Reluctant Lesbian Massage Novels & Stories

“But, Claire, I’m a lesbian.” “And playing with one cock doesn’t somehow make you straight. Come on. It’s just for fun.” I took both of her hands and wrapped them around Forest’s cock. “Here, just like this.” And I started showing her how to slowly jerk him off. Her tiny hands couldn’t even wrap around how thick he was. “Oh wow. It’s so hard.” Marissa said with genuine surprise. “And so warm.”

When Amber could pull enough air into her lungs, she gave her concubine an order he couldn’t refuse. “Massage me from deep inside,” she commanded. “As you wish my queen.” Leo pulled his already taut penis free of his slacks and pushed himself deeply inside her. He even made circular motions with his hips, determined to rub his cock over every inch of her snatch walls. In and out, side to side, he continued his inner deep massage of her with a fun muscle of his own. Amber came again quickly with little resistance. She hadn’t stood much of a chance really with the way the chef was inserting himself in and out, around and around, her.

The women lay together lazily kissing and trailing their hands over each other's naked bodies until Beth moaned into the kiss, "Are you ready to learn the next technique in the lesbian arts, sweetie?" Brittany nodded her head slightly and moaned affirmatively into the kiss. Beth's grin widened at the tiny girl's adorability and enthusiasm. With this, the older woman broke the kiss and rolled onto her back. She lay there, holding the tiny teen's heated gaze, as she teasingly trailed a finger over her large breasts, rock-hard nipples, and smooth pussy. The older woman then patted her thighs encouragingly, as she purred, "Come over here, sweetie. Your next lesson in the lesbian arts is how to p

Jenny asked stunned at the question. "Slaves are not allowed to masturbate, but slaves can take care of each other's needs," Melissa explained. "But, I'm not... a lesbian! Yesterday evening the other girls also tried-"Jenny protested. "Nobody will force you, and if you change your mind you're welcome. Melissa had a difficult exercise this morning and I think she needs a release," Alex explained as she disrobed with fear. She hoped not to have to show the diaper and the chastity belt. But Jenny did not react. So, after her leather top, she removed her squirt.

The dimly lit loft pulsed with a low, sensual hum, velvet curtains drawn to shield the night outside, the air thick with perfume and anticipation. I stood near the bar, my silk dress clinging to my skin, the fabric teasing my curves as I surveyed the room, my adventurous spirit drawn to the whispered rumors of this exclusive gathering. I’d explored my desires before, but the promise of a lesbian orgy—a tangle of women lost in pleasure—ignited a wildfire in my core, my pussy tingling with eager curiosity as the first guests arrived.

Absolute heaven. After he finished her hands, he arranged her arms alongside her body, palms up. She really didn’t want this to end, but when Brad paused she knew the fantasy was over. She’d totally lost track of time and had no idea how long she’d been lying there. Cain’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “Cheraza, Brad and I would like to continue, but we want to ask your permission. Will you trust us enough to give you a more sensual massage? Our touch will be more intimate, and we don’t want you to hesitate to ask us to stop should you feel at all uncomfortable. Brad’s going to blindfold you if that’s okay. It might not sound like it, but the blindfold will help you relax.”

“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.

I took him to the inner chambers where i prepared the bath and we had a long chat so he would not be nervous. “So um, have you done this type of massage before?” His voice was shaky and he spoke with a slur but i could understand him and i could tell that he spoke from the side of nervousness which was expected. “Yes i have. I have been working as a as a masseur for years and i am guaranteeing that you can trust my services.” “Okay, please just help me feel good. I hope you are not straight?” “I am sorry sir but does my sexuality affect my services?”

Emily. I had just finished packing my massage kit oils, towels, the foldable table, a few extras I definitely wasn’t licensed to use when the address popped up on my phone. A Marine, twenty-eight, full lower-body cast, “therapeutic massage required.” My pussy clenched so hard at the description I almost dropped the bottle of almond oil. It wasn’t part of my nursing contract, but my cunt had stopped caring about contracts months ago. It hunted now. And tonight it had scented prey.

she says, pointing at her back. I nod in hesitation and walk toward them. “I… I’ll give you a massage, madam.” “Uh-huh. Then do it, but be gentle, okay?” Lea sighs and faces her back at me. I sat down and did what I was told, keeping my head low. Lea continues to complain about her body aches while I try to make her feel better. I’m not even a good masseuse nor did I learn from the professionals, but Lea always calls for me when she needs a massage.