Masseuse Amaya, Part V(Iceman)

”Uhm, maybe.”
It was to late to back out anyway at this point, therefore Amaya did not really intend to move back but still hesitated a little bit as if she had a little bit fear of her own courage. And also to let Ailinn sweat and beg a little. But then she would finally raise the head of Ailinn and lower one of her breasts in the same direction so that the Irish could suckle at her nipple to satisfy her needs. Her other arm would move itself in a way that her lower arm was resting beside the head of the other girl after she had brushed her sticky hair out of the way too.

Meanwhile her legs would slightly rub against the body of Ailinn in anticipation, her breath getting a little bit faster until she exhaled out in relaxation and the realization that she had done it already.

It wasn’t that common that Ailinn finds herself in the kind of position she was in now. In her sensual exchanges she likes the dominant side more, but the way Amaya was playing hard to get had her effect in the greenette. She was getting into it quickly, no matter how easily she could physically break the wheel of domination she just didn’t want to. There was something about this woman that piqued the Irish’s interest in a way she hadn’t feel in some time, and wanted to explore how far the masseuse would take her dominance over her.

Finally Amaya decided to grant the Gaelic her wish, leaning down on her so the greenette could finally get her taste at the wonderful prize. The time for delicate treatment was done and Ailinn was so aroused to lose time with foreplay so she went in as a predator to its prey. Her tongue started ravaging Amaya’s breast, drawing powerful licks as she made circles around her nipple. Ailinn gasped in excitement as she gagged on Amaya’s tit, huffing and puffing as her body once again stood up to attention. She then noticed Amaya slightly rubbing against her as she brushed her hair. The greenette wanted the Maiko to join her so bad and that’s why she dedicated to eating her nipple while looking at her directly with longing eyes.

“Mhhgg- aaaaaah… haaah… haaa…” Ailinn got some breather while still looking at her counterpart, learning from her reactions. Then she made her move. Breathing hard from her excitement she pleaded: “Amaya… pl-please… let me serve you. Use me to make yourself feel goooood… please…”

”Mhm…Ah!”
Getting more aroused by the second, her hand holding the neck of the bigger girl had its fingers dancing there, moving the head of Ailinn in the direction she felt that needed some attention.

In a short break between the moaning of the Japanese, Ailinn suddenly had a request that left her befuddled for words momentarily. Not knowing what to answer quickly, she would simply press her untended breast right into the mouth of the Irish so that she could buy some time.

When she felt that Ailinn would probably press the matter again, she would suddenly slip forward until the upper part of her womanhood would hover right over the mouth of the other girl while her own hands and legs would bring her into a bend forward position as if she was bended in a camel clutch.
”G…go ahead.”

Finally the masseuse was taking out her virtue cloak. It had been somehow difficult for Ailinn to make Amaya comfortable enough so she could let her desires run free, and even at that time she wasn’t completely sure of that as the greenette could tell, but it was the best she was going to get today.

Just when Ailinn was cranking up her submission to eleven, Amaya decided she was aroused enough and slipped forwards, getting her breasts out of the Gaelic’s reach but offering a much more prized bounty. The masseuse positioned in a way her womanhood was just there to be ravaged by the greenette. Her sex was there, completely exposed in all of its grace, a perfect shade of pink and moist from Amaya’s arousal. At last, Ailinn would serve the Maiko as she deserved.

The Gaelic dig in with her tongue, starting with powerful brushes of her tongue around Amaya’s outer lips. Then after some seconds she would shift her efforts going at it full force, making every stroke of her tongue worth it, trying to get the masseuse so out of her mind in pleasure, just as she deserved. It was then when Ailinn realized she couldn’t take this anymore and while her left hand was giving Amaya’s buttocks some good squeezes her right would dart like crazy to her own womanhood before started pleasuring herself and filling the room with the slick noises of her own sex. Every time her fingers would pump her moans would send powerful vibrations inside Amaya that would only elicit more pleasure from her. That was the service she had earned today.

Amaya was not exactly at ease with her decision to grant the request of the bigger girl at first, as her face clearly showed how embarrassed and confused she was with her own decision.
”O…OH!”
Her hands turned into small fists when her sex was sensually yet powerfully encircled and then invaded, her face a big O and her eyes wide open before she would settle in it for a little more comfort as her knees went a little bit closer to the body of the Irish and her eyes narrowed a little bit back to a more normal size.

Hearing a strange noise behind her after a little time, she went more upward and bended her head to let it look over her shoulder to see how Ailinn was pleasuring herself while she was serving her. Her face would go instantly red and she wanted to say something about it, but then she realized that her face was probably already pretty visible from below her sex so that Ailinn was probably experiencing first hand of how embarrassed and aroused she was at the same time.

Ailinn was quite busy while trying to bring Amaya to the brink of ecstasy and giving her an awesome ride while doing so, without paying attention to her own body and the release she was craving for. But there was still something inside Amaya that wouldn’t let the masseuse properly enjoy the trearment. It could be shame, it could be something deeper than that, but facts were undeniable. Something prevented Amaya from letting herself go.

This would have proved no problem in the match they had in the past, things would have continued the way they were until the masseuse reached orgasm, but there was something inside Ailinn’s perception that had clicked. Her perspective had drastically changed since the conversation they had and now how things were it was difficult for the Gaelic to keep going while seeing this lack of resolution in her counterpart. She had an idea, it would mean her getting some hold on the situation but it was something that the greenette judged would help the smaller woman make her mind up.

Ailinn would stop her ravaging tongue and looked directly at her partner’s eyes. Amaya was all blushed, half in excitement and arousal but also half in embarrasement. She didn’t want the woman to feel ashamed about what they were doing. It felt wrong. “T-tell me how you want to be served, *pant* mistress…” The greenette stressed the last word, marking Amaya’s dominating position in the exchange. She wanted her to take the helm and start enjoying the act they were in the middle of. After all, it was meant for that.

Ailinn had indeed picked up her conflicting feeling, but still she was quite surprised how sensible the green haired girl was for this kind of signals, she even stopped running her tongue on her womanhood instead of just pulling it through. It seemed as if she had really done her wrong with picturing her as a heartless beast, or a good actress of being a honest person.

Collecting her breath before she was able to give a halfway comprehensible answer, she would look quite less embarrassed.
”This…this whole situation was gliding fully through my hands when you appeared here. Therefore I was dragged back and forth between two extremes. But now I guess that this will be good and not just an additional embarrassing episode in a challenging phase.”
She explained herself, one of her hands combing through the hair of the Irish as a sign that everything was okay for her now.

It was obvious that something was bothering Amaya and keeping her from really enjoying what was going on, and let’s be honest, Ailinn knows her trade really well so the masseuse should be feeling really good. But there was this splinter on the Maiko’s mind that would prevent her from letting herself go.

Ailinn payed attention to what Amaya said and she couldn’t make much sense of it. Whatever was worrying the Maiko it looked like it transcended the incident they had on their previous match. No, it had to be something deeper and more painful. And it was the greenette’s duty to make the masseuse forget about that if only for some instants. After her cryptic speech, however, Amaya started combing her green hair. She interpreted this as a signal for her to continue.

Ailinn leaned in again, restarting her methodical devouring of Amaya’s sex. Her tongue would brush against those moist and soft inner folds one more time while she nudged her nose against her clit now and then. Then she started ramping up the rhythm as she resumed her own fingering. Ailinn would try to make both women arousal at the same levels, balancing her own pleasuring with her pussy eating, sending her hot breath inside the masseuse, making her best to make her forget every problem and just experience what was coming.

Amaya was too reserved and strange enough probably a little bit to stuck up to really tell Ailinn how she was torn between being the girl that was generally accepted by everyone and lived a normal live wo would naturally fall victim to bigger, more sensual and stronger or meaner girls in an environment like AFW and the burgeoning fighter girl that she possibly could be when she clawed her way up through the ranks of the Federation.

But all of that was of no concern for her anymore when Ailinn licked her sex again, with all the expertise of an sexually experienced woman, causing her to raise her arms to her own hair and above, stretching in delight until her arms sunk again until her palms were on the floor and she was bending a little bit backward and her womanhood was dripping wet, ready to explode under the signal that the Irish was invisibly sending her.

Ailinn was good at judging people and measuring their character just with some minutes of observation. It was some skill that had been of use to her when getting to meet new friends or partners. It also proved useful when she needed to know what kind of people she should stay away from. For what she knew at that point there was something dragging Amaya down, even at that moment. The Maiko had some strong issue she wouldn’t like to share and she wasn’t capable of fully letting herself go. Ailinn understood this and her place right now, but was in a complex position: she felt bad for the aggravation and disrespect she commited in their match and wanted to help her former rival ease her worries, but knew that getting Amaya to really trust her would take some time and her best attitude. She didn’t fully know why, but she cared for this woman and wanted to repair their relationship.

For the moment the best the greenette could do was to keep going and make Amaya forget everything at least for some moments. She devoted her tongue to the task at hand. Ailinn wasn’t one to brag but when talking about oral sex she was pretty good and it showed. Her tongue would brush around Amaya’s lips while giving small nudges to her clit, then go to give some caress to the Maiko’s inner folds. While doing so the greenette was also taking some time to give in to her desires, as she was so pent up at that point that her sex was letting her honey go with every pump of her fingers. She noticed how Amaya was so close to the edge, so she got her face inside her womanhood as she noticed her own orgasm starting building up. She sent the vibrations of her eager moans inside the Maiko, aiming at making her lost in pleasure.