His warm and attentive fingers prodded and massaged my thigh, starting behind my knee and then slowly working their way up. I could feel his thumbs circling and pressing while his other fingers worked the sides of my legs. Relaxing into it, I bit my tongue so that I wouldn’t make him uncomfortable. His hands rose up past the thickest part of my thigh, and worked there for a moment, kneading me into arousal.
I bit my lip, trying to keep myself under control.
His hands moved back down my thigh, and then up again, working slowly, teasing me. When he’d usually be done, when he’d stop, his hands instead went higher. He cupped my ass, squeezing and groping, and my heart started to beat out of my chest.
“Is this alright?” he asked, his voice low and quiet.
“I thought you-” I let my voice trail off, unsure if I was misunderstanding what he was offering.
“You’re completely healed now, you don’t need me as your doctor anymore,” he murmured, turning me over. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you, I was a fool for turning you away,” he said.
My face felt white hot, and I tried to calm myself down.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you either,” I admitted.
“Really?” he asked, a smile spread across his lips and god I wanted to kiss him.
So I did.
Leaning forward, I pulled his face to mine with trembling fingers, and kissed him. He pressed me down against the massage table and kissed me back, his mouth hot against mine.
My mind was reeling, going a thousand miles a minute and all I wanted was everything and anything he’d offer me. The kiss deepened, his tongue exploring my mouth, and I held him tight, like I was terrified he’d let go.
I didn’t want to lose him right after I got my hands on him.
Lifting my hips up, he climbed onto the table with me, settled between my thighs. His kisses were rough, and his lips started to stray from mine. Kissing me lower, to my jaw and then to my neck, he took my breath away with nips and licks. I arched my back against him, feeling his bulge of excitement against me, and let myself moan against the mix of sensations.
Rolling our hips together, we groped and held each other, I could feel him sucking hickies into my neck, claiming me as his. I wanted more, needed more, but I wasn’t sure where to start.
Was there enough time for this?
“When’s your next appointment?” I asked, worried about wanting too much and not having the time for it.
“Not for a couple of hours, Tuesdays are pretty slow,” he answered, his voice was almost a growl as he started lifting up my shirt. I blushed hard, but didn’t want him to stop. Lifting my arms, I let him pull it the rest of the way off of me. “Beautiful,” he admired, causing goosebumps to break out across my skin.
One of his hands cupped my left breast, while the other held my face as he kissed me again. I rolled my hips against him, excited for what was to come. He pushed up my bra, exposing my chest as he kissed me, and his thick fingers found their way to one of my nipples.
I moaned against his mouth as he pinched my nipple.
He pinched a little harder, before taking his mouth from mine. I gasped as I watched him kiss his way down my chest, before teasing me by licking the tender nipple and nipping it. His right hand played with my other nipple, and it was embarrassing but exciting, I wanted more.
His kisses strayed lower, over my rib cage, down to my stomach, until he was stopped by the line of my yoga pants. Instead of ending it there, he made eye contact with me, and lifted my hips so that my thighs were over his shoulders. It really was a marvel that my leg could do this now, when only a couple weeks ago I could hardly walk. His hands had really worked magic on my thigh.
My line of thought was interrupted when he started kissing my thighs through my yoga pants. I felt warm all over in embarrassment and arousal as he started to kiss me between my legs. He kissed and licked, landing on everything from my clit to my entrance, and leaving me trembling.
It was a good day to not wear underwear.
The sensation was a tease, though, leaving me trembling and desperate for more, and he withheld just enough to leave me hungrier for whatever he had to offer. Changing positions, he lowered me down, threw aside the flats I was wearing, and pulled my yoga pants down and off my legs.
I was almost completely bare to him, my bra was still on but wasn’t covering anything.
Doctor Moore looked at me like I was the most delicious thing he’d ever seen, and slid a couple fingers between my thighs. His fingertips found my entrance, and he pressed one inside of me, surprising me with the sudden pressure. His fingers were so thick and warm, and I realized I wasn’t sure how to go about this. It felt so good I wanted to burst, but I also needed him to know the truth.
I had to be honest with him.
“I’m a virgin,” I blurted, a little ashamed.
“What?” he asked, surprised, his finger still inside of me was working me. It was new, rough, and I found myself loving the feeling.
“I’ve never had sex before,” I explained.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, sounding a little disappointed.
“No, god no,” I said quickly. “Just, don’t go too rough yet,” I tried to explain.
“I can do that,” he agreed, his one finger rocked in and out of me. It didn’t hurt, but it was a strange sensation at first, that slowly began to feel better as he worked. Doctor Moore pulled his finger from me, and began rubbing it against my clit, making me lose my train of thought entirely.
It felt so damn good.
Nothing on earth, in my entire life, had ever felt this good.
I felt my eyes fall shut in concentration, and I let out a moan that I couldn’t have contained if I tried to. Laying back against the massage chair, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to spread my legs further, or close them to add more pressure. It just felt so damn good and I wasn’t sure what to do about it.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured, lifting my hips up again. I gasped, and his lips and tongue were immediately on my clit. He sucked and kissed and licked like I was a dessert he couldn’t give up. Moaning, losing my mind to the pleasure, I let him handle me however he wanted. I could feel his stubble rough against my thighs, and it excited me more.
Doctor Moore worked his way down from my clit to my entrance, and made noises like he loved my taste. It felt too good to be embarrassing, I couldn’t keep my voice down as I moaned from the sensation. I felt him stop, almost bending me in half to cover my mouth.
“There aren’t any patients here, but Paul, my receptionist, is,” he reminded me, making me whimper against his hand. I wanted more, I’d be quiet if he needed, but god I didn’t want him to stop.
Pulling back his hand, Doctor Moore set back between my thighs and started licking and kissing my entrance again. I shoved my own hand over my mouth to keep myself from moaning aloud, even as he pressed his tongue into me. Muffled, moaning, I writhed beneath his attention, dying for more, unsure why or how I even got here but knowing that it felt so good.
Pulling back, he kissed my thighs again, rubbing and warming them until I felt like putty in his hands.
Kissing me down to my knee, he let me down so that my back was flat on the massage chair again.
Doctor Moore leaned over me now, kissing my lips, and I could feel my body responding, letting me know that I was ready and that I couldn’t wait any longer. I wasn’t going to miss my chance on this.
“Please,” I whined as our lips parted. “I need you,” I begged, embarrassed and desperate.
He chuckled, his voice was deep and rumbly.
“I’m all yours,” he promised. Moving slowly, he stood up from me, and I watched as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting them fall down to his ankles.
His cock seemed huge.
I didn’t have any way to compare, or any past knowledge other than glimpses at bad porn.
I almost couldn’t imagine how he’d fit it into me.
T
hat wasn’t going to stop me from wanting him to try.
I let my legs fall to the sides as he approached me. He kissed me, running his fingers through my long brown hair, and I was weak against his touches. I could feel him start to guide his cock against my anatomy. He rubbed the head of it from my entrance to my clit, circling there until I thought I’d have to give in and moan loudly, before he guided it back towards my entrance and started to push in.
It was shallow at first, just stretching me, testing what I could do.
His attention reminded me of my first day of therapy with him. How careful and cautious he’d been then. Pushing in further, filling and stretching me, he made me lose track of my thoughts once again. It hurt, just barely, and I tried to ignore the pain, tried to think of something, anything, else.
His lips found mine, and he kissed away the pain.
When he pulled back and pressed into me again, no matter how thick or large he was, it felt good because it was him. I made my body relax, made myself focus on how good this felt, and I quickly started to lose myself in the pleasure again.
His hands were tight, commanding, on my hips as he thrust into me, filling me again and again. I let my legs spread further apart, it felt right and I wanted to be as close to him as possible. As one with him as I could be. Pushing further, faster, he worked me until I had to clamp my hand over my mouth to hold in a moan.
God, I felt so beautiful under his touches, under his attention. He was taking me hard, roughly, and all I could do was beg him for more and praise him. Pulling my calves up, he rested them on his shoulders so that my lower back was just off of the massage table, and in this angle he set a more punishing and rough pace.
He started hitting something deep inside of me that I didn’t even know existed.
With every motion he was sending stars into my mind, setting every nerve of my body on fire, leaving me feeling overwhelmed and electric. My back arched, just making the angle better, and I felt like I was spiraling and trembling all at once. Suddenly my body seized up, locking against everything and throbbing out waves of sensation. I could distantly tell that I was moaning, but all I was focused on was the good feeling of him still thrusting into me through it.
As I came back down from it, realizing it was an orgasm, I could feel tears in my eyes. It was overwhelming, awe inspiring, and yet my body was ready and eager for more. I was thankful that he was still going, and I started to thrust back against him, matching his pace, and letting myself give into the pleasure.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, even as I wiped away my tears. I laughed at him, and then moaned when he slipped his fingers between us, finding my clit. “Do you think you could do that again?” he asked, a growl in his voice told me it was more than just a question. Almost a command of what he wanted of me.
“If you keep doing that, yes,” I moaned, oversensitized and still buzzing.
“Good girl,” he murmured, setting my body aflame with desire. I never thought words could have this kind of power over me.
Doctor Moore kept thrusting, changing the angle just slightly, and kept rubbing my clit, making my body rev up again. I’d never had one orgasm, much less two, and I wasn’t sure what to expect.
My body felt both devastated and starved for him.
His pace started getting erratic, but I could feel him hitting that spot inside of me on every thrust, and I was so close, almost there already, so soon after he’d made me come the first time.
“I’m close,” I gasped, unable to believe how long he’d been making me feel this good.
“Come for me, baby,” he murmured, not giving up on my clit.
My next orgasm hit more like a wave than anything else. It crashed over me, enveloping my mind and body until I felt like I was lost and floating. I could feel his hands on my hips, I could feel him going still, filling me with his own orgasm. I was so blissed out to think that we’d come together, I could feel my body pulsing around him, and I tried to come back down from the bliss. It felt better than my firstorgasm, and felt like it’d lasted even longer as well.
As I started to become aware of the room around me again, he was pulling out of me, stepping aside to grab a towel he wiped me down, and then himself.
“Oh my god,” I gasped, catching my breath.
“That good?” he smirked. Leaning over me, he kissed me, my lips were trembling and grateful, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“Yeah, that good,” I admitted even though I knew he was just teasing me.
“I wasn’t too hard on your leg, was I?” he asked, slipping right back into doctor mode as he checked my thigh with his hands. I wanted to laugh, wanted to thank my roommate for taking me to that weird hot yoga class.
“No, it feels fine,” I said, laughing. “Honestly though, I feel so good I can’t entirely tell if my leg hurts,” I sighed, sitting up.
“Do you have class today?” he asked, glancing up at the time. The idea of going to class after all of this felt insane, but I didn’t want to lie to him.
“I do, what time are you off work?” I countered. A knowing smile crossed his lips even as he pulled up his underwear and pants.
“I’m off at five thirty tonight,” he said, kissing me again as he handed me my tights and shirt. I regretted not getting to see him with his shirt off, but I felt like I’d have many, many more opportunities for that.
“Can I see you for dinner?” I asked, pulling on my shirt.
“I don’t know, I’ll have to check if I have an appointment open,” he teased.
“Not a patient anymore, Doctor Moore,” I stood to pull on my yoga pants, and was surprised at how good my leg felt. All of me felt better in some way, it surprised me that he was able to do so much with just sex. We should have done it on my first visit.
“Call me James,” he smiled, kissing me again. We settled back in against each other, my arms wrapped around his neck. Tearing my hamstring was worth it for him. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was.
Story 32
Life was pretty simple for Lilly Jameson. Most days consisted of her waking up early, finishing chores, and then having a cup of tea in the garden before retiring to bed for the night. Some days she longed for fun, adventurous and bold experiences, but that seemed so unrealistic for a girl like her. Her only destination would be to settle down, get married, and have children.
Lilly picked a flower and admired the shades of color from her garden. The blue-grey petals in-between her fingers resembled the color of her own eyes. Her long brown hair blew in the wind as the breeze picked up. She was eighteen now and would soon be married off to the man her father decided was best. Arranged marriages were common during those times, but Lilly hated the fact that she didn’t get to decide who to be with. She was still a virgin and had never even kissed a boy, now she would soon be thrown at the man who her father thought may benefit him most. It seemed so unfair and cruel, but that was how things worked and she supposed she would adapt to a new life with whoever he chose.
“Have you scrubbed the kitchen floor yet?” Her stepmother asked, breaking her focus on the blue flower in her hand.
“Yes, mam.” Lilly answered her promptly.
“Well, don’t just lollygag around the garden.” Her stepmother’s voice was stern and demanding. “Go find something to keep busy. There is plenty to do around this place.”
Lilly dropped the flower to the ground and envied its freedom. She followed her mother’s orders and headed into the house to find something to do, even though all of her chores had been finished.
“Lilly!” Her father called to her from the den. “I need you to make a delivery for me.”
“Yes sir.” She went into his den.
Her father was sitting at his desk with a box. He seemed nervous as he tied a string around it to keep it closed tight. Her father owned a small business and occasionally had deliveries that needed to go to town members. Lilly sometimes made the deliveries but usually just the ones in walking distance to their h
ome.
“This needs to be delivered to Dr. William Forrester immediately. It is very urgent.” Her father pushed the box towards her. “This is very important, do you hear me?”
“Yes father.” She reached for the box but her father stood up and put his hands onto it quickly to get her attention.
“I am serious Lilly. You know how influential Dr. Forrester is in this town. He needs this box immediately and intact. Go straight to his mansion, no stops along the way, and you need to be polite to him. I need his business. Do as he asks and use your manners.”
Lilly nodded as she picked up the box and headed to the door.
“I had the carriage readied for you.” Her father said from behind her. “Now go and hurry before the rain comes.”
Delivering a package would be less labor than most chores around the house and she would get to go through town, which was much more interesting than scrubbing floors or hanging wet clothes on the line. So Lilly was glad to be heading to Dr. Forrester’s mansion, even if he did intimidate her. Dr. William Forrester was a well-known man in town, but few people got to go inside of his mansion. Lilly had never even seen him in person.
The ride to his mansion was hot and humid. Sweat slid from her neck down to her large breast. She was a curved woman with a small waist, wide hips and thick thighs under her heavy dress. As she rode through the main street of the town she wished she could stop and talk to a few of the familiar faces she saw, especially a couple men that she spotted, but her father would not approve and had warned her to stay on track. So she kept her carriage moving and ignored her desire to stop and mingle with the people around her.
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The doctor’s mansion was on the other end of the town and sat up high on a hill. It was huge and unlike any other home around. She looked up at it as she got closer, wondering how it would feel to live in such a place. Someone like him didn’t have to spend his days scrubbing floors or doing laundry.
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