You get comfortable

"Sure." You agree...wondering what this is going to lead to, and take a seat. She sits down next to you, and speaks right at you, giving you a good look at her features. She is actually very pretty; with deep, intense eyes, a button nose, and a full set of dark red lips.

"So, Lucy tells me you deserved a massage after your fight with her?"

"Err.....That's right."

"Any particular aches or sores you want me to tend to?”

You can’t help admire how her white skirt shows the full length of her divine legs. The thought of squeezing her perfect round, small, tight butt flashes through your mind.

"Um, not really. I might feel it tomorrow. Haven't come across someone being too rough...yet."

"I'll make sure to be work on the commonly used muscles then, then. Any other concerns?"

"Uh, no, not really-"

"It's just that some guys are little uncomfortable about getting worked on."

"Really? Why's that?"

"Mostly out of apprehension of a sexfight. A massage involves a lot of touching, relaxing, obviously, which most guys don't trust. They are afraid that if it turns into a sexfight, that they start at a disadvantage. Then there's the fact that you're more or less naked in front and I am not. A lot of guys have a hard time relaxing because of that, and if you're not relaxed during your massage, you're not going to enjoy it."

None of what she was saying had occurred to you before she mentioned it, but now that she mentions it, you guess you are starting to feel a bit apprehensive. You try to laugh it off. "I think I'll be all right."

She smiled. "You sure?"

"Yeah. What's the big deal, right?"

"Right! There's really no reason to be tense, but a lot of guys-" She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. "Like when your neck hurts. Most of the time, it's not your neck that's the source of the problem, but your shoulers and back. So, in order to get the kinks out, those muscles need to get worked on."

"Well, that sounds ok." You say.

"Doesn't it? But I can't tell you how many guys, once I tell them I'll need to work on certain areas...they all get into sexfight mode...."

You guess you can see why that would happen, although you don't see what the big deal is. "Who cares? If it's a sexfight, it's a sexfight? Once you swallow my cock down your throat or bury it balls deep in your tight, wet pussy, all bets are off.” Furthermore, what chance does a young girl like Devina have against an experienced sex fighter like yourself.

"Right!" she agrees.

"Got to warn you, though, if I reciprocate, it's not a pretty site!"

She smiles knowingly.

"So, you're ok with that, right? I just want to make sure."

"Yeah. No big deal."

"All right, then why don't we get started? Roger, I need you to disrobe completely and lie down. You can cover up with that sheet there. I'll wait in the other room until you're ready, okay? Just give me a call...remember, my name is Devina”.

"Even though you're going to have a barely controllable desire to mount me and fuck yourself until your eyes roll back into your head.”?" You joke.

"Right!" she laughs. "Go ahead and get set, and I'll be right back."

She walks out, closing the door behind her. You undress, lay on the table. Again that ceiling?! You watch a quick succession of gushing cocks being projected onto the ceiling, some spewing cum onto waiting tits and pussies or the other way round, pussies gushing cum onto hard cocks who spurt their own loads in return. massage table. You can't help buy switch from scene to scene, inevitably resulting in an erection pointing skyward.

_This won't do. _You say to yourself and pull the towel over yourself. You squirm around a bit, getting your face adjusted properly in the headrest, when you hear a knock on the door.