Page 65 of The Facilitator: Part 3
The therapist picked up one of the candles. She blew it out and placed it in a small bowl of cold water. When she thought it cool enough, she tipped the oil onto Lauren’s chest. The candles were made with essential oils, perfect for massages, so I’d been told. The therapist stood at Lauren’s head and smoothed the oil over her chest and breasts. She smeared up and over her shoulders, her neck and then her jaw. She repeated the process, spending time over the breasts and nipples. Lauren turned her head to look at me. I could see her breathing rate increase, she opened her mouth a little to take in some air. At the same time, more oil was poured over her stomach.
I placed my champagne flute to one side and opened my robe. I wrapped my hand around my cock and gently stroked as I watched the therapist slide her hands over Lauren’s stomach. She kneaded her flesh, rolling her muscles, moving her hands lower. She smoothed oil over her hips, working into the top of her thighs. She placed her palms on Lauren’s inner thighs and gently parted her legs.
Lauren’s breath hitched when oil was poured over her pussy and it was swept over her opening. The therapist used her hands alternatively to start between Lauren’s thighs and drag the oil up and over her pubis. Iwatched Lauren shiver and a small moan left her lips. When she had said she wanted a massage, she was getting afullbody one.
I moved my chair to be nearer to Lauren’s head and she smiled when she saw me pleasuring myself. She reached out but I was just out of reach. She chuckled. I coated my thumb with my precum and ran that over her lips, she licked and gently moaned. The therapist moved to stand at Lauren’s feet. She poured oil between her toes, rubbing the soles of her feet, her ankles, and then her calves. She repeated her motion of sliding up between her thighs and just skimming her opening before moving over her hips. That time, she slid her hands under Lauren’s ass, lifting her hips at the same time. Her fingers ran down between her ass cheeks. She squeezed the flesh heating her skin.
The room was hot from both the temperature and our bodies. Lauren had a flush that covered her chest, neck, and then extended up to her cheeks. The room was humid, already my hair had stuck to my forehead and I reached over to remove some strands that had come loose and stuck to her cheek. She had her eyes closed but she leaned into my touch. A smile twitched on her lips as she lay and absorbed the sensations.
For a moment I watched the therapist sweep her oily hands over Lauren’s skin and I wanted to be a part of that. I stood, letting my robe fall. Lauren reached outfor my cock as I stepped closer. I let her wrap her hand around my silky shaft as the therapist poured hot oil into my palms. I covered Lauren’s hand with one of mine, allowing the oil to seep through my fingers and hers, and I hissed in a breath as the heat spread to my cock.
“Baby,” I whispered, as she resumed her movements.
I placed both my hands on her stomach and for a moment I held them still, looking at the smooth skin and the small scars from injury or surgery over the years. That small stomach had held my child and I swallowed hard as I moved my hands, circling and spreading more hot oil. I felt a tear prick in my eye and blinked it back. I leaned down, running my tongue around her nipple tasting her perfumed skin and feeling it harden more under my touch. She gently moaned.
Four hands swept over her skin, heating it, spreading oil until her body was slick and it was time to attend to her back.
“Please turn over,” the therapist said.
I chuckled when Lauren moaned and it was with disappointment rather than pleasure as she had to let go of my cock.
As before, the hot oil was poured from the candle, along with wax that, at first, made her wince, but that wince turned to moans of pleasure when I took one of the candles and tipped the melted contents down the crack of her ass. While her back and shoulders weremassaged, I climbed on the bed between her parted legs and took charge of her ass. I squeezed, massaged, slipped oily fingers inside her asshole and removed them before she could come. She cursed and moaned.
“Tonight,” she whispered, and for a moment I paused, not sure what she meant. “Tonight, you get my arse.”
I looked up at the therapist and nodded to the door. She bowed her head just once and left.
“Are you sure?” I whispered back. Lauren nodded.
“Before I change my mind,” she said, adding a nervous chuckle.
She’d allowed me to ‘train’ her ass over the past few months. I’d finger her, use a butt plug and a small vibrator, she’d never been comfortable with me fucking her ass.
“I mean it, Mackenzie.” She pulled herself up on all fours and looked over her shoulder at me. “I’m so fucking wet, I need you so fucking badly that youfuckingme won’t be enough. Please, do it.”
I kneeled up and rubbed more oil over her ass. I placed two fingers inside her, stretching and preparing. She moaned and pushed back against me. She mumbled and I thought I’d heard her say, “more.” I removed my fingers.
I lined my cock up with her hole and very gentlypushed in. She took in a deep breath and I waited. When she slowly exhaled, I pushed in a little more. We did this a couple of times until I thought she’d relaxed enough. She nodded and I very gently rocked against her. She had been gripping the edges of the bed and I watched her hands relax. I saw the tension release from her shoulders and her breathing accelerate. She moaned some more.
“Oh, boy,” I heard her say and I smiled.
It had become a standing joke when I’d told her I’d fuck her ass one day and she’d reply with ‘never.’Neverhad come and just the thought that she was willing to do this with me was overwhelming. I didn’t care if I fucked her ass or pussy, I wanted to be inside her. But anal was, for me, more intimate, and a show of absolute trust. She truly gave herself to me and for the second time, tears pricked at my eyes. I held her hips and closed my eyes, not just to hold back the tears, but to savor the moment. The feeling of tightness as her muscles clamped around my cock was divine. I reached around to swipe my fingers over her pussy, and as she’d said, she was dripping.
She cried out and I rocked a little harder. She moaned some more, demanding as she pushed back against me and I held myself in check, although I could have let go, such was the desire coursing through my veins. I didn’t want to hurt her, though.
It was both torturous and agonizing. It was the most pleasurable experience I’d had with her.
Lauren started to pant, she dipped her back, arching her shoulders back, and raised her head. She cried out and I felt her pussy clamp around my fingers, she was going to come. I finger fucked her hard, I slid in and out of her ass faster. Sweat ran down my cheeks, dripping onto her slick skin and stinging my eyes as it caught on my lashes. I was desperately holding back myself. She screamed out my name and I felt her come around my fingers. I pulled my cock from her ass and spurted my cum over her back. I wanted to see that milky fluid run over her skin.
She slumped to the bed and I did the same, landing on top of her. She struggled to catch her breath but I didn’t have the energy to move, eventually, I rolled to the side.
“Sweet Jesus, Mackenzie. Why didn’t you insist I do this earlier?” she said, smiling at me. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks reddened from her orgasm, and her lips dry.
I laughed, and grabbed the back of her head. I pulled her face closer to mine so I could kiss her, wetting those lips for her. She slid across my body and cupped my face with her hands. Her kiss was demanding. When she pulled her lips from mine, she trailed themover my jaw and down the side of my neck. She nipped at my earlobe.
“I want you inside me,” she said slowly, and pronouncing each word. It was enough to have me hard and she’d felt that.
“And you shall, in just a minute,” I replied. I slid from the bed and washed my cock in the small cloakroom. I could hear Lauren shifting on the massage bed and I smiled.
