"It is what you read when you don't have to that determines what you will be when you can't help it." *Sigh* Oscar Wilde is simply remarkable, isn't he?
Hello, Story Orgy admirers. Happy Monday! I trust you all have had a pleasant weekend. Are you ready for part two of A Tabled Affair? I sure hope so because Damian and Mauricio are ready for you...I mean Damian is ready for Mauricio. Dammit! I mean Damian is ready for a massage. Oh hell, c'mon…follow me. I'll show you what I mean…
A Tabled Affair part 2
A devilish grin transformed Mauricio's friendly features into mischievous expression. The tension in the room melted away and a smoldering hunger filled the air. Damian's desire set his skin on fire.
Damian relaxed his smile, parting his lips and reducing his pitch to a sexy bedroom tone. "Let the massage begin." Then rolled on his shoulder, tipped his head, and stretched his neck toward Mauricio's erection, gliding his tongue over the tip then slipping his lips over the swollen head. Relishing in the light moan from the sexy masseur, Damian welcomed Mauricio deeper into his hungry mouth. With a single slow step, Mauricio's cock glided over Damian's tongue and pushed into his throat.
Mauricio groaned and pressed on. Damian's throat widened to accommodate the man he'd yearned for every night over the previous six months. As Mauricio began to pump his hips, Damian's cock contracted, leaking pre-cum from what seemed like a lifetime of waiting.
It just hadn't felt right, being with anyone else, touching himself, without Mauricio there to guide him.
Damian swallowed several times while he stroked Mauricio's cock with the depths of his throat, pulling a deep growl from his lover. With a hand on Mauricio's thigh, Damian felt his muscles flex as Mauricio pulled his dick away from the grips of Damian's throat.
"Oh God, how I missed you." Mauricio cupped Damian's face in the clutches of his skilled hands.
"Show me." Damian's breathy tone mingled with Mauricio's lingering sigh and the soft nature sounds that drifted from the a little radio Mauricio played during his sessions. Mauricio gave a deep kiss, leaving Damian with a sweet taste of hot jasmine tea and honey in his mouth.
"Roll over. It's time for your massage." Mauricio instructed.
Mauricio's hands slid smoothly across Damian's skin, tantalizing Damian's senses as he turned to his stomach. He loved Mauricio's gentle touch and remembered the love between them during their last encounter.
"Your touch is so, so–"
"Shh. Just relax." Mauricio's soothing tone could calm gale force winds.
Damian's body went limp under Mauricio's kneading hands. With the exception of his throbbing cock pinned to the cushioned table beneath his weight. But Mauricio must have been aware of that too. It didn't take long for Mauricio's hands to work their way down Damian's back to his ass cheeks, squeezing and rubbing along the way.
"Raise up a little." Mauricio's hand supported Damian with a gentle lift of his balls. When he was far enough off the table, Mauricio shifted Damian's cock and pulled it down between his legs.
"You're very stiff, is that comfortable?" Mauricio's teasing made Damian's heart beat faster. The restrictive position escalated Damian's anticipation and caused his dick to pulse, shifting against the pliable cushion. Damian's words lodged in his throat, but he managed to muster up a long deep groan.
Mauricio's hands moved in sync with his choppy words, his knuckles tenderized the deep tissues of Damian's ass. "I'll. Take. That. As. A. Yes."
Oh yes. Yes. Yes. The words formed in Damian's head, but the pleasure was so great he couldn't get them out; until the dribbles of liquid trickled down his spine then between his ass cheeks.
Mauricio's hands worked their magic up and down Damian's back, plying deep into his muscles. Damian's body lay limp and his mind fixed on what was to come. The massage was just getting started.
Fingers slipped into the crack of Damian's ass and the soothing warmth of soft palms caressed his fleshy mounds, gliding at a snail's pace over his oil-slickened skin. A few slow strokes relaxed Damian some more. Damian's asshole twitched with the passing of Mauricio's well-practiced fingers, opening a little more each time.
"Yeah, Babe. You're loosening up nicely. A bit tighter than the last time I remember though." Mauricio's words floated on the air, blending with the waterfall sounds that poured from the speaker.
Damian instinctively arched his back a little, trying to satiate his wanton needs. Raising his ass to meet Mauricio's exploring fingers, Damian's hole pressed firmly against the broad fingertip that stiffened in the midst of the touch.
"You want that, don't you?" Mauricio's finger sank into Damian's willing hole.
The burn was just what Damian wanted as he stretched around the first knuckle. "I need it. Please. More." Damian managed to produce a low growl. He exercised his sphincter muscles, gripping and working at the finger buried knuckle deep.
A second finger broke through the tight ring of muscle, sliding along the other. The Mauricio's two fingers stroked deeper and deeper, scissoring in and out of Damian's hole, hauling low, rumbling groans from deep within his diaphragm. After a few trips in and out, Mauricio's fingers glided over Damian's gland with ease. Damian raised his ass up high, rocking back onto his knees until all his weight rested on his chest.
"That feels so good. God…yes! Fuck my hole." Damian's hips gyrated on Mauricio's fat fingers. Damian worked his ass around in circles. Mauricio's fingers followed the pattern perfectly, pressing and rubbing on Damian's gland.
"Lube." Damian's face pressed into the tabletop, distorting his words. But the hand he had outstretched behind him quickly filled with oil.
"Such a sweet ass." Mauricio's bluntness only boosted Damian's esteem. Set his raging hormones on fire.
Damian worked the oil onto his dick, stroking slow then fast, gripping then slipping. Damian twisted his hand in a corkscrew motion, fucking his fist as Mauricio's fingers massaged his insides.
"I can feel you swelling. Are you ready to come?" Mauricio's voice was breathy, passionate.
"I'm coming now. Right now." Damian's hips jerked uncontrollably, his prick pulsing, releasing his load. Damian's growled on a wave of pleasure, his ass squeezing the slick fingers as Mauricio pulled them from the gripping hole.
Mauricio braced one hand under Damian's abdomen and eased him to the table. Right into the puddle of cum. Damian turned his head to one side and was once again face-to-face with Mauricio's bobbing cock. Damian reached out and curled his arm around Mauricio's midsection, pulling him close.
"It looks like you could use a massage too." Damian's tongue flicked the tip of Mauricio's dick, scooping the pre-cum from the tip.
Tap. Tap.
The door opened slowly. "How is it I'm the only one here who thinks this is a bad idea?"
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See? I told you Damian was ready. And Mauricio is ready now *grin*.
Do you wonder what my fellow orgiasts came up with this week? Well, that makes two of us! C'mon, keep following me. We will find out together…*click*.
*whew* damn its hot in here! What a way to start a Monday morning! Thanks!
ReplyDeleteooh, hot, hot hot! Next Monday can't come fast enough!
ReplyDeleteHmm, will Damian and Mauricio have a third to play with now? Hot!
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