Fan service

I haven’t been very active here due to my work commitments but I am quite fortunate to have received messages from readers (is it too much to call you guys fans?) who have requested for me to massage you or your partners.

Apologies if I haven’t been able to reply to all of you (though sharing your telegram ID in the contact us form will expedite things *wink wink*).

I took a punt on this couple who approached me a couple of months back just for the fun of it. And the result was explosive.

I was approached by the husband, B, who wanted to arrange a yoni massage for his wife, C. Like many husbands, he was focused on ensuring his wife enjoyed herself to the fullest and opened herself to new things. Unlike most couples, he didn’t take long to confirm and within 2-3 days, I was in their hotel room in the city, face to face with them.

They were in their mid to late 40s. B, a tall professional in good shape and C, a petite and slim lady who kept her good looks of her youth. She was still very pretty and B was always reminding me of how much of a milf she was. B did most of the talking and offered me a glass of red to white I obliged dutifully. The first 30 mins was just us chilling, talking about what to expect during the massage but also me sharing some stories that would make be making its way to this blog in the future.

After I polished off my glass, it was time for the deed. C was quiet and low key nervous but hid it pretty well. B left us to our devices by stepping out for a smoke. It was just C and I – her slim nude body laid down on the mattress while I was back to doing my first massage in months in my boxers.

Holding back

We struck a rapport by having a casual conversation about her day, her job and other small talk. It was all in a bid to relax her while I carried out the Swedish massage all across her back and hips. We started talking like old friends but I was worried that her body wasn’t responding to the teasing; C just seemed a little meh to my hands.

“I brought lube as I don’t know if I will be wet. Maybe I am not as wet as I used to be in my younger days,” she said sheepishly. I was a little disappointed when I heard this. Perhaps it was my ego that was bruised assuming I wasn’t doing a good job. But I had to persist and make sure C still had a good time.

While teasing her inner thighs, I didn’t feel the wet warmth of her juices flowing down the slit. This was gonna be a long night, I thought to myself.

I turned her around to face up and again, she looked a bit constraint and nervous. Could my presence alone with her cause her to tense up and not enjoy her session, I pondered. My massages across her tits weren’t getting her engines going neither so it was all down to the yoni.

Floodgates opened

I started rubbing her vulve in a clockwise circular motion to get her juices flowing, and finally, it started taking effect on C. Her face flushed and her body relaxed while her eyes started staring blankly into the ceilings. A tease and pinch of her labias escalated things as her breathing got heavy. My worries about using lube dispersed as C moistened up down her slit.

I lightly kneaded her vulva in an upward motion, over her engorging clit, and things started to change. C started moaning with every knead – she was never this vocal. I saddled up next to her and then gave her the scout’s finger salute. I had my middle finger draped across the slit while the ring and index finger rested on the outside of the vulva – I then put pressure down and slid and massaged these fingers up and down her pussy.

C went wild. I knew I hit the jackpot – she loved the scout’s salute. Her breath started shuddering, out of her control. Her hips writhed in agonizing pleasure as I controlled the speed and pressure on her now wet and plump pussy. She was incoherent, and I loved it.

I kept a steady pace as C was building up to something. With every stroke, her pussy was sloshing and C was gripping me tighter and tighter. I was not gonna let up. We haven’t even begun fingering her and I wanted her to explode from this alone.

“I’m cu.. gonna cum… please.. oh.. oh no…”

C couldn’t finish her words and before you knew it, her hips jerked upwards and her thighs clamped on my hand. Waves of pleasure swept through her and I could feel her muscles tensing up as she hit her climax. As her body relaxed, I noticed her hand slipping down my boxers….

C’s first squirt

Her body was ready for more pleasure. I placed myself between her legs and slipped a finger in. As per usual, I warmed her up by creating a circular motion with my finger, activating the nerves around the entire vagina.

I wasted no time in slipping in a second finger and curled them up to rub her g-spot. C’s eyes lit up again and she took in a large intake of breath. Her mouth opened, she sat up and stared at me out of shock. Clearly C never felt that before.

“Are you ok? Did I hurt you?” I asked.

“No, I just never any thing like this” she replied.

I motioned her to lay back down as I kept the rhythm steady. Stroke after stroke I rubbed her g-spot as her hands combed thru her hair and face. She was in ecstacy as she had never had her g-spot rubbed for the duration of her 40+ years.

This mama was in for a treat. As I continued rubbing, I started hearing a wet, slurping and sloshing sound. She was ready and close. I changed my angle and returned to lay by her side as my right hand was locked around her pussy. I quickened the pace and her hands started roaming to my engorged member – stroking it frantically as she needed an outlet for her first big orgasm.

I spread her legs wide to stretch her vaginal walls as much as I could for a deeper thrust.

Very soon I felt it, a stream of squirt was flowing down my hands, creating a mini waterfall as her pussy pulsed around my fingers. She was in a trance and was tugging hard on my cock. The harder she tugged, the harder I dug my fingers into her g-spot. It was a beautiful moment for her I didn’t want it to stop.

She created a wet patch on the bed.

“Oh my god is that me squirting?” C said, embarrassed.

“Haha yes it is. How did it feel, squirting for the first time?” I asked.

“It all felt very intense, my orgasm. But I never felt like I was leaking any liquids. I wish my husband could see this,” C replied.

“Maybe you’ll feel more now. I’m not done with you yet…”.

I was eager to make sure her husband would see a massive patch when he returned from his long smoke break.

Things escalated quickly

C came, time and time again, at my hands and the patch just got bigger and bigger. After being shy at the start, C was now ordering me to remove my boxers so that she had a better handle of my engorged member. She even swiped off my pre-cum from my tip with her finger and licked it like a slut.

Something changed in her. This shy mummy was a full blown slut now. Just as she licked my pre-cum, her husband came back and she was keen to show him the mess she made. He didn’t seem fazed but encouraged her to enjoy herself. He sat a couple of metres away and observed the show.

This time, she wanted to service me in front of B. She got me to lay down and sucked and slurped my hard 6 incher. C was going to get that cum out from me, one way or another. Her mouth alternated between my nipples and my cock which felt like heaven to me.

C wasn’t keen on just one cock. She needed another. She told me to wait at the bed as she turned her attention to B. C quickly undressed her hubby and made a beeline for his hard cock. He too loved the attention he got on his nipples and C started running the show.

B and I were laid next to each other as she alternated between stroking our cocks and sucking them. B couldn’t wait any longer and had her bend over to suck me while he crept up behind her and pummelled her pussy good.

C had been dying for this MMF. Her wet pussy sloshing with her cum, B’s hard thrusts and her mouth clamping over my big cock. She was in autopilot mode, and everything was a blur. Soon, she motioned me to fuck her instead.

It was B’s turn to rest as he sat against the headboard. C crawled up his chest and sucked his nipples while stroking him. I took no second invitation and plunged my cock into her throbbing cunt. So tight for a mommy. Her small ass looked lovely engulfing my cock as I buried myself deep in her pussy. C deserved to get fucked hard and I had no qualms grabbing her slim hips and pulling them into my pelvis. She was going to feel every inch.

After what felt like an eternity, she wanted to be rewarded with cum all over. She motioned me to lay back down next to B. She attacked my nipples again while giving me a handjob that was out of this world. Her sexy moans got me wild and before I knew it, I was cumming in her hands. Ropes of hot cum just shot into her tiny left hand as she tantalized my nipples with her tongue.

C gave me a naughty look as I made a mess out of her left hand. Her right didn’t stop stroking her husband’s member. She then turned her attention to her husband’s nipples and within minutes, her right hand was all covered in hot, sticky goo too.

Her reward, both hands covered in hot cum, still clenched on our now spent cocks. We were all breathing hard from a massage turned MMF. How did it come to this?

I don’t know but perhaps I’ll be seeing B & C more often for more escapades with this couple.