A massage

After dinner, I stretched. “I think, after all that exercise, and carrying you around, I’m quite sore.”

“I’m s-s-s-sorry to hear that, Mr. Cain,” she got out as she played with herself.

“I think I’d like my girl to give me a massage.”

She paused, “I can do that! I’m good at that! I’ve even got edible massage oils and a massage table, Mr. Cain!”

“Good girl.”

She ran about, setting it up for me, and changing into an even skimpier outfit. I lay down and let her get to work.

She was good. Really good. Focused on my pleasure, kneading out knots, caressing my flesh, kissing the small scars that life on the **** had put on my body.

I rolled over.

“Such a good girl. I think, as a reward, you should be able to cum whenever you want.”

“Really, Mr. Cain?”

“While massaging me. Of course, your hands should be on me,” I reached out and palmed her ass as she pouted at me.

“That’s not a nice trick to play on me, Mr. Cain.”

I ran two fingers over her mound, grazing her clit. “I disagree.”

She whimpered, leaning on me, rather than massaging me for a moment. Her hands rose slightly, shuddering towards herself, then skimmed over the flesh of my chest, fingertips teasing as they headed southward, the oil leaving shimmering trails on my skin, converging at my dick.

“Mr. Cain, should I stroke your dick?”

“A massage is meant to work away all my stress. Do you feel any stress?” I asked as her hand ran over a dick that was so hard it wasn’t even touching my stomach or legs anymore.

“Yes, Mr. Cain, I meant hands, mouth, or…cunt?”

“Let’s try something new, those hands of yours have done good on every other part of me, I’m sure they’ll do well to my dick too.”

“Yes, Mr. Cain,” her disappointment was palpable, but her hands began to move. She wasn’t as skilled with them as she was with her mouth and throat, but she was good, not that it was exactly rocket science given my status and the massage oil running over my throbbing dick.

“Besides, you’re still being punished. If you can come from just giving me a handjob, well, then you’ll damn well,” I tweaked her clit and she moaned, as my hand reached up to her breasts, “deserve it.”

“Yes, Mr--” I pinched her nipple, not hard, but it made her gasp. Her hands started to jerk away self-protectively, but she stopped herself and focused on the handjob.

I wasn’t going to last long given the show I’d gotten and the fact that I’d only cum once today, but by adroit teasing, which didn’t help my arousal, but did break her rhythm, I extended it until I wouldn’t be embarrassed.

I didn’t make her cum, indeed, my hands and teasing slowed, becoming more grasping than stroking as she milked the seed from my balls, shooting all over my own chest. Diamond carefully kept going, extending my orgasm until the last of my cum had dribbled out.

She stared down at me, then I spoke. “Good girls clean up the messes they make.”

Her tongue was all over me in moment, licking up the seed that covered the muscles of my chest. If you’ve never had a rich, beautiful, submissive MILF give you a tongue bath as you tease her body with your own, groping, grinding and fingering, producing whimpers as she loses control of what she’s doing, only to refocus and try so very, very, very hard to keep going and please you, well, you really should try it, it’s very pleasant.

It took some work to keep her from successfully humping her way to her own orgasm on my hands, or the edge of the massage table. With that done, I slowly got up. “Clean this up, girl.”

The rest of the time until lunch passed pleasantly, with me teasing her and her teasing herself, though I took a few breaks to read a book, keeping my phone locked, for obvious reasons. Finally, I told her it was time for lunch. She went off to order and I began my inspection.