1. Massaging a man I got horny


    Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: Anal, Gay Male, Masturbation, Author: MarieL, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    'You can undress in here', I gestured with my hand, pointing to the small cubical, sufficiently sized for a man to strip nude and await my services. My name is Amber, and yes, before you comment on it, I know it's a very online feminine sex name, and it'd for that reason, why I call myself it. My service is mainly for girls, as I am a qualified sports doctor, a sports masseuses, and now adding intimate waxing, to my listing of extracting money from willing people. I am in my mid 20's and unattached, an athlete in my own rights, a qualified downhill skier, and gymnast, so I practice what I preach, which makes me a wealthy young woman. He was not my first venture into massaging a young man, mostly his back muscles, even then, I insisted on complete nudity, as a small pair of tight buttocks sent me into a tizzy, so why not combine business with my sexual fantasy. I watched as he walked into the massage room quietly on his bare soles. I smiled warmly as my eyes caressed his nude form, paying particular attention to his cock, that beautiful adornment, so satisfying to women who knew how to manipulate them for their own sexual excesses, and make the owner pay for it. 'Don't be shy Mr John's', I teased, 'I shan't bite', his swaying notably thickening, as he saw I was looking at it and my lips wetted. He lay face down as I busied myself with my bottle of oil, which I wore on a belt on my trim waist. I took a smallish towel and folded it and placed it atop his pert buttocks, then as ...
    an after though lowered it to expose them to me, I wanted to look at his bum as my hands teased and squeezed, inching downwards, making him wonder if I was sexually exciting myself, as my hands flowed over his nudity. I liked to stand at his head, here my odours from my cunny were closest to his nostrils, and as I bent fully over his shoulder to tease his spinal column atop his Caudal Vertebrae, considered by some in my profession, as an erogenous manipulation, to stir the penis to erection. I shamefully aided and abetted my ploy with my smell, feeling my vaginal secretions flow, as I swelled in excitement and the fact I was willing to place my obvious 'Camel Toe', now clearly visible as I turned my hips for him to observe as I lay alongside his face, my long fingers now probing between his cheeks, his puckered anus filled with the scented oil, my tongue wished to explore. He groaned as I teased and massaged his taut back muscles, 'Feeling better', I asked him in a most seductive voice, my own voice thick with wantonness? 'I have never had this done to me before', he moaned helplessly. I inwardly laughed, 'You have been with a woman before', I asked him, and as I did I pressed my cunny against his carelessly placed hand, which lay on the edge of the bed, feeling his fingers press against my labia. I massaged his single buttock, my fingers teasing his anus as I gently floated atop the crinkled sensitive skin, touching it in a hidden rhythm, pretending not to notice his fingers ...
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