Boob Massage Novels & Stories

I began soaping the whole of my body, caressing every part while I did. Now half-submerged in soapsuds, I leaned backwards in the bathtub and rested my head on it. With my eyes firmly shut, I kept on lathering my body. I massaged my breasts in circular motions, hitting them with bubbles from the sweet-smelling soap. With my other hand, I stroked my vulva softly, taking time to soap my labia and my clit with pleasure.

He cupped one boob in each hand, kneading and massaging them gently. My nipples became rock hard, protruding upwards and begging for his attention. He gladly obliged, leaning down over me and taking one nipple into his mouth and began to suck lightly, while his hand massaged my other Brest. My back arched off the bed from the pleasure, attempting to push myself further into his mouth.

I bet that she could feel my erection. I traveled my hands into her hoodie and I caressed her back, up to her bra. I unhooked it immediately and took my hands into the loose cups of her bra, then I gave her boobs a little press. Fuck! They were so soft in my hands. I fucking missed how they felt and responded to my touch. I massaged her breasts in my palms and she moaned. She pulled away from the kiss and threw her head backward. The more my fingers kneaded, massaged, and caressed her boobs, the louder her moans grew and sent exciting waves down my member.

“Some men don’t know that our tits should be treated like fragile objects. Too much pressure is not pleasurable.” She released my hand and rummaged in the drawer. She held a feather in her hand and when she came back. She ran the feather lightly on my arms. “This is how you should massage her breasts – light and feathery.” I imitated the caressing action of the feather on my skin and massaged her breasts lightly, stroking them gently. Her nipples grew taut under my persistent massaging. They seemed to beg to be kissed and sucked. I was unable to resist as I stooped down to take them into my mouth, alternately. Sophie moaned in elation as I nibbled, sucked and caressed that area. By then my d

"This is wrong Massa. I'm your brother's mate" "And you're my whore. Stormie, Ruarc and Sia won't be here until after a while, so let's have fun until then". "Massa", I whine. "You'll like it. I promise". My protest dies in my throat the moment he squeezed my boob, and that's my weakness. My toes curl in pleasure as he sucks earnestly my nipples while massaging the other breast. I'm dying in ecstasy but I refuse to moan. Massa moves on to the next breast, rolling the swollen bud between his fingers.

David trailed his hand back upward, teasing her shoulders and then going beneath them to cup her boobs. His oily hands sent a spark of wetness rushing through her core and she sucked in a moan. He rolled her nipples between his fingers in the most gentle manner. "How do you like that ma'am?" "Hm, I'm not sure...." She trailed into a moan as he pinched her nipples slightly. "Oh my God, David what are you doing?" "Your massage just like you ordered."

He kneads the entire of my breasts, base to tip, squeezing with just enough pressure to make me arch. Back to my pussy. He spreads my oily folds with one hand, exposing my clit and entrance. Oil drops into my pussy, and his fingers circle my clit in light, feathery touches that build an orgasm. Then his fingers slide along my slit, up and down, before slipping easily, deep in my cunt. “Ohhh…what type of massage is that?” I ask as I play with my nipples, biting my lip. "Internal massage, little one. Very much necessary," he says, as if it’s standard. He presses in and out, pumping gently, scissoring to stretch my pussy folds apart.

“Gym. Food. Massage. Every day until you’re exactly what I want. Curvy. Soft. Mine.” She doesn’t answer right away. Her breathing slows. Then, quiet, she says, “You’re a sick psychopath I swear. .” She presses back against me, ass snug against my dick, and falls asleep like that. Her ass is right there in front of me. Still warm from the gym. Skin pink from all the blood flow. I put both hands on her cheeks and start massaging right away. Big, slow circles. Palms pressing deep into the muscle. Kneading like I’m working bread dough. I squeeze the cheeks together, then spread them wide, watching the way the flesh moves. Soft. Firm. Perfect. “Fuck, this ass,” I groan low. “Gonna make it bigger.

I probably spent more time on her butt than was necessary, but I wasn't about to pass up the opportunity. Next, I moved down to her thighs, starting on the back sides and working around to the front. She began moaning again, so I came up underneath her and, as I slid the luffa up onto her stomach, she straightened her body and leaned back against me. That's when I dropped the scrubber and started using my hands instead. Taking hold of both breasts at once, I began to knead them, making sure to brush my thumbs across her nipples every few seconds. That earned me a lot of moans from the back of her throat.

I have always loved the way Demetrius's touch can make me feel this way. I can feel him gently caressing my boobs, I am not putting on a bra so he has no obstruction. He grabs it in his large hands, slowly fondling them. I bite down on my lips, the pleasure is so much! No matter how I try to suppress the urge to moan, it still escapes from my lips and I can't believe I can make such a sound! I sound like a horny bitch! How did my harmless thought of a massage turn so x-rated?!