Laura knocked on Max’s door, glancing at the degrees listed on the door label under his name. “Come in.”
She sees his handsome gaze shyly smirk and he says “Laura, I believe this is your first appointment.”
“Yes.”
“Anything in particular that I should focus on, are you experiencing any chronic pain anywhere? And do you have any injuries I should be aware of?”
She smiles, pauses to think how to respond, and stammers “no injuries. My back is sometimes sore or aching.”
He nods his head, says “undress and lle on your stomach on the massage table.” and turns to walk to hang up his coat. She stands motionless for a moment and sees him take off his coat to reveal a tight black t-shirt formfitting bulging shoulders and exposing fierce forearms formed through ten thousand hours of massage.
She looks down, turns, walks to the corner of the room and slowly and timidly undresses, putting her clothes on a chair, only her panties and bra still on.
She stands up and walks over to the table and lies down.
His hands oiled, he stands next to her looking down at her, savoring the moment of anticipation in touching this sizzling voluptuous body.
Straddling her, he begins to work at her neck and upper back, his forceful hands sending shivers deep through her body. Tension felt released again and again as she relaxes to an ecstacy of vigorous bodily sensation.
After his masterful execution of hand pressure on her entire back his hands moved to her hips. He pressed on the sides, sending her into a stinging spasm. He began to massage her butt and inner thighs. She suddenly realized she is completely wet.
Awkwardly shifting her head from lying to the side to straight down so he wouldn’t see her blush, he paused, suddenly noticing her light pink panties darkening from moisture. He shook himself from his trance and continued to massage her butt, forcefully pushing down on her gluteus maximus, and rolling his powerful hands around her thighs.
She continues to get wetter, and some of her juices begin to visibly seep out of her panties. Feeling his steel erection on her calf as he was straddling her accelerated the flood.
She softly whispered “oh my God!”
Mesmerized by her gorgeous plump ass above her increasingy wet pussy, he’s helplessly hypnotized and loses all sense of professional propriety.
“I believe there must also be a lot of tension….in” and he slides a finger to just above her hole with just the fabric of the panties in between “…here.”
Her very quiet superego muttered something but she swiftly resolves that she must seize this opportunity.
“Yes, and so much so, that it may need something even harder than your hands.”
Her flooded cavern gave way smoothly to his man-sword. She gasps in ecstacy as his strong arms wrap around her body, cupping her plump voluptuous breasts. His steel tower kept filling her into a deep joyous rapture of delightful beams of pleasure. Smelling her deeply and purring in satisfaction he continues to thrust ever more vigorously, ever more relieving her deep tension in there.
He props himself up on top of her, his hands on her back. Fiirmly gripping her and holding her down onto the massage bed, his thrusts get increasingly more intense. She begins to moan with a crescendo of melodies of ecstacy beaming from her. He begins pounding her pussy with fierce strength, shocking her to flashes of ever increasing pleasure. Her body begins to quiver. He opens his mouth wide and squints his face. A guttural explosion of attack and relief sounds out his mouth and fies from his dick, as she simultaneously writhes in waves snapping her body all across while holding a high note to deafening decibels
They lie in blissful relaxation, in a puddle of their sweat. They enjoy admiring each other’s bodies as they genty caress each other. After some time they sit up.
“Don’t worry I won’t charge you extra for…that. Anyway, do you want me to continue the massage?”