Swallowing My Masseuse's Seed

His hands were always something I would look forward to. The slow caress which caused ripples through my spine and spread warmth down to my thighs. I would finally relax as he took my worries away with his articulate hands. He'd hear me moan and whimper into the massage table, and his low gurgle would let me know that I was behaving for him. His good little client. We had played this little cat and mouse game for 6 months. He would rub me deeper and I would spread myself wider, but he'd never take the bait. I would ask for him to be gentle on me and then he would press and prod my pressure points until I screamed in pain.

Today would be different however, I needed a release. I needed his hands to work my inner-thigh and then shove his large...

"Amaya?" he whispered.

"Yes, Gideon?" I groaned like a petulant child who had been awoken from her sweetest, wettest of dreams.

"You need to turn over, I need to do your chest and shoulders." he laughed gently.

He knew where I was in my mind, imagining his large hands working through the tension I had accumulated throughout the week. He could smell my arousal as he worked my calves. I could hear him inhaling deeply to pocket my scent so he could keep it forever. See, I told you: cat and mouse. Gideon's military training had held that towel up so I could keep my dignity and turn over. Pah! What dignity? How I'd wish he would drop the towel and unbuckle his trousers and take me on this table was replaying in my mind. Expertly he placed the towel atop my body and he began on my shoulders. Warming the lavender and sage oil in his large hands. I watched him rub them together. His brown eyes never leaving mine, it felt like he was making his hands mimic two bodies frolicking as he they intertwined and then separated. Each finger mingling with their counter-parts.

"What are you thinking about. Your eyes should be closed A." Gideon cooed into the room as he asserted his dominance.

"You're kinda mesmerising G. I didn't realise it until watching you just now." my voice was low and desperate.

I needed this man in every imaginable position this table could take. His smirk was the last thing I saw before he placed a hot towel over my eyes. Eurgh! I was sick of these games! I started to remove the hot towel from my eyes and his oiled hands stopped me. Shocked at his insistence, I began to open my mouth and say something but... Suddenly I felt the cold air shock my body. Gideon had removed my towel and I was laying naked in-front of him. I couldn't tell of his expression because his strong grip remained on the warm towel draped over my eyes. My nipples hardened at the thought of Gideon's warm brown eyes hawking over my body.

"Spread your legs A." his voice barely above a whisper.

"I want to see what you're doing to me," my voice was slightly louder than anticipated. Chill Amaya.

"I need to maintain some professional dignity A. We do this, but you won't see a thing. Understood." his tone shifted to being assertive, strong.

"Understood." I whispered.

Gideon trailed his hands over my left thigh ensuring that his oil-soaked hands covered my soft, thick flesh. His breath hitching as his soft digits met the top of my skin. I pushed my legs further apart to let him know I was ready for his intrusion. He would slip right into me.

"I should have done this earlier had I known you were going to be this wet," he mumbled.

"Had I known how long you would have made me wait for your fingers to be inside of me. I would have begged earlier." I matched his timbre.

Gideon in an instant shoved one finger deep inside of me. His mouth latched onto my nipple suckling as the rhythm of his single finger pumped into my wet pussy. My moans grew louder and he took that as a consent to insert a second finger. My body obligingly allowed him in with absolute ease.

"Open your mouth A, and don't swallow." he said.

My jaw muscles expanded and I felt hot saliva enter my mouth. He tasted of mint and coffee, a heady mix. Gideon had spat in my mouth and it was very hard to gargle his spit it because all I wanted to do was ingest all of him.

"I need your mouth moist." Gideon justified.

His cock entered, a large veiny member that pushed into my mouth and began injecting like I was merely a hole. I felt useless, powerless; and I loved it. I was his glory hole. Instead of him providing me pleasure, I was now responsible for his deep groans. I was responsible for his hard cock pulsating each time he went further down into the back of my throat. I closed my eyes under the towel; and welcomed each thrust. His two fingers drifted back to my soaked pussy and began vigorously to finger me. The thumb brushing over my clit each time he would push his cock into my mouth. I couldn't contain myself any longer and I needed his cock to ram deep into my throat, to choke me. I pushed my body up the massage table so my head was now positioned on the edge so Gideon could get full access to my hungry, slutty throat.

His breath was jilted, his left hand gripping my brown hair and he kept fucking my throat like he had no awareness of my feelings and boundaries. Gideon's fingers spread a fire in my body and his fast movements had ignited an orgasm. I was close, but I knew Gideon was closer. Could I sacrifice my orgasm for him? The answer was simple. Yes. I turned my body to face his cock directly and began working my neck to match his thrusts. At this point he had forgotten about my hungry cunt and pushed both hands into my hair. Nourishing his cock with my mouth. I knew he was close because his groans had turned into guttural moans which reverberated in the serene massage room. His colleagues must have been thinking I was getting the most excruciating sports massage ever! I opened my eyes; as the towel fell to the floor in the act; to see Gideon lost in the act of destroying his personal toy. As he kept pushing his cock into his fuck hole, saliva and pre-cum fell around my mouth mimicking a waterfall.

Gideon impaled my face on his cock and spurted hot streams of his release to the back of my throat. Bullseye. His slowed his movements and began stroking my hair as he kept humping my mouth to ensure all of his cum had coated my walls. Gideon finally opened his eyes and we both looked at each other with amusement. It's what we both wanted after all.

"Thanks for that A, I'll get you next time." Gideon's breathless voice reminded me of the searing pain that pulsated between my legs.

I'll have to get my fix from the mechanic later...