Lesbian Masseuse Novels & Stories

Surprisingly enough, Margaret found a sense of peace there. "I was desperate to find this team a coach," she explained. "So I bowled straight up to these gentlemen and asked if any of them would like a job coaching a girl team. Don't be scared by their intimidating appearance. They're the nicest gay couple I'd ever met." Then she laughed. She'd give up hope that those Russian guys had taken the idea seriously. With a beaming smile, Margaret turned to drag them over. "Thank you so much for coming! Introduce yourselves to the girls!"

“Now, as I said, we’ve got an overwhelming number of bookings and now that word is getting out we’ve got a new male masseuse I’m sure we’ll be getting even more. So one last thing before I leave you to get set up.” “What’s that?” I asked. “Don’t fuck the clients,” she said, levelling her gaze at me from over the plush massage table between us. “Um,” I said, a little taken aback. “I-” “And if you do end up fucking any clients, don’t get caught by anyone. And make sure you’re fucking one who pays their membership dues, not the husband or wife of the paying member.” “I ... will take that to heart,” I said. Having any sort of sexual interaction with a client was so utterly unethical that it had

He was the most pussy whipped person I'd ever met, but it was sure going to work out for Regina if they somehow managed to stay together. Sherman asked, "Is it all right if I put that thing back on for this?" "I don't see any reason why not," I said. "Thanks," he replied. I waited for him to put it on. He figured it out for himself since he'd already used it. The slaves all had their clients lie down on the lounges, before they proceeded to rub their themselves against the client. When I started the timer, Lisa and Reneé started scissoring with my mother and Regina, Slut, Rose, and Julia started rubbing their moist cunts on the flaccid cocks of their clients, and Gwen rubbed hers on Sherman'

The massage parlours, quite simply, were the parlours of beautiful women, who in addition to giving massages, had sex, the houses of Russian, Asian and German beauties. Yaroslava was the most desired beautiful and sensual cat in massage parlours and fruit and aphrodisiac tourism centers, she was so desired that from the first person to see her, from the moment she was seen, as long as anyone saw her, she was the beautiful succubus.

I'm even sure after a taste she will be the one booking us here for dirty delicious sinful times. "Oh, only one person can work on both of you; that's how good our masseuses are.” “W-what?” Okay, that wasn't in the plan. “One masseuse per booking, I can switch to a female if you ladies are not comfortable.” She suggested it, and hell no, rather one man than another female. That friend also mentioned that even the females were into swinging, but right now if I don't get cock in my pussy, I will die. "It's fine.” Beatrice is the one who answered.

"So, did you ever think you'd be offered a job because your dick is bigger than the last guy?" Russ chuckled. "I never thought about it." "That's not the only reason. You're also, according to Lan, handsome, well built, and have a reputation of being a nice guy. I do, essentially, what my mom and sister do. I give massages. By choice, I only do females. About half of them just want massages. The other half are the regulars. They want the special services we offer. For women, it's fingering to orgasm, eating them, and rarely vaginal sex. For vaginal I always wear a condom. Safer for me and for them. For oral, I use a dental dam about half the time. Do you know what that is?"

Before I could say anything else, they were both in my head mindlinking me. Your masseuse will be a woman, Little One. No man's hands will touch your body, understand? Actually, I don’t. You two are probably going to be at a strip club doing God knows what, but I can’t have a massage? Of course, you can have a massage, Angel. But with the amount of hormones flowing through you, you’re just a bit sensitive lately. So it’s best if your massage is done by a woman. What the hell are you guys talking about?

Everything was white, serene, endlessly luxurious. Then the St. James women entered. Within ten minutes: Genevieve questioned the massage therapist’s credentials (“Do you have experience with decades of trauma or just knots?”) Mercedes fell asleep during her steam facial and scared the staff. Abigail requested a fertility-boosting massage and freaked out when the therapist said, “We’ll focus on your womb energy.” Ruth prayed quietly during her deep tissue massage (“Lord, please don't let this woman crack my spine like a glow stick.”)

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'

[ A lésbian woman seduces and fúcks her coworker's straight wife to prove a point and ends up enjoying it.] I've been a lésbian for as long as I can remember, and I’ve never hidden it. I fúck women with fire in my veins, and I crave the ones who are deliciously out of reach or secretly off-limits.