Massage Kahani Novels & Stories

Russ knew he was going to like this job. On Sunday, he was with Hao for just two clients. Both were stunners, got oral, and one sucked Russ as Hao ate her. The third requested privacy. While Hao was busy with the third client, Kim spent the hour teaching Russ the finer points of masturbating a woman by using Lan first and then her own pussy. He managed to bring both to orgasm twice. On Tuesday, Kim took Russ under her wing and worked with clients actually doing massages. Clients were told this was a free four-hand special. There were no special services even offered to these clients.

The wind whipped through Kayla’s hair as she stood on the roof of the Chen mansion, her hands clutching Hana’s colorful backpack to her chest. The night air was cold, biting through her thin sweater, but she barely felt it. Her mind was reeling, spinning with the secret she’d uncovered— the birth certificate, the name Hana Park, the mother Min-ji Park, the lie that Clara had built her entire life on. She’d needed to get away, to find a place where she could think, where she could process everything without Clara’s watchful eyes or Liam’s confused devotion.

It seemed impossible, yet here she was, held captive and used as bait. She leaned closer to the door, straining to hear as much as she could. The men outside were speaking Italian, and though she didn't understand all of the words, she could make out some key phrases. "...mafia...don Marko..." "...from the Italian mafia..." Her heart hammered as she tried to absorb this new information. So, Marko was involved with the Italian mafia? That would explain some things, but it also filled her with more dread.

THEME: A Billionaire and his Masseuse. A free blow job session Mia Sterling tucked her bottom lip under her teeth, slowly working the magnificent dick in her hands. Keith was huge and hard, and it was so exciting that he had lots of precum that gushed as she stroked him. Keith couldn't believe it was finally happening. His crazy fantasy about his masseuse ever since he lodged in the hotel was coming true. He groaned, bucked, and thrust his hips against her hands.

He had a very good hands, and knew the right places to put those talented fingers. Kathleen had emerged from the massage palour feeling almost liquid. All her muscles were relaxed, and it helped a lot that the massage therapist was good looking. They had exchange numbers afterwards, not that Kathleen was ever going to honor it. As much as she would like to loose herself in some meaningless sex, casual sex has never been her thing.

While another part of me, likely my brain, was telling me to ignore it. “Have you spoken to Maya?” Kalia asked, looking at ne over the rim of her wineglass as she took a sip, leaving the imprint of her glossy lipstick behind. Normally I wouldn’t think anything about such a normal occurrence, but something about it, about the lingering imprint of Kalia ’s lips, was sexy beyond reason. “I talked to her while you were showering. She’s having fun in Switzerland. No media and good skiing.” “I’m sorry she’s going through this. It isn’t fair. Seems to be the natural state of sexual politics though. If a woman has sex with a man, he uses it against her. If she turns him down … he still finds a way t

“You are not a machine. You are a mystery. And I am going to solve you, Francesca. Stay here. I will send Marco to your room with some food.” He left the room. He did not look at the safe once. He did not look at the picture. He only looked at me. I waited until I heard the door of his room close. Then I jumped up. I ran to the desk. I pulled out the tool kit. I had three days. That was all I needed. The truth was right there. Behind the picture of the boat. I would not stop until I had it. I would not let the kiss or the pity stop me. Never again.

This is about to get very spicy, very fast. Gael kneels in front of me, takes my left leg, and props it over his shoulder. His hands begin massaging lotion into my calf, following each stroke with a kiss up my thigh. Hakeem moves to my other arm, his hands trailing down beneath the hem of my sleep tank to cup and massage my breasts, fingers teasing my nipples. Gael reaches my shorts and presses his face into my core, inhaling deeply before licking over the thin fabric to find my clit.

"Our strategy. We need to know what to do in case the motor overheats during the race." I pulled back and he started to laugh. I gave his muscular chest a soft slap, and he caught me in the towel, wrapping me up and keeping me from making any further attempts. He hugged me tightly, then moved down to kiss me. I could feel how turned on he was, and I wanted him badly. He gave me one last rubdown, getting my exterior as dry as he could while my interior was getting as wet as possible.

The rhythmic sound of the crashing waves provided a soothing backdrop as they massaged my exhausted muscles. I closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth and tranquility of the moment. Kazimir's skilled hands continued to work their magic on my tired calves, relieving the tension and bringing a sense of bliss. I let out a contented sigh, feeling the stress of the past days melting away under their touch. "Yeah, that part, Kaz...Oh, it's a bit painful but it feels good." I told him. I yelped as I felt his hand connected with my asscheek. He spanked me!