Sore Muscles, Sweet Release (L/A/F)

Anna felt a surge of anticipation as she entered the dimly lit massage parlor, a wave of relief washing over her after a particularly grueling week. The scent of lavender and sandalwood hung heavy in the air, promising an hour of blissful escape. She’d never experienced a professional massage before, but the promise of pure relaxation was too tempting to resist. As she signed the lengthy waiver, a series of bizarre questions about her sexual history caught her off guard. The form demanded details about her last orgasm, a prospect she found both awkward and slightly unsettling. Nevertheless, she answered honestly, omitting the truth about her extended period of abstinence following childbirth.

The receptionist, a middle-aged woman with a no-nonsense demeanor, directed her to the waiting room, where she was instructed to remove her clothing and lay face down on a small table covered with a thin towel. A blindfold was provided, completing the surreal atmosphere. As she stripped down, Anna couldn’t help but admire her reflection in the ceiling mirrors, marveling at her toned physique after seven months of confinement. She slipped on the blindfold, feeling a mix of apprehension and excitement as she lay down, anticipating the experience ahead.

Soon, the scent of rich cologne filled the air, and a large hand began rubbing her neck and back. The masseur, a muscular man with piercing eyes, possessed a confident presence that both intrigued and slightly unnerved her. As he moved down her legs, she found herself fantasizing about the pleasure she was about to experience, her mind racing with images of intense intimacy. The oil he applied felt luxurious against her skin, enhancing her sensitivity and heightening her anticipation.

The massage continued, gradually escalating in intensity, until he began to explore her lower regions. A small towel was removed, revealing her rear to the masseur. He proceeded to caress her ass cheeks, teasing her with his touch before delving deeper, his large hands kneading her muscles with a playful yet firm hand. A shiver ran down her spine as she realized the extent of his expertise and the pleasure he was about to deliver. She moaned softly, unable to contain her mounting excitement.

Suddenly, a few drops of oil landed on her sensitive asshole, sending a jolt through her body. She let out a gasp, her body tensing involuntarily. The masseur, seemingly sensing her reaction, paused briefly before resuming his work, his touch now more deliberate and focused. He continued to stimulate her pleasure center, pushing her closer to the brink of ecstasy. She moaned louder, her voice rising in pitch as she struggled to control her escalating arousal.

As he moved his hands further up her body, she felt a sharp pain as he thrust his middle finger deep inside her, followed by a playful roll. A gasp escaped her lips as she realized the depth of his penetration, a sensation she hadn't experienced in months. The combination of pleasure and discomfort was both exhilarating and unsettling, pushing her to the limits of her endurance. She writhed in agony, desperately seeking release while simultaneously clinging to the intense sensation.

The masseur abruptly pulled out, leaving her breathless and trembling. He then proceeded to spank her repeatedly, each strike igniting a fresh wave of pleasure and pain. She cried out in agony, her body convulsing with each impact, but she couldn't bring herself to break eye contact with him. He continued his assault, pushing her further and further into the depths of her own desires.

As he massaged her stomach, Anna felt a surge of heat as her breasts began lactating, a testament to her recent childbirth. She realized that the masseur was not just skilled in his craft, but also possessing an intimate understanding of her anatomy. She allowed herself to relax, surrendering to the pleasure of the moment, as her body responded to his touch with a primal intensity.

Her clit began to swell as he continued his work, the pressure building within her until it felt as though she were about to explode. She let out a desperate moan, begging him to continue, her body trembling uncontrollably. The masseur seemed to relish in her pleasure, pushing her even further into the depths of her own fantasies.

He then plunged two large fingers deep inside her wet pussy, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She arched her back, unable to resist the intense stimulation, her mind lost in a world of pure sensation. The combination of pleasure and pain was overwhelming, yet she found herself craving more.

As he filled her up and turned on the vibrations, she realized that this was more than just a massage; it was an act of passionate intimacy, a release of pent-up desires. She bucked her hips, moaning with pleasure as he continued to assault her sensitive clitoris. With each thrust, she felt herself closer and closer to the brink of orgasm, her body writhing in ecstasy.

Finally, she exploded into multiple orgasms, her body convulsing with each wave of pleasure. She collapsed back down on the table, exhausted but exhilarated, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience. She closed her eyes, savoring the lingering sensations, before letting out a final, desperate plea for more.

Her husband, who had been observing her with a mixture of amusement and concern, entered the room, revealing himself as the masseur. He explained that he had arranged this special evening as a way to reconnect with her after their long period of separation. As he took off the blindfold, Anna realized that this was not just a massage; it was a reunion, a celebration of their shared passion.

With a mischievous grin, he pulled out a new eight-inch rubber cock, twice as thick as himself, and plunged it deep inside her wet pussy. The combination of pleasure and pain was overwhelming, pushing her to the absolute limits of her endurance. She writhed in agony, desperately seeking release while simultaneously clinging to the intense sensation. Her husband continued to stimulate her pleasure center, pushing her further and further into the depths of her own desires.

As she reached a new level of ecstasy, she moaned loudly, begging him to continue, her body trembling uncontrollably. The intensity of the experience was both exhilarating and terrifying, but she couldn't bring herself to break eye contact with him. He continued his assault, pushing her closer and closer to the brink of oblivion, until finally, she collapsed, completely spent, into his arms.

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