Chapter 1675
Kevin watched as Maurice's small, delicate anus twitched and contracted, almost as if it was trying to escape his touch. His excitement grew, and he began to gently but firmly massage and tease Maurice's anus with his fingers, like a motor vibrating rapidly.
"Ahhh!"
Waves of pleasure surged through Maurice's body. Her thick thighs tensed, and her ample buttocks moved restlessly as she tried to suppress the overwhelming sensation. Low moans escaped her throat, and suddenly, her body convulsed a few times before her stiff limbs slowly relaxed.
Kevin was stunned. Did Maurice just orgasm from what he did? She was so sensitive; he had only played with her anus and hadn't even touched her mons pubis yet.
Not wanting to overstimulate her, Kevin withdrew his fingers from her buttocks and continued to knead her buttocks, feeling a strong sense of accomplishment. After all, making the high-and-mighty Maurice climax was every man's dream in Harmony County.
Maurice panted as she gradually came down from her orgasm. She felt embarrassed that a female masseuse had made her orgasm. She also felt a bit resentful towards her husband, Armando, for not satisfying her needs, and towards Kevin for not visiting her more often. If Kevin had been there to massage her, she wouldn't have made a fool of herself in front of a stranger.
Maurice didn't really consider Kevin a stranger, especially after he had stayed over at her house last time. Their relationship had become closer. Kevin not only fulfilled her emotional needs but also her unspoken physical desires, though she would never admit the latter.
After her orgasm, Maurice felt extremely exhausted, especially since she hadn't slept well the previous night. Under the masseuse's hands, she quickly fell into a deep sleep.
Kevin continued to play with Maurice's large buttocks for a while, but when he noticed she wasn't responding, he found it odd. Upon closer inspection, he realized she had fallen asleep from his massage. Delighted, he knew he could leave now. However, seeing her plump buttocks and the hint of her mons pubis, he hesitated. He had already made her climax, so taking a bit more advantage wouldn't hurt, especially since he might not get another chance.
With that thought, he removed his pants and took out his already hard penis. But he encountered a problem: Maurice was lying on the massage table, and her buttocks were nearly a yard away from the table's edge. Even with a long penis, he couldn't reach her from that distance. He could try from the side, but he wouldn't be able to penetrate her buttocks unless he climbed onto the table, which would surely wake her.
Frustrated, Kevin was about to give up when he noticed an electronic display with a row of buttons next to the massage table. He pressed one and found that it adjusted the table's height. His eyes lit up, and he quickly lowered the table. The previously horizontal table now tilted downward at an angle, but not enough to make Maurice slide off.
Excited at the prospect of intergluteal sex with Maurice, Kevin's penis hardened even more, almost touching his stomach. He positioned himself at the end of the table, placing his hands on the edge like doing a push-up, and slowly moved his penis towards Maurice's plump buttocks. The glans soon touched her smooth, firm flesh, sending a wave of pleasure through his body.
"So good," Kevin gasped, the sensation from his penis making him almost collapse onto Maurice. He slowly bent his arms, guiding his thick penis into her buttocks, like a space station docking with a spaceship. Maurice's soft flesh enveloped his hot penis, making it feel like he was thrusting into a vagina.
Soon, half of Kevin's penis was inside her buttocks, and the glans touched a tender, wet spot. The sensation made him shiver. Last time at Maurice's house, he had done something similar, but she had been wearing a nightgown and underwear. Now, she was completely naked, and their genitals were in direct contact, ready for intercourse.
Kevin was thrilled, feeling Maurice's thick labia gently sucking on his glans, while her soft flesh squeezed his penis. A single thrust would allow him to fully enter her vagina.
However, Kevin ultimately didn't dare to go all the way. While playing with Maurice's buttocks was already inappropriate, it could still be seen as youthful impulsiveness. Penetrating her would cross a line, and Maurice had been so good to him. He couldn't do something so despicable.
Kevin slowly moved his penis in and out of Maurice's buttocks, each time the glans touched her labia, feeling the sticky vaginal discharge making the motion smoother.
In her sleep, Maurice instinctively moved her hips, tightening her flesh around Kevin's hot penis, further arousing him. He thrust faster, feeling the intense pleasure from her mature body.
Kevin soon reached his limit. The pleasure from his glans was overwhelming. He quickly pulled out his penis from her buttocks, and his glans twitched, releasing hot semen onto Maurice's bare back.
"So good," Kevin muttered to himself, panting heavily. He adjusted the massage table back to its original position, wiped the semen off Maurice's back with a towel, and put his penis away. He looked at her voluptuous body on the table, licking his lips. He wished he could have sex with her for real.
Although he had been with many women, he always felt intimidated by the wives of officials. Evelyn, Daisy, and Willow had all made the first move; otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to sleep with them.
Maurice, however, was of such high status that it seemed impossible for her to lower herself to be with a young man like him. Unless, like Daisy, she had little to no sex life with her husband and couldn't let go of her pride to have an affair, giving him a chance.
From how quickly Maurice had climaxed, Kevin guessed her sex life with her husband, Armando, wasn't great. As the County Executive, Armando was always busy and rarely home. Maurice had complained to Kevin before about barely speaking to Armando once a month. Middle-aged couples often had more barriers, and it was even more so for those in leadership positions.
Kevin was deep in thought when he heard a knock at the door. A woman's voice called out, "Hello, I'm the masseuse you booked. May I come in?"
The real masseuse had arrived. Kevin felt lucky he had just finished. He quickly hid by the door, hearing the sound of a key card being swiped. A uniformed female masseuse entered and walked towards the massage table.
Kevin took the opportunity to slip out of the room, running out of the VIP massage area. He finally took off his work clothes and let out a long breath. It had been a close call, but getting to play with Maurice's enticing buttocks again was worth it.
Maurice slowly woke up, feeling the masseuse still massaging her back. She didn't know how long she had slept but thought the masseuse was quite dedicated. "Alright, that's enough. You must be tired," she said.
The female masseuse was puzzled. She had just started and had only been massaging for about ten minutes. But since the client had spoken, she didn't explain further and stopped. "Is there anything else you need?" she asked.
Maurice sat up, feeling relaxed and in a much better mood. She dressed and looked at the masseuse kindly. "What's your name?"
"I'm Hazel."
The masseuse seemed a bit nervous. She didn't know Maurice's identity but knew that VIP clients were important people. Maurice's demeanor suggested she was a high-ranking official.
"Oh, are you from around here?" Maurice asked, sitting on the sofa and inviting Hazel to sit beside her. Sometimes, you could learn the most from those at the grassroots level.
"Yes, I'm from Westbrook Village."
"Do many people from your village work at the spa?"
"Quite a few, about thirty or so. People from other villages work here too, over a hundred in total."
"It seems the spa has indeed helped solve the employment problem for idle labor in the village."
Maurice nodded slightly. This was the original intention of her husband, Armando, when he insisted on setting up a poverty alleviation pilot in West Stream Town. Instead of forcing farmers to leave their homes to work elsewhere, it was better to leverage local resources and create industries that provided jobs and increased income. It seemed to be working well.
"How much do you make a month?"
"Around three thousand dollars in base salary, plus commissions. Our manager said there would be year-end bonuses, and each household in the village would receive benefits. Elderly and poor households get five thousand dollars a year, and families with students get a thousand dollars in scholarships."
"That's great." Maurice nodded in satisfaction. She had initially been wary of Natalie, thinking her background might negatively impact Armando's career. But after getting to know her, Maurice realized Natalie had good ideas and her actions aligned with Armando's governance philosophy. She wasn't just a wealthy, unscrupulous businesswoman. Maurice's attitude towards Natalie had gradually changed. Everyone makes mistakes, but recognizing and correcting them is what matters.
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