Backdoor Massage Novels & Stories

“ Nuh uh mister. The bra stays on.” He shrugs. “ Your loss” I lay on the soft bed with my stomach facing down and he begins. His fingers skillfully glides over my shoulder blades, loosening the tight knots in my neck. The oil he pours helps the friction move easily. He massages my back, taking his time with every place he touches. His hands are like heaven and I can't stop my deep groans and moans.

I couldn't resist kissing my way down her back to her ass where I took a nip and made her squeal. I felt like teasing her so I covered her ass with a sheet before greasing up my hands with the heated scented oil. Being slow and gentle I rubbed the oil into her muscles and dug my fingers deep getting in there. She was already moaning and twitching but I wouldn't be rushed. I pounded her back with the flat sides if my hands going up and down loosening her up. Next I teased the sides of her breasts with my fingertips as I massaged under her arms.

Kelly murmured as he continued to effleurage, letting his hands move to the sides of her back, not changing the pressure as he let his hands slide over the swell of her breasts bulging from the sides, noticing with satisfaction that the only reaction was Kelly sighing and settling even more deeply -- as if that were possible -- into the table. He then began to petrissage her lower back, kneading the muscles, concentrating on the quadratus lumborum, the muscle that connects the lower rib to the illiac crest, the origin of nearly all lower-back problems. He could just see the beginning of the crease splitting her ass, the gentle but seemingly perfect swell of her ass under the towel. He looked

I scoop her up into my arms and carry her to the bathroom. I set her on the countertop, and she uses her strong, sexy legs to pull me close. I run my fingers between her legs, pausing when I feel moisture already blooming so I can massage the spot for a moment. She lets her head fall back and arches her back, but not too far. She’s always had a bad back. Her groan of frustration when I move my hands to her waist makes me chuckle. I reach around and set my hands flat on the small of her back before running them up her waist and under her shirt.

This was just a massage. People got massages all the time. I went behind the screen and started undressing. Stripped down to my underwear, then hesitated. The sign had said full body massage. That meant… everything, right? I unhooked my bra. Left my underwear on. Put on the robe. Climbed onto the table and lay face down, fitting my face into the cushioned cradle. Pulled the sheet up to my shoulders. A knock on the door. “Ready?” “Yes.” Mateo came back in. I heard him moving around the room, the sound of oil being poured. “Any areas you want me to focus on?” he asked. “Anywhere that’s particularly tense?” “My shoulders, I think. And lower back.” “Okay. I’m going to start wi

“Lie down on your back,” I did as he told me but was greeted by his retreating footsteps. I heard him pulling a drawer and when he returned, I heard the sound of him uncorking a bottle just before I felt the cold liquid hit my back. “I’m going to give you a full body massage today,”

But God, it felt so right. "There's a technique called internal massage therapy," Marcus explained, his fingers curling inside her to hit that perfect spot. "It releases tension that can't be reached externally. Very effective for comprehensive treatment." "Oh God," Elena moaned, her hands gripping the sides of the massage table. "Let yourself feel it," Marcus instructed. "Don't fight the release." His fingers worked faster, harder, and Elena felt the orgasm building impossibly fast. She hadn't come this easily in years. David never took the time, never knew how to touch her like this.

I called out to him, "But Thomas…" He waved me off. "Why are you so nervous? It's alright. The therapy will still take a while." Before I could say anything else, Thomas walked out immediately. He seemed to have no qualms about me currently lying next to another man. My body was covered in sweat when Charlie stopped to take something. Flushed crimson, I lay on my back and fanned myself gently to cool down. We were alone in the room, and the air was thick with tension. My heart raced as he stood next to me and spoke in a hoarse voice. "I'll start the lactation massage next. It might hurt, so you can cry out if you need to."

Dribbling warm oil on their backs, we massaged every knot, tension and tissue, soft fingers working those strong muscles. "Hmmmm...that feels so good." Jamal moaned, voice sleepy already. I smiled, digging my fingers harder. I moved to his shoulders pressing there, then his broad back, next his firm rock hard glutes. Spreading his cheeks, I poured more oil directly on that dark wrinkled shit hole, tapping it with my fingers. "God...right there...." He whispered, pushing back on my fingers. Marcus was not left out, clearly enjoying Finley's magic hands as he kneaded his back and ass.

I need someone to rub my back. —I think I better take my shower in my room,— I pondered, feeling my body on fire. ― Please, do not go! Stay here with me.— She made that little pout that was my undoing. Manu placed the sponge in my hands and I knelt behind her, outside the tub. I started rubbing her back gently. Her skin was white and delicate. Her blond hair was tied in a bun on top of her head. She started to moan as I rubbed her with the sponge and with my other hand I massaged the back of her neck. I leaned my forehead against the back of his head, feeling my cock throb like never before. I slid the sponge up to her collarbone and she leaned against the edge of the tub, laying her head on