Alone with Sandra

I could make out the sounds of preliminary goodbyes and preparations for the morning. The night-time shower crew started their rounds and I relocated to my office area. Inez was still sleeping soundly on the futon, smiling contentedly. Sandra joined me at my desk and gave me the rundown on departure times. Five of the ladies needed to be out the door by 7am. Another four had to be gone by around 9am. The remaining five (excluding Sandra, who would spend the day with me) just needed to be gone around noon. With that last bit of information, I finished up the letters of final instructions. I personally passed them out to everyone, making sure they were directly instructed to read them before sleeping. I even nudged Inez awake long enough to command her to read it through one time and then go back to sleep. She nodded understanding and squinted at the paper as I left the room.

There were a few girls I wanted to say goodbye to. Or... more like... I wanted to say goodbye to their personas. Rachel, who glowed when I whispered in her ear and reminded her that she was radiantly beautiful and that I was honored that she would carry my seed. April, who blushed when I pulled her into a private area and groped her while we made out. Julia, who got the same treatment as April but who mirrored my own passion and lust. Misty, who let me rub my hands on her bare belly as we gave each other knowing smiles.

The early risers were making their way to bed. I knew Angela would be among them, needing to get to her school kids on time. “You good for now?” she asked me, glancing at my crotch.

“I'm fine, thanks,” I assured her. “You?”

She paused and looked thoughtful. “For now. Might come find you next weekend, even if its just to hang out and catch up.”

“Sounds good,” I laughed. Angela's persona wasn't going to change. She would remain my friend with benefits. No attachment, just enjoyment.

Jade and Shauna had been tasked with cleaning the place up, and I noticed Mindy and Olivia joining in without being commanded. They were naturally helpful people. By 10pm, half the girls were either asleep or bedded down. Most were headed that direction. Crystal, Rayanne, and Jenna were the night owls, sitting around the table with their faces lit up by phone screens, chatting with each other quietly.

Once everything seemed to be in order, Sandra found me standing in the middle of the apartment, looking around affectionately. She walked up beside me and laced her arm through mine. With a big sigh she said, “You did it.”

I didn't object. I wasn't done yet – Sandra hadn't yet been filled and Bea had been filled in the wrong hole. But as far as Sandra knew, the weekend was complete.

“Ready to go to bed?” she asked quietly.

“Let's go,” I answered.

Like a couple that has been living together for years and years, Sandra and I went into my room, locked the door, and started the mundane ritual of getting ready for bed. Stripping down to underwear, brushing teeth at the sink together, taking turns at the toilet, setting alarms. When all was done, we casually crawled under the covers. Sandra found her place in my embrace and rested her head on my chest.

“I've missed this,” she murmured. I chuckled at that thought of her missing something she had never before experienced. It was all fake memories. “What's so funny?” she asked, turning her face upwards a bit to try to see my expression.

“Nothing,” I replied. “Just... happy to be here with you.”

“Yeah,” she agreed. “A week of quarantine apart from you got lonely real quick.” Oh right, Sandra's persona. I had forgotten that little detail completely. Not only was she my girlfriend this weekend, but once we were in the room alone on the last night, she was to forget about all the other girls, everything that happened, and simply believe we had been apart for a week after I had been exposed to a virus. This was our first night back together, and she wanted to lovingly reconnect.

“You're not falling asleep, are you?” she asked softly.

“Not yet,” I answered.

“Good. Because I was hoping we could... reconnect.” As she said that, her hand went slowly down my body, working it's way under the waistband of my shorts until her nimble fingers wrapped around my cock. I sighed in appreciation and rubbed along her back as she gently squeezed and rubbed me to hardness.

I lifted her chin until our lips could connect- a slow, tender kiss that went on and on. Her hand forgot its motion and rested as our lips touched and searched and connected over and over. I half rolled until we were on our sides, facing each other. More kissing, now with **** and intensity. Sandra moaning lightly. Her hands touching me all over, rubbing my chest with her palms, tracing my arms with her fingers. I moved a hand under her loose shirt and cupped a breast, evoking a loader moan.

“Fuck,” she swore. “I feel like this is the first time you've ever touched me. It's... it's crazy!” Then her lips went back to mine. After a few more minutes, Sandra was on top of me, rubbing the fabric covering her crotch against the fabric covering mine. Breaking our kiss, she caught her breath and tossed her hair out her face. “Do you want me to suck you?” she asked.

“Not tonight,” I replied. “It's late and I'd much rather keep your lips where they are.” Sandra raised her eyebrow and smirked. “Unless you want me to take care of you that way,” I quickly added,

“Not tonight,” she answered, her voice husky. “I'm eager for you to fill me again, too. I'm tired of feeling empty. It's been too long.”

It's been forever, I told myself.

My hands, which had been rubbing her back and reaching down to follow the curve of her ass, started pushing her sleep shorts down. She quickly helped and wiggled them off. Together we pulled my shorts off as well and dropped them on the floor. Grabbing my exposed erection, Sandra aimed it between her legs and said with a smile, “Let's get Mr. Cock reacquainted with Miss Pussy.” I laughed until the sensation of entering her changed my laugh to a groan of satisfaction. It took a few efforts, but in short time I was fully wrapped up inside Sandra.

Once we were joined, her eyes shut tight and she bent over, shuddering. “Damn,” she whispered. “I think I almost came from that.” Then she exhaled loudly and giggled. “I don't know why I feel nervous,” she explained, fanning herself with her hand. “It's like... butterflies or something. I honestly feel insecure, like you're seeing me for the first time.” A few more giggles and then she took a deep breath to compose herself. “What?” she asked, noting my expression.

I shook my head. “Just... just appreciating your beauty,” I explained. Others were sexier or hotter. Each woman I had been with that weekend had their own appeal. But Sandra... Sandra stood apart. She was the most beautiful woman of them all. Her dark hair shined as it flowed over her shoulders and tickled the tops of her breasts. The sharp features of her face surrounded deep brown eyes that, at least in that moment, radiated affection and kindness. Her body curved perfectly, her breasts hanging heavily in front of her and inviting my caresses. Her muscular thighs were tight and smooth, meeting in a full bottom that was a joy to grip. Her light brown skin shivered under my touch until small bumps appeared. A tuft of dark hair concealed the spot where our bodies connected.

“You're not bored of me yet?” she asked. She was trying to tease, but I could hear the faintest hint of insecurity in her voice.

“Bored?” I scoffed. “You must be joking!” Forcing myself into a sitting position, I wrapped my arms around her. Sandra readjusted into my lap.

“I don't think we've ever done it like this before,” she mumbled, gazing into my eyes.

“I know for a fact we have not,” I smiled, gazing back at her. I moved my hips in small thrusts but could not do much in that position. Sandra had more freedom of motion, and as we kissed, she pulled her hips way back, pinching my tip with the muscles at her entrance, then she slowly took me back inside her. After repeating that a few times she giggled into my mouth, then settled in to a more natural grinding motion. I stayed deep inside her as she rotated her hips in my lap. This wasn't a position I would be able to finish in – there wasn't enough thrusting. All the same, there was something very nice about it. Holding her in my arms, her body in my lap, our faces pressed together, her breasts swaying forward into me, easy to reach up and caress.

“This is... this is such an intimate position,” Sandra whispered. Our proximity and the tenderness of the moment didn't allow for anything other than a whisper.

After several long minutes of this hypnotic slow pace, Sandra moaned softly and arched her back. “I think I might be able to...” she mumbled, then adjusted the angle of her hips. With a grunt, she readjusted once or twice, then lightly gasped. “Yeah,” she whispered. “Yeah, I can.” It wasn't hard to figure out what she had accomplished. Her new angle was rubbing her exposed clit along my length. She slowed down, drawing herself across my member then languidly pushing it back the other direction. Her kisses grew more intense. At one point, she grabbed my hand from her hip and put in on her chest. “Massage my boobs,” she spoke urgently into my mouth.

I happily complied. I would have done anything she asked of me. All I wanted was to see her happy, to be in some way the source of her happiness. If I could help her cum, in my mind it somehow justified what I was doing with her that weekend.

Sandra's words called me back into the moment, even as my mind was wandering into a bog of guilt. “Baby. Baby, I'm close,” she moaned. Her motions changed, abandoning her long strokes along my length and switching to short brushes of her clit on my rod. Barely moving me in and out, she rubbed herself against my hard protrusion, finding enough friction to drive herself to the edge. Instead of words to tell me she was there, Sandra cried out a long, soft, high-pitched wail. Her lower body began to shudder and I risked taking control of the moment.

The hand that wasn't cupping her breast spread wide across her ass and pushed her all the way back onto me. Deep inside her, I pushed up with what leverage I had and tried to grind against her. The sudden fullness of my manhood inside her elicited a grunt and then a hiss. She pressed her body tight against mine and bit my shoulder. As she came, her feet left the bed, leaving me to support the full weight of her trembling body. She shouted into my shoulder as her teeth made marks in my skin. When her shout ended, she took a deep breath in and began sobbing. With her hands, she took hold of my face and turned it towards her, kissing possessively. “Oh God, oh God,” she cried in between kisses. “I love you so much. So so much. Oh fuck I don't ever want to be away from you again!”

We stayed in that position, joined deeply, faces together, waiting for her to come all the way back down from her peak. After another minute, she started calming down. Her eyes were still closed, her hands still on my cheeks. Her chest heaved as she took in deep breaths. Finally, her hands slowly dropped from my face to my chest and she opened her eyes to look at me. “I feel like I should at least a little embarrassed,” she commented. “But I don't. Not even a little bit.”

“Embarrassed of what?” I asked, my hand finally releasing her breast and trailing up her neck until I held her cheek.

“Of how... how silly I look. Or how **** I am with you, I guess.”

“You look... radiant. As beautiful as I have ever seen you. And since when is vulnerability a shameful thing? You're safe with me.” Even as I said those words, I felt condemned by them. She was not safe with me. She was more in danger with me than anywhere else in the world. And yet I felt an overwhelming desire to shelter and protect her.

Sandra lowered her head to my shoulder again and hugged me. “I know. I'm just... just silly.” I rubbed her back, letting my hands run up and down the bumps of her spine until she straightened up in my lap. “I need to lie down,” she informed me. “I think you need to take over.”

After several failed attempts to readjust, we finally figured out that we need for me to lie back. Sandra extended her legs behind her until she was prone on top of me, then we rolled over into the missionary position. As we settled in, Sandra surprised me by lifting one leg up and resting it on my shoulder. I propped myself up so that she could do the same with her other leg, folding herself nearly in half. “Make me feel it,” she said.

God, how perfect was this woman? I couldn't lie down without crushing her, so I angled myself at about 45 degrees. Gripping her shoulders for leverage, I started the final rush to my own release. With each thrust, Sandra grunted, the wind **** out of her by my repeated jabs into her body. Slick with arousal, she welcomed me back into her over and over again. My eyes were closed and I was replaying highlights from the weekend. But when I glanced down at Sandra, all thought of other women dissipated. She was staring up at me adoringly. Nodding her head to encourage me. “This is where you belong, love,” she told me. “Right here, inside me. You belong in here. Take me, love. Take me and make me yours. I love you, baby.” With each phrase I sped up, allowing myself to get consumed by the delusion. At some point, my thrusts became so vigorous she couldn't keep talking; she could only grunt and groan under my ****. I reached the tipping point and started crying out. “Fuck baby, I love you,” I gasped. “I'm cumming. I'm cumming inside you. GaaaaAAAAHHH!” And with shaking hips, I pressed deep two more times until I was as deep as I could possibly be.

When I started to unload, Sandra cooed approvingly. “All of it baby, all of it. Thaaaat's it. Fill me up, love. Just like you should.” I doubted there was much left to put in her after 14 other deposits that weekend, but the feeling was no less divine. I pulsed over and over, still trying to push myself into greater depths. Sandra pushed back and was even squeezing me with her walls, multiplying my pleasure. She smiled knowingly when I reacted with a choked shout.

As soon as she felt my throbbing finish, Sandra widened her legs and dropped them to my side. I carefully lowered my body onto hers and tried to catch my breath. Her hands ran all along my back and playfully squeezed my ass. When I made a move to get up, she held me tighter, not letting me leave. “Not yet,” she whispered, pulling my head close to hers. I pressed my nose into her neck and inhaled deeply. I loved her scent. I kissed little kisses along the muscle of her shoulder. When Sandra was ready, she opened her arms and released me.

With ****, I pushed myself up, wincing as my raw and sensitive cock exited her warmth and dangled between us. Sandra slowly moved off the bed and went to clean up. I followed shortly after, and we wordlessly got back into bed. Still naked, she scooted over until she was spooning in my embrace. It was in that state that we fell asleep, the happiest I had ever been.

End Day Three