Factory resetting my [f]riend
For those looking for just the juicy bits, skip the first two paragraphs.
A female friend of mine had a rough time recently. Overworked, stressed, burnt up. She lives about a two hour drive away, but I had not seen her or spoken to her in months. Just the occasional text message that got an answer, usually weeks later. So two weeks ago, friday, I get the rare answer. "Sorry for not replying, but I think I am just burning out.". I wrote her back right away, but no answer. Then and there I decided, fuck it, enough with that. I got to do something about her situation. We had talked about her looking for a different job months ago, but she always was too stressed out, tired or mentally drained to start looking. I had just showered, it was already evening and I had wanted to go out. I cancelled my plans with my buddies, packed some stuff and drove to her appartment. I got to her place around 10 pm and when she answered the door, she looked like she had fallen asleep after taking a shower herself earlier, her black long hair still slightly wet. She was surprised to see me and a bit embarrassed to greet me in her pajamas, but let me in anyways. I had brought some red wine and she was happy to drink a little and talk. We always were flirty with each other and that evening was no different. She spent an hour straight telling me about her sucky job, how much she hated working there and how it was just all too much. She said, she could barely think anymore outside of what she had to do for work. I offered her to help her, starting out with a backrub, which she accepted after only a moment of hesitation.
I got the massage oil out of my bag and she lay down on her couch, pulling up her shirt. I had already suspected as much, but she had no bra on underneath, being dressed for bed and all. So I knelt beside the couch, oiling up her naked, caramel colored skin, sneaking glimpses at her side-boob, pressed into the cushions. Either she was oblivious or did not mind showing off. Her back was really tense all over, she actually needed the massage I gave her. I worked her to the best of my abilities, loosening up tight muscles and relieving knots in her back. I took my shirt off during the massage, getting warm from working her back. She was enjoying herself, grunting and moaning in pain and relief thereof. Working from the side was not ideal, so I asked her I she minded me straddeling her. She did not. So I did, kneeling over her butt and working away at her oiled up back. She removed her top on her own, so I could get to her shoulders better. After I was done with her back, I slipped down between her legs, working the stiff muscles upwards her body, starting with her naked feet. I did not ask this time, just told her to lift her hips. She did and I pulled off her pajama pants. What greeted me was a beautiful, shapely, tight butt and a nice glimpse at her bared, shaved pussy. Duitifully, I got back to massaging her, working up the legs and to her butt. After giving her cheeks a nice, deep tissue massage too and after her squeals and moans from the random nerves firing died down, I as kneeling over her butt again.
But now, she was totally naked, oiled up in front of me. When I took off her pants, I had gotten out of the remaining clothes I wore too. And working her with the whole backside massage had given me a raging, throbbing hardon. I could smell her wet pussy too. I did not ask. I slid my cock into her, pronebone, and buried myself in her tight, hot pussy. I pinned her underneath my body as I lay down on top of her, one hand grabbing both of her hands over her head, the other put gently around her throat. I could feel her pussy contracting around my cock as I whispered into her ear. "This is your last chance to stop this, otherwise you are mine until I am done with you." "Fuck me!", she just groaned and sealed her fate. I started slow, gently fucking her pronebone with just the movement of my hips, pinning her oiled up body underneath my weight. Her moans came in rythm with my thrusts, slow and deep. Each time she wanted to move her hips back, I tightened my grip on her throat.
She got the idea quickly and tried it more. When I held her so tight she could barely get the air to moan, I let go of her hands and pulled her up into doggy, still choking her with the other hand. My free hand I wrapped underneath her hips, keeping her tightly under control as I now hammered my cock deep and hard into her. I felt her orgasm come when her pussy started to clamp down hard and milk my cock. I turned her head towards me, now useing my hand to not cut off her air but the bloodflow to her head. I locked eyes with her, seeing them go from surprise into pure lust as the oxygen deprivation intensified her orgasm more than she ever experienced before. I concentrated hard, pounding away at her still, waiting for that magical moment in her beautiful brown eyes when her conciousness starts to fade. Just before that point, I let go of her neck and moved both hands to her nipples, twisting them hard. The timing was close to perfect and the sudden, intense pain lifted the intensity of her ongoing orgasm into the stratosphere. She was shaking underneath me, my cock still deep inside, for almost a minute until her body stopped convulsing. She was barely making a sound, only gasped moans and grunts as an orgasm like she never had before rocked her world. I turned her on her back, getting into her in missionary, legs on my shoulders. It took her 5 minutes to become coherent again, babbeling and drooling before that, with a dumb smile on her face and barely focusing eyes.
"Oh god, that was just unbelievable.", is what she finally got out, beaming up at me. I just chuckled and told her "You think this was all?" and started moving my hips. I think she had not yet noticed from the sensation overload that I was still inside her, still hard. I pounded her in missionary, legs high on my shoulders, looking her deep into her brown eyes as they went wide with surprise. She groaned that she was feeling too sensitive. Like I care about that. I kept going, watching her eyes go to discomfort, then surprise and back to lust, as her body was forced through the after orgasm sensitivity and she found herself at new heights of feelings. Twenty of so deep, hard thrusts was all it took to make her cum again. I was reaching my limit too, and when I started to get close a few tens of thrusts later too, I grabbed one of her nipples and her clit with my hands, massaging the clit and twisting the nipple as I got close. She went crazy from the mixture of overstimulated pleasure and pain and came moments after I started to unload my cum deep inside her, her pussy milking my cock so perfectly and sucking my balls dry.
We fucked a few more times through the night and fell asleep when the sun came up. The next day, she started looking for a new job online while riding my cock with her ass. She said, it felt like her brain got rewired and she could focus again.
A factory reset never hurt anyone, I guess.