Lesbian Masseuse Novels & Stories

“These for bookings?” She popped her gum, smirked. “Yeah. Whatever you’re into.” A wild thought sparked, reckless, perfect. I leaned in, lowered my voice. “Do you have lesbians?” Her smirk widened. “As many as you want.” I flipped through the booklet, heart kicking. Faces blurred until one stopped me cold, a blonde, 28, green eyes sharp enough to cut, lips full, body lean and strong. Amanda. Ten years older than me. I liked that. I love her body shape.

He was becoming a friend and he was slowly teaching me little bits of Italian - which I was very clearly butchering. While the house did feel lonely, there was, however, one bit of company that I enjoyed every afternoon. The masseuse I hired, Elena, would come collect me from the pool or the sauna or wherever I happened to be at the moment, and lay me down on a very relaxing massage table in a gorgeously designed relaxation spa room in the house. She was stunningly beautiful. Tall, long legs, dark hair, with big blue eyes you could get lost in. Her body was in peak fitness, like an Olympian. The first day, she gave me a wonderful massage and in her horribly broken English, tried to ask me ab

Then I started pounding into hеr tight аѕѕ with ѕmооth hard strokes, the erotic sounds of skin meeting skin echoed in the room as I shoved my dick into her tight hole repeatedly. "Fuck, Selena. What a lying lesbian slut you are. You fucking can't stay away from pussy, can you?" I asked as I jerked my hips back and forth. With every powerful thrust I deliver, she response with breathless moan, her ass muscles gripping my dick so hard that I almost blow my load. "I bet you could eat four to five girls at one time. Don't worry baby, I asked Ellen to arrange an all girls lesbian fucking fest for you where you can eat pussy until your heart content," I said, spanking her ass cheeks.

Lydia couldn't remember asking for any service. "I'm sorry, I don't think I need any service ......" "Oh, Miss Jones. It was arranged by Mr. Evans. This is not a normal massage service, and I think you will need it." Lydia was now like a canary kept in a golden cage; she could only accept it, not say no. Lydia was taken to a special room. By the time the massage began, she noticed something was wrong. This was not an ordinary massage. The servants not only massaged her whole body, they also repaired her pubic hair and even smeared a special liquid on her private garden.

"The thick thickness of your make-up! You look like a clown!" She pointed to herself. "Disguise isn't it? Where have you seen a disguise who doesn't wear make-up?" He asked as he turned around. "The stupidity, ah." she whispered. "Boba your face!" We ordered a vodka. I can't get rid of the man in front of us. It is very white and almost very beautiful body. Jacob's is just better but this one is okay. Aileen translated. "2 o'clock," she whispered before swallowing the vodka.

Linda Langton, along with the Italian lady, and Arabella Cameron (who was Teddy's school runaway friend's daughter) was one of the few women Lala did have time for. Their relationship (true friendship being so vague a concept) had deepened since Linda had confided in Lala that she too, was a sex addict, and really could not get enough. The confession sealed if not a pact, then an understanding, as they drank and swapped notes about the legions of horny men that they had had hopping like satyrs fumbling through wool for their privates. As Linda read off the list of men she had slept with, Lala was astonished. She thought that she would have come first in any contest like that. But when Linda

When she remains undecided if not flummoxed, I move to the next. “Happy endings in my line of work just mean release. Whether that’s physical, mental or emotional. You’d be surprised how many people talk or just cry on my table to unwind. Masseurs are kind of like bartenders and hairdressers, the people that have heard and seen it all. We’re just cheaper than psychiatrists.” I add with a chuckle and see the curiosity overcoming the nerves in her delicate features. While I loved her biting her lip, it was distracting and didn’t let me see just how lush and ripe her mouth is. The layers of her sun colored hair angle around her face, but that mouth and those too large eyes softening to a smile

I took him to the inner chambers where i prepared the bath and we had a long chat so he would not be nervous. “So um, have you done this type of massage before?” His voice was shaky and he spoke with a slur but i could understand him and i could tell that he spoke from the side of nervousness which was expected. “Yes i have. I have been working as a as a masseur for years and i am guaranteeing that you can trust my services.” “Okay, please just help me feel good. I hope you are not straight?” “I am sorry sir but does my sexuality affect my services?”

“I've come for my last session and maybe a goodbye cause I'd be out of California as well “his gaze carried surprise. Yes I know he probably wasn't expecting me to go out of the town right after my last session like I was running away. Chloe came to sit next to the both of us. My eyes went to her cleavages at a go. I can't believe I'm a lesbian and also straight at the same time. I've sucked on her big pussy, preying it open with my hands, fucking her with my fingers as I watch her squirm for Mercy while doctor Manuel stroke his dick with his eyes filled with lust looking at us I've sat on this very desk and have her lost in my boobs while she fuck me senseless with her dildo and doctor Manu

The brothel was a prostitute den for lesbian Lunas and I was super excited because I have a friend there and she has told me a million stories about what goes down there. And I was going to experience it today. I booked a three hours sex session with four wf lesbians because I wanted th thrill of many girls in my body, either sucking, fucking or doing immoral things to me. “We are here.” “Park at the east wing, my friend is going to come and pick me up from there.” “Yes ma.” He swerved to the east part of the garage and parked, I sent my signature howl and my friend sensed it. She came out after a few minutes her face looking like a little cub who has been offered candy.