I never thought in my wildest fantasies that things would have evolved to this degree. Well, they did, and here’s Part 6. Below, you can read up on Part 5 and backdate to the original Part 1.

https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1h85bvt/i_f_wore_a_thong_and_asked_my_sports_therapist_m/

Fuck, okay, I can barely contain my excitement. Let’s go.

I’ve become more and more aroused in sharing this on GWS. I read every comment and it’s insane how as soon as this was in progress, albeit in the moment, my thoughts were, “I can’t miss a fucking detail… I’ll have to share it all.”

I’d planted the seed. The idea of another man, going a step further and fucking my ass. My confidence around him is sky high. I know he practically worshipped my ass. The sexual tension built and built, until finally, I got fucked exactly like I wanted.

I arrived again in his massage room. My usual one-hour slot. This time, I figured, hey, I’m not even watching the clock now. I wanted to place that in his hands. Although I LOVE panties, and I believe they turn guys on massively, I stripped down naked for the massage.

My thoughts were, “he wants round two. He’ll break first. He needs my pussy.”

Admittedly, we were not even 5 minutes in, and guess who broke first?

Yup, with hard nipples and glistening wet pussy lips, I caved.

“Please, I need more. I’ve masturbated over you and this whole scenario so many times.” I couldn’t help but confess.

I was getting ready to go into pure submissive mode.

“Some things you mentioned last time really got me going.” He said.

“The idea of you and another guy ticking something off my bucket list?” I responded smiling, with my cheek on the bed, laid on my front.

This was the first time that I noticed he couldn’t keep his actual massaging rhythm.

“You’re fucking hard, aren’t you? Where is he then?” I smiled.

Okay, perhaps I went in too hard with the desire of getting my mouth and pussy filled. He’s friends with gym guys and surely he’d have somebody that’d love to get into a threesome.

His response; “I’m into that fantasy. It’s this that I want though.”

He pulled the towel down from my cheeks, throwing it to the floor in a ball, and spanked my ass.

“You don’t have the right oil for it though.” I said.

I got off the bed, purposefully bent over to reach something from my bag.

“Close your eyes, it’ll be worth it.” I said in my best seductive tone.

I stood facing him, smiling, naked and more than fucking willing to take every inch he had. In reality, he’s SUCH a big cummer, that I wondered if he’d be too much for my booty.

I spun around, asking, “did you see it?”

I could tell he didn’t know where to look. I did it again, in slow mo. My cheeks are really quite thick, so I stood facing away, spread one a little, and it clicked.

A fluorescent butt plug. I urged him, “now, back to the massage, my lower back’s tight.”

I suddenly held the power again. I had visions of him jerking off with one hand and trying to massage me with the other.

Face down on the table, I knew I was getting wetter and wetter. I felt his hand move my legs apart. His finger navigated my clit underneath and I asked if he could put a pillow underneath my hips, plumping my ass up.

The butt plug became far too much for him to resist. I joked that I needed my whole massage first. I knew I was the object of lust and fucking adored it anyway.

Two fingers entered, and my heart was racing. Holyyyy fuckkkk. Okay, my mouth was watering for his cock.

“Come put it in my mouth. The table’s cock-level anyway.” I dictated in a horny flurry.

I got my wish. In fact, I got a rock hard, pre-cum oozing wish, and it went straight into my mouth. My tongue swirled the back of his head. He reached over, spanking my cheeks. I sucked his dick like a sex deprived nympho. Minutes passed by, he pulled away twice, being close to cumming. I flirted that once he cums, that’s it, massage over.

“What would it take for me to stick it in there?” He asked half-tentatively.

I reminded him it’s an enjoyment of mine, pointing towards my bag. I got up, discretely took the plug out and placed it in a tissue.

“You’ve got full access. Warm me up properly… That thing’s a fucking thick handful.” I said.

The thing is, I don’t even swear much, although I find it comes out of me when I’m outrageously horny.

I got into doggy on the bed. Anal lube, specific for relaxing my bootyhole, flirted its way around the outside. Ughhh… Streaming wet, borderline needy and now practically, okay, begging for it. I’ll admit, I was weak for him.

Ever so slowly, he inserted. A confession left his mouth, “I’ve never done this before.” Fuck, okay, EVEN WETTER now. I’m his first. I want to be his best. I need my cheeks to be the ones that he remembers.

I felt an overwhelming surge of pleasure, like, almost hard to describe. I’m no stranger to anal, however, it’s infrequent.

“It’s literally the fucking best it’s EVER felt.” I confessed.

We were fucking. Writing this, I smile, as I lost track of time. I couldn’t see his little clock. What was initially close to 10-minutes of slow, sensual anal, became, “fuck my ass harder. Come on. Fucking give it to me.”

I write this with a partially red and embarrassed face as I can acknowledge how intensely I needed it up my ass. The whole narrative. He’s my MASSAGE GUYT!? How the hell did this go from harmless, ‘professional’ encounters, to…

In the heat of it, I felt myself getting closer and closer. Time had gone away from us. He urged me to be quiet and I couldn’t. Again, urging me to, I disobeyed.

My mouth was covered with his hand as he leaned over, fucking me deep. It felt extra naughty. I came so fucking hard. My body was shaking and I feared for the stability of his massage bed.

Wanting to continue with doggy, he panicked, saying he’d have a client outside waiting, albeit a little early.

I needed to cum again. His first orgasm, delayed due to little bursts of slow rhythm mixed with strong, hard fucking.

Finally, and bravo for holding his load, he gushed, “where can I cum?”

I didn’t want him pulling out rapidly. Instead, I whispered, “my ass, in my ass.”

And it happened. He held back on the moans as I scratched the sides of his massage bed with my long nails. Not pulling out for a while, it continued to throb. It felt fucking spectacular.

“You lasted SO long.” I complimented.

“Check the time.” He said, half panicky.

Omg. Okay, I had to quickly reach for some tissues. I also got my clothes on asap. I didn’t even check my make up or hair in my hand mirror.

As I left, having agreed to see him in the next fortnight, my face screamed, “just got fucked so good.”

His next client, an attractive gym girl in her mid-20s, gave me this look up and down. I smiled, not making eye contact as I sensed the, “what the fuckkkkk” written all over her face.

Getting back to my car, I checked myself in the mirror, literally saying out loud, “o m f g.”

With sex hair, partially smeared make-up and a hugely satisfied pair of cheeks, I bit my lip, thinking, “I’ll do anything to have more than one next time.”