My Masseur Massages Me On The Inside Until He Floods Me – #Erotica

My masseur offers up that big cock and I spread wide for it!

It was just me and my masseur!  My very hot, muscular, tanned, dark-eyed amazing masseur.  I’d been booking weekly sessions with this Latin heart throb for a couple of months now and spent so much of my time fantasizing about those big strong hands of his pretty much every chance I got in between sessions.  I ached to see him, and if it wouldn’t get weird and way too expensive, I’d book threes sessions a week with my beloved Jude.  I loved knowing that I was alone in a room with him, totally naked under that thin sheet folded over my ass as his hands ran up and down my body.  The first time I felt his touch, it was like lightening sent a bolt through me and opened a hole that released a wedding day worth of butterflies.  I mean the intensity of the desire was like nothing I had ever felt.  I’d often have to remind myself that I should really get myself under control before one day I accidentally jumped him during a session.  “Hey Callie!  You’re looking exceptionally beautiful today if you don’t mind me saying,” Jude said to me as I entered the door of his shop dressed in a bright red sundress with matching heels and lips.  “Oh well, thanks Jude!  You like??” I asked with a schoolgirl like giggle and a playful spin that caused my dress to poof out just a little bit on the go around.

“I love it!  It’s a shame we have to have you take it off to be honest!” Jude said as he looked up from his appointment book on the counter and gave me a sexy little smile.  Oh my God!  Was he, flirting with me???  I asked myself as I felt my cheeks turning a bit red from his unusual attention.  “Well, I mean I can leave it on, but that might make my massage a little difficult don’t you think?”  I said laughing as I headed to the back to get undressed for our usual routine.  I left a red flower I was wearing in my hair pinned up on the side and I slid my dress off and hung it up on the hook.  With a mischievous little laugh to myself I peeled my red lace thong down over my hips and to the floor before I deliberately hung it on top of the sundress where Jude would be able to see them.  I want him so badly, and just feeling his hands on my body was no longer enough for me.  I needed to figure out a way to have him for myself, even if only for a few hours.  I knew as I painted my lips red, and slid those heels on that I was doing it all for my gorgeous Latin masseur.

Jude put on some relaxing music, dimmed the lights, and stepped over me with a warm bottle of oil.  I felt my heart rate picked up and I wondered if he’d be able to feel it in my throat as his hands passed over the tense muscles tight and longing for him to loosen.  I let out little moans here and there as he drizzled some oil on my back and began slowly massaging around the tight spots, it was as if he had a map of my most sensitive areas and knew just where to go with his fingertips.  God let this be the night he finally plunges himself inside of me!  I said to myself as I relished in the sensation of my masseur and his perfect hands that were now tracing every inch of my body.  “I hope you don’t mind me saying that I find you very attractive Callie,” Jude said in his sexy Latin accent which had been lowered to a near whisper as his hands continued working around my hips and butt cheeks.  “You have the most amazing body Callie,” he added making me swallow hard and choke just a little.  Jude went on, totally ignoring the signs of both my arousal and nervousness from his words.  This is what I wanted for so long that I couldn’t believe it was actually happening!

“I don’t mind at all Jude, in fact, I find you pretty attractive too,” I said, quickly worrying that I’d given a cheesy non-witty response to him clearly hitting on me.  God, could I not have thought of something hotter to say than that!?  I said in my mind, mentally scolding myself for being such a dweeb.  It didn’t seem to matter though because it was clear my masseur Jude knew exactly what I wanted; he knew that was him.  “I’ve often wondered Callie; what it would be like to roll you over and rub you down in other areas.  What it would be like to make you feel better than you have ever felt in your entire life.” He said now almost breathless as his fingers trailed in between my ass cheeks rubbing from the top to the bottom, stopping just short of touching my wet aching pussy and driving me wild with teasing induced desire.  Realizing I wasn’t stopping him, he rubbed deeper, harder, until I could no longer take anymore.

“Well now you no longer have to wonder.”  I said rolling to my back and throwing the sheet on the floor leaving myself exposed and fully naked from head to toe in front of him.  It was just me and my masseur, and I was on my back naked, about to offer myself up to him.  I bent my knees and spread my legs a little, I reached my hand down in between my thighs and spread myself open for him.  “I’ve never felt this way before Jude, I’ve never wanted to show so much of myself to someone like I do with you right now.”  I said breathless as my fingers rubbed myself while he watched.  I looked down and noticed the huge bulge in his pants and ached for him to take it out for me.  “Oh baby!  You beautiful, sweet baby!” Jude said as he moved in between my legs and leaned down to begin kissing my body with his soft, warm, gentle lips.

“I’ve thought about this moment for so long Callie,” my masseur said as he caressed my face with one hand and leaned over to kiss me passionately.  “Me too.”  I whispered back, with my lips brushing against his as I did.  “I want you so bad Jude!”  I said with an almost a crying crackle in my voice, unable to bear another second without him inside me.  In one quick movement his strong arms picked me up off the table and I wrapped my legs around his waist.  We began to kiss and it felt like the world was spinning around us, as cheesy and cliché as that sounds it truly did.  Within moments I had lowered myself down onto his stiff, thick shaft and moans of relief poured out of me.  Months of pent-up desire, fantasies and self-induced orgasms to my gorgeous masseur in my dreams, and now I was wrapped around him and he was mine, at least for the moment.  I’d only been with two other men in my life, and this was like nothing I had ever felt before.  I came almost instantly around his hard cock, the second I felt the head of it bump against my cervix the orgasm took over.  I clenched around him and he gritted his teeth trying to refrain from exploding inside of me right there.

“I’m on the pill, and I never miss it.  I just want you to feel so good.  I want you to push yourself as deep as you can into me and fill me up!  Please!”  I begged, aching to feel his warmth flood my insides.  He carried me back to the massage table and gently laid me down.  “You are so beautiful! You are so beautiful!”  He said with repetitive excitement as I felt him swell inside of me.  “That’s it baby, this is what I want! That big cock of yours feels so good inside of me! It made me cum so hard! No man has ever made me cum that way Jude!”  I said expressing my gratitude for how amazing and perfect he felt stretching me wide open.  I barely finished the sentence before I heard him begin to cry out, his hands clenched my hips tightly and he pushed with all of his might to get as deep as possible just as I asked.  He cried out as my wet pussy milked him dry.  He kissed me passionately as he pulled away staring into my eyes romantically, almost lovingly as his hot cum poured back out of me along with his pull-out stroke.  I was in absolute heaven!  And that was the day my masseur finally fucked me and my life was never the same again.