The Massage

Your workmate Sandra is training to be a masseuse in her spare time. One day she asks if you'd be willing to let her practice on you. You pretend to be reluctant but you actually feel a surge of excitement in the pit of your stomach. You've always liked Sandra, but you've never gone further than a kiss on the cheek at the office Christmas party. Now she's going to rub her hands all over your body!

You feel a flutter of nerves as you press the doorbell. It's like a first date! Sandra answers the door and welcomes you in. She seems genuinely happy to see you and grateful that you could help out.

As usual, she's made an effort to look nice. Her blonde hair is nicely styled and she has just enough makeup to enhance her natural good looks. Today she is wearing a short yellow summer dress with a plunging neckline and no outward signs of a bra underneath. It really shows off her slim but curvy figure.

She leads you into the spare bedroom. Walking behind her, you notice that her legs look amazing in high heels and you catch the sweet scent of her perfume.

There is a massage table in the room and Sandra bends forward to adjust some towels over it. In doing so, she unwittingly gives you a nice view of her dangling breasts.

Sandra leaves you to strip down to your underpants and lay face-down on the table. Eventually she returns with a bottle of warm massage oil.

The massage begins and you both make small talk. It soon becomes apparent that Sandra's technique needs work. It feels more like groping and stroking than a proper massage, but she is unaware of this. As you lie there, being oiled and fondled by your sexy workmate, you start wondering what she looks like naked. Occasionally her hip or stomach presses against your hand. Before long, you have a raging erection. Luckily Sandra can't see it because you are face down.

"Okay, turn over now and I'll do your front" says Sandra.

Your cock is so hard you can't possibly turn over or you'd die of embarrassment and make it very awkward for Sandra.

"Actually Sandra, what you're doing feels really good. Can you keep doing that?" you say.

"Sure!" replies Sandra cheerfully, happy that she's obviously doing something right. She had been worried that her technique was crap.

Sandra rubs your back for a while and you start to think your erection might subside, but then she decides to really get stuck in to the back of your thighs. With each deep, hard stroke up and down your legs she's pushing your hips forward and back. Your cock is grinding against the massage table and eventually the tip pokes out of the waist of your underpants and starts rubbing against the rough towel. Soon most of your cock has worked its way out and is harder than it's ever been in your life. You realize that the friction against the towel will eventually bring you to orgasm.

Sandra keeps going, oblivious to your dilemma. Pre-cum seeps from your cock on to your stomach and into the towel. You don't think you can last much longer.

"How's that? Should I keep going?" asks Sandra.

You reluctantly turn over. If you had hoped that she wouldn't notice your erection, then you were deluding yourself. Your cock is eight inches long and barely contained in your underpants, the long thick shaft aiming directly at your navel.

Sandra stifles a gasp and looks away. You both struggle to think of how to deal with the sudden elephant in the room.

Her hands are on your thighs, motionless. She bites her lip and looks down.

"Ummmm..." she says.

If she keeps up what she's doing, you're going to make a mess on her massage table. Sensing that this would be a massive faux pas you decide to beat a hasty retreat.

"Actually Sandra, I really have to get going" you mumble, biting your fist in frustration.

"Oh, okay" replies Sandra. You can hear disappointment in her voice. "Wasn't I very good?"

"No, you were great. You're going to make a fantastic masseuse" you say, secretly thinking that she'd better find a place that specializes in happy endings, rather than genuine massage therapy.

Sandra leaves the room so you can towel off the oil and get dressed, then you leave. You've narrowly averted a disaster.

When you get home, your girlfriend asks how your massage was.

Your raging lust suppresses your reason. "Yeah, keep going Sandra. That feels great" you mumble.

Her hands keep working your thighs and your cock is sliding back and forth against the rough towel. It won't be long now. Doubts set in. How will you get away with blowing your load all over her towel? This could really end badly...

You look around the room and start to whistle nonchalantly in an attempt to divert attention from your massive hard-on. For some reason, this doesn't work.

"Does that always happen when you get a massage?" asks Sandra eventually, with a coy smile on her face.

"Um, no, not usually," you reply.

"Is it just me, then?" she asks, looking you straight in the eye. One of her hands slides further up your thigh.

You don't reply, but your dick twitches visibly and draws her attention. She stares at it, still biting her lip.

"It's big" she whispers, almost to herself. The hand on your thigh slides further up, the other she places on your hairy chest. You hold your breath, not wanting to break the spell.

Sandra traces a finger-tip over the front of your underpants, down to your balls, then gently up along the underside of your shaft. Your cock grows bigger and the head starts to poke out into the open. Sandra's finger runs up and down a few more times, then she grasps your cock through your underwear and squeezes it firmly.

You groan and buck your hips involuntarily. This startles her and she draws back, suddenly aware that she has crossed a line.

You pull your cock out of your underpants and wave it around. "Look what you've done to me, Sandra" you say with a grin.

Her eyes widen and keep darting between your face and your throbbing truncheon. "Oh my God, what are you doing?" she whispers.

"Watch this" you say, releasing it from your grip and making it twitch by itself. "Not bad, hey?"

Sandra is now transfixed by the sight of your cock. "It's certainly impressive, but I think you should put it away." She glances to the door as if contemplating a getaway, then back at your cock.

"You've got magic hands, Sandra," you reply. "This is all your fault! What are you going to do about it?"

There's a long pause. Sandra's cheeks blush red and she's clearly conflicted, but there's always been a mutual attraction between the both of you. You sense that you might have a chance with her if you play your cards right.

Sandra finally responds. "What do you suggest I do about it?"

You tell your girlfriend about how Sandra's technique made you so horny you almost jizzed all over the massage table.

"Oh really" she says. "Well, I think that means I must have been neglecting you lately."

She unbuttons then discards her blouse. You pull down the zipper at the back of her skirt and it drops to the floor.

She lies back on the bed. "You like Sandra, don't you?" she asks.

"You know I do," you admit. Your girlfriend knows you have lustful thoughts about all the hot girls at your workplace.

"Pretend I'm Sandra" she breathes. Instantly your cock is rock hard and you jump on top of her.

"Fuck me. Fuck Sandra. Fuck your filthy whore Sandra!" moans your girlfriend.

You pull her panties to the side and plunge your cock into her tight cunt. "Oh, Sandra!" you groan. "I've wanted to fuck you for ages!"

"Now's your chance stud!" she pants. "Fuck Sandra's slutty cunt! Nail that horny bitch!"

At times like this, you're reminded about how much you really love your girlfriend. You pound her pussy, visualizing Sandra with her summer dress pulled up, her bra-less boobs bouncing around with each thrust. "Take it Sandra, you gorgeous slut!" you groan, and start spurting your seed deep into her.

"I'm cumming" she cries. "Sandra's cumming!" She frantically rubs her clit and brings herself to orgasm just as you shoot the last of your load. You both collapse in a sweaty heap.

The next day when you get home from work, your girlfriend greets you at the door. She's been to the hairdresser. She's dyed her hair blonde and cut and styled it exactly like Sandra. She kisses you and whispers "Call me Sandra from now on."

From this point on, your relationship starts to get weird.

You don't dare tell your girlfriend about how Sandra almost made you cum.

"The massage was ok. She needs more practice" you grunt, then change the subject.

That night you lie awake unable to sleep. Visions of the sexy Sandra in her summer dress haunt you. You jerk your cock, fantasising about what might have happened if you'd turned over and let her see your erection. What was the worst thing that could have happened?

You beat off, imagining that it is Sandra's hand on your cock, then her warm, wet sucking mouth. You ejaculate into your hand, dreaming of shooting it all over her pretty face and delicious tits. "Oh Sandra..." you groan.

"What did you just say?" asks your girlfriend with a venomous tone. It turns out that you woke her several minutes ago by shaking the bed too much.

You're in trouble now.

You decide you'll deal with the consequences later, and abandon yourself to the moment. With Sandra's soft hands stroking and caressing the backs of your thighs, you moan loudly and start trying to fuck the massage table.

"Um... What are you doing?" asks Sandra warily, taking her hands off you and stepping back.

You have to think quickly. "Cramp! Arghhh!" you cry.

"Where?" asks Sandra, very concerned.

You spit out the words through feigned agony. "Both... butt... cheeks! Help!"

Sandra comes over and pulls your underwear into a wedgie, exposing your ass. Then she starts roughly kneading your butt cheeks, trying to find the knotted muscle. Unknown to Sandra, she's grinding your massive dick harder and harder against the rough towel.

"Ahhhhh! That's it!" you groan, and start cumming like a fire hose. You shoot your copious load all over the towel and up your stomach, while Sandra's knuckles vigorously pummel your buttocks. Finally you breathe a sigh of relief.

"Is that better?" asks Sandra.

"Oh yeah," you sigh, lying in a pool of your own sticky sperm. Sandra is oblivious.

Sandra says that she felt a lot of tension in your body, and you should probably come back in a few days for another try. Then she leaves the room so you can get dressed.

You clean yourself up and throw the cum-stained towel out the window so you can retrieve it when you leave. There are enough towels in the room that she probably won't notice it missing. The perfect crime!

"That's it, Sandra, you've really found the spot. Can you go harder?" you ask.

Sandra is happy to oblige. She puts one knee up on the table so she can get a better angle and starts getting really stuck in. You are just one stroke away from orgasm, when her other foot momentarily leaves the floor.

This is too much for the massage table, which collapses. You end up on your back on the floor, with Sandra on top of you. Your cock is nestled in her cleavage. Feeling something amiss, she looks down towards her chest. The eye of your dick winks at her and she gasps in shock.

It is at this point that you explode. A massive stream of cum hits Sandra in the face. She recoils as multiple spurts shoot in her mouth, up her nose, in her ear and gooey streams desecrate her perfectly neat blonde hair.

"Oh my fucking God!" she screams, choking and spitting out cum. She pushes away from you and falls backward onto her ass, her dress in disarray. You stare at her bulging cleavage and her cum-blasted face. A drop of semen falls from her chin and lands between her breasts.

Your erection remains, like an unwanted guest at a party. You both stare at it in shock.

You clear your throat in preparation for saying something to rectify the situation. Nothing particularly intelligent comes to mind. Then your cock twitches and expels a final dribble of cum, before flopping over to the side. For some reason you find this hilarious. You try to suppress your laughter, but can't help snorting.

Sandra cracks a smile, then laughs too. The sheer absurdity of the situation serves to dispel the horror. She throws your clothes at you and you begin dressing, while she wipes your semen off her face with a towel, shaking her head gently in disbelief.

"We are never, ever, going to mention this again," she says firmly.

"Absolutely not" you reply. "Same time next week?"

You lie back and wait, desperately hoping for the magic to return.

"I think that's enough for today," Sandra says, eyes downcast and clearly embarrassed by what she just did. "I'll leave now and let you get dressed."

"Sandra, I..." you begin, not sure whether to apologize or beg for more action. All you know is that your balls are ready to explode.

"It hurts..." you cry pathetically.

Sandra sighs. "Feel free to jerk off before you leave" she says, shaking her head.

Unable to resist, and to your eternal shame, you get your cock out of your pants and start stroking it. Sandra watches, trying to disguise her interest. "You men are disgusting," she whispers, but she can't look away.

"Show me your tits," you beg.

"No!" Sandra gasps, appalled at your effrontery.

"Pleeeaaaasssseeee!" you cry, squirming on the massage table, cock in hand.

Sandra shakes her head to herself, then rolls her eyes and sighs heavily. Your eyes boggle as she pulls her breasts out of the plunging neckline of her dress. They are a nice size, natural but firm and round, with suckable pink nipples poking proudly out. She squeezes and jiggles them accommodatingly while staring at your jerking cock. "Do you like what you see, you sick little perv?" she sneers.

You've fantasized about Sandra's breasts for years and seeing them in the flesh sends you over the brink. You groan and shoot your load all over your chest and stomach, shuddering violently.

Sandra puts her breasts away and throws you a towel. "Happy now?" she smirks, then leaves you to get dressed.

Neither of you say a word as she shows you to the door. You head home, wondering how you can ever look her in the eye at work again.

"Don't stop," you groan, taking Sandra's hand and placing it back on your on the massive bulge in your underpants.

She looks conflicted. "We work together. We shouldn't be doing this," she mutters, but she doesn't take her hand away again.

You place your hand over hers, guiding her in a stroking motion. Your underpants roll down, leaving half your dick exposed. Sandra's palm brushes your knob and gets smeared with a glistening trail of pre-cum. She slides her hand inside your underwear and caresses your hairy balls.

"Let's get these off," she says, and pulls your underpants down your legs, discarding them on the floor. Then she squeezes some oil on her palm, grabs your cock again and starts jerking it in earnest.

"Do they teach you about happy endings at your massage lessons?" you ask her, pulling off your underpants and kicking them aside.

Sandra smiles nervously. "No, but I think I know what you mean."

You can tell she's excited and nervous as she squirts some oil on her hand and wraps it around your cock. "Oh my," she whispers as it pulses in her grasp.

She starts stroking your shaft, slowly at first, then pumping it harder and harder.

You don't have to reply - the lustful leer on your face says it all.

"Uh oh..." says Sandra nervously, starting to back away.

You lunge at Sandra and she squeals and tries to escape. You grab at her dress and it tears off, leaving her wearing nothing but white lace panties and high heels.

She manages to get almost to the door before you're on top of her. She's face down on the floor with your cock digging into her bottom through her panties. You yank them down, exposing a glorious pair of ass cheeks that buck and wriggle against your probing dick. You then flip her over on to her back, force her legs apart and plunge your enormous cock into her pussy while she beats you with her fists.

"Get off me!" she cries, so you cover her mouth with one hand and grope her tits with the other while you pound your dick into her. With each powerful thrust, she lets out a muffled "Mmmfffff". You can't quite make out what she's saying. It could be "I feel like an ice-cream" or possibly "you're fucking dead you rapist bastard."

You start to think that this was not a very smart course of action. It could be life-changingly bad, in fact. Your only plan now is to fuck her until she starts to enjoy it, then maybe she'll be grateful afterwards.

Thirty seconds later you pump her struggling body full of cum and she still doesn't look appreciative. So much for the plan. Maybe some flowers would do the trick?

You grab Sandra by the back of the head and pull her face into your crotch. "Hey, hang on a minute!" she shouts as your cock slides across her cheek and into her ear. Then you grab a bunch of her golden hair in one hand and your cock with the other, pressing her red lips against your knob.

She struggles and squirms but can't break free, so she eventually gives up and lets you slide your dick deep into her warm, wet mouth.

You sit up on the table and face-fuck Sandra with two hands on her head. Her once-perfect hair is all messed up and feels so soft. Your rhythm increases in tempo and she grabs your hips with hands, trying to slow your thrusting to a more manageable pace. Strange wet sloppy sounds emanate from her mouth and throat as her head bobs up and down on your shaft.

Sandra's oily hand feels so good around your shaft as she alternates between slow, gentle stroking and vigorous pumping. If you're not careful, this will all be over way too soon.

"It's getting pretty hot in here" you say.

"Yeah baby" replies Sandra, jerking away happily.

"No, I mean, aren't you hot? You know... in that dress?"

Sandra gets the hint and smiles shyly. "You want to see me naked?"

"I think about it all the time," you reply truthfully.

She releases your cock so she can undo her buttons and the bow at her waist. Then she shimmies her sexy body out of the dress and stands there in skimpy white panties and high heels.

She looks at you nervously, smiling and biting her lip.

"God Sandra, you're so hot!" you say, and you mean it. Years of fantasizing about this moment could possibly have ruined it, as no woman could live up to the fantasy in your head. But at this point, you are just so damn excited to see your workmate naked, that her flaws don't matter.

Sandra grabs your cock again and resumes jerking. You stare at her full round tits and notice her nipples stiffening in the cool air.

"Now you've got something nice to look at" smiles Sandra, then leans forward and rubs your cock against each of her erect nipples in turn, making them shiny with pre-cum.

"Is this good?" she asks, squeezing her tits around your shaft.

As Sandra continues to stroke your cock, you reach over and place your hand on the back of her thigh, then slide it up under her dress. She tenses up and stops wanking you, but doesn't move away.

You give her a gentle squeeze at the top of her thigh right below her ass and then slide your hand between her legs, the length of your forefinger pressing against her panty-covered slit. She sighs and relaxes, parting her legs and moving her hips toward you for better access.

You slide your hand back and forth, rubbing her warm, slightly sweaty crotch through her panties, pressing the silky material between her pussy lips. Then, with one fingertip just inside the edge of her panties, you trace your way up over the curve of her buttock. You grab her soft round butt cheek and give it a squeeze.

Sandra sighs and leans forward further, cradling your cock against her chest. She reaches round and pulls her dress up obligingly, revealing her sexy bottom to you in all its glory.

You run your hand from cheek to cheek, fondling her ass over her silky white panties. Sandra starts shifting her weight from one leg to the other, making her delectable derriere squirm as you grope it.

"Mmmm... that's nice," sighs Sandra. "I love having my butt stroked."

You slide your hand into the waist of her panties and start feeling around inside, caressing her bare buttocks for a while before delving down between her legs. This action pulls her panties down to her upper thighs, exposing her naked ass. In her bent-over position her pussy is also visible, nestled in a neat patch of soft, golden pubic hair.

You slowly work two fingers into her tight, slippery cunt and start finger-fucking her. Her knees draw together briefly as she's penetrated, causing her panties to drop to the floor. She moans softly and starts jerking your cock again.

You tense up and force your cock as deep into Sandra's throat for three final deep thrusts. "Gak... gak... gak..." says Sandra cryptically.

Finally, with a massive groan you blow your load inside her. Her eyes widen as her mouth fills with cum. She pushes against you in an attempt to get free, but you keep your cock in her mouth until you've finished squirting, enjoying the feeling of her gagging and swallowing your seed.

When you release her she staggers away, spitting out what little semen she hadn't swallowed. "You filthy bastard" she mutters, wiping her mouth.

An apology seems appropriate. "Sorry," you say.

"What?" she splutters.

"Sorry. Are we good now?" you ask hopefully.

Sandra ungraciously rejects your apology and kicks you out. Apparently she was disappointed by the experience and doesn't want another.

Never mind. There are a lot more sexy girls where you work.

You release Sandra's head, and she pulls back with a gasp, a string of saliva joining her lips to your knob. Then, to your surprise, she starts licking your shaft, working her way up from the balls to the head.

"You're lucky I love doing this, you bastard" she says, then engulfs your cock with her mouth and starts trying to suck out your kidneys through your penis. She can't fit it all in her mouth so she jerks the lower half with her hand at the same time.

Soon you reach the point of no return and groan "I'm cumming..."

Sandra jacks you off into her mouth while her tongue flicks around the tip of your cock, and you erupt with the biggest orgasm you've had in your life. Your first blasts of sperm shoot up her nose, but she catches the rest in her mouth. What she doesn't swallow drips down onto your balls, joining them to her chin with a gooey rope of spit and semen. Then she finishes up by smearing your cum all over her face using your knob as a paintbrush.

You lie there completely spent while Sandra licks you clean. Then, before you can resist, she gives you a deep, cum-flavoured French kiss.

"I'm your little cum-slut, baby" she purrs. "We're going to do this again... often!"

So starts a long and passionate affair. And a slightly disturbing addiction to the taste of your own sperm.

"That's fantastic Sandra," you reply, "But you know what would be great? A body-slide!"

"What's that?" asks the clueless blonde, continuing to rub your cock against her nipples.

"It's a common technique, I'm surprised you haven't covered it in your lessons. It involves you taking those panties off, squirting oil all over your naked body, then sliding your tits and ass all over me."

Sandra frowns. "Maybe we learn that next week..."

She pauses to think, while gazing at your cock and absent-mindedly stroking herself through her panties. "I'll try, but I don't know if I'll be any good," she finally says.

While you ponder exactly how she could make the experience any less than ball-shatteringly awesome, Sandra throws some towels over the bed. "I don't think the table will take the weight" she explains.

You move over to the bed and lie down. Sandra slides her hands down her hips, fingers slipping inside her lacy panties. She wriggles as she pulls them down, then kicks them aside. You note with pleasure that her soft blonde bush is very closely trimmed and she's shaved around her pussy. Your dreams of seeing her totally naked have now come true!

Sandra grabs the bottle of massage oil and squirts it all over her beautiful tits. Streams of oil run down her trim stomach, over her pubic mound and down her thighs. Then she runs her hands all over the front of her body, spreading the oil all over.

"Don't forget your ass" you say. She turns around and makes a show of slowly rubbing the oil over her firm buttocks, wiggling them at you as she kneads and strokes them.

Sufficiently lubricated, Sandra climbs on top of you then flattens her body against you with a squelch. She touches the tip of her nose against yours. Her breath smells minty and you go in for a kiss, but she smiles and slithers down and away.

Up and down she slides, rubbing her firm tits against your chest, stomach and thighs. Your rock-hard dick is sandwiched between your oily bodies.

You wrap your arms around her and hold her tight, grabbing her slippery backside at your first opportunity. She giggles and slithers free, then sits astride you. Your cock is flattened against your stomach, pressed down by her pussy. She rocks her hips, sliding her cunt forward and back along your shaft.

"Oh Sandra, what you're doing is amazing!" you cry, thrusting your hips so your cock slides up between her breasts and bumps her on the chin.

"So that's what you want, huh?" giggles Sandra. She presses her tits around your shaft and slides them up and down as you thrust.

You grab the bottle of massage oil and squirt it into her cleavage while continuing to fuck her delicious tit flesh.

"Cum for me baby" coos Sandra encouragingly. "I wanna see you explode!"

You groan and start blasting sperm all over Sandra's neck and between her soft breasts. You manage half a dozen spurts, coating her chest with thick white semen.

Sandra straightens up and wipes your cock clean on her stomach. A mixture of massage oil and man-juice is trickling down towards her panties. A ray of afternoon sunlight strikes her, making her sexy body shine and glisten.

The vision is so transcendent you wonder why Botticelli never painted a scene like that.

Gazing at the lewd display of Sandra's rounded butt and pretty pussy, you feel a strong desire to have them on your face. You pull her closer to the table. "Get up here," you whisper.

"I'm not sure..." begins Sandra.

"Get up here, I wanna eat your pussy," you insist.

Sandra cautiously climbs up onto the massage table into a sixty-nine position. You grab her narrow hips and draw her succulent ass towards your face...

With a loud crash, your end of the cheap massage table suddenly collapses due to the excessive weight. Your head hits the ground hard and Sandra's buttocks simultaneously slam into your face, giving you exactly what you wanted, and yet, not.

Your nose is up her pussy, your mouth is full of pubic hair and you think you might have broken your neck. Also, Sandra might have head-butted your testicles on the way down. The situation is a bit of a mixed bag, really.

Sandra gently climbs off you and you both assess your injuries. You are relieved to discover you can still wiggle your toes.

"I think this is a sign we shouldn't be doing this," says Sandra ruefully.

"I think it's a sign you should maybe get a better massage table" you reply.

You lie on the massage table with Sandra bending over you, dress around her waist, jerking your cock against her dangling breasts. Your two fingers pump into her from behind while your thumb rubs her clit, slick with her juices.

The room is full of the wet sounds of your fingers thrusting into Sandra's pussy and your cock sliding in Sandra's oily grasp, accompanied by her soft moans and your laboured breathing. As her moaning gets louder she starts squirming her butt around, grinding back on your hand.

"Oh God, that's the spot!" pants Sandra. With your thumb on her clit and your fingers in her tunnel you hit her pleasure centre from both sides.

Sandra's legs quiver as she cums and her pussy muscles twitch around your fingers. She's looking straight back at you as her orgasm hits, her beautiful face contorted in ecstasy. "Ohhhhhhh my fucking God!" she gasps, clutching your cock against her breasts.

This sets you off. You pump what feels like gallons of sperm over Sandra's throat and chest. It dribbles down between her boobs and inside her dress.

Sandra stretches over you and gives you a deep French kiss while your cock oozes sperm against her firm tummy. When she steps back you see her dress is soaked with cum. Then she picks her panties up off the floor and uses them to wipe your cock and balls dry.

"Lucky it's laundry day" she jokes.

If Sandra likes her butt stroked, she'll probably love being spanked! You ease yourself up into a sitting position on the table and pull her across it. Lying bent over the table she can no longer reach your cock, but her sexy ass is easily in reach for a good bun-warming.

"What are you doing?" she asks. You sense a level of trepidation in her voice.

"Giving you what you deserve, bitch!" you reply, then give her four hard smacks with your open hand, alternating between each bare butt cheek. Her soft round buns jiggle under your ministrations.

"Yeooooww!" cries Sandra and begins to squirm frantically, but your other hand is pressing down on the small of her back and she can't get up. Another six smacks follow and her bottom starts to glow a warm pink.

"Owww! I'm... not... into... this!" spits Sandra through gritted teeth as you punish her rear.

That's a shame, you think. But then you have another idea.

You stop spanking Sandra and gently stroke her ass to calm her down.

"That's better," she sighs, starting to get up. "I don't really like..."

You cut her sentence short by pushing her back down and slamming your cock right up her tight blonde pussy.

"Oooof!" gasps Sandra, all the air knocked out of her. You can see the reflection of her face in the mirror as you fuck her. She looks so beautiful with her eyes and mouth wide open in pleasant surprise, getting pushed forward and back with her tits pressed against the table. Her quivering cunt is warm and wet around your rock-hard shaft.

"Oh God, I've wanted this so bad!" she groans when she catches her breath. "Fuck me! Keep fucking me!"

You hadn't planned on stopping. You reach forward and stick your fingers in her mouth. She sucks on them greedily until you withdraw them with a pop. Then you reach around between her legs and start rubbing her clitoris, using her own spit as lubricant. You pick up the pace, giving Sandra the doggy-fucking she deserves while she moans and pants uncontrollably.

"The Star Wars prequels rock!" she exclaims, clearly driven insane by pleasure.

Sandra's pussy starts clenching as her orgasm hits, and this sets you off too. "In or out?" you gasp quickly, ever the gentleman.

"Out!" replies Sandra.

Too late! The first spurt of cum goes deep in her cunt before you can withdraw. The rest splatters over her bottom and pussy lips while you jack your dick furiously. You then wipe your cock clean between her ass cheeks.

"Fuck Sandra, that was incredible!" you say, pulling her panties back up her legs and over her gooey buttocks. She stands up on wobbly legs, her summer dress falling back down to conceal her sperm-filled underwear.

"Next time I'm calling the shots," she says, giving you a passionate kiss. "Now get dressed. Your dick is dripping on my carpet."

You gaze at Sandra's naked body as she grinds her clit against your cock. It's a glorious image and you make a concerted effort to burn it into your memory.

The outer lips of her vagina enfold the sides of your shaft and slither up and down it. It's getting very wet down there and it isn't only the massage oil. She's obviously getting very aroused. Her eyelids flutter and she bites her lower lip.

Sandra reaches down and begins fingering herself while you squeeze her dangling tits and tweak her hard nipples. She groans and spasms twice as her orgasm hits her, then she falls forward onto you.

You wrap your arms around her and this time she lets you kiss her, a deep passionate entwining of tongues. You thrust your hips, rubbing your cock against her oily belly and pubes while you grope her ass. This quickly brings you to the edge.

You blow your load between your writhing bodies, turning the pair of you into a sperm sandwich. Sandra slithers and slides around on top of you and then wriggles downward, sliding her tits through the mixture of semen and oil.

"How was that for a body-slide?" she asks cheekily.

You have to admit that, for a first time, it was pretty damn good.

"Turn around," you croak.

Sandra obligingly changes position into a reverse cowgirl, twisting herself around without lifting herself off your throbbing member. Your dick is now nestled between her firm, round buttocks.

She resumes her rocking motion and you grab her hips as she slides her slippery ass up and down your cock. You can't see directly, but she's definitely fingering herself at the same time.

"Ohhh..." she moans softly, increasing the speed of her rocking. She's really getting into it now. The sight of Sandra's gorgeous ass bumping and grinding against you causes you to become dizzy with lust.

Straddling you and grinding her oily pussy against your dick, Sandra is practically fucking you.

"Put it in," you whisper hoarsely.

She shakes her head. "No way. We work together. We have to keep this professional!"

Professional? Your balls are so blue they emit ultra-violet light, and she wants to keep it professional? You groan in frustration.

You reach forward and start gently rubbing her clitoris with your thumb. She sighs "oh yeah..." as you work your magic. Soon she's actively grinding against your thumb as well as your cock shaft.

"Fuck me you prick-teasing bitch!" you ask politely.

"Not today baby" she replies.

You grab the bottle of massage oil and spread Sandra's buttocks, squirting the warm lubricant up and down her ass crack. Then you press your knob against her little pink asshole.

"You wouldn't dare!" gasps Sandra.

Apparently you would. It takes a bit of pressure but once her sphincter relaxes you are soon balls deep in her ass and pumping furiously.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" shouts Sandra, which surprises you because you didn't think she was particularly religious.

The room echoes with the sound of your hips slapping against her soft butt cheeks and her loud moaning. You reach forward and stick a finger in her mouth, fish-hooking her. She bites your fingers, but not too hard.

You grab a handful of Sandra's golden hair, yank her head back and unload your balls deep in her ass. When you finally pull out you notice that she's frantically fingering herself. She cums soon after, so you must have been doing something right.

You can't resist giving her another couple of spanks though. Jerk.

You desperately want to fuck Sandra. Your cock is rubbing up and down her pussy as she humps you in a reverse cowgirl position. If she made just the slightest mistake then you would be inside her.

She's busy fingering her clit and can't see what you're doing. You decide to go for it. When she's bent forward the furthest and your knob is closest to her entrance, you give your cock a little push with your thumb.

Bingo! Your cock head slides along her gaping slit then disappears between her inner lips and pops into her cunt. "Oh my!" she exclaims, trying to climb off it. She thinks it was her fault. "I didn't mean for that to happen!" she wails.

"No problem!" you groan, grabbing her waist and pulling her pussy down your shaft until you are buried to the hilt.

"Fuck that's big!" she gasps, sitting on your hips and getting used to the feeling of your massive dick inside her. Then she starts bouncing up and down, her oily ass making wet slapping sounds against you.

Her cunt is warm and soft and wet. You feel it spasm. "Oh God, I just came!" moans Sandra.

"Keep going!" you cry. Sandra resumes humping you and fingering her clit while you squeeze and spank her bottom. Her cunt spasms again.

"Oh God, I came again!" she cries, and falls backwards against your body, just as you explode with your own orgasm. Your cock pops free of her twitching pussy and you spurt into the air. Sperm rains down over Sandra's stomach and tits.

Lying on her back on top of you, Sandra turns her head to give you a deep kiss while she squeezes the last drops out of your cock with her thighs. Your hands roam over her sexy body, groping her firm tits and smearing oil and semen all around.

"Your girlfriend is a lucky girl," sighs Sandra finally.

You're feeling pretty lucky yourself.

Your cock is sandwiched between Sandra's round buttocks, which are fast becoming a jiggling blur as she wiggles her hips into a frenzy.

"I'm cumming!" you groan. Your cock shoots your load on your stomach while her ass cheeks milk your shaft.

"Me too!" gasps Sandra, furiously frigging herself. She slides backward off your dick, so that she is sitting in the warm and sticky pool of sperm on your stomach. Your cock pops up between her thighs and she uses it to rub her clit while she orgasms.

Finally she collapses forward on knees and elbows, cradling your cock against her chest. You have a fantastic view of her beautiful butt poking up high and proud, coated in a shiny film of massage oil and semen. Her pretty pink pussy is also on lewd display.

You can't resist grabbing her hips and pulling her back onto your face. You stick your tongue up her pussy, then suck and lick her clit. With all the oil and sperm mingling with her own juices, the taste is interesting.

Sandra grinds her gooey ass into your face while you eat her out and she soon orgasms again, convulsing as you suck hard on her clit.

Your altruistic efforts pay off. "Nice boy. Next time I'll let you fuck me," whispers Sandra contentedly.

You can't stand the tease any longer. You wrap your arms around Sandra and try to get on top of her. This is harder than you anticipate as the oil has made her more slippery than a bar of soap.

You both spend an enjoyable minute wrestling on the bed, slipping and sliding around. She's pushing at you and trying to get away, but it's obviously play-fighting. Finally you get her where you want her. She's pinned beneath you with her legs spread and you're holding both wrists above her head.

Sandra stares into your eyes, panting with exertion. "Go on then, if you want it so much. Go on and fuck me!"

You adjust your hold of her wrists so you can free up one of your hands, which you use to position your cock, ready to plunge into her dripping pussy.

You dig your feet into the bed and forcefully thrust your hips, intending to ram her as deep as possible. Your cock gets in half-way, but you are alarmed to discover that the lack of friction has given your body a lot of forward momentum. You slide up her slippery torso, yanking your cock out of her cunt and almost snapping it in the process, finally coming to rest with your stomach on her face and your dick between her glistening breasts.

This isn't such a bad position to be in. You straddle her chest and start fucking her tits. She helps by cupping them in her hands and squeezing them around your cock.

Sensing that her pussy is maybe a little too close to your cock for comfort, Sandra slithers back and starts humping your leg. Rubbing her crotch up and down your hairy thigh, she wanks you with one hand and fingers her clitoris with the other.

Gradually her skin becomes more and more flushed and her breathing rate increases. She won't admit it to you but she desperately wants something shoved up her. Sandra slides her pussy down to your foot and starts fucking your big toe. This is nice and everything, but you can think of something more appropriate to fuck her with.

It looks like Sandra finally agrees. "Oh fuck it," she gasps, then hauls her ass up your leg, grabs your dick and sinks her cunt down on it with a relieved groan.

Sandra's tits bounce up and down as she humps your dick. She's sweating now and her blonde hair is starting to stick to her forehead.

You grab her round, oily, sweaty ass and frantically thrust your hips as you get close to orgasm. You are not quite in sync with her bouncing so you pop out. There's an agonizing moment as Sandra rummages for your cock, then she stuffs it back in and starts grinding her clit against your pubic bone.

Sandra gasps and her eyes widen as her orgasm hits. You feel contractions ripple through her cunt and this sets you off. You thrust upward and blow your load deep inside her.

Hot, sweaty, oily and exhausted, she collapses into your arms. Her orgasm was so strong that she's shaking and there are tears in her eyes. You hold her tight, kissing her neck and stroking her hair.

It feels so right with Sandra in your arms. You start planning how you are going to bang her at work every opportunity you get.

You shower together (which is another story in itself) then leave, very happy and relaxed.

Later, Sandra has an epiphany. She's good at these special massages, so she starts giving them to everyone you work with. You can feel very proud that you helped her launch her new career.

Your cock slides back and forth between Sandra's oily breasts. You pump faster and faster, occasionally overshooting due to the lubrication and poking her in the chin.

Sandra gazes into your eyes and licks her lips. She looks so damn sexy that you can't hold back any longer.

You shudder and groan as you shoot your load all over Sandra's face. Streams of semen drape themselves over her cheeks, lips and neck. Sticky white droplets splatter her hair, shoot up her nose and dribble between her lips. You keep pumping and cumming, squeezing your final drops out between her tits. Then you take your gooey dick and shove it into her mouth for her to suck clean.

Sandra chokes and pushes you off her. "This isn't a porn movie! I'm a person, not a cum-dumpster!"

You choose not to point out that this is, in fact, a work of interactive fiction and she's lucky she's not getting gang-banged by goblins or eaten by a grue.

You don't want to blow your load on Sandra's tits (nice as they are) when her pussy is waiting. You position yourself for another entry attempt.

This time you go slower. As Sandra's pussy stretches wide to accommodate your fat cock she lets out a long "Aaahhhhhh!"

Finally you are buried balls-deep in Sandra and your fantasies have come true. She wraps her arms around you, pulling you tight against her sexy body. You feel her hard nipples pressing into your chest. "Fuck me!" she whispers into your ear.

You thought you were already doing that. Now she's probably going to claim it was her idea. Typical woman.

Sandra grabs your ass and you start pumping away. Your bodies are so slippery with oil that it's an effort to stay on top of her and not shoot off somewhere. Her nails rake your back and she playfully bites your neck. The feel of her hot breath makes you shudder with pleasure.

She wraps her legs around you and starts jerking her hips in time with your thrusting. She's panting heavily, and gasping "That's it... oh God that's it!"

You agree. Your balls boil over and you erupt deep into Sandra, redecorating her womb in a nice shade of white. She orgasms simultaneously, bucking and heaving under you. In your throes of passion you roll over so that she's on top briefly, before she accidentally slithers off your oily torso and falls off the bed with a squeal and a wet thud.

You peek over the side of the bed. Sandra is lying on her back with her legs spread, oily, sweaty and leaking sperm on the carpet.

"Are you okay?" you ask.

"Awesome," she groans.

Later, after you've showered and dressed, she calls out to you as you are leaving. "I don't suppose you could help me up, though..."