Long Hard Day 3

It had in fact been a long hard day. I had actually been forced into the office to put out some fires that should never have been allowed to start in the first place. I had people for this shit but sometimes people made mistakes and other people paid the price. That thought brought a wry grin to my face as some of the people that had paid the price in the past flitted through my mind.

I needed to relax and I knew just the thing to unwind my tense muscles and get me back into the sort of mindset that made everything around me work, and there was a lot around me that needed to work. "Alexa, text the intern, massage room, now." I had just entered the foyer on the garage side of my house, and the massage room was right next door off the hallway that ran past the gym and sauna and into the games room, so I knew I would beat her there unless she was working out. I kicked off my sandals and was pulling my shirt over my head as I heard a door close up the hall, by the time my head cleared my shirt I could see her entering the far end of the hall from the right. If I didn't know that led from the pool area, the tube top and string bikini bottoms would have given me some clue as to what she had been up to. Sun tanning at 5:00 in the afternoon was not exactly a hard day by most interns standards but she wasn't most interns. She really wasn't an intern at all but that's what we called the new girl and she was the new girl.

I took the opportunity to look her up and down as I walked the short distance down the hall towards her and the massage room. At about 5'3" she was almost a foot shorter than me, and I guessed about 120 lbs which put her about 100 lbs lighter as well. Her boobs looked exactly like you would expect on a 19 year old who spent 70% of her time working out, swimming, and training to be a professional masseuse, perfect. About the size of half a cantaloupe and gravity defying as she walked up the hall towards me. It must have been a new tube top because she had tan lines above and below suggesting her other one was a bit less revealing. Her legs were equally as attractive, muscular but still slender, and between the two she sported a solid 4 pack that still managed to look soft and delicate for all of its definition. The best part about her was her smile. She always had one. Maybe it was the frivolity of youth, maybe it was knowing she didn't have a care in the world for the next 5 years of her contract, regardless, it was her smile that started to relieve the tension in my shoulders and body which she would soon be relieving in a more physical sense.

I nodded, and couldn't help but return her smile, before turning into the massage room undoing my pants and shucking them off as I walked toward the professional massage table in the center of the room. I would normally have used the sauna and the shower before a massage but after the day I had that wasn't the order I wanted to take things in. I manage to get my pants off both of my feet without tripping myself and launched both them and my shirt towards the hamper against the wall. Technically it was for towels but its not like anyone was going to give me shit for putting clothes in it. I didn't bother with a towel either, although there were several piled up on the bench beside the hamper of various sizes. The table had a clean, freshly laundered sheet and pillow and that was going to be enough right now.

I made it to the table and sat my ass on it briefly before kicking my feet off the floor and laying flat on my back, head on the pillow, eyes closed, before she even made it to the door. It would probably be a shock for most massage therapists to enter a room to find a 6'3", 220 lb well muscled patient with semi-erect 8 inch cock laying nude before them, but she took it pretty well. Her response was simply, "Oh, is that how it is." as she entered the room.

I didn't bother to reply as her own assessment let me know she had things covered. I felt the table jar a bit before I felt her left knee touch my right shin and then her right knee brush passed my left. She sort of shifted her weight on her knees, jiggling my own legs, to make sure she was solidly on the table, my next sensation was the feel of her lower lip and tongue as she teased the head of my cock into her mouth. She didn't stop there and the nibbling, slithering sensation as she worked my cock deeper into her had a definite impact on my erection. I would like to say that it grew longer, but most likely just thicker.

I was definitely a "show'er not a grower" and my cock was imperceptibly larger than 8 inches when fully hard, not that anyone has been complaining. She stopped after about only three inches, mostly as she had run out of spit to aid in the slide. She continued to tongue and suck what she had, her saliva glands responding to the texture, taste, and probably even the scent from my cock and balls. Having anticipated this I had used some scented wipes I kept in the car for just such a purpose. Cherry flavoured I think. Her hands seemed to appear at my hips as she braced herself for a more active encounter.

The feeling of her warm hands pressing against my ass cheeks and even working their way underneath was stimulating in its own way. She completed a few more circuits with her tongue and I felt her pressing saliva from her cheeks and deeper in her mouth around the girth of my cock. She opened her mouth, letting the relatively cool air of the room tease against the wet skin of the first few inches and asked rather pointedly, "Do you have any specific instructions for me or do you want me to use my professional opinion on how to relax this particular muscle."

I could tell she was smiling from the sound of her voice and I wondered if she had been reading bad romance novels just to have some witty repertoire for the massage room. I didn't bother to open my eyes and simply nodded my head. She must have been watching my face because her lips immediately returned to my cock and this time with the available lubrication she slid about six inches into her mouth and pressed the tip against the back of her throat.

This drew a groan out of me at the same time it caused a gagging noise from her. I did actually hire her as a masseuse so the fact that she couldn't deepthroat all 8 inches did not lessen my opinion of her in any way. I felt her hand grip the surface of the table more firmly, pressing harder against my ass as she did a sort head and shoulders push up to pull herself off my cock and then immediately reversed her grip as she forced her head down to tap my cock against the back of her throat again. She gagged again, and every single time she dropped her face back onto my cock, taking as much of me as she could with every stroke. She certainly knew the right method to relax that particular muscle.

After several minutes I was beginning to think and feel that she was going for the quick and easy finish, when she paused at the top of her stroke and began to swirl and tease my cockhead with her lips and tongue. Her right hand dragged across my left thigh and she gave my balls soft tickle and light tug or two. Her other hand and legs then tensed and she sent that hand on to other business that didn't take long for me to understand. She pulled her mouth from my cock and being a little disappointed, I opened my eyes. Her tube top was coming over her head and her string bikini was already gone. Two gentle lunges of her thighs and she had slide her knees up from the area of my shins to more of a straddling position to each side of my waist.

Moving her left arm up to my chest she took some of her weight onto it as she reached between us to grab my spit slickened cock and direct it to the opening of her shaved pussy. She must have been a little turned on herself because there wouldn't have been enough spit on my cock for her to drive the whole thing into her tight cunt the way she did. What she lacked in deep throat ability she made up for in how incredibly tight she was. I knew her fists could have squeezed my cock so hard that it hurt, but her pussy was doing almost the same thing. It felt fucking amazing, and like her gagging blow job technique, her fucking was the same.

My cock was just big enough that it ran into the end of her cunt and hit her cervix. It only happened for the first dozen or so strokes when we fucked as her canal lengthened with arousal, but those first dozen strokes made me feel like a God. Similar to her gagging during oral, the little grunts and the shivering of her body as my cockhead battered her cervix let me know she did this for me. She did this because she wanted to give herself whole heartedly to me in this moment. Whatever had me stressed out all day was gone from my brain, the only thing I knew now was that this was the greatest feeling in my life. I fucking loved sex, lived for it, worked for it.

She was definitely an expert on muscles, because I was ready to explode after only a half dozens strokes, she continued for about 3 more before I felt her hands press off from my chest and her cunt and hips thrust back from my cock and thighs. She was like a gymnast hitting her landing as her mouth dropped onto my cock almost without missing a beat or more aptly a stroke. She went right to her gag limit and held it, her body clenching as her mouth and throat clenched around my cock. It was like a pump ejecting the cum from my nuts into the back of her throat.

Jets that felt like they were both burning and stretching the tubes in my cock erupted against her closed throat forcibly, causing her to gag harder. I could feel her stomach muscles against my thighs clenching as she held herself impaled on my cock. Her mouth and throat convulsing again and again as my semen pressed against her throat which was locking tight against my cock head, her clenching legs and stomach letting me know how hard she was working to please me. The sensation finally ebbed, my own legs and abdomen relaxing as seemingly all the stress I had every experienced in my life was literally sucked out of my body.

Only then did she relax her own neck and shoulders, allowing my cock to pull from against the back of her throat but still being mindful to hold the head in the warmth of her mouth and against the smoothness of her tongue. She coughed a little, gagging again. I could feel some of her spit and my cum slide down the side of my cock past the seal of her lips. She undulated her tongue and cheeks once or twice to gain control of the liquids in her mouth, and then she swallowed.

It took her two or three tries to imbibe all of our combined fluids, she then let her tongue snake around my cockhead and her lips to gather any that had escaped, following the trail down and around my cock, urging my thighs to part slightly so she could gather a trace she had followed there. I heard her swallowing and clearing her throat lightly and felt her moving back up my body. Her amazing breasts tracing up my chest, until she lightly laid herself upon my prone form. She gently kissed my lips, and whispered. "The other girls told me you left at 4 this morning to get into the city for 6. I am going to turn the lights down and cover you up. I will come back in 45 minutes so we can sauna and then I will give you full massage. Dinner is going to be ready at 7:30 so we have the time."

"I love you." It had just slipped out, and I didn't really pay any attention to it, but I felt her body tense against mine, and then she hugged me a little tighter before easing herself off and draping me with a full body towel and turning down the lights as she left the room.

I didn't fixate on it then, but somewhere in the back of my head I knew I was going to have to deal with that sooner rather than later.

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