3 comments/ 32665 views/ 12 favorites Hand-Therapy Foot Job By: milfleglover I'd hurt my right hand skiing, nothing too serious but enough to put me in a cast for a few weeks, then a smaller hand splint. The thumb was coming along, stiff as hell, but helped along by regularly weekly sessions with Shelley, a hand therapist, and rather attractive woman for her age, with short blonde hair, thick but fit body, a gal probably in her mid-50s or so. Me, I'm 32, physically fit and hurting myself from time to time as a result. I've always had a thing for older women like Shelley, pretty but not overpoweringly beautiful, with a great smile and body. And feet. OK, I like feet, shapely, smooth, sexy feet, and one early morning with Shelley, something happened that only solidified my long-time fetish and made me ache for more. The one main drawback to having an immobilized hand was it's my whack hand, to be honest. I'm young, single, and have frequent sex, but also jack off a fair amount of times and going leftie wasn't cutting it. Yes, it's true, switching hands DOES feel like someone else, but even that gets old and you need your rightie buddy to do the job right. I'd met with Shelley at the end of a long week of too much work and not enough tug time, meaning none. I was seriously horny that morning when I showed up for my appointment at 6:45; the clinic opened very early to accommodate working stiffs like me, and this day, Shelley was the only one there, and would be until 7:30. She looked gorgeous that morning, her short hair pulled back highlighting her Germanic features, her face full but mostly free of wrinkles, green eyes friendly, and that smile just killer. She wore the usual pleasantly blue smock/pants outfit, clinging to her Rubenesque, older-woman body, and below that, sandals revealing the most perfect feet I'd ever seen. OK, that may be overstating it a bit, but that day I hadn't had release in about a week, so Shelley's feet, smooth, creamy, white, with wickedly shapely toes and red polish on the nails, were driving me fucking nuts. We sat and chatted as she worked my thumb, oiling it up and massaging it -- and my thumb, taking firm, long strokes which did nothing to alleviate my sexual stress, particularly because through the clear-top work station I could look down and see those gorgeous feet below, the tendons flexing under her milky foot skin as she moved, planting her feet to put pressure into the massage she was giving me. And was giving me a boner. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. "Are you OK?" she said with that kind smile. "You seem a little fidgety." "No, nothing really...that feels good, really good, I'm ok," I stammered. She stroked my thumb more, me watching her sexy, strong fingers at work, and those impossibly sexy feet beneath, looking into my eyes with that perfect smile on her lips. "Tell me, Scott," she asked. "Are you having any difficulties performing your usual tasks with your right hand?" I knew she couldn't possibly mean jerking off but my mind raced, reading into things the way all men do, a fleeting thought given to her and I fucking right there on the table. But I shook the thought away, shaking my head. "Well, no, not really, I mean..well....sometimes..but no...nothing serious.." She stroked harder, smiled more warmly, moved her feet to the side giving me a better view of them. With her free hand, she reached under to pull up her pant legs to the knees, revealing a solid pair of MILF calves, muscular, fleshy, smooth. "It's a little warm in her until the AC comes on," she said logically, a perfect reason to cool off those legs and feet, I figured. "Now, what do you mean, sometimes? What activities are curtailed?" "Uh...." I said, not meaning to pause as long as I did. "Well...it's silly, really, I mean...it's nothing...uh...that can't wait...." She smiled, and now held my right wrist in one hand, encircling my thumb with her other fingers, stroking hard, long and very slowly, as if jerking a small cock. Mine, not small btw, pulsated in my jeans. If I had to stand now, I'd be screwed. "Such as?" she asked, letting the words linger, cocking her head slightly, a seemingly knowing smile on that pretty MILF face. "Scott, I'm your therapist, whatever you tell me is confidential. And as your therapist, I need to know these things." I couldn't speak, too far gone, caught up in the feeling of watching her jerk off my thumb and looking down at those calves and feet. "OK, allow me if I may be so bold," she said firmly, that smile on her lips. "Does your hand injury impede your ability to masturbate?" Now that she identified the elephant in the room, I felt great relief, and ensuing shame. Sure, we all jerk off, but who talks about it, especially to a pretty therapist? Fantasy is one thing, and in mine, we'd be fucking already. But reality shut me up, red faced. She had her answer. "Ah, I see," she said, continuing to stroke my thumb. "Well, there are other ways, you know. Using your other hand, which you've no doubt done and likely not found terribly satisfactory." She was nailing it left and right. I could only stare down, those feet tensed below as she wiggled her toes, the instep fluid and alive, tendons jumping. "For example, feet," she said plainly, jerking my gaze to her face, calm and smiling. "M....my feet?" I asked stupidly, trying to configure how I could do that without pulling a groin. "No, silly boy," she laughed softly. "Someone else's feet..." The silence that ensued was broken only by the squishy thumb job she was giving me -- and the small groan that escaped my lips. "Scott, I'm a qualified therapist, trained to give my clients optimal results," she said more firmly now, eyes flashing at mine. "And that would include alleviating your sexual stress by utilizing my feet to satisfy your masturbatory needs." "Well," I smiled weakly, looking down to watch her slowly slip out of her sandals and run those incredible feet up the insides of my calves, spreading them, "when you put it that clinically...." It was like a dream. Shelley, never taking her eyes off mine or hand off my thumb, stroked my inner thighs and then my stiff cock aching in my jeans. I don't know how she did it, training perhaps or intuition, but she undid my belt and pants button with her toes, then curled them around my pants and pulled them open, my engorged cock springing free, a huge dollop of precum that had welled in the head shooting off and striping a clear liquid path on her sexy left shin. "Oh, my," she said with a giggle. "You are so ready! How long?" "Uh...about a week," I groaned, looking down and watching those silky insteps clamp around my hard cock, heels and the balls of her feet joining on either side, my dick a total, blissful prisoner of her achingly soft soles. "Then this shouldn't take terribly long," she sighed. It didn't, much as I wished this could last forever, but time was pressing and others would soon be in. I looked into her gentle eyes as she stroked my thumb and my cock, then looked down for the visual stimulation that would put me over the edge. I watched those muscular MILF calves ball in muscle as she worked, watched those silken insteps wrinkle and flex around my dick, watched her heels none-too-gently slap off my bloated balls as she worked me, hurting me in that delicious way men love when having their balls abused. She read my mind. "Are my feet hurting your testicles?" she giggled. "I surely hope so, some men like that and I think you're one of them." "Oh hell yes, Shelley, yes!" I groaned. She continued to jerk my dick in her marvelous feet, those toes laced together, the red shine of her nails glistening in the light now streaming through the clinic window, those heels pressed together. I watched those calves ripple and roll under her snow-white skin. She read me again. "My calves are very strong, enabling me to do this sort of foot therapy without tiring easily," she cooed proudly. "Do you like my calves, Scott? And my feet? Does it feel good, doing this?" She knew the answer and reveled in hearing it, as I gushed in hushed screams, "Oh, GOD YES SHELLEY YOUR FEET ARE MAGIC!!!" "Good, Scott, good," she said with a broad grin. "Now ejaculate, be a good boy, and ejaculate for your therapist's feet!" Like I needed to be told. I exploded like I've never exploded before, the first few blasts smashing up into the glass table bottom, then lacing up her scissoring shins and calves, thick ropes splashing on the soft flesh, the remaining jets oozing out and down my cock to completely soak the insteps, every inch covered in cum as she slowly abated her stroking, the squishy sound filling the air around my staccato grunts of ecstasy. She worked the last drops out, squeezing harder, a pillow blob of cum bubbling out of the head. "Wow," she groaned. "That was a huge amount of ejaculate and I must say, the biggest I've seen in all my years on the job." "You...you do this often?" I said, breathlessly. "As often as necessary, dear boy, as often as necessary," she sighed, now releasing my thumb to get a towel and hold it under the table. "Now be a good patient and clean your ejaculate from my shins, calves and feet, would you?" I moaned, reaching under the table as she released my thumb, rubbing the towel up and down her shins, wiping the clean and then her muscular MILF calves, massaging the muscle through the fabric, and finally those amazing feet. I was exhausted as she took the towel and casually tossed it into a nearby laundry bin. She looked down at her feet and smiled. "Nicely done," she said. "But you missed a spot. There. On my big toe." She calmly pulled her legs out from under the table and slowly, sexily plopped that foot on the table, a glob of pearly spunk coating her toenail. She wiggled it at me, inches from my astonished face. "Go on, do it," she hissed dominantly but playfully. "Suck my toe clean, put your mouth on it, take it in your mouth and clean my sexy, sperm-coated toe! You know you want to..." My God, she was right and like a good dog, I dove forward, clutching her muscular calf, still wet with spunk residue, massaging it as I sucked her cummy toe into my mouth, surprised I wasn't completely grossed out as the cum slipped onto my tongue and down my throat. I pulled it off and on impulse, ran my tongue up that shin and calf, tasting myself there before she giggled and pulled away, tugging her pant legs down and slipping her sandals on those incredible feet. "Eager, I like that, it helps in therapy," she laughed. I watched as she lapsed back into her clinical side, efficient, friendly, composed. She pulled out her appointment book. "Now then," she said, those eyes flashing as I tucked my flagging dick back in my pants and zipped up. "Same time next week?" "Sure, Shelley, sure," I smiled. "You're the therapist, you know what's best." "Indeed I do, Scott," she laughed, crossing her legs and giving me one last flash of foot before I left. "Just doing what's best for my clients." The week couldn't go by fast enough. Hand-Therapy Foot Job Ch. 02 I couldn't stop thinking about Shelley, my super-hot MILF hand therapist who I'd been going to for treatment of a thumb injury. Early one morning, before others arrived, this 50-something, thick-bodied beauty provided a most unique method of easing my suffering: She used her incredibly sexy old feet to make me cum, after getting out of me I couldn't masturbate due to my hand injury! The week dragged on to my next early-morning session, and when I arrived, she came out with a wide smile and those magical feet displayed in her usual sandals below the blue uniform pants. "Right on time, Scott, I like punctuality," she cooed, leading me inside, locking the door behind me. "Among other things." The session began with her sitting at the glass-top desk, my hand extended toward her, her massaging my thumb as if jerking off a small cock, hot oil applied, those big beautiful eyes locked into mine, a smile on her face, a perfect pucker of sexy MILF wrinkles around the corners of her mouth. "Now Scott, are we still having...trouble with our usual activities associated with the right hand?" she asked gently, my eyes looking down through the table to those impossibly sexy feet in sandals, toes wiggling, her insteps flexing with tendons beneath the smooth, silky skin. "Oh, yes, Shelley, I tried, I tried, but..." I smiled weakly. "Oh my," she smiled. "A full week? No relief for that last seven days since you were last here?" "No...I'm afraid not...," I answered, my mind racing. "Well, I guess we'll have to take care of that, Scott," she said, a hint of domination in her lilting voice. She let it linger, hanging in their air like the proverbial elephant in the room, the only sounds the squishy rubbing of my injured thumb as she slowly stroked it up and down, and the accompanying small animal sounds I found myself emitting as she did. After five torturous minutes, her smiling and stroking the whole time, my cock about to erupt in my pants, she reached under the desk and slowly pulled up her pant legs to the knees as she had last week, revealing those marvelously sculpted MILF calves, thick, meaty and white with a beautiful, shapely hint of muscle under that creamy skin. She smiled at me and slipped off her sandals, running her feet up my legs to my crotch, stopping when they came to rest on my throbbing cock. "Goodness, you ARE ready, aren't you?" she laughed pleasantly. As she had the week before, she slowly unzipped my pants with those educated feet, my eyes wide and watching the sweet muscles in her supple calves and splendid feet flexing as she did, my cock popping free, a splash of pre-cum landing on her instep. She giggled. "Poor boy, you certainly do need therapy don't you?" she laughed. "Oh God, Shelley, yes, yes, yes," I babbled, watching those insanely sexy old feet tickle my bloated balls, the red-painted nails delicately tracing up the back of my cock making me jump in my seat. "Hmmm, you seem to be having a favorable reaction to my toes in particular?" she said clinically. "Do you like my toes, Scott? Are they making you eager to ejaculate, my toes?" "Hell, Shelley, YESSSSSSS!!" I fairly screamed. Instantly, she slipped her toes to my nuts, one foot on either side of them, squeezing them hard between them, knees pointed outward as she clamped those toes onto my anxious balls, crushing them until I grimaced in sweet pain. "Scott, DO be quiet, we're alone here but there may be others on the floor!" she snarled with quiet dominance. "My toes can cause great pain AND pleasure, as you're finding out, now behave yourself!" "Yes, Shelley, yes, yes," I groaned, slumped in my chair, eyes watching her punish my balls in her silky toes, squeezing them until the flesh oozed between those painted digits, my dick oozing precum all over them. "Stand," she said plainly, pulling her feet from my crotch. "Wha...what?" I moaned, missing her touch. "Stand, Scott, stand," she continued. "Since you seem to be so attracted to my old toes, I have a method for ejaculate release you may find to your liking." Nothing she could possibly do could ever not be to my liking, so I obeyed, standing before the desk, cock sticking straight out. She smiled, and pulled her legs out from under the table, putting them up on it, those soles and toes inches from my dripping dick. "I have a fairly good ability to spread my toes," she announced proudly and doing just that before my astonished eyes, all 10 digits spread very wide, wide enough for a man's dick to fit between each of them, particularly the space between her knobby big toe and the smaller, gnarled one next to it. "Put your penis in. There, right there." She pointed with her right toes to the left. Trembling, I shuffled forward, my pants at my feet, and fisted my dick, running the head into those gloriously silky space, soaking it as I did with pre-cum, lubricating it naturally. Her toes were long, incredibly long, and now seemed to wrap around the head of my quivering dick. She smiled a sexy smile at me as I thrust my cock in between those amazing toes. "No, Scott, stop," she said, scissoring my cock in those two big toes, the pain causing me to stop. "I am the therapist, you let ME do the work!" Who was I to argue, especially as she slowly, excruciatingly so, started to jerk my cock off in those incredible two toes, tilting her foot back, sinews and tendons in that foot dancing, as did the ones around her shins, calves bulking up thick and hard, and then back down again, as she stroked my cock using just those two wonderfully competent toes! "Oh, God, Shelley, oh GOD!" I moaned, quickly coming to the edge, my balls aching. "Now, we must get every drop of sperm from you young man!" she said brightly. "This should help..." She tilted her other leg to the side, running the toes of that foot under and around my balls, the digits spreading like a small, strong hand, and clamping around my nut sacks like a bony glove, kneading them, forcing the flesh to ooze between her toes as I watched, enraptured, as she milked them. It hurt, at first like hell as that wonderful MILF set of toes massaged and crushed my balls, the pain slowly giving way to that magical line of pain and pleasure, the foot working harder, squeezing my nuts, the muscles in that calf of hers bulging meatily as she worked them. "Ejaculate for me now Scott!" she hissed, watching her feet devour my cock and balls, the one stroking madly back and forth, my dick pouring precum down that instep, the other madly mauling my bloated balls. "Ejaculate for my feet!" I did, a thick rope of cum exploding from my cock, landing with a sizzling splat up and down Shelley's flexing shin flesh, coating it, the rest jetting quickly behind, a half dozen or more powerful blasts of long-held cum coating her entire shin. A blanket of brew lumpy and hot and sheeted over both sides of the shin bone, sexily coating those bulging calf muscles on the inside and out, covering every succulent inch of flexing skin as her other toes slowly pumped out every last drop. I gasped as I finished, realizing I hadn't been breathing for the entire minute it took for me to ooze out the last of the week-long worth of spunk I'd been saving for my sexy therapist. She sat back, smiling, slowly pulling her foot off my dick, a bubble of spunk dripping on those and the others she pulled off my nuts. I stood, panting, looking down at that big calf coated with jism. She looked sidelong at a nearby towel, smiling darkly as she shook her head. "You also need protein, Scott, it's good for your recovery," she growled darkly, eyes flashing. "I suggest, as your therapist, you clean your ejaculate from my shin, calf and toes - with your mouth!" I was a goner, transfixed, too caught up in Shelley's foot spell to disobey. The week before she 'made' me suck some cum from her big toe. Now, the entire load lay there on those twitching calf and shin, and toes, glistening in the light. I sighed, shrugged and bent to the task, lapping madly at the cum first from her gorgeous toes and then up through the thick blanket of it on her shin, slurping it down, not minding the taste or thick, creamy texture, devouring every drop of my cum. I licked it like sweet icing, cleaning her shin and then hungrily lapping the thick, muscular meat of her calf. She moaned, head back, eyes closed, and clenched her meaty thighs in a quick orgasm. I stood up, a dreamy, stupid grin on my face, cum shiny on my lips and chin. She laughed and tossed me a towel to wipe up with. I watched as she looked at a dollop of cum on a toe I missed. Limber for her age, she smiled at me and pulled that foot back to her mouth, slowly sucking her toe inside, savoring the taste of my spunk, swallowing it proudly. She put her feet back down, pulling her pant legs over her creamy, white calves and shins as I pulled my pants up, watching her do it. "Now, Scott, you seem to like my muscular old calves as well," she said, picking up her appointment book to flip through it. "Next week, we'll continue therapy and perhaps enter my calves to the session. I suggest you rest your hand and refrain from any of your usual activities until then. Understood?" I smiled broadly. "You're the boss, Shelley," I sighed before leaving, catching one last glimpse of those sexy toes as she crossed her legs, taunting me with them. "You're the boss."