A new massage place..?

Amber stretched lazily on her bed, the soft cotton sheets caressing her skin. She wore a pair of loose, light blue pajama pants that clung to her legs just enough to hint at their shapeliness. Her top was a simple, oversized white t-shirt that draped over her braless breasts, the fabric slightly transparent in the afternoon light, revealing the soft curves beneath. Her red, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face with its rebellious flair. Her green eyes, highlighted by subtle eyeliner, sparkled with a mix of relief and contemplation.

As she lay there, Amber's mind wandered through the whirlwind of sexual encounters she had experienced this semester. The memory of Hugh's crude advances and his **** pleas for just a touch replayed in her mind. She remembered the intense, rough sex with Dele, the gang leader who left her both exhilarated and terrified. The guard at the police station, with his disgusting yet oddly thrilling advances, and even Oswald, the bumbling blackmailer who ended up being more pathetic than threatening. Each encounter had left its mark, not just physically but emotionally and mentally.

Her phone buzzed on the bedside table, pulling her from her reverie. She picked it up and saw a message from an unknown number. It was a digital flyer advertising a masseuse service. Curious, she opened it and read the details. The flyer was amateurish but intriguing, featuring a stock photo of a serene massage session. Before she could respond, another message came through.

"Hey Amber, it's Hugh. I'm now an official masseuse. Thought you might want to tell your friends about it," the message read.

Amber chuckled, imagining Hugh's sleazy grin behind the screen. "Oh really? And what makes you think I need a massage?" she texted back, unable to resist teasing him.

"Everyone needs a massage, Amber. Especially after a stressful week like yours," Hugh replied quickly. "And guess what? You can get yours for free."

Amber rolled her eyes but couldn't help feeling a flutter of excitement. "Free, huh? Where's this magical massage parlor located?"

"For now, it's at my house. You know where it is," Hugh responded, adding a winking emoji.

Amber's heart skipped a beat as she remembered the last time she was in his house. The messy apartment filled with porn magazines and posters, the **** look in his eyes as he pleaded with her. She wriggled her feet under the covers, feeling a strange mix of apprehension and anticipation.

"Alright, Hugh. I'll come by later," she texted, her fingers tingling with excitement.

After sending the message, Amber got out of bed and began to prepare. She chose a comfortable outfit: a pair of tight, black leggings that accentuated her long legs and a fitted, off-the-shoulder sweater that hugged her curves. She applied a light layer of makeup, enhancing her natural beauty without going overboard. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she felt a surge of confidence. She was no longer the same girl who had been so easily startled and manipulated. This semester had changed her, for better or worse and made her stronger and more aware of her own desires.

With a final glance in the mirror, Amber grabbed her bag and headed out the door. The walk to Hugh's apartment was short, but her mind raced with thoughts of what might happen. Would he try to seduce her again? Or would he actually stick to giving her a massage? Either way, she was determined to enjoy herself and see where the night took her.

When she arrived at Hugh's apartment, she hesitated for a moment before knocking. The door swung open almost immediately, revealing Hugh standing there with a sheepish smile. He looked the same as she remembered: old, fat, and ugly, but there was something different in his eyes. They were softer, less predatory.

"Amber, come in," he said, stepping aside to let her pass.

She entered the familiar chaos of his apartment, the air thick with the scent of old paper and sweat.

The massage table was indeed set up in the living room, surrounded by candles that flickered weakly, doing little to mask the grime and chaos of Hugh's apartment. The posters on the walls, remnants of his crude fantasies, seemed to leer at her as she took in the scene. Amber's eyes flicked back to Hugh, who was watching her with an unreadable expression.

"You know," she began, a mischievous glint in her eye, "I'm not on the pill, and today is a really dangerous day. So, you know, sex is off the table." She said it with a playful tone, but there was a kernel of truth in her words—she wanted to see how Hugh would react.

Hugh's face softened, and he chuckled lightly. "Don't worry, Amber. A massage is just a massage. You can put on your bikini and lie belly down on the table." He paused, then added, "Or if you don't have one, you could just... lie naked."

Amber raised an eyebrow, feeling a thrill run through her. "Hmm, I don't want to dirty my bikini with all that massage oil," she teased, her voice dripping with flirtation. "So, I guess naked it is."

Without waiting for his response, she began to undress, letting her clothes fall to the floor. Her confidence was palpable as she stood before him, completely exposed. Hugh's eyes widened slightly, but he quickly composed himself, gesturing for her to lie down on the table.

As she settled onto the cool surface, lying face down, she felt a mix of anticipation and curiosity. What would Hugh do now? Would he try something, or would he actually keep his word? The tension in the room was electric, and Amber couldn't help but smile to herself. This was going to be interesting.

Hugh grabbed a bottle of massage oil from the side table, his fingers fumbling slightly as he twisted off the cap. He began to pour the warm oil onto Amber's back, the liquid sliding down her skin with a sensual slowness that made her arch her back involuntarily. The heat of the oil against her bare flesh sent shivers through her body, a mix of discomfort and excitement.

"Easy there," Hugh murmured, his voice low and soothing as he continued to drizzle the oil over her. "Just relax."

Amber felt the oil pooling around her waist, then watched as Hugh poured an especially generous amount onto her buttocks. The sensation was overwhelming, making her squirm beneath him. She could feel the slick substance seeping between her cheeks, coating her in its warmth.

Without warning, Hugh climbed onto the table, positioning himself on top of her. Amber felt his weight press down on her, and more significantly, she felt his bare dick brush against her butt. The contact was electric, sending a jolt of arousal through her body.

"Hey, remember our deal?" Amber said, her voice tinged with both amusement and caution. "No sex."

Hugh chuckled softly, leaning closer so his breath tickled her ear. "Relax, Amber. It's just a massage. I took off my clothes so I wouldn't get oil all over them. You don't mind, do you? After all, you've done way more than touch before."

Amber's mind flashed back to their previous encounter, the intensity of their passion, the raw energy that had driven them both. She shivered, not from cold, but from the memory and the thrill it brought. She could feel her body responding to Hugh's proximity, her skin tingling where his hands hadn't even touched yet.

"Alright," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Just... keep your hands where they belong."

Hugh's response was a low, knowing laugh as he finally began to massage the oil into her skin, his hands moving with surprising skill. Amber closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the sensations, the memories, and the undeniable chemistry that still simmered between them.

Hugh's hands moved with a practiced rhythm, his fingers digging into Amber's tense muscles. He started at her shoulders, kneading the knots away with firm, deliberate strokes. The oil made his touch slick and warm, each movement gliding effortlessly over her skin. Amber couldn't help but moan softly as the tension melted away, replaced by a growing arousal that pooled low in her belly.

"You like that, don't you?" Hugh whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Such a tight little thing, all wound up."

Amber shivered, the dirty innuendos and sleazy compliments sending a thrill through her. His words were crude, but they ignited something deep within her, making her feel both desired and dangerous.

Hugh's hands trailed down her back, skimming over her spine with tantalizing slowness. When he reached her hips, he paused, his thumbs pressing into the sensitive flesh just above her buttocks. Amber bit her lip, trying to stifle another moan, but it escaped anyway, a soft, needy sound.

"So responsive," Hugh murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You love this, don't you? Getting touched, getting turned on."

Before she could respond, he leaned in and gently bit her shoulder, just hard enough to leave a mark. Amber gasped, the sharp sensation mingling with the pleasure of his massage. He repeated the action along her neck, then down her back, each bite leaving a trail of tingling heat.

"Do you bite every one of your clients like this?" Amber asked, her voice shaky with excitement.

Hugh chuckled, the sound dark and intimate. "Only the ones I want to leave my mark in," he replied, his teeth grazing the curve of her lower back.

Amber's mind raced as she considered the implication of his words. Leave the mark inside her? He sure was a helpless pervert, but there was something undeniably thrilling about it. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, mixing with the sensations of his massage.

The massage continued, Hugh's hands moving with practiced precision. He worked his way down her legs, kneading the muscles with firm, steady strokes. Amber found herself lost in the feeling, her body responding eagerly to his touch. Each stroke of his hands sent waves of pleasure through her, making her forget the world outside Hugh's chaotic apartment.

As he massaged her thighs, Hugh's fingers occasionally brushed against the sensitive skin between her legs. Each accidental touch made Amber's breath hitch, her body tensing with anticipation. She could feel her arousal growing, pooling low in her belly, making her crave more of his touch.

"You're so tight," Hugh murmured, his voice husky with desire. "All those exams this semester must have left you wound up."

Amber bit her lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape. "Maybe," she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement. "But you knows how to unwind me."

Hugh's hands moved back up to her hips, his thumbs pressing into the sensitive flesh just above her buttocks once more. This time, he didn't stop at her hips. His fingers trailed down, skimming over the curve of her ass, before dipping lower, brushing against the slick folds of her sex.

Amber gasped, her body arching involuntarily at the contact. "Hugh..." she breathed, her voice laced with both warning and desire.

He chuckled again, the sound dark and possessive. "Relax, Amber. Just enjoy it.

Hugh's hands continued their rhythmic dance across Amber's skin, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through her body. Just as she was sinking deeper into the sensations, Hugh leaned in and gently bit her earlobe. The sharp, unexpected sensation made Amber's body jerk with a mix of surprise and delight. She let out a soft, involuntary moan, her hips instinctively moving against the table in response to the pleasure.

Hugh shifted his position slightly, positioning himself between her legs. Without any warning, he thrust his entire length inside her. The sudden penetration was overwhelming, but there was no resistance. Amber's body welcomed him eagerly, her muscles clenching around his shaft as she gasped for breath.

He chuckled darkly, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

With each thrust, Hugh pushed deeper, his movements becoming more urgent. Amber's body responded instinctively, her hips rising to meet his, the pleasure building with each passing second. The sensation of his full length inside her was intoxicating, making her forget everything else. All that mattered was the raw, primal connection between them.

Hugh's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more forceful

As the pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak, Amber's mind went blank, consumed by the sensations coursing through her body. She clung to the edge of the massage table, her fingers digging into the cool surface as she surrendered completely to the moment.

In that instant, all thoughts of resistance or caution vanished. There was only the raw, unfiltered pleasure of being claimed by Hugh, of feeling his dominance and her own undeniable desire.

Hugh's thrusts grew more insistent, his body slick with sweat as he pounded into Amber. She lay beneath him, her body a tableau of raw sensuality—her legs spread wide, her ass rising to meet each of his powerful strokes. Her muscles contracted rhythmically around his shaft, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through her core. Sweat glistened on her skin, mingling with the massage oil, making her hair cling damply to her forehead and neck. Her red waves, usually so wild and untamed, now clung to her face and shoulders, framing her flushed features in a way that made her look both **** and incredibly alluring.

"You're such a dirty little thing," Hugh growled, his voice dripping with sleazy admiration. "Taking it like a pro. Bet you love having a real man inside you, don't you?" His words were crude, but they ignited a fire within Amber, making her feel both desired and dangerous.

"Oh, Hugh," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "Just... keep going."

He chuckled darkly, his hands gripping her hips tighter. "That's right, baby. Take it all. You know you want it."

Amber's body tensed as she felt the first waves of her orgasm building. The sensations were overwhelming, her muscles clenching around Hugh's shaft as she approached the edge. With one final, powerful thrust, Hugh pushed her over the precipice, and she cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure. The intensity of her orgasm left her breathless, her entire body trembling as the waves of ecstasy washed over her.

As she came down from her high, Hugh leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "You know what I fantasize about, Amber? Making you mine. Claiming every inch of you. Marking you so everyone knows you're taken." His words were possessive, filled with a dark desire that sent another shiver through her.

Amber's body responded instinctively, her arousal reigniting as Hugh continued to thrust into her. The combination of his crude fantasies and the relentless pleasure sent her spiraling toward another orgasm. This time, it was even more intense, her body arching off the table as she screamed his name, lost in the throes of passion.

Amber was spent, her body glistening with sweat and oil, her hair a tangled mess around her face. Hugh pulled out slowly, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he watched her recover. "I'll show you just how much of a mark i can leave in you."

Hugh pushed himself deep inside Amber once more, his hips grinding against her buttocks with a relentless ****. The friction and pressure were intense, driving Amber to the brink almost immediately. As he felt his climax approaching, Hugh's movements grew erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

With one final, powerful thrust, Hugh released himself deeply inside Amber, his seed pouring into her as she let out a scream of pleasure that echoed through the room. The sensation was overwhelming, each pulse of his ejaculation sending shockwaves of ecstasy through her body. Amber's muscles clenched convulsively around him, drawing out every last drop of his release.

Exhausted and overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience, Amber could barely move. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with residual pleasure. She shifted positions, seeking a more comfortable way to breathe. Lying on her back, she gasped for air, her chest heaving with each breath. Her voice was hoarse from screaming, and her throat felt parched and raw.

But Hugh wasn't done. With a predatory grin, he positioned himself between her legs again, his erection unflagging. Without hesitation, he penetrated her once more, this time even harder than before. The initial pain of being stretched again so soon was quickly overpowered by the sheer pleasure of his intrusion.

Amber tried to speak, to protest or even just to moan, but her voice failed her. All she could do was lie there, helplessly surrendering to the waves of sensation coursing through her body. Hugh's thrusts were brutal and unrelenting, each one pushing her closer to the edge.

Within moments, Amber was spiraling toward another orgasm. Her body tensed, her nails digging into the table as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her vision blurred, and all sound faded into a distant hum as she lost herself completely.

Just as she thought she couldn't take any more, Hugh increased the pace even further, pounding into her with a vicious ferocity. With a cry that was part pleasure, part agony, he came inside her once more, his hips bucking wildly as he emptied himself completely.

The dual sensations of Hugh's second ejaculation and her own climax sent Amber hurtling into yet another peak of pleasure. Her entire body convulsed uncontrollably, the **** of her orgasm rendering her utterly immobile. She lay there, spent and sated, feeling Hugh's seed warm and slick inside her as she drifted into a blissful semi-consciousness.