Massage Marcus Style
Copyright© 2014 by Dreamwalker
Chapter 2
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 2 - I dang near passed out. When your tongue flicked my hard clit, I screamed; "Fuck!" Covering your face with my juices! You eagerly lapped up my sweet nectar, and begin tongue fucking my vaginal orifice. "OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! Plllleeeaaaassseee, put something bigger than your tongue in there!"
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual True Story
I reached over to the bedside table, and turned the CD player on. My favorite, sensual romantic music began playing. We kissed long and hard, and before Marcus could reply, I spoke. "I know, I'll give you a massage!"
His eyes lit up and he asked, "Are you sure, you were hurting quite a bit earlier?"
I batted my seductive green eyes, and purred, "That was earlier. I told you I'm ready for round two."
I grabbed the massage oil, and instructed Marcus to turn onto his stomach. I chuckled to myself. "Oooh, this will be fun." My clit and nipples hardened, as if to agree.
I began with his feet and calves, doing one and then the other. Slowly, with a feathery to firm touch I kneaded each muscle until it relaxed in my hands.
He moaned, "Mmmm, that feels good. You're hired, with one option; no clothing allowed."
I giggled. "Oh yeah, what will you pay me?"
"With love, hugs, and kisses for the rest of our lives, with optional bonuses. We can figure those out as we go."
"Sounds like a good plan to me." My hands worked their way up his legs to the edge of his buttocks. Massaging around each leg and lightly brushing his balls, nothing more, yet. I just kept going, and began rubbing each ass cheek, and noticed his cock was indeed getting hard again.
"OMG, do you know what your hands are doing to me?"
"Ah huh, giving you a massage."
I could feel my juices coating my inner thighs. I wanted to stop, have him turn over, and fuck again. However, it was my turn to give him a pleasant massage.
I moved to his lower back, and noticed the more I rubbed, the harder his cock got. "Mmmm looks like a certain part of you is really enjoying my hands."
"Damn those hands feel nice, want me to turn over doll?"
"Oh, not yet baby, I'm not done with your backside."
As I used my skillful hands to work on his upper back, shoulders, and neck; I felt him relax and his breathing change. I also noticed he was hard as a rock.
I tickled his ribs, and chirped, "Don't fall asleep yet lover, the best is yet to come. Or is it cum," I said to myself.
I did both arms, hands and fingers. I then kissed his neck and whispered, "Turn over baby."