Seduced by the Masseuse

It had been a long week. Five days of dealing with kids faking cooughs, stomachaches and peeling scans just to get out of class was enough. It was Friday, and I was ready for the weekend. I decided to book a massage session at the spa I frequently. My favorite therapist was Craig. Craig had short brown hair, dreamy blue eyes and from what I could see, gorgeous biceps and pecs. Plus, he had these magical hands that could take you someplace else.

I got there, got checked in and was led to the room by the office girl.

“Craig will be in shortly,” she said, almost blushing. Did she have a crush on him too? I smiled as I got undressed. I always left my panties on, but the bra had to go so he could get at my back. I got on the table and under the warm sheet and blanket. A door opened and closed.

“Hey Miss Miranda,” Craig said in his sensual, late night DJ voice.

“Hi, Craig. Good to see you.”

“Same here. How is work?”

“Rough! Sometimes I don’t know what’sworse, the kids or the parents!”

He laughed.

“Well, let me take extra special care of my favorite nurse, okay?”

“Okay.”

Craig positioned himself on a stool by my head. He always started by massaging my face and scalp. He knew just where to press to open up my sinuses and relax my head. His thumbs ran over my nose, under my eyes and he ran his fingers over my lips. I don’t know why, but I kissed his hand. He stuck one of his fingers in my mouth. I sucked it until he gently pulled it loose, making a popping noise.

“You seem especially tense,” he whispered in my ear. “I think you need my extra special treatment.”

“Yes,” I breathed. Craig began to rub me with this sweet lavender oil, across my neck and shoulders. He slowly eased the blanket down, until the tops of my breasts were exposed. He ran his hands across them. He folded the blanket down just a tad more.

“Beautiful,” I heard him say. His thumbs brushed across my nipples.

“Uhhhhh,” I moaned. Craig cradled my breasts, twirling my nipples between his thumbs. Then he began to knee the tissue in his strong hands.

“Uhhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhh!”

“You are very responsive,” he whispered. “Shall I keep going?”

“Yes! Yes, please!”

“Does this feel good, the way I am touching you?”

“Yes!”

Craig folded the blanket down even more, exposing my bush. He poured oil across my belly. Some dripped between my legs. Craig took his hands and began to slide them over my clip and between my luscious thighs.

“Craig! Uhhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhh!”

“Good girl. Shift those hips. Spread your legs a little for me.”

My back arched as I raised my pelvis to meet his touch. He slipped one finger into me, then another and another, until his whole hand was inside of me, except for his thumb, which he used to work my clip.

“Uhhhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhh! I’m going to come!” I held my hand over my mouth. “Uhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhh!” My pelvis compromised and bucked. Craig slowly withdraw his hand. He came up to my head again.

“Taste your juices,” he said, sliding his fingers into my mouth. I licked my pussy juice off his hand.

“Do you want me to continue with my special treatment of you, Miss Miranda?”

“Yes, oh yes, Craig!”

“Tell me what you want,” he licked my earlyobe.

“You’ll think I’m a freak if I do.”

“Try me,” he softly licked my ear.

“I want you to tie me up and gag me.”

“Mmmmm, make you my little captive and ravish your body?”

“Oh God, yes! Yes, please.”

“Hmmmmm, I think I can oblige you, lovely lady. Open your mouth wide.”

I did. He pushed a washcloth into my mouth. I heard tape ripping. He put a piece of thick, super sticky tape over my lips and smoothed it out.

“Say something for me, my lovely.”

“Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm!”

“Good. Now, give me your hands.”

I held my hands to him. He bound them with rope, lifted them over my head and tied them to the table. Lastly, he taped my eyes. I quivered with anticipation.

“You look so beautiful this way.” Craig kissed my neck. “Now, I am going to take you someplace you have never been before.”

He covered my breast with his mouth. His tongue swirled expertly around my nipple. His other hand flicked the other one and twisted it in his hands.

“Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm!” I cried. Craig planted kisses across my belly. I felt his tongue near my wet entrance.

“Let me work these thick thighs.”

He began to massage and knee the knots out of my thighs. His hands came close to my pussy, but never touched. Craig mashed and pushed on my muscles.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmm!” I arched my back.

“No, no, not now. I have to work you up more.” His massage continued down my legs. He pushed the calm muscle back and forth, running and mashing until he reached my foot.

“Ah, you have beautiful feet. I can stimulate you just by touching the right places on your soles.” He started to press an area of ​​my foot. Arousal shot through my body.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!” I cried.

“Feel good?”

“Mmmmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmmm!” He did it again. I squealed with pleasure. Craig placed my feet on his shoulders while rubbing my legs.

“This view is incredible. Damn, you have a pretty pussy!” He spread my legs. I could feel his hot breath on my clip.

“Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmm!”

“What are you saying, my dear?”

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” I raised my pelvis into the air.

“I should make a meal out of this loveliness.” He kissed my clip. His tongue slide inside of me.

“Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” I cried. He was bringing me to another orgasm. I felt myself sliding in deeper and deeper until…he stopped.

“Turn over,” he ordered. I flipped onto my belly. Craig began to knee my butt with his hands, gently at first, and then deeper. He dug his elbows into tight spots. Then he worked my lower back.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!”

“You want to come my dear?”

“Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” I said.

“Are you ready for me to take that pussy?”

“Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmm!”

“That little pussy gonna sing for me?”

“Mmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” I nodded.

“Turn over.”

I flipped to my back. I felt his mushroom tip rubbing in my mood.

“That’s a good girl. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“Mmmmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!”

“It’s so hard for me to understand you. Once more.”

Come on, stop teasing me!

“Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm!”

“I guess that’s good enough for a lady with a nice taped mouth.” Craig slid into me. His dick touched my cervix. My pussy hugged histhickness.

“Ohhhhhhhhh, goddamn, you feel so good! Move with me!”

“Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” I met him thrust for thrust.

“Uhhhhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhh! That’s some good pussy! Yeah! Yes! Ohhhhhh fuck!” Craig moved his hips in a circle, slowly, stirring my pot of arousal. He cupped my face in his hands.

“I have always wanted to fuck you, Miranda! You don’t know my weakness for thick curvy women with caramel skin! You belong to me now! You are not going to fuck anyone else, understanding?”

I nodded.

“Tell me.”

“Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

“Good girl. Now, you may come.” He started thrusting into me again.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!”

“Oh shit! Fuck! Oh fuck!” Craig grabbed my hips. His body stiffened. Slowly, he released me. He untied my hands and left me lying limp on the mass table, still blindfolded and gagged.

“Miranda? Miss Miranda?” Craig softly called to me. “I’m done with you.”

“Huh?” My eyes flew open. Craig stand beside me, wiping his hands on a towel.

“You were sleeping pretty hard there. I guess I massed you a little too well.”

“Oh Craig, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to…”

He held up his hand.

“That means I did my job well. So, will I see you again soon?”

I looked down. I was fully covered.

“Yes. Absolutely.”

“Take care of yourself. Remember to drink a lot of water these next few days.”

“I will. I will leave your tip up front.”

“Very good. Get up and shower when you feel ready.”

He left the room.

A dream? That wonderful experience had been a dream? Wow! I got up slowly. I put on the white robe they gave to their clients and headed for the shower. I reached into the pocket and there was a folded piece of paper. It read,

Would love to have dinner with you sometimes. Call me. -Craig

His cell number was scribbled under his signature. As I stepped into the shower, I smiled.

Maybe some dreams do come true after all.

I will see you soon, Craig.

The End

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