17 comments/ 246174 views/ 24 favorites Make Me Cum By: yourbfwantsme07 Can you help her to a hot, wet orgasm? * * * * * Click Here to listen. (3 min/mp3) * * * * * Make Me Cum! It all started on a lazy Saturday afternoon last summer. We didn't have any plans for the weekend, and we were spending the day getting caught up on things that needed to be done around the house. I was in the living room with my laptop, looking at new cars online, while flipping back and forth between college football games. My wife was busy with basic household chores...folding laundry, emptying the dishwasher, making the bed, etc. Every time she would walk through the living room, she would look over my shoulder and comment on the car that was on the screen at the time. Paige still turns my head after 11 years of marriage, and I was having a very hard time concentrating on the games with her parading through the room in her cut-off shorts. She knows that I cannot resist her legs and ass, and I was convinced that this was the reason that she was wearing her shortest cut-offs that day. She is still very petite, and her ass is a thing of beauty! Finally, on her fourth or fifth trip through the room, she stopped and cleared her throat. I looked up at her with her hands on her hips, and I was surprised by what she said. "If you make me cum right now, I will return the favor sometime when you really need it," she almost pleaded. Now I enjoy looking at new cars and dreaming as much as the next guy, but she had my full attention. "You know that I am always willing to help out around the house however I can," I replied. She smiled as she started unbuttoning her shorts and said, "I really want to finish straightening up around here, but I am just so horny that I can't concentrate on what I'm doing. If you help me out now, I will give you a blowjob anytime you want to return the favor." Who was I to say no? I quickly put my laptop on the coffee table, and started getting up off the floor. She was already walking toward me, "Just lay down right where you are, this won't take long, I promise." So I stretched out on the floor, flat on my back, as she slid off her shorts, revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties. She was standing over me, straddling my chest, and I felt a stir in my shorts as I looked up at her shaved lips. She quickly knelt with a leg on either side of my body, and looked into my eyes before sliding forward and settling her pussy right over my mouth. I could tell right away by her wetness, that she had not been lying about being really horny. I immediately started licking, and soon heard soft moans coming from her as she gently rocked back and forth. I soon found myself zeroing in on her clit, sucking it into my mouth and flicking my tongue over it. She was right, it didn't take long, and she was cumming on my face like a deprived woman. I continued to lavish attention on her swollen clit, and she enjoyed two more orgasms before we were through. The next thing I knew, she was standing up, and thanking me for "helping her out." I caught a glimpse of her sweet ass as she left the room. I was left lying on the floor, with a hard-on that could drive nails. I did not see her much the rest of the afternoon, and we went to bed early after going out to get something to eat. I dreamed about her all night, and by the time I got out of the shower the next morning, I was in bad need of some relief myself. I came out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist, barely concealing my almost painful erection, and she was in the room making the bed. I let the towel drop to the floor, and told her, "It's time to return the favor....I need to cum!" She did not bat an eye. She walked over to me, knelt in front of me, and took my throbbing cock into her mouth. I did not last very long, as the thought of her sitting on my face in the living room kept flashing through my head. She never broke stride, as my hips bucked and my cock head swelled, and I shot two or three jets of cum into the back of her throat. She swallowed it all, and then looked up at me lovingly and said, "Mmmmm...breakfast of champions!" "Now, it's your turn again. Just let me know when you need it again, and I will be on my back," I said basking in the euphoria. This became our game, taking turns pleasing each other orally, whenever the other requested it. We always waited until the other one asked for it, before taking our turn again. Over the next couple of weeks, we each took a couple of turns, by simply saying, "Make me cum," and the other one would assume the position...me on my back, she on her knees. It turned into more of a bet two weeks ago. It was a Friday night, and we had finished dinner and were sitting on the couch watching TV. I had my laptop out, and was looking at cars again. She cuddled up next to me, and said that her car was getting pretty old, and she would like a new car also. I told her we could not afford two new cars, but we could look for a nice used car for her. "Why do I have to get a used car, and you get a new one?" she whined. "Well, I have been looking at new cars for awhile now, and I think I know what I want," was my reply. "That's not fair! You got a new car last time," she said, and she had a point. "OK, we will both buy a used car," I said as I put the laptop on the coffee table. "Well, it doesn't make sense for us both to get a used car, then we will both need another car at the same time. If one of us gets a new car now, and the other waits, then they can get a new one next year," she argued. "That makes sense," I said, "but we both want a new car now so how do we decide who has to drive their old car for another year?" She grinned and said, "How about we make a bet...the first person who refuses to make the other cum when asked to, has to drive their old car for another year." I was intrigued, and immediately started thinking that this was a sure bet for me, as there are a lot more times when she is not in the mood, so I agreed, and we went upstairs and worked up quite a sweat in the bed. Afterwards, we talked about the bet, and agreed on the rules. The first person to refuse, for any reason, when the other said, "Make me cum," was the loser. Since it was my turn to make her suck me, I started thinking of ways to make her refuse. My first idea was to ask for it in a public place. She has always been more inhibited than me, so I knew that she would balk at having to give me head in a place where we could be seen. I started plotting places where I could ask for it, where I knew she would refuse. I got my chance the very next day when we went to the mall to do some shopping. She was trying on bathing suits, and would come out of the dressing room each time, to get my opinion on the suit she was trying on. After I had scoped out the ladies working at the store and knew that they were not paying any attention to us, I followed her back into the dressing room after she had modeled the third or fourth suit. She jumped a little when she turned to shut the door and I was standing there with a sly grin on my face. "Make me cum," I said, and started unbuttoning my shorts. To my amazement, she dropped to her knees and took my hardening cock in her mouth without missing a beat. I was shocked as she sucked me for all she was worth, and I came in record time, having to stifle a moan as she swallowed every drop of my load. "Now it's my ball," she said smiling as she stood up and wiped a small drop of my cum from the corner of her mouth. All week, I wondered when she would make her play, and was still wondering one Saturday as we got out of bed. After breakfast, I went in the office to do some work, and she put on her workout clothes to do some aerobics in the living room with one of her tapes. I went downstairs to get something to drink as she was just finishing her step workout. Her face was glowing from sweat, and her gray tights were a little darker in the crotch area as she put her step back on the shelf in the closet. I handed her a bottle of water, and she took a long sip before setting it down on the kitchen table. "Make me cum," she said as she started to peel her damp clothes of her lithe body. My jaw hit the floor, and she giggled as she asked, "Or are you afraid of a little sweat?" Gathering my composure, I got down on the floor and lay flat as she stripped off the last of her clothes, her limp panties that were definitely wet. She placed a foot on either side of my head, and grabbed the back of the chair for support. "I'm going to enjoy this, I am all worked up," she claimed as she squatted down until her pussy was just inches above my face. I could smell her musky aroma as she lowered herself the last few inches to my waiting mouth. Her pussy was warm and damp, and my nose slipped between her lips as my tongue pushed it's way into her hot pussy. She settled onto my face for a minute or so, before grinding her clit against the bridge of my nose as my tongue explored her velvety folds. She was pushing against my face, rubbing her clit hard against my nose as she drove my tongue deep into love nest. This went on for what seemed like half an hour, but was probably just a few minutes, before her body tensed, and she actually squirted her cum all over my mouth, my chin, and even my neck. After rocking on my face for a full minute, she promptly got up and headed to the shower...she had just raised the stakes! We had regular sex twice during the next week, and my chance to win the bet came the next Friday when my parents came over for dinner. She did not work all day, so she was able to stay home and cook and clean for our guests. We were all sitting in the living room chatting, when Paige said she needed to go to the restroom. She went upstairs, and I made up an excuse to leave the room also. My father was watching CNN, while my mother was flipping through a catalog, and they paid me no attention as I left the room. I found Paige as she was coming out of the bathroom, and she looked surprised to see me. "Make me cum," was all that I said, and this time I got the reaction I was hoping for. Her eyes got wide, and she hissed, "Your parents are downstairs!" "Chicken?" was my reply. She shocked me again, when she pushed the door closed, and dropped to her knees at my feet and started to undo my pants. My cock sprang free, and she sucked it into her mouth without another hesitation. She really got into in, sucking my cock deep into her throat, as she reached around and grabbed my ass. She pulled me into her, running her fingers into my crack, and I could not hold out any longer. I grunted quietly, and filled her mouth with my seed again. She left me standing there with my pants around my ankles as she left the room to go back downstairs...Damn, did she really want a new car! I figured that she would wait until the next weekend to try and win the bet, so I was relaxed all week. We had sex on Monday night, but neither of us mentioned the bet. We didn't have sex again until Friday, and I was contemplating using my turn just to get some relief. But I should not have worried, because after dinner, we showered and had some really good sex before bed. I was drained after exploding what felt like a pint of cum inside her, and I rolled over to pass out. "Not so fast loverboy," she cooed, "Make me cum!" "What?" was all I could manage to say, as she crawled to the head of the bed. She looked down at me with lust in her eyes, and said, "It's either a creampie for you, or a new car for me....your choice." Was this the same reserved girl that I married? Obviously not! What was I going to do? I had thought about licking her after sex many times, but always chickened out after I was done cumming. But now that was not an option. I looked at her defiantly and said, "Bring it here baby." "Oh my God! I can't believe you're going to do this," she giggled as she climbed into position. Her lips were swollen, and slightly open as she straddled my head. I could smell her arousal, mixed with my cum, as I looked into her puffy pussy and could see a small pearl nestled between her lips. She didn't say another word as she lowered her cum-filled pussy onto my lips. I was hesitant at first, and lightly flicked my tongue between her lips. "Remember, you have to make me cum!" she squealed as she wiggled her hips, grinding her sloppy pussy on my mouth. I decided to go for it, and pushed my tongue deep into her and she let out a loud sigh. She tasted different, but not unpleasant, and I started to enjoy my task. Her lips were so swollen, that I thought she was going to suffocate me when she started pushing against my searching tongue. "Please suck me," she cried, and I formed a seal around her pussy with my mouth and sucked hard. I felt some of my cum run over my tongue and down my throat as she groaned her approval. I moved my suction to her clit, and sucked her engorged nub into my mouth. She cried out, and then her pussy contracted and she flooded my mouth and face with her nectar. Afterwards, she couldn't stop talking about how dirty it was, or how good it had felt. She said that she would drive her old car forever if it meant having orgasms like that all the time. I did not respond, but in my mind I was screaming, "ME TOO!" Make Me Cum - Nothing Else Recounting these events ended up with a much bigger story than I envisaged. I apologise to those who do like multi-part stories for this has turned into one. I promise that I will publish the parts in quick succession, but if you can't wait mail me and I might send the next part. Cat x ********************************************** As the hand slid up the inside of the forty four year old woman's thigh she felt shock waves roar through her, nearly naked, body. As it moved relentlessly, it seemed, nearer to her sex her mind was entertaining the most deliciously rude thoughts. As it slithered along that sensitive skin near to the top of her inner thigh part of her was willing it to go further, willing it not to stop and willing those strong fingers to keep going and plunge into her. Part of her mind, befuddled by the sensations, was willing them to invade her. Yes she was willing the younger man to shove those fingers right up her cunt. As the twenty six year old Australian man looked at the lithe body of the woman he felt those disturbing sensations. As his hand slid up her thigh his fingers felt a reaction, a tensing in her muscles perhaps? He knew that he may have been imagining it, but he thought he heard a low gasp, almost a moan? Had she screwed her eyes even more tightly shut? Had her legs opened slightly? Was she feeling the same as him? Was she becoming aroused by his touch? It wasn't that unusual a reaction for him, but rarely had he reacted quite like he was now. 'It must be the age thing' he thought looking down at the nicely formed body. Women of Missus Moor's age were in their prime he thought, but their prime doesn't last that long. Four or five years in the early to mid-forties where they are able to fight the flab, stop the sag, control the cellulite and hold back time. But then the roof falls in he thought. Then everything drops and instead of being an object of mystery younger men many or most become undesirable. But during that prime period they have such a strong appeal and are such an enormous attraction to many men that they are prepared to do mostly anything and take ridiculous risks to sample sex with and older woman. And Andrew, or Drew as he preferred, Penrose was no exception. It was the third time that Catherine, or Cat as most of her friends called her, had visited the physiotherapist for treatment on the muscle in her lower back that she had strained playing tennis. The third time she'd lain on the table naked apart from her panties and the towels he had placed discretely over her body. Each time she'd had these feelings although initially they were hardly noticeable. During the first massage her mind had only briefly dwelled on the slightly erotic nature of the situation; just as it had when she'd been to luxurious spas in Greece, Thailand and Italy on holiday and in America when she had been on business trips with Richard, her husband. The second time the feelings had been more powerful and now, this time, they were becoming intense, almost unbearable. 'Was it her or him' she wondered? 'Maybe it's as I get older' she rationalised very aware that the sex in her twenty plus years marriage was on the wane and that she was generally frustrated. But she knew she was being ridiculous. She acknowledged that she was fairly imaginative, but then she had to be, after all, she had been a writer and editor on and off for many years. She was quite used to her mind taking flights of fancy so, as she'd laid on the table the first two times, her full, naked breasts squashed against it, she hadn't been that surprised at her thoughts. After all he was a handsome, well-built young man that any women would find attractive so, lying on his table nearly naked, his hands gliding over her oiled body played to her innovative mind. But the more sensible part of her mind had brought her back to realism. It had told her not to be silly. It was against all the ethics of his profession and he was probably so used to seeing nearly naked females that they wouldn't affect him, it told her. On top of that she was old enough to be his mother. In any case she was a respectable married woman and a mother of two, not prone to seeking sex outside her marriage. But she didn't kid herself that the thought of another affair or a fling with younger man hadn't crossed her mind and didn't have a certain appeal. So she accepted that the thoughts would happen, acknowledged the reasoning behind them, but recognised them for what they were, flights of her overactive fancy Drew had moved to the UK just over a year ago after completing his physiotherapy course at Melbourne Medical School. He'd been fairly lucky to land the job with this practice based in St Albans, just to the north of London and had done well since being there. He was gradually building up his own clients, got on well with the other people in the practice, did his job really well and was becoming a valued member of the team. He loved the job and the buzz he got from his physiotherapy work. Helping people recover from operations and curing them from their muscular and other aches and pains was rewarding and stimulating for him. But he'd become a little worried at the feelings he had from time to time when he worked on a particularly attractive woman. It was against everything he'd been taught. He'd been educated to look on them as an object, a medical problem and a challenge to his knowledge and skill. He'd been told of the dangers. The temptations. The women and men who were around who might want more than merely medical treatment. The lecturer on ethics had advised that they were few and far between but certainly existed and it was probable that some time in each of the student's early career they would meet one. It was then that all of a physio's self-control was needed. So far he'd had that self-control and had only come across one woman who "offered" and one guy who had got an erection and had asked for a hand-job. He had easily evaded involvement with both of them. It wasn't women or men coming on to him that was proving to be his problem for what Drew experienced was far worse. He was finding himself tempted by women who weren't suggesting more, who in fact were suggesting nothing at all. And he was aware that if he tried anything it could be an arrestable offence and one that would for certain lose him his license. Cat had hurt her back playing tennis and after almost a week of it not getting any better she'd made an appointment at the physiotherapist. After checking in meeting Drew and explaining the problem to him she'd been taken to a changing cubicle by a receptionist who'd told her to undress and slip on the toweling robe. "Panties on or off?" she mused as she stood before a mirror dressed just in them. Looking at herself she realised that unthinkingly she'd worn a thong, as she usually did under tight trousers. Smiling to herself she thought, "I wonder what he'll think of that?" She kept them on and slipping into the robe walked into the treatment room as she'd been instructed to do. "OK Catherine, could you lay on your front on the table please and undo the tie on the robe?" Drew asked in his Aussie brogue. Laying flat she felt him pulling the robe down her back until it was bunched around her waist. His hands prodded and probed around her lower back for some time. Drew quickly identified the problem as being one of the group of muscles near to the base of her spine having been stretched. "Ok that's fine," he said. "Put the robe back on and sit up if you would please?" He was making notes on her record card standing quite close to where her knees stuck out from the edge of the table. Cat couldn't help thinking how dashing he looked in his tight, white, short-sleeved tunic and dark blue track pants. He explained the problem and told her that she'd need some faradic and ultra sound treatment and that she'd probably need three sessions. "So if that's OK?" he smiled. "We can start." The electronic treatment over Drew came back into the room and, after asking how it felt, said that they'd finish off with a massage. "As the muscle that's stretched affects both your back and legs we'll need to massage both areas," he explained looking deep into her eyes. "Sure no problem," Cat replied. "OK well you'll need to undo the robe again and lay on your front" he explained. She did as he asked and laid there the gown open her bare breasts pressed firmly against the table. Drew took hold of the gown and lifted it away from Cat before draping a towel across her bottom. As he did that he couldn't help seeing that she was wearing a thong. The sight of the flimsy slither of white lace snaking between the wonderfully rounded orbs of her bottom hit him and immediately he felt that surge of excitement that he knew he had to control. He quickly obliterated the view by covering her bottom with the towel and turning away to get the oil. But he couldn't get the arousing beauty of her gorgeously rounded cheeks out of his mind. As he mixed the oils his mind 'saw' her slender back, her ash blonde, shoulder length hair, her deep blue, smoky eyes, the long, wonderfully shaped legs and the full breasts that he was yet see naked. He knew he had to be strong. She was gorgeous, she was sexy and he lusted for her. Momentarily he thought that he should go to reception and ask for a colleague to work on her, but that would be admitting his problem, the partners would get to know and he could be fired. Turning back to her he poured a small amount of oil into the valley in the small of her back he got to work on the fairly deep massage that was needed to loosen up the short, but thick damaged muscle. As his hands pressed and kneaded her back so he could see the outline of her squashed boobs and that confirmed what he'd suspected when he'd seen her dressed. She was definitely a wonderfully full breasted woman. Although Cat had been massaged before they had been at spas, health farms or beauty salons and never had she had such a strong and deep pummelling of her body. It didn't hurt, but quite often it made her gasp and grunt as his fingers pressed hard upon the flesh just above her hips and around the back of her waist. The area where she knew there was some excess flesh for it was there and on her boobs where the excess unused-up calories gathered. "Is it ok Catherine?" Drew asked seeing and hearing the effect of his deep massage on his patient. "Yes sure," she grunted as once more his fingers dug deeply and firmly into her. "I have to get in deep to get to the muscle so it will be a little heavy and maybe a little uncomfortable for you, sorry." Cat didn't reply but simply laid there letting her body become accustomed to the strong hands. "OK that'll do on the actual damaged area," Drew said, adding. "But the effect of that muscle will travel down your legs so I think we'll give them a quick going over as well." Cat felt him lift the towel a little and then press it in around the tops of her legs. Although she couldn't see she guessed that it was as far up them as it could be and that the start of the swell of the cheeks of her bottom were just about on view to him. She also realised that, probably, he would be able to see that she was wearing a thong, if he hadn't already worked that out, and that made a little shudder run through her. She felt him gently pull her legs open a little and then she lay there expectantly waiting for him to start. Drew knew he was being a little daft. He recognised that he was taking advantage of the situation, using Cat's stretched back muscle to provide him the opportunity to keep her here. To keep her under his hands, to spend further time massaging her gorgeous and nicely voluptuous body. Whilst it was just about true that the muscle would affect her legs there wasn't really a sound medical reason for him to massage them. No, he reluctantly accepted in his mind, this was not medical, it was far from that and momentarily he considered stopping and telling her he'd changed his mind. But the sight of her lovely face, eyes closed and lips parted, her large breasts squashed against his table, her long, shapely, slightly opened legs, the swell of her bottom and the image of the thong he'd seen earlier were all too much for him. The feelings on firstly her calf muscles and later on those above her knees were different from those that the massage on her hips, back and waist had given her. His hands didn't seem to be delving as deeply into the flesh. They didn't give her the discomfort and they didn't make her gasp or grunt. No it was an overall lighter and, she had to admit, more pleasurable massage. The hands, oiled and smooth, would glide up her inner thigh and then down again, up and down, up and down. It seemed to go on for ever as Cat became more and more relaxed. It was almost as if she were being hypnotised by the gliding, sliding hands. Drew had purposefully lightened the massage. Not to the point that it had no medical value for all proper massages will make the blood flow to the areas that are manipulated and will make the patient feel freer and better for it. No it was certainly still a medically sound massage, but now it was also a self-indulgent one. She had great legs he saw. Not overly slim, for her muscles were well formed, but they were lithe and very shapely. He'd earlier noticed the slight excess flesh on her hips that he knew from experience was quite common amongst women of her age. The combination of the legs and hips with the full breasts gave her a very curvy and totally feminine figure just as, Drew acknowledged with a slight gulp, he preferred his women. He was nearing the end of the time that it would be practicable to keep her here. The clinic was pretty sharp on the length of sessions and he knew that he'd need to finish within the next five minutes or so to avoid a patient back up, something that was particularly frowned upon. Leaning over Cat he indulged himself on her upper thighs. Sinking his fingers into the soft, gorgeous flesh on the inside of one he massaged that area even more lightly than he had so far. His fingers only inches from the gusset of her thong, that he could see from where his hands had "accidentally" pushed the towel up slightly, he revelled in the sight of her opened thighs, the mounds of her bum under the towel and the odd strand of tawny pubic hair that his keen eyes picked up. 'I must just be getting used to it?' she thought as his hands seemed now to be so much lighter on her. They were almost stroking her she realised thinking. 'It was nearly a caress.' The word coming into her mind affected her. 'A caress" she mused again. 'Was it? Could it be?' her confused garbled mind pondered. She couldn't be sure and felt she was probably mistaken but the soothing fingers on her inner thigh so near to the centre of her womanhood had not only stimulated her mind, Cat realised with a shock, but they'd also stimulated her body for she felt a surge of sexual feeling start to ooze through her. She almost felt cheated when she heard Drew say. "Ok that's fine for today ma'am I think we made good progress." She wasn't sure but was there a slight tightness she heard in his voice? 'Don't be daft' she told herself as she felt him place the robe around her and say. "Right see you on Tuesday Catherine." Then he was gone and she was left alone to finish dressing back in the cubicle. Drew had to get away. He had to remove himself from her. It was just too much for him. She was too much. Too much of a temptation and too much of a woman, that was why he had almost fled from the treatment room for he was concerned about going too far. In his small flat in Camden Town later that evening he agonised as he finished a bottle of South Australia Chardonnay he had bought from the local Waitrose. He had, he knew, come so close to overstepping that boundary. The type of massage was bad enough for she may, he thought, have realised that it was far too light. But he guessed he'd get away with that. But there would be no way he would have been able to get away with what kept coming into his mind as she laid there. No way that she could possibly mistake what he'd momentarily almost done. No, there was no way that any woman could confuse a medical massage with the masseur's fingers stroking her pussy was there? It was then that he pushed the track trousers down, then that his underpants went with them and then that he took his swollen cock in his hand. Lying back in the chair he closed his eyes as he slowly pumped his cock. His mind was on those cheeks, he stroked them and ran his fingers along the crease, slid them up and down the sculpted thighs that opened to his touch and then found her wet warmness. As he imagined pushing the soaked gusset of her delicate thong to one side and plunging three fingers up her cunt so his young, virile, big, hard cock exploded and spunk shot up his stomach and onto his tee shirt covered chest. Alone that evening in the huge, Victorian house in the outskirts of St Albans where Cat lived with her corporate lawyer husband, she was also sipping a glass of chilled white wine; hers, however, was French Chablis. With the prospect of yet another long evening alone in front of her, whilst Richard was out to dinner on business, she found the events of the afternoon flooding into her mind. His touch and the feel on legs as he'd massaged them. The sensations that had sent through her and, she had to admit, the slight feelings of want that had created. "What the fucks happening to me?" she asked herself as she refilled her glass. "Here I am a forty-four year old reasonably happily married woman entertaining erotic thoughts about a young masseur!" But try as she might they wouldn't go away and even as she once again, 'hmm the third time this week' she registered, climbed alone into the king-sized American bed, they were with her. As she lay there in the semi-darkness, the room lit purely by the lights from the courtyard, she could recall the tingling feelings of his hands on her body, her legs and on her inner thighs. She recalled them vividly, almost as if they were there now. In fact they were there now in her imagination. But not just in her imagination for her own fingers were replicating those sensuous movements. They were trailing up and down that sensitive skin and caressing the smooth expanse of her thighs. This time though, as the fingers trailed upwards they didn't stop as his did. No these fingers went where, she realised, a part of her had wanted his to go. These fingers carried on along that magical pathway, that erotic avenue, that silky road to such pleasure. Yes as Cat lay there her imagination roaring away those fingers found her stunningly wet entrance, her smooth lips and swollen clitoris. And those fingers did to her what in the deepest recesses of her vivid imagination she'd wanted Drew's to do. They fucked her. They fucked her hard and long. They fucked her as she lay on her back her thighs clamped tightly around her own hand. Yes her fingers fucked her just as she'd wanted Drew's fingers to fuck her. Although Drew came heavily, it wasn't totally satisfyingly. It never can be that satisfying can it? Masturbation just isn't fully satisfying, but it does relieve the ache and, temporarily the need. But Drew was also a little confused and alarmed at the extremity of the thoughts and now deeds that this alluring woman had created in him. She was occupying his thoughts too much. She was, he realised, becoming an obsession. And he knew that the day after tomorrow he had to confront her again, have her as good as naked in a small room alone with him. Have his hands on her stupendous body. Feel her, touch her, massage her. See her opened legs, her shapely thighs and her full, squashed breasts. God he could hardly stand it and he had no idea how he would respond to the terrible temptations that lie ahead the day after tomorrow. Make Me Cum - Nothing Else Smiling as she dressed, Cat slid into a pair of panties that were almost of Bridget Jones proportions. Sensible white cotton and full they were the sort that were designed to be worn under tight clothes, their fullness ensuring no unsightly VPL. They were not, though, the sort to be undressed in prior to making love she noted. 'Stop being a stupid cow' she told herself as she undressed at the clinic and slipped into the robe. 'Nothing will happen, it's all in your mind, in your frustrated mind' she recognised with a jolt. 'Oh shit she looks fantastic' Drew thought to himself as he wandered into the treatment room and saw Cat sitting on the table in the white, towelling robe. He'd momentarily thought of calling in sick this morning but he couldn't. The lure of seeing her and being with her outweighed his concerns. It was a greater reward to massage her again than it was a threat at what he knew he'd feel and what he was worried like hell about what he may do. "Hi, how's it been?" he asked. "A little better, but still hurting when I stretch or bend," she replied feeling apprehensive as she looked at him recalling her thoughts as she'd masturbated after the first session. She hoped it didn't show and that she wasn't blushing. "Well let's have a look at it then?" he smiled his heart beating a little faster at the prospect of once more seeing her nearly naked and getting those glimpses that had so aroused him last time. Cat undid the tie on the gown holding it together as she clambered onto the table. She laid on her front pulling the sides of it away from her. She felt him pulling the gown down her back and then his fingers digging into her. "Phew," she grunted as they hit a tender spot. "It's still inflamed but this session of sonic heat should fix that," he explained. "Does it hurt anywhere else?" "Yes more round by my hip." "Here?" he asked slipping his hand slightly under the robe and pushing into the swell of one of the cheeks of her bottom near to the rear of her hip joint. "Just a little lower," Cat replied feeling a rush of heat as his hand slid down her bottom and pressed against the cotton of her panties. "Yes there, right there" she said as his fingers probed at the painful spot. To get there Drew had to pull the edge of the gown further down. He felt a touch of disappointment but couldn't help smiling when he saw the full panties. He pushed the elastic waistband down a little with the side of his hand so that his fingers could investigate the spot she'd identified. It was all he could do to resist pulling the full garment down further, he realised, as he ran his hand over the top of the truly, beautifully rounded buttocks. "Ok that's normal," he told her removing his hands, somewhat reluctantly and replacing the robe. "We'll get some ultra sound on it, that'll sort it." He wheeled the two electronic devices over to where Cat was lying on the table. With hands that were almost shaking he smeared some jelly around the pulled muscle and fixed three electrodes to her skin carefully pressing the sticky tape against her flesh. Rolling the robe down a little he muttered. "Right let's get some heat to this place as well." Then with hands that now were visibly shaking he took hold of the waist-band of her knickers and slowly rolled that downwards. As he did he saw the beautiful contours of her arse and the beginning of the crease between them. Gulping as he realised that he'd rolled the elastic down slightly further than was really necessary he daubed some jelly on the mound and then attached two more electrodes. "There that should do it," he added replacing the robe over her now half bared bottom and leaving the room after clicking the machine on and saying. "I'll be right back." He went out to the car park to write up her notes. Although he'd officially given up smoking he felt a strong need to have one and he retrieved the pack he kept in his car for emergencies. And this he knew as he puffed furiously on the Marlboro Red was a full-scale emergency. He'd come so close to caressing her arse. So near to letting his fingers slither into the crack between the rounded mounds and he was frightened. 'How the fuck can I massage her?' he asked himself lighting a fresh cigarette from the butt of the first one. The heat and the slight stretching and contracting of the muscle wasn't unpleasant. It hurt a little now and then and the warmth was beginning to build up, but it was nothing to complain about and Cat lay there fairly relaxed. Well fairly relaxed about the treatment she acknowledged, but not she equally realised, about him. She had thought that this time, now she was more used to it, she wouldn't have a problem, that her mind wouldn't wander off onto erotic meanderings and that she wouldn't feel any arousal. 'How wrong had that been?' she thought. The feelings that had rushed through her the first time he'd rolled the top of her panties down had been bad enough but were nothing compared to those she experienced when he did it the second time to attach the electrodes to her buttocks. Then immediately she felt a surge of warmth wallop her at the base of her stomach. It was so powerful, a real jolt, almost like an electric shock. 'Oh shit he's rolling my knickers down, he's looking at my bum and he's touching it' she thought as his soft hands did the work they needed to do. 'Totally straightforward' she assumed he was thinking. 'All in a day's work and nothing at all out of the ordinary' was how she anticipated his reaction. But to her it was far from that and her mind and body responded to the erotic imaginations his action had conjured up; and that was for him to continue pulling the waist-band down. For him not to stop when he'd reached the point where he could attach the electrode. For him to rip her panties off, shove his hand between her legs and satisfy the acute ache that was building up in her pussy. Waiting in the general office for the faradic and the deep heat to finish Drew was a bundle of nerves and twice made mistakes when talking to the receptionist. "You all right Drew?" she asked him smiling in a way that made him think that she could tell what was going on inside him. "Sure, just got a lot on my mind," he muttered looking down at Cat's notes to cover his embarrassment. "Well don't forget Catherine in treatment four, she must be about ready for your hands" the middle-aged receptionist beamed at him. "Ok Catherine?" Drew said walking back into the room. "Let's get these off you and get the massage going shall we? How's it feel?" he asked removing the electrodes and taking the opportunity to lightly run his fingers across her waist. "It's loosened up a lot," Cat said feeling his light touch on her back. She felt him fumbling with the robe as he removed that and placed the towel across her hips. She knew that as he did that he would have looked at her panty covered bottom and felt relieved that she'd worn 'sensible' ones today. The thought of his eyes on them though did give her a little surge of excitement. 'Oh not again?' she thought to herself as she realised that both her imagination and body were again reacting to the young man and the intimacy of the position of her being nearly naked alone with him. It wasn't any easier this time she was realising. It wasn't easier to handle. It wasn't easier to stop her vivid imagination creating the most erotic scenes. No, as his hands glided and probed and pressed her back and then, far worse the cheek of her bottom and the backs of her thighs, her physical and emotional reactions were, if anything, stronger and more graphic than before. She was becoming aroused. She was becoming sexually excited. He was igniting so many flames in her that she feared for her ability to control her reactions. Had she let out a low moan as his fingers touched the edge of the crease of her bottom? She mused. Was that a slight sigh of pleasure as the side of his hand slid almost onto the gusset of her panties? She wondered. Did she squirm her body a little, had she eased her legs open a little more, had her bottom lifted a tad as his fingers sent such searing heat through her? And of course had he noticed? Had he seen the signs? Had he realised just what an effect he was having on her? The thoughts rushing through her mind as her body responded so unfairly to the stimulation were many and varied and she felt embarrassed and concerned at what the young man would think of this older, stupid woman if, indeed, he'd noticed them. She wasn't sure that he had for he continued the massage without interrupting the smooth progress of his hands and certainly he didn't say or do anything to suggest that he was aware that she was 'suffering, so much. Standing alongside Cat's legs looking down, Drew's throat was dry and his pulses were racing as he pressed his fingers into the soft flesh of her right buttock. He'd pushed both the robe and the waist of her panties down so that he could get to it. He'd pushed the elastic further than was necessary, further than the peak of the globe, further than the start of the crease between them and further, he acknowledged, than he had any right to push them. He could see the side of the crease as it fell away to become her anus and almost the puckered hole itself. 'If she just opened her legs a little' he was thinking as he pressed his fingers onto the mound of sensual flesh. 'I could see her areshole.' "Is this where it hurts Cat?" he asked in a voice that he was sure was so tight that it would tell the glorious older woman of his desire for her. Cat felt his fingers digging into her just a couple of inches from where he'd earlier identified the pain. His voice seemed different, it was deeper and sort of tighter. 'I bet he's worked out that I've become aroused and he's disgusted, or indifferent, probably used to it' she thought. Then without thinking she raised herself up a little, turned and reaching behind her she put her finger right on the spot on her right buttock where the pain was. Drew felt a jolt of such severe sexual arousal that he was surprised he didn't react more physically than he did. He knew that his cock twitched and hoped she hadn't seen that as his eyes feasted on the sight that came before him as she lifted herself and turned to point out the exact spot. Raised just enough from the table and turned sufficiently so that her breast was in his view; all of the glorious, pink-tipped orb . The entire fantastic globe hung down from her chest, the large nipple that looked to be hardened grazed against the paper sheet. It looked amazing. It was fuller than he'd expected, more voluptuous and more shapely. It was a magnificent breast that he saw hanging there. One that cried out to be cupped in a hand, stroked and weighed. And how he so yearned to do just that. As his eyes gazed at the sensational and so unexpected, but so welcome sight, so he imagined the feel of that globular flesh in his hand. His mind imagined the fullness, the softness, the weight and the warmth; the smooth skin and the heavy flesh, the rubbery nipple and its bumpy pink areola. It was as though he was transfixed. At last, after what seemed to him to have been an age but was probably hardly a second, he glanced up and caught Cat's eye. Momentarily they stared at each other. Their eyes locked but no expressions changed on either face. "Its right there," she said quietly as she laid flat again. She felt so embarrassed at what she'd done as his fingers found the exact spot. She lay there thinking how he'd been looking at her breast and just knew that she'd made a fool of herself for he may well have thought she was coming on to him although, in all truthfulness, it was completely accidental. He was hard; stunningly hard. It was the hardness of a young, virile man in need of relief. It stretched right up his belly vertically straining to reach his navel. Thankful that he was wearing his, slightly, looser track pants he knew, though that if she looked at him she could not have avoided noticing the bulge. It was just too large and too obvious. He concentrated on her legs staying out of her view. He was careful to ensure he wasn't pressing too lightly, but couldn't stop himself from making it more of a strong caress than a medically relevant massage. The feel of her soft flesh and smooth skin was so alluring that he began to doubt his suitability to this profession. The view he had was incredible. Shapely legs, slightly splayed, the long, champagne or was it ash-blonde tresses tumbling onto her bare shoulders and and the squashed, full breasts. The mound of her bottom with the panties, that he hadn't pushed back into place, still half way down it and the start of the crease between them seeming to be beckoning at him. It was all getting too much for him. His massaging of her bottom had strayed far too near the crease. His hands had been far too soft on her silken thighs and the edge of them had too many times gone far closer to her pussy than decorum allowed and which medical reasons required. After 'flashing' her boob at him Cat's imagination had gone into overdrive as he massaged her bottom and then her thighs. Continuously as he did that the warmth of arousal and the tingling, almost itchy, sensations of sexual desire gravitated out from the base of her stomach to fill her breasts. She was bordering on having a climax and had to fight so hard to make sure that no signs of that were transmitted to him. After all the plan was for her to take not give.