Massage Therapy Ch. 05 (Beta Preview)

Author's Note: Much of this still needs editing. Enjoy!

Layla was in the middle of her daily morning run, following the familiar paths of her neighborhood she had memorized by heart. John’s sudden departure to the Bahamas had left her with a maelstrom of emotions — anger, frustration, and an unexpected excitement. 

Today was the day Layla had planned to meet Ashlyn’s masseur and secret lover. Despite her mixed feelings, she remained determined. Although she still couldn’t believe that she was actually going through with this seemingly depraved plan.

As she took a short breather near a bench, Layla checked her phone for the time. Realizing that her appointment was still hours away, she let out an anxiously annoyed sigh; she was both nervous and eager to see the outcome of her scheme. 

Sitting down, Layla noticed a text from Ashlyn, inviting her to hang out and have dinner later tonight. A brief moment of hesitation grasped the attractive brunette as she thought about her clashing commitments. As much as she wanted to hang out with her best friend, she stood firm with her self-imposed endeavor to meet Ashlyn’s Japanese masseur. 

“Sorry, I have plans later tonight,” Layla texted, feeling a tinge of guilt. “Maybe another time?” 

A short moment later Ashlyn quickly replied, “Plans? What could you possibly be doing tonight? I know today is one of your off days and didn’t you tell me John abandoned you for his little getaway in the Bahamas?” Her best friend was seemingly suspicious on the get-go, causing Layla’s heart to race and scramble to create a convincing excuse in hopes of keeping Ashlyn from discovering her naughty scheme.

“I got behind with some paperwork at work a few days ago so I have to catch up on that, and later, I have to pick up some family from the airport, sorry, girl. But I’m totally free tomorrow if that’s okay with you,” Layla texted, satisfied that her text appeared believable. Ashlyn shadily went silent for what felt like hours before typing once again. 

“Psh, you’re no fun. But no worries, girl, we can hang out tomorrow.” Layla let out a sigh of relief that Ashlyn appeared to have bought the story. Again, she felt bad about lying to her one and only bestie, but it was for the sake of her insatiable curiosity. 

Resting her phone against her chest, Layla’s heart raced with a mix of exhilaration and remorse. The prospect of her massage session with a perverted and very hung Japanese man, which would assumingly lead to something much more than a mere ‘massage’ behind her husband’s back felt so wrong, yet, so exciting; as this the part of the allure that Ashlyn was hooked on?

Finding herself subconsciously squeezing her loins together, Layla shook her many thoughts out of her head and went to type back a quick response to Ashlyn before resuming her run. She couldn’t help but tingle with eagerness and excitement! 

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Checking the time on her phone, Layla saw that it was around 7:40 PM. She had been plagued with that anxious yet excited buzz all day, but it was finally approaching the time for her fateful secession with Ashlyn’s masseur and lover. Wanting to keep things casual, yet tastefully enticing, Layla chose to wear some tight form-fitting black yoga pants and a simple white sweater that displayed some shoulder. She styled her wavy brown hair into an alluring messy bun and applied some light makeup to enhance her already attractive features. 

The train of thought behind the lengths she was going to look presentable for a perverted old man eluded her. Perhaps it was her naughty subconscious dictating her actions.

Heading downstairs, Layla made her way to the counter near the garage door to grab her keys. But as she reached for them, her eyes unintentionally drifted onto a wedding photo of her and her husband. In that framed moment, Layla reminisced on the better days of their early marriage with John. A sliver of regret leaked into her thoughts and a small voice of reason came calling out to her, urging her to call off this seemingly taboo rendezvous. However, her still simmering resentment toward John, and his recent selfish actions had sealed any desire to turn back. In her mind, Layla had convinced herself that she deserved whatever illicit thrill awaited her in that massage parlor and her actions were a form of revenge toward her husband. 

Reaching her destination, Layla parked her car in a discreet location wanting to avoid the possibility of recognition. Getting out, she felt the cold evening air, sending shivers down her spine. She would admit that her choice of yoga pants was not the brightest idea since they were pretty thin, but she was going to be indoors soon anyway. 

Spotting the very massage parlor that had swooped up Ashlyn into the world of naughtiness and depravity, Layla quickly strode her way towards it. As she did, the brunette couldn’t help but feel paranoid, constantly checking the basically empty parking lot to ensure no one recognized her presence. 

The neon ‘open’ sign of the parlor was turned off, but she knew that was just a formality. Layla had a private massage session just for her inside. She was one step closer to her taboo scheme. The thrill of the naughtiness heightened her underlying arousal.

Slowly opening the door, Layla cautiously entered. The main lobby was dark, lit only by a single lamp on the front desk. She had never been to a massage parlor before, so everything felt foreign to her. The air smelt like incense and the space had a distinct Asian aesthetic. However, Layla couldn’t help but be curious about the ongoing renovations in parts of the parlor. 

Scanning the building, Layla failed to spot the owner. “Um, hello?” she called out, stepping toward the front desk. Just then a figure peeked from around the corner of the beaded entrance in the back of the room, causing Layla to flinch and gasp. 

“Hello there! Kon’nichiwa!” Goro cheerfully greeted, stepping through the beaded entrance to approach Layla. As he moved closer, the lighting from the lamp outlined his new customer’s curvaceous silhouette, drawing his lecherous attention.

Layla noted Goro’s appearance. She couldn’t believe that such a skinny old man could be carrying around such a big package. “Oh, uh, hello, Mr. Tanaka. I’m here for my appointment,” Layla uneasily replied with a small smile. 

“Oh! You must be Layla!” the old Japanese man spoke happily, bowing his balding head. “Ah, yes, Ashlyn’s friend, correct?” he recalled.

“Yes, I’m Ashlyn’s friend,” Layla responded, nervously fiddling with her thumbs. The old man hid a mischievous smirk. “Thank you for going out of your way and providing me with this session during your closing hours,” the pretty brunette continued. However, deep down she knew that he would be more than eager to stay late with such an attractive young woman as herself. 

“Of course! Of course!” Anything for my most loyal customer’s friend!” the old man said with a cheerful grin. 

“Most loyal customer?” Layla mused out loud, playing coy, knowing full well that Ashlyn was more than just a ‘loyal customer’. 

“Ah, yes, she is! She almost come here every day. A hard-working woman like her needs a lot of relaxation!” Goro replied with a subtle suggestive tone; his broken English and Japanese accent was more apparent than ever. 

“Is that right…” Layla muttered. “Your massages must be really good then,” she declared with a practiced feigned voice.

“Hm, ‘good’ is an understatement! Once we done here, you will be coming back for more! Guarantee! Guarantee!” the Asian man stated confidently. Layla involuntarily smirked at the old man’s conviction. From what she witnessed, he could certainly put his money where his mouth was.

“I hope you’re right, Mr. Tanaka. I’ve been through a lot of stress lately,” Layla replied with a contrived stressed-out voice. Goro just subtly tilted his head. 

“So, you are ready for session? I just finish up the room we will be using,” he calmly spoke. Layla gave an affirming nod.

“Yes, I’m ready, let’s do this,” she answered, struggling to contain an excited smile; her stomach churned with the anticipation of what naughty things were to come in her impending massage session.

“Great! But first, payment,” Goro said, handing Layla a tablet. “So you will be taking full service, yes?” Layla hesitated momentarily, with full knowledge of what this ‘full service’ entailed. But with a simple nod, she agreed. Goro stood closely beside her as she reviewed the bill. He reveled in the sweet fragrance wafting in his nostrils, making him hot and riled up, eager to begin Layla’s ‘massage’. 

Layla flinched feeling his bony right hand placed around her hip; she could feel his fingers sink into her flesh ever so slightly. However, instead of being repulsed, she gave the old man an amused side-glance without him noticing. Layla’s lack of resistance toward his rather suggestive advance emboldened Goro, compelling him to let his hand drift further down her hip, encroaching as close to her plush ass as possible without exceeding any personal boundaries. 

“Woah, a hundred bucks?” Layla exclaimed in a hushed tone. “That seems like a lot, Mr. Tanaka…” Goro quizically arched his brow and shook his balding head. 

“Trust, trust, this service is very worth it! I guarantee,” he declared with certainty.

“Hmm, okay… I do like supporting small businesses anyway,” Layla agreed, continuing to play coy. With a hidden smirk, she hovered her phone over the tablet, finalizing the payment. Goro let out a gratified hum, satisfied that the transaction was complete. 

Releasing his grasp on Layla, Goro promptly walked over to the front door and locked it, ensuring their ultimate privacy. “Ah, let’s get started, shall we? Allow me to show you the way,” the old masseur instructed, returning to the attractive brunette and holding onto her hip once again. As he led her to the beaded entrance, Layla couldn’t resist biting her lip from the thrill and arousal of the circumstances. Her heart skipped a beat feeling his wrinkly fingers subtly dig into her.

Led through the beads, Goro took Layla to the left, leading her to a room down the hall while maintaining a lecherous grasp on the attractive brunette. At the door, the old man politely opened it for Layla, allowing her to enter first before following himself, locking the door behind them. 

Inside, Layla scanned her surroundings. The room was illuminated by only a few dim lamps and several candles, providing a warm and sensual atmosphere. Much of the space matched the main lobby area with its Asian decor. “Huh, how romantic…” Layla quietly mused to herself as the fragrance of the strong aromatics from the candles filled her nostrils.

At the center of the room lay a sizable futon, big enough for two people to comfortably lie on. Layla smirked knowingly wondering why that might be. Turing to Goro, she crossed her arms, looking to him for further instructions. 

“You can put things in cubbies over there,” Goro insisted, gesturing to a designated area of the room. “You can undress there,” he added, pointing to a small space enclosed by a curtain. Stowing away her belongings, Layla proceeded to the changing area. However, just before she entered, Goro clarified, “Make sure to take off all your clothes.” She could discern him trying to contain a devious grin. 

Layla knowingly squinted at the old man, fully expecting this scenario. “Even my underwear?” she queried, feigning an uncertain tone. 

Goro bobbed his balding head. “Yes, everything. It is important for massage that you have no clothes. Can get very messy, very messy!” Layla contemplated his explanation. Aside from his likely salacious intentions with her, it fairly made sense to her. 

Stepping inside the changing area, she shut the curtain behind her and began to undress. Stripping herself of her clothes, Layla felt a heavy buzz of arousal fizzing throughout her body. It was as if she was in some sort of vivid wet dream or porn video, and instead of a young handsome adonis, it was a short skinny old Japanese man who happened to be hung like a horse. It was so uncanny, but oddly enough, that’s what made things hotter; was this the reason why Ashlyn was doing this?

As Goro waited for Layla, the old man struggled to contain his excitement, with his cock eagerly throbbing under his white massage pants. His beady eyes hungrily watched the gap at the bottom of the curtain. He licked his drying lips seeing Layla slipping out of her shoes and removing her socks, revealing her pretty feet with nicely pedicured light blue toenails. Goro’s cock sprang watching her leggings drop to her feet, then her black panties. The old bastard was dying to see Layla nude in all her beautiful glory.

Now fully nude, Layla carefully folded her clothes and placed them on a nearby table. Her amber eyes widened seeing that her panties as a noticeable wet mark. She hadn’t realized that she had grown wet this entire time. Slowly running her hands down her face, she bit her lip and quietly muttered, “Ugh, I’m such a naughty girl…” before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her perfect body.

However, as she finished knotting her towel, Layla noticed how small it was; it barely even went down her legs, stopping just above her mid-thigh. The towel was more akin to a short dress, showcasing her long-toned alluring legs for the world to see, well, just Goro in this case. The brunette smirked and amusingly shook her head knowing that this was definitely intentional on Goro’s part. 

“Hm, you dirty old man,” she arousingly muttered, imagining his beady eyes eating up her alluring form. “Fuck… that’s hot…”

Pulling away the curtain, Layla exited the changing area. What she saw caused her eyes to widen and gasp in surprise. In front of her stood Goro, wearing only a white loincloth, leaving the rest of his skinny old body on display. He might as well be naked! Her amber eyes made quick work scrutinizing his absurd choice of clothing. She observed the white triangular piece of cloth that barely managed to conceal his crotch and the thin strings that wrapped around his waist that seemingly held it all up together. 

“Oh my god! Mr. Tanaka!” Layla exclaimed, shielding her face with her hands but allowing a big enough gap between her fingers to still see the old man. The brunette hadn’t anticipated something like this to happen. She expected that Goro would be a little more subtle with his advances. This was anything but that!

“W-what are you wearing, Mr. Tanaka?? Is this sort of thing normal??” Layla stammered, hiding her flushed cheeks. Goro smirked as he confidently braced his hands on his hips. 

“Hm, this? This is Japanese loincloth, fundoshi,” he explained, providing its Japanese name. Layla stood frozen, unable to utter a word as she blankly stared at his basically naked body. He was so skinny and wrinkly. Despite all that, it was an anomaly that she knew that this man was more virile than anyone she had ever been with!

“And may I ask why you must be wearing that??” Layla continued, struggling to keep her eyes away from his crotch. She was supposed to be acting clueless, but now she was genuinely surprised. 

“Ah, yes, a Japanese custom. It’s a normal practice that enhances experience. Trust,” Goro calmly insisted. A glint of apprehension fell on Layla’s face as she tried to comprehend how such a revealing loincloth could enhance anything. 

“You see,” the old Japanese man began, pointing to a nearby boil full of translucent oil. “We will be doing Nuru massage. Clothes will only get messy if I wear them. So this is practical.” Layla cautiously leered at the old man, understanding what ‘messy’ might mean. A surge of lustful excitement erupted within her. It was painfully obvious where this was leading. The idea that this almost nude old man touching up her naked body with his wrinkly perverted hands, ultimately leading up to her gradual seduction was so fucking hot to her. Layla squeezed her loins together picturing that this had happened to Ashlyn. 

“Hmm, okay…” Layla agreed with a coy demeanor. Goro offered a wide smile and motioned her to come lay on the futon.

Doing as instructed, Layla carefully lowered herself down onto the futon. “We start with you back first. Lie on stomach,” Goro informed. Nodding, the brunette lay flat on her stomach, humming comfortably at the soft sensation of the cushioning engulfing her body.

Once settled, Layla shifted her head to the side and sneakily glanced behind her as Goro kneeled to her left. As he reached over for her towel, a rush was anticipation swirled within her. He moved quickly, eagerly tugging at the knot. Layla’s heart raced as she held a thrilled grin under the coy facade. She could see his beady eyes practically bursting from his sockets, impatient to see her naked body.

“Jeez, I’m not going anywhere, old man,” Layla amusingly thought to herself. 

With her towel finally unwrapped from around her torso, Layla immediately felt flustered and aroused. Her nude backside was now fully exposed to Goro, another man who wasn’t her significant other. Discovering Goro suddenly starting to lick his lips sparked her flames of arousal to swell within her. She knew that he loved her smooth nicely tanned white skin, perfectly toned back, and voluptuous ass. 

It made her so horny knowing that this man was hungry for her, unlike someone she was married to… “Yeah, keep looking at me like that, you perverted old man. Yes… eat me up, get your fill,” Layla mused to herself, with a mischievous smile playing on her lips. 

Is there a problem, Mr. Tanaka? Layla cheekily asked, closing her eyes just enough so she could still monitor Goro. “Hm, and shouldn’t I have a towel to cover my… you know…” she added, half-heartedly covering her ass with her hands, testing this old man’s scheme. 

Regaining focus, Goro shook his head and reassured her. “No problem! No problem! Just getting things ready! And don’t worry about towel, don’t worry. It will only get in the way.” The Japanese masseur then grabbed Layla’s hands, removing them from her butt with surprising strength and placing them to her sides. 

“Oh?! You naughty little bastard,” Layla secretly smirked.

As Goro reached over her body for the bowl of oil, Layla’s gaze inadvertently locked onto his nether regions as his crotch drew near her face. It was unknown whether this was intentional or not. Her amber eyes lingered on his crotch, almost at eye level with her. 

The brunette let out a quiet gasp making out an imprint of his large Japanese cock staring against his loin cloth. “There you are big boy…” she arousingly thought, subconsciously nibbling on her lip. Layla clenched her inner thighs, remembering the damage that cock could do. 

“Ready, Layla?” Goro asked, retrieving the bowl of oil and returning to his original position. Layla took a deep breath and gave a confirming hum. 

Not long after, the sensation of warm oil cascading onto her back elicited a content pur from the attractive brunette. Goro meticulously covered every inch of her body: from the graceful curves of her shoulders, down to the heels of her feet. 

The sudden touch of Goro’s aged hands against her skin brought out a small gasp for Layla’s lips. An electric current of aroused anticipation coursed through her body, thoroughly impressed at the strength of his hands. The old masseur commenced a slow and deliberate massage, beginning from her shoulders and gradually working his way down. 

His bony fingers skillfully pressed and kneaded at the fibers of her muscles, causing her tanned white skin to glisten in the light with oil in the ambient light. Layla found herself surrendering to the old man’s touch and the initial purpose of her visit faded from her thoughts.

“Ohhh, mhmm, hmmmm,” Layla involuntarily moaned at the sensation of Goro’s fingers stroking deep into her back muscles. 

Layla’s breathing got slow and heavy feeling Goro’s hands descending to her lower back. His thumbs traced down the center of her lower back all the way to her tailbone with well-practiced precision. Although she wasn’t here for the massage part, Layla was certainly enjoying it. 

The proximity of his touch getting closer to her ass caused her loins to squeeze. A heavy tingle buzzed through her body finally feeling Goro’s hands make contact with her plush ass. He began by tracing his kneading hands along the sides of her upper thighs, not outright making contact with her naked butt right away. 

But slowly, applying circular motions with his thumbs, he inched closer and closer to her cheeks until finally making full contact. Layla was left breathless and aroused at the heightened intensity of her massage. She mewled and groaned feeling his fingers sink into the soft flesh of her ass, palming her cheeks with both hands.

What felt like a professional massage quickly evolved into something dangerously intimate. The way he was kneading her ass was more akin to someone playing with it rather than massaging it. Her breathing got raspy and her pussy grew wet. Layla never had her ass played with like this before. It was thrilling! 

However, things intensified as Goro descended lower. His kneading thumbs drew dangerously close to her inner thighs, threatening to graze her pussy. “Ah… oh…” Layla let out a quiet moan, trying not to display her arousal.  

“So, you working woman?” Goro casually inquired, his hands continuing to expertly massage her mid and inner thigh area. 

“Ah… hmmm… W-what? Oh… I-I’m a real estate agent,” Layla had to gather her words, succumbing to the soothing sensations Goro was providing.

“Oh, real estate! Very good, very good,” the old man happily replied with his thick accent. 

“So you marry?” Goro continued to make small talk, his hands tracing up and down her thighs, coaxing small moans every time he drew near her private place.

“Me? Uh… Ah… Yeah… I’m married,” Layla struggled to reply with a subtle hint of irritation lining her tone as thoughts of her less-than-desirable marriage to her husband surfaced.

Goro fell silent as his massaging left her thighs and onto her calves and feet. Layla let out a disappointed sigh feeling his hands departing from its proximity from her inner thighs. 

A few minutes passed as Goro continued his rhythmic massage. Although a little upset that the thrill of his dangerous touching ceased, she still enjoyed the deep muscle therapy she was receiving as he diligently worked on her calves and feet. 

As Layla immersed herself in total bliss, she wondered when things were going to heat up again. Hell, she was even eager for it. But things remained mundane and back to professional for the time being. 

Finishing her right foot, Goro carefully settled it onto the futon. At this point, Layla was frustrated that nothing was happening yet. She stopped caring about the massage and wanted the old man to make a salacious advance on her already. 

But as her annoyance simmered, Layla was met by a sudden weight mounting on her. Quickly jerking her head back, her fetching amber eyes shot open to see Goro practically sitting on her soft buttocks. 

“W-hey! What are you doing??” Layla exclaimed, bemused at his strange action. Her eyes rapidly glanced up and down his body, trying to formulate what was happening. Although this was the type of action Layla was waiting for, this was an unexpected turn for her ‘massage’ session. 

A mix of anticipation and embarrassment tore through her, causing her cheeks to blush deeply. “Shhh, this is next part of Nuru massage, just relax…” Goro hushed, leaning forward and pressing his oil finger on her lush lips. Layla just lay there wide-eyed, remembering to just go along with the flow. 

Her heart pounded in her chest sensing his crotch pressing and pushing up against her naked ass. A fluttering sensation churned in her stomach as she became aware of the unmistakable outline of his manhood. 

Layla watched as Goro rested his skinny old torso against the outline of her back. Goosebumps rose from her skin feeling how loose and wrinkly his body felt against hers. Cleaning the sheets of the futon, Layla winced and maintained her composure. 

Slowly, the old man began to slide himself up and down her back. Layla groaned at the weight of his body bearing down on her. Although he wasn’t very heavy, what she was experiencing was completely foreign to her. 

Goro glided effortlessly against her oiled-up skin slowly and deliberately, ensuring she could feel all of him. “Oh my… Ah… Nhg.” Layla writhed under Goro feeling his crotch practically rolling into her ass. 

Layla's eyes shifted over as Goro went over to her left ear. Everything felt so close and dangerously intimate. The old man groaned and grunted into her ear, causing her body to what up with arousal. 

Things intensified as Goro grasped onto Layla’s hips for leverage. “Oh! Mhmm!” Layla moaned at his crotch digging deeper into her plush oily buttocks. Her heart jumped discerning an unmistakable outline of something long and hard sandwiching her cheeks under his loincloth. She bit her lip and her pussy grew wet, eager for what was next.

“How you feel?” Goro grunted into Lalya’s ear, his breath hot and heavy.

“Ah, oh… T-this is certainly an experience, I can tell y-you that. Oh…” Layla struggled to articulate. With one heavy prod, the pretty brunette let out an audible gasp as something prodded directly against her wet slit. 

Layla involuntarily grabbed onto Goro’s wrists as he humped her from behind. The old masseur gripped her hips tighter, eliciting a long moan from Layla’s lips. His rock-hard cock was more apparent than ever. It strained against the fabric of his loincloth, threatening to spill out from its limited concealment. 

Layla felt his cock throbbing between her plush ass, sensually sliding up and down. She was so fucking horny at this point. With every prod and hump from the old man, the more she melted away. Her pussy leaked profusely onto the futon below, leaving a large wet mark. 

Goro then pressed his wrinkly cheek against hers, making what they were doing even more erotic. This was anything but professional! But nonetheless, Layla wasn’t here for professionalism, she wanted to get seduced by this perverted old man. 

“Fuck… Mr. Tanaka…” Layla quietly meweled. Her sultry words only stirred the old man, invigorating his salacious movements. 

“Augh… feels good, yes?” he grunted, pressing his pelvis firmly against her ass and grinding into her. 

“Ah… yes… this feels really good… I needed this so badly…” Layla said with a breathy and aroused voice. 

The old man grinned, licking his lips with his face still pressed against hers, his tongue just barely grazed her cheek. “Augh, let’s switch now, yes?” Goro eagerly instructed, leaving no time for Layla to respond.

“What? Oh!”

Layla suddenly found herself lying on her back. Breathless from how hot her body was, her chest heaved as she gasped for air. The old man swiftly got between her long legs and hovered over her. Locking eyes, she followed his pupils hungrily tracing up and down.

She then realized that he was eyeing her fully naked frontside: from her perky soft D-cup breasts, down to her smooth clean shaven pussy. Layal gasped and involuntarily covered her breasts and crotch. 

As she breathed slow and heavy, no words were shared between her and Goro. The old man knew that she wanted him to keep going. Relaxing, Layla slowly removed her hands from herself and rested them on her sides, leaving her fully nude body on display for him to freely view. 

Grabbing more oil, Goro proceeded to pour it all over Layla’s delectable body. Layla watched intently as the clear viscous liquid cascaded onto her skin. He poured the oil from her tight navel to her shapely boobs. She unknowingly nibbled her bottom lip feeling its warm and soothing properties. 

Once finished, the old masseur reached down to her stomach and began to polish her with the oil. Layla gasped and purred at the sensation of his strong hands touching her so intimately. Making quick work of her lower half, the old man progressed to her chest area.

Without asking for permission, Goro grasped her boobs with both hands. “Oh my!” Layla exclaimed. Her eyes widened and her mouth parted open, bemused. But no objection spurred from her lips. She just stared at Goro in a horny daze. Giving a subtle nod to continue, Goro rubbed the oil into her supple tits, causing them to glisten in the light.

He made sure to graze her cute pink nipples with his aged fingers, causing them to grow erect. He groped and kneaded her, showing no attempt of any professionalism. This old man was just playing with her tits.

“Hmm, you old bastard… You love touching my boobs, don’t you?” Layla hornily mused to herself.

The alluring brunette could tell that Goro was struggling to restrain himself. She found his focus solely on her sexy body, eager to take her right then and there. As much as she enjoyed this naughty little foreplay she wanted to reach the main event of this erotic session. 

Her eyes descended from his wrinkly face down to his crotch. Her pupils dilated spotting a sizable tent protruding from his loincloth. Discerning a wet mark at the very tip of it, her pussy quivered and leaked even more. “God, I need that cock…” she needily thought.

Having his fill playing with her boobs, Goro leaned down and rested his old body against hers. Layla’s stomach fluttered feeling her soft tits pressing against his wrinkly chest, she felt his heart pounding in his chest, and likely he could feel hers. 

Like before, Goro began sliding to and fro, gliding effortlessly against her lathered skin. His weight provided the necessary force to massage her body. At the same time, he also resumed his less-than-subtle humping and prodding. “Oh! God… Mr. Tanaka…” Layla purred feeling his erect mast poking and grinding against her moist slit. 

Layla’s core ached and itched with ferocious longing to be satisfied. This was starting to feel more like torture than relaxation. Nestling his face into her neck, Goro grasped the sides of her torso and rolled her pelvis into her crotch more vigorously, causing Layla to involuntarily entangle her arms around his neck, stuffing him further into her. 

Goro remained neatly tucked against her neck, heavily breathing into her. His nostril flared, eagerly inhaling Layla’s sweet aroma, invigorating his thrusting. “AH!” the brunette gasped at an almost penetrating prod against her pussy. 

Layla knew that Goro wanted to connect his lips with her skin. Although the old man remained steadfast. With a devilish grin, Layla firmly tugged Goro closer to her neck, forcing his old lips to make landfall on her neck. 

This sudden sensation of a man’s lips planting against her caused her instinct to fuck unleash within her. Layla’s legs immediately rose in the air and snaked around Goro’s thin waist, pulling him deeper. 

Sensing the beautiful brunette's desire taking hold, Goro finally broke into a kissing frenzy. “Oh! Mhhmmm, Mr. Tanaka…” Layla moaned. The feeling of his suctioning lips and sloppily licking tongue sent aroused shivers down her spine, causing her brain to short-circuit.

Then, remembering she needed to play coy, she added, “You can’t be kissing me like that… I’m married…”

“Mph, you pay for service… Therapy services are confidential. Husband no need to know,” the old pervert explained briefly removing his lips from her neck. A mischievous smile formed on Layla’s face hearing Goro’s line of reasoning. She was sure that he told Ashlyn the exact same thing whenever he managed to seduce her. 

Layla’s blood boiled with exhilaration. It was so thrilling seeing straight through this man’s devious intentions and still allowing him to have his way with her. Her mind was hazed with lust and desire, eager to move on to the next step of her ‘therapy’. 

“Augh… Are you sure? This seems awfully unprofessional…”

“Mutual pleasure is ultimate form of relaxation.” There was the saying Ashlyn told Layla about. Layla just hummed and nodded slowly, eagerly tugging his pelvis into her. “Just let our bodies do as they seek…” 

“Oh, I know what I seek…” Layla devilishly said to herself. 

Reaching for the thin string of his loincloth that wrapped around his waist, Layla grabbed at it with her toes and steadily drew them down. She tried to keep Goro occupied with her neck so he wouldn’t notice her naughty actions but unlucky for her, the dirty old man was well aware of her intentions. 

Layla in annoyance as she attempted to pull down his loincloth, feeling that it was stuck on his erect cock. “Ugh, this big cock of his,” she mused.

The eager brunette kept at it, trying to unlodge Goro’s cock from his loincloth. But she failed to realize that she wasn’t being exactly sneaky about it. 

“Husband tend to you?” Goro suddenly asked, whispering into her ear. Layla’s eyes widened at the rather personal question.

“Hmmm, I’m not sure exactly what you mean,” Layla responded with a feigned unknowing tone. 

Then, going closer to her ear Goro continued, “You know exactly what I mean… Why do you think you come here? I know why you’re here. You want my cock…” The old man’s bold declaration left Layla speechless. 

“E-excuse me?” she gasped as she felt a poking prod at her pussy. 

“Stop with the deception… You came here to get fucked, no?”

“I… I don’t know…” Layla tried to get out.

“I know you were watching me and Ashlyn fucking…” the old man revealed, causing Layla’s heart to sink. “I saw you behind the glass door… And from what I could see, you liked watching your friend getting what she deserved…” She felt so ashamed that he knew that she was watching her best friend getting her pussy pounded. It was so embarrassing! However, Layla would admit, watching Ashlyn and Goro going at it was the hottest thing she had ever seen.

Layla’s chest pounded and her face got steaming hot. She was caught red-handed! “That’s why you come here. You want what Ashlyn is having, yes?” The alluring brunette remained silent, contemplating how to explain herself. “You just like Ashlyn too, hm? Husband don’t touch you. So you come here to get fucked by real man, yes?” Goro’s words resonated deeply with Layla. The old bastard saw right through her. This begged her to question how long he was aware of her little scheme. Perhaps her plan wasn’t as foolproof as she thought. 

“Ah… Mr. Tanaka…” Layla could only utter as she snugly held him with her limbs. “Shit… you’re too sharp for your own good, you dirty old man…” she abashedly admitted to her crime. There was no point in trying to explain herself, he knew everything.

“Call me Goro. Using my last name is only for clients.” 

“Oh? I’m no longer a client?” Layla teasingly purred.

“Hm, not anymore. I make you my lover.”

Layla grinned. She reveled in the fact that this old man wanted to claim her as his. She had sorely missed what it felt like to be desired. “And what about my husband? And Ashlyn?” She wondered how the dynamic would be with her best friend if they were to share a single lover. 

“You don’t care what husband thinks since you are here… He won’t know, this will be our secret. As for Ashlyn… I will have both of you. You two will be lovers.” Layla’s chest burned with an insatiable fire. She was attracted to how this skinny old man knew what he wanted. 

Rising from her neck, Goro kneeled over Layla and locked eyes with her. The sexual tension in the air was more apparent than ever. Without a word, Goro reached down and tugged his loincloth from his waist and kicked it off his feet, leaving him fully naked.

Layla’s eyes were immediately drawn to his fully erect cock and low-hanging balls. Her pussy quivered in anticipation, longing to know what it felt like to have his manhood sink deeply into her. 

Goro then rested his cock on her lower abdomen, his length nearly reaching her belly button. Layla felt his heavy throbbing against her skin. His viscous precum leaked into her, flowing into her belly button like a river. 

“My god… you’re so big…” she muttered in astonishment. Having seen his cock from a distance in recordings, she was pleasantly surprised that it seemed bigger in person.  

“Bigger than husband?” Goro said with a confident grin.

Layla nodded her head. “Yes… way fucking bigger than him… I didn’t know Japanese people could be so hung…”

“Hehe, I’m just blessed.”

Layla’s amber eyes never left his massive cock. She wanted Goro to put it in her already. “Mr. Tank-, I mean, Goro… Are you going to fuck me?” she asked, trying to contain her thirstiness. 

Goro grinned. Just the words he was waiting to hear. Tilting his head in acknowledgment, he drew his hips and directed his cock toward her awaiting slit. Layla gasped feeling his bulbous cockhead press against her wet pussy lips. But to her dismay, he pushed no further. He just held himself there, slowly rubbing himself along her folds, teasing her. 

“Fuck… Goro… what are you doing? Put it in…” Layla mewled, feverishly biting on her index finger. 

The old man smiled mischievously. “Tell me how much you want me to fuck you.” Layla frustratedly leered at him, she had been on edge her entire tenure here, she needed her sexual tension relieved, now!

“Fuck! Please, Goro! I want your big Japanese cock inside of me! Fuck me! Make this married pussy yours! Conquer me like you did with my best friend. Make me your slut!” Her words were like music to his old ears. Goro chuckled to himself at how surprisingly easy it was to seduce this fine woman. 

“And you okay with cheating on husband?”

“Augh, fuck him! He doesn’t give a flying shit about me or my needs. I need another man who is willing to give me what I deserve. I need your cock inside of me, I need you!” Layla’s resentment toward John and her pent-up sexual tension had left her thoughts unfiltered and raw. There was no guilt that she was about to cheat and betray her wedding vows. Her husband is the one who led her down this depraved path in the first place!

Getting what he wanted from her, Goro accepted her pleas. Reaching under her knees, he splayed her long legs apart and drove his hips forward.

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