The Rub - Episode 5

She arrives first, barefoot on marble, silk dress clinging like a second skin. The girls follow. He watches them move, bodies oiled, muscles relaxed from their morning rub-downs. Their nipples press against thin fabric. The air smells of jasmine and warm skin. One by one they kneel, palms gliding over each other’s shoulders, thighs, breasts. Fingers sink into flesh still warm from the table. They kiss with unhurried hunger, tongues meeting, then parting, then meeting again. Moans drift between soft lips. He steps closer. Hands find him. Soft. Knowing. They strip him slowly, lips trailing every inch they uncover. A tongue circles the head of his cock, slow and wet. Another mouth seals around his balls, sucking gently, then deeper. He feels the slight scrape of teeth, then nothing but heat and suction. They guide him to the cushions. One girl straddles his face; her cunt is slick, shaved bare, the scent of her thick and sweet. He laps at her clit while another lowers herself onto his cock, taking every inch in one smooth drop. Her inner walls grip tight, pulsing around him. Bodies shift. A third model slides in behind the girl riding him, reaching around to rub her clit in tight circles. The girl on his face rocks harder, thighs trembling. Juice coats his chin. He hears the wet slap of skin meeting skin, hears the sharp cry when she comes, her cunt clenching around nothing but air and his tongue. They change places. Someone turns, offering her ass. He watches the tight ring wink as fingers spread lube over it. A plug slides in, stretching her, then out again. She groans, pushing back for more. He replaces the toy with his cock, sliding deep into that snug heat while another girl licks where they join, tongue flicking his balls on every thrust. Sweat runs in thin lines down spines and between breasts. Someone comes with a long, broken moan; the sound travels straight to his spine. He grips hips and drives harder, faster, until the pleasure snaps tight and he spills deep inside her, pulse after pulse, while the others keep touching, kissing, tasting every drop that leaks out.