Taboo Massage Novels & Stories

Rubbing, stroking, killing me with featherlight caresses and merciless touches. Pleasure built, then eased, then built again an endless cycle of edging and torture. I wasn't just wet at this point, I was soaked. My juices dripped down my thighs and clung to my skin, and I probably looked like a mess, legs parted wide, bent over, hair undone. The things this man does to me and the things he makes me do always drives me crazy. “Please.” My hips bucked again, but I couldn’t find enough friction to ease this torment. “ Axel, please.”

I’m going to die. “What am I?” More dangerous this time. More obsessive. “My Taboo step-daddy!” I cry out as cum rips from my cock, painting the sheets, my belly, and his scarred face. “Eat my fucking ass!” And he does. Hard, animalistic. Like cock tearing through a hole. Tristan’s mouth feeds on my ass, tongue lashing my swollen buds, and his teeth—sweet infant satan—those teeth should be banned. “So tight. So—-

"Just don't stop." Marc chuckled, a low, dangerous vibration against Julian’s chest. Without breaking physical contact for a single second, Marc lowered himself to his knees, his hands sliding down Julian’s waist, dragging the silk shirt open completely and popping the top button of Julian’s tailored trousers. The metallic click of the zipper echoed sharply through the quiet room. Marc’s large hands cupped Julian’s rear through his trousers, pulling him forward until Julian’s hips were resting against his face.

Her breathing turns a little heavy as she rubs up against me faster, pushing down a little harder. Naudia is close. She is using me as her own human size sex toy and I can't even tell her to stop. I don't want to tell her to stop. What I really want is to slide that little strip of bikini out of my way, pull my shorts down and slam my hard dick into her tight little pussy. Make her moan my name as she cums on my dick. Naudia rubs against me again and I push my hips forward, holding her legs to keep her close as I help her rub against me.

Jane said, as she pulled her girlfriend to her and kissed her hotly on the mouth. Lara smiled as she watched her best friends passionately embrace. She did have to admit that Tabby’s suit was shockingly small. The tiny micro bikini was made of pink lace and was virtually transparent. Tabby’s pierced nipples shone through the cups of the small top and she could even see the outline of her vaginal lips in the minuscule thong bottom.

He said to just wear some short and a tshirt. I got over to his place and he handed me a robe and a towel. I went and showered and came back. I climbed on his massage table and he rubbed my back and shoulders through the robe, I get that at other places. He was loosening me up and tying to get me comfortable. I had my face in the little padded donut and he pulled my robe off. He laughed. "What are these?" I had underwear on, "this will never do", and he pulled them off. God. I can't massage anyone with clothes on. He asked if I had any areas that were of concern. I almost hated to say but I told him, "Yeah, my glutes. But since it's a first time, don't worry about it." He said, "Hey, we're g

I could taste her arousal in the air. "Sit on my desk, spread your legs, and masturbate." "Gladly." Tabitha settled on the edge of the desk, then scooted herself backwards. Her bare ass squealed with the friction of it. After a moment of indecision about her positioning, she scooted still further back until she could plant her feet on the desktop, leaning back on one arm while the other received a sensuous lick along the fingers, then thrust itself between lean thighs.

Only a bottle of oil was missing and then they would be in business. He would be the one to decide on her clients and screen all of them. Only female clientele would be allowed, definitely no men would be allowed entry into her massage parlor. It would also be strictly massages, no hanky panky like some of the ones he had been to. He had felt his heart rate quicken as Cinnamon had gone lower and lower down his body; he was hers for the taking. He had not expected her to pull him like that and he looked down at her and saw that she had this absolutely mischievous smile on her lips.

“That one wasn’t from the needle, was it?” Heat flooded my face. “I… sorry. It’s just… sensitive there.” He didn’t look away. Instead, that crooked half-smile returned, the one that made BookTok girls lose their minds. “It’s okay. Happens more than you’d think in this spot. Your body’s reacting to the vibration. Perfectly natural.” His thumb brushed just below the fresh ink, not quite touching my clit but close enough that my hips twitched. “If it gets too much, tell me. We can take breaks.”

I felt tingles of pleasure. He moved higher. I kept my eyes on my plate as two of his fingers slipped between my legs and pushed inside me. “Ohhh…mmmm.” I moaned. “Keep it shut. We are in public. ” he said softly. I bit the inside of my cheek. His fingers moved in slow, deliberate strokes under the tablecloth. The wet sound was soft but slick there. My breath turned shallow. When he pressed his thumb to my clit, I had to grip the edge of the table to stay still. I came silently, my thighs were tight around his hand, a tiny broken sound escaping me before I could stop it.