Deep Throat Massage

The scent of warm almond oil hung thick in the private massage room, but it wasn’t the slick glide of hands that had my pulse hammering. Mia stood in front of me wearing nothing but a tiny black thong and a wicked smile, her full tits already flushed. We’d booked the studio after hours because we were both dying to try something filthy we’d only whispered about in bed.

“You sure you want this, babe?” she asked, voice low and teasing as she pushed me back onto the padded table. Her fingers traced the bulge already straining my boxers. “I’ve been practicing on that toy all week. Think you can handle my throat tonight?”

“Fuck yes,” I groaned, heart racing. The idea of mouth fucking her until her eyes watered had me leaking already. She peeled my boxers down, my thick cock springing free, heavy and veined. Mia licked her lips, then dropped to her knees between my spread thighs.

She didn’t tease. Her warm, wet mouth engulfed the head in one smooth glide, tongue swirling around the ridge. The wet sounds echoed softly off the studio walls. I tangled my fingers in her dark hair, guiding her deeper.

“Take more, baby… that’s it,” I breathed. Her throat opened, hot and tight, swallowing half my length on the first try. She gagged softly, the vibration shooting straight to my balls, but she didn’t pull back. Saliva spilled from the corners of her stretched lips, dripping onto my shaft.

Mia pulled off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to my glistening cock. “God, you’re so fucking big tonight,” she panted, eyes glassy with lust. “I want you to use my mouth like a toy. Fuck my face, Ryan. Don’t hold back.”

Her words snapped something inside me. I stood up, towering over her as she stayed on her knees. Gripping her head with both hands, I slid my cock back between her eager lips. This time I didn’t stop. I pushed forward until her nose pressed against my stomach, her throat convulsing around every inch.

The wet, obscene gluck-gluck-gluck filled the room as I started thrusting. Her throat bulged visibly each time I buried myself to the hilt. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the mess of drool coating her chin and dripping onto her heaving tits. She looked up at me with pure filthy hunger, mascara running, and moaned around my dick like she couldn’t get enough.

“Such a perfect little throat slut,” I growled, hips snapping faster. The massage table creaked as I fucked her face harder, balls slapping her chin. Her hands gripped my ass, pulling me even deeper, encouraging me.

I pulled out suddenly, letting her suck in air. Thick ropes of saliva stretched from her gasping mouth to my throbbing cock. “More,” she begged hoarsely, voice wrecked. “Don’t stop… I want your cum straight down my throat.”

I shoved back in, fucking her mouth with short, brutal strokes. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside, milking me. The pressure built fast, my thighs trembling. She swallowed around me again and again, the rhythmic squeeze too much.

“Shit… Mia… I’m gonna cum,” I warned, voice breaking.

She answered by sucking harder, eyes locked on mine. I exploded with a deep groan, flooding her throat in heavy spurts. She swallowed every drop, not wasting any, her throat working visibly around my pulsing cock.

When I finally pulled free, she coughed softly, lips puffy and shiny. A tiny dribble of cum escaped the corner of her mouth. She caught it with her tongue and grinned up at me, looking thoroughly used and completely satisfied.

“Next time,” she rasped, voice raw, “we’re trying it with me bent over the table so you can really wreck me.”

I helped her up, kissing her messy mouth, tasting myself on her tongue. The massage oil was still warm on the counter, but we both knew we wouldn’t need it tonight.