Glory Hole (2)

I laid my body down on top of the spa table, and it wasn’t long before a beautiful, ebony skinned woman came over and started rubbing on my body.

She started with my arms, applying pressure into all of the right places as she worked her way down to my hands. As she massaged my

hands, I couldn’t believe the sheer bliss that had filled my body.

I wished that my life could be like this every night. She started rubbing my breasts, gentle at first, then adding quite a bit more pressure. It was more pressure than I was used to, and she tightly squeezed my nipples as she

working her way down, rubbing around my rib cage and rubbing down deep into my thighs.

She massaged me in such a fluid motion that I wasn’t quite sure where her hands ended and my body began. She started rubbing my

plump pussy lips, slowly working her thumbs into the slit. She was making the sweetest sounds as if rubbing me was giving her an orgasmic pleasure.

I couldn’t help but thrust my thighs towards her hands as if my body was begging her to fill me. She had gentle and tiny hands, honestly not much bigger than most cocks.

She leaned in and said, “I know what you need. I know what your beautiful pussy needs. You need to be taken further, much further than any of these pricks can give you.”

That is when she slowly rubbed one hand down my breasts, making an odd

shape with her fist, almost like a conch shell.

She started to slowly dip her hand in and out my wet pussy, working her hand into me slowly deeper and deeper. Her other hand was manipulating my breasts while she slowly

brought me to higher planes of pleasure.

Any time I tried to raise my hand to caress her, she told me, “No, no, no, you need to lay there and relax. Just let me make you feel

good.”

I didn’t think twice as I decided to let this beautifully exotic woman do whatever it was that she was going to do to me.

As my nipples were being pulled and tweaked, I felt an enormous pressure

deep inside my pussy. I had never felt anything like the sensations rising

from my pussy, and even though it had been used numerous times tonight, it

was still extremely tight.

Whatever she was doing felt odd, yet being

stretched felt orgasmic. I was being taken over by this beautiful woman wearing a carnelian tiger mask. This feral tiger had stalked me and was feeding on my sexual satisfaction as I ground my pussy into her hand.

As the pressure continued to grow, her hand slid from my nipples down to my clit.

She quickly rubbed it faster and faster, and then all of a sudden the pressure eased up. My pussy was crying out in pleasure, and my body was writhing on the table. The pressure wasn’t nearly as strong, but I felt fuller than I’d ever been in my life.

As I looked into the tigress’s eyes, she told me, “Yes, my entire fist is in your perfect cunt. Don’t you love it my little sex kitten? Don’t you just love the way I’m into you up to my forearm?”

As she started pressing on my stomach, applying gentle pressure, I heard a

scream, a scream so loud I had to look around to figure out who was

screaming. That’s when I noticed that there was a huge crowd gathering

around me. It was me that was screaming. I was gushing so hard that it was going high into the air and anybody within a foot or two would surely have been splashed with the biggest orgasm of my life.

It had me screaming and crying out in pure bliss. Just before the waves of ecstasy had left me, she slowly took her hand out of me and all of the pressure drifted away. I was now laying on a table drenched in my cum, yet there was no way I could get up. My body was so exhausted, so confused

from everything that it had endured in these last five hours.

As the tigress started to walk away, she gently leaned down and kissed me softly, leaving

just a hint of cinnamon on my lips. “Thank you,” she whispered, and her hand drifted down my silk covered cheek as though wiping a non-existent tear away before turning to work her magic on some other helpless prey.

My body was wrecked. There was no way that I could stand. I tried to lift

myself from the table, but every time I did, I just started shaking. My body had quit on me, and I didn’t know what to do.

Embarrassment flooded my exhausted body as I became terrified of what these beautiful people would think of me whether they would allow me back into their incredible home to

join in this beautiful party again. I didn’t even know how I could make it back to Misty’s house.

As I laid there in a mix of shame and pleasure, a very strong man came over

to me. I was terrified of what he was going to do with me. I couldn’t handle anything else.

“There is nothing else my used body can endure,” I said as loudly as I could, which happened to be a simple horse whisper, begging the behemoth of a man not to fuck me.

I still remember his deep laugh as he told me, “I am not here to please myself with you, ma’am. I’m here to carry you home. Your friend asked me to find you and said that you would most likely be laying here. She told

me that you would be wearing a pink kitty mask.”

I was so relieved at the fact that somehow I was going to be able to get back to Misty’s, and at the same time, not sure how I felt knowing that Misty was certainly watching me have the largest gush known to man.

Being carried to the limousine by this big strong man was so comforting.

My face was pressed against his shoulder, and I could feel the rippling muscles throughout his body. I was sad to think that I’d never be allowed anything like this again. I would never get to party with these beautiful billionaires after the huge commotion I had caused.