don’t know if I can stand to…you know…let her touch me.”
“Ah, I see. You feel you may be too close to orgasm already. We can fix this.”
Thor opened a wall cabinet, closed it, and opened another, before he found what he was looking for. “Here.” He handed Ryan a small packet. “Put this on, it will help you hold off your orgasm. We can’t have you finishing before your lovely lady.”
Ryan tore open the packet and slid the cock ring over the distended head of his shaft and down to the base. He gritted his teeth against the need to rut against something, anything, until he found relief. When the ring settled around the base, Thor helped him to lie on the table on his back. “We will begin with your feet, as we did with Candace. I think you will find this arousing.”
“If I get anymore aroused I’m going to have a heart attack,” Ryan said, only half joking. If it was possible to die of sexual need, then death was imminent. Now Thor expected him to stay still while Candace touched him the way he’d touched her? Impossible. He hadn’t fucked a woman in months. His self-control wasn’t good enough to make it through the massage without coming.
“I think you can do it, Ryan.” He took one foot in hand, as he had with Candace. “Concentrate on Candace’s hands, not on your cock.” Candace took his other foot and began to apply pressure as Thor demonstrated. Ryan squeezed his eyes tight and brought all his energy to bear on the soles of his feet. Maybe if he concentrated on Thor’s hands, instead of Candace’s, he might survive this. Then again, maybe not.
No matter how hard he tried to concentrate on something else, Candace drew him back like a stray puppy to a sidewalk café. Her scent drew him, more so when she was aroused as she was right now. Now that he knew the feel of her skin, he struggled to keep his hands off her. She was close enough to touch. If he reached out… She’d slipped the towel around her again and he had to be grateful for that. Thor was a professional, but he’d seen more than enough of Candace. The only thing that had kept Ryan from killing Thor was that she didn’t respond to Thor’s touch the way she did to his. If she’d shown anything but curiosity and nerves when Thor massaged her foot, the session wouldn’t have gone a minute longer.
Candace moved her hands along his legs, seeking out the sensitive spots as Thor instructed. Ryan clenched his jaw.
“Relax, Ryan. Candace isn’t strong enough to massage you when your thighs are so tense.” With effort, Ryan let his legs relax, reaching down to adjust his balls as he did so. His cock jutted out at full mast, throbbing with every heartbeat, straining for release. Candace slid both hands along his thigh. Her touch firm, but whisper soft, sent cymbals crashing through his head. His brain shut down. His body became a mass of need, sharp and urgent.
Thor continued to issue instructions and Candace carried them out with amazing skill. Thor’s hands on the towel wrapped around Ryan’s waist sent a signal to his brain. This had to stop. Ryan jerked upright, pushed Thor’s hands away, and adjusted his cock again. “No.” Ryan twisted to sit on the side of the table, facing Candace. “I can’t take this anymore. I’m sorry Candace, but if you touch me the way Thor here,” Ryan jerked his head in the direction of the masseur , “wants you to, I’m going to explode.” He shifted again, trying to relieve the pain. Candace’s eyes dropped to his lap and the massive erection tenting the towel.
“I’m sorry. We’ll stop.” Her voice laced with concern. That she didn’t try to jump him, told him how different she was from the usual passengers.
“I don’t want to stop, but if you touch me there,” he motioned to his groin, “I’ll come, and if I’m going to, I don’t want it to be this way.” Christ, he sounded like a virgin. There, he’d actually said there, instead of something crude, or even
“Ah, I see. You feel you may be too close to orgasm already. We can fix this.”
Thor opened a wall cabinet, closed it, and opened another, before he found what he was looking for. “Here.” He handed Ryan a small packet. “Put this on, it will help you hold off your orgasm. We can’t have you finishing before your lovely lady.”
Ryan tore open the packet and slid the cock ring over the distended head of his shaft and down to the base. He gritted his teeth against the need to rut against something, anything, until he found relief. When the ring settled around the base, Thor helped him to lie on the table on his back. “We will begin with your feet, as we did with Candace. I think you will find this arousing.”
“If I get anymore aroused I’m going to have a heart attack,” Ryan said, only half joking. If it was possible to die of sexual need, then death was imminent. Now Thor expected him to stay still while Candace touched him the way he’d touched her? Impossible. He hadn’t fucked a woman in months. His self-control wasn’t good enough to make it through the massage without coming.
“I think you can do it, Ryan.” He took one foot in hand, as he had with Candace. “Concentrate on Candace’s hands, not on your cock.” Candace took his other foot and began to apply pressure as Thor demonstrated. Ryan squeezed his eyes tight and brought all his energy to bear on the soles of his feet. Maybe if he concentrated on Thor’s hands, instead of Candace’s, he might survive this. Then again, maybe not.
No matter how hard he tried to concentrate on something else, Candace drew him back like a stray puppy to a sidewalk café. Her scent drew him, more so when she was aroused as she was right now. Now that he knew the feel of her skin, he struggled to keep his hands off her. She was close enough to touch. If he reached out… She’d slipped the towel around her again and he had to be grateful for that. Thor was a professional, but he’d seen more than enough of Candace. The only thing that had kept Ryan from killing Thor was that she didn’t respond to Thor’s touch the way she did to his. If she’d shown anything but curiosity and nerves when Thor massaged her foot, the session wouldn’t have gone a minute longer.
Candace moved her hands along his legs, seeking out the sensitive spots as Thor instructed. Ryan clenched his jaw.
“Relax, Ryan. Candace isn’t strong enough to massage you when your thighs are so tense.” With effort, Ryan let his legs relax, reaching down to adjust his balls as he did so. His cock jutted out at full mast, throbbing with every heartbeat, straining for release. Candace slid both hands along his thigh. Her touch firm, but whisper soft, sent cymbals crashing through his head. His brain shut down. His body became a mass of need, sharp and urgent.
Thor continued to issue instructions and Candace carried them out with amazing skill. Thor’s hands on the towel wrapped around Ryan’s waist sent a signal to his brain. This had to stop. Ryan jerked upright, pushed Thor’s hands away, and adjusted his cock again. “No.” Ryan twisted to sit on the side of the table, facing Candace. “I can’t take this anymore. I’m sorry Candace, but if you touch me the way Thor here,” Ryan jerked his head in the direction of the masseur , “wants you to, I’m going to explode.” He shifted again, trying to relieve the pain. Candace’s eyes dropped to his lap and the massive erection tenting the towel.
“I’m sorry. We’ll stop.” Her voice laced with concern. That she didn’t try to jump him, told him how different she was from the usual passengers.
“I don’t want to stop, but if you touch me there,” he motioned to his groin, “I’ll come, and if I’m going to, I don’t want it to be this way.” Christ, he sounded like a virgin. There, he’d actually said there, instead of something crude, or even
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