I felt pain everywhere, I was tired and in a bad mood. My colleague – that little sly slut with fiery red hair and a juicy ass – suggested I go for a massage.

“I can’t,” I said, without even thinking.

“You will go,” she told me in a straight line.

– No, I will not…

“You will go and you ll be very grateful,” Eli smiled mysteriously.

“Speak directly,” I asked founding it a bit funny.

– The massage therapist is worth it, believe me.

– Ahaa….- I started getting it …-  Is it massage or sex?

“It’s up to you,” Eli grinned, grabbing my phone.

She quickly wrote down his number on my phone, dialed it and arranged a meeting for me in a few hours.

I looked surprised and wondered if I was laughing or felt angry.

“If you don’t go, I’ll bring you there myself,” Eli said firmly.

– Do I have a choice?

Eli was a very good friend of mine and I knew she was sending me for something nice. And considering what a savage she is, I didn’t know exactly what to expect from a so-called massage therapist. But I trusted her.

The working day was finally finished and I headed to the given address.

It was close and I got there quickly – the cab left me in front of a new building in a gated security complex. I had to call the massage therapist to let me in. My neck and back hurt. The door was opened and I found myself in a well-kept yard with beautiful plants. I headed for the block of flats, entered the entrance and found the apartment on the first floor to the right. I ranged the bell.

A very nice young man opened me up – fit, medium-tall, with curly dark hair and glasses.

– Good day!

“Welcome,” he invited me with a smile.

“Wise one,” I thought, and immediately thought of Eli, who was fucking with him one hundred percent.

The massage therapist showed me where to undress and where the bed was. I was wearing just my pink lace panties and got on the bed on my stomach.

He came in and we talked about my condition – I told where I felt pain, and he touched these places with different pressure, touching it with his fingers and hands. Then he walked away – he turned on soft gentle music and I smelled chocolate. “Dirty boy, chocolate makes you feel exciting,” I thought, smiling.

– How do you feel about this music and the smell?

“Great,” I said.

I felt his hands on my back – he began to touch me softly and caressingly, his voice reminiscent of a song – pleasant, surprisingly soft and relaxing.

We talked about my pain, and he began to tell me about the possibility of blocking the fifth chakra and its impact on the body, energy metabolism and our inner harmony. The topic excited me a lot – I listened to it with my eyes closed and relaxed more and more. It hurt a little at certain times, but the pain gradually disappeared, probably from the ointment, and I was left feeling good. I sank into the sounds of his voice, inhaling the ethereal chocolate aroma soothed by the gentle music … and his hands danced over my skin – smooth, palpable, impactful … it was getting better and better. 

The massage therapist touched one point on my back very lightly – this point seemed to me like a light current – my whole skin cracked and I moaned excited. My moaning made him continue with specific movements – his magic fingers slid softly down and danced at the base of my waist, just above my ass. He slowly grabbed my panties, lifted my ass to take them off. His hands touched me so skillfully, energetically and electrifyingly that I wet myself. I could feel the excitement engulfing me more and more – the more I relaxed, the more excited I became and indulge in the sensations. I freely drowned with a frankly sexual attitude. My whole body was very soft, very relaxed – like a ripe fruit, ready to give its pleasure. It was as if I was sinking into the sweet juice that was intoxicating me. And then I experienced the most amazing stoke for my mind and body – it was like an impulse of pleasure – his lips barely touched my left ear to whisper to me if I wanted to continue our meeting in this way.

“Yeah,” I almost gasped in ecstasy.

The massage therapist began touching me from the neck to toe; his hands were making slow movements, passing a long line and leaving no gap. Then his hands touched my ass and slid between my thighs – a sweet thrill flooded me and I was shivering – but it was a very long shudder because he was doing it again and again, and suddenly he pushed the ass harder while sliding between my thighs; and after that lighter, as before lifting his fingers from my skin, it made a delicate swirling motion that made me mad. Yeah – I was wet, willing, ready. But his hands went back to the erogenous area of ​​my back – they made some mysteriously-crazy movements, and when he stroked my ass again and slid his fingers between my thighs, I was so wet, hot and expecting that I asked him to penetrate me. The dirty boy quickly came to my head and handed me his awesome firm cock – I eagerly took it, and my readiness was so strong that I slammed it down my throat. He groaned, and I sucked that gullible hard cock and thrust it again into my throat, my lips making a way up and down, and when I played with his head he grabbed my head and told me I was a bitch. I clasped the base of the dick with my hand and licked with my tongue passionately – the soft music was interrupted by my clanging sounds, wrapped in a chocolate scent and woven into the moans of both of us. My lips gently crawled over the hard cock, I licked the balls, and he was enjoying me. I could feel the whole tremor of over-excitement and anticipation… the massage therapist came up behind me, pulled my legs up, and pounded me on the massage table.

– Do you want it?

“Yeah, I almost growled at it …”

– You are all wet, bitch …

I couldn’t answer at all – my excitement had taken over me as a drug. All I wanted to do was to have a cock in my pussy. His head was touching my low lips, caressing my clit, then my anus… such a wonderful oily liquid sticking me everywhere… The opening of my vagina sent me to another space – that one of my most magical places! The dick sank deep inside me, and I sank there, somewhere, soaring in the essence of pleasure. Those favorite impulses, those imperious rhythms of male pride, created solely for the wet thirsty rose, began. My moans filled the room, my pussy sizzling in my brain – perfectly blending with the music and the chocolate scent. The passionate scoundrel knew the woman’s body perfectly and adjusted the blows of his dick so much that it pressed an important point inside. I lost my mind – I moaned and flew, and he fucked me there – again and again – until I began to cry, shaken by a wild orgasm – I felt myself reaching a high point, die-thunder and dissipate into thousands of pieces of happiness. He gripped my ass tightly, began to growl, and filled me with warm semen.

I couldn’t go back to myself for at least 20 minutes.

Gradually, I remembered the reality.

The pretty boy didn’t bother me.

“We didn’t even try a pose,” I said quietly.

“Is that the most important thing?” he smiled.

– No.

– There’s a lot of work to do on you.

– Meaning?-  I asked.

“You have blockages that we can gradually clear,” he said.

“A tantra-masseur, huh?”

“Yeah,” he laughed.

– Okay, I’m enrolling in the course.

– You’ve been enrolled a long time ago.

I laughed, but asked no more questions.

Either Eli got me into all this, or he made it through Eli –  who cares?

I could not understand yet.

If that was important at all…

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