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I go through my masseuse China ... Mother of God (although not if you get there the virgin is conservative), that concentration of desire ... in fact I was not aware of the massage I was only focused on the sex part, and she I felt well, so that was causing an erection all the time ... to me joints, then changed his area, I followed that, in the feet, asking me questions, and since men are incapable of doing two things to see, in particular talk and be spliced ​​in a second everything was returning to normal, she went to her thighs, she spent a moment the hand under the body (he was lying with his back), I splicing again, changing area, arms, conversation ... so two or three times or even more times. This was not a massage, was a Chinese water torture.

He had so nearly an hour, encantadito sometimes, yearning for more precise contact others, when it tells me the back, I spliced ​​a donkey.

And there she continued playing now the thighs, nipples now, now ... there pubis I already had my eyes closed, sometimes thought it was you, sometimes not come to think of nothing but if I played her I was going to run without her doing anything ... until they got it. And they do not have time to think about anything, or even you and I would have liked a lot ... jo ... often orgasm, I thought that never ends ... not too deep, superficial, that if, but timeless ... until she commented

- You have not do the grinding, Velden?
- How do you know?
- I vel, said with a smile, noting the drops had on my neck, across my chest to the sea that had the navel

I wipe with a damp cloth and warm, and made me turn around, covering new with the towel.

I then made a massage in the skull in the neck at the ears, and soon was on the nipples ... but I is not no nipples, silence, low light, your hands first kneading, stroking ... then felt the pressure early in the lower abdomen, with closed eyes I saw the towel covering setting up a tent. I tried to think of something else, but this effort to get out of my head what was going on under the towel made me think about it.

But soon rose to the English, running his hands under the towel, pushing my penis carefully first of its way. Of course, my penis was not long before departing alone, upright and as the mast of a flag.

When I realized I had one hand on a nipple, the other in the testicles ... so again took matters into his own hands, this time dominating the situation, beginning and the end (happy, of course . She was skilled, when I noticed that I was about (what would notice? Seems to me to be discreet, but I guess there are reflexes that can not hide) and was stopped a while to eggs, or thighs. It is a dangerous technique, it is easy, at least in my case, I run well, almost tasteless, quite by accident ... but she knew, was an expert, before it actually was at the point of no return did two or three times, I was already feeling the time before the first contractions, they also pre-orgasm, and changed focus. Every time I was closer, until I told him please do not stop, put it there by hand pressure on the pubis, and if it was a good run, I served left ... hence the ufff and even uufffffffff

Well, already, as I said ... I took the bike and I went street by street slowly until I found a Chinese hairdressing open, indicating massage (I think all of them included in services), it has turned into a Chinese pervert, who was the barber, was staining a lady, I asked if he was the masseuse, I am convinced that the client has smiled, I said yes, and it has turned the Chinese girl, about forties, dressed jeans and a blouse very discreet, has put me through to the back room where there were two cabins, I have put off, I kept the slip position, I lay on the stretcher, and the girl started to massage me back.

When stumbled down to the waist with the waist slip, so I offered a towel to cover me (all that sign, just spoke Castilian, I think only knew that fuelte softer or more), total, I've taken the slip, she put the towel, and behind his back (right) and neck (very good) is placed with the legs. Start with your feet, I was half asleep, we had not reached half an hour, I fall asleep at all, and I wake up when in the thighs, on the inside, climbing up the eggs, but ... I just rozandolos clear, open legs a bit, she had lost her hands under the towel, she finally departs, until I do I maneuver feli

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I was carried away by the legs in waves of Amanda pressing mine, but I felt while I missed the strength of a penis there, showing their power, showing his desire.

He could not understand why the tactic was the absence of Javier, if you get excited to see two women together, so I tested the softness of a woman's body, touching of breasts that were not my breasts, or what he could imagine is that my masseuse, who was in a corner of the mat, giving us back, it was reassuring to his nature not to break out in a pearly rain on my burning body.

I do not have bothered me feel his warm tribute spilling on my skin.

Decided that enough was enough, he could not further lengthen my agony, Javier rejoins my body, calmer, more relaxed, while Javier, concentrated, now kneeling next to me, his fingers lost in my center, moving in a slurry moist, undulating, open, tighten, loosen, acquit, dissolve all my feelings, my thoughts vanish, I flow like a river do, make me feel female, try to connect to your pace, I hear your gasps remotely, your teen cries while I link it with your hand to mine, your face would look in pleasure, your eyes closed no one to distract you, your buttocks are lifted in search of Amanda's hand, pleasure at this point you are getting your hands covered oil, see the crescendo of your groans until your sex drives his seed pearl shining on your chest and hands amanda, exploding in a few drops of milk that excite me as completely lose track of time and space and dance to my hips are they marked the air drunk lust.

I only hear while your fingers recover in my hand, you have not yet woken up, you're there, in your particular dream, but I have not yet reached the nirvana ... in a way, your pleasure authorizes mine.

And my body is responding to the toes of Javier, opens to let them penetrate, open looking for something more consistent than fingers, wait a dagger that penetrates a column of fire that key on the mat, a sudden shock male pelvis, which makes vibrate all my femininity. But I must content myself with my fingers, I let go, accept his touch, I feel in my heart grows warm the ball to be expanding ... I open my legs, I go knees as I can, come, please come, hear me scream I need you inside me ... but Javier knows it is not possible. Looking desperate his cock under the slip, is back full-fledged, full, but he knows, and I can not be. My hips move into flooded his hand, my hand comes away his slip to be displayed in all their masculinity, but I fail, I will not distract me, I open myself to his touch, the golden ball of pleasure through my body extends , up to the breasts, bursts into scrolls, cry more, do not stop, harder, a new sun is in my heart that burns me, leaving my body for sex, the breasts, the lungs, I breath away, my legs are closed pinning Javier fingers inside me, he insists, I feel I could go on, but I continue to prefer to stay with the need to experience sex from a man inside me to feel his . I froze, I see your hand in mine even linked, I feel the fingers of my sex Javier leaving puddles.

I look at you, opening your eyes and smile, your smile and while I also see that your sex, relaxed, satisfied, so vulnerable right now, so far a few minutes ago when I had wanted to pierce ... breathe deeply delighted to have been there every second of that bitterly cold winter morning, full of sensuality and lusty sex between a man and a woman, two strangers deeply embedded and solicitous.

Look at me, I pray, hug me, tell me, would be here with you all day in this garden of five senses open to every stimulus, every full smile, sincere, tender.

We hugged, while Amanda and Javier quietly leave the room

We smile

Go back to being us.

I was thrilled, and scared. I looked, somewhat wondering what I was going to look like, and I knew that everything was fine. I let myself go to the caresses, the body of Xavier, his lips down my back, her mouth seeking mine who avoided her, his hands coming up my thighs, his fingers trying to touch my sex, inadvertently opened, wet to facilitate entry.

I saw you, too, could feel the girl while massaging your English, your breathing was becoming deeper and toggle the view of the masseur and masseuse, covering this time with his body, his chest on my back, making me shiver of nervous anticipation.

He wanted to touch my breasts soon, reveling in my nipples, so extremely sensitive, connected directly to my heart, I will make more awake now.

As if I had heard, give them back, said one of the two

Your hands, clasped mine. dam and had me tied to reality as my hips lived his life in his hands caressing Javier, my young playmate, my exciting blower ear, tempting me with their lips and his eyes inciting my will.

And the hands of Javier recreated in my breasts, nipples up, walked around my neck to sink into my body, caress it, to turn up the knees, legs open, offering him, Amanda, and above all, you. Offering my sex rose petals I open my eyes to the dark center, hands, body of Xavier, to Amanda.

When I checked the girl rubbing your cock, your moans grew excited and gushing, rushing in gasps, I knew it was time to get carried away by the hands that led me, that would be the time to fully close your eyes and let my body talk.

That was fast, while your eyes caress me, I gave my opening my legs making its way toward the ceiling, to the takeoff of the "petite mort" in the hands of a trembling young man who found a path well managed by the mine safe, who ventured under her slip.

And there I could feel her sex young, powerful, life force of the male, the soft skin of her sex involving their core, the skin that I rose and fell around me with my hands, wanting to get their last tribute

No, there was what I wanted, was not desired on the phallus, firm, strong and know your body, was the enthusiasm of a young cock undecided who could not be dropped in the heat of my hidden treasure.

Your Brazilian took the baton at this time to Javier, to my disappointment, and while he was leaving my body exalted, she relit my buttocks with her thighs rolling balls in oil slick.

That massage Amanda, "body body" ... That unexpected sensual massage, lesbian, insinuating I am becoming more turned on.

I'm excited to see your eyes in addition to not lose detail of the slow movements, oily Amanda on my body (hard nipples rubbing my back Amanda) Here suppress this in brackets do not really remember this feeling and now I read does not make me, but I remember us thighs between my legs, opening them, making them wish to come back again, his hand go my way by opening increasingly to Javier, for him to walk again. I saw your eyes, down the mine to the center of your body, where stood erect, throbbing, throw your manhood he knew so well but I must admit that a few times with that force, just maybe during that photo shoot when you were insisted to pose for you in the privacy of your hotel room.

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As I took off my boots, black, my tight trousers of fake leather and my green shirt was slowly returning to remember the night before, full of lust and secrets, full of love, desire, dangerous and exhausting games, again the mechanism warmed up, I felt again the waves of desire that invaded my body.

You once you were face down on the mat, waiting, near your golden skin and your shoulders young and strong, for so many nights I had hung with sighs and groans endless, full of laughter and gasps charmingly childish accomplices.

I'm here with you, I hope you come soon, I need a kiss, wet, long, deep, the truth is that I like to enjoy some time with you, alone, at the expense of suppressing our Thai massage session.

You feel my need of you, perhaps you too need to feel me, you join a little, I sit up a little, my breasts rising from the mat, are proud, the caress me, lost your fingers to pinch the areola, kiss me I caused your tongue, kiss you back

You tell me that you're on plan, with my naked caressing my breasts vision of childhood, your center which has been awakened in the middle teenage male hormone cocktail, I want to see you, show me love, I ask you, you join a little more, and Ali was expectant, tense your penis, eager, ready to pierce my heart with the push of your masculinity polished by so many experiences and many women in need of love, communication, unleashed lust.

The door opens and lets the masseuse, the Brazilian had been mysterious to us at the entrance discreetly and his companion, a young boy as nervous or more than me.

I looked at him sideways, barely glimpsed, I did not watch it, wanted it to be nothing more than a body, hands, not a face, a mouth eyes ... a body, and anointed in oil, was rubbing on me, a mouth was blowing in my ear, I said: Hello, my name is Javier, eyes that stuck in my body felt that he could only see his back.

It was the first time I played a stranger, was the first time I was naked with someone other than my partner, but showing my naked body could only think of what would be causing you and the masseuse, which trembled with her legs around my right leg while letting her fingers slide down the essential oil that made me shudder.

He felt, how could he feel? manhood, sex straight into the slip, hard, anxious, was something that had to happen, but it did not ... it was a tribute to me, of course, but it was a new situation, exciting, with whom he did not know what do. He was supposed to touch him? the rules were clear, it would be a sensual massage, bodybody without sex. But what could I do that I was to do with sex that crashed into my leg and felt, erect, swollen and firm, eager to fulfill its role, to penetrate, to enter my body, emptying into it.

And, as he felt his erection brushing against my thighs, I was wondering if you had predicted, and if you were going to accept, or you get angry (it's a massage without sex, I said). Go and tell that to young manhood Javier!

I looked at your eyes open, this time focused on me, see me, to travel, to identify and keep an accounting of every breath, every movement of my lips, my hips, my legs and advance the tremor ecstasy.

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If you look at me I know you're with me, my soul and my body belongs to you girl asks permission to your mind, your wisdom, your age, to escape a little time and show off.

Look and see what you can not appreciate when you're with me in the tub, immersing me, getting to the essence of a woman in love, when you take me, my thighs resting on your hands, shaking like autumn leaves desire to fly and fall into the wet dream of romance sweeter.

Look at me, look at my young body, eager to fly, wanting to feel the firmness of other skin, wanting to put into practice what your experience has taught him. Look at me, from your years on your skin tanned from your desire as young as mine. Watch me enjoy what I do for you, I do it for me

Maybe I should have expected to be more confident daring you to accept your proposal, but it came after many dreams at night, on the other side of the phone, the result of accepting the other as free and independent part.

Yes, I want to show you and show to others, I felt my skin of another man, you are not, unknown, professional, vibrate my body as an offering to you, your ego grows by having my mind and soul .

When I arrived at Spa, a flat in a tenement house in an upscale neighborhood of the city where no one knew us, right away I could feel a heady aroma, with cinnamon and patchouli incense, soft music of Eastern temple carrying me another situation, another time in my life, relaxation, retirement, totally different from the explosion of sensuality that was beginning to get drunk. Seeking, unconsciously magical music of water flowing, just like my body was flowing into you, behind the curtain of red and gold gauze separating the hall from the room where you were intimate host you, where we got Amanda as I discovered later. The evening light, the decor in dark wood, candles and incense sticks were feeling calm.

You had gone before, only you had asked me, I feared, but was sure it could not happen, someone recognized me and immediately knew where we were two. If entered alone in that portal, if you stood alone in the elevator, one could assume that it went to the dentist or the notary who shared stairs with Spa.

You had arranged as a gift you gave me as a gift that you did, with few clues ... you asked me if I apetecería a couples massage, I thought, I replied that if after some hesitation and did not know more until a few weeks later, when he had forgotten to call me to tell me that Amanda suggested that massage should give us two girls. I did not know that I talked to at one point fell: no, two girls do not, if you have a girl, I want you to massage me a boy.

And came at that moment in the reception room, where we expect the two, Amanda and you.

- You can move to the next room and put you comfortable, once I come with my partner and started the massage.
- Wow, we're wishing for

Not if he wanted ... he wanted and feared at the same time, as would be the guy? I had never touched a stranger, I had never shown more than to my partner. The oriental, music, perfumes gave the initiatory act a certain environment, finally going to show to strangers in an act so intimate as pleasure, my pleasure complete woman. He had wanted to overcome my embarrassment, there was nothing to be ashamed of ... so I said, and while my body was wet, waiting, my mind recommending the flight, get out, back to my life running away from an experience that could change forever my relationship with sex. Never before had participated in sexual acts with people they had no attraction, and always had been about two ... and there he was mature in love, I spoke

- Are you nervous?
- A little bit, I admit, but I reassure you, as always
- Then let us strip and feel better
- Probably more comfortable but I doubt it quieter

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He opened his eyes after a moment, not yet fully recovered, and the masseur looking kneeling between her legs open Luisa, staring at her, lost a hand in her body between her thighs, inside, the other crossing the pubis , breasts, her hips, moving out of control, their sighs, their cries of desire that she tried to drown biting his hand. The masseur put his hand near her mouth, she bit her and kissed alternately mouth as she was grasping her sex. He saw the pleasure from the outside as a spectator, something that was not his responsibility, something that transcended that did not require anything. Felt like her own pleasure, without jealousy, without anxiety, he knew that the masseuse was there as a living dildo, but once out of that room would again be two of them.
Want to leave you alone? Amanda asked, or follow us?

No, you follow as we had agreed, he said.

But if you think you do I do now relaxation, and so these quiet to see her, said while at the feet of him, stroking his sex with a smile. I felt his hand running over her cock, covering it with oil, cold touch of oil on their eggs in the ass while she did not separate the hands of his body, and began with much wisdom movement. And Louise could not feel what happened, but even he could see his eyes on the hands of Amanda, in her wise move in his body that went with it in his sighs that reinforced the atmosphere of sensuality in the room.

Amanda's hand locked in sex, the other one, up the thigh, was lost by the eggs, took them, made them slide, coming into the ass, was busy in the dark ring and sensitive and so unknown, the eyes of Luisa stuck in his smile that accompanied it, would not endure such treatment for a long time, felt the warmth announcer, legs closed upon the hand that imprisoned him, hips going to meet Amanda's body, opened his eyes , saw Amanda's eyes fixed on Luisa, Luisa's eyes fixed on Amanda's hand, felt the tension inside last, finally, in a few surprises emptied in a first felt warm drops on his chest to end in a last spasm in the hands of Amanda smiled.

We were not far from ecstasy, let's talk the exegete of the sculpture of Saint Teresa, Bernini, what happened Luisa at the time:

Santa Teresa's face is transfixed with pleasure, delivered to the office, has parted lips releasing a sigh that springs from the heart, eyes closed, head abandonment of the will is tilted back, while a Angel, a delicious and promiscuous teenager up an arrow with a leer and directs it to the holy hell with the intention of pointing the center of pleasure, make us see that there, in that site is true devotion and surrender of the body Teresa pure. The angel is going to penetrate the arrow, will lead to fainting, unconsciousness, insanity and to achieve Berinini splendid carved with a delicacy, an opening between the folds of her habit of marble, the holy virgin vagina shows and deep, showing the entrance to the most sacred being.

The sex she was going to meet the imprisoned hand, her lips biting their fingers massage, took his hand, fingers entangled as they did when they made love, and that was somehow the signal. Her hand closed around his, as if waiting for approval of the to let go, they looked and dressed just screams it was his pleasure, endless. Link to orgasms until the hand of the massage apparatus, and approached him. They embraced, while Amanda told them we go out, you stay as long as you will, and you call us.

And there were both on the mat that smelled of incense, oil and sex, hugging, recovering his breath.

He asked these good life? if I'm OK, and you? happy, love, I'm delighted.

Probably would have gone a little while to make love two of them, make love desire, need to be once again

but that's another story

He kept his hand in the hand of Luisa, who had a smile that he knew so well, the start of the half smile of pleasure, which is then translated - he knew it - a heavy breathing, sighs in a barely contained, culminating in an ecstatic face, the face of the Santa Teresa by Bernini at the time you just saw the angel in the flesh, his arrow pointing the center of your body, or better yet, in the Blessed Ludovica Albertoni

(For those who wish to broaden the representation of religious ecstasy in the Baroque: http://impreso.elnuevodiario.com.ni/2006/05/19/opinion/19774)

Louise began to move his body to undulate, he saw in the movements that he knew so well from the hands of the masseuse, covered in oil by his waist, between the mat and the skin, she entered her body slightly to let the masseuse free access to their breasts as a child, her soft pink areola that he knew so well, loved.

Amanda stroking her, she had passed, he, too, under her hand was stroking his cock, lovingly, gently, sensuously.

The two masseurs acted to beat when Amanda felt hands on her buttocks, at the same time saw the masseuse's hands caressing Louise, when Amanda opened a path between her thighs, toward its center, knew that the masseur Louise opened her thighs to get lost in the fragrant path he had discovered only a few months.

Give them back, said

He turned around, and also two masseurs Luisa lay down on them. The body of Amanda was on her own, Amanda's breasts walking, her nipples hard and dark, playing near his mouth. His hands still did not want to touch it, because I knew it was going to distract from what was next door, the masseuse's body slithering over her body, her chest beginning a tour through Louise's legs, up to its center , relying on her tits, his mouth for the ear ... and I could not take your eyes off the lips of Luisa tending towards another unfamiliar face, and away when approached.

Este apartarse cuando el se acercaba le tranquilizaba, algo sabía del deseo de Luisa, que era fuerte, sensual, adictivo y contagioso, y al mismo tiempo sabía de sus pudores de niña (nunca había podido examinarla desnuda), de su timidez, de su vergüenza.

Y se preguntaba cómo se sentiría el masajista, sintiendo la respuesta de un cuerpo ardiente, joven y desconocido, al mismo tiempo ofrecido y prohibido, cómo iba a resistir las manos de Luisa que en aquel momento se adentraban entre la cintura del slip y la piel, buscando su sexo.

Se imaginaba que era él el masajista a quien se ofrecia una chica joven y guapa, ungida en aceite, buscando su verga bajo el slip…No había imaginado esta situación cuando llegaron, una Luisa activa, no solo recibiendo un masaje, buscando el cuerpo de él, tratando de llegar a su sexo.

Esta situación, más que las caricias de Amanda, le excitaban, le perdían, no notaba las manos de ella abrazando mi verga, solo veía las manos del masajista, subiendo entre los muslos de Luisa

En eso ella subió los talones, su cuerpo se abría como una flor para que pudiese acceder a su centro. Lo imaginaba, imaginaba sus pétalos abiertos, su cuerpo ofrecido a la caricia.

Buscó su mano, queriendo abrazarla, le gustaba su cara, le excitaba la situación, pero su mano estaba ocupada bajo el slip. No se enteró. Amanda si.

no estas por mi, dijo

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"- You're not for me," she said
"- True," he said, glancing at the couple beside her, she, Louise, love, naked, boy, young, covered with oil, lay on top of her, rubbing his chest breasts her, rubbing her mons pubis of it as he tried to kiss her and she drew her lips to his.

- "You're not for me," she said, and it was true that she had slipped a few moments before the body of it is true that at that time was holding his erect sex, but it was not for her, was by the hand of Luisa slipping beneath the waistband of the boy's slip was by Luisa open legs moving to meet what he imagines the masseur erect manhood, a young boy, too young, too young.

He, at this very moment, is recalling the request that Luisa had mutual gift of a couples massage.

She had given the location data, an urban spa in a city, but had not wanted to call. El había acordado por teléfono las condiciones, seria un masaje en tatami, ellos dos y la pareja de masajistas, era un masaje sensual, cuerpo a cuerpo, los masajistas en slip y braguitas, sin desnudo e incluyendo, si se deseaba, lo que púdicamente llamaron una relajacion, y sin sexo

Y habían llegado los dos por separado (ella es casada y le daba miedo que alguien la reconociese) al lugar, él había subido primero, allí habia conocido a Amanda, que era la persona con quien había acordado la cita, y habían hablado un poco mientras la esperaban a ella. Ella, muy casada y muy joven, él, también casado, mayor que ella, eran una pareja bien dispareja, que – creía ella – propiciaba las habladurias en las escasas veces que se dejaban ver juntos en el extrarradio de la ciudad. Nunca, claro, en el centro, nunca en lugares de afluencia… y cuando estaban en estos lugares, eran una pareja de conocidos, ni amigos siquiera, y estaban preparados para decir que el habia sido profesor suyo en la academia de idiomas.

La masajista habia preparado la habitacion, incienso, luces indirectas, tallas de buda en madera y un gran tatami en el suelo, esperándoles

- os desnudais, os tumbais los dos boca abajo, y nos esperais, ahora entramos.

El admiraba el cuerpo de ella, un Maillol, con las curvas que debe tener una mujer, pechos firmes, nalgas duras, el poco de barriguita que demuestra que una mujer es una mujer y no un trozo de madera, su depilacion brasileña que ocultaba, bajo un vello rubio, el sexo pequeño, rosa y liquido que el tanto añoraba en la distancia.

A ambos les gustaba el sexo, buenas pruebas se daban las veces que estaban juntos, habían pasado aquella noche, una de las pocas que habian pasado juntos desde que se conocían, en duermevela casi, haciendo el amor en sueños, a veces con furia, a veces con dulzura, siempre con deseo. No se cansaban de buscar el placer del otro en el propio placer, había sido una noche de pasion y lujuria y amor, y ahora estaban los dos, manos enlazadas en el tatami, mirandose y preguntandose que iba a suceder después.

Se abrió la puerta, llegaron los masajistas, el sintió sobre sus piernas las manos frias de Amanda… en invierno suele suceder, el sabía que no estarian frias mucho rato. Las manos de Amanda se calentaban, su cuerpo se frotaba contra sus piernas y en eso, ella se puso encima de el, sentía sus pechos en la espalda, notaba su respiración cálida en el cuello, el soplido en su oreja (el detestaba que le soplasen en la oreja, pero no tanto como para cortar el rollo). Todo ello, claro, estaba haciendo que el sintiese inmediatamente la sangre fluyendo mas rápida, la tensión que se acumulaba en su sexo, el preludio de la erección. Amanda ondulaba sobre él… estaba perdiendo de vista todo lo que no fuesen sus sensaciones, las manos de Amanda en sus muslos, dirigiendose hacia arriba… pero no, no llegaba a perderse en sus sensaciones. Con el rabillo del ojo veia la boca del masajista cerca del cuello de Luisa, el cuerpo cubierto de aceite del masajista sobre el cuerpo cubierto de aceite de ella…

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