My Goddess Had A Revealing Massage

I had been nervous since the announcement came: "I booked a thai oil massage on Monday with a male masseur."

Me (33) and Goddess Lillith (26) are in a long-distance relationship in Europe, she is Italian living in the south while I live in Central Europe. Lillith is a young woman of tremendous sex-appeal and beauty, with pale skin that however tans quite easily, full lips, cascading brown hair flash auburn sometimes. Her frame is slim with succulent tits and the best ass I have ever seen. Just perfectly round and juicy. Her pussy is tight and Her perfectly shaped Egyptian feet delicate at first gaze, but quite sadistic when you get to know them better. A true Italian Succubus.

We are able to visit each other quite often, but the largest gap this year -- which is still gaping -- was right between Halloween and Christmas. I knew I would not get to touch Her perfect body for month and half, and this upcoming massage was placed right in the middle of it. For the entire weekend, I couldn't stop thinking about the fact someone else is going to touch Her undressed body, while I would not for a month. His hands would remain printed on Her skin for weeks and weeks, the memory of my touch lost in the past.

Monday came and I was very much on edge, it didn't help that Lillith sent met the picture of the masseur. He was no model, a man in his fifties with strong arms covered in tattoos, a round head and a beard close to a goatie. Not really someone who would get to touch this bombshell of a girl outside of a massage parlour. Her text response was: "I don't think he is bad. But I'm quite turned on by ugly people touching." Just perfect. What a lucky man to get paid to touch young bodies. The month till Christmas seemed even longer now.

"Goddess, can I have a picture of Your tits before the massage, so he is not the first to see them this week, please?" Amused, yet resolute "no" was Her answer. Then silence for two hours. A message came and I jumped after the phone. It read: "You were really cuckolded by my body." I gasped, that familiar feeling of hand of ice grasping your insides awoken in my chest.

"I love the massage day! He even massaged my tits. Ass. Feet." My bloody cock was betraying me as always. Pressing against my trousers begging for release. I knew no details yet, but the next sentence made me howl: "I've also decided I will dedicate this body day to him. So I won't show you my body's erotic parts today."

This denial was too much. I fell to my knees and pulled my cock out, it was veiny and rigid, throbbing, with a significant amount of precum concentrating on the head. I squeezed it, imagining it was Her, telling me about the massage and denying me in person. Fuck, this last message about dedicating Her body to him for today has found me utterly unprepared, I was left hyperventilating. Such cruelty!

Suddenly an audio file arrived: "I liked it a lot. It was intense. I fear my pussy was little out of the thong. There were movements that he did -- like opening my legs and stuff like that -- during which my pussy was for sure out. I could feel my pussy visible from behind while I was lying on my belly. He went close sometime, but never touched there... He has been very amazing. And he even told me I have a perfect body for massage." (chuckling)

"There was a point during which he was massaging my feet, I was belly down and my leg folded, and as he was massaging my foot I felt his beard on my toes."

"So he had a perfect view of Your pussy from behind? Were You little wet during the massage?"

"Yes. It made me laugh, he said I have a perfect body for massages!"

"Jesus. What does that even mean, other than flirtation and invitation for another round!"

"It means that he likes to touch me more than other."

"Fuck. And I cannot even say anything, because a boyfriend being jealous about a massage would be considered unreasonable and controlling."

"What would you say if you could," Goddess replied.

"I would say that You should be making massage appointments with women, because other men have no right to touch You intimately. that he now knows what Your body looks and feels like without him deserving it in any way."

Why? You deserve it?" Laughing. Touché.

"I had to wait months to touch You, and court You, and travel to Italy. it was not random," I argue.

"He gave me a service, a massage, maybe one of the most important thing that a male slave has to do. And he was even embarrassed in being paid. He offered a free lesson of tai chi. At his home, just us."

"How am I supposed to exist knowing Your feet has been massaged by another man, and Your tits and ass, and I am not last to touch them for weeks! I would also tell You that You should have worn Your own panties that fit. and that proper massage places offer a towel. and I would say that You shouldn't keep away Your body from Your bf after a masseur enjoyed it so thoroughly. That is very sadistic and twisted. And that it is not usual to massage tits."

"Ahahah indeed these things are so not you, at least, not the allowed You. Now that I'm home I feel so slutty to have been touched naked everywhere by a 50yo man."

I cannot take it anymore and ask for a videocall. Goddess refuses. Citing that nudity is off the menu today for me. I plead saying she could be clothed (how humiliating after what just transpired!). She says simply: nope. "Don't jerk too much or you will faint." My Goddess knows me too well.

Soon I receive a video. It is of Lillith's feet -- and they are censored! Truly, all the erotic parts of Hers are forbidden for me tonight. My cock has been rigid and in agony for hours now...

Goddess Lillith is unrelenting tonight.

"I maybe missed to mention that he's quite hot irl, I mean he is very massive and tattooed, and his arms and fingers are so big. In certain parts of the massage, he used his whole arms on my body, the forearms and at the end of the massage he kissed my forehead. I will return I think. But he was very careful to not touch my pussy."

"Did You want him to?" I asked shocked, yet knowing the answer already.

"Yes, but more unintentionally. I like that. Actually, when massaging my thighs, he once grazed my labia... But never again."

"Fuck. And You said he even saw Your pussy."

"100 %. From the back and from the front."

I moan.

This massage leaves me in such a horny state. It is something socially perfectly accepted, yet so perverse when you really dissect what happens. Another man you pay for to observe and touch your woman for an hour. No pleasure for him. Just absolute concentration on Her body. In many ways he gets to know it better than a lover, who is closer and also receives pleasure back. But a masseur's gaze is focused and penetrating.

My chain of thoughts is broken by another message, even from the distance Goddess can feel my mixture of jealousy and excitement.

"I am surprised how crazy this massage is driving you. Positively. Your cock is having an epiphany."

"I wanted to ask You what You were wearing -- he really didn't offer a towel, or You declined?"

"Oh, I had a towel but the towel is moved, so while he was massaging the upper body the towel was on the legs, while he was massaging my ass and legs, it was on my shoulders."

"And when You were lying on Your back and he was massaging Your chest and belly, the towel was over Your tits?"

"No, it was on my legs.. but toes out haha. And pussy out."

"So he saw Your tits completely!"

"Wasn't this clear?"

"I was hoping he just massaged them under the towel. Isn't it more common to have the chest covered under the towel?"

"No. Do you want to know something else... I don't know, is a detail but maybe is major, you tell me." Sounding all innocently, She continues. "When he finished the massage, I stranded with half of my body so remaining sitting on the bed and he started talking there, telling me some things about the practice and about shiatsu. While I was naked."

"Fuck are You serious?"

"Of course."

"My chest is pounding. That is very MAJOR."

"I was little laying on my knees but my tits were just out. And at the end of the convo, I noticed that they were totally visible. Also I didn't wanted to look goofy and hide them."

"Couldn't You just wrap a towel around You? That is not goofy."

"I haven't thought about it. I just stayed naked. My bad."

"There are icy hot waves going around in my chest and abdomen," I tell Her. I can feel the wicked grin from a thousand miles.

"How was the oil sensation on Your body?"

"Warm and heavenly."

"Now I am realizing that when You were talking with him naked, You were all oily and shiny. Jesus."

Goddess cannot leave the topic. Quite obviously she is taken by Her experience as I am. And She wonders: "I'm quite surprised by how this thing is seen as 'appropriate'. But I've told everybody that I was having this massage by a man. And they had no reaction, like if it was normal. Maybe because most people don't know how intimate a massage is. But is quite scandalous, right? Ahah."

"It is, Goddess. As if we normalized certain moments that partners have to accept as not cheating. That is why I was always so fascinated by acting, and to lesser degree, massages."

Now everybody knows it, so you can enjoy this aspect too. I told my mother about the massage by a man, and a co-worker, friends. My colleague was was quite shocked ahah that a stranger man would have make me a massage only with thongs, alone. I bet that next time I have that massage -- you will tremble before that day."

"Yes, Goddess. And during. And after. It´s sort of even more intimate if You return. He refreshing the memory of Your body regularly."

"Till his fingers will slip in my cunt."

I gasp. "No, please, that's too much. were You expecting him to brush Her gently?"

"Badly.

"Were You tempted to move a little and moan impatiently?"

"I...once raised my ass while he was touching around there."

"Fuck are You serious? You couldn't help it?"

"I know..."

"But that's so slutty, Goddess. It is like inviting him. Basically saying with Your body that You want Your pussy touched. Everyone knows that women impatient ass gesture."

"Indeed."

With that Goddess left me to my night of ceiling staring, unable to fall asleep, replaying the conversation and burning with the oils that were being massaged into Her body. More than a month before I touch Her myself. Torture. She left me without a permission to cum.

Suddenly I come to realization that a major intellectual achievement of mine is coming to fruition in the next couple days, and by the time of celebration I will not have been the last man to touch my Goddess. Of all possible weeks, she chose the week of my success to commence with this illicit endeavour. Was it on purpose? Or just coincidental intuition of a Witch that She is. With the horror and excitement, I force myself to close my eyes.

This is not the first time Goddess was touched by another man during our relationship. Yet the idea of someone touching Her due to the benefits of their profession, rather than by Her choice, and even getting paid for it was impelling my insanity. My perverted imagination dwelling on the little moans emitted by Goddess' full Italian lips while Her tits were being kneaded and covered in oil, and moist pussy lips observed for an hour. The disparity of the socially accepted behaviour of having a massage, and the obscene reality of it is keeping me awake almost till dawn.

Next morning, a message was waiting for me. It said: His POV. It was a video of Goddess Lillith's pussy lips with Her panties moved slightly aside.

So he indeed saw everything. Every detail of Her. Her waxed pussy now slightly covered with hair, the lips opening gently while moving, the aroma of an erotic woman.

I replayed the video. And again. My cock was again in the palm of my hand. I squeezed and sheer liquid escaped the tip. I was so edged.

Goddess texted: "To be a masseur is such a hot job for a man, you get to massage somebody like me for an hour time to time." She is so very aware of the effect she has on men.

"Oh, there is a detail I forgot to tell you."

I moan over the forgotten detail.

"Is quite a thing. You can cum to this topic."

"Thank You, Goddess." Finally a permission to cum, after sixteen days since Her handjob.

"After our post massage chatting, while I was naked on the bed and he standing next to me, before leaving the room I asked him for some paper to get rid of the oil, he gave it to me and told me to not remove it all and to have a shower in the late evening so all the almond oil would be absorbed, but instead to use the paper to leave him my thong inside. Instead, I left my thong on the paper piece on the bed. So I used a single piece and placed thong on. And I smelled his sweater before leaving, because he left it on the floor next to my shoes."

"You did it on purpose expecting him to smell them!"

"Yes. He will, no doubt. Or better, He did it."

"I know he did. Fuck, You are so slutty and such a tease. Why did You smell his sweater?"

"I was curious. I can tell a lot by the smell. Anyways, don't you think wasn't necessary to specify me what to do with my thong? Like he was making sure to have it."

"Yes. You could have thrown them away and he couldn't risk that."

"I would have brought them home to roleplay with you. As you xmas gift. He took something from you."

This is when I start cumming. A rope after rope of thick frustrated cum, all falling to the ground while his probably filled Lillith's thong. The thong he had made sure to receive.

Three loads of my cum shot in a quick succession, one orgasm stronger than the last, cover my perimeter.

I clean up a bit and send Goddess euros for the massage. For the privilege of being turned on by Her body's pleasure.