Mature Lesbian Massage Novels & Stories

“Make her ache. I want her desperate. Use everything you need. Just Don’t let her come.” “Yes, Sir.” She rolled a small table over and laid out her tools,a bottle of warming massage oil, a razor and shaving cream, thick nipple clamps, a medium anal plug, and a long vibrating wand. She poured the scented oil into her palms and began rubbing it gently into my skin. She started at my shoulders, slowly moving down to my breasts. Lila’s hands were soft but firm. She massaged the oil deep until my breast was glistening. She pinched and rolled both nipples until they were rock-hard, then put on the weighted clamps on each of them, I hissed at the sharp bite. The pain turned into hot pleasure that s

She hadn’t even been an adult at the time, and the adult that she did live with acted more like a spoilt ten-year-old. Lisa screwed her eyes shut and forced the thoughts away, pinching her nipple again to distract herself. With her other hand, she glided down over her soft belly to the springy curls between her generous thighs. What would Mason’s fingers feel like playing down here among her wet folds? His fingers were long and looked dexterous, no doubt from all the gaming he did, and she would love to know just how adroit they could be. She moaned softly as her finger slipped through the warm wetness, circling her clit before slipping inside.

Until next time you stay girly and I'll stay in the closet awaiting my best opportunity to finally escape. Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

I frowned. "Why would you say that? She's exquisite." "She also is a lesbian. She hates men and despises the touch of any man. That's why I became her Mistress. I promised to never make her have sex with a man." Oh this was another fun challenge for me. I wanted to test my skills of pushing my thoughts on another without speaking out loud. It was a power I hadn't used much and knew that there would be times I would need to change things that way so this was a great time to practice. I pushed at Lauren and had her notice me and realize that I aroused her. Instantly I could feel her mind trying to reject that thought. She didn't like men they couldn't arouse her. I pushed the thought even hard

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.”)

Then the older woman pushed her finger into the younger lady’s tight pussy while her tongue went over her clit together. I did the same. Pushing two fingers into my pussy. “Ahhh,” I exclaimed as my fingers pushed into my pussy hole, slowly meeting resistance. An electric sensation gripped me. More deep thrusts followed, my hungry pussy wanting more and more with every deep. Then it came. The urge to pee. But I didn’t stop. I continued. Dipping and fucking, my hips rolling into the bed as I rode over my fingers, gaze fixed on my laptop screen. The older lady had the younger on her back now, fucking her with a strap on dildo. “Fuck me,” I moaned softly, my teeth clenched tightly as I felt it c

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."

With practiced ease, she hooked the soaked thong aside and let her fingers glide through the slick heat. “Oh, God!” Nia cried, instinctively snapping her legs together. Madame Laurent firmly pushed them apart again. “Khosh, my dear,” she purred, rubbing firm circles over Nia’s throbbing clit. “Very good.” The sensation was overwhelming. Then Madame Laurent’s tongue returned, licking directly over the pucker of Nia’s ass through the stretched thong. Nia’s legs shook violently. “Turn around,” Madame Laurent ordered, punctuating the command with a sharp slap to Nia’s ass.

3. LISA I’m completely lost in the moment, fingers buried knuckle-deep in my dripping pussy, thrusting quick and messy while my eyes stay half-closed on the laptop screen. The lesbian p**n blasts wet tongue sounds and desperate girl moans that make my cunt squeeze even tighter around my fingers. My other hand attacks my heavy tits, pinching my stiff nipples until the sharp sting blends into pure pleasure, squeezing the soft flesh hard like I’m trying to pull an orgasm out of them.