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In Bed With My CEO 4
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2026-10-22 18:23:17
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Unhinged Desires The massage 3
He poured oil into his palm and stroked it onto his cock while I watched. Fifty-eight years old, grey at the temples, a soft flat stomach and heavy shoulders, his cock thick and dark in his oiled fist, gleaming. I sat up on the table and reached for him and he stepped in and let me. It was so slick we couldn't grip each other. My hands slid up his chest, over his shoulders, and he laughed under his breath and got his hands on my tits, slid them over the oil and around and down, everything was slip and gleam and the sound of skin on skin with no friction in it at all. "Lie back," he said. "Don't stop touching me—" "I'm not stopping." He pushed me down by the sternum. "Lie back." He got on the table over me. One knee either side of my hip, oiled and heavy, and he pushed my tits together with both hands and slid his cock between them. God. Slick, hot and thick, gliding, the head pushing up through the top of them on every stroke and dragging over the oiled skin, and he he
Unhinged Desires The massage 2
I turned over. The paper sheet was ruined and the towel was under my hips and I didn't care. He poured more oil and warmed it between his palms and started at my collarbone, and did the whole front properly — properly, like a man who meant it — shoulders, sternum, arms, hands, each finger, and the oil made everything gleam under the strip light. Then he got to my tits and did them like a massage, cupping and lifting and working the base with his thumbs, and my nipples went so hard they hurt. "These are tense," he said. "They're not—" "They're very tense." He rolled one between his fingers and pulled, and I arched off the table. "See?" He played with them for a long time. Long enough that the radio changed songs. He'd work my tits and then go away and come back, down over my stomach, around my navel, the fronts of my hips, and every time he came back he pulled harder, twisted a little more, until I was biting my lip and my hips were moving on the table. Then his hands
Unhinged Desires Lesson 5: The massage
~Sage~ The third session was when the towel slipped. Or the third session was when he let it. Either way, it was on my back, halfway down, and his hand went on oiling right past where a towel should have been, down over the top of my ass, and I lay there with my cheek on the face cradle and my eyes open and my heart going like a bird. He'd had three sessions to get here. Three weeks of a legitimate shoulder problem and a legitimate man in a grey polo shirt saying roll onto your front, arm down, breathe out, and hands that had done nothing wrong at all. Almond oil, warm from the bottle in a bowl of hot water. Vinyl table with a paper sheet. A radio on low in the corner. Today the sheet had gone under my hips when he'd had me roll, and he hadn't fixed it, and the towel was folded small, and now his hand was on my bare ass and the paper sheet was crumpled somewhere by my knee. "You're holding in your lower back," he said calmly. "Breathe." "I'm breathing." "You're not."
Unhinged Desires Hand’s only 2
I got the bottle. I also got about four seconds alone in the pantry before the door opened behind me. "You're going to want to be quiet," Saul said, and shut it. The pantry was a narrow room, shelves of preserves and flour tins, one bulb, and a man a foot taller than me between me and the door. He took the bottle out of my hand and set it down and turned me by the hip and put his hand back up under my dress like he'd never left. "You're soaked," he said quietly. "Feel that. Feel how wet you are." "I know—" "Through the cotton." He was rubbing me over my underwear now, flat hand, and the friction of the wet fabric was obscene. "You sat at my table in front of your mother and came on my hand." "You made me—" "I did." He got the underwear aside again and pushed two fingers in and my head went back against the shelf. "And now you're going to do it again and this time you're going to be quiet about it, because there's four feet of wall between us and the dessert." Through th
Unhinged Desires Lesson 4: Hands only
~Mira~ The hand arrived at my knee in the middle of the soup. Just a hand. Warm, dry and heavy, arriving under the white cloth like it had every right to be there. I sat up straighter and looked down the table and Saul was forty inches away at the head of it, passing the bread to Margot Henderson, not looking at me at all. Alright, I thought. Alright. He'd been at my knee for the whole of the first course before he moved. Up, slow, palm flat, over my thigh, and he stopped at the hem of my dress and waited there — just waited, thumb moving in a slow little arc against my skin — until I shifted my weight and opened my knees a fraction under the table. Then he went up. The cloth was long enough. That's the thing about old houses and old people's dinner parties: the cloth is long, and there were eight people and two bottles of wine and a lot of noise, and nobody at that table was looking at the floor. His fingers found the edge of my underwear and pushed it aside and he touc
Unhinged Desires The tease 3
The bench was a low velvet chaise by the window, and he put it side-on to the chair so we could see each other properly. I sat at one end. He sat at the other. Both naked now, both with one leg hanging off the side, and the room dark except the lamp, and the window black behind the reflection, and a man forty years older than me sitting nine feet away with his cock in his hand and his eyes on my cunt. "Both," he said. "On three." "Three?" "One." I put my hand down on my folds. "Two." He took his cock in one hand. "Three." We did it together, and that was the filthiest thing yet — not just watching, but being watched at the same time, having to see him see me, my hand stroking my cunt and his hand stroking his cock and neither of us looking away. He got his feet up on the chaise, spread wide and worked himself openly, no ceremony, and I got two fingers in my pussy, my thumb on my clit and stared at his cock while he stared at my cunt, and the sound of both of us
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