This continues from Part 1, but can be read standalone too.

As mentioned in the previous part, I’m reorganising and reposting this series (and adding new parts to it) because the automod took down several parts for not following the sub’s new rules about title formatting. Any feedback is very welcome! :)

Panting hard on the massage table, with one hand still rubbing her wet pussy, Ash reaches up with her other hand, and pulls at my waistband. “Fuck it… Let’s… test that endurance of yours… Mister Cardio…”

~~

Her oiled-up body is squirming in pleasure as I rub her hard nipples and run my hand lower down her toned tummy. Her hips are thrusting involuntarily as she pleasures herself with slick, wet sounds from beneath her white bikini bottoms.

With her free hand she tugs at my sweatpants, pulling down until my erection is free. Her movements slow down as she looks up with wonder in her blue eyes at my rock-hard cock standing over her face. I notice idly that my aching balls are nearly touching her forehead.

I look down at her and manage a grin. “What happened to things not going ‘boom, cock’s out, and pound town’?”

Her eyes focus beyond my cock as she gazes at me, then just gives me another cheeky wink in response. She slips her hand out of her bikini bottoms, and runs a finger, wet with her juices, slowly up the bottom of my cock.

She watches with a satisfied smile as my cock throbs and hardens more, and I give a low moan at the contact while squeezing her soft breast.

“I… like this. But I’m not ready to… pound,” she says softly, and with some nervousness in her voice. “I only just met you, and it’s, you know…”

“Not that kind of story?” I smile at how sweet she is.

“… yeah. Not that kind of story.” Her soft, wet fingers wrap slowly around my rock-hard erection. They look so delicate sliding on it.

“I just… want to see you get some pleasure too, after you gave me that happy ending,” she says as she strokes slowly and gently from the hilt to the head, lubricating me in her own juices and my precum.

I’m panting a little from the pleasure too, the ache in my balls longing for release as I watch her work below me. I run my oiled fingers along one of her erect, pink nipples and squeeze a bit, eliciting a small moan.

“Well, that was more like a… happy middle-of-the-story than a happy ending,” I say with a grin.

She gives my cock another long stroke, and a bead of precum slowly stretches and dribbles onto her cheek.

She looks up at me again, licks her lips, and says softly, “I think this story is starting to have a little too much dialogue, Mister Cardio.”

~~

With better access to Ash’s whole body from the side of the massage table, one of my hands roams all over her shapely chest, while the other slides lower down her tight midriff, and slips slowly into her bikini panties.

Meanwhile, she strokes me more urgently, watching carefully for each twitch and jerk, timing her movements to my moans. Her other hand alternates between rubbing my balls gently, and slipping into my shirt to run her fingers over my abs.

“Fuck… I need you to…” she tears her hand from my balls, and works at the knot at the side of her bikini. “Urgh… fucking knot… there…” With one side of her bikini bottoms undone, she spreads her legs for my hand.

My fingers move down, and I feel her slick arousal. I run my fingers along her drenched pussy lips, then slip just a little inside, feeling her warm juices.

And then I moan loudly, because I feel the wet lips of her mouth on my head. She runs her hand into the back of my sweatpants, feeling up my ass, and trying to press my cock into her mouth.

I oblige, and look down to see an inch of my cock slide into her warm mouth, then another, and another. Her tongue swirls my head while she continues to pump the base.

“Ash… fuck… that feels…” I hold her ash-blonde hair with one hand as she sucks my cock, while I start rubbing around her clit with the other. I start to feel the familiar buildup in my crotch.

She looks up with a naughty grin, and slowly releases my cock. A gooey line of saliva runs from my top to her lips and she is panting hard and writhing from my fingering. “Hold out… a little more for me, Mister Cardio.”

She then holds just the base of my cock, extends her tongue, and slowly licks me from balls to tip.

My cock throbs in pleasure. “Fuck… Ash… if you want me to hold out… you might want to ease up on the popsicle-licking,” I say with a laugh. “Thankfully, I have an idea that might help.”

~~

I move around the table, pump some warm oil into my palms, and face her drenched, waiting pussy. I then run my oiled hands up the inside of her thighs, encouraged by her soft moans of pleasure.

She gasps and shudders hard when I bend down and run my tongue over her glistening pussy lips, arching her back while holding down my head, practically pleading with me to continue with more urgency. I am more than happy to oblige.

I run my oiled fingers slowly up her inner thighs, then carefully spread her lips, revealing her juicy, glistening center. She runs her hands through my hair, breathing hard. I can make out her whisper, “please…”.

“Oh…! Oh… fffu….” she yelps in surprise, then in pleasure, her voice trailing into a strained whimper, as I insert a finger slowly into her moist sex, and plant gentle kisses around her engorged clit.

And then I wet my lips, and close them around her bud. She moans so loudly that I am certain that anyone in the corridor would hear her if she got any louder. I grin to myself, and take that as a challenge.

I gently start to suck on her moist clit, while my tongue taps, then prods, then slides slowly over it. At the same time, I’m starting to fuck her with one finger, then two. And my free hand is all over her oiled body, caressing her pink nipples, stroking her slim waist, grabbing her firm ass.

When I glance up I see that Ash’s eyes are closed, and her mouth is open in a moan of pleasure. She is holding my head down with one hand while her hips thrust at me, and urgently playing with her hard nipples with her other hand.

“F… fuck. I’m… gonna cum… if you keep going…” She opens her eyes, and her eyes linger on me. “Sorry, but could you… could you… take off your shirt? … please?”

As I stand, I take her hand from my head and gently place it on her dripping pussy. While I slowly undo my shirt and lower my pants, I watch as she pleasures herself idly while gazing at my muscular torso, and then my fully erect cock.

“Come here…” she says in a whisper, while undoing the rest of her bikini bottom.

~~

The base of my cock slides over Ash’s slick pussy lips, while her delicate hands are stroking from the top. I’ve pulled her down the massage table so that I’m standing naked over her while fucking her lips. I stroke her smooth, toned legs that are raised on either side of me.

Ash swallows, and says between heavy breaths, “Oh…! I can feel your balls… swinging on my pussy...”

I smile in return. “Let’s help you feel… something else…”

I bend over Ash, and she bites her lip as she gazes at my hard body over her. Then I angle myself more so that my hard shaft, moist with her juices, starts rubbing her clit. She gasps, and all but grips my cock while I thrust.

She starts urgently using my cock to masturbate her clit, while pumping my head and shaft, and reaching down to play with my balls with her other hand. I moan loudly at the sensation of her soft hand, and slick pussy on my cock.

“Ash… I’m gonna…”

“Fuck… me too…”

I look down at her—her slim, athletic body writhing in pleasure, her oiled tits and pink nipples swaying from her movements, her mouth open, panting hard as she pleasures herself with my hard cock. And my cock twitches on her pussy lips and in her hand.

“Nnnnggggh….” gritting her teeth from the pleasure, Ash arches her back as a huge wave of pleasure crests, and at the same time I buck hard and moan loudly as my first shot of cum lands on her neck.

While shuddering from her orgasm, she looks into my eyes and grips my arms for support, as wave after wave overtake her. Meanwhile, I gasp repeatedly as my hips buck and continue to slide on Ash’s moist lips, sending streaks of warm cum all over her soft breasts and tummy.

With a low moan, I bend over Ash and hold the side of the massage table for support while panting, and we gaze at each other as our twitches slowly ebb.

~~

Ash’s cheeks are flushed, and she is still panting a little, while I wipe down her cute breasts and her slim tummy with a warm cloth.

She looks away, smiling shyly. “Thank you… and… sorry.”

I grab a second cloth, checking that it’s wet enough. Cum can be a little tricky to clean up. “Thank you too,” I reply with a genuine smile, “and sorry for…?”

“For not, you know…”

“Oh, hey,” I run an idle finger from her pink nipple slowly down to her ribs, feeling her shiver at the touch. “I had an amazing hour—certainly the best hour I’ve had in a long time,” I say with a laugh.

She turns to me with a wide-eyed smile. “Glad to hear that. I might be more ready… next time…”

One more slow wipe of her waist, and I pick her bathrobe up from the floor and hold it up for her with a grin. “Ma’am, we’ve come to the end of the massage. I hope you had a relaxing time, and simply call the concierge if you would like to schedule another session.”

Ash laughs, then winks. “You bet I’m going to schedule another one.”

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