She's so excited

Sandra's quivering body lying on the table awakens in you the urge to go even further. You lean over her so your torso pushes hers down onto the hand-me-down table and whisper into her ear.

"Rae and Bryanna are going to have to put up with the night guard two more nights before the ship reaches port." The feeling of your hard cock pressed against her backside is fantastic, and judging by the way she pushes against you you are pretty sure Sandra is as excited by this position as you are.

"Oh no!" Her whisper is throaty with need. "I don't think Rae can take another night of that."

"That's right," you growl softly, "Once the night guard figures out that the key is to alternate between pain and pleasure, even with her training, Rae finds herself cumming as he fingers her." Her moan comes with another wiggle that makes your cock throb and encouraged by her response you continue cruelly. "The horney bastard is so pleased with his ability to humiliate Rae, that he spends most of the whole night playing with her lush body. He makes her cum so often that even with her training Rae is having trouble thinking straight."

"Please..." Sandra stiffens under you. She clearly hadn't considered this possibility, "wait, he makes her climax more than once?" As an answer to her naïve question, you pull back enough to slap her butt through her jeans.

"Ow ...oh wow!" It's not quite the same thing as spanking her bare ass, but as tight as the denim is, it's pretty close. Unlike your disastrous attempt at spanking your last girlfriend, Sandra seems much more willing to explore this kink. Your blows are not particularly hard, but he next three smacks make her squirm and wiggle on the table. When you push your fingers between her legs and scrape the seam of her jeans pressing it up into her sex, Sandra's wiggling intensifies.

"No, I won't! - Rae tries to resist him, Stephen."

"Good," you chuckle as you press your fingers even harder into the damp crotch. "the more Rae fights it the better the bastard is gonna like it when she breaks." It seems that Sandra is smart enough to realize exactly the same thing; her breathing quickens and the knuckles of her fingers whiten as she clasps the edge of the table.

"Nooo ... please ... not again..." She whimpers softly and you are not sure if Sandra ERPing her poor abused cleric, or the modest young woman herself who is getting close to another orgasm, but still resisting. You pull her up off the table and grip her firmly by her dark curly hair.

"Take off your shirt and lay back down on the table." You can't believe you have the nerve to talk to anyone like that, not to mention the woman you've had the hots for for the past few weeks, but there is something about this intense situation that makes you take the chance.

"Please don't make me do this, Sir." In spite of her hesitant protest, after a second or two she shyly lifts her t-shirt over her head and reclines on the heavy table so her head hangs off the far side and her breasts are lifted up almost like some ancient sacrifice. Before you can stop this insanity, Sandra unclasps the fastener in the front of her bra and the two cups spring open exposing every inch of the beautiful breasts that you have been secretly drooling over for the past three weeks.

You should put an end to this before it is too late, but you can't. Instead, you pinch her nipples and twist and pull on them until they stand at attention. Any fears you might have about being too rough fade as you hear Sandra's needy moans. and see the way her thighs rub together trying to find the release she craves.