Lesbian Masseuse Novels & Stories

Liam said softly, "you have some congested lumps here. If we don't treat this properly, you'll be very prone to breast diseases in the future." "I see… Please… keep going," I managed to choke out. I heard the small massage table creak under the weight of his movements. And yet, the sensation of being so meticulously massaged left me addicted. Suddenly, his hands pulled away. I snapped my eyes open and looked at him with a dazed, confused expression. "What's wrong?" Only then did I realize my voice was trembling. "I just need more cream," Liam said, scooping out another dollop of the white cream. "I'll be working on your thighs now. Please recline slightly on the pillow."

I called out to him, "But Thomas…" He waved me off. "Why are you so nervous? It's alright. The therapy will still take a while." Before I could say anything else, Thomas walked out immediately. He seemed to have no qualms about me currently lying next to another man. My body was covered in sweat when Charlie stopped to take something. Flushed crimson, I lay on my back and fanned myself gently to cool down. We were alone in the room, and the air was thick with tension. My heart raced as he stood next to me and spoke in a hoarse voice. "I'll start the lactation massage next. It might hurt, so you can cry out if you need to."

Kimberly's mother asks with trembling voice. "She suffered a lot since you've been at the hospital! Kimberly works day and night just to give your needs... and you know what... she even works at the pub house with me... as A PROSTITUTE!..." the backstabber wickedly laughs. Mrs. Aston tears suddenly fell on her cheeks and weakly lean on the chair. "And another thing... your son-in-law, Nathan Conner is one of her costumers... and he gave a very traumatic experience your daughter ever had!" she continues that Mrs. Aston used her full strength to stand and slap Jesebelle's face. "How dare you!?" the old lady cried.

She hesitantly added the keyword lesbian, reloaded the page, waiting. She was daunted by the number of explanations and explicit illustrations that she found. She didn’t think she could learn all of this. God. She wasn’t even an expert when it came to men and now to venture into the unknown?! Absolutely daunting. She hesitated. No. She had to do this. She didn’t want Cassandra to find her boring in bed. What if she disappoints the doctor?

I yawn. “Bitch, you better go scrub that pussy of yours,” Lana fumes. “You're getting married tomorrow, and we want to make sure your holes are clean and shiny, ready for big dick Manny.” “Holes?” I ask confuse. “Yes sis, holes!” Ella chuckles. “We booked a full body massage and wax for you. Plus yoni steam and pussy bejewels.” “Pussy what?” This doesn’t sound fun at all. “You know, like putting edible rhinestones and sparkly stuff on your vagina. The Indians in India do it,” Ella nods.

The car stopped in front of the giant neon sign that blazed: Bunny Moon Club. "The first impression is the most important thing," whispered Karmen as we paid our admission. "So watch what you do, how you walk, what you say. Take medium-sized steps, and try not to smile so much." I took a mental note. Bunny Moon Club was an oasis for dancing-crazed lesbians. The dancing hadn't started yet. They were still serving dinner. We got a booth and ordered three burgers. Elise and I wanted pizza, but Karmen insisted that it would do too much damage to our breath.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit lesbian sexual content, detailed descriptions of arousal and manual stimulation, discussions of watersports/urophilia, BDSM themes (domination/submission), graphic language, and taboo sexual fantasies. CHAPTER ONE Isabella studied her reflection in the rearview mirror as she pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail. She frowned.

I slipped into my room, locked the door, and yanked the curtains shut until the room was dim and secret. My hands shook as I pulled my favorite dildo from the nightstand—the thick, veiny eight-inch one I’d only ever used thinking about girls like her. I shoved my shorts and panties down in one motion, kicked them away, and fell back onto the bed, legs spread wide. I opened my laptop, clicked straight to my favorite lesbian video—the one with the girl getting a massage and a proper fucking after. The moans filled the room. I didn’t even bother with foreplay. I rubbed my swollen clit in fast, desperate circles, then slid two fingers deep into my dripping hole, pumping them while I watched the

She poked me again, "shut up.. it's not like you've never wanted to have your needs fulfilled.." "Well is it so hard to stick to one person?" "Wasn't about that to me. First of all, lesbian sex is different than what you guys do, you wouldn't know.." I knew exactly what she was talking about but I kept my mouth shut and raised a brow, "riiiight.. it's not like you have a panis you're hiding from me." She laughed and looked at her closet with guilt all over her face. This time I poked her ass, "oh my God Paris you are such a sex freak.."

Luna said with a smirk on her face. Gabrielle turned, looking at Luna, she said, "A male masseuse? That's not happening, as far as am concerned." Luna protested, "Come on, think about it. A man's hand is more firmer, and it'll be able to hit the right spot." "Not even a chance Luna, am I allowing a man to touch my body, let alone massage me? No friggin way," Gabrielle said firmly. "Alright, whatever you want. Whatever you want," Luna said, succumbing.