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So, my masseuse turned me out for a few months

We all have a slut phase. I mean, we do. I know guys always joke about happy endings..but one time, I got one. And it changed me. I was working on my undergrad at the time, and studying a LOT. I had used this place for years and decided a massage would take the edge off. Well, it did. And while I ALWAYS love a good massage, this one was...idk, different. I became really turned on, even before it started. While he was working my hamstrings/butt, I felt myself involuntarily hunching the air. Really pathetic. I was a lady, 4.0.student, and this guy had me, or could have had me, any way he wanted.

I was so wet, my thighs were dripping. His hands got really really close, and I kept trying to squirm until his hands touched me. Every time he would just move his hands and LAUGH! He started asking me if there was something I needed, if everything was okay. And me.. I just kept hunching the air. He was finally a bit more direct

Maam, if there's something you need, use your words.

Like I was some ignorant high school slut. Humiliated, he said it twice more. Even slower. I was frustrated to the point of tears, and I finally just said, I really need to cum. I asked once, twice, and the third time, I begged. Finally, he spread me apart from behind. One hand had two flat fingers on my clit, and the other was fingering me, w a thumb. I came multiple times. He walked around me, until his crotch was at eye level. I grabbed him, pulled at his sweats. Rolled over, and begged him to fuck me. Little jerk laughed at me! Just grabbed my hair and face fucked me. Told me.if I spilled a drop, he'd tell people that knew me.

I don't know what he meant, and I didn't care. I dont really like giving head, but i had two more orgasms with his cock down my throat.

I had 3-4 massages left there, on a gift certificate. Never went back for a massage. Utterly Humiliated. But I did find him.

He had moved on, but one of the other coworkers was kind enough to give me his number...

I called him for 2 weeks straight. He finally answered, and just told me to meet him at this pretty seedy motel. I agreed. It was a Friday. I had a date. He said, im gonna be at the Texas Inn in 2 hours. First room bottom floor, closest to office.Be there, and if not, I'll never take a call again. So, I probably cried a bit. Mostly because I already knew what would happen: I canceled the date. He was a sweet guy too but, no matter. I wanted to get fucked. Desperately. I was already a slave to this guy. Just like that. The heart may want what it wants...but my legs were aching to spread for him.

So I went. I knocked, and surprisingly, the door pushes opened. Before anything, as soon as the door opened I heard his voice. And I smelled alcohol and cigarettes. Both are yuck in my book.. total turn offs. He told me to remove my clothes, and come to the backroom. And, I did. In record speed. I pushed the door open, and there he was. That part I was ready for. The part I wasn't ready for, was the other man in the room.

I tried to not show anything but...I couldn't help it. I felt disappointed. I knew what was going to happen. At the least, me, and my perfect little self, was about to be shared between these two. Or I was going to be watched. By the time he set toward me, I didn't care. He roughly tweaked my nipples. I winced. He told me to lay across the bed, on my back, and lock eyes with the other man.

I have to say, this wasn't me. I was 100% out of my element. But of course, I did it. There was no foreplay. No nothing. He barely acknowledged me. He just told his friend in the room about my last encounter. How He, in his words, throat fucked me.. His friend looked at me w disdain. I asked about condoms, and he laughed. He told me I was community property and to shut the f up. Another barrier ignored. I felt pathetic. Thankfully, it started. He began to fuck me, and I didn't care. I was soaked, but even so, his immediate balls deep assault on my pussy hurt. I'd had bigger. Much bigger. But he was soooooo thick. He fucked me, and fucked me, and fucked me. And I came

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