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The director's hands moved slowly up and down my back, the cool lotion warming quickly, making the rub down smooth and sensual. His hand briefly grazed the side of my breasts that were pressed against the sheets, sending a shiver through me, and hardening my nipples. My toes began to curl. He worked my shoulders and upper back and slowly moved down to my lower back. As he straddled me, I could feel his dick rub against me, teasing me in ways he didn't realize. Or maybe he intended that. I let out a slow moan as he slid his hands under the elastic of the boxers I had borrowed, beginning to feel the sensation at the top of my sensitive glutes. Slowly he slid the boxers down my legs, revealing the white lace thong I was wearing underneath. His hands were authoritative and my glutes gave in to them as he massaged the cheeks, spreading them slowly. His hands moved to my upper thigh, wrapped around each, caressing the inner part, teasing me as his hands moved up to touch my pussy, now dripping wet, and then back down towards my calves, and eventually my toes. My breathing was heavier now, and my moans more frequent. My fingers were clenching the pillow at my head. He finished my toes and moved back to where he knew he had gotten the most out of me.

Reapplying the lotion to his hands, he rubbed my inner thigh and slowly spread my legs further apart. He tested me for a few moments, moving the lace to the side and running his hands along my clit. I let out a deep moan. He knew I wanted more. He slipped my panties off me, and focused his massaging on my clit, as I squirmed with pleasure. He tortured me until I couldn't take it anymore, and I got on my knees to embrace him, holding him against me, partly for support and partly so that I could have access to the cock I wanted inside me so badly. I asked about condoms and he said, "Slow down and enjoy it." I massaged his dick up and down allowing my finger tips to reach deep to the very base. His dick grew quickly, and I pulled him on top of me, asking again about condoms. He said quietly, "It's just a massage," and he laid next to me, again rubbing my clit until I led his fingers inside my aching pussy. The inner massage was strong as he circled his finger around. This continued until I could no longer focus on massaging him so I moved my hand to my clit while he continued inside me. It didn't take long for me to cum, biting his chest and moaning with pleasure.

It was his turn. I started at his balls, licking them, massaging each with my mouth, and slowly moved my tongue up his cock. I looked at him, hoping that he could see the hunger in my eyes. I played with the head for a moment, making sure he felt my hot breath, and moved my fingers to below the base, between his balls and penis. My fingers pushed deep into him as I worked my way up and down. I tightened my mouth around him and moved faster, still kneading the secret spot with my fingers. He let out a deep moan. I tasted the beginning of my salty breakfast and knew I couldn't stop. He jerked with pleasure and I took all of him in my mouth, tasting his pleasure in my mouth and feeling it in me as I began to ache again.

I couldn't leave quite yet. This is the benefit of being a female, and he understands. I said, "Massage me again," and he obeyed, inserting one finger inside me, circling it around. I told him that I wanted all 5 and he said that they wouldn't fit - yet. I rubbed my clit. Every time I felt a new throbbing, I could feel myself open for another finger. I was soaking wet. I arched my back and planted my feet on the bed so that my bottom half was raised. He could be deeper now. He added a finger on my command, until all 5 were moving inside me, hard and soft, gentle and forceful, fast and slow. My fingers moved over my clit faster, and I moved my thighs in sync with his hand. I couldn't think anymore, and it didn't take long for the release - I throbbed against his fingers, he moved them deeper. The pleasure overcame me, I moaned from deep inside me. His fingers were drenched, and so were the sheets.

We grabbed coffee at Starbucks before I left. There was a sign hanging there that said "Do something good today." The Director commented, "I did something good today. I did 5 good deeds." I thanked the Director for the massage, and went home smelling like men's body lotion.

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