As Liam and his companions settled into the comfort of the NTR Inn, blissfully unaware of the debauched goings-on in the newly opened Nuru Massage Parlor next door, the mayor strode through the door, a wicked grin already spreading across his face. He had been eager to be the first customer to sample the wares of the town's newest establishment, and more importantly, to sample the charms of Liam's sexy wife, Sheena.
Sheena looked up as the mayor entered, her heart skipping a beat as she took in his lustful, hungry gaze. She knew what he wanted, could see the desire burning in his eyes as they raked over her curves, drinking in every inch of her alluring form. She felt a thrill of fear and reluctant excitement, knowing that she would have to be at her most professional and discrete in order to keep up appearances.
"Welcome, sir," Sheena said, her voice a low, sultry purr as she gestured for the mayor to disrobe. "I'll need you to remove all of your clothing for the massage. You can leave your underwear on, if you wish." She kept her tone carefully neutral, even as she felt a flutter of anticipation in her belly.
The mayor licked his lips, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt as he hastily disrobed. Sheena watched, her cheeks flushing slightly as more and more of his skin was revealed, until he stood before her in nothing but a pair of tight, straining boxers that did little to conceal his growing arousal.
Sheena bit her lip, forcing herself to look away as she reached for a bottle of glistening nuru gel. She poured a generous amount into her palms, rubbing them together to warm the slick substance before starting to massage it into the mayor's broad, muscular back.
As she worked, Sheena could feel the mayor's body tensing and relaxing beneath her touch, his skin growing hot and slick with the lubricating gel. She could see the way his muscles rippled and flexed, could feel the power that lay beneath the surface of his flesh.
"You must be very... tense," Sheena murmured, her voice a low, throaty purr as she leaned down to whisper in the mayor's ear. "I can feel it in the way your body responds to my touch. Tell me, sir... what is it that you need to relax?" She let the question hang in the air, heavy with implication and double meaning.
The mayor could only groan in response, a shudder of pure, unadulterated need running through his body as Sheena's slick, glistening breasts pressed against his back. He could feel the heat of her skin, could sense the way her hardened nipples dragged across his flesh, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
Sheena smiled to herself, knowing that she had the mayor right where she wanted him. She continued to massage him, her hands and breasts and body sliding and rubbing over every inch of his slick, glistening skin until he was aching with a desperate, feverish need.
Finally, when the mayor was reduced to a trembling, groaning mess beneath her ministrations, Sheena asked him to roll over onto his back. He did so without hesitation, his rock-hard cock springing up to slap against his belly, a bead of pre-cum already glistening at the tip.
Sheena licked her lips as she took in the sight of the mayor's throbbing erection, a fresh wave of reluctant excitement surging through her body. She knew she should look away, should pretend that this was just a normal massage like any other, but she couldn't help herself, couldn't tear her gaze away from the thick, pulsing shaft that jutted out from between the mayor's legs.
"You seem to be... quite agitated, sir," Sheena murmured, a wicked glint in her eye as she reached for more nuru gel. She coated her body in the slick, glistening substance, until she was shining and shining and ready to begin the next part of the massage.
Straddling the mayor's hips, Sheena began to rub her dripping, nuru-slicked slit along the length of his cock, the head catching and tugging at her entrance with every pass. She could feel the heat of it, could sense the way it throbbed and jerked as it slid against her most intimate place, and she could feel her body responding in kind, her juices flowing and dripping down her thighs as her arousal grew.
The mayor groaned, his hips bucking up off the table as he felt Sheena's wet, hot pussy sliding along his shaft. "Fuck, you're so fucking hot," he growled, his voice a low, guttural rasp. "I've wanted to fuck you for so long... to feel your tight little cunt wrapped around my cock..."
Sheena bit her lip, a fresh surge of reluctant excitement coursing through her as she listened to the mayor's lewd words. She knew she shouldn't encourage him, shouldn't let him talk to her like that, but the filthy, degrading language sent a thrill of dark, twisted pleasure through her body.
"A naughty man like you, sir," Sheena purred, rocking her hips against his in a slow, sensual grind. "I bet you've been dreaming about this moment for a long time... imagining all the dirty, depraved things you wanted to do to me..."
The mayor could only groan in response, his hands coming up to grab at Sheena's hips as he ground his cock against her hot, slick slit. "Fuck yes," he growled, his fingers digging into the soft, pliant flesh of her ass. "I've thought about nothing else... about bending you over and fucking you until you scream..."
Sheena shuddered, a moan slipping past her lips as she felt the mayor's thick, pulsing cockhead catch and tug at her entrance. She knew she should push him away, should put a stop to this before it went too far, but the feeling of his hot, hard flesh pressing against her most intimate place was too delicious to resist.
And then, as if in a moment of pure, unadulterated accident, the mayor's cock slipped inside her, pushing past her tight, resistant walls and plunging deep into the hot, slick clutch of her pussy. Sheena gasped, her eyes widening in shock as she felt the mayor's thick shaft stretching and filling her, claiming her in the most intimate way possible.
"Oh god," Sheena whimpered, a fresh surge of reluctant excitement coursing through her body as she felt the mayor's hard, pulsing cock driving deep into her core. "You're so big... so deep inside me..."
The mayor could only groan in response, his hips surging up to drive himself even deeper into Sheena's tight, clutching heat. He could feel her walls squeezing and fluttering around him, could sense the way her body was reacting to the sudden, unexpected intrusion.
"You're so fucking tight," the mayor growled, his voice a low, ragged rasp as he began to thrust in and out of Sheena's dripping cunt. "I can feel you squeezing my cock... like you never want to let it go..."
Sheena could only whimper and moan as the mayor began to fuck her, his thick shaft plunging in and out of her tight, clutching pussy with increasing force and speed. She could feel every inch of him, could sense the way he was stirring up her insides and claiming her as his own.
"Oh god," Sheena gasped, her nails digging into the mayor's chest as she struggled to hold on, to keep herself from being utterly consumed by the pleasure that was radiating out from her core. "We shouldn't... we can't..."
But even as the words left her lips, Sheena knew it was too late. Knew that she was already lost, already drowning in the sensation of the mayor's cock driving into her again and again, filling her and stretching her and making her his.
The mayor just grinned, a wicked, triumphant smile spreading across his face as he felt Sheena's body surrendering to him, her resistance crumbling away with every thrust of his hips. "Don't fight it, baby," he growled, his voice a low, seductive purr. "Just let it happen... let yourself feel good..."
And so, with a final, shuddering cry, Sheena gave in, her body going limp and pliant in the mayor's arms as she let him take her, let him use her for his own pleasure. She could feel him driving into her harder and faster, could sense the way his cock was throbbing and pulsing inside her, growing even bigger and harder with every passing second.
The mayor groaned, a low, guttural sound of pure, unadulterated lust as he felt his orgasm building, felt the pressure and heat and need coiling tighter and tighter in his loins. "Fuck, I'm going to cum," he growled, his hips slamming up against Sheena's with a force that shook the very table beneath them. "I'm going to fucking cum so hard..."
And with a final, brutal thrust, he did just that, his cock erupting like a fountain of hot, thick seed deep inside Sheena's spasming, clutching cunt. She could feel it pumping and pulsing into her, could sense the way her belly was starting to swell slightly with the sheer volume of the mayor's release.
The mayor collapsed back onto the table, his chest heaving and his skin slick with sweat as he struggled to catch his breath. Sheena lay atop him, her own body trembling and quaking with the aftershocks of her own, reluctant climax. She could feel the mayor's softening cock still buried deep inside her, could sense the way his cum was starting to seep out around it, dripping down her thighs in thick, obscene ropes.
As the mayor finally pulled out of Sheena, a fresh flood of his seed gushed out of her, splattering against the nuru-slicked sheets and pooling beneath her ass. Sheena winced as she felt the cool air hitting her sensitive, well-fucked flesh, a sense of shame and humiliation starting to wash over her.
The mayor just grinned, a look of pure, wicked satisfaction on his face as he took in the sight of Sheena's ruined, cum-soaked body. "That was incredible," he said, his voice a low, rough rasp. "I knew you'd be a great masseuse... but I had no idea just how good you really were."
Sheena could only nod weakly, struggling to find her voice as she slowly, shakily got to her feet. She could feel the mayor's cum starting to drip down her legs, could sense the way it was starting to dry and flake on her skin. She knew she should clean herself up, should wash away the evidence of what she had just done... but some part of her wanted to leave it there, wanted to carry the mayor's seed with her always as a reminder of her shameful, wanton behavior.
With that, the mayor gathered up his clothes and strode out of the massage room, a look of pure, arrogant satisfaction on his face. Sheena was left alone, standing there in the middle of the room with her heart pounding and her skin flushed and aching, struggling to come to terms with what she had just allowed to happen.
But she didn't have much time to dwell on it, for the next customer was already knocking at the door, eager to sample the charms of the league's sexy masseuse. And so, with a deep breath and a silent prayer, Sheena opened the door, ready to face whatever challenges and temptations the next hour might bring.
The next customer was the guild master, a tall, imposing figure with a face like thunder and a scowl that could curdle milk. He strode into the room, his eyes immediately zeroing in on Sheena's gorgeous, glistening form. She could see the way his gaze raked over her curves, could sense the hunger and lust that burned in his eyes as he drank in every inch of her flesh.
"Well, well, well," the guild master murmured, his voice a low, rumbling growl. "I must say, Liam's wife is a sight to behold. I can see why he was so reluctant to let you work here."
Sheena felt a fresh surge of humiliation and shame wash over her at the guild master's words, a sickening twist in her gut as she realized just how much danger she might be in. But at the same time, some dark, hidden part of her thrilled at the idea of being wanted, of being desired and lusted after by such a powerful, dominant man.
"Welcome, sir," Sheena said, forcing a smile onto her face as she gestured for the guild master to disrobe. "I'll need you to remove all of your clothing for the massage. You can leave your underwear on if you wish." She kept her tone carefully neutral, even as she felt a flutter of anticipation in her belly.
The guild master didn't hesitate, shedding his clothes with a speed and efficiency that spoke of a man who was used to giving orders and having them obeyed without question. In a matter of moments, he was standing before Sheena in nothing but a pair of tight, white boxers that did little to conceal the sizeable bulge of his hardening cock.
Sheena licked her lips, trying to ignore the way her pussy clenched and fluttered at the sight of the guild master's impressive endowment. She knew she shouldn't be thinking such things, shouldn't be letting her mind wander down such lustful, forbidden paths... but she couldn't help herself, couldn't stop the dark, twisted thoughts from surfacing in her mind.
As before, Sheena led the guild master to the massage table and had him lie face down. She poured a generous amount of nuru gel into her palms, rubbing them together until they were slick and glistening before starting to massage the substance into the guild master's broad, muscular back.
The guild master was even more tense than the mayor, his body like a coiled spring beneath Sheena's touch. She could feel the way his muscles rippled and flexed, could sense the barely restrained power that lay just beneath the surface of his flesh. It made her feel small and fragile, like a butterfly trapped in the claws of a predator.
"You must be very... stressed," Sheena murmured, her voice a low, throaty purr as she leaned down to whisper in the guild master's ear. "I can feel it in the way your body responds to my touch. Tell me, sir... what is it that's troubling you?" She let the question hang in the air, heavy with implication and double meaning.
The guild master could only grunt in response, a shudder of pure, unadulterated tension running through his body as Sheena's slick, glistening breasts pressed against his back. "Just get on with it, girl," he growled, his voice a low, rough rasp. "I don't have all day to waste on this nonsense."
Sheena felt a fresh surge of humiliation and shame at the guild master's harsh words, a sickening twist in her gut as she realized just how little he valued her skills and talents. But at the same time, some dark, hidden part of her thrilled at the idea of being used, of being put in her place by such a dominant, powerful man.
With a nod, Sheena continued the massage, her hands and breasts and body sliding and rubbing over every inch of the guild master's slick, glistening skin. She could feel him starting to relax, could sense the way his muscles were unclenching and his body was growing warm and pliant beneath her touch.
When the guild master had been properly prepped, Sheena asked him to roll over onto his back. He did so without hesitation, his rock-hard cock springing up to slap against his belly, a bead of pre-cum already glistening at the tip.
Sheena licked her lips as she took in the sight of the guild master's throbbing, pulsing shaft, a fresh wave of reluctant excitement surging through her body. She knew she should look away, should pretend that this was just a normal massage like any other, but she couldn't tear her gaze away from the thick, girthy rod that jutted out from between the guild master's legs.
"You seem to be... quite agitated, sir," Sheena murmured, a wicked glint in her eye as she reached for more nuru gel. She coated her body in the slick, glistening substance, until she was shining and shining and ready to begin the next part of the massage. "Tell me, has something happened to put you in such a state of distress?"
The guild master could only snort in derision, his hips bucking up off the table as he felt Sheena's dripping, nuru-slicked slit sliding along his shaft. "Don't play coy, girl," he growled, his voice a low, guttural rasp. "You know exactly what you're doing to me... teasing me with this hot little cunt of yours..."
Sheena bit her lip, a fresh surge of reluctant excitement coursing through her as she listened to the guild master's lewd, filthy words. She knew she shouldn't encourage him, shouldn't let him talk to her like that, but the crude, degrading language sent a thrill of dark, twisted pleasure through her body.
"A naughty man like you, sir," Sheena purred, rocking her hips against his in a slow, sensual grind. "I can tell that you're the kind of man who likes to take what he wants... no matter the cost..."
The guild master could only groan in response.