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About a year ago, Scott slipped while shoveling out his car. He landed hard on the sidewalk and wrecked his back. Luckily, he hopped on Google and typed in “chiropractors near me” and I popped up. Sometimes you hear a voice on the phone and picture what the caller looks like.

I did. Scott, as far as I was concerned, was a blonde haired, blue eyed surfer type. Soft wavy hair. Charming smile. Nice body.

“Hi, I was hoping to set up an appointment with Bridgette,” the caller said.

“This is her!” I said.

“Oh! I wasn’t expecting — okay, cool. So, like … I fell and messed up my back real bad. Would you be able to see me soon?”

“I sure would,” I said.

A few days later, Scott arrived right on time for our appointment. I was thrilled to find out that he looked exactly as I had imagined. He had a smile that would make you melt. Or soak through your panties. Or both.

He filled out all the requisite paperwork and I took him into an empty room with a massage table.

“Have you ever seen a chiropractor before?”

“Nope,” he said with a smirk.

I wanted to fuck him. I wanted to fuck him so bad. I glanced down to my wedding ring and sighed asI gave him the whole scripted speech. He hopped up on the table and stripped off his shirt.

“Oh you can … keep it on if … well, it’s off now,” I said with a laugh.

I wasn’t wearing a bra that day. I don’t most days. My breasts aren’t anything spectacular. I bent over to grab my clipboard from the floor. I guess he could see my them. Anyway, when I sat up, I noticed he was sporting an erection. I tried to conceal my reaction.

He laughed and shrugged playfully.

I adjusted him, stretched him out a little and gave him a little bonus massage. I promised myself later that evening, I would fuck Richard, my boring husband, and pretend he was Scott. But in the mean time, our session wrapped and Scott and I got to talking. Turns out he was very charming and funny. We had a lot of stuff in common.

“Anyway,” he said. “I’d better jet.”

Of course he’d say “jet.”

“It was a pleasure meeting you,” I said. “As always, if I don’t hear from you, I’ll assume you’re feeling better!”

“I’ll e-mail you,” he said with a wink.

When he left, I went to my office, yanked the blinds down, hoisted my sundress up, pushed my panties to the side and put two fingers inside of myself and pulled them back and forth while I rubbed my clit. I came in no time, my legs squeezing together as I moaned softly.

The following morning, Scott wrote. He said he was 100% better. It was a miracle.

“I wish I felt bad more often so I could come see you!” he said. I laughed. He was adorable. But I was also a little sad—I knew I might not see him again, since he was young and healthy.

A full year went by. I thought about Scott from time to time. I wanted to write, but what would I say? I wasn’t the hard sale type of person. And I wasn’t the type to bullshit a client and say he should come in for a tune up or anything like that. But I wanted to. I wanted to so badly. How could I get in touch with him? How could I reach out?

The truth was, I wanted to reach out because my marriage to Richard was collapsing. I needed to feel something positive. All Richard and I did was fight. We rarely had sex and when we did, I never orgasmed. I wasn’t even interested in masturbating anymore.

And then, it happened. I was wrapping up with a client. We were sitting at my desk scheduling a follow up appointment when my computer dinged. New e-mail. I glanced over and saw Scott’s name. I nearly gasped. I wrapped up the session and practically ran my patient out of my office.

I sat at my desk and nervously opened Scott’s e-mail.

“Hey there!” He wrote.

I felt my legs squeeze together as I read his e-mail. He wrote that he had been extremely stressed out lately. Work stuff. And he was grinding his teeth and had a lot of tension in his neck and shoulders and wondered if I was able to help.

“I can come in whenever,” he wrote.

It was 2:30PM when I read his e-mail. I immediately responded.

“I can see you today if you can come in. I don’t have any other clients, so whenever. I also have Wednesday at 11am and Thursday at 2:30 available.”

I hit send. Please be today. Please be today. Please be tod–

::ding::

“I can come in today! Yes! You’re the best! I’ll be there in 30!”

“Perfect,” I wrote back. “See you soon.”

20 minutes later, Scott walked in.

“Sorry dude,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m a little early.”

“No worries,” I said with a grin. He looked exactly the same. Handsome. Cute. Adorable. “How’ve you been? You look great!”

“I look great? Are you kidding? I’m so stressed OUT. If anyone looks great, it’s you.”

“Puhleeeeeze,” I said laughing. “I look awful.”

“Buh!” Scott said. “Awful? Naw cuz. You’re beautiful.”

“Well,” I said, blushing. “For two stressed out and exhausted people, I guess we look okay, huh?”

“I guess so …” he said as he eyed me up and down and smirked.

“Stop ittt,” I said playfully, giggling nervously. I was chewing on my bottom lip.

“Look, I feel better already,” Scott said.

I laughed and slapped him on the shoulder.

“C’mon,” I said as we walked into the empty room. When I turned around his shirt was already off.

“Hah,” I said. “You sure do like taking your shirt off.”

“Just wanna make your job easier,” he said. “So, what’s got you so stressed out? I have been told I give good massages.”

I laughed. I was flushed. And my cunt was soaked.

“Ohhhh,” I said with a sigh.

Did he *really* want to go there? My marriage was dying. I hadn’t had sex in months. I spent my days taking care of people and came home every night to an indifferent husband. Nobody ever asked how I was doing. Nobody ever asked what was wrong with me. And suddenly, there was Scott. Asking. Suddenly, I felt like I could cry.

And Scott saw it. Suddenly, the mood changed. He stood up and looked at me with this sweet, compassionate look and put a hand on my shoulder.

“Hey,” he whispered. “Heyyy. It’s okay. C’mere. Hug?”

I nodded.

I pressed my body up against his. It just felt so good. I nestled my face into his shoulder and neck and inhaled. He smelled like the ocean.

“You can talk to me,” he said.

“I don’t want to talk,” I said as I looked at him. I was crying. Dripping tears on his shoulders that ran down his muscular chest.

I looked at him. It was one of those moments. You know you shouldn’t, but you can’t help it.

We looked into each other’s eyes and then I kissed him. I kissed a man who wasn’t my husband. I pushed my tongue into his mouth.

I felt his hands caress every inch of me. I was shaking. I was horny and sad and confused all at the same time. I wanted Scott. I took his hand and grabbed it and moved it between my legs. He slid two fingers inside of me as we continued to kiss. I felt him pump his fingers back and forth inside of me. I was dripping wet. He kissed me everywhere. He pulled his fingers from me. I took his fingers in my mouth and sucked them clean while looking into his eyes.

“I want to taste you,” he whispered.

He hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to an empty room and put me on the massage table. I held my arms up and he removed my sundress and threw it to the floor. I was completely naked. No bra. No panties. He admired my body as he kissed me all over. He kissed every inch. My nipples were rock hard. My pussy was soaking wet.

He pushed my legs open slowly and pressed his face in between my thighs, licking them, kissing them. I arched back, bracing myself on the table.

“Please,” I whispered.

He put my nipples in his mouth and sucked, moving from one to the other as he fingered me faster and faster. He leaned down and put my clit in his mouth, licking softly.

“Oh goddd,” I groaned.

“I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you,” he whispered.

“Me too,” I said as he softly licked my clit and fingered me.

I was filling up. I could hear my pussy. I could feel his fingers. I was dripping down my thighs. He slurped my juices up. He tongued. He licked. He kissed. He fingered. I was trembling.

“Oh fuckkkk, babyyyy,” I groaned.

“You taste so fucking good,” he grunted. He unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor, stepping out of them. I could see his rock hard erection under his boxer briefs. But I was so close. I wanted to cum. He kept licking, fingering. Pumping his fingers inside of me.

“Babyyy, I am so clooose,” I purred.

“Good, I want you to cum for me,” he grunted.

“Babyyyy oh my g-godddd yesss! PLEASE oh FUCK right THERE YES BABY YES FUCK!”

“Do it, fucking cum for me,” he grunted as he put his tongue back onto my cunt.

As he pressed against me, I could feel his cock against my leg. It was so hard. I couldn’t wait for him to put his cock down my whore throat.

“Oh my god I-I’m gonna c-c-cummm!” I howled as he fingered harder and harder. I was gushing. About to squirt. About to cum!

“FUCK! YES! I’M! CUMMIIIIINNGGGG!” I screamed. “Rub my fucking pussy. Hard!”

He yanked his fingers from my soaking wet cunt and rubbed my clit back and forth like a fucking DJ as I sprayed a heavy wave of squirt out of my tight pink pussy all over his stomach and legs. He leaned into it and caught some in his mouth.

“Let me taste!” I screamed.

He drooled my squirt into my mouth as we kissed. I was trembling as I sat back and looked at his squirt drenched body.

“Take those off,” I begged.

He stepped out of his boxer briefs. His hard cock sprang out. My eyes popped.

I didn’t even care anymore. This felt so fucking good. I slid off the table and onto my knees. I put my hands on his hips and crawled towards him, my mouth open. I put his cock in my mouth and wrapped my lips around his shaft. He was throbbing. Rock hard. He had a perfect cock. Long. Hard. Thick. I needed it. I looked up at him and winked as I struggled to take him all the way down my throat.

I gagged. Drool flowed out of my mouth and onto my tits.

“Guh!” I grunted as I struggled.

“Take it,” He begged. “Take it all the fucking way!”

I struggled, forcing him down my throat. I retched and gagged. More saliva flowed out of my mouth. I was rubbing my clit as I sucked him. I was close. I was so close. I looked at him and nodded. He nodded, guiding my head down his cock.

“MM-HMM,” I begged.

I needed to deep throat this cock. I needed to press my nose against his pelvis, even if I threw up. I didn’t care. I *needed* this. I *needed* to hear him say, “Holy shit!” I *needed* him to call me his little slut.

“C’mon,” he whispered. “C’mon. Almost there. You can do it. C’mon baby, take it.”

I nodded as I struggled. I took his right hand and pressed it against the back of my head and nodded, as if to say, “Do it, press my head down. Choke me on your cock, dammit!”

“You want it, don’t you?” He asked.

I nodded. He pressed my head down.

“GUHHH!” I gagged.

I WAS SO FUCKING CLOSE. He kept pushing. My body was resisting. But I needed him to push. I reached out and pressed his hand harder. HARDER. He pressed. He forced my head down. HARD. I did it. My nose pressed to his pelvis.

“AUUUUGH!” I howled as I forcefully yanked my head back. I puked a thick wave of saliva all over myself as I gasped.

“YES! Fuck. FUCK! YES!” I cheered. “Again. Call me a slut.”

He grabbed a stool in my office and put one foot on it as he jammed his cock down my throat again. He forced it. Hard. Fast. And then he started to fuck my throat. Hard and fast.

“GUH GUH GUH GUH!” I howled as saliva splattered all over him.

“Fuck yes, you little fucking slut! Take it. Take every inch down your whore throat!”

I had to touch my pussy. I rubbed my clit as he jammed his cock in and out.

“AUGH AUGH AUGH AUGH!”

“Good fucking girl!”

He reached down and hoisted me up and dropped me on the massage table. He entered me, jamming his saliva slathered cock into my cunt. He put a hand around my throat and squeezed. My hair was soaked. I was sweating. Dripping. He grunted as he pumped in and out of me. No condom on. I didn’t care. I wanted it raw. I wanted every inch. He squeezed around my throat even harder. My cheeks turned red. I nodded.

“Slap me!”

He released his hand from my throat and whacked me across the face hard enough to surprise me and excite me. I spat on his face and slapped him back.

He chuckled as he yanked me from the table and spun me around and pushed me over. He grabbed my arms behind me and jammed his cock into me. He held my arms as he fucked me from behind. I could feel his pelvis slam against my ass. Slap! SLAP! SLAP!!

“Deeper!” I begged. “Finger my asshole!”

He released my right arm. I braced myself on the massage table as he spat on my asshole and pushed a finger inside. He fingered my tight little hole as he pumped my cunt.

“YES!” I screamed. I put my face on the massage table and began to masturbate. I was dripping. His finger in my asshole felt so good. I was going to squirt against.

I rubbed my clit. I was crying with joy.

“HARDER!” I giggled. “Slap my ass!”

He yanked his finger from my asshole and whacked my ass. HARD. I knew there was a red palm print on my little booty already.

“AGAIN!” I grunted.

He whacked my ass again.

“HARDER!”

He whacked my ass as hard as he could.

“FUCK!” I cried out.

I yanked his cock from my cunt and spun around and squatted down. I took his cock down my throat while I reached my left hand behind me and slid two fingers into my asshole, fingering myself as he fucked my throat.

He spat on my face and smeared the saliva all over me.

“YESSSS!” I howled. “Get me up!”

He hoisted me up and tossed me on the massage table. I lifted my legs over his shoulders. He put his cock inside of me and began to pump again. Deep. Oh god. He was so deep. I was dripping in sweat and saliva. I was drooling all over myself.

I put two fingers in my mouth and gagged myself. My mouth filled with fluid. I grabbed Scott’s hand and drooled all of the saliva into it.

“Fuck my asshole,” I begged as I repositioned myself on the massage table and spread my ass cheeks for him. He poured the saliva onto my asshole and his cock and then eased himself, slowly, inside of my asshole.

His cock was so thick and hard. I could feel it stretch my anus open. I didn’t care. I wanted to feel it. He eased himself in, deeper, slower … and then I felt his pelvis against my ass. Every inch of him was inside of me. I was drooling uncontrollably. He hooked my cheek and pumped. He pulled my hair.

“I’m gonna squiiiirt,” I cried as I released a stream of squirt from my cunt. It ran down my legs and dripped onto the floor and onto his feet as he fucked my ass while I squirted on him.

“I’m gonna cum,” he whispered.

“Cum in my asshole,” I begged.

On command, he emptied himself inside of me. I could feel his cock throb inside of me. I could feel his thick semen shoot inside of me. I was quivering as he continued to pump sperm into my asshole. I trembled and collapsed onto the table, gasping.

“Pull it out slowly. Slowlyyyy.”

He pulled his cock from my asshole I reached behind and gaped myself for him, showing him my open asshole as his cum flowed out and over my ass and down my leg. He stepped back, trembling, laughing, drenched in sweat.

“Help me,” I whispered, laughing. He helped me from the table. I stumbled, weak and exhausted, to the chair. I collapsed, legs spread, face covered in saliva, asshole dripping cum all over the chair. His cock was still hard. He was dripping cum all over the floor.

“Wow,” I said, pushing the saliva soaked hair from my face. “Fucking. Wow.”

“I’m not stressed anymore,” he said with a laugh.

“Me either,” I said as I laughed.

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