I live in Chch New Zealand and have been dating the same girl for 4 years,
recently ive been getting sensual massages after work,

usually involves a hot chick jerking you off and rubbing her tits all over you until you cum.

I thought fuck it and ill branch out into getting sucked off,
looked online and found these two 'sisters' online, they were offering $60 bj's (20 mins),

I hit them up and offered $200 for the both of them to suck my cock in my backseat,
met them paid upfront and got straight to it, they were both a little chubber than id expected but were pretty cute.

They got there tits out while I put a rubber on and both gave pretty good head, they took turns sucking while I licked there nipples and had a good 10 mins where they both shared my dick (although they refused to make out on the head of my cock).

after the 30mins we agreed was up their 'protection guy' opened the car door min head and told me 'times up'. both girls leap up and start putting the bra's back on, I have to offer the girl in the top pic another $60 to fuck her till I came. the chick in the bottom pic got all pissed off because I wouldn't fork out to fuck her too. she storms off slamming my door.

The 'protection guy' closes the door but stands at the window the entire time I fucked her, about 5 mins later I cum in her (rubber on) and shes out the door within 20 secs.

Although some of this was fucking awesome, the ending was complete shithouse...
although pretty much all I wanna do atm is get sucked off

Does anyone in chch have any recommendations for call girls who give great head (preferably without a fucking pimp looking at me through a car window)

Feel free to comment also
thanks guys

I saw this on tumblr and it made me wet just reading it, thought I'd share.

On Finger Fucking.

With the right girl, finger fucking can be one of the great delights in the dance. Yet, the difference between a repetitive mechanical act and a proper finger fucking can be huge. To truly make this an amazing experience, a Dominant must appreciate the possibilities, have good technique, and invest the time to know his girl thoroughly - inside and out.

Indeed. I like to take the time to explore my girl with my fingers, caressing her lips first to see just how sensitive they are. Few vanilla men ever realize that it is not always about penetration - and even fewer know the right girl can cum just from having the insides of her lips caressed in just the right way.

I like to visit my girl�s clit next. And here is where the distinction begins. A vanilla man will rub a clit like a lamp and expect the magic orgasm genie to pop out. A Dominant will explore much more sensually.

I like to trace up along her lips to her clit, pull her hood back gently, and then caress her with just the tip of a finger to see how responsive it is. Pressure is not the key. Erotic contact brings her right to the edge, and my ministrations include light pinching, working the shaft of her clit between two fingers, exploring the incredibly erogenous areas alongside and above, and gentle rubbing while I hold her hood back to expose her hot little pearl.

I should mention that I will rarely allow my girl to cum while I explore. I use this opportunity to gauge her responses (verbal and physical) and learn the best ways to edge her and tantalize her. I feel the way her body moves, and I listen for the erotic tension in her voice as she begs to cum for me. Over and over. And over again.

I then impale her, sliding my finger into her dripping wet cunt. I make sure she appreciates the way I penetrate her - using one continuous motion to work my finger deep into her until the knuckles of my other fingers are against her lips. I listen for the sudden uptake of her breath and for her whimpers and moans, and I feel the way her hips and ass move and her pussy spasms around my finger - sometimes clenching and releasing as I press on.

The next part of this dance clearly separates experienced Dominants from the rest of the pack. While we often talk about finger fucking, I rarely use a repetitive in/out solo finger thrust. There is really not that much erotic pleasure in this, as a cock would be much more fulfilling.

The key to a girl�s orgasmic pleasure is her g-spot - and this is where I focus the most time on my girl�s cunt. I work my way up her frontal wall with my finger and then crook it back, probing down until I find it - tucked down in its little pocket. I massage it as I watch her toes curl and her hips buck - learning the best areas and pressure to use form these cues. I will not allow her to cum just yet.

From this point forward, no two girls are alike. I use what I have learned about my girl to work each area and give her the most incredible sensations (and climaxes) of her life. I vary the number of fingers I use, the ways in which I clench and rub her g-spot, and the number of times I deny her orgasm.

When it is time for my girl to experience orgasmic bliss, I am mindful of what some Tantra experts refer to as a winding of an erotic pleasure center spring. The more I can edge her to orgasm and deny her release, the more I can wind this spring in her body. And each time I choose to release this spring, I can bring her to incredible orgasms. Over and over. And over again.

Finally, when I have wound my girl tightly and built an insatiable desire, I work her g-spot hard. If she has been a good girl, I will use a tantric grip, sliding my third and fourth fingers into her cunt and only THEN thrusting back and forth repeatedly, my other two fingers slamming into her outer lips, and the heel of my hand impacting against the top part of her pussy and clit.

I say just four words, and the magic commences:

�Cum for me, girl.�

She releases her entire being to me, convulsing and bucking with incredible pleasure spasms. As she shudders and sings to me with squeals, moans, and shrieks of joy, she pants out the words that make me feel so honored and complete�.

�Cumming for YOU, SIR!�

I repeat this last sequence over and over, and my girl can cum many, many times. The most joyful part is when her eyes open wide like silver dollars - amazed at what she is experiencing in her own body - finally released properly.

This is what makes the dance on the fringe of darkness such a joy�

I confess to getting hard and turned on by my masseuse.

I know what your thinking just tip her and get the happy ending. Well Elle not that kind of a masseuse. Elle is licensed in therapeutic massage and is phenomenal at her work. My wife and I are both her clients. She works out of a legit chiropractic office so her services are covered on our insurance. My wife recommended chiropractic and massage massage therapy after I suffered a sports injury a few years ago.

The chiropractor had just aligned my spine. I was in waiting room. I had a nagging thought that I had forgotten something. Elle came out moments later to retrieve me. She greeted me with her typical warm smile. Elle was 24. She had a svelte toned and athletic body. Brown hair typically put up in a ponytail. Blue eyes and dimples. She was girl next door pretty. Elle motioned me towards the back rooms. I followed her down the long hall. I was watching her ponytail sway from side to side when my attention was drawn to her perfectly toned ass clad in yoga pants. The tight fit of her yoga pants left little to the imagination. I was fascinated with each perfectly outlined ass cheek rise and fall as her hips swayed side to side. Her walk was purely feminine. I was having a hard time finding a panty line when we arrived at the door to her room. My eyes lingered a bit too long and Elle caught me staring. She opened the door and invites me in wordlessly with a friendly smirk.

SHIT! I realized what I had forgotten. I didn’t pregame. Pregaming in this case meant masturbating before my appointment. A practice I began after an untimely, embarrassing erection I had with my original masseuse shortly after I began massage therapy. I got the impression that I had offended this masseuse so I apologized. After another awkward appointment with my original masseuse, she announced that she was getting married and her fiance got a job out of state. That is when both my wife and I began seeing Elle. Turns out that Elle was a much better masseuse anyway.

Once inside the room Elle asked, You want me to concentrate on your lower back and hips still? I nodded. She continued, You know the drill. Get undressed and I'll be back in a a few minutes.

She closed the door behind her as she left. I quickly undressed. I got on the table naked and face down. I pulled the sheet over me. I put my face in the saddle shaped cradle. A minute later I heard a soft knock at the door with Elle asking if I’m ready. I respond with a Yep. I hear the door open then close, Elle pulled the sheet down exposing my back. I felt her warm oily hands on my upper back moments later. Elle has a touch that is deep, slow and sensual. She intuitively skates the line between pain and pleasure with every movement. My stress melted away. My mind wandered to very recent memories of Elles beautifully shaped 24 year old ass. I mentally slap myself by recalling that I have a daughter her age. Never had I once thought of Elle sexually. No…. Really. I have admired her youthful beauty but never considered having sex with her before. As her hands moved down my back I force any notions of Elles sexuality out of my mind.

My mind wanders……. ***I recall a warm summer day. I’m in a field near my house with my childhood friend JoAnn. We had just finished swimming. We wanted to warm up and get some sun. We followed a deer trail through the yard high tall grass to a deer bed, where the grass had been flattened. We spread our towels on it and layed down. I was enjoying the warmth of the sun on my back when I felt something irritating it. Was it a bug? I shooed it away. I discovered it was a piece of grass that JoAnn was intentionally tickling me with. I told her to knock it off, It itches. Joann continue till I pulled it roughly from her hands and threw it away. I put my face back down in my arms.

Moments later JoAnn says, Sorry.

I answer with a shrug. JoAnn starts gently scratching my back where she had tickled me with the grass.

I let out a pur saying, now that feels good.

JoAnn’s light scratching turns to a light touch. It felt electric. I was being touched in areas that usually didn't get touched. A contented, Mmmmm escaped my lips. As she gently moved her touch slowly on my back. I turn to look at her. I notice the wet bright yellow panties of her bikini clinging to every curve of her vagina. I would come to know this as camel toe later in life. It felt I wanted share the sensation of touch with her.

Hey Joann, this feels really good. Let me do it to you.

She sprung up quickly, reached around her back and adeptly unfastened the back of her bikini top while holding the front against her so it wouldn’t fall off. She held it tight against her while she laid on her belly. Her naked back facing me waiting to be touched. I mimicked the movement of her touch on my back on hers.

JoAnn says, Oooo That really does feel good. I wish girls could go around topless.

Me too, I joke.

She continues, I remember when I was little girl and I didn’t have to wear a top when swimming. I felt free.

I suggested that she take her top off, No one will see in this tall grass. I won’t tell anyone.

JoAnn said, This doesn’t mean I want to have sex. You’re just my friend. Not my boyfriend.

I nodded and crossed my heart telling her, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, Promise.

JoAnn turned over and sat up. The loose top pressed against her chest covering her boobs. She conspiratorially looked in all directions making sure that the tall grass gave us enough privacy. She slowly removed the covering from her breasts and dropped the top beside her. She beamed with a triumphant yet bashful brace filled smile. Then she laid quickly on her side facing me to hide behind the tall grass. I don’t think I took my eyes off of her breasts since she bared them. I was fascinated.

What?, she asks embarrassed.

Your breasts have grown since the last time I saw them. Their amazing.

You think so? She responds looking down at them. They’re gonna get bigger. My Mom has big boobs. She looks down at my crotch. Oh my God! Did you get a boner from seeing these.

JoAnns breasts were fascinating. Her chest was no longer flat like mine but had 2 rounded mounds. The areola got larger and her nipples were erect. Joann asks me to lay down. As soon as I do she touches my chest. My eyes are wide open and staring at her lovely new breasts. She self consciously asks to me stop staring her boobs and to shut my eyes. I am slightly disappointed but I cooperate. I can feel her light touch as her fingers move up my arm, across my chest and down my other arm. Her touch is slow sensual. Then from my chin down the center of my chest, over my belly button to the top of my waistband. My cock involuntarily twitches inside my swim trunks from proximity of her touch. I wonder if she noticed. Her touch travels back up to my chest where it makes a lazy figure 8 around my nipples.

Your turn, I suddenly say as I sit up. Surprisingly JoAnn seems to be excited. She lays down and closes her eyes. I mimicked the path her touch took on my body. I touched her lightly as she did up her arm, across her chest above her breasts and down my other arm. Then from her chin down the center of her chest between her breasts. Over her flat belly button to the top of her bikini bottom waistband. I stopped to take a look at her camel toe. I moved my hand back up to her chest where it makes a lazy figure 8 around her the borders of her breasts.

JoAnn coos, Ooooo that feels good.

I asked her if I can touch them. She nodded approval. I cup one then the other and squeeze gently. I can’t help myself. I lean forward and take a nipple between my lips sucking and licking gently.

JoAnn smacks me on the back of my head playfully. HEY! I said you can touch but no kissing. Now you got to show me your boner.

I didn't quite understand the logic but I was willing to play along. I untied the drawstring on my swim trunks then then lifted the waistband to flash my hardened cock.

JoAnn says, I can barely see… Wait. She moves her head down placing an ear on my belly button. I can feel her naked breast against my thigh. My cock jumps. She squeals with delight. Did you just make it do that? Doesn’t it hurt being hard like that and trapped in you trunks. Maybe you should take it out.

I thought for a moment and asked, not before you show me your pussy like we used to. You show me yours and I’ll show you mine.

JoAnn responded with I don’t have anything down there. She nonchalantly pulled up the waistband of her bikini and exposed her pussy beneath the yellow material. Her thighs and torso made a Y where they met. At the Y where all creases met was a cleft barely covered by a sprinkling of dark downy hair. JoAnn pleads, come on Todd. Release it. Take your trunks off. I took my top off. I dare you.

I was never one to turn down a dare so I pulled my trunks down and my cock sprang up at full attention.

Wow! You got bigger too. JoAnn states then asks, Can I touch it?

I nod cooly, but inside I am dying for her to touch me. JoAnn touches me gently running fingers up and down the length of the shaft. I feel so good. Her touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I Instruct her to wrap her whole hand around it. She does.

Oooo. The skin is soft and warm but it’s so hard.

I ask her to move her hand up and down. She does and I moan. It feels amazing. This half naked girl is stroking my cock.

First she says, like this, while stroking. Wow I can feel the skin moving over the hard part. Then in reaction to my moan she ask, Wait….. Eww! are you getting off?

*** I crash back to the present when Elle asked if her pleasure is good. I think, did she just say pleasure? I come to my senses and reply the pressure is fine. Her skilled hands had been working on my lower back which was exposed to the top of my ass crack. I am now completely aware of my erection that has grown between me an the table.

Elle covered my back with the sheet and moved to my lower half. She exposed one leg and most of the attached buttock. While tucking the sheet between my legs, she inadvertently poked the tip of my hardened cock. It's understandable. It is typically not there. The unintentional physical attention to my cock has me wishing for more. Her hands sensually moved up and down my leg from mid thigh to ankle. If my leg could orgasm it would’ve already shot a load. It wasn’t a stretch to imagine how good those skilled hands and movement would feel on my cock. Her sexual partner was lucky. None of these thoughts helped my erection disappear. She kneaded my bare buttock then smoothed a knot in my hip. She barely gave me time to acknowledge her hands on my bare ass before putting me through the excruciating pain/pleasure of working out a knot. She covered me up and repeats on the opposite leg.

Then I began imagining what Elle looks like naked. Her breasts are C cup. Are her areola large or small? Her complexion is light so the probably pink. What does her pussy look like? She is most likely shaved clean. That seems to be what girls are doing now. Are her labia large or hidden? Her yoga pants left little to the imagination. It was perfect. Ok now I was picturing Elle naked while she massaged me.

Elle asked me how I’m doing. I know what's coming next. Shit! She needed me to turn over. I am at full mast. Hard as a rock. She lifted up the sheet and glanced away to provide a modicum of modesty. She asked me to flip over on my back and move down. I flip over hopeful that I wasn’t as hard as I thought I was. She replaced the sheet. I looked down and my hard on made a tent under the sheet. I glanced at Elles face. To credit her professionally she didn’t even seem to notice. I closed my eyes, slightly embarrassed, willing my erection soft. Nope, not gonna happen. My cock felt every movement of the sheet and loved it.

Elle was up behind my head and working. She said wow, I can feel a lot of tension in your neck and shoulders. Her hands are magic. The tension melted away. I didn’t even about sex for the moment. Until she moved her hands from the base of my neck, over my shoulders down my arms slowly and sensually. My eyes were closed but I could sense her position. I shave my head clean. I could feel what could only have been her pubic area as it lightly touching the crown of my head while she was bending forward over me. I opened my eyes and was staring at the bottom of her clothed breasts. I could only imagine her head inches from my sheet covered phallus. I wonder to myself if she is just as curious about me as I am with her.

Elle finished with my upper body. She moved the sheet to bare my leg, thigh and hip. The sheet felt exquisite as it moved against my cock as she tucked the it in under the opposite leg. The back of her hand grazed it and I nearly let out a moan. She worked my calf, then knots in my thigh when she massaged my hip. I was hyper aware of the proximity of her hands to my cock. She reached across my body and pulled my opposite hip through the sheet. The action caused her lower body to press into my naked leg. I didn’t know how much more I can take. She repeated the same work on my opposite leg. The sheet and her inadvertent touches prolonged my hardness. Before we finished she pulled on my legs to stretch them. She shook them by the ankle and left me wondering is she wanted to see my cock wiggle.

Elle announced that the massage was over by asking me how I was feeling. I told her I felt great as usual. I caught her eye before she left the room. I gave her a heartfelt apology for my condition. Sometimes it just has a mind of its own.

Elle smiled and looked down directly at the sheet where my cock was making a tent. She said flirtatiously, No worries. You’d be surprised how often that happens.
She left me to get dressed.

With my gf we have entered the world of orgasm denial, my orgasm denial because she cums on my hard cock every time. It has been 16 days of no cumming for me and I have to admit that I love it.
What also happened, after almost two weeks in we have progressed our mild ballbusting fun to the real thing. After a hot teasing session, I asked her to kick my nuts standing. She agreed with a smile and we both stood up holding our hands looking at each other's eyes. She then got ready and kick my crotch with quite a force with an semi evil grin on her face. OMG how great that felt. I fell in love with her that moment so deeply. She came to me and jerk my hard cock, massage the balls and we kissed passionately. After a moment of passionate kissing and my heavy breathing, I whispered to her ear " Do it again" and she did.
We did continue with this for a while and she tried how hard she can go. I enjoyed every time her foot landed on my balls sending the shockwaves of pleasure through my body. After that we had the most amazing sex, intense, raw, animalistic but sensual... i did not cum (I managed just in time to compose myself), she did.
That night we agreed that I am not going to cum for another two weeks. She kicked the balls again next morning just for fun ;)
I am pretty much convinced that she will eventually kick the cum out of those big balls. But who knows where our minds lead us in two weeks time. I love her to bits.

I confess my ideal job would be running a sensual massage parlor making guys n girls cum all day long. They say do what you love lol!!

I got back from my ex’s place a while ago (and yes, “we did”, just to relive old times and see if we could beat old records), and we were talking about the good times, and the *very* good times. One time really stood out to us, and I thought I’d share. I had to go to her place anyway to place to pick something up from her roommates, but I decided to check in with her. I’m used to just walking into her room anyway. She sometimes had her music on too loud to hear anybody at her door anyway, and usually her “if door’s locked, fuck off” rule didn’t apply to me anyway. If she had her music on too loud to hear someone knocking on her door, and I was there, I could usually just text her to see if she’s doing something, and she’d let me in.

That night was different. Rather than text, I went another route entirely. By then, we had already broken up, but we were still friends. We met online but broke up before we ever got to the point where we could meet, so that was actually the first time we fucked. That was the first opportunity I had to really get her alone, to get her vulnerable, and how vulnerable was she? She had her room door locked since she still lived with a couple of others. She had her music blasting and her eyes closed, and she was rubbing the ever-loving fuck out of her pussy.

I managed to sneak into her room without her noticing with a key that she’d sent me a few months earlier, when we were still dating, and I locked the door again behind me. I didn’t want anyone to ruin what I was thinking for either of us.

Oh god, she looked amazing. My tall blonde beauty, so tone and firm, spread out on her bed, fingers glistening in her sweet juices. The towel beneath her looked like it was soaked when I crawled up between her legs. Really, half of her bed ended up drenched in sweat by the end, but the sheets weren’t nearly as bad as the towel. She later told me she’d been keeping herself on the edge for 20-30 minutes (she’d lost track in the confusion) and was just about to finish when I’d moved up. From like an inch away, I could already feel heat on my lips, and she was burning hot; I could already taste the sweetness of her juices on my tongue from an inch away, my dick was already rock hard, and I could not resist any longer.

I timed it just right (or at least, I tried to), so that in one motion, I could both extend my tongue to her clit and bury two fingers tightly bound together in a twisting motion into her sopping wet hole.

When I did, I felt my head being locked into a vice between her legs, her pussy felt like it was trying to break and devour my fingers. Then we locked eyes, oh those lovely blue eyes of hers, how they always reminded me of the blue skies on a sunny day. I gave her a smile as best as I could with my tongue half out and head being slightly crushed, and I swear, her pussy was getting tighter and wetter by the second while her legs went almost completely limp. She’d lost all control once she panicked, and it was like a levee broke free, she came so hard and squirted so much and so hard that even 5 years later, I can still remember it so clearly, it felt like someone was spraying me in the mouth with a really strong garden hose. I almost had to stop because I had trouble breathing, but I didn’t want to disappoint her for our first time together, so I kept going.

I could feel every muscle in her body contract simultaneously, and it seemed to hit in waves of 3-4 times, set apart by about 2 seconds where she’d relax between them. I think if she didn’t live on the basement floor, she might have alarmed the neighbors with her moans and initial scream. After the first scream, her breathing became very, very heavy, and it honestly sounded like she couldn’t help but gasp for breath every few seconds. One of her housemates definitely heard her, and she started pounding on the door asking her if everything was alright. It was all she could do to moan “uh huh”. Her friend asked her to do that again so she could be sure she was alright. I’m thinking “Just fuck off already, please. I know she’s your friend, but she’s clearly got something going on in here”.

She eventually accepted the second “uh huh” and said ‘have fun’. Oh, we were, but… both my hands busy, left hand massaging her tits and right hand giving her pussy the twister, and that left me thinking “I probably should have taken my cock out before I started this” as it started trying to painfully escape my pants. She locked fingers with my hand on her boob at some point, and I knew she was responding too well to my fingers in her pussy to pull them away, so I suffered with it for a minute (that felt like a fucking eternity). I could feel her muscles start to relax a bit, and her breathing got a bit more regular, but I didn’t really want to wait anymore for her to fully recover. I stopped massaging her boobs long enough to pull my dick out, and it felt so fucking good to finally not be straining against my pants.

Once I’d freed the beast, it only took me a second to hop up on the bed and replace my fingers with my rock-hard dick, her right leg over my right shoulder. I kept looking at her eyes, and though she looked like she was about to panic again when she saw me line it up, I waited until I saw a slight nod (it may have just been a tremor in the bed for all I knew, and I would have taken it as a sign that she was into it. I just couldn’t wait any longer). She later told me that for the first 30 seconds of our “second act”, she would have considered it rape under any other circumstances since she really couldn’t have said ‘no’ even if she’d wanted to, but that if I ever wanted to ‘rape’ her again under those circumstances to just take anything but a scream or a kick to the face as a sign of consent.

Her face though, after the initial stroke, her eyes rolled back underneath her eyelids, and she started tightening up again, as if her pussy was just waiting for my dick to start milking it. I could hear her moans and groans slowly becoming gasps for breath a little with every stroke. I’d occasionally slow down every so often so we could catch our breaths. She had to get used to this arrangement, because I wasn’t going to be finished for another 5 minutes. I could have held for longer, but I began to feel too much like I was just using her as a fuck toy. I did still, and do still love her. I couldn’t just ‘fuck’ her like that.

I wanted her to still look back on that night as a good thing, so as I got closer, the pace sorta changed from just animalistic and raw sex to an almost sensual ‘making love’ pace. We were still so into it that it didn’t click that I’d been cumming inside of her until we’d done it again a few more times. Even then, we didn’t have any condoms, but we felt the damage had been done, so we just kept going.

We’re still friends to this day. Some would say we’ve been in an open relationship ever since we first started dating since we just hook up whenever we’re bored, horny, or just need some company.

Here's a confession story for all you motherless fucks :)

I have a pretty close relationship with my younger cousin. No, she's not underaged, she's in college right now so get that out of your fantasies. Well a few weeks ago she came to visit me, my wife and my sister for a weekend (we live in California so there's more reason to visit here than just to see us). She's visited once before but it was really brief because she was here with friends so we couldn't really hang out, but this time it was just the four of us. I've always admired her beauty.

On the last day she was here I convinced her to go to the gym with me in the morning. She's really lazy and never exercises, something I always rag on her about. But she's got that undefined but slim sexiness that most girls have. I actually prefer girls who are slim but have lots of definition, but whatever. My wife and my sister are the same and they didn't want to get up early to join us so it was just the two of us. I go to a private community gym and it was 6am on a Sunday so there was nobody there, so it really was just the two of us.

I began giving her the basic calisthenics to start with, push ups and sit ups. After three push ups and collapsing on the ground, I got a sense of how light I needed to keep this exercising session. But with the sit ups, I knelt down next to her and put my hand on her abs telling her where she should focus on. That was the first contact.

We moved on to light dumbbells, 2.5 and 5 lb weights, and I showed her various things like the shoulder press, bent over rows, dumbbell press. I gave her some tips, like to avoid machines and try to stick with freeweights, they're just better in my opinion. And telling her the difference between compound vs isolated exercises and to stick with compound exercises if she can. I continued to put my hands on which mucles get worked by each workout. Fuck it was nerve-racking when I put my hand on her sternum to indicate that the pectorals are worked on for dubbell press. I wasn't sure how she was going to react, but she didn't flinch. So I kept my hand there, pretty much right in between her breasts. And while she isn't big, she's not small either. I have no idea about breast sizes but maybe a C? I don't know. Regardless, it was goddamn sexy.

Lastly I wanted to show her the two most important, the squat and dead lift. It took her some convincing to pick up the barbell but her general excited attitude was easy to sway. Once she has her mind on something, she usually won't stop. Using the bar alone, I showed her the proper form of a squat. This time I was very close to her, partly because squats and lifts can be dangerous if done improperly. Not at the weight she was doing since it's just the bar, but still. Also girls squatting is super sexy and at this point I've had my hands pretty much on her this whole time and my mind was elsewhere.

As she was performing reps, I kept one hand on her lower back the whole time to ensure it was arched. The other hand was on her outer thigh, and feeling couragous I swept it to her hamstrings to give it a little squeeze while saying that this also works the hams, and then up to her butt and gave that a little squeeze and a tap as well. It was done in a silly manner, under the guise of a joke, and she laughed it off (whew!). But I said that squats really do work the glutes and if she wanted a nice toned butt then she should do squats, which got her attention. So after that incident, I left my hands off her for the second set, but put them back on her for the third.

Finally on the deadlift, since this was the last exercise I was going to show her I felt brave and pushed the boundry a little more. I wasn't getting any negative or creepy vibes from her, if anything it was almost sexually charged between us (but that may have been my imagination). She's usually very quick to say when something is bothering her or tell me how I'm being a creep or a jerk (in a lovingly cousin kind of way), and this whole time I haven't gotten any of that so I kept going at it. By the end of the lifts, I was massaging her entire thigh and butt area. I didn't touch her groin or go further, but I got pretty darn high up her inner thigh. And by this time it was more sensual touches than pointing out muscle groups. I still couldn't get myself to actually massage her muscles, that would have been too much, but I did let the finger tips trail here and there. At one point we made eye contact via the mirrors on her rep as my hand got unnervingly close to genital area, and at that point I bailed out and stopped touching her. It was the kind of look that she knew what I was up to. We were pretty much done at that point anyway so we stretched out and went back home.

I wasn't really sure what was going to happen between us, so I acted as if nothing out of the ordinary happened for the rest of the day and she seemed to do the same. Her flight was later that night and that was that. All this happened a few weeks ago and we hadn't mentioned the workout session since then, even though we have had small talk through texts since then. But a couple of days ago she says how much she enjoyed working out with me and wants to do it again next time she comes visit, and ended the text with a wink smiley face. So I'm not sure what's going to happen next time I see her.

Well that's that. If anything does happen, I can't promise that I'll say any more.

P.S. No, I will not be posting any pictures of her, even censored or blurred ones. There's no way I want any of you 1) masturbating to her, or 2) having even the slimmest chance of finding out who we are.

While on vacation recently, I scheduled a couples massage for my wife and I, which is something I typically do. We both enjoy it, though I would rather have one separate only so I have a chance to get extra from the masseuse.

This was a nice resort, we checked in, paid, undressed in the locker room, and were led to the room with two tables. We were led by the receptionist, so we did not meet the people giving the massages. Just told to disrobe, lie face down, and cover with the towels.

I heard the door open and felt the hands on me. The massage was good, but standard at first. Then, as the hands went from my shoulders to my waist, they kept getting lower on my ass. I'm all for that, so I raised my hips a bit letting the person know I'm up for it. The masseuse went shoulder to ass, lower each time, a few more times, then went to my arm.

I am assuming a woman at this time because the hands were soft and sensual. She went down my arms and to my hands and fingers. I cupped inward to hers as she rubbed my hands, fully intertwining our fingers. I could tell she was into it, and I could feel some passion as she rubbed my arms.

Now to my right leg. She went inside my leg twice, stopping where they typically would, but the third time I felt her finger touch my balls. My dick was mostly hard now, so I lifted my hips and pushed my cock pointed down my leg. Her next time up she fully grabbed my cock, rubbing it a few times before going back down. I lifted my head, looked over, and the other masseuse was still working on my wife, right there, same room! My masseuse went up and down the same leg each time, every other time grabbing my cock again. She then moved to the other leg and started the same after I lifted my hips and adjusted so she could reach it better.

She told me it was time to roll over. Here, they typically lift the sheet up high and turn their heads while we roll over. She kept it low and was looking right at my cock. I also got a good look, and I think she was trans. Face features were masculine, but she had good makeup on and feminine hair. I figured fuck it and did not think twice. When she lied the sheet back down on me, she grabbed my cock through the sheet and smiled.

The other masseuse was not positioned well for her to keep touching me, but she did when she could, and I grabbed her ass a few times. Tried to go inside her leg to see if there was a cock on her, but did not get a full feel. She kept rubbing my chest, leaning far over me, just she of my being able to feel tits on my face. Could be because they were not real, but again, I don't really care. Never got a full hand job and cum, but having her grab me with my wife lying there was exciting.

After, I handed her a tip and thanked her for a wonderful time. She smiled at me and said she had fun too. I tried to go back for an individual massage, but the wife had other plans.

Fuck that was fun! Hottest massage ever!!

The Lowly Hand Job

Someone has to take up for it. I am writing in support of the hand job (Hj). I am a lover of the hj. I do not like to masturbate but a good hj drives me wild. I just like them performed by someone other than myself (Female). Now, I'm not saying that I don't whup my mule ever so often because I do. If for no other reason , so I can sleep. But it is a rare ocassion. Being an exhibitionist, I do enjoy spanking it with a female watching but that is, some how, different. The hj is thought of, by many, as just a prelude to real sex. And just like a bj, It usually is. But why does it have to be? There is nothing better to me than a good slow, erotic hj. That is probably the reason, in the past, that I enjoyed the Nashville massage parlor so much. Don't get me wrong. I love most all forms of sex that doesn't involve pain or result in jail time. And I like nothing better than going down on a woman. I love the feeling of shooting in a woman, where ever she wants it and the feeling and sound of a womans orgasm cant be beat. But I believe that I could actually live on hj's alone. Not that I'd want to but I do love them so. Now, I know that there are some women out there who will take issue with me. But think about it. There are many times when, for one reason or the other, you just don't feel like going through the whole sexual thing at that particular time. Why not give your man a treat? Let him just lay back and enjoy. No pressure to perform. No trying to hold back. No worries about pleasing you at the time. Just a slow, sensual playing with his toy soldier. Just the way he may like it. Be gentile unless he likes other wise. Don't forget the testicles and the prostate, if he likes that, also. I know two women who love to give them and nothing else. One is a friend that I've already written about and another is someone I met a few years ago. The friend gave them to me because she knew that I like them and, more so, needed them. The other lady liked to tease and see the effect on a man and gave hj's as a relief. Usually in front of her husband. Now, as unlikely as it will be, I'd like to see someone else's thoughts about this. Photo is from the second lady.