The marathon

I did it! I had finally completed my first marathon, all 26 miles! It had been a year since my father died, an Olympic cross country runner and marathon runner, and at 19 I wanted to live up to his glory.

I was exhausted, sweat soaked to the bone and my legs felt as if they would just fall off, but most of all I was proud I could complete it even if I did hurt.

With the crowd cheering and people blowing kazoos and general chatter, I was looking at the booths set-up after the finish line, I wasn't the first one across the line so many people were lined up at booths and getting water or sitting on the ground in the shade.

In the corner of my eye I saw a booth with a sign outside reading MASSAGE -- Good Run Down.

Looking at it and feeling my legs hurting it was definitely something I could use right now.

I enter into the tent, it was hot snd humid inside a few fans were running attempting to beat the heat, it was failing miserably.

The inside was white just like the outside of the tent, the smell i side was decent enough a vanilla lemon? I couldn't place the other smell, but it was definitely a strong vanilla. I could see an area partitioned off with a make shift cloth, there was other rooms, each with a flat table with a face hole.

The curtained-off room suddenly had a voice coming out "congratulations on finishing, just lay down and I'll be with you in a moment. There's some water and electrolyte drinks in the cooler."

I found it weird that the man could've ever possibly hear me enter, maybe his ears are just that sensitive.

And so I made my way to the cooler and grabbed a cold water drinking it as I made my way to one of the tables, the tent was hot and it still made me sweat even with one of the fans hitting my sweaty clothes. But hell it was still better than standing outside in the direct sunlight.

I lay face down on the table, after a few minutes I could feel myself nodding off, until a strong hand touched my leg which made me jerk it away and jump "sorry, should've warned you, just relax, how was the marathon?" A strong European man's accent came through.

"It was great, I'm glad I was able to finish, those last few miles I really pushed myself." I said relaxing back on the table as his hands moved up and down my calf.

"With legs like these, were there really any doubts you'd finish"

I blushed hard at the compliment "well thank you, but it was my first marathon so I wasn't sure if I could actually do it"

" Your first marathon? Then I should give you the special massage"

"special massage? What's that?" I said with nervousness in my tone.

"you'll see in a moment. Just let me take off your shoe's and socks"

I felt his finger glide slowly down from the back of my knees to my shoes, gently he pulled my shoes and socks off.

I felt a cold wash cloth gently going over my feet, lingering over every sore spot, and by the god's does it feel good in this heat to have such a cold wash cloth on me. He moves up my calves and hamstring, he stops and I hear him walks a few steps then back towards and drops a towel over my ass and upper thigh.

"I'm going to take off your shorts now, so just relax" he said in his sexy sensual European accent.

"i-is that really necessary?" I ask with my throat catching.

"it is if you want the special massage" I could almost feel his grin.

"Okay fine" I say lifting my ass and him immediately pulling off my Nike shorts and then pulling down my panties.

"Wow! There soaked" he said with a bit of joking sarcasm.

"Of course they're soaked... I just ran 26 miles. You know, I don't think I want a massage anyway" I begin to lift up to get off the table when his strong hand pushed against my back making me go face first back into the table.

"Hey, just relax I was only joking. I know it's just from the run" he held his hand against my back as he spoke.

"Just let me up, I just want to go home and take a shower now" I push trying to get up but his hand doesn't budge at all.

"I don't think so, I said you were getting a special massage.

I just gave up and nod my head, he yanks the towel off of my ass and throw it to the ground. He grabs my arm's and tie them into the leather straps I had not see on the legs of the table.

"WHAT ARE Y----?!" I say loudly but he sticks my sweaty sock in my mouth which makes me gag hard and dry heave.

"ERHMMM!!!"

"Shut up little runner. No one will be able to hear you anyway"

I know it's true, with the cheering for the runners, the chatter and music going, there was no way for anyone to hear my wails, I was in a terrible twisted nightmare that I had put myself into, all because I wanted to be a marathoner.

I feel the cold dripping wet wash cloth on my ass gently rubbing my ass cheeks and crack, I could feel the ice cold water trickling down my ass onto my pussy lips. "This feels good doesn't it" he said with a tone of lust.

I shake my head no.

He placed his hand on my ass, then his other hand on the back of my right thigh. His hand on my thigh slowly making it way down my leg, I go to kick back at him but his hand on my ass lifts up and smacks my ass hard making me whimper.

"Don't you fucking move!"

I take a deep breath through my nose trying not to get nauseous from my sweaty sock. I couldn't believe but I had no fight in me, my legs hurt and now my ass, and the awful smell of my own sweaty sock was the final cherry on top to make me obey him.

"Now be a good girl and spread your legs open"

I spread my legs quickly, my head couldn't believe it but my pussy was starting to drip with juice, I couldn't be, it was as if I had been hypnotized, or maybe it was sweat? God i don't know, I'll just tell myself that it's sweat.

"Such a good girl" both of his hands moved to my ass squeezing it hard, with my sore muscles from the marathon it felt good to have it squeezed. "Your muscles sure are tight, is your pussy just as tight?" he asked out loud as his left hand moved towards my pussy and pressed his thumb against my clit all the while he massaged my ass.

"Your pussy is completely soaked and it's not just the sweat from the race is it?"

I shook my head no and he rewarded me with moving his thumb into my pussy but not moving it. "Don't you move, I'll decide when to make you orgasm"

I was gushing and he only had his thumb in me, when had I become so naughty, I've never had sex before and this was feeling amazing.

"Lift your ass off the table" he spoke giving my ass a light spank and pulled his thumb out of my pussy.

I quickly complied and lifted my ass up into the air till I was on my knees and my face was down. "Good" he said pushing his index and middle finger into my pussy pushing in and out, all I could do is moan into my sweaty sock gag.

"You better not cum until I say so little runner, I'm sure you realize I'm going to fuck you, you'll cum whenever I'm inside you and then I'll pull out and cum into your mouth, and you'll swallow"

All I could do is nod my head yes, my virgin pussy quivered with anticipation.

He removed his finger from my pussy but it was quickly replaced with his cock pressing in, and breaking my hymen in one hit. I cried out in pain with slight tears in my eyes as he began to thrust in and out of my now deflowered pussy.

He massaged my ass as we fucked, his hands running up my back making me feel great, I don't know how long he fucked me for but I suddenly heard his voice.

"I want you to cum for me right now, you hear me little runner" his cock hitting across my a sweet spot a few times making me moan against the sock gag. But words making me feel something, making me cum harder then I ever had when playing with myself.

"Good girl, I'm going pull out and cum in your mouth and you'll swallow every single drop" he pulled out and you could almost hear the grin grow on his face as he looked down "so you were a virgin runner"

All I could do was nod my head as he moved to the front of the table and removed the sock from my mouth and immediately replace it with his pussy juice and virgin blood cover cock into my mouth.

I greedily lap and suck at his cock, having only sucked pussy juice from my fingers before, it actually tasted better from a cock but it made me think for a moment that if he did it with me, then he's probably been doing it with every girl who came in here. "That's a good girl. After I cum, swallow it all and tell me your name and the next marathon you'll be running at. And don't look at me"

All of a sudden it comes to me that I had never even seen his face, at that time he grabbed a fist of my hair and pushed his cock further into my mouth and came, I attempted to swallowed it all hungrily. I feel his cock twitch as he pulls it out of my mouth. He shoots a rope onto the bridge of my nose and across my lip.

"Ahrghhh, that's a good girl. Good job swallowing all of that cum, little runner."

With my mouth finally free of anything I lick my lip's and swallow that piece of cum. "I'm Sarah and I'll be running at the New York Marathon"

"I'll see you in new York then" he said as I hear him walking away.

New York, that was months away.

How could I make it until then?

Why did I even tell him?

Will I do this again?