You did it! 26.2 miles! You're elated but exhausted at the same time. There's a tent set up at the finish and the sign says - Massage - a good rub-down is just what you need after your race - inside there is a massage table next to a partition.
You hear a voice from the other side of the partition. "Congratulations on finishing the marathon. Why don't you lie down and I'll be with you as soon as I finish up with this runner. There's Gatorade over there."
You get your Gatorade and lie face down on the table. You start to nod off.
Strong hands begin to lightly touch your calves and you jump with a start. "Relax, I'm not going to bite. How was the marathon?"
"It was great, thanks. I'm so glad I finished."
"With legs like this was there any doubt you'd finish?"
You blush at the compliment. "Thanks. It was my first marathon and I was a little nervous."
"Your first marathon? Then I'll have to give you my special massage."
"Your special massage? What's that?"
"You'll see. Let me take off your sneakers and socks."
Your sneakers and sweaty socks are removed and your feet are gently washed with a cool sponge. Your feet are tender and the cool sponge is just what you need. The cool sponge works its way up your muscular calves and hamstrings. A towel is draped over you covering you from your shoulders to your ass.
"Relax, I'm going to take off your shorts now."
"Is that necessary?"
"It is if you want the special massage."
"Hmm. Okay." You lift your ass off the table and his hands slowly pull your shorts down.
"Great. Now your underwear."
You don't question him this time and lift your ass off the table so he can remove your panties.
"Your underwear is soaked."
"What? Of course they're soaked. I just ran 26 miles. You know, I don't want a massage after all." You begin to get off the table when strong hands push you down.
"Hey, relax. I was just kidding. I know they were soaked from the marathon. Stay on the table."
"No. Let me up. I'm tired and just want to go home and take a bath." You try to sit up but his hands remain on you. "Let me up!"
"I don't think so. I said I was going to give you a special massage and that's what you're getting." His hands push you down and he quickly picks up the towel that was covering your bare ass and rips it in two. Before you know what's happening he grabs your arms and ties them to the legs of the table.
"What're you doing?!"
Before you can scream for help a giant piece of orange is jammed in your mouth.
"Ehrmmm!"
"Shut up slut. No one can hear you."
You realize it's true. With all the noise of people cheering for the marathon and the orange in your mouth no one could hear you.
You feel the cool sponge on your exposed ass. The cool water drips down your crack and just tickles the bottom of your pussy causing you gasp.
"That feels good, doesn't it?" The cool sponge continues rubbing your ass and more and more water is trickling down your crack and hitting your pussy. You shake your head in reply to his question.
"Bullshit. Your pussy is wet right now and not from the sponge. I know a slut when I see one."
He was right. Even though you were bound to the table your pussy was starting to heat up.
One hand is placed on your ass and the other on the back of your right thigh. The hand on the high is slowly working its way up your leg. You try and get up and kick with your feet when the hand on your ass lifts up and comes down with a loud SMACK!
