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The Masseuse Paid Special Attention To My Ass

But just as I was really getting into the massage, I felt a wet tongue slide in between my ass cheeks. “What the fuck?” I exclaimed, opening my eyes in shock.

I was really looking forward to my massage appointment.

I had been feeling stressed out and overwhelmed with work and personal commitments, and I knew that a good massage would help me relax and recharge.

So, I made sure to set aside some time for myself and booked an appointment with a masseuse who came highly recommended by a friend.

As soon as I arrived at the massage studio, I was greeted by a friendly receptionist who checked me in and showed me to the massage room.

The room was dimly lit and had a relaxing ambience, with soft music playing in the background and a comfortable massage table in the centre.

I quickly got undressed and lay down on the table, covered myself with a sheet, and closed my eyes as I waited for the masseuse to come in.

I heard the footsteps enter, and then a deep but soothing voice say “Hey there, I’ll be your masseuse today. Let me know if there are any specific points of tension you want me to focus on.

Shit.

It was a guy.

I don’t know why but it just wasn’t what I was expecting.

But I didn’t complain, and soon his oily hands were rubbing and pressing on my back and shoulders, and all my concerns slipped away…

“Oh my god, that feels so good,” I moaned as the masseuse’s strong hands worked their way down my back.

I had been feeling so stressed out and overwhelmed lately, and I was finally starting to relax and let go of all my tension.

But just as I was really getting into the massage, I felt a wet tongue slide in between my ass cheeks.

“What the fuck?” I exclaimed, opening my eyes in shock.

“Is everything okay?” the masseuse asked, noticing my sudden tension.

“Uh, yeah,” I replied, trying to compose myself. “It’s just that, well, I’m not really into that kind of thing. I mean, I’m not gay or anything.”

The masseuse chuckled. “It’s okay, I’m not either. But some people find anal stimulation to be very relaxing and rejuvenating. And judging by the way you were moaning just now, I think you might be one of them.”

I have to admit, I was feeling a little turned on by the sensation of his tongue on my butt-hole.

I rolled over and swung my hard cock in the air, the towel that was pushed around my waist falling off the table.

Our eyes met, while I lay there, oily and naked and hard, my sphincter still moist with his saliva.

Oh man, where do I even begin?

The masseuse who gave me my asshole massage was seriously sexy, as far as guys go, of course.

I mean, he had the whole package: a muscular, toned body, piercing blue eyes, and a chiselled jawline. Plus, he had a really friendly and confident demeanour that just exuded sex appeal.

He was the kind of guy who you just knew was skilled in the art of pleasure.

And judging by the way he was able to make me moan with just his tongue, I’d say he definitely lived up to his reputation.

But it wasn’t just his physical appearance and skills that made him sexy. It was also the way he carried himself.

He seemed genuinely interested in my well-being and pleasure.

It was clear that he took his job very seriously and that he truly cared about his clients.

Maybe it was because I was feeling so horny and stressed out, or maybe it was because he seemed so eager and enthusiastic.

Whatever the reason, I decided to go with it and I lay there on my back, holding my legs back in the air, stroking my own penis as I watched him lick my butt.

“Oh god, that feels amazing,” I gasped as he pushed his tongue in deeper.

“Glad to hear it,” he replied with a smile, his rimming making really juicy sounds.

I grabbed hold of his head and made him suck me off for a while, his tongue licking every inch of my stiff cock and toying with my slit, while his fingers teasingly probed my begging bung-hole.

His lips were like suction cups around my cock and I could feel the blood rushing to my balls.

I savoured every suck he treated me to, before pushing him back down towards my backdoor again.

He pushed his tongue in deeper and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I cried out and rubbed my soaking wet shaft vigorously, until I came all over his face, coating him in my thick strings of cum.

After he had licked me clean, his tongue drinking my cream from every nook and cranny, we got back to the massage.

It was a much-needed and relaxing experience, but I have to admit, the unexpected anal play did add a bit of excitement to the mix.

As the masseuse worked his magic on my tired muscles, I found myself feeling more and more relaxed and rejuvenated.

By the time the massage was over, I felt like a new man.

As I left the studio and headed home, I couldn’t help but wonder if I should make this a regular part of my self-care routine.

Sure, the anal play was a little out of my comfort zone, but it was also incredibly arousing and satisfying.

And after all, isn’t it important to try new things and step outside of our comfort zones from time to time?

I think I might have to book another massage appointment soon and see where things go.

I just had to make sure my wife never found out.

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