Masseuse Amaya, Part V(Iceman)

To say that the Japanese knew the last thing about domination would have probably been a large overstatement, so she was basically applying on Ailinn what she thought how a soft domination would feel like for her. She was not knowing what she was doing here either, especially when you thought how they had met first and how they had met again. But the Irish was very hard to resist in general, and the Japanese was rather easy to believe people she may somehow have wronged or misunderstood.

Her own legs would spread to spread the legs of the Irish in the same process while the hand that had been holding and moving the head would wander downward to slip between the legs of the other girl and rub her gently while her own tongue would invade deeper into the waiting new land at the exact same time, working the body of Ailinn on three fronts now.

Ailinn was aware of something really important in this new life of hers. The Gaelic having a clear in ring persona could prove a disadvantage when facing some people out of that enviroment. She also thought that this character she came up with would add some spice to the show, but now she knew that some wrestlers weren’t aware of that “act” part she took for granted, so she would have a lot to reflect upon. The greenette now had to cope with the idea that some of her past rivals maybe now thought that she was indeed that monstrous Conqueror that is Imperious, but that wasn’t the truth. She wanted to make things right, and maybe what she was doing now was her very first act on that path.

Ailinn reckoned that Amaya had the skills, only lacked the confidence. The Gaelic wanted the masseuse to work on that, she really wanted to be able to reassure this woman because she was good, she had all the potential to pose a really cool light dominant aspect of hers and she only had to believe it. That was why every action from the Irish was intended to give Amaya that confidence. That and the fact that the greenette was way past the return point, she was prey of the masseuse’s charms at that point.

When the three way “attack” started she noticed how deep she had fallen into Amaya’s clutches. She squirmed and writhed in a submissive way trying to get the most of every brush against her counterpart’s body.

Ailinn was quite active now, something Amaya had a little trouble to read at first. Then she realized that she did not intend to free herself from her touch but tried to enjoy it as much as possible, and that was something she felt really building up her confidence. Strange enough she felt that it fitted her talk about the soothing voice of a maiko a little while ago, and that would probably also mean that Ailinn was indeed not the brute she had pictured her to be.

Her rubbing hand would finally turn into a probing fingering, at the same time she would break the kiss for a moment to take a deep breath so that she gave the Irish a little bit of time to enjoy the feeling of her finger in her womanhood before resuming the kiss more deeply and with more excitement from her own side.

Looked like Amaya finally made her mind up about what was going on. No one was born having the know-how on matters like these, but even if she was having a hard time reading Ailinn’s reactions, the Gaelic had to admit that the Maiko was making her best effort into it, and only that was commendable. But even so she was doing quite a good job as the greenette was becoming putty in her hands, her mind completely lost to desire.

When the kissing broke Ailinn opened her eyes, but she wasnt ready for what was coming. Amaya’s rubbing hand switched tactics and a nimble finger probed the greenette’s womanhood. As the digit went in the Irish howled in pleasure as she was finally getting the attention she was craving for. Then Amaya would resume kissing and Ailinn lay her head back, allowing the Maiko’s tongue to act at her own will while she also allowed her finger to ravage her as much as she liked. Her sex would soon become drenched in her own fluids, making each insertion slicker and more pleasant. “Fuck…” Ailinn was getting oh so close, and it was only in Amaya’s hand to develop the situation in any way she wanted.

This encounter was surely one she would never admit to have had, although she would have never pictured herself in a ring just five years ago so it was probably the best to not rule things out in any direction.

And speaking of directions, a triumphant smile would appear on her face for a moment when the Irish was squirming in the throes of her ecstasy, her tongue streaking over the counterparts of the other girl with the finest of touches from the tip of the tongue only, like an artist giving her piece of art the last, final strokes of the brush before her fingers would continue to sink in and out of the sex of the bigger girl, trying to adjust her tempo to the level of delight she sensed Ailinn was having. Not to give her back control mostly, but to make it a delightful experience in the house of Gentle Hands.

No matter what the innocent looking masseuse could think of her skills or how much real experience she had, there was no denying that Amaya was doing such a good work, and now it wasn’t only about the massage obviously. The attention the Maiko was paying to her counterpart’s body was excellent and the way she worked her arousal up from a slight tease to this full on sexual strike was exquisite. If only the woman would work a little into her self-confidence she could make a good dominator, or at least that thought Ailinn, maybe she was falling into this woman’s web.

Even despite her urges to make this last as much as she could not even Ailinn could last forever, and she had taken a lot of pleasure out of this so it was only a matter of time based on Amaya’s skills that Ailinn would pop. And when she reached climax she made it the hard way. The greenette’s eyes suddenly opened as she drew a long deep moan inside of Amaya’s mouth as her sex exploded and her fluids gushed out drenching Amaya’s hand and herself. Groaning in pleasure she would continue for some seconds before trying going limp, that if Amaya allowed her.

Mission accomplished as it seemed, Ailinn finally went limp after visibly enjoying her treatment. She would allow the Irish to go limp, but she would still keep her finger in the womanhood for a little bit, getting slower and slower while she had the impression that the other girl was still enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm.

Her pushing tongue would go around much softer in the mouth of the limp girl and leave it simultaneously when her finger was finally leaving the womanhood, the hand resting on the leg of Ailinn then.
”I hope you enjoyed your massage here at the gentle hands.”
She whispered into the bigger girls ear with a little smile, then giving Ailinn a soft kiss on the cheek.

Ailinn had still some afterglow to enjoy as her body jerked at her masseuse’s touch. She was still in a much deeper but gentler kiss and Amaya’s finger was slowly retreating but still elicting some more pleasure from her body. When the waves of bliss had finally faded she went all limp and Amaya retreated from her body in both fronts. Ailinn was left panting heavily and catching her breath after an amazing orgasm.

Amaya had taken Ailinn to heaven and back. There hadn’t been that much “domination” in there since the Gaelic’s attitude towards the exchange was a compliant one from the very beginning, but she wasn’t a sex freak who only liked that and some passionate session was always welcome, she only missed the chance of making that more reciprocated, but these were Amaya’s terms. No matter what happened she wanted the Maiko to feel comfortable with whatever she did, and after all the greenette was the one getting the massage.

“Oh, sure I did… you have ‘gentle’ hands indeed… haaaah. Can I have taste?” she said while making a gesture at Amaya’s hand resting in his leg, asking for a taste of her own fluids. In other circumstances she would have done that without a warning, but she didn’t want to ruin the mood after all that had happened.

Amaya would probably wonder herself the most what she had done just there a little bit later. But for now, she had been content to lie on the bigger girl until Ailinn had a request for her that snapped her out of her little lethargy.

Initially, she just wanted to fulfill the request, but then she had kind of a sudden stroke of lewd idea which overrode her already pretty battered shame pretty easily.
”Turn around.”
She whispered seductively, letting the Irish some space so that she could slide on her, drawing with her soaked finger around her own nipples before moving her breasts closely over the mouth of Ailinn while her other hand would grab the neck of the bigger girl for additional stability. And because she had the desire to do so.

Something inside Ailinn was expecting for Amaya to think their exchange concluded, so for the Gaelic it was a pleasant surprise to see that the masseuse still had something in mind for her. Her previous orgasm had been an amazing one and gave her a lot of pleasure, but she was far of being satiated. She wanted to taste this woman much more now as she was when they faced in combat. She then saw her as some rival to overcome, but the greenette was able to see much more now, she valued Amaya as a person, and maybe even as a friend.

When Aillinn heard Amaya’s command she rushed to do as she was told. She liked those moments in which the masseuse was more control-y and felt excited about what the brunette could be planning. Then she noticed Amaya teasing her, rubbing Ailinn’s honey from her fingers to the nipples and then lying on top of the greenette and positioning her breasts oh so close to the Gaelic’s face while grabbing her neck. Ailinn gasped in surprise, opening her mouth completely to let her tongue out, resting so close to her counterpart’s nipple. “P-please. Let meee....” she said with pleading eyes as she fluttered at Amaya.