Paris massage

Your friends said you MUST visit this special
Paris massage parlor. They refused to give you any details, but they
promised you would not be sorry. The beautiful woman at the front desk of
Chez Child checks your reservation and lets you into a small shower room.
The room is warm and has bright lights for heating and tanning. You
take off your skirt and blouse, and admire yourself in the mirror. Then
you take off your heels, nylons, bra and panties. You put all of your
clothes in a small numbered locker. Most of the small room is taken up
by the shower area, and there is no shower curtain. But the warm lights
and the warm water really make you feel good all over. As you rub soap
over your breasts, you pose for yourself in the mirrors. You like the
way you look, and you are starting to get excited while you watch
yourself rub and squeeze your erect nipples. You turn around and bend over to
soap your legs. You catch a view of yourself in the mirror as you look
between your legs. You spread the cheeks of your ass to rinse the soap
off, and rub your pussy until your inner lips become swollen. When you
stop the shower, you see the cute French bidet. You heard about these
but never saw one before, so you try it. There is a soft leather cushion
for you to sit on while you spray the warm water on your pussy .You
start to get really turned on, because you can see yourself really well in
the mirror. You spread your pussy lips wide so the water sprays deep
inside you. After playing with your clitoris for a few minutes, you start
to shiver and shake with a beautiful orgasm. Ummmmmmm. While showering
and using the bidet, you were waiting for a green light to come on over
the exit door. Now it goes on, and you hear the exit unlock from the
other side. When you go through the door, you see another small
mirrored room. There is a long, narrow, padded massage table with a towel for
you to wrap yourself in. You lay down on your stomach, covered with the
towel and wait for the masseur. He comes in from a side door. He looks
very polite, and professional. And he is very good looking. But he is
blindfolded. He knows you are there, but he can't see you. As he starts
to spread oil over your back, the lights start to get dim. You are
really enjoying the massage, which never touches you in a sexual way. In
fact, you start to wish he would slip a hand under your breast or between
your legs, but he doesn't. Suddenly, with the lights dim, you realize
you can see THROUGH the mirror in front of you into the shower room you
just left. It is a one-way mirror. In the bright lights of the other
room, you see another woman get undressed. And while your masseur is
rubbing oil on you, you watch the other woman do the same things you did.
You watch her pose in the mirrors while soaping her breasts. You watch
her bend over and turn her ass towards you. And you know that she can't
see you. She is just playing with herself in the mirror. And you watch
her masturbate in the bidet, just like you did. You know the masseur
can't see any of this. Only you can. And he doesn't even know for sure
if you are watching the other woman. You are getting so horny you can't
stand it. You aren't covered by the towel anymore, but he just won't
touch your nipples or pussy. You strain and twist your body every way
you can to try to make him touch you sexually. You spread your legs wide
while on your back, but he only rubs the inside of your thighs. You
force your breasts against his hands, but he always misses your nipples.
You get on hands and knees and point your ass and pussy high towards
his face. But he can't see you, and only slightly rubs the edges of your
pussy. In fact, he starts to rub all around your pussy lips, which are
now wide open and hungry. But his fingers never touch the inner lips.
You feel hollow and ache. You push your own fingers in your pussy and,
in only a few seconds, you scream in a wild orgasm, coming almost at
the same time as the woman on the other side of the mirror in the bidet.
Suddenly the lights get bright. He hands you your towel and leads you
out the back door into a third room. This time HE lays face up on the
massage table, and he pushes his hands into cuffs. You hear something
click, and you see he can't get his hands free. Then the lights go out
completely. As your eyes get used to the darkness, you realize that you
can now see into the middle room. You see the other woman lay down on
the massage table. Suddenly you understand. You almost tear his pants as
you rip them down his legs. His swollen cock is yours to do with as you
please, or not please. You straddle his stomach, and lean your breast
into his face, and his mouth closes eagerly over your aching nipple. You
have another orgasm as he sucks on you while you rub your pussy on his
belly. This one is so good that your legs and belly quiver and shake
with it for several minutes. By the time the other woman has raised her
wide open ass and pussy into the air, POINTING RIGHT AT YOU through
the mirror, you are ready. You slide the rest of the way down his cock
until it fills you completely. And while the other masseur is teasing
the other woman's pussy, you have the most tremendous series of
non-stop orgasms you have ever had. You almost pass out from head to toe
waves of unbelievable pleasure. The lights come on, and you are completely
exhausted. You hug your masseur warmly and kiss his mouth, tongues
probing lovingly. And you whisper, "What is your name? I must meet you
again, soon." His cuffs unlock automatically, and he takes off his
blindfold. He softly locks his eyes with yours, and he lifts and carries
you through the last door. You are still joined, his penis buried hard,
tight and deep in your wet, trembling pussy. Your arms and legs are
wrapped around his strong back. He slides you up and down his penis
slowly, once ... twice. And he whispers, "We are not done yet." Your masseur
carries you into the next room, and carefully sits in a narrow
reclining swivel chair. His strong arms hold you tightly so that you are not
bounced uncomfortably. As he leans back, he relaxes his grip so that you
can move freely. You find yourself half sitting in his lap, and half
laying on his strong, muscular chest. And he is still deeply embedded in
your body. There are no sides to the recliner. You carefully lower
your legs to the floor on each side of him. His arms are now
completely relaxed, but strong and ready to support you if you lean against
them. You slowly try to stand up, and find that you have enough room to
lift yourself completely off of him. If you wanted to, you could get up
and walk away. But you don't. You are in love with this strong, gentle
stranger. All you want to do is squirm back down, squeezing every inch
of his thick cock with your quivering vaginal muscles. You bury your
face next to his neat beard, rubbing your cheek on the curly bristles
between his chin and his neck. And he swings the chair around to face
the other wall. Then you remember things aren't always what they seem.
When you look over his shoulder, you know what to expect. You think you
will see that other woman raping her handcuffed masseur. But, you are
wrong. Instead, you see two women sharing one narrow massage table. The
nearest woman is leaning over the near end, with her pussy spread
wide in your direction. She is stretched out on her stomach, and has
her arms wrapped around the hips of the far woman. She is softly
licking and sucking on the far woman's inner thighs and pussy. She is also
dipping her hands in bowls of oil next to the massage table. She
takes the oil and rubs it every place she can reach on the far woman's
body, especially the breasts. You can see her gently squeezing and pulling
on the far woman's nipples. In the meantime, a different masseur is
getting ready to join in. He is completely nude, just like the man under
you. He has a long thin hose which is pouring a small, gentle stream
of liquid. He starts spraying the liquid over the near woman's thighs,
ass, and pussy. Then, still holding the hose in position, he steps up
to her. Your view is blocked. But you know he is rubbing his cock in
and out of her pussy, and at the same time is spraying that liquid around
his cock and on her pussy. You are so excited by what is going on, that
you can't stand it. You watch the liquid running down their legs and
draining into holes in the floor. Every quiver and shiver of the woman's
legs and ass cheeks is matched by your own quivers and shivers. You
lift up and down on your toes, sliding your pussy up and down your
man's cock. Every muscle spasm in your legs is matched by a muscle spasm
inside your hot, steaming love box. You come, and come, and come until
you almost pass out. When you finally stop moving and collapse on his
chest, you can still feel him inside of you. Every nerve is standing on
end, and your clitoris is buzzing like a bumblebee. Rubbing it on the
base of your man's penis only makes it buzz more. The masseur and his
partner have apparently finished enjoying themselves. He strokes her legs
and pussy with more liquid, and then goes over to the far woman. He
helps that woman stand up, and the two of them head for the door. She is
leaning heavily on his arm. You see that she is still shaking from
head to toe with spasms. Her fingers are busy rubbing her pussy, as though
she hasn't had enough yet. She is practically bow legged, as she holds
and rubs her crotch while leaving the room. The door closes behind
them. Your man gently pulls himself out of you, and leads you into that
room. In the meantime, the near woman rolls onto her back and slides up
to the far end of the massage table. Now, in a flash, you understand
everything. You know what to expect. You know who this other woman is.
Not her name, of course. But you know she watched you while you
showered and masturbated on the bidet. While she was watching you, she was
having her pussy teased. You know she watched you while you had your
pussy teased, in turn. When you were on your hands and knees begging for
your masseur to rub inside your pussy, she was sliding onto her man's
captive penis. When you masturbated yourself in front of your
blindfolded man, she was having a hard cock climax. But, she didn't see you
finally squirm onto your man's cock in the third room. That was private
between you and your man. While that was happening, she was watching
two other women do things. These were things the two of you were now
about to do. You feel warm kinship with this woman. She was getting
excited watching you, just as you did with someone else. Now you want to add
your personal touch. You stretch out over the end of the table to
reach her. There isn't enough room for both of you, but that's OK. You
reach your arms around her hips and bury your face in her hot, juicy
pussy. It smells strongly of spices and oils. In fact the whole room
smells like that. You see the bowl of oil on each side of the table. You
dip your hands in the oil and spread it as far as you can reach. You rub
her nipples and gently squeeze them. Her pussy is wide open, begging
for you to stick your whole face, your whole head inside. You feel her
constant, non stop twitching, shivering and shaking. Under your tender
care, the orgasms don't stop. But they become smoother, more regular.
Suddenly you feel a warm liquid splash over your own twitching, itchy
pussy. It feels wonderful. Your man is standing behind you, and is
playing with you. He gently splashes the flow over your thighs, and pussy,
and up and down your ass. He even slips a small finger inside your
asshole, but just for a second. It was almost like he knew that you had
an itch there. In fact you itch everywhere in your crotch. You are
busy loving the woman in front of you, but you are also squirming your
ass around. You aim your pussy as high as it will go, and spread your
legs as wide as possible, begging him to give it to you, hard. Then you
feel him enter your hot, yearning pussy. Suddenly, he thrusts hard:
once, twice, three times. Then you feel him pushing and pounding and
shooting his hot sperm deep inside you. You go crazy and explode with orgasm
after orgasm, earthquake after earthquake, right along with him. You
feel your cum pouring out, mixing with his hot sperm. It seems to go on
forever, in slow motion. He spurts, you spurt. He pulses, you contract
around his cock. He draws back, you try to suck him back in like a
vacuum cleaner. He thrusts forward, you squeeze him and spurt at the same
time. Over and over. You can feel the warm hose gushing, his hot cock
gushing, and your pussy gushing, forever. Slowly, the volcano subsides.
You are on fire. Your face is burning, your pussy is an inferno of heat
and desire. Then you feel the continued warm (but deliciously cool)
liquid from the hose starting to soothe your burning insides. The liquid
continues to stream all over your pussy and legs, washing you. You
finally lift your face out of the other woman's pussy. You smile
apologetically, because you got a little rough with her. While you were
climaxing, you almost sucked her clit right out of her pussy. But she wasn't
complaining. Her pelvis was pushing against your mouth so hard you
almost split a lip. She is smiling now, and is holding your face in her
hands. Her eyes are shiny, almost as if she is going to cry. You whisper
to her, "Wait for me outside." She nods, and gets up. Your man slowly
pulls out of you and gently rubs down your legs and pussy with more
liquid. Then he massages the inside of your pussy for a few seconds with
his fingers. It is like he is saying "Thank you," and, "Good bye." Then
he comes around the table and helps the other woman out the door.
Suddenly you remember. The very first, other woman was watching this. She
and her masseur are now coming into the room. She was the one that you
first saw in the shower. She really turned you on while you watched her
masturbate on the bidet. And you got a good hot look at her open,
straining pussy when she was in the middle room. She was being teased. Her
aching pussy lips were being rubbed all around but not inside. You
watched her frantic wiggling, trying to impale herself on her man's
fingers. You watched her masturbate in frustration while you were filling
your pussy to capacity with your man's captive cock. She didn't know she
was being watched, then. But she must have been watching YOU a minute
ago. She knows the score, now, too. You climb the rest of the way onto
the massage table, and lay down on your back. Your knees are wide
apart, and you watch her coming over to you. There isn't enough room for
her, but she knows what you want. She knows your hot itchy pussy is wide
open for her tender care. You want her cool mouth on you. You want her
tongue to lick you inside and out. You want her to bury her face and
head inside you, so that she can soothe the jerky, quivering spasms
racing through your body. You want to swallow her up with your pussy to
fill the aching hollow need. She wants to satisfy you, too. She is
gentle. She strokes your pussy, inside and out, with her lips and tongue,
while she rubs your sides, chest and nipples with her hands. She
spreads oil all over you and soothes your jangled nerves. You almost fall
asleep, because she is so gentle and loving. Her face is buried in you
from chin to eyebrows. But the orgasms don't stop. They are softer now,
but still come in a continuous stream of rolling pleasure. Wave after
wave. Then, she starts getting crazy. She squeezes your nipples harder.
She sucks and licks faster. Her eyes jump up to meet yours in horror,
and she almost looks like she is BEGGING you to do something. Then,
ZOWIE, her eyes open and close frantically. She sucks so hard she almost
tears your clitoris out. You know exactly what is happening. She is
getting the best climax of her life at the same time. It is more than
you can take. You go into another round of impossible orgasms, half
because of her mouth on you, and half because of remembering what is
was like for you a few minutes ago. The two of you buck and twist and
push against each other. You try to push yourself down to her end of the
table. Her tongue isn't enough. You want to feel her man's cock. You
want him to push it through her and deep inside of you, deeper than her
tongue can reach. You want her man, NOW, but it's impossible. There is
no more energy left to do anything. It's over. Time to go home. You
stroke your new friend's face, and you want to hug her till you cry. The
two of you have just shared unbelievable ecstasy together. She mumbles
something to you and you nod. You struggle off the table. You can
hardly stand up. You can't control your legs, because everything is shaking.
If you didn't know better, you'd say you were still having more
orgasms. It sure feels like it. You are horny, and squirming and shivering
and feel hot flashes of pleasure from head to toe.You try to walk to the
door, and can't stop rubbing yourself. You bend your knees and stick
your fingers inside and rub, fast and hard. You can't stop. It's like
scratching an itch. You can't leave it alone, and scratching only makes
it itch more. You feel a strong arm around your waist, holding you up.
It is her man. As the door closes behind you, you lean against it. You
reach for his cock with both hands, and pull him to you. He is a
stranger, but you want him. He surrounds your hands with his own, and helps
you squeeze. He gently rubs his tongue across your nipples and gives
both of them a slow, gentle suck, sending sparks through your pussy. His
mouth reaches for yours, and you kiss slowly, deeply, forever, with
tongues probing. He then gently rubs your burning love box with his hand.
He softly and slowly itches the inside of your pussy for you with his
fingers. Your vaginal muscles have now settled into a rapid, smooth,
unstoppable orgasm. The rhythm of contractions keeps steady pace with
your racing heart beats. He understands why you are pulling his cock
towards your pussy lips: his fingers just aren't reaching high enough
inside you. Still standing, he gently inserts his throbbing cock into
your perpetual motion squeeze box. The edge around the head of his penis
is exactly what you were begging for. It reaches deep and rubs all of
the hot itchy spots inside you perfectly. He whispers in your ear "Now
it's my turn."