Backdoor Massage Novels & Stories

The click as Theo flipped open the massage oil bottle top, followed by a little gurgle as liquid trickled out. The slick sound of the oil between his palms… Then his big hands spanned her back, his thumbs slipping along the groove on either side of her spine, the tips of his fingers trailing over the outer edge of her ribs, curving down to her breasts and abdomen. With a firm, slow touch, he squeezed her shoulders and upper arms, then stroked down again. “You’re tight,” he said. On the next sweeping pass over her back, his thumbs probed at various spots on her back, one just above her left shoulder blade, another at the small of her back, and a third just below her ribs.

“ 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."

“Not at all. Don’t get ahead of yourself.” Once the masseuse was done with my shoulder, she worked on my neck. She pressed and released, massaging along my neck, all the way to my hairline, her hands on either side of my spine. She then moved around to stand in front of my head. As soon as her fisted hands gently but firmly moved across the tops of my shoulders, I felt myself release some tension. “So, what did you want to talk about?” I opened my eyes. “Manuel Ortega and Caisse Méridien.”