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“Everything's just fine, Linda.”
“Good.”
She climbed on the massage table, straddling my lower back. She didn't rest her weight on me, but I could feel her damp mound brushing my hot skin as she shifted around. Why did she climb on?
“I need the leverage,” she explained, answering my question before I could even voice it.
That made sense. Only all I could think about was her wet pussy hovering over my skin, wondering when it would brush my—
Cold oil splashed on my back; I drew in a sharp breath.
“Sorry,” Linda gasped. “Forgot to warn you.”
Then her amazing fingers went to work on my shoulders and neck. It was magical. She was right, I was forgetting about everything but her touch massaging all the cares and woes right out of my life. My soon-to-be-ex-husband could go to hell with that whore secretary of his. I didn't need someone that didn't love me. And work and my boss, Mr. Edwards, could go fuck themselves. Why was I working so many long hours? I didn't have a dream house to buy anymore. I should just go out to a bar tonight, pick up a guy, and get laid.
I didn't want this wonderful, relaxed state to ever end.
“Let him go,” she whispered, working the muscles in my back. “Don't hold onto anything. Let all those bad feelings melt away.”
Her hands worked lower, forcing her to scooch past my butt, her pussy brushing my rear, before she settled on my upper thighs. Her thumbs kneaded my lower back and sides, melting more stress away.
“Doesn't that feel amazing. It's all disappearing, leaving you fully relaxed.”
Her hands reached my butt-cheeks, working into my firm glutes. It didn't seem wrong at all that she touched such an intimate spot. How could anything that felt that wonderful be wrong?
“Lovely,” I muttered, completely relaxed.
Her fingers worked into my crack, dipping in as she worked my butt hard, undoing all the knots stressed had left.
“Such a wonderfully cute rear,” Linda purred.
“Uh-huh,” I sighed.
Her fingers dipped deeper and something long and round prodded my butt. Not anything she held, but a cylinder of some sort. The massage oil bottle? Or maybe a personal massager. They used those, right? A little deep muscle vibration to work all the stress out of someone.
“I could just eat your ass up,” Linda cooed, her voice full of heat. Her fingers reached deeper into my crack, almost to my anus. “So delectable.”
Her fingers brushed my anus. I sighed as they teased me. This was wrong, but it felt so wonderful; I didn't care. Linda shifted, the cylinder rubbing across my butt. There was something so familiar about it, like I had felt something similar brush my—
I gasped.
She penetrated my rear with one finger, wiggling it deep inside me. The sensation was strange and wonderful all at the same time. She drew her finger back up and worked it in again. “That's it. Relax, Melody. Don't worry about anything. Just enjoy.”
I did, letting her violate me. Such amazing sensations gathered in my core, growing every time her finger plunged in and pulled out. I had never had anal sex before, and I was beginning to regret telling all those men no.
“You're fully relaxed now,” Linda purred. “I can feel it.”
I sighed; her finger pumped easily inside me now. My blood boiled, and pleasure grew in my core, building to something wonderful. I shuddered, gasping, getting so close. Then she withdrew her finger; I moaned in disappointment.
“Lift your butt, Melody.”
She rose up on her thighs, and I raised my hips, and she slipped a round bolster beneath my stomach, keeping my ass raised up. Why did she do that? I had never had a massage before, but the reason escaped me.
I flushed, and couldn't help but realize that my pussy must be on display at this angle, peeking between my thighs, wet and flushed and—
Something round and thick penetrated my sex, sliding slowly deeper and deeper.
“Oh, yeah,” moaned Linda.
The object kept sinking into me,
“Good.”
She climbed on the massage table, straddling my lower back. She didn't rest her weight on me, but I could feel her damp mound brushing my hot skin as she shifted around. Why did she climb on?
“I need the leverage,” she explained, answering my question before I could even voice it.
That made sense. Only all I could think about was her wet pussy hovering over my skin, wondering when it would brush my—
Cold oil splashed on my back; I drew in a sharp breath.
“Sorry,” Linda gasped. “Forgot to warn you.”
Then her amazing fingers went to work on my shoulders and neck. It was magical. She was right, I was forgetting about everything but her touch massaging all the cares and woes right out of my life. My soon-to-be-ex-husband could go to hell with that whore secretary of his. I didn't need someone that didn't love me. And work and my boss, Mr. Edwards, could go fuck themselves. Why was I working so many long hours? I didn't have a dream house to buy anymore. I should just go out to a bar tonight, pick up a guy, and get laid.
I didn't want this wonderful, relaxed state to ever end.
“Let him go,” she whispered, working the muscles in my back. “Don't hold onto anything. Let all those bad feelings melt away.”
Her hands worked lower, forcing her to scooch past my butt, her pussy brushing my rear, before she settled on my upper thighs. Her thumbs kneaded my lower back and sides, melting more stress away.
“Doesn't that feel amazing. It's all disappearing, leaving you fully relaxed.”
Her hands reached my butt-cheeks, working into my firm glutes. It didn't seem wrong at all that she touched such an intimate spot. How could anything that felt that wonderful be wrong?
“Lovely,” I muttered, completely relaxed.
Her fingers worked into my crack, dipping in as she worked my butt hard, undoing all the knots stressed had left.
“Such a wonderfully cute rear,” Linda purred.
“Uh-huh,” I sighed.
Her fingers dipped deeper and something long and round prodded my butt. Not anything she held, but a cylinder of some sort. The massage oil bottle? Or maybe a personal massager. They used those, right? A little deep muscle vibration to work all the stress out of someone.
“I could just eat your ass up,” Linda cooed, her voice full of heat. Her fingers reached deeper into my crack, almost to my anus. “So delectable.”
Her fingers brushed my anus. I sighed as they teased me. This was wrong, but it felt so wonderful; I didn't care. Linda shifted, the cylinder rubbing across my butt. There was something so familiar about it, like I had felt something similar brush my—
I gasped.
She penetrated my rear with one finger, wiggling it deep inside me. The sensation was strange and wonderful all at the same time. She drew her finger back up and worked it in again. “That's it. Relax, Melody. Don't worry about anything. Just enjoy.”
I did, letting her violate me. Such amazing sensations gathered in my core, growing every time her finger plunged in and pulled out. I had never had anal sex before, and I was beginning to regret telling all those men no.
“You're fully relaxed now,” Linda purred. “I can feel it.”
I sighed; her finger pumped easily inside me now. My blood boiled, and pleasure grew in my core, building to something wonderful. I shuddered, gasping, getting so close. Then she withdrew her finger; I moaned in disappointment.
“Lift your butt, Melody.”
She rose up on her thighs, and I raised my hips, and she slipped a round bolster beneath my stomach, keeping my ass raised up. Why did she do that? I had never had a massage before, but the reason escaped me.
I flushed, and couldn't help but realize that my pussy must be on display at this angle, peeking between my thighs, wet and flushed and—
Something round and thick penetrated my sex, sliding slowly deeper and deeper.
“Oh, yeah,” moaned Linda.
The object kept sinking into me,
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