A relaxing massage

“Oh right there…” you mumble, your body completely limp beneath Elaine’s touch. With a giggle, she asks, “You like that, do you?”

You lay flat on your stomach atop the massage table, completely bare save a towel placed over your ass, which is a courtesy you’d have thought Elaine was completely incapable of offering. But apparently she feels bad about making everything so sexual all the time, since she’s giving you a nice massage rather than molesting you like usual. You’re not really sure why you’re getting a reward after she caught you, but you’re not about to complain.

Elaine’s hands work away at your upper back, diligently turning all the stress and tension into fluffy feelings of relief. You sigh strongly as your lovely masseuse works her way down your back, any knots or pent up aches evaporating into thin air along with all of your worries. Just as she reaches your lower back, she instead moves to your arms, perfectly relaxing each muscle from your shoulder to your fingertips. Being lavished with attention like this… is this what it feels like to be royalty? Well, good. It’s only what you deserve after being perved on by Elaine all the time, after all. Like this, you can just let go and have Elaine take the reins for a bit…

After massaging up and down your arms, Elaine moves again to your lower back, where she very thoroughly works over every muscle. You don’t mean to be rude while she’s performing this service for you, but… is that really your lower back anymore? Or is it your upper butt? The towel has been shifted out of place slightly, and as you feel a slight chill of air moving across your buttocks, you’re fairly sure Elaine is making circles on the top of your asscheeks with her palm. It’s probably just a simple mistake, so you reach back and move the towel back into place. So tiring. You don’t want to move anymore. Elaine kindly takes the hint and moves back to massaging you properly. …For about 30 seconds.

Your girlfriend returns to massaging your ass with vigor, the towel nearly completely dislodged. Does she have no idea what she’s doing…? Geez, what a disruptive massage. You battle your body’s urge to stay still reach again for the towel, but Elaine quickly tucks it beneath her hands, making it impossible for you to move it. “This is an important part of the massage,” she lectures. “Just let me continue relaxing you.”

“You’re just gonna be lewd again…” you object lazily from your tired state.

“It’s not lewd. I’m relieving the tension from your butt. Your muscles will obviously get tired from holding up such a substantial ass to a gravity-defying extent. Breathe in, breathe out.” It makes sense… kinda… You follow her instructions, but on breathing out, Elaine massages downward on your ass and moves the towel out of place entirely.

“Hey…” you mewl weakly, receiving no reply. Even as alarm bells start going off in your brain, you’re too relaxed to do anything about them. Massages are nice, and it’ll be fine once she moves on to something other than your butt. And she’ll put the towel back in place so you feel less ****, right?

The treacherous masseuse betrays your expectations again when you suddenly feel fingers slip inside your tunnel. An appropriate reaction would probably be to say something, try to squirm away, or just clench your pussy against her fingers to stop them. But you’re too far gone in massageland to offer any such resistance. You’re just a puddle at this point.

Elaine isn’t one to leave a task incomplete, though, so her free hand takes to massaging up and down your legs. The feeling is exquisite as she melts all of the ample soreness in your thighs. And it’s complemented by Elaine playing with your pussy like some kind of toy. Every few seconds, she thrusts her fingers in all the way to the knuckles, then withdraws them just as quickly, leaving you completely empty. And each time, your cunt dribbles out a splash of love juices, as if asking her fingers to come back.

You won’t deny that it feels good, but… No, wait. You WILL deny that it feels good. Because this is supposed to be a chaste massage. That’s what the towel was for, right? You decide to try, once again, to correct Elaine’s corrupt behavior by reaching back and grabbing her wrist. Unfortunately, your arm falls back down with a thud the second she starts massaging your foot. Elaine giggles at your foiled attempt to stop her as she presses into the bottom of your foot with just enough pressure to send you to heaven. “O-o-o-ohhhh…” you sigh, contributing to the suggestive sounds of your wet pussy filling the room. Your girlfriend’s foot massage is already the best thing ever, and every time her fingertips kiss your womb, your mind goes blank. An oppressive haze soon sets in on your mind, making it impossible to focus on anything but the sensations Elaine is giving you.

Too soon the foot massage is over, and Elaine moves to your other leg. This means she has to switch hands, and you can feel your pussy juices being spread all over you thigh by the hand that was just plunging into your tunnel.

“Leeewwwwwd…” you moan softly.

Elaine replies, “I was simply massaging your inner tunnel. A girl of pure nature would have been able to stay perfectly dry. It’s your fault that my hand wound up sopping wet.” Her hands suddenly stop, and she leans forward to whisper in your ear, “Is it because you like this? Being massaged while getting fucked?” You shake your head as best you can, getting a bit dizzy from the motion, only to have Elaine correct your answer. “I know you do. In fact, I would say you even LOVE this, don’t you?” The only answer that presents itself is a fierce blush spreading to the tips of your ears, plain for the talkative masseuse to see, even standing behind you. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Her hands start up in the same pattern before, a strong massage down your leg with one hand, while the other thrusts itself cleanly in and out of your nethers every few seconds. You, however, adopt a slightly different pattern, now lightly whimpering as your pussy quakes in need between every touch. The teasing of just getting one pump at a time is too much. You’d fuck back against her if only your muscles worked, but every inch of your body is too lax to move at all…

Once again, the devilish masseuse arrives at your foot. Your weak point. But also the spot with the most soreness, and most in need of a massage. You could swear you hear an ominous chuckle, and with no further warning, she rubs deep enough into your sole to get a satisfying pop, at the same time slamming her fingers as far into your tunnel as they’ll go.

Your eyes roll back in your head and you start shuddering from head to toe. A long moan of deep satisfaction and relief rolls out of your mouth, but it’s cut short as Elaine reveals her master plan. Having sufficiently tricked you into believing she’d let you ride out your climax peacefully, she then begins ravaging your cunt with her fingers and massaging your foot rapidly. You suddenly shift to cries of surprised pleasure as your pussy makes even more of a mess out of Elaine’s massage table than it already was. Your mind is torn between indulging in the much-too-intense fingering and foot massage combo, and squirming away from the overstimulation. Your worthless muscles ultimately make the call though, leaving you no real choice but to lay there and be overwhelmed by your girlfriend’s touch.

After an indeterminate amount of time passes, you finally recover from your “massage” which seemed to focus an awful lot on that one foot. Oh, and your pussy, which Elaine kept telling you “still had a bit of tension left to work out.” With the obsessive woman’s hands off of you at long last, you take a deep breath and exhale slowly.

“Okay, other side,” says Elaine abruptly.

“Huh?” you ask. “That was the massage, right?”

Elaine flips you over onto your back as she answers, “Of course not. We’re only halfway done.” Having apparently abandoned all pretenses of this being a proper massage, Elaine sticks the hand that just massaged your tunnel into your mouth, while the other plays with a nipple. Your retaliation is non-existent as your muscles refuse your every command in favor of doing nothing. Ohhhhh noooo….{if Times Caught < 3}

“There, don’t you feel invigorated?” Elaine sings. “Sleep…” you groan.

Elaine laughs, then scoops you up off the massage table and stands you upright. “Clothes,” you mumble. Elaine dresses you back in your clothes as you only half pay attention. She then sends you off with a pat on the ass that had more than a little groping to it, and it’s only after she’s begun counting that you realize {if Times Caught = 1}she didn’t actually put your shirt on, just your panties.{else}she didn’t actually dress you at all. She just went through the motions and you fell for it in your groggy state.{endif} Evil woman…{endif}