Oil massage with amateur Persian porn actress

So this event took place back in the winter months of 2017 on the cliffs of Del Mar in Southern California... believe it or not, my cousins house is on the bluffs over looking Bill Gates San Diego vacation house... just an interesting non-sexy fact... sorry I know Bill Gates face may in fact cause erectile dysfunction...

I would sometimes stop at my cousins house to smoke weed after my Tuesday night AA meeting in Solana Beach(that was filled with rich horny MILFS).

My cousin - lets call him “Z”. Z was late 20’s at the time, rasta pot head type that lived in his wealthy fathers guesthouse. Z is 6’2” slightly heavier side with piercing blue eyes... insecure personality type that he hides beneath his outer laid back hippy persona. Myself - 26 at the time, fresh out of rehab and discovering its much easier to get laid without drugs than it is with.

The drive from the MILF filled Solana Beach AA meeting to the bluffs in Del Mar is probably an 8-10 minute drive... I’m expecting to take one hit and shoot the shit with my cousin... talk about childhood trauma and talk shit about our dysfunctional family.

I pull into the dark driveway and make note of an unfamiliar car in my cousins rear driveway(yes they have two driveways... fucking rich people)... I text Z and let him know Im waiting outside... he texts me back and tells me the back gates unlocked and to come into the guesthouse in the backyard...

I walk past the gate and greet the two black labs... one of which is retarded...

Z opens the door and welcomes me in... immediately I notice a stunning and unusual looking girl sitting cross legged on Z’s bed... were they fucking I wonder to myself? Z did not mention anyone else would be over... weird... but whatever... I don’t mind beautiful company...

I say hello and introduce myself... and Z introduces “F” as just a friend...

Just to give you an idea - F is probably mid 20’s... olive tan skin with stunning green eyes that grabs your attention and curly long brown hair. I later find out she’s half Persian, half white; one of the most unique and exotic looking girls I’ve ever met. F is wearing a mid riff showing a cute belly button ring and yoga pants. F has a playful and bubbly personality. I also eventually find out through conversation that F has done some amateur porn. She has that thousand cock stare that lets you know she is craving a good fuck... maybe Z wasn’t fucking her after all...

There is a noticeable awkwardness in the room as Z senses the unspoken connection between F and myself... we definitely held eye contact longer than socially acceptable... He did just say they were only friends...

Z sits down at a table with a prepacked bong and begins to rip away to ease the tension. F and I join him and take turns... after some huffing, puffing and laughter... we head outside for cigarettes...

Z tries to rag on my nicotine habit and be the alpha by putting me down... he lets me know that tobacco is “gross” and he prefers cloves because they’re somehow healthy... fucking hippy

Z offers F a “clove” cigarette but she refuses as she chuckles and asks me for an American Spirit... we are standing in a circle outside freezing our asses off...

Now here’s where my memory is not exact but I remember through some flirtatious conversation F learns that I am a massage therapist(F becomes immediately intrigued with me) and that I have a Tinder... her stares and gazing are gradually becoming longer and more intense as the weed kicks in and we both loosen up... Z begins to fade into the background as his shit test was immature and he becomes more introverted with weed... F asks to see my Tinder page so she can give me some feedback on my profile... I hand her my phone as she swipes through my pictures and matches... she tells me I need better pictures and starts snapping pictures of me on the spot as we both giggle... I knew then - she wanted to fuck

Eventually its too cold and we head inside the cottage... F heads to the bathroom... I ask my cousin - you guys are just friends right, you haven’t fucked? Z responds that they “do other things” but no PIV sex... F skips out of the bathroom and turns to me and bluntly asks me for a massage as she lightly bounces up and down like a child asking for candy... how could I refuse this Persian beauty... outright asking me to put my hands on her...

I look over at Z for a split second and kind of give him a “whatever” shoulder shrug... at this point Im kinda wondering was this whole night a setup and planned or what? I really have no idea, even to this day if it was planned or if the night unfolded spontaneously...

F takes off her loose hanging tie die T shirt, revealing a sports bra and she jumps onto Z’s bed face down... I stand at the foot of the bed and begin kneading her shoulders, rhomboids and traps... instead of observing like a helpless hippy cuck... Z climbs onto the other end and begins rubbing her feet... its mostly quiet with some nonsensical banter as we are still pretty high(weed and massage go GREAT together btw)... I start getting deeper into F’s neck and massaging her scalp also... she’s loving it - purring and lightly moaning... I look up at Z and flash him a smile.. still unsure if this was planned or what...

After a couple minutes of gradually getting deeper and releasing F’s neck and traps... she must have been feeling more relaxed... She pushed herself up into a Cobra(yoga posse) and removes her sports bra without a word... and quickly put her face back down into the bed without making eye contact... ok, its on for sure at this point...

I can feel my dick begin to lift my loose fitting boxers up off my leg... I begin to get into the zone and almost forget that Z is 6 feet away from me... I begin giving F longer, deeper and slower strokes... gradually easing her into a more sensual energy... She begins gently writhing and grinding into the satin bed sheets...

Again without hesitation or a word... F flips over face up... exposing her average size but very perky tits... one is pierced... F looks at me and smiles... I begin to massage her pects and arms... gently and subtly grazing my fingers against her now stiff nipples... Z isn’t even in the room as far as Im concerned... I just lean over and begin kissing her neck, chest and nipples... intentionally avoiding her mouth as I had a visible herpes blister...

So Im kissing F’s neck and rubbing on her tits... while my hippy cousin is just sitting at the other end of the bed massage her feet and legs like nothings happened... F is writhing in visible pain as her hips lift up off the bed... arching her back begging for release from her internal build up of pain...

Everyone seems to be on board with everything... so I slid my hand down her stomach, down her yoga pants... to find an oasis in the desert... her pussy is soaked... she honestly did not have a super tight or toned pussy... but it did not take away from the surrealism of the whole event that was unfolding before my eyes... I begin finger blasting F hard right away... normally I would start slow and gentle on a girl with a smaller pussy... but F’s was so roomy it made sense to just get down to business...

Z is till contently massaging her legs and thighs as he watches me pounding away into F with my hand, her Yoga pants preventing me from pulling all the way out of her....

F’s eyes have been closed this whole time but they shoot open and we make eye contact... her exotic green eyes hypnotize me... she reaches one of her hands down my shorts and takes my stiff cock in her palm... its an awkward angle but she begins pumping away dry without lube... its slightly uncomfortable but I’m still amazed that I was basically cucking my cousin...

She jerks me off for 2 or 3 minutes... Im not coming anytime soon without some oil on her hand at the very least... F breaks the silence... “you guys want to have some fun?” F asks... as if I weren’t already having fun...

Z’s demeanor changed IMMEDIATLY... in that split second Z transformed from passive bystander into assertive and confident alpha... “I’m not clashing swords with my cousin!” Z states without hesitation...

F and I look at one another confused... we were both ready to go... I almost ask Z if I can just fuck her and he can watch or leave the cottage for a few minutes... but Z is visibly angry and pacing around the small cottage... Its over... F is disappointed as her head drops down and her eyes turn to the floor...

We all cool off rather quickly as the energy shifted immediately without much warning... something within Z snapped and he was not ok.... I still don’t really know what exactly happened...

We all go out for another cigarette and its quiet and kinda sad... after a few minutes I excuse myself and leave without getting F’s number...

Z texts me later that night and says - nobody can find out about this... he also tells me that F has done porn and had anal sex with bisexual guys... which was his excuse for never actually having sex with her...

Z and I were never really the same after that... and we kinda fell out of touch... but Z is married now with a daughter... I hope he is well...

Thanks for reading!