Lesbian Masseuse Novels & Stories

I said assertively to the woman. "Oh! But that doesn't matter. Our salon always keeps the confindentiality of its clients." I slammed my fists to my side. "For goodness sake! Can I just have a quiet time? I don't want a male here I clearly asked for a masseuse so why are you bothering me?! Is this your idea of a good customer service? Once she saw that I wasn't having any of what she was saying, she bowed my head. "I apologize ma'am." I gave the woman a dirty look and then said, "Get me a cup of orange juice."

Halloway asks, making a show of looking all downcast and shocked. “I have no idea. Stop this nonsense immediately, Vanessa.” Mason growls. “Do you realise how bizarre you sound talking about a gay club, and an abusive one at that? First of all, Halloway would never be a party to such an establishment. And second, it is totally unbelievable.” “Can you shut up for a second and listen to me, please? I’m telling you that a man was being whipped on that stage three days ago, just after he was fucked by two…”

Apparently, her desire to tease the shit out of me trumped her revulsion, and she reached into my pants and took hold of my boner. "Hey! Isn't that against your religion!" I said. "Frigging my pussy in the shower while I watched you jerking probably was, too, but there I was," she said as she moved her fingers toward the head of my cock. "Maybe I'm having a crisis of faith." "Look at you go, girl!" Holly voiced her encouragement. "Don't let one bad doctor's visit get the better of you!" For a moment, the statement confused me, but then I realized that neither Lana nor I had turned off the recorder the other night when I was done jerking off, so if Holly watched the whole video, she would hav

Another woman hovered over Cassie’s face, grinding her vagina against her lips, and I felt my stomach lurch as Cassie’s tongue darted out to lick. My brain stalled completely. Cassie was committing an abomination. The humans called it lesbianism, but in our world, it wasn’t some casual thing you joked about or experimented with. It was something people got punished for. Badly. Up to fifteen years in the dungeon. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Cassie snapped, pushing the woman between her legs away, her movement careless enough that she bumped into the one above her. That broke whatever hold the scene had on me.

"With the piercing like Lisa received today. I can cum a dozen times just from moving around a lot. It was worse when I first got it, and it's gotten better. I don't cum from it as much as I used to, but things like exercising and swimming where my legs are moving, still makes me cum all the time. Sitting still helps, but other than things like driving and sleeping, I'm not still very often." "Why do you shave your pussies?" "It's more pleasant licking shaved pussies than hairy ones," Rhonda replied. "Did it bother you licking my pussy because it has hair?" "It's less pleasant, but it didn't bother me. Did you enjoy licking my bald cunt?" "It wasn't bad. Nicely smooth and it made everything

It was strange but she kept the feeling that she was only going out with her friend. Lorna stopped at a secluded table at a corner. “My favorite spot.” Karen could imagine that she brought all the ladies she had fucked to the restaurant. Martini was served. When Lorna stared at her, Karen felt she was naked or she could see through her. “Yesterday was great,” she started. Karen sipped Martini. “Yeah.” She was screaming. That was great. “I’ve been a lesbian for four years…and I’ve met quite a lot of ladies I liked.” She chuckles. Some were like you before I initiated them- proud of myself.”

After sweating it out in the gym for an hour, Ambrose showered, changed clothes, and left amidst the gym owner's eager farewells and a few trainers' envious glares. He then went to a men's beauty salon on the mall's third floor. Larissa attempted to follow but was stopped by a receptionist. "I'm sorry, miss. We only serve male clients here," the receptionist explained with a smile. She felt uneasy. A men-only place? Could it be that something was wrong with this place? She called Macsen, "Get here in ten minutes. Or you won't get any medicine from me again!" After rushing over, Macsen exclaimed, "What? You want me to follow Mr. Hamilton?"

Her breathing turned short and she tried to stop the masseuse but couldn't for two reasons. First, she was enjoying this far too much and second it didn't feel like a massage at all. It felt as if she was having sex with someone. What do you know about sex, don't forget you are frigid? But this feels exactly like Susan told. She flushed at the thought, how was it possible. The person was gay, that's why they came here then how come she felt like this.

He had his cock buried deep in her mouth as the other woman was rubbing her ass. “This one is perfect. She needs so much attention, though. I know you said a month, but I would suggest a few times a week as well. Even if it is just with me rubbing her down.” The massage therapist said as she looked at the doctor who was getting his cock sucked hard. He had just crossed that one line he had held back on. She knew that the idea of watching the two women was one of his turn-ons. He liked helping women free themselves, but he never got any satisfaction for himself. This patient was different in so many ways. She liked the therapist as well.

I didn't realize that tears were falling down my eyes. "Let's go to sleep, Love,"he invited me. "Go ahead and sleep. I'll be here first," I replied seriously. "Love, please..." he begged me gently. "I don't know how to deal with our employees after the embarassment" I said emotionally. "What Steven said is true. I am a prostitute! I am a Prostitute!,” I raised my voice because of the anger I felt. "I don't care!"he replied emphatically.