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It started off innocently enough; I simply offered to give him a back rub. He was, after all, complaining of a back ache. He seemed to ignore my offer so the conversation turned back to the book we were reviewing for our presentation.
It was 10 at night and I was just getting out of the bath. I was spreading lotion over my shaved pussy when I was roused out of the fantasy evolving in my head by a loud knock. I quickly grabbed my robe and answered the door. There he was, standing there, a puppy dog look in his eye and that rat's grin on his lips.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I'm here for that back massage you offered earlier," he stated.
Before I could protest he had maneuvered his way into my room and was sitting on the bed. With that same grin on his face he asked if I dressed up just for him. The blush on my face made it obvious that he had embarrassed me. He stood up and came close enough to me that I could feel his breath on my neck. He whispered and told me that he had dressed up just for me.
"L--l--let me go change," I stuttered as I turned for the bathroom.
He grabbed the back of the tie on my robe and pulled me close up to him.
"Don't change on my account, I like you just like this. Well almost," he said with what I could only imagine was a wink and that same rats grin that made me wet every time.
He offered to turn the lights off so I would feel more comfortable and reminded me that this was, after all, my offer to him. I was glad he turned the lights off; it made it easier to hide my excitement. I wanted him. I had since the moment we met. I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the second.
I offered to work on his shoulders first. We sat in the middle of the bed, me behind him with my legs spread around him. He sat down and slid back toward me. My soft pussy brushed up against his rough jeans. I uncontrollably let out a soft moan.
"Everything okay?" he asked.
I didn't answer him.
I applied soft pressure to his neck and shoulder and began to work on his tense muscles. He let out a deep moan that made me smile knowing that my gift of a massage was proving itself once again. I started to apply more pressure pushing his muscles, stretching them, relaxing them. He moved his hands and positioned them on my calves to support himself against the pressure. I winced at his touch; it felt like fire, and caught my breath. It felt like a fuse was lit and was on a direct trail into my pussy. I caught my breath.
He laughed.
As I worked his shoulder muscles more I began trailing my hands down lower and lower on his back, between his shoulder blades, below his ribs and back up again. His shirt started to bunch up at his neck causing his lower back to be exposed to me. I reached up under his shirt and slid my hands across his warm skin. This time it was him that caught his breath and me that laughed.
"Are YOU okay?" I joked.
"Fine," he stammered.
"Do you want me to take my shirt off?" he asked.
"It would make this easier," I instructed as I took a bold move and pulled his shirt up over his head.
I knew what I was starting; I knew I was getting myself into trouble.
As I pulled his shirt off my robe fell open completely. Now, except for the dark, I was completely exposed to him. I could feel my nipples rubbing against his back and my pussy pressing against his buttocks.
I could do this. This was my game. I knew he was getting as turned on as I was. I knew that under his jeans was a throbbing prick that was just aching to be inside me. I had the control.
Or so I thought.
I started again on his shoulders and slid my hands down the front of his chest as part of my plan to seduce him. Just then he grabbed my hands, pulled my body against his back, then swiftly turned around. He pushed me back on the bed, still holding my hands and forcing them over my head. He was lying on top of me.
"You have been flirting with me this entire trip, flaunting your tits, and shaking your ass. Well now that ass is mine."
I was shaking uncontrollably. I couldn't move; he had me pinned and I could feel his cock through his jeans. I could feel my pussy begin to drip with excitement. I wanted him; this was now his game, his control. I loved it!
He slid off of me and took off his pants; I started to sit up as his cock bobbed in front of my face.
"Suck my cock," he demanded.
I gladly extended my tongue out to meet the head of his cock. I swirled my tongue around his head several times, then dipped down to close to his balls and licked one long lick back up. Just as I was coming back up to the head I opened my mouth and engulfed his entire shaft in my mouth and slid my lips down as far as I could go. He let out a grown as he put his hands on my head and tangled his fingers in my hair. The force on the back of my head was just enough to push his cock into the back of my throat enabling me to deep throat him. I kept my lips tight and created suction inside my mouth that was just enough to bring him to the edge. I flattened my tongue against the underside of his cock so I could feel and taste the cum that burst out of him.
Just as he was about to cum, he pulled his cock out of my mouth with a slight "pop."
