Reluctant Lesbian Massage Novels & Stories

I gently massage Leo's back, I could tell he was enjoying, because even in his frown, I saw him smile a little bit. Renata instructed the next maid to take over, probably because she saw that Leo was enjoying my massage. Leo immediately said I should continue with his eyes still closed, only if he knew I was the one. I was reluctant to continue, I had his room to clean and I still need to go to school. After waiting for about 20 seconds Renata shouted my name and told me to continue, she had just caused a problem for me.

My junior is so excited to feel her touch. "Sara, go down." I want to enjoy her beautiful massage on my body while closing my eyes, but I have to open my eyes repeatedly to give her instructions. She massaged every part of my body, avoiding contact with my junior. Why is she torturing me like this? "Can I now go to sleep, Aron?" She put massage oil back on the table. "And who is going to massage it?" I gestured with my eyes toward my dick. "I did not believe that your genitalia were experiencing discomfort, Aron, as massage is typically reserved for the alleviation of physical pain." She refrained from touching my dick.

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

Gretta sighed and said, "I didn't think of it that way. You're sure you're not offended?" "Not at all, as a matter of fact, it's kind of cool." "So the idea of a sexual massage doesn't bother you even if the only relief comes later alone in your room?" "Better than jacking off looking at dirty books", I said. "After all, we're both adults and just because we became physically aroused doing it doesn't mean that we were going to do anything weird together. I think we've passed that test"

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'll start the lactation massage next. It might hurt, so you can cry out if you need to." Charlie placed his hands on my chest the second he finished speaking. At that moment, my body tensed up immediately. I looked at him, but his expression remained indifferent. Could it be… that I was the only one overthinking things? I swallowed nervously. That could be the case. He was doing his job, and I was just a client. I shut my eyes and gripped the bedsheets tightly. I could feel the rough calluses on his hands as they wandered on my body. Unbuttoning my clothes, I couldn't help but cry out, "Oh!"

Not today. The hall was minimalist and quiet, the thick carpet muffling my footsteps like a grave. “Raffaele!” they squealed the second I stepped inside. “We’re not done yet!” the brunette giggled, still holding the chalk between her fingers like she had any idea what she was doing with it. “I am,” the blonde breathed. A slow smirk tugged at my lips. We have a winner. I had… multiple kinks and attractions, and I wasn’t ashamed to admit any of them. One of my favorites? Hot women with even hotter brains.

A tall female with graying blonde hair stated with a smile on her face. I only nodded, then watched as all three females left the room. I was nervous about the massage, but I found I was curious about it so I got up on the table after removing my robe. Molly, and Melissa were already in position. Once I was laying down, Molly called the ladies back. I tensed up when my masseuse first touched me, but she began to massage my shoulders, and I started to relax. “Miss Chastity, do your scars hurt when touched?” She asked.

Wanted to peel those leggings off, spread her wide, and lick her until she cried. But I held back. Barely. We did a few more stretches—frog pose, legs splayed open, knees bent, ass in the air. I “adjusted” her hips again, thumbs digging into the crease where thigh met pussy. My fingers brushed her lips fully this time, pressing the wet fabric against her clit. She moaned outright—low, needy, the sound vibrating through her body into my hands. I leaned in close, breath on her ear. “You’re doing great, Lara. Most women don’t respond this quickly. Your body’s telling me everything I need to know. So healthy. So ready.”

"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