Choosing a physiotherapist is definitely more difficult than choosing an erotic masseuse. It seems that the main thing is that she is a professional. On the other hand – look, what a beautiful girl, maybe combine the useful with the pleasant? I was tormented by doubts, but the receptionist decided everything for me. And for her too.
As soon as you enter the therapist’s office (those who have been to physiotherapists will know what I’m talking about), you usually feel a strange feeling of shyness – all kinds of decorations, a table, rings, balls, mats, such an intimate atmosphere, and in the summer – it’s also hot. I came in knocking, my eyes stung and quite confused (I had no idea what she would do with me here), after a while I raised my eyes and saw her!
I smiled like the sunshine outside the window.
***
I guess such chairs are very healthy, without a backrest on wheels, a seat in the shape of an ass, on such a small bench she was sitting at the computer, with her back elegantly arched and her legs bent at the knees, her feet covering the wheels. Similar to professional dancers with exaggeratedly precise and sharp dance movements, she, in my opinion, sat exaggeratedly “physiotherapeutically” straight, even almost stiff. Blonde, so slim she seemed fragile, but precise posture, shoulders back, small, shapely breasts pushing under a striped fabric t-shirt, black sweatpants, brown eyes. Going through the registration procedure, she seemed so unsure, a little shy avoiding looking me in the eyes, writing down the details and insurance. I was anxiously waiting to see what would happen next. All my shyness was taken away, seeing such a beauty in front of me and still behaving so insecurely.
Now I had to take off your shirt. Uhhh, it was the middle of summer, I was well tanned in the sun, there was nothing to be ashamed of, but the feelings, I must admit, were strange. The room was spacious, big windows, bright green summer and heat outside, one window was open. She asked me to lie down on the massage table in the middle of the room, the electric motor lifted me off the ground, I lay with my face in that funny hole in the head area, it felt like in the movies.
And then she showed her hidden power. Her soft, narrow hands dug into my shoulders, I was inwardly (and certainly outwardly) squirming like a stinging wasp, it was … ahem, painfully pleasant, she seemed to be touching the electrical connections in my body, it wasn’t even a massage, such a small torment with such a pleasant tormentor. After cracking my back and neck vertebrae, she made me turn onto my back. Made me, ha! She rather asked quietly but domineeringly.
I already enjoyed the process, I was ready for all that this beautiful creature had to offer.
***
Now, lying on my back, I watched her. Standing behind my head, she gripped my shoulders, her soft, thin hands gripped me like that, incredibly strong and sharp, I couldn’t help but moan in pain at other times, but her virginal body leaning over me smelled sweet, the contours of her body, hidden so very inappropriately in a proper, non-challenging top, but still there was a kind of electrified erotica in everything, maybe it was only conjured up by my corrupted mind.
This was followed by sling therapy, where the head is hung on the skipping ropes and ridiculously rocked as if the stone of the sling equipment before the throw. Now her movements became caressingly gentle, I opened all my chakras to absorb her energy, which I felt flowing through her palms. It wasn’t the kind of sexual energy that a masseuse gave in an erotic massage parlor, this one was therapeutic, but the doctor was too attractive for me to take it as just a massage.
Half an hour flew by. I was relaxed, kneaded, and twisted, it felt great! I got off the “punishment bed” and put on a shirt. She was writing something on the computer calendar, this time not sitting down, but standing with straight legs bent forward at the computer monitor, turning her little ass towards me, unsupervised.
Oh how I blushed just from the thoughts that came to mind at that moment. And what if she likes it? And what if she hits me? I held on, shooke it off and after a while we said goodbye. Till the next week.
***
Hooow I waited the next time, you understand, there’s no doubt. I even dressed up to go to her. Again, the registration was awkward, the feeling that she doesn’t remember me, that everything is happening as if we were meeting for the first time. She was dressed as restrained as the last time, but her beautiful figure could not be hidden under her clothes. The procedure was similar this time too, painfully similar. And yet the anesthetic of her fluids made me as soft as ripe dough in a clay bowl (the table was clay colored, by the way). And I watched her so much at work, her slender fair neck over which fell curls of short blonde hair, her slender waist, her small breasts confined in a tightly restrained bra, her slender legs.
As she lowered the massage bed to the ground and let me get off, this time she turned to pick up the rolled up paper cover on the bed I had just been lying on. Again, with such stiff precision, straight back, she leaned forward, but this time I was too close and she pulled me to her with an invisible gravity like a stray asteroid is drawn to a bright star.
I placed my hand on her stretched black pants just where they split downwards, revealing the slender contours of her bottom. I put my hand and firmly pressed my palm to her crotch from behind. Her hidden power had come to me, only I materialized it in a very primitive way – I lusted after her!
***
My fingers disappeared between her legs, I pushed so hard I thought I was going to lift her off the ground. She gasped loudly in surprise, leaned back sharply and tried to break free, but I wouldn’t let her. I pushed my hips against her ass pinning her to the bed, it was massive and wouldn’t budge even with two of us pushing against it with all our might. She tried to turn around with her hands on my sides, but I didn’t allow that either. With one hand around her hips, with the other against her will, I bent her forward again, pressing her breasts into the soft massage bed, standing still. The hand that was on her hip quickly pulled down the black sweatpants, revealing a white thong. A second later they were also pulled down, and now she was in front of me bare ass, slightly resisting, but also trusting.
I tried not to think about the trouble I was getting myself into, I let myself enjoy my power over her. My hand slipped between the curves of her bottom again, but now there were no clothes between us. I felt her heat, parted her tender crotch and stuck a finger into her, then another, slowly moving my hand deeper and hearing her moan again and try to break out. I put my thumb on her anus, tempting myself with the thought of pressing it tighter, but not hurting her.
I felt that she wasn’t resisting so much anymore, she seemed to be resigned, so I let go of the tight grip that was holding her down and now I had both hands, I was able to slide the black pants and panties all the way down, releasing her of them. I spread her legs, kneeling in front of her. She had bent her ass so hard that her labia opened to my view as if beckoning, and I gave in to the call. Plunging my face into her from behind, I pushed as hard as I could to get my tongue deeper into the depths of pleasure. Spreading the roundness of her ass with my hands, I sank into her, but felt her squirm. “It’s all over!” I thought in horror, but she just turned to me, leaned her ass against the edge of the massage couch and lifted one leg, bending it at the knee and placing her foot on the edge of the bed.
Well, her clean-shaven crotch was completely at my disposal, lips parted like petals. She leaned her hips forward a little more and I sucked on her like a flower full of honey, teasing the round pink bud at the very top of the slit with my tongue. And she dodged again, only this time she rushed to the door to lock it. Well, there were no more obstacles for me, she had said yes. Like a delicate doe, with bare feet and slender, thin legs, she skipped a few steps from the door back to the love bed, still wearing a white shirt that straightened to cover her bare crotch. She came to me, unbuttoned my pants and pulled out my hot member, holding it in her hand and rubbing it so skillfully that I too gave in to the pleasure. But just for a moment, I again felt that strong desire to rule inside me, which crossed the line of decency, I wanted to have her, to fuck her, here, now, without reservation, and hard. Having taken off my pants, I stood completely naked, she was beside me, blushing, not speaking.
***
Only from behind does a woman really give herself to a man. Again I pushed her with her face into the massage bed, standing up I entered her from behind. So narrow was the space reserved for my thing, so hot, so slippery. I spread her with force and rammed deep into her until it stopped. She moaned passionately in response and moaned with each of my thrusts so loudly that I leaned forward and put my hand over her mouth. Bending over, I continued thrusting into her, and I felt how she was tightening her vagina, how she was increasing her already crazy pleasure. I throbbed inside her, leaning back and taking her hands behind her back, thrusting into her, sparing my strength and hers.
I felt the moment approaching again when I no longer controlled myself, I worked with terrible force and speed, crashing into her virgin body with cruelty, subduing her, making her and the whole room fill with tension. Both of my hands now gripped her small, white ass, holding her close to me. Holding her in front of my power so I can thrust deep and mercilessly over and over, listening to the sound of pleasure as I watch her slender body thrust against the bed.
And then I finished. Running the last few meters with my eyes closed, I managed to pull myself away from her to see how the sperm was shooting over her ass, on her back, her shirt, and also hitting the hole in her ass, where I so wanted to penetrate with my finger a moment ago. As if in a trance, I continued to rub my cock vigorously until all the pleasure, all my stored energy was poured out on her delicate, panting body. Meanwhile, the other hand sank back into her wet crotch. My fingers massaged her while she finished, wetness splashing on the floor in a stream… And when I finally stopped, she leaned back, turned to me, but without even giving me a kiss, dropped to her knees and took my still hard thing into her mouth, gently sucking and swallowing the last of the seed drops.
After cleaning everything, she got up. She panted excitedly. My physical therapist was flushed and flustered. Her body trembled and her soft crotch like a magnet continued to lure me. Then she bent down to get her clothes and got dressed right there in front of my eyes. And went to the computer to sign me up for the next visit.
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