Lisa looked thoughtfully out the window: “Well, what should I do, this is not the first time, in the end, do I have my own pride or not? I can’t leave it like that!”
We were talking about my husband’s recent business trip with his colleagues to St. Petersburg. Her beloved returned from just a three-day trip, and soon she felt something was wrong - when urinating, there was an unpleasant sensation, a slight burning sensation and itching in an intimate place. The doctor's diagnosis after humiliating tests was also disappointing - a para-venereal disease. Yes, she took a course of terrible antibiotics, so we can say that now everything is behind her, but a residue of bitterness still torments her: to exchange her for some corrupt whore - how dare he? And this is after promises that something like this will never happen again. Six months ago, he had already brought gardnerellosis to her, but then before that she had been on advanced training courses in Saratov for two months and therefore forgave her husband’s love affairs under his sworn promises that such a thing would not happen again, but here it is again. Well, what is he missing? What is he doing?
The latter, dear readers, does not refer to the husband, but rather to the movements of the massage therapist. At the moment of not the most rosy thoughts, Lisa was lying on the table with her tummy down, and a young man in a tracksuit was puffing above her, giving a massage. The action took place in the recreation corner of a large bureaucratic organization where she worked. At that moment, when Lisa’s thoughts were interrupted, the masseur, with a gentle movement, as if by chance, slid his palms over the upper parts of the buttocks of the ward, pushing them under the elastic band of her panties, and massaged the area that was far from the lumbar region, as Lisa understood it.
Here we need to make a small lyrical digression. Lisa turned thirty-two a month ago; she was one of the few young mothers with happy body parameters for a woman, in other words, body proportions that are completely indescribable in words, which are called sexual. Colleagues, and they were mostly women, were jealous of Lisa. As soon as she showed up at work in the morning in a new thing, everyone gasped, asked where she bought it and how much, and immediately asked to buy them the same thing. Indeed, even ordinary outfits fit her figure impeccably. If you add to this a sweet face with large green eyes, soft strands of hair that were naturally blond and a pleasant sweetish timbre of her voice, it will become clear to you that Lisa’s sadness about her husband’s adventures had some basis. It also cannot be said that in the marital bed our heroine was shackled; in a good mood, she, one might say, enthusiastically licked her husband’s testicles, sucked his penis deeply, could show a striptease, and took any pose at her husband’s request. The only thing she couldn't allow was anal sex. Or rather, she even found her husband’s little finger in her ass pleasant at the moment of excitement, but she was terrified of the penetration of his thick penis, so much so that even a sincere desire to give her beloved all imaginable pleasures in sex could not overcome the fear.
Like any other married woman, Lisa tried to save money on purchases, often visiting sales and fairs, various promotions in shopping centers with significant discounts. So she and her friends at work got the massage she needed to maintain the tone of her spine, which she had bruised as a child, almost for free. It all started with a handwritten announcement on the turntable at the entrance, which offered massage services at a low price, provided that the group consisted of at least 10 people. Those who wanted to get something “cheap and cheerful” were found quickly; the management allocated a relaxation room for the “health group” on the condition that it was used at the end of the working day, but now she could not remember whether anyone had asked this guy for a diploma and a license.
Meanwhile, the masseur’s hands noticeably relaxed and continued the brazenly exciting stroking of Lisa’s back and hemispheres of her ass, gradually increasing the area of penetration. Lisa turned around and saw the concentrated face of the “specialist”, whose gaze flickered from her body in her direction - the young man smiled as if nothing had happened and whispered insinuatingly: “Do you like it?”
Unexpectedly for herself, Lisa heard her own voice: “Yes, continue! Simply lovely!” However, it looks like this guy has not so much a desire to earn extra money as a desire to satisfy his lust by feeling the bodies of young accountants, secretaries, etc. She immediately remembered how, under various pretexts, he did not include two elderly and overweight employees in their health group, citing a time limit, how yesterday, during the first session, his movements seemed insufficiently professional to her, but she drove away this thought. Yes, and the duration of the massage yesterday seemed short to her, but when she looked at her watch, trying to understand how long the procedure lasted, Roman (as he introduced himself), as if guessing her thought, said: “We’ll finish for today, let me see you last tomorrow, this way I can pay more attention to you, taking into account your special back problems, and our time will not be limited." Yesterday she didn’t attach any significance to his words, but now the masseur’s true intention began to dawn on her. “Well, we are fools, of course!” - she thought. Then an article from a newspaper surfaced in my memory about a false gynecologist who examined the women of an entire village and then suddenly disappeared just as he had appeared.
She lowered her face down and felt her pulse involuntarily quicken and her breathing rhythm begin to falter. For some reason she didn’t feel ashamed; the initial thought that she had to jump up, get dressed and leave immediately got stuck in a sudden sweet languor in her body, which was also long-awaited. For a month and a half, Lisa and her husband slept in separate beds and practically did not speak. Or rather, Lisa herself turned on the “silence” and now if she had to talk to her husband, she did it in a dry, official tone with the utmost brevity. She suddenly had an incredible desire to fall into the arms of her husband, who was loved and hated by her now at the same time, but now it was not he who was nearby, but an almost unfamiliar man. “Why, exactly, is my loved one allowed to go for walks, but I can’t?” - Lisa decided with lightning speed that now, perhaps, she would go far with this dubious masseur Roman and this would be the best revenge for betrayal. She immediately realized that the floor of the building was already empty, all the employees were already on their way home and there was no need to fear that they would be caught. From such a sudden thought, the simplicity of paying her husband, she almost laughed out loud, the blood began to bubble in her temples, and a shiver of anticipation ran through her body. She no longer thought about the possibility of catching some kind of infection from a stranger, nor about the fact that after a disagreement with her husband she stopped using birth control pills, the thirst for revenge took possession of her.
At that moment, when Roman’s hands again went down to the buttocks, Lisa smoothly slightly spread her legs and slightly raised her pelvis above the table and moved forward, completely sliding her ass in a seductive thong from under the terry towel so as to allow the man to appreciate her charms. It took her considerable willpower to turn around, look straight into the eyes of the unceremonious young man and say:
- Do with me what you really came for.
Not expecting such a turn of events and not completely believing what was happening, the masseur, however, quickly got his bearings and deftly pulled off Lisa’s thong, throwing the terry towel on the floor. A wonderful sight opened before him, which he allowed himself to revel in for a minute: on the table lay a completely naked, beautiful woman with a gorgeous body, shining with copper from the cream and unequivocally calling him to decisive action. Soft, weightless strands of hair scattered across the table hid the wonderful face of their owner; the perfect shape of her back was emphasized by Lisa’s narrow waist. Unnaturally smooth legs of ideal proportions were spread apart and the pink lips of the vagina were swollen and mischievously peeked out from the curly hairstyle of brown hair, hidden in the deep crotch between two smooth balls of an ideally shaped ass, which between them rested a tight, untouched pinkish-brown sphincter ring. Covered with a web of blond hair, the skin of her body was shiny and had no flaws, only barely noticeable stretch marks in the lumbar region betrayed the age of its owner. Lisa's pretty, manicured fingers were pressed to her chest, which spread like coastal boulders on the table, she closed her eyes, preparing for anything.
"I understand you, my darling!" - this was the last articulate sound in the silence of the rest room, coming from the man. Then the whole action took place almost silently, only Roman’s bestial growls and Lisa’s sighs were heard. Roman pressed his lips between Lisa’s buttocks and furiously began to work with his tongue. He sucked in the woman’s juicy, hardening labia, while licking them with his tongue. Periodically, his tongue went from the pubis to the tailbone of Lisa, with which he drilled into her womb and anus ring. Lisa, gritting her teeth, tried to remain silent, to overcome the sudden surge of strong excitement, but her plaintive mooing became louder, from time to time, when Roman lost control of himself and gave vent to his teeth, lightly biting the fragrant flesh, thin screams were heard, like the squeak of a cornered mouse. A minute later she was flowing like a stream and soon the first powerful wave of orgasm hit her, after which she impatiently shouted to Roman: “Come on, insert me quickly! Fuck me, I’m yours!”
The miracle masseur had already managed to take off his pants by this time, and his swollen dick with a crimson tip was in full readiness. He jumped up on the table, lifted Lisa’s luxurious ass even more, tightly grabbed her waist with his muscular arms, almost squeezing her to the size of her spine, and with a roar “Oh-oh-oh!” plunged his penis into the womb, burning with excitement. With every second the pace of his movements increased, he tried to feel all the charm of the tender walls of Lisa’s vagina, tightly enveloping his shaft, changing the angle of attack, realizing that this was his rare luck, which was unlikely to happen again. It should be noted that Lisa’s vagina was very narrow, since she gave birth to her only daughter by Caesarean section, and therefore its girth was unusually tight, like that of a young girl. Considering that Lisa was furiously moving towards the adventurer’s thrusts, emitting plaintive chesty moans, it is not surprising that a minute later she felt how, under Roman’s victorious cry, she was filled from the inside with hot jets of sperm.
Their excitement was so great that they almost immediately restored the previous pace of movements, and Roman’s limp penis, not having time to slip out of the vagina, soon began to noticeably harden with each thrust and increase to its previous size. His palms now tightly squeezed and kneaded Lisa’s ass, and his thumbs came together on her anus ring. Roman noticed that after her orgasm it noticeably opened up and relaxed. With a smooth movement, he penetrated her glorious, almost virgin hole with both fingers, wet from pizdeishn.net discharge and cream. Lisa gasped, feeling pain only at the first moment, but continued to swing towards the desired ram. Leaning with one hand on the table and bending over as much as possible, overcoming the pain in her back, she grabbed her clitoris with the other and began to masturbate furiously. Roman enjoyed feeling the movements of the back of the penis with his fingers through the rectum, then, seizing the moment, he came out of her to immediately replace his fingers in the ass with his insatiable club, wet and slippery like a freshly caught fish. After several unsuccessful attempts, he succeeded; he watched with pleasure as his penis, like a boa constrictor crawling into a hole, stretched the virgin ass to enormous sizes. Lisa first felt pain, and then heat in her butt, which after the first tremors turned into a high of an unknown quality. Unexpectedly for herself, she felt even more intense excitement, she stretched her neck sideways and upward and merged with Roman in a long, all-consuming hickey. Roman held her by the neck and enjoyed Lisa’s sweet and tender mouth, while his penis plunged in and out, glistening with swollen veins, from the young woman’s treasury. Rhythmic with the thrusts of the penis, the tides of sweet sensations in Lisa’s ass, after inflating the tempo with the last strength of both to the point of madness, merged into a single ecstasy with the epicenter in the rectum, just as notes merge into a solid chord. The tsunami of orgasm that overtook Lisa made her howl and was accompanied by several waves of voluptuousness. The lovers' lips parted, and at the same time Roman began to ejaculate sperm, emptying his balls almost painfully. There was a mixed smell of male and female sweat and the aroma of feces in the air.
They lay motionless for a minute. Roman, like a lion that had caught its prey, embraced Lisa’s helpless, tired body with muscular arms and legs. Finally, he pulled his penis out of his ass, which slammed shut with a delicious sound, groaned and went down to the floor and, on stiff legs with fresh bruises on his knees, hobbled to the sofa, took a bottle of mineral water from his bag, took a sip, and asked Lisa, rinsing his penis in a large flower pot on the floor :
- I hope we will meet again, beauty?
After a pause caused by confusion and a surge of shame that gripped Lisa, cooling from passion, instead of an answer there was a plaintive request:
- Please, Romanchik, I beg you to go away and forget what happened! Please leave now! - she squeezed out and turned away from him to the window, continuing to lie motionless. Tears appeared in her eyes, either from the joy of the pleasure she had suffered, or from shame for what had happened.
The massage therapist, if he was one - it’s up to you to decide, was a person, if not intelligent, then at least understanding, shrugged his shoulders, quickly got dressed, grabbed his bag and left without saying goodbye. But on the table he left the money Lisa paid for the massage. No one saw him again.
Lisa got dressed and walked home, barely dragging her feet. For a couple of days, her clitoris ached, she felt the phantom of Roman’s penis in her ass and experienced some discomfort during bowel movements - the stretched sphincter refused to work as usual. But then everything, thank God, returned to normal. Just in case, Lisa was examined at the clinic for sexually transmitted diseases and, fortunately, the result was negative. And a week later she made peace with her husband. Well, somewhere later, after two or three months, a new facet appeared in the intimate side of their family life - mutually enjoyable anal sex. Who knows, but a year has passed since then, maybe that’s why her beloved, even from long business trips, now returns with balls full of sperm.