"Turians Love Happy Endings..." 3/5
anonymous
December 5 2013, 03:04:48 UTC
Like a good Turian soldier, Pallin flipped onto his back, while Katiara held the towel in place. She just so happened to hold it in just such a way that after the Executor had turned over, her hand was position right over the lump in the towel where his semi-hard cock was still being awakened. Acting like nothing was amiss, she nonchalantly patted that spot with a smile, before squirting some more oil onto her hands. “Alrighty, let’s get back to it shall we?”
Pallin just nodded, grunting again. Things were starting to move quicker downstairs now. It was always around this point the anticipation started to mix with the lovely sensations of the massage to get him more excited. Like before, Katiara started down below, working on the top side of his legs, seemingly oblivious to the growing tent in the towel. She just kept on working, her hands climbing up towards the Executor’s thighs.
Once again, as she worked the thighs over, Katiara’s hands started to sneak further and further under the threshold of the towel. She kept on sliding her skilled digits further and further under, until the tips of her fingers were brushing ever so slightly against the base of Pallin’s cock…
…and then, once again she promptly pulled them back, squirting yet more oil into her palms, and starting on his torso. Pallin let out a frustrated sigh. He knew this was all part of the treatment, but sometimes he just wanted to be at the end right then and there.
The elder Turian’s frustration did not go unnoticed, and Katiara let out a soothing shush as she reached out and stroked his forehead with the back of her hand. “Relax sweetie. You’re gonna feel great soon.”
That promise seemed to be enough to satisfy Pallin, who took a deep breath and calmed himself back down, letting Katiara work. Her hands smoothed over his stomach and chest, back up to his shoulders and the front of his neck, and then working back down his arms, just as she had down on the Executor’s flip-side.
It seemed like the closer they got to the end of the massage, the more she started to draw things out. As she reached down to Pallin’s claws, she took each in her hands, one and then the other, massaging it in great detail. She took the claw, and held it up against her chest, making sure to press it into her breasts a little as she worked along and in-between each of his talons. Pallin’s cock twitched under the towel as she tantalized him; Katiara certainly knew how to get her client’s juices flowing.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Katiara had massaged all of the Executor’s body. That is, all of the body that would be covered in a typical massage. She started to idly rub her hands up and down his torso as she leaned over him. Pallin glanced up, seeing her round, plump breasts hanging down above his head, wobbling slightly in her dress as she moved. As she did this, she spoke the words that the Executor had been waiting to hear:
“Alright, is there anywhere on your body you need a little extra attention today?” She asked in a benign, professional sounding voice. As she asked this, she continued to stroke his chest and stomach, her fingers rubbing a little farther down his body with each motion, until her finger-tips were sliding just under the hem of the towel placed over Pallin’s loins, like she had been doing before. “If there is, you can just go ahead and guide my hands there now.”
This was the green light for what Pallin was here for. Not wasting a moment, he promptly took her hands in his claws, and pulled them down under the towel, where his throbbing cock was waiting. Katiara’s lips curled into a little smile as she ran her hands over the Turian’s member.
Pallin just nodded, grunting again. Things were starting to move quicker downstairs now. It was always around this point the anticipation started to mix with the lovely sensations of the massage to get him more excited. Like before, Katiara started down below, working on the top side of his legs, seemingly oblivious to the growing tent in the towel. She just kept on working, her hands climbing up towards the Executor’s thighs.
Once again, as she worked the thighs over, Katiara’s hands started to sneak further and further under the threshold of the towel. She kept on sliding her skilled digits further and further under, until the tips of her fingers were brushing ever so slightly against the base of Pallin’s cock…
…and then, once again she promptly pulled them back, squirting yet more oil into her palms, and starting on his torso. Pallin let out a frustrated sigh. He knew this was all part of the treatment, but sometimes he just wanted to be at the end right then and there.
The elder Turian’s frustration did not go unnoticed, and Katiara let out a soothing shush as she reached out and stroked his forehead with the back of her hand. “Relax sweetie. You’re gonna feel great soon.”
That promise seemed to be enough to satisfy Pallin, who took a deep breath and calmed himself back down, letting Katiara work. Her hands smoothed over his stomach and chest, back up to his shoulders and the front of his neck, and then working back down his arms, just as she had down on the Executor’s flip-side.
It seemed like the closer they got to the end of the massage, the more she started to draw things out. As she reached down to Pallin’s claws, she took each in her hands, one and then the other, massaging it in great detail. She took the claw, and held it up against her chest, making sure to press it into her breasts a little as she worked along and in-between each of his talons. Pallin’s cock twitched under the towel as she tantalized him; Katiara certainly knew how to get her client’s juices flowing.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Katiara had massaged all of the Executor’s body. That is, all of the body that would be covered in a typical massage. She started to idly rub her hands up and down his torso as she leaned over him. Pallin glanced up, seeing her round, plump breasts hanging down above his head, wobbling slightly in her dress as she moved. As she did this, she spoke the words that the Executor had been waiting to hear:
“Alright, is there anywhere on your body you need a little extra attention today?” She asked in a benign, professional sounding voice. As she asked this, she continued to stroke his chest and stomach, her fingers rubbing a little farther down his body with each motion, until her finger-tips were sliding just under the hem of the towel placed over Pallin’s loins, like she had been doing before. “If there is, you can just go ahead and guide my hands there now.”
This was the green light for what Pallin was here for. Not wasting a moment, he promptly took her hands in his claws, and pulled them down under the towel, where his throbbing cock was waiting. Katiara’s lips curled into a little smile as she ran her hands over the Turian’s member.
Spirits he loved this place.
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