"I see someone's had a lot of sun this summer," Vanessa observed as her hands glided over the smooth contours of Leila's firm ass cheeks.  Was she referring to her tan lines or her summer-bleached hair? The woman made her nervous, always remarking on things that felt too personal to Leila.

"Yes, lots of sun," Leila said into the terrycloth-covered donut around her face. She was glad not to have to look at Vanessa - she'd be better able to relax, which was, after all, the point of the massage.
 
"I'll bet you look great in your bikini," the masseuse continued.
 
"My boyfriend thinks so," Leila replied, hoping that the reference to David might cool the woman off.  Vanessa's palms slid up her thighs and danced dangerously close to the gap between her legs.

"Mmmm," she said, concentrating on the flesh beneath her hands.

"I'll bet he does. You look great even without the bikini."

"Thank you." She made a silent vow to find a new masseuse. This one tied her muscles up in knots.  Starting at the small of her back, Vanessa pressed the balls of her palms into the graceful slope and pushed her way up along either side of Leila's spine. The movement was slow, deliberate, penetrating. By the time she reached her shoulders, she'd squeezed a groan out of Leila's throat that surprised them both.
 
"I think you needed that," Vanessa commented.
 
Leila gasped, as much out of humiliation as physical relief. The woman had released something, there was no denying that, but then, wasn't that her job?
 
"I've been pretty tense. I seem to carry stress in my back and shoulders."
 
"Everybody does, honey. Leave your sexy body to me and I'll make sure there's not an ounce of stress left in you by the time you leave."
 
Leila had been coming to Vanessa for several months. She admired what the masseuse could do with her hands and each time she arrived for an appointment, she promised herself she'd concentrate on surrendering to those hands. Everybody else seemed to be able to do that quite easily. Then again, everybody else had a different masseuse.
 
"Do you like this oil?" Vanessa asked. Her fingers worked the latissimus dorsi expertly.
 
The oil. Yes, it was nice. Something about it was familiar, even though it was different from what Vanessa normally used.
 
"Yes, it's pretty. What is it?"
 
"It's a special blend. I call it Femme."
 
"What's in it?"
 
"Don't laugh, but a client gave it to me. She said that in addition to
lavender and hyacinth, it contains the same essential oils that are in a woman's sexual juices."
 
Leila's cunt tightened and then pulsed several times in succession.  She didn't want to be talking about sexual juices with this woman. She especially didn't want to be excited by talking about them.
 
"I don't know if I'd want to work at that factory," she joked.  Vanessa's throaty laugh filled the small room. "Now that's a delicious
image. I may have to masturbate to that one."
 
"Vanessa, I don't think -"
 
"Please. Call me Vanessa."
 
"Vanessa, I don't think this is the kind of conversation we should be  having. I just want a massage."
 
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. Aren't I giving you a good massage?"  Her fingers were suddenly between Leila's legs. Leila couldn't discern  how much of her slippery pussy came from the oil and how much was her own wetness. Moving meant showing her breasts to Vanessa, so she stayed put, trying to keep her legs together.
 
"Vanessa, really, you should probably stop."  

"You said you wanted stress relief. I get the sense you're carrying a lot of tension between your legs."
 
"No, really. I don't think so. My boyfriend takes care of that part of me."

She desperately hoped that another mention of David might do the trick. To her complete dismay, her juices were spreading to her thighs. She was creaming into Vanessa's hand.
 
"Do you get this wet for your boyfriend?" Though it was somewhat playful, the slap that landed on her ass conveyed very little nonsense. It didn't hurt but even Leila understood that it wasn't supposed to induce pain - it was intended only to announce the larger woman's power over her.  With her other hand, she spread more oil over Leila's well-toned ass. "You know, sweetheart, every time you come here, I rub oil into your pretty little tush and I think about what you must taste like. I think it's about time you satisfied my curiosity."

She slapped her again. "Roll over."  She gently but firmly placed a strong hand on her client's hip, then guided Leila's body to its side and finally its front. Leila had no choice but to follow the woman's unspoken instruction. Before she knew what had happened, she was supine, exposing her naked front to Vanessa.
 
"Oh, yes," the masseuse purred. Her dark eyes glowed darker and she seemed taller, even wider, than usual. Her gaze traveled the length of Leila's waiting body, lingering on her breasts.  She traced the tan lines across Leila's breasts with a unexpected tenderness. "I don't know what's hotter; seeing you naked or imagining what you look like in a bikini."  But then the tenderness morphed into something more feral. She filled her big hands with Leila's titmeat and squeezed, massaging them as if they were uncooperative muscles.

"Beautiful fucking tits," she said in a voice much lower than she'd ever used before.  Leila's cunt steamed. She felt certain she was dripping onto the massage table.
 
"I can smell your pussy," Vanessa said through a wry grin. "You think if you clamp your thighs shut, I won't know that you want me to play with you.  Isn't that why you shaved for me?"
 
"I didn't shave for you!"
 
"I love bald beaver," she growled. One hand slid down her torso until it danced at her hairless muff. "I like to see my food before I eat it."

"No, Vanessa. Stop." Leila protested, instinctively spreading her legs.
 
Vanessa's fingers worked their way into Leila's slick folds. She knew
exactly where to touch her, riveting her to the table, making her cunt ache and spasm like nobody ever had before. She stared down at her client as a master stares down a dog to show it who's boss. Leila dared not even whimper.  When she'd whipped Leila's pussy to a froth, she climbed up onto the table. Her long, substantial legs were stockingless under her white medical coat, and as she hoisted herself onto the table, Leila noticed that she wore no underwear.  Her dark pussy hair was peppered with gray but nicely trimmed.  She tried not to look at it for very long, but Vanessa caught her and just laughed in that self-congratulatory way she had.  She knelt on the table, settling between Leila's spread-eagled legs.  Without warning, she took hold of her client's ankles and pulled upward, sending Leila's oiled body downward toward Vanessa. Her legs were now perpendicular to the table and sticking up in the air. Her wide-open pussy, fragrant with excitement, hovered at Vanessa's chin. Vanessa still held Leila's ankles, keeping them arms length apart as she surveyed the succulent feast before her.

"Look at that luscious cunt."
 
Leila was mortified by her own arousal. Did this mean she was a lesbian?  All she wanted at this moment was Vanessa's mouth on her snatch. What was taking her so long?  Vanessa stared a bit longer. "You're actually getter wetter by the second, you little slut. I'd like to make you beg but we've only got a few minutes left."

Her tongue moved like a rubber spatula around Leila's wet crevices. It wiggled and squirmed with a mind of its own, but a mind that anticipated Leila's most carnal, basic desires. It stroked and massaged like a tiny pair of hands.
 
What Vanessa's tongue did to Leila's throbbing clit defied definition. It frigged her faster than a finger, sending her into paroxysms of pleasure. When she exploded into Vanessa's juice-smeared face, the woman refused to stop eating her - the initial discomfort and pain eventually careened into another round of orgasmic release. Vanessa stopped when she sensed Leila was close to losing consciousness.
 
Leila was vaguely aware of noises and movement as she regained her faculties but didn't have the strength to open her eyes to take visual note of their source. Vanessa had released her legs and disembarked from the table. Beyond that, Leila was lost in a swirling world of sensory echoes.
 
When she felt Vanessa get back on the table, though, she forced herself to open her eyes. What greeted her was the 48-year-old masseuse, her big firm tits topless, nipples erect, and a hopelessly thick black dildo hanging from a harness around her hips. Her dark skin glistened with oil, giving her the appearance of an undulating snake.  

"You need to be fucked, young lady. That's the final step in stress
reduction."
 
She fucked with male precision, slamming into Leila's cunt with the perfect force and rhythm. Still recovering from her earlier orgasms, Leila was especially vulnerable to the woman's thrusts, and came in a series of loud yelps as she gripped the sides of the massage table. Though she'd never confess it, the sight of Vanessa's bouncing tits as she rammed her would be an image she would masturbate to for many months.  When Leila came to, Vanessa was standing by her side, looking down at her with benevolent sweetness. She wore her white coat again and there was no sign of the dildo. The scent of the oil and Leila's pussy still permeated the room, however.  

"Feeling better?" Vanessa asked, massaging Leila's breasts with a small amount of oil.

"Yes. Yes, I am," Leila couldn't fight the grin that spread across her
face.
 
"Well, get up and send in my next client, would you? Leave your check on the table on your way out."

Submitted by  Custom Erotica Source