ANNA JAYE WILDE

Alternative Therapy

 

10/6/2016

 

The waiting room was packed full as I nervously waited for my physio appointment. I was having therapy on my knee and last time I was here my therapist had been less than sympathetic. In fairness, she did ask what had happened and when I explained I had hurt myself by falling ass over tit when drunk she was not amused. It was funny at the time when the pain was numbed due to far too much red wine.

 

I hoped to fuck I would get to see someone else today so when a handsome tall muscular man approached me in his scrubs I tried to conceal my pleasure. Fuck me, he could manipulate my knees anytime he fucking wanted!

 

“Jodie Daniels?” He flashed a wide bright smile that was far too enthusiastic for this time of the morning but holy shit, he cheered me up. He had deep dimples as his lips curved up and his expression was kind and friendly.

 

“Yes, that’s me.” I rose to my feet and shook his hand.

 

“I’m afraid Angela isn’t here today so you’ll have to put up with me. I’m Sam and I’ll be looking after you today.”

 

I swear there was a naughty, dirty glint in Sam’s eyes. Or was it my filthy imagination? I followed sexy Sam to the therapy area and he pulled the curtain round for privacy. Jesus. Nobody could see us now and dirty thoughts were whirring round my mind about all the things I would like to do to him. Stop it, Jodie for fuck’s sake. He’s a professional.

 

He bent over the chair to put down his paperwork and damn if I didn’t grab a look at his ass, tight, round and firm. Clearly the man spends plenty of time at the gym honing his physique. He turned round a bit faster than expected and rumbled me, his eyes catching me staring. I flushed red and smiled.

 

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it! It won’t happen again.” My apology was weak at best but I tried.

 

“Jeans off for me, please.”

 

I pulled them down so Sam could attend to my knee.

 

“Panties too, please.”

 

What? Was he serious? Holy shit. Well, I better do as I’m told…

 

I slid them down and Sam stared at me, unsmiling but that cheeky glint was there, as if to say ‘don’t mess with me, I’m your therapist.” And who was I to argue with a professional?

 

“Turn around and bend over the chair for me please.”

 

I did.

 

“Now spread your legs for me and let me have a look at your knee.” Sam slid his hands over my bad knee, rubbed it a little and then placed his palms on my inner thighs. I was completely exposed to him and more than a bit wet, hopeful he was going to throw his rule book out of the window and fuck me senseless behind the curtain. Jesus Christ!

 

“Is this part of my therapy?” I questioned.

 

“Exercise is always beneficial, it’s a vital part of your recovery.”

 

“Well, I’m sure you know what you’re doing, I’ll just do as I’m told.”

 

“Good girl.”

 

Sam’s large hands slipped up between my thighs and he squeezed my flesh, inches away from my pussy. He ran a finger softly over my soaking entrance and I trembled as he found my clit and discovered how wet I was.

 

“Fuck Jodie, you’re drenched!” He swirled my wetness around and slowly dipped a finger inside me, stroked me gently and pulled out again, leaving me desperate for him. He slid into me again, two fingers this time. He pushed them in and out and found I was indeed soaked and ready for something bigger and firmer than his fingers.

 

“Jesus, woman. You’re so fucking wet for me, do you want more?”

 

“Fuck, yes,” I managed.

 

Sam pressed my back lower and flatter on the chair and I spread my legs as far as I could, lifting my ass high.

 

“God, that ass is fucking delicious.” Sam trailed a finger over my flesh before he spanked me on each ass cheek, making me jump and also making me even wetter. The man was full of surprises! I heard the welcome sound of a zipper being pulled down and took a slow breath out in anticipation of finally feeling his hard cock inside me. My wetness was practically running down my thigh as he moved in close to me and I felt the warmth between my legs.

 

Sam leaned over my back, grabbed my hair and twisted it round his hand, pulling it taut. Nobody had ever pulled my hair during sex before and it was a massive turn on. One of his hands gripped my hair and the other guided his cock up to my wet pussy and I felt the perfect pressure of smooth, firm skin pushing me apart. His hand was locked in my hair and he held firm as he slid inside me, easily filling me up.

 

“Holy fuck, that’s tight. You have an incredible pussy, Jodie.” Sam pushed in all the way and I nearly couldn’t manage him, he was thick as well as long and the position enabled him to drive deep. “Are you okay?”

 

“I’m great, now fuck me, damn it! Don’t hold back!”

 

“If you’re sure…”

 

“I am.”

 

Sam’s grip on my hair tightened and he pulled on it as he slammed his cock hard inside me. I cried out, lost in the moment and temporarily forgetting my public surroundings. He leaned over me and placed a hand over my mouth to remind me where I was. Sam pushed a finger between my lips and I sucked on it as he fucked me hard over the physiotherapy chair that probably wasn’t designed for this kind of activity.

 

I was so fucking turned on by the naughtiness of the moment and with him pulling at my hair I felt my orgasm build around his thrusting cock. I came hard and fast and Sam was moments behind me, his thick cock pulsating in me and filling me with his juice. Fucking hell.

 

I’m pretty sure this wasn’t on the list of exercises I was meant to do but holy shit, I was certainly feeling a lot better!