This is a sequel to Home Massage where I tell the tale of how a therapeutic massage ended up with me being fingered to orgasm, fucked to another orgasm and ejaculated in despite my attempts to resist the feelings in my body. You don't need to read it as this is s stand alone story.
He carried me into the shower room and stood me down. I stood with bowed head. I was blushing with the shame and embarrassment of what had happened in the last half hour or so. My mind couldn't make sense of it
How had a therapeutic massage turned me on so much that I allowed him to fuck me? Why did I enjoy it so much?
I held the small towel over my breasts. It may seem strange that I should do this when he has seen my pussy, had his fingers in my pussy, and had his cock in my pussy. That's much more intimate, right? The only rationale is that he hadn't seen my breasts and keeping them from his eyes was the only attempt at modesty that was open to me now.
By rights I should be throwing him out or calling the police but for some reason I'm incapable of making a decision.
As I stood there watching him turn his back to me and calmly strip naked I could feel his come dripping from me into my soaking white cotton panties and the weight of it and my wetness was making the gusset sag from my pussy.
He stepped into the walk in shower and adjusted the temperature. As he did so, he said, "Let your hair down." I'd put my hair in a bun for the massage. I struggled to reach behind my head and keep the towel in place as well. I managed the bun but the towel fell to the floor and my modesty was heading the same way. I pulled my hair forward to cover as much of my breasts as I could but it wasn't long enough to cover my nipples so I covered my breasts with my hands.
"Look at me." he commanded. Still blushing, I looked up and for the first time I saw the cock that had been in me. It was hanging, flaccid, between his legs. Not a very long one and didn't look as fat as it felt inside me.
I felt his eyes boring into my head and I trembled, wondering what was coming next.
"Drop the panties and get in the shower" was the next command.
Oh! no. It was too late to worry about him seeing my pussy, he'd already seen it and more, but to take off my panties meant taking my hands from my breasts and my last attempt at any kind of modesty was gone.
Sighing, I dropped my panties to the floor and kicked them off my feet. For the first time I was fully naked in front of him. Despite all that had happened, it wasn't a comfortable feeling.
I walked into the shower and he followed me. The water was pleasantly warm and I let it pour over my head. He began to wash my hair. Thick suds ran from the ends and slithered over my breasts .It wasn't just washing my hair, he was massaging my head and I began to relax. He was a brilliant masseur after all.
He rinsed my hair thoroughly and started to soap up my upper body. His fingers slid all over my neck and back in the slippery suds before turning his attention to my front. Stood behind me he reached round and started to lather up my neck and upper chest before moving down to my breasts. I gasped as he ran his soapy fingers over my nipples and massaged my breasts gently. His hands made circular strokes, under and over my breasts and sliding over my nipples every once in a while.
The feelings were coming back again and I was trying my hardest not to be turned on again. It was a battle between my mind and my body and my body was winning. I started to rationalise in my head. I didn't want him to make me come again but didn't think I could stop him when he got to my pussy. None of my boyfriends had been able to get hard again so soon after coming and girly chat with my friends suggested that it was rare for a young guy to be able to get it up so soon. With this guy being much older, I reckoned I was safe from him putting his cock in me again so decided to go with the flow. I could occasionally feel his soft cock bumping against me as he moved which gave me more confidence.
He was now soaping up my front and back together, hands getting lower an lower. Just before getting to my pussy and bum, he stopped and started on my legs. Working up from my ankles. As he got to my thighs it was just like when he massaged me and I was getting worked up again and my pussy was beginning to feel very damp.
Both hands reached my bottom and my pussy at the same time and began to rub the soap all over, between my pussy lips and round my rear entrance. I was squirming now as he was really turning me on and I was going with it willingly. He slipped a couple of fingers into my pussy and at the same time pushed one into my bottom and began to work them in and out at the same time. I'd never had anything in my bottom before, but that finger coupled with the ones in my pussy had me going crazy.
He was rubbing my G spot with his fingers and rubbing my clit with his thumb at the same time as he was finger fucking my bum. I was coming hard, bending my knees to give him better access and get him in deeper. My juices were flowing, soaking his hand and my thighs. "Oh! God...Yes...Yes" I screamed.
In the midst of all this I hadn't noticed that the soft cock that was bumping against me was now a hard cock poking at me.
Before I knew what was happening His fingers left my body, he swung me round to face him, put his hands under my thighs and lifted me up. Instinctively I wrapped my arms and legs round him to steady myself. Big mistake! He let me drop a bit and his cock touched the side of my pussy but didn't go in. It didn't go in the second time but the third time it hit the right place and slipped into my sloppy hole. What? How was he hard again? This shouldn't be happening. My mind wasn't expecting this but my body welcomed it like a long lost friend. I was so full and trembling in his arms.
Surprisingly he didn't start to fuck me. He just held me there, turned and walked out of the shower. It was the weirdest feeling being carried with my pussy full of thick cock and I was getting close to another orgasm. He found my bedroom and carried me to the bed.