[MF] Descent into Depravity Part 3: Allie Loses All Self-control after a Tantric Massage

I’m back! Friendly reminder, all of these stories are true as best as I can remember them. Catch up with my previous posts below. 

Part 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t6jtxr/mf_descent_into_depravity_part_1_my_girlfriend/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t6jtxr/mf_descent_into_depravity_part_1_my_girlfriend/)

Part 2: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t9je5b/mf_descent_into_depravity_part_2_allie_discovers/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t9je5b/mf_descent_into_depravity_part_2_allie_discovers/)

With the first few months of college under our belt, our sex life had settled naturally into a rhythm. We fucked every chance we got, which was often despite the fact that we both had roommates. But every chance we got, we would fuck each other’s brains out. 

Once Thanksgiving hit, I wanted to do something special for her. Our college romps were increasingly fun and frisky, but there’s only so much you can do with a twin mattress and my half of a hundred square foot dorm room. The comfort and space of a suburban home opened us up a lot of possibilities, assuming we could have some privacy.

I drove Allie home from campus on Wednesday, and by the time I reached my own house I got a text from Allie.

A- My parents are leaving Saturday to visit [uncle] apparently. 

Me- Is that so? You going with them?

A- Nope :)

Me- Well then we should celebrate. I’ll think up something special for you 

A- For little old me?? I feel blessed. Any hints? :)))

Me- Just give me some time to prepare. Block out your schedule and keep an open mind. 

A- Oh God that makes me nervous. And horny lol. Should I be? 

Me- Yes. 

A- Yes to which? 

I left her on read. I wanted the anxiety to build a bit with the idea I had an actual plan that would intrigue, excite, and satisfy her in every way. We set a date for Saturday afternoon, and I gathered some materials and inspiration. I wanted to give her an immersive tantric experience, complete with full body massage, atmospheric enhancements, and a dash of light hypnotism if her mind and body would allow it. 

Saturday came around, and it was unusually temperate for late November. I had a small duffle of supplies packed and ready. I pulled up to the driveway and let myself in her front door, heart pounding. I called out to her, and looked up the main staircase to see her slowly walking down. She looked stunning. Sweatpants and a white tank top with no bra. There was no outfit I loved more on her than that one. She was supremely comfortable, and it gave me easy access to her whole body. 

“Hey stranger, what’s in the bag?” she asked, curious and anxious about what was about to happen to her. 

“I told you I wanted to do something special for you. Can I set up shop in your bedroom?”

She led the way and I got a great view of her plump ass right at my eye line. I gave it a swift smack, much to her delight. If there was ever a time I didn’t give that ass some sort of attention on the stairs, I couldn’t remember it. It was my muse.

She walked into her room and spun around, tits jiggling underneath her tank. I could tell she had little patience, she immediately wanted to see what was in store. Little did she know how patient she would need to be. I reached into the bag and whipped out a blindfold. “Oh God, what are you up to?” she sighed, grabbing it out of my hand. I began my directions. “I’ll explain in a minute, but for now put that one and lay face down on your bed. I’ll need you backwards so your head is near the foot of the bed.” 

She did as she was told, as always, and I could still sense her nervousness. As I set up some additional accouterments (she already had incense burning, that little minx), I explained my plan slowly, deliberately, and softly. I had just discovered ASMR and was doing my best impression. 

“The goal today… Is pure relaxation and pleasure. You have earned a day of pampering to ease away your tension.” I opened the window to let some air in, and plugged in a candle warmer, placing a jar of coconut oil on it to start melting its contents. I hit play on some ocean waves YouTube video, the lapping of the beach quietly filling our space. I then leaned into her ear and whispered softly. “In order to get the best results of this exercise, it will require full participation. I ask that you submit yourself completely. Physically, mentally, spiritually. I will continue to guide you through this experience and ensure you and your relaxation and pleasure are the focus of everything I do. My number one priority is your comfort. We will not do anything you do not consent to. But I ask that you do not speak unless asked a question, and that you only respond with yes or no. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” She grinned. Her anxiety was beginning to melt away. 

“Gooood. Now take a deep breath in through the nose… and out through the mouth. Feel yourself sink into your bed with each exhale.” 

She inhaled, her breasts cresting as far up as she could before releasing back down. 

We controlled her breathing, and I described how each part of her body, starting at her feet and ending at her head, needed to relax individually. It took some time, but through the power of my voice I could see her drift into a light trance. Once I got her good and relaxed, I went for the oil. “I’m going to start massaging your back, would you like that?” I asked.

“Yes.” She mumbled in affirmation. 

I started with her shoulders, liberally lubing up her back and arms with oil and squeezing the tension out of her with every stroke. Her skin was now shining slightly, and I could sense her enjoyment. “Does that feel nice?” I inquired, again focusing on her completely.

“Yes” she replied, clearly enjoying the change of pace.

Usually by this point I’d be balls deep in her and she would be screaming for more. But I needed to keep her calm and collected for as long as possible. Until the time was right. 

I periodically mused about her body, letting her know how much I appreciated her physical form. “Your skin is so beautiful, my hands are begging to massage every inch of you.” “I love your legs, so strong and smooth.” “Your feet, so tense and aching to be loved.”

I continued down her hamstrings, calves, and feet, barely giving any attention to her glutes. Instead, I took my time digging into the soles of her size 7s and flushing out all of the tightness in her legs like a tube of toothpaste. I had her right where I wanted her, laying perfectly still and completely powerless as periodically waxed poetic about her body and the virtues of our exercise. I placed her foot down and made my way to my favorite asset.

“But now… There is nothing I love more than your ass. It’s so juicy and grabbable. I could spend all day playing with it… Do you want me to play with your ass?”

“Yes.” her breath was quicker now as I dug my thumbs into her pillowesque cheeks, and I heard a slight moan from the edge of the bed. I oiled her up more and started really getting my hands into it, squeezing and thirsting her tush to get it to bounce slightly, revealing the treasures between her legs. I teased her more, placing one finger at the top of her ass rack and slowly sliding it down, passing her two holes all the way down to her public bone. She squirmed, but did not speak. I dragged my finger back up with a little bit more pressure, again praising her features. “You’re so wet and smooth down there, I barely need oil.” I picked up an ankle and moved her leg aside for a clearer view. Her pussy was glistening in anticipation from her juices. I placed one hand one her ass with a firm grip and slightly spread her cheeks. I began to rub more seriously around her holes, giving them the attention they deserved after all they had done for me the past year. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

“Yes.” she barely understood if I was even asking a question at this point. 

“Turn over for me and I’ll massage the rest of that sweet body” I commanded. She flipped over in a daze, and I spent some time bringing her back down to her tranquil state by controlling her breathing. This time I started with her legs and moved my way up. I barely grazed her clit and she tensed up. I couldn’t let her rest fully, I wanted her to know I would be back. I slicked up her belly and tits. Her nipples were standing at attention, waiting to be handled. But instead I positioned myself above her head at the foot of the bed. I gently lifted her head up and massaged her scalp at the back of her head up to her crown. Her hair was so beautifully voluminous, greasing up to promote her naturally messy waves. I combed my fingers through it and then gave a light tug on the base of her hair, not enough to hurt but enough to stretch her scalp out. She left out a long exhale through her mouth. She was becoming visibly antsy. “Are you getting impatient with me?” 

“Yes.” She got a bit louder, trying to strongly telegraph that her trance was dissipating with all this teasing.  But I was in control. She gripped the duvet in her hands as I moved down to her tits. “The perfect handful” I teased as I lightly groped them. I rolled a nipple between my fingers and she let out a full moan. She was so sensitive in that area I had to find her limit. I slathered on more warm oil and began to vigorously sweep my fingers across her nipples. She began to gyrate and moan, losing her composure. “I hit a weak spot, didn’t I?” I teased. 

“Yes” she moaned.

“You want me to keep going?” I prodded further. 

“Yessssss” she hissed, gripping the sheets tighter and squirming under my stimulation.

“You wanna cum?” 

“Yes!” she cried out, arching her back. I couldn’t tell if it was actually a full blown orgasm, but it sure looked close to it. I gave her a bit of a rest, quickly moving my hands across her whole body to disperse the sensations coursing inside her. “You did so well baby. Did that feel good?” 

“Yes.” She blindly reached out to me, grabbing at my waistband. She was done with my games. It was her turn. “No no, this is supposed to be for your pleasure, not mine.” I became a bit terse, who was she to make demands. She knew she couldn’t speak, so she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out invitingly. Fuck. That sight was impossible to say no to. I dropped my shorts to the floor and added a thin layer of coconut oil to my shaft. I shifted to the side of the bed and directed my member right onto her tongue, turning her head slightly to face me. She licked the bottom up and down and lifted her legs up slightly in anticipation. I got the hint, but didn’t like that she was calling the shots now. I had to regain control and put her back in her place. I had spent the better part of an hour giving her affirmation. Now it was time to dole out a little denigration. “You’re a little slut, aren’t you?” 

“Yes” she said, lapping up my cock while I gently worked my fingers on her clit. “You love sucking cock, don’t you?” 

“Yes”. She slurped and moaned as we tickled each other, edging each other in lockstep. 

“You can do better than that, can’t you?” She picked up her pace, exaggerating her head movements to put on a show. It was mesmerizing, she threw every cock-gobbling trick she knew at me, working my shaft and covering my cock in her spit as she felt her own impending orgasm build. She clearly had a thing for coconut, and her insatiability was dangerous for my stamina. I quickly pulled my cock and hand away from her. She flopped on the bed and scrunched her face; her frustration was at a boiling point, and she needed to be fucked or risk losing everything I had built up. 

I hopped up on the bed and positioned myself in the missionary position, just out of her reach. I massaged her whole front with an extra coat of oil. My cock hovered near her pussy, heat emanating from her. I spoke very softly in her ear, just above a whisper. “Take off your blindfold, but keep your eyes closed.” She removed the blindfold, she was trembling at this point. “I’ll make an exception to our speaking rule since you were such a good girl today. You can  tell me what you want me to do. All you have to do… is say the Right. Two. Words.” she grabbed my arms at her sides. Her hips searched for my cock just out of reach. There was a long pause as I contemplated my own patience. Until… 

“F-… Fuck me” 

I groaned in anticipation. “Again.” 

“Fuck me”

Her squirming increased, her body aching for mine. I pressed. “Louder, baby” 

“Fuck me!”

“Open your eyes and tell me” I commanded. Her eyes immediately locked onto mine. my cock was closer to her opening now, barely parting her lips as she gyrated her hips. 

“Please fuck me” she begged.

“LOUDER” I shouted. I lost all decency. She threw her head back and let it all out.

“FUCK ME!!” 

I slammed into her, penetrating her for the first time of the day. Her world came crashing down with a carnal moan. But I didn’t relent.  

“Again!” 

“Ohhhhhh fuck meeeeee” she screamed, not caring that her window was wide open. Her tits bounced rhythmically while I drove her straight into her bed. I was hungry. She was helpless. She began repeating the words without me having to ask. “Fuck me! Oh fuck yes, fuck me! Oh my God oh fuck fuck FUCK.” I continued pumping, now pinning her arms above her head. Her eyes began to roll into the back of her head. THIS was a full blown orgasm. I continued ramming into her as she gushed on my cock. She finally broke her arms free and pushed me away slightly, overwhelmed at the sensation. I slowed my pace as she wound down until I had a slow, even tempo. “Worth the wait baby?” 

“Ymph”. She couldn’t even get the words out. She pushed me off of her fully now and flipped around. 

She immediately went face down, ass up, spreading her cheeks for me. “You’re a freak” I said, stroking my cock while she looked back at me with pining eyes. She slid her hands up and down her slick, oiled ass, grazing her own asshole. I had tried to avoid causing her any sort of pain today, but she was literally inviting me in. I slid my thumb up to her puckered asshole and made tiny circles while I stuck myself back inside her. Her moans oozed out of her pursed lips as I picked up a good rhythm. “You want your ass toyed, baby?” 

“Yesss” she confirmed. 

With ease I went one knuckle deep. There was no hesitation, nothing but pure desire to be filled. Her creamy pussy was drowning out the sounds of her moans. She threw her head back, her glossy hair whipped onto her back. Another invitation. I took a full grasp of her oiled up hair at the roots and pulled up. Her eyes were pointed towards the ceiling, clenched shut while I grappled her from all angles.

“Yes, YES, YESYESYES” she chanted, fully filled and stuck in heaven being my personal cocksleeve. I was getting close. I sunk my thumb deeper into her and she squealed. Her right leg began to shake. I couldn’t hold it. I sent rope after rope of my cum deep into her pussy.

I slumped over her and removed my grip from both ends. We collapsed and spooned for some aftercare while we caught our breath. I stroked her hair and whispered in her ear. “That was amazing.” “You did so well.” “You make me feel like a God.” “You’re so beautiful and sexy”… I now searched for my own affirmations.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” I asked. She smiled and sighed, pulling me closer into her as she began to doze off.

“Yes…”

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