I had her up on the massage table, stretching out some soreness in her hips and teasing her more than a little. Oh, all of the massage strokes were serious and legitimate, but I also lingered a little too long on her inner thighs, and reached higher than would have been appropriate with most people. I also pushed her harder than I would most people, riding that razor edge of “hurts so good”. I enjoy pushing her limits too much, even in this way. There’s something seductive about making her submit to my will, forcing her to surrender her body to my hands.

Towards the end of the massage, I had her lying on her side, one leg hanging off the table, stretching her hip and low back. Her rear was right at the edge of the table and I had my hips pressed against her ass, keeping her from rolling off the table. As she leaned into the stretch, my palms pressed into the thigh on the table, stretching her adductors and teasing dangerously high towards her groin. She moaned, whether from the stretch or from my hands, and her ass pressed tighter against my groin.

I decided it was time to up the stakes a bit. “You can slide more towards the center of the table now,” I instructed her. Roll over onto your hands and knees, keeping your knees well parted.” She moved to obey, and I continued. “Now push back so your arms are stretched out in front of you and your rear comes down between your heels.” She stretched back into the yoga position called “child’s pose”, and I eased my hands under the sheet to guide her. One hand pressed down on the small of her back and sacrum, encouraging her to lean into the stretch. The other hand slid under her protruding rear, between her parted legs, and stroked along her tight inner thighs. I really was stretching her muscles, but my forearm and the edge of my hand glided along the edge of her crotch as I stroked along her thigh, and I could already feel her wet arousal drooling from her pussy. “That’s it, leeeean into it,” I encouraged her, as I continued stroking her thigh. She moaned, half out of frustration, and tried to push back further, trying to plant her split wet pussy against my arm, my hand, against anything that would give her release.

I walked to the other side of the table and worked on her other thigh, continuing to tease her, listening to her breath grow ragged when my hand strayed too close to her pussy. I could feel the heat radiating from her groin, and I knew she was ripe for the picking. As I drew my palm down her thigh one more time, I murmured “I think I know where you’re holding some of that tension. and eased my thumb right into her tight little pussy. She gasped and pressed back even further. “Ooohhh, fuck, yes!” she snarled, and I stroked in and out of her with my thumb, rubbing her raw. She cried and her hips twisted as I reamed her from behind. Her face was turned to the side, pressed into the massage table, her eyes screwed tightly closed and her lips parted slightly. While continuing to finger fuck her from behind, I pushed my shorts down with one hand and guided my cock to her waiting lips. Her eyes opened slightly, and then she opened wide and pulled my cock into her mouth. She had no leverage to move, but I gently fucked her willing mouth while my thumb alternated rubbing her clit and her g-spot. Her thighs were wet and the room echoed with her cries as orgasm after orgasm was wrenched from her cunt.

I pulled my cock from her lips and ordered her, “Roll onto your back.” She complied and I started fingering her with my longer middle finger, sliding along her slick folds and rolling across her raw clit, then plunging inside her again and finger fucking her until she came, whereupon I would repeat the pattern. With her hands free now, she used one to pinch her own nipple and the other grabbed my cock and pulled it to her mouth again. She sucked with enthusiasm, only losing her pace and clamping down on me when I was able to force another orgasm upon her. Her knees were splayed open and I pulled my fingers from her clasping cunt to spank her clit and lips a couple of times before rubbing her clit furiously, watching her abdomen spasm as she came yet again.

I pulled free and moved to the foot of the table. “Slide down here,” I said, and she did, until I could grab her thighs and pull her further, hanging her ass just off the side of the table. Supporting her thighs with my arms, I leaned forward and speared her with my cock. Her cunt was so wet I slid deep with no assistance, and started pistoning in and out of her. She tossed her head from side to side crying out while I fucked her swollen cunt. The table was high enough that I was standing up on my toes, my hips shoving back and forth, trying to get as deep into her as I could without just climbing on the table with her. M’s hands pressed and mauled her breasts roughly, twisting her own nipples while I fucked her over the edge into another screaming orgasm. Hearing her let go, watching her writhe with my cock embedded within her, drove me nearly made. I rocked back and forth as fast as I could, and pulled her ass off the table a little more until my balls constricted and I pressed deep within her filling her with a hot plash of semen. She cried out as I came and her pussy twitched and clutched at my cock as it pulsed in time with my heartbeat. I pulled back and her legs hung limp off the side of the table. That seemed to relax her; maybe she needs a massage like this more often.