Backdoor Massage Novels & Stories

He was on the bed, his knees on both sides of me. I squealed but I didn’t bother trying to get out of the way or squirm. I didn’t want to rile the beast, I’m sure it would only excite him. I waited with bated breath. His fingers slid up and down my back. He was massaging me with slow gentle strokes. My body bowed and bent to him. He was kneading small circles into my lower back and I wasn’t in control as the moans fell from my lips, one after the other.

He remained silent, showing no signs of discomfort or protest, so I began to massage his back. I poured a small amount of oil into my palms, rubbing them together to warm it before pressing my hands gently against his skin. His back was rough, the muscles beneath tense and knotted from the day’s stress. I started with slow, deliberate strokes, applying light pressure as I moved my hands across his broad shoulders. The oil made his skin slick and smooth, allowing my hands to glide easily over his muscles. As I worked, I focused on easing the tension that had built up in his back, pressing my thumbs into the tight knots and rubbing in small, circular motions.

"You weren't kidding. You're great at this." "Thanks. I appreciate it." I continued masaging her back, sometimes coming to her side and rubbing what was available of her breast. I kept rubbing her back, using her moans of pleasure to guide my way. I would sometimes go so far down her back as to feel the crack of her luscious ass. With out realizing, I would gently journey my finger into her ass and then back out then continue on with her back. After five or six times in and out of her ass, Tara spoke.

With that said, he reached into the cabinet beside the sofa, grabbed two bottles of oil, and opened one with his teeth. He took off my clothes and made me turn over onto my stomach, and I obliged. He poured some oil onto my back and made the warm liquid trickle down my spine. Then he began to massage my back, his fingers digging into the knots and kinks. He used long strokes and applied just the right amount of pressure.

It was indeed a daunting prospect. At that thought, I quickly switched the massage gun to a more relaxing pace. Gripping it in my right hand, I ignored the vibrations on my palm and patiently explained it to him. "It imitates human movements, but in a more exaggerated manner. Besides that, it can reach deep inside to thoroughly relax the body. It's even better than a person's touch!" Uncle Theo frowned, and when he spoke, his voice was lower than he realized. "You even tried a real person's touch?"

It was true that he had proposed but first he had come in the middle of the night and second he had not refused, quite the opposite. He ran his hands down the center of his back massaging his shoulder blades until he was satisfied and then moved his fingers to the edges of his waist where he began up and down motions. This area of ​​Madox's was stiff from overworked muscles so he rose slightly to apply more pressure.

Lydia replied and the masseur smirked. “Are you going to open that mail or not?” Her friend asked. “Not” “Fine then, suit yourself!” Before Lydia could ask what was wrong, Becky had hung up She hissed before throwing the phone back on the chair. The masseur's hands were doing wonders on her body, she closed her eyes. “Go a little lower” she instructed him with her eyes closed. He did as she said, and she continued to instruct him to go till his hands were resting on her butt.

His knock came a moment later, and she called him in. He sat beside her, and oil dribbled onto her back a second after. It was torture and pleasure to have his fingers smoothing it over her skin. He moved with slow, deep strokes that made her want to moan and squirm. “I don’t want to use too much pressure, or it could trigger contractions. You’re supposed to have someone trained in prenatal massage during pregnancy.” She blinked. “Are you?” “Not certified, but I’ve had some training in massage.” Chloe bit back a moan when he pressed his thumbs into her lower back, making her arch forward. “Was that a cop thing?”

He came to me and kissed me deeply, then stripped me naked and told me to lay down on my front. I could hear him, as he started pouring the baby oil on his hands then starting to rub my back sensually. He was putting on just the right amount of pressure, making me moan in delights. "Damn Nate, you're so good at this. I think you might just be a masseuse in your past life...." He chuckled and kept on massaging my shoulder then along my back. I could feel the bed dipped, as he got on top of me and straddled my thighs. Then he massages my arm one by one, making me relax.

Liam used the backdoor to get out of the room and there he jerked himself off like a fucking teenager to ease the stiffness in his body. Aurora on the other hand removed the blindfold when she didn't feel the hands on her body again and when she opened her eyes she eyes the masseur with pink hair. She couldn't believe that it was him who gave her this amazing massage. "You are really nice at this!" She complimented him and he grinned. "Thank you, honey. I have twelve years experience in this business." Aurora was impressed. She put on the towel robe and opened her purse, pulled out a hundred dollars out of it and handed it to him. "For you, as a token of my appreciation."