Sasha directed me to lie flat on my stomach on the floor, on top of a fresh towel. I was butt naked. I had already obeyed her command to switch on the cameras and start recording. We were going to film this massage scene, too; she wasn't wasting an inch of this professional setup.
I couldn't help but turn my head to watch her remove her fishnet dress. It was a slow, deliberate performance. She grabbed the hem of the fine mesh at her collar, and with a lazy, seductive pull, the sheer fabric slid down her body. It gathered first around her waist, catching briefly on the swell of her hips, before pooling at her feet.
"You are a very naughty boy, aren't you?" she purred, the red lipstick on her juicy mouth forming a teasing smirk.
She stood completely naked, bathed in the flawless light of the new ring lamp. Her body was magnificent, every inch of her curves—from the firm, high slope of her breasts to the sensual swoop of her waist and the powerful curve of her thighs—outlined in crisp, erotic detail. The lighting made her skin glow, turning her into a piece of luminous, living sculpture.
"I can't help but stare. You have a magnificent body, Sasha," I admitted, my voice strained. The Swagger point was useless against this display of raw sexual power.
She only chuckled, enjoying the power she held. She uncorked the bottle of oil, which smelled faintly of jasmine, and poured a generous stream onto her breasts. I watched it flow glossily and slowly, catching the light as it pooled between her cleavage before slowly tracing the underside of her breasts.
My cock throbbed harder, straining against the towel draped over my hips. Fuck. The sight of the warm, slick oil highlighting her breasts made an animal instinct take over. I wanted to reach out, grab her, and slide my pulsing cock across the slick, hot skin of her cleavage.
Then the true performance began. Sasha started rubbing her body slowly, applying the oil everywhere. She ran her hands over her own breasts, kneading them gently, making the tissue quiver, all while maintaining eye contact with the main camera and then me, her eyes holding a naughty, teasing smile. She was making sure she was catching the perfect angles.
Then she moved the oil to her thighs, smoothing it over the taut muscle. My breath hitched as her hand moved lower. Her fingers found the dense, wet curls of her pussy. She tapped it gently once, twice, then began drawing lazy, small circles on it with her oily nails, all while biting down hard on her lower lip in mock control.
"Damn, Sasha, you're gonna make me nut before we even fuck," I groaned, my voice rough.
She giggled, a low, throaty sound, and continued the circular motion.
"Come on, stop teasing me!" I pleaded.
"You should beg," she giggled again, leaning into the power.
"Please," I begged, the word escaping me in a rush of desperate heat. She was masterful, using that raw pussy power to make the demanding Producer a kneeling supplicant.
She smiled then, knowing she had won. Her oiled body glistening, she began walking towards me slowly in a smooth, rhythmic catwalk, the light catching the perfect sheen of oil on her hips and thighs.
She leaned down and began pouring the warm, jasmine-scented oil onto my back. I instantly craved the feeling of her hands on my body, only this time they would be slippery and hot.
"Relax, Druski, it's just a massage," she whispered, her voice filled with sexual desire, a low, seductive hum designed perfectly for the three active microphones.
I gulped with anticipation. Her soft, expertly trained hands finally began rubbing my back. She worked the tension out of my shoulders and down my spine with deliberate, sensual pressure.
"Do you like that?" she asked, kneading a tight knot near my shoulder blade.
"Ugh... yes, god, that feels so good," I groaned, the relief battling with the rising lust. The therapeutic heat and the sheer eroticism of her touch simultaneously healed and pushed me to the edge.
"Feel that? You want my body sliding over yours?" Sasha said as she poured more oil and expertly positioned herself.
"Hmm, I would love that, baby," I said, my tone laced with barely controlled lust.
Her hands moved up my back, then I felt her entire body slide over mine. Her large, firm breasts pressed slowly into my back, gliding upward, the oily friction creating a heavy, warm seal. I felt the weight and heat of her torso moving up my spine, followed by her lower body. The sensation of her wet, oiled pussy sliding over the curve of my butt up to my lower back was electric—not a touch, but a slow, deliberate friction that felt like a profound, sexual merge.
"How do you like my body sliding on yours, does it feel good, hmm?" Sasha said.
"It feels so nice, baby. I love it," I said, my voice thick.
"Do you like my pussy sliding on your back, healing your muscles?" she whispered, her voice so intensely sexual it sent waves of energy through my body.
"I love your pussy, Sasha, it feels like magic," I said, feeling her heavy breasts slide up and down my back. I could feel her nipples trailing, sending sharp bursts of excitement. Her skin was warm, and the deliberate friction felt perfect. The slippery oil intensified the pleasure, making it feel like we were merging into one glorious, sensual mass.
"I'm gonna massage you with my body, exploring every inch of your body with my softness," she whispered in my ear. She bit my earlobe seductively, sending a shiver down my spine that had nothing to do with pain.
Then she shifted, moving to a sittingposition so that her soft, heavy ass settled directly onto my lower back. She began moving like she was doing a slow, rhythmic cowgirl grind, using her powerful hips to work the knots out of my lower back while her hands traced the weak muscles of my shoulders. It was the most effective physical therapy I had ever experienced, blended seamlessly with pure, professional sex.
She stopped moving and got off me.
"Turn around and face me," she ordered.
I did as I was told, my cock already throbbing violently, slick with the residual jasmine oil from my body. I flipped over onto my back, exposing my full, hard erection to the camera lights and to Sasha.
"Would like to feel my tits sliding on your cock?"