Lulu Gets a Massage - Lucie

Since English is not my native language, I ask for a little understanding if not every expression or punctuation mark is correct.

Suggestions and constructive criticism are welcome.

The story describes a date as it happened in real life. (Only the names have been changed.)

After the 'event', I asked the other people involved (Lucie and Erich) to also record their impressions in a short report. In retrospect, the three of us described our own impressions with our own words and from our own perspective.

One sex experience - three perspectives.

For better understanding please read "Lulu Gets a Massage -- Prelude" first.

And here it is, the 3rd of three 'experience reports', in our own words, from our own perspective.

Lucie's point of view.

When Paul came out with the fact that he wanted to give me an erotic massage from a man for my birthday, I was a bit skeptical. I had hinted that I would find it very exciting, but this came as a surprise. But, well, I was willing to be surprised.

But I made it clear to him that the 'masseur' would have to be very sympathetic to me; otherwise, nothing would work. Paul assured me that I, alone, would decide whether the massage would really take place and, if so, how far I wanted it to go. (Paul, the scoundrel, must have had ulterior motives again.)

But first, let's see what kind of guy this 'masseur' was.

When Erich, that was his name, finally came to our agreed meeting, he immediately made a good impression on me. He was a bit older, about 60 years, but really well preserved. Straight grown, a little taller than Paul, very slim, without being thin, and gray, well-coiffed hair. He was wearing designer jeans, a white shirt and a sporty jacket. A very well-groomed appearance. His hands, too, were very well-groomed, with long, delicate fingers. "Pianist's hands," as he had once written. 'Probably not entirely uncomfortable with a massage,' I thought.

He also smelled pleasant; otherwise, it wouldn't have worked at all-- I was very sensitive about that.

He also had good manners, knew how to express himself and chatted charmingly. And he hadn't forgotten my birthday and brought me a bottle of champagne and a portion of truffle chocolates as a gift. I was pleasantly surprised.

So yes, okay, I would let him massage me.

So after some time, I went into the bedroom, undressed, and lay down on the bed. I was a bit queasy, after all, I hardly knew this Erich. What if his massage made me uncomfortable? Paul had promised me that he would stop the massage immediately on a sign from me, that I would have the last word in everything. But you never know.

I decided to just let it come to me, and called the two of them.

They also undressed, and Paul lay down on the other side of the large marriage bed. Erich looked at my back for a moment, mumbled something I couldn't understand, then knelt next to me.

The first thing he did was to put some oil on my shoulders and neck. Then, the massage began. He gently stroked my neck muscles again and again, moved his long fingers upwards to my temples, and exerted a gentle pressure there. Then back again. He then slid into my hairline and a little further into my hair, I felt his fingernails clearly on the scalp. A pleasant shiver ran through my body.

Erich noticed how much I liked it and stayed with it for some time.

Then he started to massage my shoulders lightly, he had warm and comfortable hands, it was wonderfully relaxing. 'Yes, I really need that kind of relaxation,' I thought. He also massaged my arms, very sensitively, my back, with a lot of oil, and very extensively. Oh, it was glorious, I enjoyed it to the fullest.

As he worked the sides of my body, he kept brushing over the exposed sides of my breasts, squeezing lightly.

The strange hand there had an effect on my hormones. Suddenly, there it was. This beautiful light atmosphere of the beginning game of eroticism.

'Oh dear, I'm lying completely naked in front of him,' flashed through my head. 'What is he doing to me now? Well, it was advertised as an erotic full body massage,' I thought. And now, without a doubt, it began to become erotic.

The certainty that Paul was right next to me, made me loosen up and I began to relax.

But to my astonishment, this kind of massage aroused me. I enjoyed it too much to break it off, I didn't protest. On the contrary, I was already clearly getting a little fuzzy, and my thighs opened slightly.

Erich then knelt between my legs and continued massaging. Slowly, he slid down my back to my buttocks; a little deeper he then slid with his hand and massaged my halfmoons, which seemed to please him well. This made me quite uneasy.

He dripped copious amounts of oil on my buttocks, so abundantly that several drops found their way through my buttocks and wetted my little coochie. A great feeling, although it wouldn't have been necessary because my body had reacted and I was already a little wet with sexual arousal anyway.

He massaged my buttocks again, and also the insides of my thighs, sometimes gently, sometimes firmly. Every once in a while, he slid deeper and sometimes brushed his fingers through my crack almost to my pussy.

Suddenly, it shuddered through my body. Was it a coincidence or did Erich actually touch my pussy? There, again! Only very briefly, but unambiguously. This was no longer a coincidence. That couldn't be.

Clearly, he gently worked his way down through the crack of my buttocks and each touch of my pussy became longer, and each electrified me more, making me hornier.

At first, I didn't know how to react. There is a strange guy fingering me and my partner was lying next to us.

But then I realized very quickly, 'Hey, Lucie, that's part of it, this is an erotic, full-body massage.'

But if that was the case, then please do it right. Then the speleologist should go one step further. But I also wanted my can to be massaged properly. And so I grabbed Erich's hand and brought it under my belly. I couldn't take it anymore and pressed his hand to my pubic area.

He quickly understood. I assumed he was grinning knowingly, as I couldn't see it because I was lying on my stomach. He knew then that I was horny, that I would surrender my plum to his fingers.

He turned me around and laid me on my back. But he didn't immediately go back to my pussy, which he could openly admire in all its beauty; he had other things on his mind at first.

Because he slid up slightly and licked my belly, his hands began to massage my breasts. I felt his hands sliding over my breasts, gently cupping them, then squeezing them tightly. My nipples grew hard after that, he twirled them between thumb and finger, a bit hard, but very arousing. More and more, I let myself fall and enjoyed Erich's hands on my skin. My nipples had grown stiff, I realized, and they seemed to burn like fire.

His hands were a blessing. But those hands were finally wandering down my body back to my shell. With my legs spread, I made my clean-shaven box easily accessible to Erich's fingers. I felt my loins quiver with anticipation as my moist, ruffled pussy lips unfurled, revealing the wet tasty pinkness inside. My warm, wet vagina had opened; ready to be touched and kissed.

I lay in front of him, feeling his hard cock on my hip; I was in high spirits. Suddenly, I was overcome by an overwhelming desire to touch it. Not that it was an extraordinary specimen (a bit above average, I have my experiences), about the caliber of Paul, maybe even an idea bigger. But taut and hard, and right in front of my eyes.

I couldn't help it, I asked quietly, "May I?" (The masseuse Cindy never wanted to be touched.) He nodded in agreement.

I moved one of my hands until I touched his cock. As if in a trance, I grabbed the shaft and gripped it with my hand, sliding up and down. The processing of Erich's cock had made me hot. My cunt was literally dripping with horniness. Also the thought of possibly being fucked by a man I hardly knew, further fueled me.

My fingers seemed to naturally wrap themselves around his girth, I stroked it, gripping it tightly, but not too tight, and felt him tremble as my fingers passed beneath the head.

But he didn't let himself be distracted, lovingly he regarded the smooth flesh of my delta, put the heel of his hand on my mons before cupping the deep vee of my pussy with a slight pressure. I moaned, pushed my pelvis towards his pampering hand.

I felt his finger push at my labia, causing my mouth to open, my voice sang a long, loud gasp as I was opened. I was totally naked to him now, and his finger inside me began to wriggle, massaging my walls.

His fingers groped over my now opened labia, pulled them further apart, and massaged them. He grabbed my clitoris, rubbed it; I almost couldn't take it anymore, moaning loudly, I was so aroused. For Erich, this was probably a clear sign because he then pressed lightly with his finger against my gate, taking possession of my lust entrance. His fingers teasing my swollen clit, sliding between my puffy lips, they sunk effortlessly into my honeypot, he certainly was fingering me.

I had to admit that it was very easy for his fingers to penetrate me. For he found the grotto open, and entered first with one, then two fingers. This stranger actually fucked me with his fingers, and I acknowledged it with a pleasant moan. He thrust into me, fingered me, fingered my heated cunt. He did it wonderfully...

He spun his fingers rapidly around my clit. My mouth was open as I breathed heavily, moaning almost constantly, as I became lost in his touch. The heat had me whining and moaning through every wet moment. It was quite a shock when the climax hit me, seemingly out of nowhere, my whole body arching as I cried out with the first climax.

Oh, this glow, this heat.... I came!

Erich had driven me to a climax with his pianist hands.

I still had his member in my hand, but I wanted more. Leaning forward, again I asked, "May I?" But this time, I looked at Paul.

A moment's hesitation. "Anything you want, my darling," Paul replied, with a smile.

I was hungry. I'd never wanted a cock in my mouth, or to please its owner, as much as I did at this moment. And so I turned my attention to Erich's cock. I held it in my hand for a moment, feeling how hard and rigid it was, feeling it pulsing like a living being in my palm. I leaned forward even further, stroking his hard cock and massaging his plump balls. I brought the tip to my lips and tenderly touched his glans with my tongue, circling it.

I heard him suck in the air sharply; he looked at me, fascinated. I sucked on the tip, licked the ribbon, let my tongue slide down his shaft, kissed and nibbled on his shaft. And then I took it slowly, and with relish, in my mouth. At first, just a little, then more, deeper, even deeper. I sucked his rod intensely.

While Erich fucked me in the mouth with slow back and forth movements, he continued to massage my pussy. A moan escaped my lips.

Erich was also moaning loudly, I think he was about to cum. But he held back, he withdrew from my mouth, grabbed my shoulders and pushed me backwards into the pillows.

Then he leaned far over me, burying his head in my lap. He opened my legs and started licking me. I sighed, sucking in a sharp breath as his tongue explored my pubic area. I was shaking when his tongue touched me.

Imagine! I had hardly met this guy, a total stranger and yet here he was between my legs with his tongue licking me.

I pushed my pelvis towards him as he caressed my lovelips with his tongue. When he discovered the swollen pearl of my lust, he licked it intensely. I thought I was going crazy as his tongue made that first contact with my swollen clit, rolling his tongue on my clit before moving it down to my entrance. He dipped it inside of me, teasing the sensitive opening before running his tongue up again, and again, and again. He tasted my pleasure juice. Uncontrollably my hips bucked up against his mouth, and he lapped up my wetness.

I was ready. My breathing became frantic, I squirmed under his touch, stifled a scream and bit my lip. But my moans became clearer, I let myself go, trusted him, and just enjoyed. Erich did it incredibly well, I only saw stars. He was bent between my spread legs giving my cunt the most sensational licking I had ever experienced.

I couldn't help but moan with every breath, and when I climaxed again, my body felt like it was in convulsions!

Finally, all I could do was throw my head back, the redemptive scream came inexorably, I had a wonderful orgasm.

But I didn't have enough yet, there was a strange, almost uncanny lust inside me. I was hornier, more aroused than usual, my body was screaming for sex, for a hard cock fucking me. And I had liked Erich's cock in my mouth. Now I wanted in my snatch. Yes, I wanted to be fucked by this cock, too.

I looked over at Paul, looking at him questioningly. He knew exactly what I wanted, he just nodded-- because Paul likes to see me get fucked by another guy. He probably thinks I'm insatiable...

Once, he even introduced me to an African man and gave me away as a 'wife for a day' for use. (And how I was used then...)

As a German woman, Paul wanted my white pussy to be split by a big African with a really thick black penis, get extremely widened and massively filled. Yes, I had to let myself be used by a black man at Paul's request.

Paul ordered me to wear a very short dress and no panties at the date. The African realized this in an instant and soon his hand was between my legs, fingering me, making me horny.

The black man just saw me as an easy lay, as fuck meat, his white married whore and overwhelmed me and mounted me as a matter of course.

I felt dirtier than I ever had before; as a white whore getting easy laid and hard fucked by this African with his big black cock.

My God, how unrestrained and crass he then took me thoroughly.

Uiihh, with what animalistic strength and how persistently I had been pulled through in various positions by its massive black piston...

The colored man swept out my love chimney for more than 2 hours in different positions so thoroughly that I could hardly walk afterwards... But I must confess I had several tremendous orgasms during the action.

'It's quite possible,' I thought, 'that Paul, the scoundrel, had also promised Erich beforehand that he would be allowed to use me, too. He would be able to do that'. Okay, he could have that now.

And that's exactly how slutty I was feeling at that very moment; stimulated to the max and completely horny! My pussy tingled and was constantly drenching itself. I was acutely aware my crotch was more than ready, and that realization made me almost giggle like a naughty schoolgirl. 'God, so ripe and ready.' I smiled inwards.

I thought, 'Now, here is a man, a handsome man, who wants me, who has the desperate look on his face of needing to have me and it makes me want him even more.'

I wanted him to fuck me, to use me like a whore and to soil me like the piece of meat I was at that moment.

"Come to me now, take me," I said to Erich.

I could not hardly wait for him to finally be inside me. Oh God, I felt so turned on. It was completely engulfing me. I needed this more than anything. Because the certainty of the forbidden, also intensified my lust. The thought of being used by a stranger right in front of my Paul excited me. My cunt lips had become puffy and open like a flower in spring, open for penetration.

Erich looked at me with the pride of the hunter, who had hunted down his female prey and was about to use it.

My eyes watched him relocate to between my feet, kneeling down, his proud, throbbing penis bouncing in front of him. I braced myself for the fucking that I was about to get. My pussy burned with desire for his cock. I willingly pulled up my knees and invitingly presented my naked cunt to Erich. He spreads my bend knees open and looking straight at the center of my thighs, where my ripe sex was shameless available. I knew he wanted only one thing. Me.

I opened my pussy up for him to take me completely. I was ready to finally be fucked by a man I hardly knew an hour. I felt the pressure of his hard thigh pressing down on my exposed pussy. Finally, his thick, hard cock was penetrating inside my wet pink pussy. His glans split my lips, slowly the tip of his dipped into my cuntal opening, just a little bit. Slowly, the glans made its way bareback into me, my dripping-wet vagina welcoming his cock. My shaven snatch now became Erich's latest fuck-hole as he sleds into me. I felt his thick shaft dig deeper up my cunt, spreading me open, my hole gripping him in a tight O.

I let out a sharp "Ouch!" at the sensation of my pussy being stretched around this stranger's cock turned into a long sigh of pleasure.

With relish, I felt how the hot thing disappeared centimeter by centimeter into my hot cunt. His thick erection squeezed inside of me, stretching my pussy every glorious bit of the way. I held my breath and bit my lip as slowly but surely his cock eased deeper and deeper inside my soaking wet and willing pussy. My dripping sex offering a lot of lubrication.

His shaft penetrated me further, I pressed my abdomen against him, his balls now touched my buttocks and I was full and horny. Erich was sinking in deeper, stretching me, filling me, claiming every part of my pussy. He was completely inside me. My pussy began to stretch to accommodate the penis deep inside me. I was trembling and whimpering as he started to fuck me real good now, bouncing around the bed as he put all his weight behind each thrust. His dick slamming in and out as he loosened my hole.

Again and again, he withdrew; again and again, he slipped into me and filled me. He spun his pelvis a little and his sex stretched my can. Meaning, I had the whole lengths of his cock smoothly pistoning in and out of my well lubricated cunt. I felt the strength of his physique each time he drove his cock up into me, impaling me on its entire length with each stroke.

I began to move in opposite directions, tensing my pelvic muscles again and again. I squeezed my own tits in pleasure and looked down to see his shaft glistening in my juices as he pulled it out before pushing it deep inside of me.

He resumed forcing his manhood deeply within me and I became lost in the pangs and jolts of pleasure, both from the friction of his cock inside me, and his pelvis grinding against my clit. I grind my crotch harder and harder against him squeezing his cock with it. My pussy couldn't help but respond and the familiar contractions began, the supple spasms of my vagina grappling with the cock that stretched it.

He was stretching and rubbing me hard, turning my cunt into a frothy, bubbling mess. A shiver ran through me. I felt the pressure building inside me. Fast and faster. He increased the pace and intensity, oh, what was he doing to me?

There I was -- stark naked, trembling and writhing under this strange man.

Oh my god... so... nice, so... hot... so... forbidden... All I could do was to receive, moan, and enjoy. A tremendous third orgasm came over me.

Erich still hadn't cum; quite the indefatigable man.

He wanted to take me from behind now. "So, turn around, now," he said in a commanding manner.

His hand, wrapped around my mane of hair clutching it painfully hard, shoved me readily to my knees. Since this is one of my favorite positions, I obeyed. Willingly, I bent forward into the position he wanted me, leaning on my elbows. My head on the mattress, butt up, and my legs slightly bent, waiting for him. I offered him my cunt again; it was soaked with my pleasure juices. This put my ripe cunt at the perfect level for him to stand behind me and put his cock in my wet pussy.

'He's going to fuck me again now,' I thought, 'this man, I didn't even know two hours ago, is going to shove his cock inside me and cum in me.'