AmuXIkuto
The Massage
Your girlfriend's friend Amu is training to be a masseuse. She needs practice, so your trusting girlfriend suggests that you might be a good subject. You pretend to be reluctant but you actually feel a surge of excitement in the pit of your stomach. You've always liked Amu, but you've never gone further than a kiss on the cheek. Now she's going to rub her hands all over your body!
You feel a flutter of nerves as you press the doorbell. It's like a first date! Amu answers the door and welcomes you in. She seems genuinely happy to see you and grateful that you could help out.
As usual, she's made an effort to look nice. Her red hair is nicely styled and she has just enough makeup to enhance her natural good looks. Today she is wearing a short yellow summer dress with a plunging neckline and no outward signs of a bra underneath. It really shows off her voluptuous figure.
She leads you into the spare bedroom. Walking behind her, you notice that her legs look amazing in high heels and you catch the sweet scent of her perfume.
There is a massage table in the room and Amu bends forward to adjust some towels over it. In doing so, she unwittingly gives you a nice view of her dangling breasts.
Amu leaves you to strip down to your underpants and lay face-down on the table. Eventually she returns with a bottle of warm massage oil.
The massage begins and you both make small talk. It soon becomes apparent that Amu's technique needs work. It feels more like groping and stroking than a proper massage, but she is unaware of this. As you lie there, being oiled and fondled by your girlfriend's BFF, you start wondering what she looks like naked. Occasionally her hip or stomach presses against your hand. Before long, you have a raging erection. Luckily Amu can't see it because you are face down.
"Okay, turn over now and I'll do your front" says Amu.
Your cock is so hard you can't possibly turn over or you'd die of embarrassment and make it very awkward for Amu.
"Actually Amu, what you're doing feels really good. Can you keep doing that?" you say.
"Sure!" replies Amu cheerfully, happy that she's obviously doing something right. She had been worried that her technique was crap.
Amu rubs your back for a while and you start to think your erection might subside, but then she decides to really get stuck in to the back of your thighs. With each deep, hard stroke up and down your legs she's pushing your hips forward and back. Your cock is grinding against the massage table and eventually the tip pokes out of the waist of your underpants and starts rubbing against the rough towel. Soon most of your cock has worked its way out and is harder than it's ever been in your life. You realize that the friction against the towel will eventually bring you to orgasm.
Amu keeps going, oblivious to your dilemma. Pre-cum seeps from your cock on to your stomach and into the towel. You don't think you can last much longer.
"How's that? Should I keep going?" asks Amu.
Your raging lust suppresses your reason. "Yeah, keep going Amu. That feels great" you mumble.
Her hands keep working your thighs and your cock is sliding back and forth against the rough towel. It won't be long now. Doubts set in. How will you get away with blowing your load all over her towel? This could really end badly...
"That's it, Amu, you've really found the spot. Can you go harder?" you ask.
Amu is happy to oblige. She puts one knee up on the table so she can get a better angle and starts getting really stuck in. You are just one stroke away from orgasm, when her other foot momentarily leaves the floor.
This is too much for the massage table, which collapses. You end up on your back on the floor, with Amu on top of you. Your cock is nestled in her cleavage. Feeling something amiss, she looks down towards her chest. The eye of your dick winks at her and she gasps in shock.
It is at this point that you explode. A massive stream of cum hits Amu in the face. She recoils as multiple spurts shoot in her mouth, up her nose, in her ear and gooey streams desecrate her perfectly neat red hair.
"Oh my fucking God!" she screams, choking and spitting out cum. She pushes away from you and falls backward onto her ass, her dress in disarray. You stare at her bulging cleavage and her cum-blasted face. A drop of semen falls from her chin and lands between her breasts.
Your erection remains, like an unwanted guest at a party. You both stare at it in shock.
You clear your throat in preparation for saying something to rectify the situation. Nothing particularly intelligent comes to mind. Then your cock twitches and expels a final dribble of cum, before flopping over to the side. For some reason you find this hilarious. You try to suppress your laughter, but can't help snorting.
Amu cracks a smile, then laughs too. The sheer absurdity of the situation serves to dispel the horror. She throws your clothes at you and you begin dressing, while she wipes your semen off her face with a towel, shaking her head gently in disbelief.
"We are never, ever, going to mention this again," she says firmly.
"Absolutely not" you reply. "Same time next week?"
The End