Massage Therapy Ch. 04

"That kitchen table will never be the same," Layla thought, as her eyes roved back and forth over the savage mating spectacle playing out before her.

Realizing that she was staring longer than she had intended to, Layla quickly pulled away from the gap. Her chest heaved as she hyperventilated. She couldn't believe her eyes. She had known what was happening based on the sounds alone, but actually seeing it for real rocked her to her core. "She's actually doing it with that old bastard..." she quietly muttered, running her hands down her face.

"Okay, I got what I came for, I need to leave." But as Layla was about to stand back up, she heard yet another loud moan coming from Ashlyn.

"Oh fuck! I'm cumminggggggg!" she wailed from the kitchen.

Layla crouched back down and carefully rested the back of her head against the cool glass surface of the sliding door. "No, I can't look again. I need to leave. Augh!" she argued with herself.

But hearing another loud moan, Layla squeezed her fists and turned her head back to sneak another look. Her amber eyes meticulously scanned the scene before her. As she obtained a better view of what was happening, her heart thumped in her chest and her face reddened. It was like her arousal seared through her, pumping blood and excitement into places that had lain in hibernation for too long.

Layla saw the old man hold onto Ashlyn's wide hips as he thrust away. Since he was shorter, he had to stand on his toes to properly fuck her. She watched in awe as the skinny man pistoned his hips with such vigor and precision. She couldn't imagine how such an old-looking man could move as if he were forty years younger.

Then, her eyes were drawn to what hung between his scrawny legs. "Oh, my god..." she uttered in shock. His balls hung low, and they looked so big and healthy. "How can that man be so virile at his age?!"

Layla drew her head back and tried to compose herself. "Jesus... He's really fucking her good. That dick must be amazing..." she thought, squeezing her loins.

Her mind wondered how big he truly was. From her frustrating angle, she just couldn't quite get a proper observation of his manhood. All she saw was his scrawny thrusting ass, his big bouncing balls, and Ashlyn's reverberating ass cheeks. But Layla needed to know. Layla was so transfixed on this specimen of an old man that she had forgotten that she had promised herself she'd leave once she'd gotten a quick peek.

As Layla went back for another look, the scene of her best friend getting her pussy pounded by the skinny old man was once again spread before her astonished amber eyes. Ashlyn now had her arms pinned behind her back by her fuck buddy. Sultry moans spilled from her lips as the Asian man served her with long fast strokes. Layla's fluids began to seep even more into her panties as she saw how much of a pro this man was at sex. Maybe that's what Ashlyn meant by insisting on the term 'professional'!

And the way he had Ashlyn pinned against the kitchen table was so primal. Layla could tell that the old man liked to take what he wanted. It was kind of hot seeing the way he was dominating her chaste, dutiful friend. But, reminded of her objective, she twisted her neck to try to get a better angle to see the old man's cock. The more she twisted and turned to better her view, the closer she came to dangerously exposing herself through the small gap. If either of them were to glance her way, they would definitely notice her peeking through the glass. But Layla was too lost in the moment to care, she had to know what this man was packing.

Getting the best angle she could, Layla's nosy eyes widened to see the old man's shaft just enough. But most of it was obscured by his skinny hip. The only time she could get a glimpse of it was when he drew his hips back. From what she was able to see, he looked like he packed a fat shaft, thoroughly glistening with what Layla guessed was a combination of her friend's and the old man's juices. Other than that, she wasn't close enough nor at the optimal angle to see anything more.

Layla snarled in annoyance at not being able to see the goods. A part of her screamed at herself to just leave, that what she was doing was wrong and depraved. But her strange fascination with this Asian man's mysterious cock drowned out her voice of reason.

As if on cue, the old man drew his hips back and pulled out, making a long loud slurp. It happened as if it was in slow motion. He withdrew himself at a slight angle as if to show Layla just how long he was, and just how wet and slippery his cock had become from Ashlyn's secretions. With another agonizing slick sound, his entire cock fell out of her well fucked friend's engorged and dripping pussy. Layla gasped in shock as his steamy glistening member emerged into full view. It was so big... so long... It had to be at least eight inches, maybe more!

"She had that whole thing inside of her, that entire time?! Ashlyn was right. He is hung like a horse!" she screamed to herself, biting on her thumb and rubbing her loins together. Layla couldn't help but imagine how it would feel churning inside her. "God, that thing would wreck me from my pussy all the way to my brain..."

Shaking her head back into focus, Layla continued to watch. Ashlyn pushed herself up from the table and turned to face her hung masseur. Layla watched her friend nibble on her lower lip and gaze warmly up into the old man's eyes. Layla couldn't help but notice the pure lust and desire glinting from Ashlyn's alluring hazel eyes.

Ashlyn's mouth was moving, but Layla couldn't make out what she was saying. Judging by the devilish smirk on her face, though, it was definitely something salacious. Then, leaning forward, Ashlyn gave her old masseur a deep kiss.

Layla audibly gasped, but quickly covered her mouth. She watched in shock as her friend began to sloppily make out with the short Asian man. Layla was now completely convinced that this wasn't just some explicit therapy. Everything about how they had sex, talked dirty, and were now kissing screamed that there was something more going on between the two of them. Hell, just the act of having sex was a major red flag. They seemed like lovers more than anything.

Layla wasn't sure how to feel. Should she be mad, angry, furious about how Ashlyn had lied to her? It was now undeniable that Ashlyn was cheating on her husband. Duh. She was literally getting fucked on the dinner table, what more was there to say? Layla wanted to feel bad about Ashlyn's husband, but knowing Harry, she had little sympathy for the man. It was his fault for not tending to his wife. A woman has needs, so when a man fails at meeting them, it isn't entirely the woman's fault when someone else has to pick up the tab. If Harry had made any sort of effort with Ashlyn, this would never have happened. But Harry had faltered in his husbandly duties. And now his luscious wife was getting her guts rearranged by a hung foreign man. A little old foreign man, but one with a huge cock who knew how to use it.

But, as incriminating as things looked, Layla would give her close friend a chance to explain herself when they met the next day. If for no other reason than to get the whole picture for her own devious curiosity. For now, though, Layla continued to spy on Ashlyn's explicit fuck session.

Releasing his lips from Ashlyn's, the old man reached his right hand under her right leg and lifted it up. For a scrawny-looking man, Layla was surprised at how easily he was able to manipulate her body like that. Biting her lip, Layla secretly liked where this was going.

As if they knew she was watching, Ashlyn's lover shifted their bodies just enough so that Layla could get a full view of her friend's pussy. There was something strange about seeing how exposed Ashlyn was. Yes, they had seen each other naked plenty of times, but seeing her like this made her feel things she couldn't describe. It felt wrong, but at the same time strangely arousing. As straight as she was, she had always admired how very sexy Ashlyn's caramel body was. Her long legs, fetching curves, pretty face, and perfectly full boobs were all too delectable.

Now that they were facing more in her direction, the sneaky brunette quickly retreated from the gap but continued to poke just enough of her head around the corner so that she could still watch the lovers, but with less fear that they would see her. Though, they were so focused on each other, that Layla cautiously resumed her old position and continued to spy on them intensively.

Draping Ashlyn's long left leg over his right shoulder, the old man grabbed the base of his cock and directed his tip against the soft sluice of her dripping pussy. Then Layla watched as, with one big thrust, his excessively endowed manhood delved deep past Ashlyn's swollen folds.

Her mouth fell agape at how far his shaft sank into her depths. His inward surge seemed to go on forever until he finally bottomed out. Layla couldn't help but let out a quiet mewl seeing how deep that magnificent member had gone. "That thing would surely not be able to fit that deep inside of me..." Rapidly shaking her head, Layla couldn't believe what she was thinking. She swore nothing like that would ever happen to her. As naughty as her friend was, Layla was determined to be good. For now at least...

She felt her pussy aching and an itch forming, deep within her core. Her husband didn't remotely reach that deep. At best, he was about four inches. It made her wonder what it would actually feel like to have such a large tool inside of her. "Ugh, it would probably hurt more than anything," Layla thought, trying to suppress the niggling of her rampant curiosity. Yet again... It was sort of hypnotizing watching the old Asian man stuff Ashlyn full, stretching her both wide and deep. And from how she was reacting to getting fucked with his large member, Layla began to doubt that it would be painful to have that thing stuffed inside of her. Or, she thought, any pain would certainly be tempered with other... sensations.

Hugging her leg, the Asian man began to vigorously thrust in and out of Ashlyn's pussy. His heavy balls swung back and forth like church bells. Layla's amber eyes were transfixed on their ferocious fucking. She had never known that sex could be this erotic. Even when John was at his best, he couldn't remotely fuck her as well as this elderly man was plundering her best friend.

Watching his cock disappear into Ashlyn's sopping cunt, and then reappear, slathered in girl juice, Layla failed to notice the way her own hand was drifting down to her crotch, and into her jeans.[2] As depraved as it was, she had to admit that this was hot as hell. Who knew that an old geezer like this could be so full of life? That her friend could be such a happy, willing - and vocal! - recipient?

"Oh, fuck... It's so deep, Goro..." Ashlyn mewled.

"Hai, hai. You love how I fuck you deep?" he grunted, driving his hips even deeper into her, his balls loudly slapping against Ashlyn's ass.

"Nhggg, yes! I fucking love how deep and good you fuck me. It's just so big!"

Their dirty talk stoked the flames of arousal building within Layla even further. Her hand was now deep into her jeans and squeezed between her loins. She failed to recognize how soaked her panties were! "God... that's hot..." she trailed off, not wanting to overshadow whatever came next.

Layla was surprised that he could maintain a steady pace at that age. Sweat permeated their skin and glistened in the light. As he hugged Ashlyn's leg, he began to kiss and lick her calf. The old bastard was relentless. But as crude as it seemed, Ashlyn moaned even more. And based on the look on her face, she was loving it!

Rubbing her inner thighs together as she crouched outside the sliding door, Layla pressed her hand even deeper into her crotch. Her fingers twisted, trying to work their way past her soaking panties, and into her throbbing pussy; she needed just a little more of any sort of stimulation to ease herself. She hadn't realized how pent-up she'd gotten. It had been far too long since she'd last had sex, good sex. Heck, any kind of sex. Much less the best dicking of her life that her friend was getting right in front of Layla's desperately watching eyes. The more of this sensory input Layla acquired, the more she was getting all riled up her own self.

Her amber eyes tracked up and down their naked bodies. But her gaze kept returning to their conjoined sexes. Dwelling on the way Ashlyn's folds perfectly wrapped around the old man's shaft and how he would plunge deep into her depths with such ease, Layla found herself more and more aroused. Her mind was so horned up she failed to recognize how perverted she looked, how she was exposing herself to discovery amid her flagrant distraction. Here she was, kneeling on the ground with her hand shoved between her thighs, her fingers wriggling wetly, spying on her best friend cheating with an old Japanese man. Layla had officially plumbed a new low.

Then hearing a gasp and giggle coming from Ashlyn, Layla glanced up to see that her elderly lover was slowly licking up the sole of her foot. She found it kind of unsanitary, but weirdly enough, it was kind of hot. Like everything else this unlikely sexual pairing was getting up to.

Ashlyn propped herself on her elbows and watched as her elderly lover ravaged her foot with his tongue. "Oh my! That tickles! Goro, you dirty old man! Why are you licking my foot like that??" she playfully queried, biting her lip.

"Mhhmm, feet... so... Pretty. Heh," the pervy old man said in between licks.

Then, reaching the top of her foot, he enveloped Ashlyn's cute white pedicured toes with his old lips and began to eagerly suck on them as he continued to thrust his juicy cock deep inside her pussy.

"Goro! My lord!" Ashlyn excitedly giggled.

Layla's jaw dropped. What she was seeing was so depraved and nasty. This perverted Asian man was insatiable! The sucking and fucking continued. Layla watched in repulsed arousal. The elderly man slathered Ashlyn's entire foot with saliva and ran his tongue between her pretty toes.

Rubbing her loins, Layla let out a small moan. What he was doing was gross. But at the same time, kinda hot. She wondered what it would feel like to get her pussy pounded and at the same time have her sensitive feet ravaged. The sensory overload must be mind-numbing!

Ashlyn's tongue sexily hung from her mouth and her eyes were rolling behind her skull. Layla listened to the muffled slapping of their flesh and the slurping sound as the masseur assaulted Ashlyn's toes. Layla's panties had soaked through with her own secretions, inundating her busy fingers and beginning to seep through her jeans. Though she was still too entranced by the salacious scene before her to notice.

"Oh, fuck..." Layla muttered quietly, stuffing her hand deeper into her crotch, jabbing her fingers past the barrier of her panties.

For the next few minutes, Layla squirmed and trembled where she was crouched. Her eyes were locked on her best friend getting fucked silly. Disgust turned into lustful desire. Layla started to imagine what it would be like to get fucked like Ashlyn was. It looked so fun and exhilarating. She tried to keep her mind off the fact that the man doing the fucking was this elderly Japanese man, but deep down, she secretly was growing aroused by it.

"Goro! Oh, fuck! Are you trying to eat my foot??" Ashlyn playfully said in a husky voice.

The old man just hummed and continued to lick and suck on her pretty toes. His cock kept driving deep inside her tight pussy, which was now spattering out droplets of juice with each inward impact. Layla could see Ashlyn's wet lips perfectly enveloping his girthy shaft. It was like they were made for each other!

But Layla couldn't get over the size difference between the two. It was almost otherworldly, the way the short skinny old man was fucking her taller luscious friend like she was his.

Then, as his lips slipped off of her toes, the old man spoke. "Gah, oishī! I'm gonna cum!" he announced in a breathy voice.

Layla gasped and leaned forward, her forehead flattening into the cool pane of glass. It was as if she had been waiting for this very moment. But even as she awaited the impending climax of her spectacle, she thought ahead enough to wonder where he would cum.

Realizing the elderly man's cock didn't have any sort of protection sheathed on it, Layla's heart raced. "Ashlyn never mentioned that they went raw!" She hoped that he wouldn't allow such a pervy old man to soil her insides with his semen! That would be beneath her!

"Do it! Fucking cum in me, Goro! I need it! I need your cum deep inside of my married pussy! Do it! Take what's yours, my Japanese bull!" Ashlyn pleaded, lifting her other leg up from the floor and wrapping it around his skinny waist, trapping him.

Layla felt her stomach drop. The flurry of words spilling from her best friend's mouth sounded so depraved and naughty. She couldn't believe that Ashlyn was so eager for him to cum inside of her. "She better be on a pill," Layla thought, biting her lip. She couldn't imagine her best friend getting knocked up with a Japanese man's baby.

As the old man's hips thrust faster, needy moans spilled loudly from Ashlyn's lips as his cock drove into her with enhanced vigor. Layla subconsciously wiggled her hips into her now-slathered-wet hand.

With a few more deep thrusts, Ashlyn's lover drove his mighty love stick balls deep into her and let out a cryptic groan. "EEEEYYYAAAAAHHHHH!"

At the same time, Ashlyn firmly held him in place with her strong leg and moaned loudly as well. "Fuck! Ahhhhhh!" she wailed. Her toes clenched and her body shook violently.

Layla gasped seeing her friend climaxing at the same time as the hung old man. She shuddered and her legs quivered witnessing the most primordial of pleasures taking place. "Holy shit..." she muttered, biting her lip.

As Layla's amber eyes were drawn to their conjoined sexes, they widened as she saw the old man's juicy shaft and heavy balls pulsing, pumping Ashlyn full of his seed. Pump after pump, she wondered when he was ever going to stop.

As the two finished their orgasms, they panted heavily. Putting her legs down, the old man pulled out of Ashlyn's well-creamed pussy. Layla quickly covered her mouth as a waterfall of white essence gushed out of her friend's slit.

"Jesus Christ... How is that even possible?" the baffled brunette wondered. "John doesn't even cum that much!" Her horned-up mind wondered what it must feel like, to get pumped full of cum like that.

With a trembling exhale, Layla watched as Ashlyn struggled to stand back up. Leaning forward to her elderly lover's ear, she began to whisper something. Layla subconsciously tried to put her ear up to the glass and get a listen, but to her dismay, she couldn't hear a thing.

Then, out of nowhere, loud barking roared from behind her. Layla squealed and fell on her ass, making some commotion. Swiveling her head around in a panic to see what it was, Layla saw that it was the next-door neighbor's dog peeping through a small gap in the wooden fence.

"Gah, son of a bitch! Stupid dog! Shut up!" Layla hissed.

"What? Did you hear that?" she suddenly heard from behind the sliding door.

Layla's heart jumped from her chest. "Shit shit shit!" she muttered in a panic.

Hearing muffled footsteps approaching the sliding door, Layla hastily removed her hand from her pants stood back up, and made a run for the side gate. She didn't even bother to look back, she just ran as if her life depended on it. She didn't want to get caught spying on her best friend! What would Ashlyn think?