Indulging in pleasure at a private spa (3)

"Get lost, you're the masochist." I said irritably, my eyes half-open.

But in my heart, I agreed with him. I really needed to lose control. I thought of
things I didn't want to think about, and the purpose of coming to the spa. In fact, I might already be out of control... Further loss of control
would probably strengthen my control over my emotions.

I patiently continued to feel the boy's fingers moving inside my cavity.

The tingling, electric sensation from pinching my tailbone amplified the sensations in both my front and back. The wriggling fingers inside my cavity
teased the foreign object sensation in my anus through the hymen. It cleverly made both places feel at the same time. It was quite
clever, wasn't it?

But once the novelty wore off, it didn't seem so bad.

As my body completely relaxed, I gradually got used to the strange sensations inside. It wasn't particularly stimulating
, just a clever trick. In comparison, I still preferred the two times he hooked his fingers around my G-spot and vibrated and shook
it. That intense and rapid pleasure was what I wanted.

I easily straightened my legs, slightly parted, letting him do as he pleased. He chuckled lazily: "That's it? Trying to make
me lose control? Don't just talk the talk.

Looks like you're quite experienced."

The boy didn't answer me directly, continuing to crawl one finger inside my vagina while his other hand
poured more lubricant into my buttocks and cleft.

I was a little disappointed; it seemed his reverse psychology hadn't worked.

But I felt again the hand moving on my skin, its five fingertips gently gliding and
caressing my vulva from the inside of my thighs down. The slow, comfortable squeezing and stroking from my vulva, combined with the fingers wriggling inside
, provided incredibly lubricating stimulation to my labia and clitoris. It made my scalp tingle
.

The warm flow of vaginal fluid surged out along his fingers again.

This… is fine, I suppose.

I closed my eyes completely, slightly tightened my abdominal and knee muscles, and gently lifted my buttocks to meet
the gentle movements of his hand rubbing my vulva, moaning contentedly.

The boy said, "Sister, have you ever heard of a threesome?"

I didn't open my eyes: "Yeah."

"Have you ever done it?"

This question stirred up my memories. The frenzied experience in Buenos Aires made me slightly dazed,
and I forgot to move my buttocks. Finally, I sighed softly and said against my will, "No."

The boy laughed and said, "Looks like you have. Was it two dragons and one phoenix?"

I didn't answer but asked in return, "Why two dragons and one phoenix?"

"There's no why, I just feel that someone like you wouldn't serve a
man with other women."

I didn't say anything.

The boy stopped talking.

More essential oil was poured on my buttocks. Incredibly slippery hands rummaged between my legs, sometimes fast, sometimes
slow, with just the right amount of force. My vagina and inner thighs involuntarily tightened and relaxed, then tightened again. This
repeated several times until my scalp, hands, and feet were sore, numb, and weak, and I couldn't muster any energy. I could only lie there lazily, savoring
the intoxicating pleasure within me.

His fingers slid away from my buttocks.

I heard the boy say, "So beautiful."

I didn't understand what he meant by "so beautiful," but I didn't ask. I was enjoying the massage, feeling
like I was melting. I was too lazy to move or even open my mouth.

But as he spoke, the long, thin fingers that had been massaging my insides withdrew.

The instant the fingers left, my cavity felt empty again, and I suddenly felt a sense of loss.

I turned to see the boy take out a strip of pills. There were only two pills on it, blue and diamond-shaped. He squeezed one out and
swallowed it.

I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was finally coming, my heart pounding, feeling my cavity secreting
fluid again.

Feeling a little embarrassed, I made conversation: "You're so young, why are you taking pills?"

"I have no choice. The shop requires me to take pills; they have to satisfy the customers." His hand gently caressed my vulva, which was glistening with oil. His fingertips parted the labia, circling

around the edge of the overflowing vaginal opening .
Round and round.

Turning my head was a bit difficult, so I buried my head back in my arms: "Heh, then you'll have to try harder~"
My body was being caressed like that, my mind was a mess, my nipples were hard and poking at the massage bed, and my tone involuntarily
became sticky. I blush now when I think about it, wondering how I could have said that with
such .

The boy was very sincere: "Sis, I'll definitely try harder."

Then he mumbled something in a low voice, I didn't hear it clearly. But it seemed like he said, "Today I promise I'll fuck
you until you scream something?"

I didn't care.

The boy made me turn over and lie down again. Then he made me curl up and sit behind my butt.
He reached out and hugged my oily butt, pulling me into his arms
. I was suddenly in a head-down, butt-up position, being held in his arms. My oily, slippery butt bumped against his chest, almost knocking the boy over.
Two oily thighs parted limply to the sides, dangling in the air.

He exclaimed, "Such a big, white ass! It's really huge!"

I groaned, raising my hands to grasp my ankles, pulling them towards myself,
completely exposing my most private parts to him, letting the boy see everything.

His face approached my opening. His

eyes stared straight at me, deep and unfathomable. His

hot breath sprayed onto my labia, the heat seeming to penetrate deep into my cavity, causing the entire cavity wall
to twitch slightly.

It was an itch that reached the depths of my heart.

My lustful heart trembled.

I involuntarily curled my toes, waiting expectantly for him to bury his head and draw from the well of flesh before me. I knew
the viscous water inside was about to overflow. But suddenly, his hot breath moved away, turning to
the inside of my thighs, then moving all the way to my buttocks.

The sudden gain and loss left me feeling empty and restless. A little uncomfortable.

The boy gently bit me again, this time on my buttocks. Because they were covered in essential oil, they were hard...
His teeth slid across the taut skin of my buttocks, a slippery sensation. A strange, erotic feeling washed over me.

Then came his tongue.

I suppressed the itch in my heart and closed my eyes. That wet, warm movement
traveled from my buttocks towards my opening.

Almost there,

but then it changed direction, gliding past my perineum and drifting away in another direction.

The itch in my heart spread throughout my entire body. Especially my breasts, itchy and swollen, my nipples
even a little sore.

I groaned in dissatisfaction, squirming my buttocks in his arms.

Our skin was so slippery that he almost slipped away, quickly pulling me back into his embrace.

His tongue drew closer, but then quickly slid away again. Feeling helpless, I
gripped my ankles tightly, spreading my thighs wider under his mouth. Finally,
he took my labia into his mouth, teasing them with his tongue and gently tearing at them with his lips. His lips were strong, stimulating
my labia and clitoris.

I let out a satisfied sigh.

At this moment, the drug seemed to be taking effect. I felt my stomach heat up from the inside out, and my heart
burned with desire.

A large amount of vaginal fluid was uncontrollably secreted, constantly gushing from my opening. Streams of thick, hot fluid passed through
the tightly sealed plug that held my anus in place, then flowed down my buttocks, between my buttocks, onto my back,
and even down my spine and neck, into the towel covering my hair.

Suddenly, I remembered a joke my father used to tell me when I was little: he was eating a sugar triangle. He bit into it, and the juice dripped down his arm
, down to his elbow; so he lifted the triangle to lick his elbow, but the juice dripped all
over his back .

My lust overwhelmed my grief.

Now I didn't want to miss my family, I just wanted to be brutally fucked by this stranger.

I asked: "Is the drug working?" "

Not yet, sister." The boy continued to lick slowly.

But I was so sad. I groaned.

I gently arched my back, swaying my high-hanging buttocks. I used my clitoris and labia to find his mouth, his tongue,
demanding more intense stimulation. "

Use yours," I said to him. "I want you to put yours in."

He mumbled, "Don't rush, sister."

As my buttocks pressed against him, the boy's head pulled back slightly. I felt like I
was just a thin sheet of paper away from orgasm. So close, yet not quite there.

This half-hearted stimulation made me uncomfortable.

I loosened my ankles, propped myself up on my elbows, and commanded him: "No! I want you to do it with me!
Right !

" The boy lifted his face from between my legs.

His lower face was glistening, reflecting the light of my clitoris.

He freed one hand from his buttocks, grabbed one of my breasts, and gently rubbed it in circles. His fingers
pinched the tip of my nipple, gently moving them. The nipple was stimulated in this way, sending waves of tingling pleasure through me
. The pleasure coursed through my brain and spine, even affecting my arms, making it almost impossible for me to support myself.

The boy applied a little more pressure.

I could only follow his touch, moaning softly, and lie back down.

The boy continued licking my private parts, his hands grasping my breasts, his fingers digging into my nipples,
gently pinching the tips between his fingers. With his movements, the pleasure from my clitoris and nipples linked together,
waves of tingling sensations shooting up and down my spine.

"Sister, your breasts are so round and plump, so white, I wonder which brother-in-law will end up with them.

" I can't stand the word "breasts," finding it harsh and vulgar, but at this moment,
it sounded incredibly alluring and lewd.

I moaned, "Don't say such vulgar things, ah—" but couldn't finish my sentence.

Suddenly, the boy pinched my two firm nipples with his index fingers and thumbs, rapidly rubbing them back and forth with his thumbs
. This made half of my body go numb, sore and weak, like I'd been given vinegar. I
lost the ability to form words.

"Sister, look, your nipples are so hard."

I gasped, unable to resist pushing my breasts up to his hands, trying to accommodate more of the numbness.

A desperate emptiness surged through my burning cavity from the drug.

But then his hands left.

I opened my eyes, looking at him in confusion.

"Don't rush," the boy said, "there's still something to do. Sister, you have such a temper, I can't
rush things .

" In an instant, all my unfulfilled desires turned into anger that needed to be vented.

But the repeated teasing had drained me of too much strength.

I muttered angrily, "Just keep playing around."

The boy smiled at me, held my legs apart, and spread them wider. Then he picked up the bath sponge again,
lathered it with shower gel, and gently applied it to my mons pubis, beginning to slowly massage my vulva. I groaned comfortably
.

When I saw my pubic area covered in white foam, I saw the boy take out a small folding razor—the kind
used in old-fashioned barbershops—and begin gently shaving my pubic hair. I had expected a more
modern , but there wasn't one.

With a swishing sound, the cool razor slid across my pubic skin.

It was a unique kind of stimulation, making my whole body weak and tingling with a comfortable, numb sensation.

The hair on my mons pubis was quickly shaved clean. The razor then moved to the sides of my labia.

I watched the boy's movements closely. When he reached a particularly wrinkled area next to my labia, he gently pinched up
that and smoothed out the wrinkles. Just like that, a pinch, a stretch, and then the razor scraped very, very lightly. The movements
were fluid and incredibly skillful .

I suddenly thought of a butcher carving up an ox.

This boy was like a highly skilled chef, and I was like a fish lying on the cutting board, at his
mercy. He prepared me methodically and systematically. This step was like scaling a fish...

He quickly finished scaling both sides of my flesh and guided my hand to touch it.

To my surprise, my vulva was smooth and slippery, and touching it sent
a shiver down my spine.

The boy grinned at me, got up from behind me, and walked to the side of the massage bed. "

Come on, sister, put your legs together and lift them up, like this, okay, put them on my forearms."

I did as he said, hanging the backs of my legs on his outstretched forearms. The boy pushed
his arms flat towards my chest. I curled up, raising my buttocks high, exposing my anus
, which was plugged in.

Next, a pad was placed under my buttocks and waist, elevating my lower body and keeping my buttocks
upright.

The cool scraper began to scrape around my anus, circling the plug, carefully tracing
every fold.

I let out a soft moan, unable to describe the feeling.

Watching the boy busily working, my gaze softened unconsciously, and I suddenly felt an indescribable intimacy
. This is an area I can't reach when shaving myself, so my husband has to do it for me.

He's the only two men in my life to have done this for me.

The boy didn't look at me, but focused intently on my anus, gently working on it while asking, "Sister,
your pubic hair is so thick, so black and shiny, it looks so vibrant, your sex drive must be incredibly strong. Can your husband handle
it?"

I felt incredibly embarrassed and just hummed in response.

My vaginal fluid increased.

A moment later, the cold blade left, replaced by warm water washing around my anus.

Then came the soft, slippery feeling again; the boy's tongue roamed around the anal plug, it was so
slippery!

By this time, the drug must have fully taken effect. My stomach felt hot and warm, the heat seeping from my anus
into my uterus and vagina. There wasn't much stimulation, yet my vaginal fluid kept flowing, and because my buttocks were raised by the pad,
it continued to drip from my back into the towel covering my hair.

My mind was even starting to wander, I was dizzy and hot.

The boy's tongue was more agile than a razor, sliding over my freshly shaved, sensitive vulva and labia.
With each movement, the torment intensified.

"No."

I couldn't take it anymore and blurted out the vulgar words I couldn't bring myself to say: "Stop licking, I want ****, I want
you to fuck me with your ****."

The boy continued licking slowly and deliberately.

"Then I'll get started," he mumbled, "Sister, this is the first time I've had such a beautiful client.
I heard you were originally looking for number xx and number xx? Today is my day to enjoy myself."

Fire burned inside and inside me. I was too lazy to speak and just glared at him.

The boy kept staring at me, and seeing my glare, he suddenly touched my clitoris with the tip of his tongue,
then turned it and pressed harder.

I shuddered, my buttocks and thighs tensed up, I almost came.

His tongue left, and I breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little disappointed.

The boy casually patted my big buttocks twice. Compared to his initial respectful manner,
his behavior seemed much more unrestrained. "

Alright then. Sister, hold your legs tight."

So I held my legs with both hands, raising my legs high, my
labia and opening exposed because of the padding under my buttocks and waist.

I maintained this position until the boy put on a condom and knelt behind me. He looked down
at me, his glans parting my labia and pressing against my opening. Just that gentle touch made me itch from the inside out
, my legs trembling slightly.

"Sister, what did you want just now?" I didn't hear him clearly.

"****."

I said with my eyes closed, arching my back and rotating my opening to suck his glans. But as I stretched forward, he pulled back
, not letting me use any force. "

I want your ****."

(To be continued)

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