7 comments/ 23079 views/ 13 favorites The Physio By: EmiCarter I'd been telling my girlfriends about this one the night before - over a few bottles of wine. Ok, maybe it was actually a lot of wine and I was definitely feeling the effects of it today. I was actually still feeling a bit drunk and high on lack of sleep. Otherwise I'm sure events would have gone differently. So, I'd told them, somewhat indiscreetly, about this client - a cute blonde man with a trapped nerve in his lower back that was radiating pain down his right leg. On his first visit, I couldn't help but notice his boxers gaping open granting me a view that was well worth looking at! Even flaccid, that was one big cock. I couldn't take my eyes off it! I don't think he realised I was looking or even that he was on display! I reckon he was in way too much pain to even think about that sort of thing. The next few sessions I had been, somewhat unprofessionally, disappointed to find that he was wearing button-up boxers - maybe he HAD noticed me looking after all. But I could still see the outline of it through the shorts. And, working on his lower back and upper leg, I'd had plenty of opportunity to ogle. For some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about it, about him. I wanted to see it harden and grow. And I knew I had the power in my hands to make that happen. A couple of times, I found myself brushing quite close to it, and I swear I saw a twitch or 2 behind that fabric. That's what I'd been telling the girls about - my obsession with this cock. They'd had a good laugh and said all sorts of inappropriate things, which of course, were now running through my head as the man himself was taking off his jeans and shirt and lying down on my table - face down so I could start working on his back. My friends had painted all sorts of wild and interesting scenarios, all dirty as hell - it was hard to concentrate on my job while those thoughts were running through my mind, and this man was lying helpless on my table in front of me. As my hands worked up his leg, from the foot to the upper thigh, I found myself letting them wander just a bit further than normal, right up to the top of the thigh - one hand on the outside and one hand on the soft inner thigh. So that my hand brushed against his crotch as I got right into the muscle up there. He definitely jumped. And I felt a surge of power and arousal run through me. I moved my hands up to his lower back, working my way back down, sliding his shorts down slightly as my hands moved onto his firm arse - which clenched nicely in response eliciting an answering clench deep inside me. Then it was time for him to turn over so I could work on the front. And there it was - the boxers gaping nicely to display that big cock, now slightly tumescent and even more enticing. I licked my dry lips, unable to tear my eyes away. Cleared my throat, and got to work. But my eyes were drawn again and again and I found my hands gentling of their own accord, my moves becoming more languid than painful. And I could see his cock twitch, harden, and twitch again. My hands moved up his thigh, massaging the muscles, then moved right up his inner thigh, right up into his groin so that it was brushing up against his balls. And I watched in wonder as his cock grew even bigger. I didn't know it was possible to be that big. Biting my lip, breathing heavily, I glanced up at his face, only to see his eyes wide open, watching me watching him. My flushed cheeks flushed even further and I quickly dropped my eyes. But there was evidence in front of me of his arousal, his interest. So I allowed my hand to move ever so slightly over until it was alongside that hunk of man-meat. I heard him gasp, which enboldened me further and I slid my hand right onto it and gave a little squeeze. Then I dropped my head and burrowed into the gaping fabric, searching out his hot flesh with my lips and tongue. His groan was the only encouragement I needed as I drew him out through that gap and ran my tongue over his length. And boy, that was some length! It almost reached his belly button. And the girth, my goodness, it was long and fat and beautiful and I gazed in awe for a moment. Then I dropped my head again and took him in my mouth, sliding my tongue and lips over and around his head. He arched his back, let out another great big groan and I felt that power surging through me again. I could feel my panties, wet against my hot pussy, the spasm coursing right through it. And I thought to myself - I have the power, this is for me, not him - I yanked off my wet panties and simply climbed on top of him, lowering myself slowly, oh so very very slowly onto his huge, smooth, hot head. His eyes nearly popped out of his head in shock and I laughed - drunk on power, feeling sexy and hot and horny as hell. His hands grabbed my hips to pull me down onto him and I gasped as his cock started to stretch me wide open. Never had I felt this, never have I had such a big hard cock inside me. I almost screamed with the pleasure-pain of it pushing into me, so big. Oh, and so long, I just kept sliding on and on with his cock going deeper and deeper, where nothing had ever reached before. I was so wet that it was squelching as it pushed into me and I threw my head back, crying out, overwhelmed with the sensation of being filled right up for the first time in my life. And then it was all in me, and I paused, revelling in the sensation. I lifted myself up, just a bit and pushed back down again, hard, taking the whole length right into me and grinding my clit hard against his pelvis. I spasmed around him and he gasped again. His hands urged me up again, but this was mine to control, not his, so I took my own sweet time, circling my hips, pushing my clit against him, taking my pleasure at my own pace. Then, unexpectedly, I lifted myself right up, far up, so that his cock was right at my entrance and I bobbed up and down there, letting it stretch me wide, my pussy clenching around that smooth hot head. Then I dropped like a stone and he let out a shout of shock and pleasure - and I started to fuck him, that's the only way to describe it. I plunged up and down, grinding my clit against him on every down stroke. His hands lifted to my boobs and I moaned out loud as his fingers found my hard little buttons. And with that, I came, spasming around him, shooting out wet like a man coming, crying out almost in agony, legs shaking unable to lift me so that I could only rock against him, helpless in the throes of the biggest orgasm of my life. He grabbed my hips, pulled me up against him and flipped me over, under him. I could see the pain on his face, from his back, and I felt a twinge of guilt. Then I stopped thinking as he started to fuck me - hard and fast and deep, deeper, as deep as he could go. And my hot, wet pussy softened and sucked him in, all the way. And now I was totally helpless under him as he plunged in and out, his muscles bulging as he held himself over me. And I could feel myself at the edge, starting to go over the edge, then suddenly his body pressed up against me and I felt a finger slide into me, alongside his cock and I screamed in surprise as I started to come, his finger pushing up against that soft spongy spot - I came and came and came, spurting liquid until he was drenched, the paper under us soaked through. and still I kept coming, absolutely helpless under him. His finger inside me, his cock still plunging in and out, his thumb, oh my god, his thumb rubbing my clit as wave after wave of screaming orgasm washed over me. I was crying and laughing and gasping. And then he removed his hand and got to work, fucking me hard and fast, taking his pleasure now, gasping and groaning - the pleasure-pain overwhelming him completely. I slid my hand under him and cupped his balls gently and he let out a moan and came, thrusting hard as he spurted and spurted and spurted into me. His body shook with the force of it, and his hips jerked and jerked, unable to stop. And all the time I was coming again too - all around him spasming and jerking as well, crying out and gripping tightly onto him with my thighs and hands. Not a thought in my head, simply pleasure. We gradually stilled, both still twitching and spasming, and looked at each other. He grinned, his blue eyes sparkling and I grinned back like an idiot. Then he lifted himself off me, very slowly sliding out of me - and I felt such a sense of loss, of emptiness - my pussy stretched to its very limit, now needed to be filled. I became aware of how painfully he was lifting himself up and the guilt surged up as I quickly sat up and helped him. Both of us still grinning like fools, not a word spoken between us. We both dressed ourselves, slowly and shakily. I opened the door for him and as he passed me (still grinning) I simply said, rather huskily: "there'll be no charge for today's session". And he laughed, I giggled and he walked out the door. The Physio Ch. 02 I just can't stop thinking about it - not HIM, just certain parts of his anatomy! I'm walking around in a constant state of arousal - my panties are so wet all the time that my thighs are chafing. I grab every opportunity to bring out my "rabbit" (the best ever vibrator which has little ears that stimulate the clit while you fuck yourself silly with the cock part of it) and have a serious go at myself. I can't stop at just one orgasm - I give myself at least 6. I keep going until my pussy is so bruised and sore and overstimulated that I just have to stop. Then I walk around feeling my muscles spasming with every thought, so turned on that I can virtually come in my pants without even touching myself. Whenever I sit, particularly at my desk, I find myself rubbing up against my trousers (jeans are all I want to wear because they are great for this), pushing down against the seat, having little mini-orgasms right there and then. Sliding my hand down my pants to grip my aching pussy, shoving a finger in, rubbing my clit hard to relieve the ache. My mind is constantly picturing his cock - long and thick and hard, so very very hard. I want it inside me so badly - the vibrator is a poor substitute. And the hands, the thumb... oh! I've had a fair amount of experience, some might even say quite a lot. But I've never experienced that thumb thing. It was just unbelievable, then the fingers sliding in with the cock. Jeepers, that was amazing. I want more. But I also know there cannot be another time. He did call and ask, with a laugh, for another appointment. I had to decline, citing professional issues. He did sound disappointed, but he didn't try again. Just as well, i don't think I could have refused him twice. Even talking to him made me spasm and get even wetter - in fact, I must confess, that my hand did stray to my panties, rubbing myself even as I said no to him. it took me seconds to come that time, the sound of his voice in my ears, the memory sharp as if it was all happening again. In the midst of all this, I have discovered that I'm not the only one in my circle that has been unfaithful. I was quite shocked as it all came out. It seems I live in Wisteria Lane with the Desperate Housewives lining up for a bit of cock every weekend. No long term affairs, just hot one night stands, usually with married men so there's no risk of strings. Wow. I seriously had no idea. They've invited me to go out with them tonight. And I think I just might. Not with the intention of fucking a stranger, but just to get out of the house where I'm climbing the walls with frustration to a place where I can watch, and possibly learn or at the very least, just sit and fantasise in peace. So now here I am - it's a rather dark, somewhat dingy pub. Pretty packed. A couple of pool tables (which remind me of my physio bed and THAT encounter, making my panties moisten even more), a bar, some tables and lots of dark corners that seem to be quite well occupied. Couples are making out all over the place. It's not exactly like an orgy, but it's as near as dammit! The air is thick with lust, rank with the smell of it - it's not only a visual feast but a feast of all the senses. I had no idea such places existed. I actually feel innocent, probably for the first time in my life! It's not long before my friends are hooking up with some rather tasty men. I note their ring fingers, the gold bands giving a lie to what they are doing, to their vows. I quietly sit at a table in a dark corner, watching. I can't help but feel turned on by what is going on around me and I squirm and shift uncomfortably in my seat to try and ease the ache between my legs. And then I see him - he's standing at the bar with a couple of mates drinking his beer, ignoring all the goings-on around him. They are clearly not there on the pull, but out for a drink and to play some pool. I watch as they walk over to the pool table, my eyes straying to his crotch where I can distinctly see his package outlined by his jeans. Oh god, my pussy is aching, and I find myself rubbing against the chair beneath me. Breathless, I gaze at him, wondering what to do. And as if he can feel the heat of my gaze, he looks up, straight at me. I blush, but his face lights up, his blue eyes sparkle as he gives me an enormous grin. He says something to his mates, hands over his pool cue and makes a beeline for my table. I feel like a rabbit trapped in the headlights - my heart is pounding and my breath coming in gasps. As he reaches me, he holds out his hand and, mesmerized, I take it and stand. There is no need for words between us - we're not there to get to know each other, just to satisfy our greed for each other. He glances around then heads for the exit - at the door he turns to me and says: "do you trust me?", I nod and we turn and leave the pub together. He takes me around the corner to his car, which is parked in the alley behind the pub. He turns and grabs me, pulling me up against him, grinding his hips against me so that I can feel his hardness. Oh! He's as turned on as me. His lips descend onto mine and all thought stops. I can feel the bonnet of the car pressing into my arse, his hard cock pushing against my stomach and his tongue exploring my mouth. My tongue responds, playing with his, sliding into his mouth, my teeth nibbling lightly on his lip. He groans and tightens his grip on me. Then he lifts me up and deposits me on top of the bonnet. He parts my legs and moves into the space between them. Now, when he grinds his hardness against me, it's right on my pussy and I gasp and let out a moan. His hands are on my arse, pulling my pussy against him as he dry humps me. I feel like a teenager, my pussy is spasming again and I feel like I"m going to come, just like that. His lips are travelling down my neck, sending goose bumps travelling over my body, making my nipples harden into twin peaks, pressing against the lace of my bra almost painfully. His mouth moves further down, tracing a trail down between my breasts, my buttons popping open one by one has his hands precede his tongue. He pulls my shirt open and lifts his head to look down at my breasts. What I see in his eyes makes me gasp out loud and thrust myself hard against his cock. His head descends and he mouths my one nipple through the lace. Oh! the roughness of the lace, the smooth wetness of his tongue. My hips are moving in a rhythm as old as time, totally unconsciously. The fingers of his other hand tease my other nipple through the lace, then disappears. Then I feel my bra magically loosening under his busy hands, push the straps from my shoulders and gently remove the bra. Again, he looks down at my tits, and I feel like the sexiest woman alive as his appreciation shows in his gleaming eyes and wicked grin. His big hands cup a titty each, and bring them together so that he can lick and suck and nip at them both at the same time. I am almost mindless with pleasure, writhing on the bonnet, grinding my clit against him. I need more, and I need it now. My hand slides down his chest, and further down to where his giant cock is pushing and straining against his zipper. I slide my hand over him and am rewarded with him letting loose a groan against my nipples. I can't wait any longer, I fumble with his zipper, manage to get it open and yank down his pants and his boxers (yes, THOSE boxers). His cock springs free - as long and thick and hard as I remembered. It was not my imagination blowing things out of proportion at all. I close my hand around him and he flinches and moans. Oh god, I think I'm going to come, touching him is making me spasm and clench like mad. His lips have left my nipples bereft but he pulls me to him, my little buttons pressing against the fabric covering his hard chest. He rips his shirt open and pulls my nipples against his skin. Oh my god. His mouth covers mine again and his cock presses up against my wet wet panties as his hand slides down my back, down my outer thigh then back up the inner thigh, lifting my skirt as it skims up and up. Then he steps back and looks down at what his hands have revealed, I am exposed in all my glory, feeling grateful that I'd bothered to put on my laciest, tiniest little panties even though I was not planning on anyone seeing them! He runs his fingers lightly over my mound, down to the lips, dabbing a finger into the wetness soaking through my panties. Then he puts his finger to his mouth, all the while holding my gaze and tastes my juices. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen and I gasp out loud. My hand is still holding his cock, and I can feel it jumping, the moisture running out of the tip. My thumb rubs over the smooth hot head, spreading the drops of pre-cum it finds there around the sensitive tip of his head. He groans again, his hand possessively cupping my pussy then his fingers are sneaking around the side of my panties, lifting the elastic and sliding slowly right into me. My fingers clench around him and we both moan out loud. Its more than we can take. He lifts up my arse from the bonnet and in one smooth move rips off my dripping panties. Then he grabs his cock in one hand pulls me up against him with the other and shoves his cock into my hot wet aching pussy. I arch backwards, teeth clamped hard on my lip so that a trickle of blood escapes. He pulls me close as his cock slides in, and in, and in. My lips are stretching so wide, my muscles spasming around his hard hard big cock. And then he's all the way in, our groins pressed up against each other, so close that our pubes are tangling. And we pause, savouring the feeling that we'd both wanted so much. Then I rock against him, rubbing my clit up against his pubic bone and he pulls back, almost all the way out, then slams it into me. Oh god, I moan, harder fuck me hard please, fill me up. And he does, hard and fast,slamming into me, pressing me against the hard metal, in and out. Of its own accord, my hand moves down to my clit and my fingers press against it and with that I come, and come, and come. My whole body is shaking, I want to scream out loud, but manage to keep my teeth firmly on my bottom lip. I moan and writhe, spasming deep inside around him, shuddering and when I open my eyes, i can see from his face that he's fighting hard against his own imminent orgasm. My hips gradually stop writhing and his grimace reduces though not the pounding of his cock, in and out my wet, spasming pussy. Then he suddenly stops, pulls out and flips me over so that I'm lying face down with my arse up. And in one smooth move he lifts up my hips and slides his hard wet cock between my lips and right into me. it's all I can do to keep from screaming out loud. He's slamming into me now, holding my hips pulling me hard into him as he pumps against me, into me. And just like that I'm coming again, involuntarily crying out as my muscles clench around him and I can feel him starting to come, his hips jerking into me, fingers digging into my hips, groaning deeply, gruffly. We collapse onto the bonnet and he pulls himself out of me, gently turns me towards him and holds me close and kisses me. Just as well he's holding me as my legs are shuddering so badly that I don't think they could support me. We rest for a moment against each other, catching our breath. Then we start to tidy ourselves up - clothes, underwear, hair... glancing around I think how lucky we are that we were not witnessed as I don't think we would have noticed at all. A drink, he asks. I nod shakily and we return to the bar - popping into the Ladies quickly so i can tidy myself up properly, wipe up the wet and cum seeping out of me, wash my hands and fix my face. I see the hectic pink colouring on my face and am grateful that my girlfriends are all otherwise occupied otherwise they would surely know what I'd been up to! The Physio Ch. 1 This is our first attempt, so feedback would be appreciated. * * * * * For the summer I decided that I needed to be a bit fitter, so took up touch rugby, which was something I had always wanted to do. I gathered some friends up and entered a work team. I had not had a boyfriend for some time, but rather enjoyed looking at the muscular and athletic types I played against. Their lycra sticking to all curves. My luck was to change for the better, although at the time it didn’t seem so. One evening I was running with the ball and I got literally bowled over by this handsome guy. When I stood I realized I had strained or pulled something in my left leg. He looked at me for which seemed an eternity and then asked if I was okay. He grasped my leg and started to examine it. As luck would have it, he was just filling in for his brother’s team and was actually a physiotherapist by occupation. He offered to treat me for the injury as he had caused it himself. It was about 10.30am when I arrived at the clinic. There were photos mounted on the wall of all the staff. I located Paul and went into wait. His photograph reminded me of how gorgeous he was again. I waited only a short time before the receptionist called me into the room. There was Paul. He stood up and shook my hand, apologizing sincerely for his clumsiness the night before. He was a perfect height, about 6 foot 2. He had a mop of dark hair and the most beautiful blue eyes. His eyelashes seemed to go on forever. His handgrip was firm and I trembled as he put his hand on my shoulder and asked me to make myself comfortable on the physio bench. I had not allowed for the height of the table. I had got up onto it quickly and now the seam of my shorts was rubbing on my hard clit. My cunt was feeling very moist. He still hadn’t even looked at my leg. I turned over to lie on my chest. Paul began to massage my leg. It felt so good. He spoke gently and was so good at explaining all the fine little details of what my injury was. I tried hard to listen but all the time I was mesmerized by his touch and his voice. His touch was so gentle, yet erotic. Even though I knew he was just doing his job, I couldn’t ignore the growing sensation between my legs. I was jolted out of my trance when I felt Paul’s hand move over the strained muscle. He apologized for the pain but continued massaging my leg, slowly moving up my thigh. My pussy felt so wet now and I felt for sure that he would be able to see a wet patch on my shorts. His hands moved further up my leg until they were no more than 3 inches from my panty line. God Paul knew how to please a woman. How could he not see how aroused I was? I felt as if my clit was bursting. With that Paul stopped massaging my leg. "We’ll need to book you in for another session he said. It’s quite a bad strain you have there" I reluctantly rose from the bench, thanked Paul very much, and left. I quickly got home and tore my shorts off. God my clit was burning like never before. I rubbed two fingers over my clit and plunged two fingers into my wet cunt. I then replaced my fingers with my vibrator, imagining that it was Paul’s cock. Fantasizing about fucking Paul quickly brought me to the most wonderful orgasm I’ve ever had. I screamed out and pushed the vibrator deep inside of my cunt. Maybe next appointment I’m going to need to be more direct. Men can be so thick at times. What do you think? The Physio Ch. 2 My next appointment was the following day, which gave me little time to devise a plan. How could I seduce Paul, without being too forward? I mean I know I’m desperate for a fucking but I don’t want him to know that. I decided to wear clothes that would accentuate my figure. I’m no beauty model but I try to keep myself in good shape. I chose a nice short tennis skirt with white lace knickers. That way Paul would have easy access to my muscle strain (and hopefully more if he got the hint). I wore a sexy red bra which in reality was a couple sizes too small for my D-cup breasts. As I put it on I couldn’t resist running my fingers over my hardening nipples. God I swear I could smell Paul already. Finally I put on a white T-shirt. See through but not enough to be tarty. I arrived at the clinic and was shown through into Paul’s room. On entering the room, he looked up from his desk, his sexy blue eyes already making my heart melt. I swear I saw him examining my breasts as they tried to spill out of the bra. I could feel my nipples begin to harden. He must be able to tell. Why is it that men can be so blind sometimes? He asked me to lie down on the table. I did so, ensuring that my skirt rode up far enough for Paul to see my inner thighs. He began massaging my leg, again apologizing for hurting it. Not only was he sexy but also a gentleman. Unfortunately he was too much the gentleman and soon my massage was over. But as a result of the massage my leg had gone numb. When I went to hop off the bed my leg gave way, sending me tumbling to the ground. Paul quickly reached down to pick me up. His hand brushing my now swollen chest. His eyes met mine and I decided that now was my opportunity. If I didn’t act now Paul would never know how much I liked him. As we looked into each others eyes I placed my lips against his. To my surprise he kissed me back. I felt like I was melting as Paul’s tongue pushed against my lips. Paul lifted me up and placed me on the table, kissing me passionately the whole time. I looked down and saw a growing bulge in his pants. Reaching down I pulled on his zip. Placing my hand on his boxers I eased them aside and placed my hand on his now hard cock. I couldn’t see it but it felt huge. Paul stepped back and removed his pants ad boxers revealing a huge 9 inches of cock. He stepped forward again and I took his tool in my hand as we continued our passionate kissing. I pushed Paul away and bending down, took Paul’s cock into my mouth. I started slowly by licking from his balls up to his head. His head twitched as my tongue swept over it. All Paul could do was moan. Slowly I took his cock into my mouth, inch by inch, until about 5 inches of it was inside my mouth. Then slowly I began pumping his cock, licking his purple head at the same time. Paul placed his hands upon my head, encouraging me to take his tool deeper. I started to increase my pace at Paul’s insistence. I could sense that he was near to cumming. I reached between his legs and ran a finger over Paul’s tight asshole. I felt his cock quiver in my mouth. Then I gently pushed a finger into his ass. Gently at first as I didn’t want him to cum too soon. But quickly Paul began thrusting his cock into my mouth and pushing his ass down onto my finger. His groans became louder. I was sure his nurse would be able to hear. Then I felt his cock expand and a torrent of white salty cum poured into my mouth. Too much for me to swallow. I let some drip down my chin while looking into Paulo’s blue eyes. He pulled me up as kissed me passionately on the lips, again probing my mouth with his tongue. “The least I can do is take you out for dinner," he said. I can’t wait. I’ve provided the entree, now for the main. You see all men need is a little encouragement.