After what Robert put me through last night there was no way in hell that I was ever going to go back to my massage therapist office again. I hardly slept, reliving the way he used my body. Worse, I can't get the thought of just how many times I orgasmed for him out of my mind. Oh, I know it was just the physical response from what he forced me to do, but I can't deny just how much my body did enjoy it. It has been far too long since my husband has even had the desire to touch me, so Robert's actions brought out a desire within me and satisfied it more than any man has ever done. And that is what makes me feel guilty the most. So I decided to ignore his arrogant instruction for me to return tonight.
Then I received a text from an unknown number at lunchtime today. When I opened it I was shocked to see a picture of me, topless, in nothing but my panties, laying on the massage table. That mother fucker must have taken it when I dozed off, before he started fondling me. I wonder if he has any others.
I decided that I was going in, just to tell him off and demand that he delete any pictures of me.
So I walk into the place, and find no one there as usual. Robert comes out of his office, wearing snug gym shorts and a white T-shirt. He closes the door behind him and says, "Welcome back, Mercedes. I've been looking forward to seeing you again." He rubs his crotch, and I see a bulge already forming. Seeing how he is eyeing my breast, I instinctively cross my arms.
"Look, Robert. Last night was a mistake. You took advantage of me and that was wrong. And you took pictures of me too. That's illegal. I demand that you delete any pictures that you have. And don't think that I came here to let you fuck me again."
Robert smiles. "The fact that you came here proves you want more."
"Bullshit!" I reply, "I'm only here because I don't want you to have any pictures of me to show off to anyone. I can't let my husband find out about last night or else he will definitely leave me."
Robert walks over to me, "Relax, he doesn't have to know anything about us. Hell, he's not even in the country. Besides, he cheated on you, so you're just getting back. And you really needed it."
Before I realize what is happening, Robert grabs me beneath my armpits and picks me up. "Let's get started with tonight's session." He says as he carries me into the therapy room.
I kick and try to break free while demanding him to put me down. Robert shoves me onto the table and begins wrestling my clothing off of me. I try to fight him off, but he is too powerful for me. He pulls my shirt and jeans off first, then tugs my sports bra up over my head before jerking my panties off. I am still fighting, but when his fingers caress my pussy I feel a tingling response. No, this can't be happening.
Robert leans closer and begins kissing me, while his right hand grabs my left tit and begins fondling it. His tongue slips between my lips as he kisses me with passion. How I miss being kissed like that by my husband. Then his head slips down and he starts licking my left nipple for a few moments before pushing me back and using his hands to spread my legs. His face buries into my crotch and I feel his tongue on my pussy.
"No, stop. We can't do this." I say, knowing full well that he is not about to stop. I am both scared and angry, but god does it feel good.
I give in, knowing that I'm powerless to stop him. What infuriates me most is that part of me welcomes it. I close my eyes, deciding to wait until he inevitably gets me off before doing or saying anything else. Maybe I can cum in silence and not give him the satisfaction of knowing that he brought me to orgasm again.
It doesn't take long. I feel my orgasm nearing and begin to breathe more heavily. Then he stops.
Shit, I was about to cum and he just stopped licking me. I open my eyes and he is smiling at me. "Not yet, Mercedes. You're going to have to earn it tonight."
What the hell does that mean? I wonder. Robert slides up and begins going back and forth, licking my sensitive nipples as he holds me down on the table. Then, finally, he goes back to my pussy. I buck my hips to meet his face as he begins licking my clit. Oh god I need to cum.
He licks me until I am about to get off and then stops everything again. You bastard, I think silently.
He does this twice more, and I can't think of the irony of how I am being forced to have sex, but denied the orgasm that I shouldn't want, but so desperately need.
This time I grab his head in my hands as he licks me, determined not to let go until I climax, but just like before, he pulls away.
"Damnit, Robert, don't stop."
Robert stands up and drops his shorts. I see that he is not wearing any underwear and his huge cock is rock hard.
"If you want to cum then you have to ride me." He says.
"No, please don't make me fuck you again." I say.
"I can keep doing this to you all night until you fuck me." He says.
Damn this is so cruel. I don't want to fuck him, but the memory of how his big cock felt inside me just makes me hornier. "Fine." I say.
Robert climbs onto the massage table and pulls me atop him. Though I am reluctant to do it, I take his cock with my right hand and guide it into my wet pussy. He fills me deeply even before he is all the way in. I begin riding his pole as he plays with my tits.
"Oh, you are so tight, Mercedes." He says.
I bounce up and down on him, feeling each stroke bringing me closer to release.
"Oh...my...god..." I moan as my orgasm begins.
