Ebony Lesbian Massage Novels & Stories

She is a very sexy lady with an ebony skin, and her curves were very attractive. I stood up from my office chair immediately and followed her straight to the restroom. I opened the door and my eyes were greeted with the best sight ever. She was fully naked and had her pants on her finger. “Damn bitch. You've made me wet already” I said as I rushed towards her while pulling off my own dress. We started kissing passionately as we were both fingering each other. It was a really thrilling and fun moment. I am actually attracted to both sex but Anna claims to be a lesbian and she has been given one of the best lesbian sex for the past two weeks.

Bobby started to mutter to himself as he tried to control his lust. "I think we can now move on?" Gina intoned seriously from the top of the bed. The masseur then realized that he had lingered on her feet for too long and had gotten his client impatient. He quickly moved to the back of her calves, his hands expertly rubbing upwards until he reached the back of her knees. Bobby glided his two hands in a circular motion, moving slowly upwards. As he did, Gina parted her thighs slightly and Bobby saw her beautiful slit, a shiny sheen on her lips.

The beautiful light inside the ultra-exclusive private spa was perfectly dim, filled with the soothing scent of eucalyptus and lavender as Isabella and her lifelong friend, Susan, relaxed on parallel velvet massage tables. The two women, both elegantly in their late fifties, were giggling and laughing like schoolgirls as the professional masseuses worked out the tension in their shoulders.

"Be rest assured, Luna Isabella; I am a mated female, and I have no interest in your mate. It is also against my work ethics to lust after a client, so you don't have to worry." I felt ashamed as she explained herself; it was something I couldn't control. Watching another female place her hands on what is mine always riles me up. "Someone is always possessive of me." Richard said through the mind link, and I rolled my eyes. "Drop it." I shivered as I felt the masseuse's cold hand on my body, rubbing the massage oil on me. I closed my eyes as she began to work out the kink in my shoulders, moaning as she hit a spot. Lord knows I was in need of this. I have been too stressed for the past few w

The place was great, shiny marble covered the floors and I could see my reflection in them. "If you'd take a seat. Kaleb and Jase will be with you in a moment for your massages and the chiropractic adjustment. There are some robes in the changing rooms. Please take off all articles of clothing and jewelry and slip them on." This 'Lin' character was a whole new breed of person. Though her smile was warm and her tone was soft, there was no emotion in her words and there was a hardness in her gaze. She was like a walking bomb. I wonder what upset her.

A lot worse. I leave him with sweat running down his temples and his cock pulsing up and down. The scent of her wet pussy just feet from him makes him almost crazy. ‘Just a moment Ebony, there are a couple more things I need.’ She is watching Bliez and a flicker of want passes over her eyes. I collect a big pump bottle of lube and a spreader bar for her legs. Time to have some fun. I let the spreader bar clatter to the floor near her feet, the loud bang echoes around the room. I take her by the hair at the back of her head and pull her back so she is looking up at me. I bend down to her and roughly kiss her lips, and with my other hand I put a shiny sliver clamp on her hard nipple. The silve

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.

Episode 22 – The Masseuse The waiting room smelled of sandalwood and lavender, a scent that clung to the air like a whispered promise. Elena checked her watch, ten minutes early. She’d never done this before, never booked a “sensual full-body massage” from an independent practitioner whose website featured dim lighting and phrases like “energy alignment through touch.” But after the divorce, after months of sleeping alone in a bed that still felt too large, she needed something. Something to remind her she was alive.

She lowered her head and licked the insides of Elena's thighs. She worked in ever-smaller circles until she was licking the soft mounds of Elena's mons. She could tell by the feel of the skin that Elena waxed them. Marie slipped her tongue out and ran the tip up the wrinkly edges of her lips. Elena moaned and pushed her hips up to meet that tongue. Marie smiled and opened her mouth and latched onto her mons. She slid her tongue up and down the smooth slit several times, just savoring the juices that were flowing out. Elena's breathing was getting faster as the shudders waved through her body. Marie was giving her twin foot massages while she licked her lips, the effect was to totally relax a

Killian squeezed my hand once before letting go, thumb brushing my wrist. “See you in the sauna,” he said low, just for me. I felt his eyes on my back the whole way down the hall. My massage therapist was named Lani—small, strong hands, voice like a lullaby. She led me to a private room: dim lights, heated table, scent of warm coconut oil. I slipped out of my sundress, wrapped the robe around me, and lay face-down under the sheet. The massage started slow—her hands gliding over my shoulders, thumbs working into knots I didn’t know I had. She moved to my back, then lower—careful around the faint hand-shaped marks Killian had left on my ass two days earlier.