How I started fucking my [23M] physical therapist [24F] | 2016

Recently, I've been working out, training for 5Ks and doing a bunch of training workouts. One about a week or two after pulling my hamstring in a workout - and not realizing it - I worsened the injury to the point of needing physical therapy.

As it turns out, my therapist is the sister of a high school ex girlfriend. (That could be a whole other GW story.) But my therapist's name is Megan. She's about 5'10, wavy brunette hair - with blonde streaks - down to about the tops of her breasts.

She weighs about 160 pounds, with a very stacked figure; C cup breasts, a slimmed inner waist that jets out into wide hips and a bubbly butt. She thighs remain full in comparison with her ass.

Her cheek bones are very prominent when she smiles; she has full brown eye brows and always seems to be wearing a dark black mascara.

Megan is the director of the local physical therapy place near our hometown, and has the ability to book who she wants, when she wants. So when I told her I worked 9-5 most days, she was willing to see me after hours: Saturday at noon.

So a week ago, I went in. She had the front door unlocked for me and told me to just head back to the first waiting room to do some initial stretches and tests.

She entered the room wearing a white, frilly blouse; a single thin strap over each shoulder with a lace patter around her waist. The blouse was accompanied by a painted on pair of faded yellow jean shorts, the kind that squeeze anything extra out the bottoms. And she had a little extra.

We began with height, weight, nature of the injury, etc. Then she asked, "How comfortable are you with my hands being 'intimate' with the inside of your thigh?" My injury apparently wrapped up into some upper inner thigh muscles.

I told her it wouldn't be a problem, seeing how I just wanted to get back to training. Whatever she could do to help, do it. Little did I know, she was more help as a metaphorical morphine than any hands on therapy could do.

We began with some standard football stretches: she lifted my leg up, worked my hips, even some lower back stretches. Then she got to the massage, where it all started going up hill.

I laid on my back on the table, her left ass cheek pressed up against the side of my face. She pulled on my leg to stretch it out and all I could think about was this piece of juiciness press up against my face. She was oblivious of it, and the tingling sensations running through my body.

She rotated away from me and started massaging my calf and my lower thigh. She worked her way up my basketball shorts and up inside my boxers. Never making eye contact, just focused on my thigh, she ask a few times, "is this ok?" I nodded in agreement and she kept moving up, almost as if we were playing the nervous game.

The closer to my balls she got, the more I could feel myself getting hard. I tried to think of anything but, but it was to much avail. Finally, she gripped my balls with a single hand, gently but well-knowingly. Again she asked, "Is this ok?" with a smile.

I nodded again as she moved both hands to focuses on my now very stiff single muscle. As she massaged, she asked, "You know why I've asked you in here today, right? You know this is?"

Playing naive, I said I didn't.

"I remember you, from high school. Big star track guy who dated [my sister]. You were pretty cute then, but now...well now look at you. And feel, too."

I was stunned. I literally couldn't move. That's why I was no help to her as she removed her top, letting her braless tits fall out into the open air.

"I'm going to fuck you today. Is that ok?" she asked again.

Grinning and sliding off my shorts and underwear, I nodded. "That'll be just fine. I could use a good cardio workout after all."

She giggled through my painfully cheesy joke and hopped up on the table, straddling my legs. Balls cupped in her left hand, she threw her pony tail to a side and took a long stroke from the base of my balls to the tip of my dick with her tongue. Wasting no time, he engulfed the head and part of my shaft into her mouth.

I left out a moan, signalling to her that what she was about to do to me was well in my comfort zone. She was great. Sloppy, wet and messy with no regard for order on my cock. I grabber her pony tail and shoved her head as far as she'd go: straight to the base of my dick.

She gagged once, twice, tried to pull up, gagged a third time before I allowed her up. Strings of saliva rained down from her mouth and lips. She grinned and stood up off the table.

I removed my shirt; she pulled down her tight yellow shorts, revealing a black lace thong. I told her to take that off while she was at it. She obliged.

"Is there anything you're really into these days? Anything I can help you out with?" she asked with a cheesy grin. He cheek bone jetted out in a glorious smile.

"Sit on my face. I'd like to eat you out from behind," I told her. Again, she agreed. Climbing back onto my chest she back her ass up into my face; my nose sealing shut her sopping pussy, my tongue barely reaching her clit.

She rode my face, jerking me off as I lapped up her pussy like a good dog. She didn't last long before pulling off and sliding down my body, ready for reverse cowgirl.

She stuffed me in, and easy entry for how hard I was and how wet she was. She had a faint bikini tanline I focused on while she bounced up and down. I gripped her juicy ass and shoved her back and forth, bending my cock to its limits, she moaning and nearly screaming as she moved.

Again, she pulled off. "Fuck me over the edge," she demanded, hopping off the table and positioning herself on her back.

I agreed, this time, and pulled her legs up into the air, revealing her bright red pussy. I went back and forth between looking at her eyes (a passionate green with fully dilated pupils, and black mascara smeared across her eyes) and the thrusting of my cock disappearing and reappearing from inside her.

"Can I cum on you?" I asked as we continued to thrust. "Anywhere but inside me and my face," She responded.

Well my two choices were out.

With her perpendicular on the table, I rolled her over to her stomach, as if she were hanging over her daddy's lap, ready for a spanking. I plowed her ass as hard as I could, bringing myself to the edge, before ass cheek fucking her as I shot four hot strings of cum down her back, eventually pooling up in the crevasse of her back.

I wiped her down with a towel and we both laid there on the table, cuddling to my surprise, after our impromptu session.

I asked if I could see her again, and she nodded, grabbing my phone from the counter and giving me her number.

After putting some clothes back on, she finished giving me what I really came there for, and actually, my leg has started feeling stronger since.

Sometimes the best medicine isn't medicine at all. It's just some hot steamy sex with your physical therapist at the office.

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