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Scud Stress Relief
Scud stood behind you as you finished your work on the computer. The fact that he was just standing there was both exciting you and annoying you. He was trying to be good, but he was fidgeting, he was desperate to touch you, but knew you needed to finish. You sighed heavily. You wanted his hands on you. You typed faster. He moved closer behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders. He tentatively began to massage them.
You moan, not only at his touch, but that the massage feels so good. You focus on the last paragraph as he rubs away.
He stops as he notices you're finished and just sitting there enjoying his work. He stopped, spun your chair round and pulled you up. He led you back to the bedroom. He pulled your top over your head and unclasped your bra, skilfully with one hand. He pulled you in for a kiss. You hands tangled in his hair. He motioned for you to lie on the bed on your stomach. You could hear him fumbling in a drawer He straddled your back. You felt a cold drop on your back and you squeaked making him chuckle.
He began to slowly massage your shoulders again. His hands were stronger as he worked at removing the tension. His large, firm hands moving up and down your back. You could feel every ounce of tension and stress just melting away. You could feel your eyes getting heavy as your body relaxed into his touch.
You felt yourself being turned over; you were so relaxed you didn't care. You smiled as he began to massage your front. He paid particular attention to your breasts, using his tongue to massage your hardened nipples. You moaned and felt him smile against your skin.
He moved down your body, pulling your pants and underwear away with him. His hands rubbed up and down your legs. You felt his lips on your thighs, closing in on your core. His tongue gently sliding up and down your slit. Your body arched, you moaned. You lifted your head and saw two blue eyes staring at you from under a mass of brown hair. Your head fell back onto the pillow as he sucked on your little bundle of nerves. You could feel your stomach tighten and a heat building up. He focuses on that little nub and licked and sucked until you were screaming his name and writhing under him. He crawled up your body as you were riding out your release. He crushed his lips to yours as he thrust himself into you.
You wrapped your legs round his waist and pushed him further in with your heels. It seemed too soon before you were screaming his name again and he was chanting yours as you both came hard.
You both lay there a tangled, sweaty mess. You kissed lazily. "Still feeling stressed?" He smirked.