El masaje que rompió todas las reglas

I was lying face-down on the warm massage table, and within seconds of her fingers hitting my back, my heart was already pounding. Anna, my regular model, had decided to switch things up today. Her palms glided through the oil, slowly working the knots out of my muscles, and I could feel her gaze burning into my skin.

"Relax, Alex..." she whispered, low, right by my ear. "You're always bossing me around on set. Now I'm in charge."

Her breath scorched my neck. I turned my head sideways and caught her eye—dark, gleaming with arousal. The massage oil smelled like sandalwood and something sweet, and the room was lit only by two warm lamps, casting soft shadows across the wood-paneled walls of the little spa suite.

"Truth or dare?" Anna asked suddenly, running her thumbs down my spine, lower and lower.

"Dare," I breathed, feeling the blood rush south.

She let out a quiet laugh, her hands settling at my lower back. Her fingers pressed in slightly, testing how far I was willing to play.

"Then I want you to roll over. Right now."

I did it slowly, my cock already starting to stiffen beneath the thin towel. Anna stood beside me in a short robe that barely covered her hips. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric. She scooped more oil into her palms.

"Truth or dare?" I asked now, watching her work the oil into my chest.

"Truth," she said, not breaking eye contact.

"Are you already wet?"

Anna bit her lip. Her hand slid lower, under the towel, and wrapped around my cock at the base. I sucked in a sharp breath.

"So wet. Ever since you got on this table..." she admitted, her voice husky. "I've wanted you for half an hour. Your ass under my hands... fuck, I was barely holding back."

She started moving her palm slowly up and down, spreading the oil along the entire length. I groaned when her thumb swept over the head, collecting the first bead of precum.

"Truth or dare?" I gasped, feeling my balls tighten.

"Dare," she said, and without waiting for a question, she leaned down and took my cock in her mouth.

Her hot lips sealed around the shaft. Her tongue traced the head slowly, then she took me deep, so deep I felt myself hit the back of her throat. Anna moaned, the vibration rippling through my entire cock. Her hand kept working the base while her other slipped between my legs, pressing gently against my taint, massaging my prostate from the outside.

"Oh, fuck... deeper," I groaned.

She obeyed, taking me even further, saliva dripping down the shaft and onto my balls. I grabbed her hair—not rough, just holding on while she fucked me with her mouth. Then she pulled off, panting, lips glistening.

"I want you inside me," Anna whispered, shrugging the robe off onto the floor.

Nothing underneath. Her smooth pussy gleamed with arousal, her clit swollen and peeking out between her slick lips. She climbed onto the table, straddled me, and slowly lowered herself onto my spit-slick cock. We both moaned as I sank in to the hilt.

"Fuck... you're so hard," she breathed, starting to roll her hips slowly.

I lay beneath her, completely passive, and it was driving me insane. Anna set the pace herself—sometimes grinding in slow circles, sometimes slamming down hard, her wet ass slapping against my thighs. Her tits bounced in front of my face, and I reached up, caught a nipple between my lips, and sucked hard. She growled with pleasure.

"Yeah... suck harder... I'm on top today, Alex. I'm fucking you, got it?"

"Yes... fuck me," I gasped, feeling her walls clench around me with every movement.

Anna leaned forward, her clit grinding against my pubic bone with each thrust. She sped up, her breathing ragged. I could feel her juices running down over my balls, her pussy pulsing around me. She grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the table above my head, fully in control.

"Don't move... just lie there and cum when I tell you to," she whispered against my lips, kissing me hungrily, sloppily.

Her movements turned rougher. I could feel her orgasm building—her walls squeezing tighter and tighter, her breath turning into short, sharp moans. She sat up straight, threw her head back, and started riding me furiously.

"I'm gonna—oh fuck, I'm cumming!" she nearly shouted.

Her body shuddered, her pussy clamping down hard around my cock, and a hot wave of her juices flooded down the shaft. I couldn't hold back. My cum erupted in thick, powerful spurts deep inside her, filling her hot, wet cunt. Anna kept moving slowly, milking every last drop out of me until we both went limp.

She collapsed onto my chest, breathing hard. My cock was still inside her, slowly softening. Anna kissed my neck and laughed quietly.

"Next massage... I'm on top again," she whispered. "And you'll be even more obedient."

I just nodded, feeling her pussy give another little squeeze around me. The game was just beginning.