Paying for a Sensual Massage on my Plump Backside
Britney Hunter, a voluptuous and curvaceous woman, found herself standing in front of the massage parlor, her heart racing with anticipation. She had come to indulge in an intimate massage, but not just any masseuse would do. Britney was particular about who she entrusted with her body - she wanted someone who could appreciate and worship every inch of her voluptuous form.
After a few moments of hesitation, she stepped inside the luxurious establishment, her gaze sweeping over the various treatment rooms. Each one was tastefully decorated, with plush furniture and subtle lighting that created an atmosphere of total relaxation. Britney felt her muscles unclench as she inhaled deeply, taking in the soothing aroma of essential oils and freshly scented towels.
She approached the reception desk, smiling politely at the attractive young woman behind the counter. "Good evening," she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed tones. "I'm here for a massage."
The girl at the desk looked up, a slight blush tinting her cheeks. "Of course, miss. Would you like a male or female masseuse?"
Britney's eyes gleamed with mischief. "Actually," she replied, leaning forward slightly, "I was hoping for something a little different this time."
The girl's eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Yes?"
"I was wondering if there was anyone on staff who would be willing to...worship my backside during the massage." Britney's voice dropped to a whisper, and she felt her panties grow damp at the thought.
The girl hesitated for a moment before glancing down at the computer screen in front of her. "Actually," she said, her cheeks reddening further, "I think we have just the person for you. They're quite experienced with...alternative requests."
Britney felt a surge of excitement course through her veins. Finally, she was going to get the massage she had been dreaming about. With renewed confidence, she followed the girl through a set of doors, leading her to a private treatment room.
Inside, Britney found herself face-to-face with Polly Cam Babi, a beautiful young woman with long, flowing hair and almond-shaped eyes. She was dressed in a sleek black suit, her hands clasped before her nervously. "Hello, Britney," she said, her voice quivering slightly. "I'm...honored to be chosen to give you your massage."
Britney smiled reassuringly, walked over to the massage table, and climbed onto it, making herself comfortable. "Don't worry, Polly," she purred, running her hands over her plump thighs. "I'm sure you'll do just fine."
Polly swallowed hard, her eyes fixed on Britney's ample rear end. She couldn't believe she was about to give a massage to the woman who had become famous for her farts - and her insatiable desire for anal stimulation.
Slowly, Polly began to massage Britney's shoulders, her hands moving with practiced ease. As she worked her way down Britney's back, she felt her heart racing faster and faster. She knew this was the moment of truth - the moment when she would have to decide whether to follow through with Britney's unusual request.
Finally, Polly reached around and gently cupped Britney's plump behind in her hands. She took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of her client's skin. "Britney," she whispered, her voice trembling, "I want to worship your ass."
Britney let out a slow, sensual sigh. "I know you do, Polly," she replied, turning over on the massage table so that she was now lying face down. "Now, go ahead. Touch me. Kiss me. Pleasure me."
And so, Polly began her intimate massage of Britney's plump backside. She ran her hands over every inch of her client's cheeks, feeling the warmth of her breath as she leaned over and kissed them tenderly. She massaged the sensitive area between Britney's cheeks, teasing her entrance with gentle fingers.
As the massage progressed, Britney moaned softly, lost in the sensations coursing through her body. She could feel Polly's arousal growing, and she knew that soon, she would be worshiping her own ass - something she had only ever fantasized about before.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of blissful pleasure, Britney felt Polly's fingers slip inside her. She arched her back, crying out softly as sensation after sensation washed over her. Polly kept up a steady rhythm, her fingers dancing inside Britney's tight entrance, driving her to the brink of ecstasy.
With one last thrust, Britney climaxed, her body shuddering with pleasure as she released a long, low moan. She felt tears welling up in her eyes - not from pain, but from the intense emotion coursing through her veins.
As the massage came to a close, Britney rolled over onto her back, her heart still racing. "That was...amazing," she whispered, running her fingers through Polly's hair. "Thank you."
Polly looked into Britney's eyes, her own filled with emotion. "Thank you for trusting me," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "That was...more than I could have ever hoped for."
With one last lingering glance at Britney's plump behind, Polly gathered her things and left the treatment room, her mind reeling from the experience. She knew that this was something she would never forget - and something she hoped to repeat in the future.
As for Britney, she slowly sat up, feeling more relaxed than she had in years. She couldn't help but smile as she thought about the incredible massage she had just received - and the incredible woman who had given it to her. With a contented sigh, she stood up and made her way toward the front desk, ready for whatever adventure might come next.
