Tracey DIRT #5

"Let's take those clothes off," Amy says to you.

"Oh." Blushing, you strip down, noticing that Adella is watching... discreetly. Oh man... what is happening.

"You don't need these," Amy chirps. She kneels in front of you and pulls down your underwear, letting your penis flop free. Oh God. Blushing hotter, you step out of your underwear, and Amy gives you a little pat on the bottom, guiding you to the table. You lie down.

"Sorry, Adella," Amy says. "Double booked. But you're still first."

"It's OK," Adella says... she's looking in your direction, and she can just... totally see your whole body as you lie on your belly on this table. You didn't realize people were going to see you naked for this plan...

Amy leaves you there... without a towel to cover any part of you, and goes to Adella, covering her in oil before beginning a vigorous sports massage that would have you screaming... but Adella just sighs as Amy uses her fists and elbows all over her body.

When she finishes, she wipes her hands on a towel.

"How do you feel?" she asks Adella.

"Good," Adella replies, sounding content.

"Great. Just relax. You can get up when you're ready."

Amy comes over to you, slathering her hands in oil. Then those hands are on your body, and it is heavenly... this must be what Lisa meant when she said you'd enjoy it. Amy is openly, nakedly sensual, lingeringly sliding her fingers over every part of you... your privates tingle strongly right away... is she doing this on purpose? She gets more professional, working your legs and lower back, but then her fingers are on your inner thighs, and she's concentrating on your glutes...

Your penis has never been harder. It's pinned between your belly and the table.

She's kneading your buttocks, her thumbs on your inner thighs, going closer and closer to your lady parts on every stroke...

You groan, and Amy just goes for it! She massages your mound directly with her right hand, making you **** and gasp.

"Relax," she says gently, but doesn't stop...

"Oh my god," you moan, biting your forearm... she's pretty good with her hands, and she's all over your clit now. Her other hand is on your lower back, pushing down, squishing your cock against the table...

You can't help but quiver and writhe on the table as she expertly pleasures you, not even pretending to do a real massage. Sudden warmth coats your belly as your cock erupts with her middle finger deep inside your womanhood, which squeezes it hungriliy.

Your booty shakes and tears roll down your cheeks as you try not to scream through it... you finally get through it and gasp for breath.

Yeah... Adella is still there on the other table. Her head is angled away from you... but of course she was watching.

"Just relax," Amy says soothingly, caressing your oily bottom gently with her hand. "Easy."

You make a pathetic, sexy noise...

"OK. Let's get you cleaned up," Amy says. She helps you sit up, and get to your feet, which wobble underneath you. Your cock drools cum over the floor, and your juices run down your legs as you walk unsteadily out of the room.