He stops and continues the massage (but find relief from a different source)

He stops and continues the massage

I grip the table even tighter, anticipating that the wonderful sensations I’m feeling, which I believe are starting to build, would continue. But all of a sudden, Alexander removes all of his fingers from my nether regions. Suddenly the loitering outside my backdoor and the initial venture into my pussy is no more, but my body is feeling the after effects. Then I start to feel an itch or ache. As Alexander’s hands continue their massage upon my back, there is a longing I feel in my loins, as if they’re **** for the previous stimulus to continue. While the massage is deep and I feel every muscle fiber is touched by this black man’s hands, there is a need arising across my more important folds.

I squirm because of it. I cannot understand this feeling, but I have a sinking feeling it’s the X-Change at work. It’s no wonder most people who take a Pink have an incredible session of sex, or so I’ve heard. I may have had an active sex drive as a guy, but as a woman, I’m feeling slut-like tendencies, and I’ve never even been with someone of the opposite sex. I moan when his hands get close to my waist, as if I’m in relief that he’s returning to grant me my pleasure.

No, but rescue soon comes from an unlikely source

My heart sinks when his hands move to my arms as he pulls them to my side to massage them. I cannot seem to express in words the itch I’m feeling. Maybe if I pull my arms away and give in to my slutty tendencies to rip his cock out and put it inside me. I have this feeling that mere words are not enough to send him the message.

“You know you’re neglecting her, right?” a voice comes from where the door is. The voice is familiar, but it’s not Jeffrey’s voice I hear. Alexander stops, his hands lifting from my skin. I feel a presence enter the room and come close to the table. “Did you notice how her toes are curled?”

The question alerts me to the fact that my toes are indeed curled, tensed up as if to hold back what I believe is a deluge of pressure that had built up inside me. I try to relax, to somehow release that tension, but doing so feels like I’m opening up a faucet.

“Hey, hey, whatever you do, don’t let go, not until we get something inside you,” the voice says, as cool hands gently grasp my ankles. I’m pulled to the end of the table, the oil that is still on my backside allowing me to slip with little friction. My eyes open and see the towering figure of Victor, but when my hips slide past the end of the table, he effortlessly rolls me over, my pelvis planted on the edge of the table. “I’m gonna put my cock inside you, Charlene. Is that okay?”

“Hey, Victor, I don’t think–” Alexander starts, but I speak up, interrupting him.

“It’s okay,” I say, more to both of them, rather than to one particular person. Without delay, I feel a coolness at my door and with a sudden motion, I’m filled to the brim with a hardness. It’s so sudden that I lift my upper body, which had been limp before the penetration, with my arm. I expel a gasp, louder than any gasp I’ve done so far, but not as loud as a scream.

“Breathe, Charlene,” Victor says into my ear as he pulls my upper body up so that my body is upright and laying against his muscular chest. He has an arm around me, embracing me and keeping me stable, which his other hand moves downward towards my snatch. Following his instructions, I breathe deeply, savoring the sensation of being filled by a hardness that is also threatening to rip me in two while also widening the opening that it has penetrated. It was a sharp pain that I felt at first, but with the pressure that had been building prior to this moment, being filled brought a certain kind of relief. Victor fingers find purchase on a certain area above my flesh and he expertly finds a button that causes another gasp, much sharper than the last. “Yes, yes, Charlene. Your body knows what to do. And how beautiful it makes you, all because of X-Change.” Victor says into my ear. “What is it telling you now?”