Ayami’s heart raced as she stepped into the hotel room, the scent of jasmine oil lingering in the air. She had never been so nervous in her life, let alone about receiving a simple massage from a stranger. But this wasn’t just any stranger—it was Masaki, the shy temp worker from her office who had somehow become the most sought-after escort in town.
Dressed in a sleek black suit that hugged his muscular frame, he looked nothing like the mild-mannered man who had barely spoken to her before. His eyes gleamed with a newfound confidence as he took her in, his gaze lingering on the curves of her body.
“Welcome, Ayami-san,” he murmured in a low, seductive voice that sent shivers down her spine. “I’ve been waiting for you.” He beckoned her towards the massage table with a wicked smile, his powerful hands ready to explore every inch of her desperate flesh.Masaki’s gaze was like a physical caress, tracing the outline of Ayami’s ample breasts, her narrow waist, and the swell of her hips.
As she approached the massage table, her pulse quickened in anticipation of what was to come. She tried to maintain a semblance of professionalism, reminding herself that this was all just part of the service she had paid for, but the way he looked at her—like a starving man eyeing a feast—was making it increasingly difficult.
He guided her to the table, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the dominance in his demeanor. She laid down on the warm, velvety surface, feeling the tension in her body begin to melt away at the mere thought of his skilled hands on her.
As she undressed, exposing her nakedness, she couldn’t help but feel a thrill of arousal at the idea of Masaki, her subordinate, seeing her so vulnerable. His eyes darkened with desire, and he licked his lips, his eyes feasting on her soft, pink pussy, already glistening with excitement. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined, Aya,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. “Let’s get started, shall we?”
He began by drizzling warm oil over her skin, the slickness of it causing her to shiver. His hands, so much larger than she had ever noticed before, began to knead her shoulders, working the knots with surprising strength. Each stroke of his fingers sent a bolt of pleasure down her spine, and she couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.
Masaki’s large, skilled hands glided down from her shoulders, leaving a trail of fire across her skin as he reached the small of her back. His fingertips danced along her spine, eliciting goosebumps and making her squirm with pleasure. He leaned in, his hot breath tickling her ear, and whispered, “Relax, Aya. I’ll take care of everything.”
His voice was like a silken promise, and she found herself letting go of the last vestiges of her inhibitions. His hands continued to explore her body, moving lower to cup her plump, firm ass cheeks, squeezing and spreading them apart slightly. He slid a finger down the cleft of her buttocks, teasing the sensitive area between her cheeks before tracing back up to her hips.
Ayami’s breath hitched, her pussy clenching with anticipation. His touch grew bolder as he slid his oiled hands over her thighs, his thumbs brushing against her swollen labia. He took his time, his touch feather-light, making her beg for more.
With a smirk, he slid one thumb into her wetness, swirling it around her clit in slow, deliberate circles that made her moan and arch her back, her body already craving the release she knew he could give her. His other hand cupped her breast, his thumb flicking her erect nipple in time with the movements on her clit.
The sensations were overwhelming, and she felt her orgasm building, tightening like a coil ready to spring. “Masaki-san,” she whimpered, “please… I need…” But before she could finish her sentence, his mouth was on her, his tongue replacing his thumb as he sucked and licked at her sensitive bud, his teeth grazing it ever so slightly.
Her body responded immediately, her pussy flooding with desire as he worked her over, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy. And just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he slid two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out in a steady rhythm that made her legs tremble.
He knew just how to hit the spot, his movements precise and unyielding, and Ayami felt herself spiraling into a vortex of pleasure. Her climax washed over her, a crescendo of sensation that left her gasping for air, her body spasming with the intensity of it all.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, Masaki pulled his fingers out of her quivering pussy, bringing them to his lips to taste her sweetness. His eyes locked onto hers, and Ayami felt a jolt of electricity as he licked the glistening digits clean, a smug smile playing on his lips. “You’re so delicious, Aya,” he murmured, his voice husky with arousal. He then straddled her hips, his substantial erection pressing against her thigh.
He leaned over her, his cock swaying tantalizingly close to her face, and whispered, “But I think it’s time for the main course.” Before she could protest, his hand was at the back of her head, guiding her closer to his cock. It was thick and long, a stark contrast to his otherwise slender build. He was already leaking pre-cum, and the scent of his desire filled the room.
Ayami felt a mix of apprehension and excitement as she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the velvety tip. He groaned in pleasure, his hips bucking slightly. She began to suck him off, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head.
Despite her initial reluctance, she found herself getting lost in the act, his taste and the feeling of his cock filling her mouth incredibly erotic. She could feel him growing even harder, his pulse thumping against her lips. It was a power play she hadn’t anticipated, but as she heard his moans grow louder and felt his grip on her hair tighten, she realized she didn’t want it to stop.
Her own arousal grew as she pleasured him, her pussy aching to be filled once again. Masaki’s grip on Ayami’s hair grew more demanding as he fucked her mouth, his cock sliding in and out with an aggression that surprised even himself.
He had always been a man of few words, but in this role, he found his voice, guiding her with a mix of praise and commands that had her pussy clenching with every word. “Take it all,” he groaned, his eyes never leaving hers. “You’re doing so good, Aya.” Her cheeks bulged with his length, and she could feel her jaw beginning to ache, but she didn’t protest.
Instead, she took him deeper, her throat tightening around his shaft as she swallowed his entire length. The feeling of his dominance over her was intoxicating, and she found herself eager to please him, to make him cum and hear his roar of satisfaction.
She felt his cock throb in her mouth, and she knew he was close. With a final, forceful thrust, he came, filling her mouth with hot, salty cum. Ayami swallowed it eagerly, savoring the taste of his release. As he pulled away, she licked her lips, smiling up at him with a mix of satisfaction and submission.
Masaki’s eyes narrowed with lust as he took in the sight of Ayami’s submissive smile, her lips glistening with his cum. He couldn’t believe he had just come in her mouth, but the power trip was too exhilarating to stop now. He reached down and slid his fingers through her slick folds, feeling her quiver beneath his touch. “You liked that, didn’t you, Aya?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. She nodded, unable to find the words to respond.
He chuckled, a sound that was both arousing and intimidating, as he positioned himself between her legs. “But I’m not done with you yet,” he warned, his cock still standing at full attention despite his recent release. He rubbed the head of his shaft against her clit, watching as her eyes rolled back in pleasure. “You’re going to take all of me, understand?” Ayami’s heart raced as she nodded again, her pussy clenching with need.
With one swift motion, he plunged into her, filling her completely. She screamed out, the sensation of his size stretching her to the limit almost too much to handle. But she didn’t want it to stop. He began to fuck her with a rhythm that was both punishing and perfect, his thick cock hitting her g-spot with every thrust.
Her breasts bounced with the force of it, her nipples hard as diamonds, begging for his attention. He leaned down and took one in his mouth, biting gently as he pinched the other, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her pussy clenched around him, her juices coating his cock as she approached another climax.
This time, when she came, it was with a ferocity that took her breath away, her entire body trembling as she clung to the edge of the massage table, her nails digging into the velvet. Masaki grinned, his strokes growing more powerful, his cock swelling even larger inside her. “That’s it, Aya,” he murmured. “You’re going to make me cum again.” And with that, he drove into her one last time, his cock pulsing as he filled her up with his seed.
The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the sweet smell of their mingled arousal, a testament to the unbridled passion that had just unfolded between them.
As Masaki pulled out, leaving her pussy feeling empty and used, Ayami couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. She had never experienced anything like this before, and despite the circumstances, she was craving more. She watched as he cleaned himself up, his muscular body glistening with oil and sweat.
He turned back to her, his eyes dark with lust, and she knew that the night was far from over. “On your knees,” he ordered, his voice commanding. Ayami complied, her body still humming with pleasure.
He knelt behind her, his cock still hard and slick from their earlier escapade. He slid it between her cheeks, teasing her tight asshole with the tip. “I’ve wanted to do this since the first day I saw you,” he whispered, his breath hot against her neck. “Your tight little ass is going to take all of me, understand?” Ayami nodded, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her.
He reached around her to tease her clit as he began to push into her, stretching her open with a gentle yet firm pressure. Her body protested at first, but she found herself relaxing into it, eager to feel the fullness of him inside her once more.
His strokes grew longer and deeper, and she moaned with every thrust, feeling him fill her completely. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced—dirty, taboo, and utterly delicious. He reached around to pinch her clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. “Cum for me, Aya,” he growled, his hips slapping against her ass. “I want to feel you tighten around me.”
And with that, she did, her body shuddering with the intensity of her orgasm as he continued to fuck her ass, pushing her over the edge time and time again.
The room was a cacophony of their moans and gasps, the slap of skin on skin, and the wet sounds of his cock plunging into her. As she felt his climax approaching, he pulled out and painted her back with ropes of cum, the warmth of it seeping into her pores.
The two of them collapsed onto the table, their hearts racing and their bodies spent, basking in the afterglow of their illicit encounter. Little did they know, their secret rendezvous was about to take an even more unexpected turn, as the boundaries between boss and employee, between fantasy and reality, continued to blur.
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