welp.

I sit down on the couch, tumbler in hand, and Maya sets to work on massaging me. She kneads my shoulders and the back of my neck with a measured firmness that feels absolutely amazing. After a little bit, she stops to run her fingers through my hair and coo.

Maya
Oh, you poor thing. So tensed up all the time. Doesn't Sara ever massage you?

Grey
No.

Maya goes back to work.

Maya
Such a selfish girl. A young man like you, working as hard as you do... you need relief at least once a day. At least!

I gulp.

Maya
Twice never hurts, of course. Once in the morning and then once again at night. Even three times wouldn't be pushing it with as much energy as you exert. It keeps you limber, you know.

Grey
Are... are we still talking about massages?

Maya
Oh, of course. This one here is just one of many, though. I should show you some of the others I know.

Grey
Maya...

Still massaging my shoulders, Maya leans in close and speaks very low.

Maya
You know, Grey, I understand why you'd see someone like Sara. She's a very nice young girl. Really -- she is. But in the end, that's all she is... a girl.

Maya begins to rub all over my face and chest with her palms. I suddenly feel less like I'm being massaged and more like I'm just being molested. And I'm completely okay with that.

Maya
It's fun to play with little girls when you're a little boy yourself. But you're a man now, and men have certain needs that girls can't deal with. It's true. A girl just can't handle such voracious appetites. What a man like you needs...

She holds her cheek against mine and whispers the rest.

Maya
...is a /woman/.


{just a little bit later}

Maya struggles to pull my pants down from her position in front of me. I shift my weight around, trying to help her, but our movements aren't well coordinated and we have a little bit of difficulty. Somehow the artlessness of it all only makes me hotter.

Once the jeans are around my ankles, I realize that I'm still wearing my shoes. Maya makes a half-hearted attempt to pull my pants the rest of the way off, but the shoes make it hard, and -- clearly growing impatient -- she quickly relents, letting them stay bunched up on the floor around my ankles.

She turns her attention further upwards again, her eyes fixed on the obvious tent in my boxers. She chews on her lower lip in anticipation. With a trembling hand, she reaches out and brushes the thin fabric aside, and my penis meets the open air. Gasping, reeling back, Maya claps her hands in front of her and blushes deeply, admiring the sight.

Maya
It's... oh God, Grey...you've been hiding that from me all this time?

I'm too lightheaded right now to even try to respond. Maya scooches herself forward and gently lays her head on my lap, staring intently at it from the side, as if taking in a piece of fine art. Her eyes softly glazed over. Utterly tansfixed. When she speaks, I can feel her breath coming out hot against it.

Maya
You poor, poor baby. Oh, look how hard it is. When was the last time-- you must be going crazy by now...

Without warning, Maya grabs me lightly in her right hand. The softness and warmth of her touch are unbelievable. I stifle a moan.

Seeing my reaction, Maya brings her head back up and smiles. She begins to almost imperceptibly tighten and loosen her grip on me, creating a pulsating motion that's just enough to feel good without offering any relief at all. It's maddening. I raise my hips a little off the couch and whine as a way of begging her to do something more.

Maya
Tell me what you want.

Grey
Oh God, Maya...

Maya
I want to hear it. Tell me exactly what you want, Grey.

Grey
God, Maya... you... I want /you/... oh God--

Maya
You want me to play with it?

I nod.

Maya
You want me to play with your penis?

Despite myself, and despite the situation, I can't help but snort just a bit at the clinical phrasing. Maya looks a little confused -- or at least she pretends to.

Maya
What's the matter? Is that not the right word?

As she speaks, the pulsations of her hand slowly become more pronounced.

Maya
Should I call it your manhood? ... Perhaps that's too overwrought. How about your dick? ... Perhaps too juvenile. Or maybe...

She clambors over me, never moving her right hand away, and puts her lips directly against my ear, whispering in the deepest, most sultry voice I've ever heard.

Maya
Maybe you're the nasty, horny little boy I think you are... and you want to hear me beg for your /cock./ Hmm?

Grey
Y-you... you don't have to beg for anything...

I wince at the lameness of that reply, but Maya just laughs, her voice still low and husky. Then, whispering in my ear again:

Maya
I know.

She might be the one on her knees right now  -- and she would gladly pant and beg for me like a bitch in heat if I told her to do it -- but it's obvious who's really in control here. She has me wrapped around her little finger. There's not much else I can do but lean back and enjoy the ride. I intend to.

Maya dismounts, settles herself back down and grabs ahold of me with both hands now.  She masturbates me for a couple seconds. Then stopping suddenly, she puts her nose right up against my glans and inhales deeply.

Maya
Mmmmm.

She masturbates me some more while she lazily opens her mouth and rolls out her tongue. It's wet with drool. She flicks the tip lightly against the head, sending electric jolts of pleasure coursing through me.

Apparently liking the sample, Maya lets go and puts both hands behind her back. She runs her tongue across the entire length of my shaft in one long, delicious, deliberate motion, salivating freely the entire time, staring me straight in the eye.

The velvet softness of her tongue working its magic is too much for me and I loudly moan, throwing my head back.

Grey
Fuuuuuck. Oh jesus.

Maya
Mmm, do you like that?

Grey
I fucking love it.

Maya lightly rubs me with one of her palms, smearing her spit all around.

Maya
You're such a lewd boy, Grey. I bet you want to see my tits, don't you?

Grey
God yes.

My answer is immediate and Maya grins evilly at my desperation.

Maya
My my. So craven after just a few little strokes... I'm going to have my hands full with you, aren't I? ... In more ways than one...

She gives me another tug to emphasize the wordplay before leaning back a little bit and setting to work on unbuttoning her blouse. She works agonizingly slowly.

Maya
You've wanted to see these for a while, huh?

I nod.

Maya
You thought I didn't know. But I see the way you stare at them. You don't even try to hide it you're so horny all the time. But Grey...

She finally has her blouse all the way open, revealing a black lace bra underneath.

Maya
Can I tell you something?

I nod again. She unclasps her bra and lets the cups fall into her hands, holding them to her chest so that I still can't see what's underneath.

Maya
When I see you staring at me like that... when I think about all the awful, disgusting things you're imagining doing to me...

Finally she lets the bra fall away and I see her bare breasts in all their glory, the nipples hard and pink.

Maya
...it makes me horny, too.

Grey
Oh God...

Maya
I just want to frig myself until I cum and cum forever.

Grey
Sweet jesus.

Maya
Do you know how many times I've masturbated to thought of you, Grey?

Grey
No...

She kneads her breasts and licks her lips, clenching and unclenching her thighs while she launches into a lust-fueled tirade.

Maya
Dozens... hundreds... thousands... I'm always wet for you, always... pretty much all I do anymore is masturbate... does that make you hot, Grey? Thinking about me rubbing myself off all day? Hmm? Does it get you off to know how much of a pervert I am? Sometimes I don't even wait for you to leave. I do it right there in that kitchen. While you think I'm cooking for you. I kneel down on the floor and go at it like a wild animal. And I cum so hard for you. I just can't contain myself. Isn't that disgusting?