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Viking Massage – Part 3
Just as Ivar crept towards the bed you became aware of a quiet buzzing sound, distracting you from the delicious sight before you;
“What’s that noise?” you asked, still not used to the various gadgets and machines your hotel room held.
Pausing to stop Ivar glanced to his disguarded Spa uniform that sat in a heap on the floor;
“Fuck... its my phone”
Quickly rummaging through the pockets he looked at the screen and paled a little;
“It’s my boss...”
He answered quickly, speaking in hushed Danish for a short conversation before hanging up and kneeling on the bed, crawling up it until he was laying at your side;
“My Dove...” he trailed his fingertips over your skin; “I have to return to work...”
“Oh... ok”
“But I would very much like to take you to dinner tonight, if I may?”
You nodded in agreement, eager to see Ivar again. He leant down and kissed you, tenderly this time before he rolled over and started to dress;
“I’ll book us a table at the restaurant next door to the Spa, my brother is the chef there”
Now dressed he extended his hand to you, helping you to your feet before pulling your robe over your shoulders;
“I’ll pick you up at Eight... and my Dove...?”
“Yes Ivar?”
“No underwear”
To reiterate his point he snuck a hand inside your robe and gently yet firmly tugged on your nipple, biting his lip as he saw your smile as you squirmed. Giving your breast a good open palmed squeeze he was then gone, out of the door and running down the hallway towards the Spa.
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The rest of your afternoon was first spent very slowly taking a relaxing bath, taking care not to slip and hurt your ankle again. You’d taken a couple of painkillers and having spent a good portion of your time with it rested you were now starting to feel much better. It was only as you were towelling yourself dry did the thought cross your mind that you were due out on a date and hadn’t arranged anything with your friend. Checking your phone you were alarmed to see a missed call from her quite some time ago, dialling the number for your voicemail and listening;
‘Hey it’s me. This hike is amazing! The guide has said we’re likely to have a Northern Lights show tonight so we’re going to be late getting back, hope you don’t mind grabbing dinner on your own? Anyway, gotta go, they’re showing us how to track rodents underneath the snow”
Smiling as you hung up your mind turned to what to wear, having packed for a relaxed Spa trip and not a date. By the time Eight o’clock rolled around you were putting the finishing touches to your outfit, having finally settled on a long fine knit dress teamed with opaque tights and flat ballet pumps. Opening the door you sucked in a short gasp as Ivar stood in the hallway looking you up and down before quirking one eyebrow as his gaze settled on your covered legs. Grabbing him by the lapels of his thick grey coat you stepped behind your door so you could tug your short dress up a little, proving you were indeed without panties beneath.
He licked his lips as he stepped forwards, his eyes trained on your crotch, sliding one hand into the apex of your thighs to rub the thin fabric against your lips. You were immediately wet, your juices soaking through to his fingers as you leant forwards and wrapped your arms around his wide shoulders, kissing him deeply until you were both gasping for air;
“Its too cold to have bare legs”
Lifting his fingers to his mouth he darted his tongue out as he smirked;
“Okay, that is acceptable”
Grabbing your coat you were soon making your way slowly towards the restaurant, your arm hooked through Ivar’s as he helped you keep your weight off your ankle.
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Three hours later you were pressed up against the wall of the restaurant, the frigid arctic air reminding you that you should be wearing more, but the glögg the restaurant had served – a drink of wine, fruit juices and rich spices – was warming you from the inside out. Ivar had you pinned between his body and the weathered wood boards of the outside of the building, his lips attacking your neck as he sucked and kissed like a man ravenous with hunger. His fingers made their way to the hem of your dress, tugging it up as he moved to kiss your lips, his fingers rubbing at your soaked folds as he clawed at the thin fabric.
He’d driven you crazy during the meal; his hand had almost permanently been between your thighs, placing feather light touches to your thigh, dancing over your pussy before tracing his fingertips along the other thigh. Sometimes he would simply slowly drag his fingernails over your trapped cunt, making you squirm to his touch. A number of times you’d had to hiss out a quiet ‘Ivar!’ as he did it whilst the wait staff were clearing your plates, but in all honesty you couldn’t have cared less, in fact all you’d wanted him to do was to rip the crotch and slide his thick fingers inside you.
As you recalled that thought it was as if he read your mind, clutching at the fabric with both hands before loudly ripping the fabric in two until they were split front to back, just the thick band of elastic around your waist being the only thing that held them up.
“I can’t wait my Dove, I’m still hungry... I need something sweet for dessert” he muttered as he sank to his knees and hoisted one of your legs over his wide shoulders. You gasped as another icy blast of air touched your soaked folds, but the warmth from Ivar’s breath soon soothed the chill. He dived in like a man starved, one thumb rubbing firm circles against your clit as his tongue licked thick stripes through your folds before he started to fuck you with the strong muscle. His other hand cupped your buttock, his long fingers pressing into your soft flesh as his thumb pressed to your crease, your juices having made it slippery as he rested it against your asshole. You glanced down and saw the glint of mischief in his glacier blue eyes, feeling him pause until you nodded, relaxing your muscles as his thumb slipped in through the tight ring of muscle.
At that point he doubled his efforts with his other thumb, rubbing quick circles against the sensitive nub whilst his tongue and lips worked against your channel, his tongue stroking your inner walls to the point where your legs started to shake and you had to grasp as his long hair to steady yourself.
You came with a scream as the arctic winds blasted through the streets, the howling of the natural phenomena drowning out your voice as you shook from the force of your orgasm.
Whilst your body was still twitching Ivar gently set your foot back on the floor, holding you up with one arm as he tugged your dress down with the other to cover your modesty before pulling your coat closed;
“Come on; let’s get back somewhere warm... if we stay out here any longer your nipples will cut through your jersey”
You glanced down at your chest at the two very prominent peaks pushing against the fabric; taking Ivar’s hand you let him lead the way through the icy streets back to your hotel.
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Fifteen minutes later you were finally warming up in your hotel room, however it was more than likely it had something to do with Ivar’s large hands running over the expanse of your naked skin that was helping. You were standing in the middle of the room in relative darkness; you had been somewhat preoccupied as you’d both almost fallen in the door. With clothing shed haphazardly you’d only reached halfway to the bed before all you were wearing was the torn tights, Ivar having remained somewhat more clothed than yourself, yet his chest was naked, warm pressed to your back as his hands roamed your body.
He gently nudged you towards the large picture windows that covered an entire wall, the barren landscape no longer the most dramatic sight as the Aura Borealis lit up the night sky, dramatic swathes of green and blue winding across the petrol blue sky;
“Its beautiful...” you remarked having never seen anything like it before.
“Not as beautiful as you my Dove”
He muttered against your skin as his lips pressed kisses to your neck and shoulders. One hand was spread across your chest, moving from one breast to another where he would gently pinch your nipples until you were squirming at his touch. His other hand snaked between your bodies, releasing his fly and letting his jeans fall to the floor. You felt the hot press of his thick cock as it nestled between your buttocks, his arousal dizzying in its sheer size.
With his hand now free again he slid it down over your soft stomach and between your thighs, rubbing at your clit with his middle finger as his others spread your folds, neither of you caring that you were exposed to anyone that may be outside, instead the passion of the night clouding your senses.
As Ivar’s fingers delved deeper you found yourself having to lean forwards, pressing your hands against the cool glass to steady yourself from falling, but it was then that you felt an echo of the injury in your ankle and let out a pained whimper. Immediately Ivar stopped what he was doing;
“What is the matter my Dove?”
His astuteness to be able to tell that one simple noise was not one of pleasure was welcome;
“My ankle... I think I’ve been standing too long...”
Without another word you were suddenly being scooped up into his arms, but you didn’t get very far as his jeans were still pooled around his ankles. With some amusement he shuffled with tiny steps to the bed, his hard cock bouncing against your ass with each step until he reached the bed, attempting to set you down gently but the last few inches you were simply dropped, bouncing on the firm mattress with a giggle.
You lay back and watched as the natural wonders in the night sky illuminated the hard plains and curvatures of his body as he pulled away the last of his clothing, climbing onto the bed until he was kneeling above you;
“On your front...” he growled.
Turning so your face was pressed against the cool sheets you welcomed the smooth feel of the high quality bed linen, taking a second to wonder what Ivar was doing until you felt the bed shift and the click of a bottle cap. Moments later you felt the cool drip of a liquid against your back, his hands soon working the scented oil over your skin.
Working your muscles with his strong fingers he ran his hands over your back and shoulders, working his way down your spine until he reached your tights, the ruined nylon framing your core as he ran his hands over the exposed strip of flesh that peeked from between the two halves. The more he worked between your legs the wider you parted them until you felt his fingers exploring your body. As two slid into your slick channel a third single finger teased at your asshole, making you keen back to his touch at the dual penetrations and a guttural moan escape your throat.
“Mmmm you sound so good my Dove, so wanton” his lips brushed against your ear as he leant forwards; “So now the choice is yours, where do you want my dick first, huh? Here...” he curled his two fingers in your cunt; “... in your princess hole? Or here...” his finger in your ass pushed in another inch; “... in your slut hole?”
For a moment you couldn’t answer but as his finger in your ass pressed deeper you let out a needy whine;
“My pri... my pussy please Ivar...”
“Oh, that is a shame... I guess this will just have to wait for later...” he withdrew his finger from your ass, stroking tenderly over the sensitive ring of muscle.
Glancing over your shoulder it was your turn to smirk;
“I said to fuck my pussy, not to stop fingering my ass...”
Ivar paused and you could have sworn you saw his eyes literally flash with excitement, watching as he licked his lips whilst positioning his cock at your entrance. With a low groan he slid the first couple of inches into you, stretching you almost to the point of pain, stilling within you as you felt the burn of the taught muscles ebb away as your body grew accustomed to his size.
With the gentle rock back and forth that Ivar was slowly building up, soon you were lifting your hips to each of his thrusts, his fingers digging into your fleshy hips as he started to pound harder and harder, his thick cock filling you so beautifully that you knew you’d never been fucked that well before. Even with the copious amount of your slick juices that coated him you could still feel every ridge and vein as he pulled and pushed, every time he pulled completely out before the bulbous head pushed back in, the ring of muscle at your cunts entrance popping back to taught as he pushed past it.
When he pulled your hips up so you were kneeling on the bed you let out a little squeal of surprise, but it soon turned into moans of pleasure as he pushed first one then a second finger into your ass, his cock filling you so completely that your moans were loud enough to fill the room.
“Play with your clit...” Ivar’s voice was hoarse from lust, his fingers gently stretching your ass whilst his cock plunged deeper and deeper in your cunt; “Come on my cock, let me feel your body yield completely to me”
Snaking your hand beneath you, you rubbed furiously at your clit, the tight coil of your impending orgasm already curling in your stomach, but with just a few passes of your sensitive nub you were coming hard, squeezing Ivar’s shaft so tight he feared for a moment it may set him off, but as you screamed into the pillows your body finally relaxed as the rush of endorphins surged through your mind. He stilled his hips, enjoying the feeling of the aftershock tremors of your orgasm as your walls sporadically clenched at his turgid cock before he slowly pulled out.
With gentle touch he turned you until you were on your back, your limbs like jelly as he took hold of your calves and opened you up like a flower. Using his thick thighs to prop your legs high and wide apart, he reached over and grabbed the oil again, dousing his palms with the liquid before pouring a liberal amount over your ass. As he held his angry red cock his gaze met yours;
“I’m going to fuck your ass now... you need to say now if you don’t want that”
You nodded your understanding;
“Please Ivar... I want it...” he smoothed his oily palms over his cock before pressing it to the tight ring of muscle, but stopped as your hands rested on his stomach; “Just... go slow... I’ve not done this before”
He suddenly stopped, lifting his cock until it sat against your folds and he draped himself over you, leaving you confused;
“What... why have you stopped?”
A soft smile spread over his face;
“As much as I would like nothing more to fuck your ass my Dove, if you’ve not done it before then I’m too big to be your first... not without a lot more preparation than I can give in one night, or one weekend”
“Oh...”
“But, there is something else I would very much like to do”
You watched curiously as he suddenly got up, crawling to the side of the bed and stood, hold his hand out to you. He stopped you as you got to the side of the bed, his fingers delicately pulling the ruined nylon from your body before taking your hand again and leading you across the room. He pulled one of the modern leather armchairs to the window with one hand, sitting down before pulling you onto his lap. For a moment he just kissed you, his plump lips working against your own before he pulled away, gripping your legs and lifting you, turning so you were sat with your back to his chest. Gently lowering you as he gripped your thighs tightly, you felt the nudge of his cock at your cunt again and reached down to guide him into your still sensitive channel, groaning as he filled you so beautifully.
Manhandling you so your legs were stretched over his own, he pulled your arms up until you could wrap them behind his neck, your head falling back against his shoulder. His arms found their now familiar route around your body, holding you in place as he gently rocked up into you, fucking you slowly as his strong muscles did all the moving for the pair of you. As his hand made its way to your clit he turned to face you, capturing your lips for a sensual kiss. Under the light of the Aura Borealis he made love to you slowly, drawing out your pleasure three more times before he finally came deep within you walls, filling you with his seed.
-
The courtesy bus ride back to the airport was a little uncomfortable, but you ached in the most glorious way possible. Your friend had alluded to the fact she’d been returning from her hike when you’d been at the window of your room being fucked by Ivar, but she’d had her own fun out on the Fjords with the rest of the hike group.
As you boarded the plane you checked your phone one last time, smiling as you saw the little red circle in the top right of the app to notify you of another message from Ivar. Opening the message you saw a selfie he’d taken obviously in the Spa room, his scrubs pulled low around his hips and his top pulled up to show off his Adonis belt and his washboard stomach.
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A month later your phone chimed whilst you were in a rather dull meeting at work. Standing at the back of the room you slyly checked it, surprised to see it was a notification from a courier company informing you they’d made a delivery to your home address. That was strange as you hadn’t ordered anything recently...
When you arrived home at the end of the day you saw a small box waiting on the doormat outside your apartment, picking it up your heart skipped a beat as you saw the Danish postage stamps on it, and you excitedly pushed into your apartment and let the door slam shut behind you.
Eagerly ripping the parcel open you let out a little squeal as you saw the delicate tissue paper, and a note in smooth cursive handwriting;
My Dove,
I have been given the opportunity to attend a training course in your city and thought you may want to see this eager masseuse again? I have been cheeky and taken the liberty to buy you a gift... if you still want what we started you may find it useful...
Ivar
x
You unwrapped the tissue paper and grinned as you saw the beautiful metal princess plug in its hygienic packaging, lifting it from the parcel and looking it over with nervous excitement. Another piece of paper nestled in the bottom of the parcel caught your attention, and you saw that it was a photocopy of his flight booking and the details of the conference. Excited at this new development you left your work things where they were and made your way to your bedroom.
-
Ivar was nursing a beer at the bar of his brother’s restaurant when his phone chimed, but ignoring it.
“You gonna see what that is?” his brother asked as he wiped the bar
Ivar shrugged.
“You’ve been down in the dumps since she went home. Did you tell her that you were going to be flying out for the conference?”
“I sent her a gift and put a note in there with it”
“The parcel you sent through my business courier account?”
Ivar nodded, not paying attention to his brother until he slapped his phone into his hand;
“I had the notification that she received it today; check your fucking phone you fool”
Ivar’s fingers slipped over the touch screen as he tried to enter his unlock code, the condensation from his beer bottle meaning it took three attempts before he was successful. Checking his messages his face lit up when he saw a message from you, opening it and letting his smile spread across his face as you told him you were eager to see him again. He saw that you were active online right at that moment so quickly replied;
“You like the gift?”
For a moment he paused, holding his breath as he saw the little bubble appear to say you were composing a message. Tipping his beer to his lips just as the picture message loaded he almost choked on his drink: you were kneeling on the floor in what was obviously your bedroom, looking over your shoulder and grinning into a mirror. The fact that he was seeing your beautiful face again was enough for him, but as it registered in his mind that you were in fact both naked and had the jewelled plug in your ass had his cock going hard in his jeans immediately.
‘I love the gift by the way’
His fingers flew over the keyboard as he replied;
“It fits?”
‘It was a tight squeeze but I’ll be ready for you. See you in two weeks. Xxx’