Lesbian Masseuse Plugs and Facesits My Wife

Vivian had booked the private suite at the high-end studio on a whim after her friend mentioned the masseuse’s hands, and now, at twenty-eight, she lay face-down on the padded table with a thick bolster pillow shoved under her hips so her ass rose in a soft, inviting curve. The room smelled of warm cedar and citrus oil. Soft music hummed low. She was naked under the thin sheet from the waist down, married ten years and still not quite sure why she’d asked for the full-body deep tissue with the woman everyone whispered about.

Naomi, thirty-one, stepped in wearing a simple black tank and loose pants, her dark hair twisted up, strong forearms already gleaming with a light sheen of oil. “Vivian,” she said, voice low and easy. “We’ll start slow. Tell me if anything feels too much.” She folded the sheet down to the small of Vivian’s back, exposing the full swell of her ass and the tops of her thighs, then poured warm oil in a slow line from shoulders to the cleft. Her palms followed, broad and firm, working the oil into the muscles along Vivian’s spine in long, unhurried strokes.

Vivian exhaled into the face cradle. Naomi’s thumbs found the knots at the base of her neck and pressed until heat bloomed, then drifted lower, circling the dimples above her ass. “You’ve got a beautiful body,” Naomi murmured, not clinical, almost appreciative. “Soft where it should be, strong underneath. I can already feel how you respond.” Her hands slid over the upper curves of Vivian’s buttocks, kneading gently, spreading a little more oil so the skin shone. Vivian’s breath caught. The compliment landed somewhere low in her belly. She shifted, and the pillow pressed up between her thighs, a faint, unexpected pressure against her pussy.

Naomi’s palms traveled down the backs of her thighs, thumbs tracing the inner seams, then returned to the ass, lifting and releasing each cheek in a slow rhythm. “Relax into it,” she said. “Let me feel you.” The strokes grew broader, oil slick between her fingers, and every time her hands swept upward they brushed the sensitive skin just above Vivian’s hole, then glided away again. Vivian’s nipples tightened against the sheet. She could smell her own arousal mixing with the citrus. Naomi noticed; her thumbs lingered a fraction longer on the next pass, pressing the flesh apart just enough that cool air kissed the wet seam of Vivian’s cunt.

“You’re already so warm,” Naomi said, almost conversational, though her voice had dropped. “Most people take longer to open up. Your skin flushes right here.” She dragged two oiled fingers along the crease where ass met thigh, and Vivian’s hips twitched forward into the pillow. A soft, involuntary sound left her throat. Naomi smiled, unseen. “Good. Stay with that. I’m going to work deeper now.”

Her hands settled fully on Vivian’s ass, fingers sinking into the plump flesh, kneading in slow circles that pulled the cheeks apart and let them fall together again. Oil ran in thin rivulets down the cleft. Each time Naomi’s thumbs swept inward they grazed the outer lips of Vivian’s pussy, already slick and swollen, and the touch sent a bright spark up her spine. Vivian’s breathing turned ragged. She rocked once, then again, grinding the pillow’s firm edge against her clit without meaning to. The friction was maddening, not enough, and Naomi’s strong hands only made it worse by holding her open, exposing everything.

“Look at you,” Naomi murmured, spreading her wider. One thumb stroked the length of her slit, gathering wetness, then retreated to circle the tight ring of her asshole with deliberate pressure. Vivian whimpered. Her thighs trembled. Naomi poured more oil directly into the cleft, letting it trickle over the puckered hole and down onto the pillow. “So responsive. Every time I touch you here you push back. You want more, don’t you?”

Vivian nodded into the cradle, face hot. Words felt thick. Naomi’s fingers kept working the inner thighs, squeezing the soft flesh, thumbs brushing closer and closer to her dripping cunt until Vivian was panting, hips rolling in small, desperate circles against the bolster. The sheet had slipped completely off. Naomi reached to the side table and picked up a large, tapered butt plug, already gleaming with thick lube. She held it where Vivian could feel the cool weight of it resting against one cheek.

“This is going to stretch you,” Naomi said quietly. She circled the blunt tip around Vivian’s asshole, not pushing yet, just painting the tight muscle with slickness, pressing lightly so the ring fluttered and clenched. Vivian’s whole body jerked. The plug was thick, wider than anything she’d ever taken, and the teasing circles made her hole twitch greedily.

“What do you think you are doing?” Vivian gasped, voice high and startled, but the words came out breathy, almost pleading. Her hips pushed back hard against the plug, seeking the pressure, ass lifting higher off the pillow in clear, eager invitation. Naomi’s free hand stroked her lower back, soothing and possessive at once.

“Exactly what you want,” Naomi answered, and began to press.

The thick head of the plug breached her slowly at first, stretching the rim wide. Vivian cried out, a sharp whimper that turned into a long, shaky moan as Naomi kept the steady pressure, working the toy in with small twists. Oil and lube made the glide inevitable. Vivian’s asshole burned and opened, clutching around the widening shaft, and she wiggled helplessly, thighs spreading, toes curling against the table. Naomi didn’t stop. She pushed firmly, steadily, until the widest part popped past the tight ring and the plug sank all the way in, base seating flush against Vivian’s ass. The sudden, overwhelming fullness made Vivian whimper loudly, the sound raw, her whole body shaking as she squirmed and rocked, trying to adjust to the heavy weight buried deep inside her.

“Fuck,” she sobbed, voice cracking. “It’s so big—oh god—”

Naomi’s hand stayed on the base, holding it seated while her other hand slid underneath Vivian’s hips. Two fingers found her swollen clit immediately, already soaked, and began rubbing in fast, expert circles. The dual sensation—plug stuffing her ass, fingers working her clit—ripped a broken moan from Vivian’s throat. She wiggled harder, ass clenching around the plug with every stroke, the motion grinding her clit against Naomi’s fingers and the pillow at once. Naomi’s pace never faltered. She rubbed tight, relentless circles, occasionally dipping lower to slick her fingers through Vivian’s dripping folds before returning to the throbbing bud, pressing and circling until Vivian’s thighs shook uncontrollably.

“That’s it,” Naomi coaxed, voice rough with her own arousal. “Cum for me. Squeeze that plug and let go.”

Vivian’s orgasm hit like a wave. She came hard, crying out, body locking and then shuddering in long, helpless spasms. Her asshole pulsed around the thick plug, milking it, while her clit throbbed under Naomi’s fingers. Wetness gushed, soaking Naomi’s hand and the pillow. She wiggled and moaned through it, hips jerking, the stretch inside her making every contraction sharper, deeper, until she collapsed trembling, breath hitching in little aftershocks.

Naomi didn’t give her time to recover. She stripped her own pants and panties off in one motion, revealing a trimmed dark patch and glistening pussy already wet from watching. She climbed onto the table, knees bracketing Vivian’s shoulders, and lowered herself until her soaked cunt settled directly over Vivian’s upturned face. The scent of her arousal filled Vivian’s nose—musky, sweet, intoxicating. Naomi’s thighs flexed as she sat fully, grinding her wet lips across Vivian’s mouth and nose.

“Lick,” she ordered, voice thick. Vivian obeyed at once, tongue sliding out to lap eagerly through Naomi’s folds, tasting salt and slick heat. Naomi groaned and began to ride, rocking her hips in slow, heavy circles, smearing her pussy over Vivian’s tongue and chin. The plug still filled Vivian’s ass, every small shift of her body making it shift inside her, keeping her on the edge of another peak. She licked harder, sucking Naomi’s clit when it dragged across her lips, tongue fucking up into her when Naomi ground down.

Naomi’s moans grew louder, unrestrained. She reached back with one hand to press the base of the plug, twisting it gently while she rode, and the added pressure made Vivian whimper into her cunt. Naomi’s thighs tightened around Vivian’s head. She ground faster, chasing it, wet sounds filling the room as Vivian’s tongue worked desperately. When Naomi came, it was powerful—her whole body seized, pussy clenching and fluttering against Vivian’s mouth, a rush of wetness coating her tongue and lips as she cried out and rode through the spasms, hips jerking in short, greedy thrusts until the peak slowly ebbed.

She stayed seated for long minutes afterward, lazy aftershocks rolling through her. She rocked slowly, almost gently now, letting Vivian’s tongue soothe her oversensitive clit with soft, broad licks. “God, your mouth,” she praised, voice husky and warm. “So good. Keep going just like that. You feel incredible.” Vivian hummed, still licking, still full of the plug, blissed and trembling beneath her. Naomi’s fingers stroked through Vivian’s hair, petting, while she continued the slow grind, drawing out every last pulse of pleasure until her thighs finally stopped quivering.

Eventually she lifted off, careful, and swung her leg over. She reached between Vivian’s cheeks and eased the plug out in one slow, steady pull. Vivian whimpered at the sudden emptiness, hole fluttering, then sighed as Naomi set the toy aside. Naomi helped her roll onto her side and then sit up, supporting her shaky shoulders. Vivian’s face was shiny with Naomi’s cum, lips swollen, eyes dazed and dark with satisfaction. Naomi leaned in and kissed her deeply, tasting herself on Vivian’s tongue, the kiss slow and filthy and sweet all at once. Their mouths moved together until both women were breathing hard again.

Naomi pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, thumb brushing Vivian’s cheek. “Same time next week?” she asked, voice low and sure. “I’ll have the bigger plug ready, and I want that pretty mouth on me the second you walk in. You going to let me sit on your face until you can’t breathe, Vivian?”