning, dipped in his finger. I could feel getting hotter.
He bent down and started kissing it while slowly finger fucking my love hole. The licking and fingering drove me so crazy. I held his head and pushed it more on to my pussy. He raised his free hand and started pump my boobs pressing them harder and harder.
I was cumming like crazy, and he licked it all off without stopping even for a second. The pleasure was rippling through my entire body. He still continued licking and fingering.
I wriggled on the massage bed with the second orgasm on its way. As I exploded, he still kept licking. I held his head and stopped him, saying I can’t anymore bear this.
He pulled me up and started kissing me. I got hold of his hot rod. It was burning. I started to stroke it. He stopped me and got onto the bed. He asked me to sit on top of him on his lap
I was trying to adjust myself to accommodate his hot iron into me. He stops me, places the rod at the entrance, pulls my head closer starts kissing me. I got cozy with the kiss, but I still want him to drill me harder and deeper.
Without warning, he suddenly enters my love hole with his hot rod in its full glory. A loud scream starts but unfortunately gets muffled through his kiss. Once my pussy totally accommodated his tool, he let go of my lips.
He strongly held on to my hips and guided each thrust. With every thrust into me, he made me moan, going deeper and deeper. After a few thrusts, he got up took me to the balcony. I was in no mood to object to him.
I readily stepped onto the balcony. There were not many people at our floor level. He bent me down over the railing and enter my sweet pussy from behind. He held on to both my boobs as reins and started to ride me at a crazy pace.
He kept driving my nipples crazy. My pussy kept on wetting itself with the pleasure and the proud display of my steamy session to the entire neighborhood. I could feel a heavy orgasm building in me.
As I started to cum, I started moaning. But he was in no mood to listen to me. He kept drilling me crazily. The only sounds apart from my moans are his breath and the sound of flesh slapping against each other to the tune of fucking.
Finally, after 10 minutes or so, He started to jerk and held me closely without moving. I could feel his hot lava filling me up. He slowly pulled it out of me. I turned and hugged him in the moonlight.
He slowly kissed me holding my ass and pushing it to his pelvis. I could feel all our fluids dripping down my thighs. I broke the hug and stepped inside. He followed me inside.
I said I will clean up and be right back. I take a step forward and feel my legs are trembling with all the continuous fucking sessions. But he pulled me back and said, “Let me take care of you.”
He lifted me up and stepped into the washroom. He turned on the hand shower and started washing my inner thighs, slowly rubbing off our dripping fluid.
He trailed his finger up to my love hole. He started to slowly trace the curves of my pussy lips, driving my horny side to wake up once more.
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