Articles by Melissa

Steamy Encounter at the Gym

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I was the only one in the locker room when she walked in. It was late, and the Athletic Club was almost deserted, just the way I liked it. I had finished my workout and was ready to unwind in the sauna before calling it a night. As I was about out of the locker room, I noticed her. She was stunning, with long, flowing brown hair that cascaded down her back and deep brown eyes that seemed to see right through me. Her body was a work of art, toned and curvy in all the right places, and her confident stride exuded a raw sexuality that instantly caught my attention.

I couldn’t help but admire her as she made her way to the lockers. She moved with a graceful elegance, her tight workout clothes hugging every inch of her perfect form. I watched as she bent over to retrieve something from her bag, offering a glimpse of her firm, round ass, barely covered by her spandex shorts. My dick stirred in my towel, already half-hard at the sight of this breathtaking woman.

She seemed to sense my gaze, and when she straightened up, her eyes locked with mine. There was a moment of silent understanding, a mutual acknowledgment of the raw desire simmering between us. I saw a hint of a smile play on her lips, a silent invitation that sent my heart racing.

“Excuse me,” she said, her voice smooth like honey. “I couldn’t help but notice the ‘Out of Order’ sign on the sauna. Is there another one I can use?”

I cleared my throat, trying to gather my thoughts. “Well, actually, the men’s sauna is still working. It’s just that it’s, uh, a bit further down the hall.” I gestured in the direction of the sauna, feeling my face heat up.

“Oh, I see. And is it empty?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Yeah, it should be. It’s pretty late, and most people have left by now,” I replied, my voice hoarse with anticipation.

“Perfect,” she purred. “I could use a good sweat. Lead the way.”

I couldn’t believe my luck. Here I was, about to share a sauna with this gorgeous woman, alone. As we walked side by side down the empty hallway, I snuck glances at her, taking in the subtle bounce of her breasts with each step. My cock was now fully erect, straining against the confines of my towel.

When we reached the men’s sauna, I held the door open for her, my heart pounding in my chest. She stepped inside, and I followed, closing the door behind us. The sauna was dimly lit, the air thick with steam, creating an intimate atmosphere.

“It’s all yours,” I said, gesturing to the wooden benches. “I’ll just sit over here and let you enjoy the heat.”

She smiled, a knowing smile that sent a shiver down my spine. “Oh, I don’t think so. I’d much rather enjoy the heat with some company.”

My mouth went dry as she began to untie her towel, letting it drop to the floor. My eyes feasted on her naked body, every inch of her flawless. Her breasts were full and round, crowned with dark nipples that were already tight with arousal. Her flat stomach led down to a trimmed patch of brown hair, barely concealing her glistening pussy lips.

“Your turn,” she said, her voice husky with desire.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I quickly shed my towel, my hard cock springing free. Her eyes widened at the sight of my length, thick and throbbing, already glistening with pre-cum.

“Damn,” she whispered, licking her lips. “You’re quite the specimen yourself.”

We sat across from each other, our bodies on full display, and the heat of the sauna seemed to intensify the sexual tension between us. I could see her nipples grow harder, her pussy glistening as it grew wetter. My cock twitched, desperate to be inside her.

“You know, I usually come here to relax after a workout,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “But tonight, I think I’d rather work up a different kind of sweat.”

“Oh yeah?” I managed to reply, my voice rough with need. “And what kind of sweat would that be?”

She leaned forward, her eyes never leaving mine. “The kind that comes from a good, hard fuck.”

I didn’t need any further encouragement. In one swift motion, I stood up and closed the distance between us. She opened her legs, inviting me to step between them. I positioned myself at her entrance, my cockhead pressing against her wetness.

“You sure about this?” I asked, my voice thick with desire.

“Oh yes,” she breathed, reaching up to pull me down for a kiss.

Our lips met, and it was like a spark igniting a fire. Her mouth was hot and hungry, her tongue dancing with mine. I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth, mirroring the action I was about to perform with my cock. She moaned into my mouth, her hands gripping my ass, pulling me closer.

I broke the kiss, my breath ragged as I looked into her lust-filled eyes. “I want to watch you come apart on my dick,” I growled, my voice raw with desire.

“Then don’t keep me waiting,” she whispered, her eyes flashing with excitement.

I plunged into her in one smooth motion, filling her in one stroke. She cried out, her back arching as she took my entire length. I paused, letting her adjust to my size, but she was already pushing back against me, eager for more.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groaned, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back into her.

“Harder,” she demanded, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Fuck me harder.”

I obliged, pounding into her with abandon. The sound of our flesh slapping together filled the sauna, mixing with our moans and gasps. Sweat dripped from our bodies, adding to the slickness between us. I reached down, finding her clit with my thumb, and began to rub it in circles as I fucked her.

“Oh God, yes!” she cried out, her head thrown back in ecstasy. “Right there, keep doing that!”

I quickened my pace, my balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. Her pussy clenched around my cock, milking me as she rode the waves of pleasure. I felt my own orgasm building, my balls tightening as I fought to hold on.

“I’m gonna come,” I warned her, my voice strained.

“Yes, fill me up,” she begged. “I want to feel you cum deep inside me.”

Her words were all the encouragement I needed. I thrust into her one final time, my cock twitching as I emptied my load deep within her. I felt her pussy contract around me, milking every last drop of my cum as her own orgasm ripped through her.

We collapsed onto the bench, our bodies still intertwined, our hearts racing. I could feel her pussy pulsating around my softening cock, her juices mingling with my cum.

“That was incredible,” she panted, looking up at me with a satisfied smile. “I didn’t expect to find a fuck buddy at the gym tonight.”

I laughed, pulling her close for a kiss. “Neither did I. But I’m damn glad I did.”

We sat there for a while, catching our breath, our bodies still glistening with sweat and cum. As we got up to leave, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing that the sauna had provided the perfect setting for our steamy encounter. And as we parted ways, I knew that this night would be forever etched in my memory, a testament to the power of raw, uninhibited desire.

Picture Perfect

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I had always been one to embrace my sensual side, and today was no exception. My brown locks cascaded over my shoulders, framing my face, and my eyes sparkled with anticipation as I arrived at the photographer’s studio. It had been ages since I’d treated myself to a professional photoshoot, and I was eager to see the results.

The photographer, a charming man named Ethan, greeted me with a warm smile. His studio was cozy, filled with soft lighting and various backdrops. As I stepped inside, I felt a tingle of excitement run down my spine, knowing what was about to unfold.

“Melissa, right? You look stunning,” Ethan complimented, his eyes roaming over my figure. I was dressed in a simple white blouse and black pencil skirt, a conservative outfit that hinted at the curves beneath.

“Thank you, Ethan. I’m excited to see what we can create today,” I replied, my voice laced with a hint of seduction.

He guided me to a dressing room, where I was to change into my first outfit—a little black dress that hugged my body in all the right places. As I slipped it on, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my brown eyes smoldering with desire. I knew I looked good, and the thought of being photographed like this sent a thrill through my body.

Ethan entered the dressing room, his camera already in hand. “You’re ready?” he asked, his gaze intense.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I responded, feeling a surge of confidence.

The first few shots were simple, capturing my natural beauty. I posed gracefully, letting the camera adore my every curve. Ethan’s lens seemed to caress my body, focusing on my cleavage, the swell of my hips, and the long lines of my legs. I felt like a goddess, exuding sensuality with every click of the shutter.

“You’re a natural, Melissa,” Ethan praised, his voice husky. “But I think we can take this to the next level.”

Intrigued, I raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And how do you propose we do that?”

With a mischievous grin, he leaned closer, his breath tickling my ear. “I have a client who’s looking for something… unique. He’s willing to pay top dollar for some exclusive content. All you need to do is bare it all for my camera.”

My heart raced at his suggestion. I’d never done anything like this before, but the idea of being completely exposed, of having my naked body immortalized in photographs, was exhilarating. I bit my lip, considering the offer.

“It’s just for personal use, I assure you,” Ethan added, sensing my hesitation. “And you’ll be well compensated.”

The thought of the extra money was tempting, but it was the thrill of exhibitionism that truly sealed the deal. I wanted to feel the rush of being watched, of knowing my intimate moments would be captured forever.

“I’m in,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Ethan’s eyes lit up with excitement. He led me to the main studio, where a large white backdrop awaited. “Just relax and be yourself. Show me what you’ve got, Melissa.”

As I stepped in front of the backdrop, I felt a surge of power. I began to undress slowly, savoring every moment. First, I slipped off my dress, revealing a lacy black bra and matching panties. My breasts heaved with each breath, the nipples straining against the delicate fabric. I could see Ethan’s eyes darken with desire as he captured my every move.

With deliberate slowness, I unhooked my bra, letting it slide off my shoulders, baring my full, round breasts. My nipples hardened in the cool air, begging for attention. I cupped them in my hands, squeezing gently, and arched my back, offering myself to the camera. Ethan’s shutter clicked furiously, capturing my every curve.

“That’s it, Melissa,” he encouraged, his voice thick with arousal. “You’re stunning. Now, show me more.”

I slid my thumbs into the waistband of my panties, teasingly pulling them down my thighs, revealing the smooth, bare skin of my pussy. My fingers grazed my moist folds, and I let out a soft moan, unable to resist the temptation.

“Touch yourself,” Ethan urged, his voice hoarse. “Let me capture your pleasure.”

I sank to the floor, my back against the backdrop, and spread my legs wide, giving him an unobstructed view. My fingers found my clit, already swollen with need. I began to rub slow circles, building the tension. My breath quickened, and my hips moved in rhythm with my strokes. I was putting on a show, and the thought of Ethan watching me, his camera capturing my every move, sent me over the edge.

“Oh yes, Melissa, keep going,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the camera.

My fingers worked faster, plunging into my wetness, my thumb rubbing my clit in quick, firm strokes. I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my body on fire. I cried out as the orgasm hit, my back arching, and my hips thrusting against my hand. Ethan’s camera flashed relentlessly, immortalizing my climax.

As I lay there, breathless and sated, Ethan approached me, his camera still in hand. “That was incredible, Melissa. You’re a true exhibitionist.”

I smiled, my body still buzzing with pleasure. “I never knew I’d enjoy it so much.”

Ethan’s eyes locked with mine, and I could see the desire burning in them. “I want more, Melissa. I want to see you cum again, but this time, I want to be inside you.”

His words sent a jolt of excitement through my body. I had been so caught up in my own pleasure that I hadn’t realized how turned on he was. I wanted him, needed to feel him inside me after the intense display of my sexuality.

Without a word, I stood and pulled him towards the nearby sofa. I straddled his lap, feeling his hardness pressing against my core through his pants. With nimble fingers, I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his muscular chest, and then undid his belt, freeing his straining erection.

“You’ve been a good boy, Ethan,” I purred, stroking his length. “Now it’s time for your reward.”

I lowered myself onto his cock, taking him deep inside me with a slow, deliberate glide. We both moaned as our bodies connected, his filling me perfectly. I began to move, riding him with abandon, my breasts bouncing with each thrust. Ethan’s hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements, urging me on.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

I leaned forward, my breasts brushing against his chest, and kissed him hungrily, our tongues dancing in a passionate rhythm. Our bodies moved as one, the sofa creaking beneath us, as we fucked with raw, unbridled passion.

Ethan’s hands roamed my body, squeezing my ass, and cupping my breasts, his touch fueling the fire within me. I rode him harder, my pussy clenching around his shaft, desperate for release.

“Cum for me, Melissa,” he growled, his voice hoarse with desire.

I arched my back, my fingers digging into his shoulders as the pleasure surged through me. “Oh, Ethan!” I cried out as my orgasm exploded, my walls rippling around his cock.

Ethan followed close behind, his hips thrusting wildly as he filled me with his hot cum. We clung to each other, our hearts racing, and our bodies glistening with sweat.

As we lay entangled on the sofa, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The photoshoot had been an incredible experience, and the sex that followed was even more intense. I had discovered a new side of myself, one that reveled in exhibitionism and the thrill of being desired.

“That was…” Ethan began, searching for words.

“Incredible,” I finished for him, a satisfied smile on my face. “I can’t wait to see the photos and do it all over again.”

He laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I have a feeling this is just the beginning, Melissa. You’ve unleashed something wild within yourself.”

I stood, my body still buzzing with pleasure, and straightened my clothes. “You’re right, Ethan. And I can’t wait to explore it further.”

As I walked out of the studio, I knew this was just the start of my journey into the world of erotic exhibitionism. The photos would be a constant reminder of my newfound freedom, and I couldn’t wait to see where this path would lead me next.

A Wild Night at The Tipsy Buffalo

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I walked into The Tipsy Buffalo, my favorite dive bar in Austin, the familiar scent of beer and sawdust filling my nostrils. It was a typical Friday night, and the place was buzzing with energy. Country music blasted from the speakers, setting the mood for a wild night ahead. I made my way through the crowd, nodding at familiar faces, until I spotted my friend, Kristen, waving me over to the corner booth.

Kristen, with her stunning blonde hair and sparkling green eyes, was a sight for sore eyes. She had a playful smile on her face, and her body-hugging dress showcased her incredible figure. As I approached, I noticed she was deep in conversation with a handsome stranger. His name was Matthew, and he seemed to be captivating both of us with his charming demeanor.

“Melissa, darling, you made it!” Kristen exclaimed as I slid into the booth beside her. “We were just getting to know each other. Matthew here is new in town and looking for some fun.”

Matthew, with his confident smile and piercing blue eyes, extended his hand towards me. “Pleasure to meet you, Melissa. Kristen was just telling me about your adventures. Seems like you two know how to have a good time.”

I couldn’t help but blush at his forwardness. Matthew was undeniably attractive, with his brown hair that fell perfectly across his forehead and a chiseled jawline. His muscular frame filled out his shirt, hinting at a well-built body beneath.

“We do know how to have fun,” I replied, taking his hand and giving it a firm shake. “And it seems like you’re about to find out firsthand.”

As the night progressed, we indulged in a few rounds of drinks, sharing stories and flirting shamelessly. Matthew was a natural charmer, effortlessly switching between witty banter and seductive glances. I found myself drawn to his playful nature, and the chemistry between us was palpable. Kristen, ever the instigator, seemed to sense the growing tension and decided to take matters into her own hands.

“You know, we’ve been having such a great time, and the three of us seem to get along so well,” she said, leaning forward conspiratorially. “Maybe we should take the party back to my place and see where the night takes us.”

I felt my pulse quicken at the suggestion, and Matthew’s eyes lit up with anticipation. Without waiting for a response, Kristen signaled the bartender for the bill, her determination evident in her body language.

“Let’s go, shall we?” She stood up, grabbed her purse, and headed towards the exit, leaving Matthew and me to follow in her wake.

The short walk to Kristen’s apartment was filled with nervous excitement. We chatted casually, but our minds were clearly elsewhere. As we entered her cozy apartment, the mood shifted from playful to sensual in an instant. Kristen dimmed the lights, putting on some soft music, and poured us each a glass of wine.

“Make yourselves comfortable,” she purred, her voice low and sultry. “I’ll be right back.”

Matthew and I exchanged a knowing glance, our eyes speaking volumes. We sat on the plush couch, our bodies close, and sipped our wine, anticipation building with every passing second. The silence was broken by the sound of Kristen’s footsteps approaching, and we turned to see her standing in the doorway, a vision of desire.

She had changed into a sheer black negligee that left little to the imagination. Her curves were accentuated by the soft fabric, and her nipples hardened beneath the thin material. Her eyes smoldered as she slowly walked towards us, her hips swaying seductively.

“I thought we could start with a little striptease,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear as she leaned in close. “Unless you two have other ideas?”

Matthew’s hand found its way to my thigh, his touch sending shivers up my spine. I turned to him, my eyes locking with his, and I saw the hunger burning within. Without a word, I stood and began to undress, slowly peeling off my dress, revealing my lace bra and matching panties.

Kristen’s eyes widened with appreciation as I approached her, my body on full display. I reached behind me, unhooking my bra, and let it fall to the floor, my breasts heavy and full. Matthew’s gaze followed my every move, his breath quickening.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

I knelt before Kristen, my hands gliding up her thighs, and began to kiss her inner thighs, my breath hot against her sensitive skin. She let out a soft moan, her hands running through my hair, encouraging me. I could feel Matthew’s eyes on us, his desire palpable.

As I continued to explore Kristen’s body with my lips and tongue, Matthew moved closer, his hands caressing my bare back. I felt his hardness pressing against my thigh, and I couldn’t resist reaching for it. I stroked him through his pants, feeling his length and thickness, and he let out a low groan.

“Oh, fuck, that feels incredible,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust.

Kristen, overcome with pleasure, pulled me up for a passionate kiss, her tongue dancing with mine. I could taste the wine on her lips, and her hands roamed over my body, igniting a fire within me. Matthew joined us, his hands cupping my breasts, his mouth finding mine, and we shared a heated three-way kiss, our tongues entwined.

Breaking away, Kristen guided us towards the bedroom, her hand trailing down my back, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Matthew followed, his eyes never leaving our bodies. Once inside, Kristen pushed me onto the bed, her hands immediately going to my panties, sliding them down my legs.

“I want to taste you,” she murmured, her fingers already dipping into my wetness.

I lay back, my legs falling open, as Kristen positioned herself between them. Her tongue teased my clit, flicking and circling, driving me wild. I arched my back, my hands gripping the sheets, as she delved deeper, her fingers working in tandem with her mouth.

Matthew stood at the foot of the bed, his erection straining against his pants. I reached for him, pulling him closer, and he eagerly shed his clothes, revealing his thick, throbbing cock. I stroked him, my hand gliding up and down his length, as Kristen continued to devour me.

“I want to feel that gorgeous cock inside me,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with need.

Matthew didn’t need any further encouragement. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. I guided his hardness to my entrance, and he slowly pushed inside, filling me with his warmth. I gasped as he stretched me, his cock sliding deep within me.

Kristen, ever attentive, continued to pleasure me with her tongue, her fingers working in unison with Matthew’s thrusts. I was caught in a whirlwind of sensations, my body trembling with pleasure. Matthew’s pace quickened, his hips snapping forward, driving into me with abandon.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I cried out, my body on the brink of release.

Kristen’s mouth worked feverishly, her tongue never faltering, as Matthew pounded into me, his grunts filling the room. I could feel my orgasm building, an intense wave of pleasure crashing over me.

“I’m gonna cum!” I screamed, my body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through me.

Matthew’s thrusts became more urgent, his cock swelling inside me. He let out a primal roar as he emptied himself, filling me with his hot seed. I could feel his cum leaking out of me, mixing with my juices, as Kristen continued to lap at my sensitive flesh.

Exhausted and satisfied, we collapsed onto the bed, our bodies entangled. Kristen snuggled up to me, her hand gently stroking my thigh, while Matthew lay on his back, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

“That was fucking incredible,” he managed to say, his voice raspy.

I smiled, my body still buzzing with pleasure. “It was just the beginning.”

As we lay there, spent and content, I knew this night would be one to remember. The chemistry between us was electric, and the possibilities were endless. I couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the night, and the morning after, had in store for us.

The adventure had only just begun, and I was eager to explore every inch of pleasure with these two captivating individuals.

The Seductive Encounter

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I stood in front of the mirror, my hands gently caressing my breasts, feeling the softness of my skin. I smiled at my reflection, knowing that Matthew was going to love what he was about to see. My name is Melissa, and I’ve known Matthew for years. We were friends, and after both going through recent breakups, we decided to become something more—fuck buddies. It was a mutual agreement, a way to satisfy our physical needs without the complications of a relationship. And I was more than happy to oblige, especially when I discovered Matthew’s particular fetish.

I had always been confident about my body, and my ample breasts were one of my favorite assets. They were perfectly round, full, and heavy, with large, dark nipples that hardened at the slightest touch. I knew men found them irresistible, and Matthew was no exception. He had a thing for breasts, especially when it came to titty-fucking.

As I dressed for the evening, I chose a revealing outfit, wanting to tease and tempt him from the moment he laid eyes on me. I slipped into a sheer black lace bra that barely contained my generous cleavage, pushing my breasts together to create a deep, inviting valley. The bra struggled to support my heavy breasts, and I knew it would be a challenge for him to keep his hands off me. I paired it with a short, tight skirt that hugged my curves and showcased my long, toned legs. A pair of black stockings and high heels completed the look, making me feel like a vixen, ready to seduce and be seduced.

I arrived at Matthew’s place, a bottle of wine in hand, feeling a familiar flutter in my stomach. He opened the door, his eyes immediately locking onto my revealing outfit. I could see the desire in his gaze as he took in my appearance, his eyes traveling from my face down to my exposed cleavage.

“Wow, Melissa,” he said, his voice hoarse with want. “You look incredible.”

I smiled, feeling a rush of power at his reaction. “All for you, Matthew. I thought we could have a little fun tonight.”

He stepped aside, inviting me in. “Oh, I intend to have a lot of fun, believe me.”

As I entered his apartment, I could sense his eyes on me, taking in every curve and sway of my body. I poured us each a glass of wine, my fingers slightly trembling as I handed him his. Matthew took a sip, his eyes never leaving my face, and then my breasts.

“So, tell me, Matthew,” I said, leaning against the kitchen counter, my legs slightly parted. “How much do you love breasts?”

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “You know I do, Melissa. I’ve always been a boob man. But yours… they’re something else.”

I bit my lip, feeling a warm tingle between my thighs. “And what do you like to do with them?”

Matthew’s gaze darkened, and he took a step closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I like to suck on them, lick them, worship them. But my favorite… is to fuck them.”

My pussy clenched at his words, and I felt a rush of wetness. I loved the idea of using my breasts to pleasure him, to make him lose control. I took a step towards him, my hands resting on his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath my palms.

“Then let’s not waste any time,” I whispered, my breath hot against his neck.

I pushed him gently towards the couch, and he sat down, his eyes never leaving my body. I straddled his lap, my skirt riding up my thighs, and positioned myself so that my pussy was just inches from his face. I could feel his warm breath on my sensitive skin.

“You’re so beautiful, Melissa,” he murmured, his hands reaching up to cup my breasts.

I leaned back, arching my back slightly, offering my heavy orbs to his touch. His fingers traced the lace of my bra, teasing the sensitive skin beneath. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation, as his thumbs brushed over my nipples, making them pebble-hard.

“They’re so big, so soft,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “I want to feel them around my cock.”

I smiled, my heart racing. “Then you shall, Matthew. But first, I want to tease you a little more.”

I stood up, my skirt falling back into place, and slowly unbuttoned my blouse, revealing more of my cleavage. I turned my back to him, letting him admire the curve of my waist and the swell of my ass in the tight skirt. With a gentle push, I released my breasts from the confines of my bra, letting them hang free, the weight of them pulling at my sensitive nipples.

“Oh, fuck,” Matthew breathed, his voice filled with awe.

I turned to face him, my breasts swaying with the movement. I ran my hands over them, squeezing and lifting them, offering them to his gaze. His eyes were glued to my chest, his mouth slightly open, and I could see the bulge in his pants growing.

“Come here,” I said, my voice low and commanding.

I took his hand and led him to the bedroom, the wine forgotten on the kitchen counter. Once inside, I pushed him onto the bed and stood before him, my legs slightly apart, my breasts heavy and inviting.

“Undress me,” I whispered, my breath hot on his face.

Matthew’s hands were shaking as he reached for the buttons of my blouse, his fingers fumbling in their haste. He managed to undo them, and I shrugged the blouse off, letting it fall to the floor. I stood there, my breasts exposed, my nipples hard and pointing towards him.

“Suck them,” I commanded, my voice husky.

He leaned forward, his mouth replacing his hands, and took a nipple into his warm, wet mouth. He sucked gently at first, then with more urgency, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. I moaned, my head falling back, as he switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention.

“That’s it, Matthew,” I encouraged, my hands on his head, guiding him. “Suck them, make them wet for your cock.”

He obeyed, his mouth working feverishly, his hands now roaming over my body, squeezing my ass and stroking my thighs. I was soaking wet, my pussy throbbing with need, but I wanted to focus on his pleasure first.

“Now, lie back,” I instructed, pushing him gently onto the bed.

I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself between his legs, my knees on either side of his hips. I leaned forward, my breasts dangling above his straining erection, and smiled down at him.

“Are you ready for this, Matthew?” I asked, my voice teasing.

He nodded, his eyes fixed on my breasts. “Oh yes, please, Melissa.”

I lowered myself, taking his hard length in my hands, and guided it between my breasts, positioning it at the entrance of my cleavage. I squeezed my breasts together, creating a tight channel for his cock, and began to slide up and down, my nipples brushing against his shaft with each stroke.

“Fuck, that’s amazing,” he groaned, his hands gripping my thighs.

I increased the pace, my breasts massaging his cock, my nipples rubbing against his sensitive skin. I could feel his precum leaking out, lubricating my breasts as I fucked him with them.

“You like that, don’t you?” I whispered, my breath hot on his skin.

“Yes, oh yes,” he panted, his hips thrusting upwards to meet my movements.

I leaned forward, my breasts pressing against his chest, my nipples grazing his, as I continued to ride his cock with my tits. I could feel his balls tightening, his cock throbbing between my breasts, and I knew he was close.

“Cum for me, Matthew,” I urged, my voice thick with desire. “Cover my tits with your hot load.”

He arched his back, his hands gripping my hips, and with a loud groan, he came, his warm cum shooting out in thick ropes, coating my breasts and neck. I squeezed my breasts around his pulsing cock, milking every last drop from him.

We lay there for a moment, catching our breath, his softening cock still nestled between my breasts. I smiled down at him, my hands gently stroking his chest.

“That was incredible, Melissa,” he said, his voice filled with wonder.

I leaned down and kissed him, tasting the remnants of our passion on his lips. “It’s just the beginning, Matthew. I have so much more to show you.”

As I spoke, I felt his cock twitch against my breasts, already showing signs of life again. I smiled to myself, knowing that this was just the start of our erotic journey together.

Little did Matthew know, I had only just begun to explore his breast fetish, and I intended to take him to new heights of pleasure. The thought made me shiver with anticipation, and I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when I revealed my next surprise.

The Happy Dragon’s Secret

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The bustling streets of New York City welcomed Melissa as she stepped out of her hotel, eager to explore during her brief respite from work. With a few hours to spare, she decided to wander through the vibrant Chinatown, her curiosity piqued by the exotic atmosphere. As she strolled past colorful shops and fragrant restaurants, a discreet sign caught her eye—’The Happy Dragon Beauty Spa’. Intrigued, she entered, assuming it was a typical spa offering a much-needed respite for her tired body.

The interior of the spa was dimly lit, adorned with oriental decor, and filled with the soothing aroma of incense. A small, elderly Chinese woman, Li, greeted Melissa with a warm smile, her black hair neatly tied back, revealing wise, dark eyes. She wore a traditional silk robe, her petite frame exuding a sense of calm and serenity. Melissa felt instantly at ease.

“Welcome, beautiful lady. Are you here for our special massage?” Li’s voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of a Chinese accent.

Melissa, assuming it was a regular massage, agreed, unaware of the true nature of the services offered at The Happy Dragon. She was led to a private room, the walls adorned with intricate silk tapestries, and the air filled with the scent of jasmine. The atmosphere was relaxing, and Melissa felt her worries melt away.

Li instructed Melissa to undress and lie face down on the soft massage table, covered in luxurious silk sheets. The room was warm, and Melissa’s skin tingled with anticipation as she exposed her naked body to the gentle touch of the air. She could hear the soothing sounds of a traditional Chinese flute playing in the background, adding to the exotic ambiance.

Li’s skilled hands began to work their magic, starting with Melissa’s shoulders and back. Her touch was firm yet gentle, kneading the tension out of Melissa’s muscles. Warm oil was applied, its scent filling Melissa’s senses as Li’s hands glided smoothly over her skin. The massage was exquisite, and Melissa felt herself drifting into a state of pure bliss.

As Li’s hands moved down to Melissa’s thighs, her touch became more intimate. She massaged the insides of Melissa’s thighs, her fingers brushing dangerously close to Melissa’s most sensitive areas. Melissa, caught off guard, let out a soft moan, unsure how to react. She had never experienced such a bold massage before.

Li’s hands paused, and she whispered softly, her breath warm against Melissa’s ear, “Relax, beautiful. Let me pleasure you in ways you’ve never imagined.”

Before Melissa could respond, Li’s hands resumed their exploration, this time with more purpose. Li’s fingers found their way to Melissa’s pussy, gently caressing the soft, moist folds. Melissa’s breath quickened as she felt Li’s skilled touch, her body responding involuntarily to the pleasure. She had never been touched by a woman before, and the sensation was both unfamiliar and intensely arousing.

Li’s fingers danced over Melissa’s clit, circling and teasing, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Melissa’s hips involuntarily bucked, seeking more contact. Li chuckled softly, a sensual sound that sent shivers down Melissa’s spine.

“You like this, don’t you, my sweet?” Li’s voice was a soft purr, filled with satisfaction at Melissa’s reaction.

Melissa could only nod, her mouth dry as she struggled to form words. She had never felt such intense pleasure from a simple touch. Li’s fingers continued their dance, sliding down to penetrate Melissa’s wetness, her middle finger sliding effortlessly into her tight pussy.

“Oh, you’re so wet, so ready,” Li whispered, her finger curling and finding that special spot deep within Melissa’s core.

Melissa gasped, her body arching off the table as Li’s finger worked its magic, hitting her G-spot with precision. It was a sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced. Li’s other hand reached up to pinch and roll Melissa’s hardened nipples, sending electric shocks of pleasure through her body.

“Cum for me, beautiful. Let go of your inhibitions,” Li urged, her voice a soft command.

Melissa’s body trembled as she felt the orgasm building, an overwhelming sensation that she couldn’t control. Li’s fingers quickened their pace, her thumb now rubbing Melissa’s clit in perfect rhythm with her finger’s thrusts.

With a loud cry, Melissa climaxed, her body shaking violently as waves of pleasure washed over her. It was her first female orgasm, and it was mind-blowing. Li’s skilled touch had unlocked a new world of pleasure, one Melissa never knew existed.

As Melissa lay panting, her body sated and relaxed, Li gently removed her hands and began to wipe away the excess oil with a warm, damp cloth. Melissa felt a mix of emotions—embarrassment, excitement, and a deep sense of satisfaction.

“That was incredible,” Melissa managed to say, her voice hoarse from the intensity of her release.

Li smiled, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. “It’s my pleasure to bring pleasure, my dear. Many women come here for this very reason. You are not the first, and you won’t be the last.”

Melissa realized that The Happy Dragon was more than just a spa. It was a place where women could explore their desires, free from judgment. She felt a sense of empowerment and a newfound curiosity about her own sexuality.

As she dressed, Melissa couldn’t help but wonder what other secrets Li and The Happy Dragon held. The experience had awakened something within her, a hunger for more. She knew she would be back, eager to explore the boundaries of her own pleasure and to discover the full extent of Li’s sensual expertise.

The first chapter of Melissa’s erotic journey had ended, but the story was far from over. The Happy Dragon and Li had opened a door to a world of sensual delights, and Melissa was eager to step through and embrace the unknown.