Fuck it. Just take what you want.

"Am I too close Jane, or not close enough?" you ask her before sliding your finger all the way inside her.

Her back arches in shock before she rolls over and attempts to scramble away from you, trying in vain to cover her naked body at the same time. "What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" she screams. "Get away from me!"

A predatory smile forms on your face as you quickly close the distance between you before she can even get off the table. Grabbing hold of her by the arm you place your other hand across her mouth, muffling her screams. Talking to her in a hushed, stern voice, you take charge of the situation. "Shut up Jane! Shut the fuck up!" When she stops struggling against you, you continue. "Now, you listen to me. Don't act like you haven't secretly wanted this for months now. I've been watching you spread your legs for me, teasing me with glimpses of your wet pussy. You're just too scared to ask for it. Well, I'm gonna give it to you today. I'm gonna make your fantasies come true, Jane."

You keep your grip on her arm, but take the other hand off her mouth, moving it to her legs and pushing them apart. Her body trembles in fear, but she stays quiet and lets you part her legs. You run a finger up her slit, parting her labia and feeling dampness arise between them. As you diddle her clit, you feel the tension start to leave her body making you feel comfortable enough to loosen your grip on her arm. Moving your fingers to her opening, you slip two inside and find her juices have already started to flow, coating your fingers with her natural lubricant. Her breathing starts to get heavier and her skin becomes flushed, but she's still dealing with an inner conflict. "I can't let you do this." she says without much conviction in her voice. "I'm a married woman..." she says, her argument trailing off as you start to quicken your pace.

"You don't have any choice, Jane." you whisper in her ear, rapidly working your fingers in and out of her slick sheath, causing wet, squelching sounds to fill the air while quiet moans start to escape her mouth. "I'm gonna finger your hot, steamy pussy until you're sopping wet. I'm going to make you so horny, you'll be begging me to fuck you. And I'll give you that too, Jane. I'll stick my cock inside your needy pussy and make you cum all over me. God, I can feel how bad you want that! Your pussy is dripping wet!"

Jane hadn't ever thought she'd be someone who would like this type of treatment, but there's something about the way you're handling her that has gotten her juices flowing. She's completely given up her resistance by this point, focusing only on the sensation between her legs, concentrating on the feeling of her young, hot massage therapist finger-fucking her twat, and listening to the scenario you're giving her. She finally let's go in a way she hasn't let herself do in years and begins to tremble uncontrollably as her orgasm tears across her body. Bringing her hand to her mouth, she bites into her knuckles to keep from screaming out and her ass lifts off the table as wave after wave of electricity courses through her body.

Watching the effect you're having on her, you continue working her wet, needy, depths until her spasms begin to subside, then slip your fingers from her soft fleshy insides and wipe them clean on the sheet of the massage table. As Jane lays panting on the table, you begin to strip out of your clothes, freeing your fully engorged cock from the confines of your shorts. You take in the site of Jane's limp body sprawled on the table; legs spread, her glistening, slightly parted, pussy lips only feed your rising hunger.