Wedding Night Rubdown

The moment I saw her across the crowded reception hall my cock twitched. Lena stood by the bar in a tight emerald dress that hugged her round ass and made her tits look ready to spill out. She was my regular client, the one whose glutes I’d been dying to grip for months. Tonight she wasn’t my fitness client. She was just a stunning woman at my best friend’s wedding, and the heat between us had finally snapped.

“Mark, you look like you want to eat me alive,” she said, sliding up to me with two champagne flutes. Her voice was low, teasing.

I took the glass, eyes locked on the way her nipples pressed against the thin fabric. “Been thinking about those legs wrapped around me since our last session. That tight little pussy clenching while I stretch you out.”

Her cheeks flushed but she didn’t pull away. Instead she stepped closer, breath warm against my ear. “The massage table in the bridal suite is empty. My back is killing me from these heels. Think you could… work on me?”

We slipped away before the cake cutting. The suite was quiet, lit only by string lights. Lena kicked off her heels and peeled the dress down in one smooth motion. No bra, just perfect C-cup tits with hard pink nipples. Her panties were soaked at the crotch.

“On your stomach first,” I said, voice rough. I grabbed the bottle of massage oil from the bathroom counter and poured it over my palms. The slick scent of jasmine filled the room as I climbed onto the bed beside her naked body.

My hands started at her shoulders, kneading deep into the muscle. She moaned immediately, face buried in the pillow.

“Fuck, Mark… harder. You always know exactly how to touch me.”

I worked down her spine, thumbs pressing along each vertebra until I reached the dip of her lower back. Her juicy ass was right there, two smooth globes begging for attention. I poured more oil and let it drip between her cheeks. My fingers followed, spreading her slowly.

“Spread your legs, Lena. Let me see that wet pussy.”

She obeyed with a shaky breath, knees sliding apart. Her shaved slit glistened, clit already swollen. I dragged two thick fingers up and down her folds, coating them in her cream before circling her tight little hole.

“Oh god… yes,” she gasped. “Finger me while you massage my ass. I’ve wanted your hands on me like this for so long.”

I pushed two fingers inside her tight cunt, curling them against her front wall while my other hand gripped one ass cheek and squeezed. The wet squelching sounds mixed with her desperate moans. I added a third finger, stretching her, pumping faster. Her hips started rocking back to meet every thrust.

“Turn over,” I growled.

She flipped onto her back, legs falling open wide. Her tits jiggled with the movement, nipples begging to be sucked. I poured oil over her chest and worked it in, palming her breasts roughly, pinching her nipples until she arched off the bed.

“Mark… please. I need your cock.”

I stripped fast, my thick eight-inch dick springing free, veins pulsing. I knelt between her thighs and rubbed the fat head up and down her dripping slit, teasing her clit.

“Tell me how bad you want it.”

“I want you to fuck me raw,” she panted, eyes glassy with lust. “Stretch this pussy like you stretch me in the gym. Fill me up.”

I slammed in to the hilt in one thrust. Her walls clamped down hot and silky around me. We both groaned. I started pounding her hard, the massage oil making our skin slap wetly. Her tits bounced with every deep stroke. I grabbed her ankles, spreading her wider, watching my cock disappear into her greedy cunt over and over.

“Harder! Fuck me like you own me!” she cried, nails digging into my forearms.

I flipped her onto all fours, re-entering her from behind. This time I focused on her ass, spanking each cheek until they glowed pink while I railed her. My thumb circled her tight asshole, pressing in just enough to make her scream with pleasure. Her pussy fluttered, squeezing my dick as the first orgasm hit her.

“Coming… oh fuck, I’m coming so hard!”

Her juices squirted around my shaft, soaking my balls. I didn’t stop. I kept thrusting through her spasms until her legs shook. Then I pulled out, flipped her again, and straddled her chest.

“Open that pretty mouth.”

She did, tongue out, eyes locked on mine. I stroked my slick cock twice and erupted. Thick ropes of cum painted her tongue, her lips, and her tits. She swallowed what landed in her mouth with a satisfied hum, then used her fingers to scoop the rest and lick them clean.

We collapsed together, breathing hard, skin shiny with oil and sweat. She traced a finger down my chest.

“Best massage I’ve ever had, trainer.”

I laughed and pulled her close. “Session’s not over. We’ve still got the reception to get back to… and I plan on stretching you again before the night ends.”