Chapter 3: Rising Action
Marie lay naked on the massage table as the two men rubbed her down. Her nipples stood erect, threatening to poke right through the thin silk blindfold that covered her eyes, their peaks slicked shiny from the sweet-smelling oils they'd lubricated her skin with. She could hear the sounds of them whispers, their breath hot and heavy in her ear, their fingers tantalizingly close to her sensitive areas.
The masseuse at her feet began tracing his fingers up her calves, massaging her tense muscles–her legs like jello, trembling beneath his skilled touch.
She gasped, the masseuse's strong fingers continuing to work their way up her tight, toned thighs.
His touch burned as he shifted closer, running his hands over the curve of her ass. She groaned as he squeezed, his thumbs pressing into her flesh just right.
"Fuck, I love your ass," the masseuse whispered in her ear, his breath tickling and hot on her neck.
She felt her wetness begin to pool between her legs, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
Marie reached out for his pants , her fingers searching for the button, unfastening it with ease. His cock sprang free, thick and rock hard in her hand, the tips glistening with pre-cum.
She slid off the massage table and onto the floor, kneeling between his legs. The masseuse groaned as she wrapped her lips around his shaft, her tongue swirling around him before she began to deepthroat him with ease.
She felt him grow harder in her mouth, his grip tightening on her hair.
"Oh, fuck," he moaned, "you're so good at that, baby."
Behind her, she heard the other masseuse moving closer, his cock pressing against her backside. She moaned around the cock in her mouth, wiggling her ass, inviting him in.
He didn't hesitate, sliding himself inside of her with a grunt.
She gasped as he filled her up, the sensation of his cock spreading her wide a heady pleasure.
"Yes, yes!" she moaned, rocking back and forth between the two men. She grabbed onto the edge of the table, holding on for dear life as they took turns thrusting into her.
The masseuse in her mouth pulled out, allowing her to gasp for breath. His hands were on her face, tilting her head upward so he could kiss her deeply. She could taste herself on his lips, the hot flavor of their sexual tension a heady drug.