Couples massage (part 2)

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Couples massage (part 2)Continued story…When the massage was over I walked back into the mens locker room to shower and change clothes. Totally naked I turned around to see the woman who didn’t complete my massage glaring at me. “You know….you’ve got some nerve!””Excuse me?” I replied.With her hands on her hips and her face red she made herself clear: “You heard me. I’m a professional, licensed massage ther****t and not some cheap bimbo at some seedy underground establishment. And you’re wife was even in the room, you lowdown cheater.” I chuckled and looked her over, walking towards her in all my glory. “What the fuck is so funny?” she asked. “That you call yourself professional,” I answered. She tried to speak but couldn’t over the offense I’d evidently spoken. I went on, “You call yourself a professional, but not many professionals would go pantiless when massaging a husband with his wife on the other table and get wet about it…””You had no business even touching there!” as she tried to justify herself. “And most ‘female’ professionals don’t have any business in the mens locker room following a massage. And most professionals complete the job they were suppose to do. You didn’t even finish my massage, ” I said, as I stepped right in front of her causing her to back against the shower door. All she could tuzla escort say was, “your screwed up in the head.”I smiled, “Do you always follow naked married men who are screwed up in the head into the bathroom after you tease them with a half ass massage?”With her back against the shower door and no where to go, I forced my hand up her skirt to feel her warm wet sex again. Hiking up her dress revealed her dark pubic that tried to conceal her pink hole. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure and then she slapped me in the face. “You’re married, you dirty fucker!” she said. “And why hasn’t that stopped you yet?” I said. “My fingers are in your cunt, not my face. But you sure aren’t moving that, are you?” Her mouth opened in shock, and then she spit on me. I placed my hand around her throat and opened the shower door to force her in the shower with me. “You need to clean me up,” I said, “and you’re going to clean up your attitude.” I turned on the warm water as she stood there in her white top and black skirt. As the water hit her mocha skin, I could see the rest of tattoos on her chest along with her dark nipples through her shirt. I guided her into the corner of the shower as the water ran over her dark hair and caused her mascara to run. “Do you want to spit on something?” I asked, as I slapped my orhanlı escort 8.5 inch cut cock over her forehead. “Spit on this!” I demanded. I was surprised at how she looked up at me and obliged so easily. With her mouth open I pushed my into her warm mouth. I watched the imprint of my thick shaft within her cheek as I pushed into her throat deeper. I realized that wasn’t resisting. She was doing her best to accommodate my cock in her throat and mouth, even if it did cause her eyes to tear up and made her gag some. My cock was sloppy from her saliva and my pre-cum; I had to pace myself. I sat down on the shower bench and turned the water off. I bent her over my lap with my cock pressed into her belly. Wanting to feel her skin against my manhood, I peeled her wet shirt off her body. Sliding her soaked skirt to the bathroom floor revealed her round mocha bottom for to look down on. She had another tattoo just above her bottom of a cross.I outlined the tattoo with my finger and said, “I’ve never seen girl get a cross as a tramp stamp.” For some reason this caused her bottom to get goosebumps. I then slapped her left cheek hard. Then I moved to her right, and alternating with soft and hard pats and firm fondling. Once her mocha bottom showed some redness, I pushed my index finger inside her pussy after aydınlı escort rubbing her clit with it. She was so wet, I quickly moved to two fingers then to three. I could feel the inside of her vagina contracting as she moaned and soaked my fingers with her cum. I then took 4 fingers and slid them inside her, leaving my thumb to roam around the rim of brown little asshole. Leaning down and gently spitting on it, I plugged her bottom with my thumb while my four fingers rubbed the inside of her vagina wall. This caused her to convulse on me. She wiggled around on my lap in pleasure, rubbing my balls and stroking my cock. “Oh my fucking word! Fuck me!” she demanded. I pushed her onto the shower floor with her face down and ass up. Gripping her hips and squatting down, I moved my raging hard cock inside her pussy. Fucking her harder and harder, her knees gave way until she was belly down on the bathroom floor. All she could do is moan as I angled down to pound the front wall of her cunt. I pushed my fingers in her mouth to keep her from moaning so loud. As she sucked my fingers she asked, “I can taste me on your fingers.” This sent me over the edge and caused me to fill her with cum. I laid back on the cool tile beside her as we both tried to catch our breath. She snuggled up to me and whispered, “Next time you schedule a massage don’t bring your wife.” I smiled and replied, “Sounds like a plan.” “Hello? Anyone in here?” inquired a voice from the locker room entrance. “Shit, hide in the shower,” I told her pushing her along as I grabbed a towel.

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