Mature Lesbian Massage Novels & Stories

“Oh, Aaron!” Tessa moaned, arching her back. Aaron raised his head and lowered his hand to stroke Tessa’s coochie. One of his fingers traced her butthole while he plunged two into her entrance. “I’m not your husband, ma’am. I’m your master masseur-” “Master!” Tessa cried out, her body shuddering from the pleasure she was feeling. He removed his fingers and delivered a sharp tap to her ass and then rubbed the red spot soothingly. “I must say, Ma’am. You have a fine ass. Your husband is a very lucky man.”

Mistress Dark said. As I did to Mistress Dark, I also did to my Master, a slow seduction of all of him, taking my time, engaging him, as much of him as I could, using my lips, my tongue, my hands. When I finally released his cock from his shorts, he was hard as a steel rod, the skin stretched tight as a drum over the head. I suspected he'd also liked the show; his slave licking Mistress Dark's cunt. I was experienced enough to know lesbian sex was a very popular type of porn enjoyed by men. Apparently two pussies were nearly always better than one.

No cum, not allowed by the equipment, just lubrication of horny slaves craving relief. The two slaves came and gave us our break, releasing two at a time, rubbing our shoulders, upper back and upper arms, then stringing us up again. When the taller of the two girls did me, she whispered to me how brave she found me and licked and sucked my nipples for a few moments. Not enough to make me cum with the vibrations going on in my cunt and on my clit, but oh so close. I guessed her to be lesbian or bisexual going to a Mistress. The other one I wasn't sure of. She didn't fondle any of us, but perhaps she was afraid someone would cum and she'd pay for it.

She moved a gob of Camilla ’s grool up toward her clit and started to massage her clit in slow, concentric circles. Camilla quivered and jostled in her lying position, shifting her hips slightly and releasing a low moan. Her chest heaved up and down as her heartbeats increased. She couldn’t believe she was having her first real lesbian experience at college and that it was her professor that she was allowing to pleasure her. It seemed like a campy late-night movie but this was all too real. And it made her feel truly alive.

She tempted him even more. She approached the pole and glued her throbbing jewel between her thighs. She didn't know, but it seemed like that part was starting to get wet while she was doing what she was doing. She held on to the pole and rubbed herself, especially the lower body on the cold pole. It's like she's having sex there. The man scooped up all the contents of the glass and placed it on the table next to him. One of his fingers was already on his lip and he was holding it while staring at what she was doing. She suddenly turned around and rubbed her legs up to both thighs.

MASON’S POV "Would you like me to continue the massage?" I asked gently. Christiana hesitated. "Yes...no... I don't know." I smiled reassuringly. "We'll take it slow." I reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Trust me," I whispered. Christiana's eyes locked onto mine. "I'll try," she said softly. As I began the massage again, this time, she wasn’t cursing, wasn’t angry, just relaxing.

“I want to see you two cum.” Claire obeyed, gripping Jessica’s thigh for leverage as she scissored faster, their clits grinding relentlessly. Charlie continued stroking his throbbing cock, slow and deliberate, savoring the live show unfolding before him. Claire moaned loudly, gripping Jessica’s thigh for leverage as she thrust harder, their swollen clits rubbing in perfect, slippery friction. “That’s it, baby… rub your messy little cunt on mine...oh fuck"

“Once your partners are set, I’ll come around with a bottle of oil. This’ll be your last chance to ask questions before I shut off the lights, turn on the music and leave you to your own devices. “Once everyone is settled, I’ll be in the backroom for the duration of your massage experimentation time, so you’ll have no interruptions from me—or anyone else—within your private areas. Remember, there is no right or wrong way. Sensual massage is highly personal and having a good technique isn’t nearly as important as having fun and an open mind.” The table creaked and Libby swore. Quinn spoke through the curtained panel. “You ready?” “If you mean am I naked,” she said in a hushed tone, “then yes.

Her hands slid down between my thighs, her long, oily fingers tracing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, moving closer and closer to the base of my throbbing cock. Every single time she leaned forward to get more leverage, her own bare pussy brushed right against the back of my thigh, leaving a trail of wet heat on my skin. "Turn over for us, Jason," the dark-haired one commanded softly, her fingers giving the skin near my balls a gentle, teasing pinch. "It is time to finish your massage so you can go back to your lovely kess."

I lightly caress her inner thighs, making a circular motion with my fingertips. "God, Nick!" She moans. "That feels so good!" She says, twisting her legs from side to side, trying to move her enflamed pussy closer to my hands. I continue the erotic massage to the top of her thighs, bypassing her pussy to lightly swirl my fingers across her hairless mound.