So a quick background, I’ve been going to this chiro/physio center for the past 4 or so years. The center is located in a different state from my home but I travel very often for work, so it has worked out fine the past few years until the pandemic. I started going to the center while they were just starting up, and knew the doctors there quite well.
I’ve been missing my appointments for the past 6 months and I was finally allowed to travel after the regulations relaxed. Due to the pandemic the center is only open for appointments and they try to keep their working hours short. So whenever there are no more customers, the center will close up instead of waiting until the end of their working hours. There was a bit of a mixed up when it came to my appointment. I had arranged for a 5pm session, but they must have forgotten and already started closing down when I arrived at the place.
Luckily they haven’t left yet but my physiotherapist was already showering and getting ready to leave the center. So the owner which was also the Chiropractor, started with my session first while my physiotherapist got ready. When my therapist was ready, the owner close up the rest of the place only leaving my booth open and left for the day. So it was down to just me and my therapist.
My therapist lets call her Morgan always wears loose fitting scrubs but this time, she was wearing her normal clothes. Which really accentuate her fit shapely body. She was very apologetic for forgetting my appointment and the usual professional atmosphere just wasn’t there anymore, it was much more relaxed. Every time I went to the center the therapist would always speak in a loud and clear voice detailing what they are going to do and what is wrong with my body etc. This time she was much more chatty and instead we just talked about stuff instead.
The chat went smoothly, we talked about everything. Usually when I have my heat/electro treatment where it would take 15-20minutes of just me lying there while the machine works its thing. The therapist would leave me alone and probably take a quick break. This time however Morgan sat with me and we continued talking.
Slowly our talks turned into a bit of a flirt. I tested the waters and started complimenting her looks just to see how she would react and she complimented me back. Which really boosted my confidence and I pushed the subject towards more of a flirtatious nature. She knew I was married and I brooch the subject of how me and my wife have an open relationship. She was super interested and soon we were talking about relationships and sex. It was then she told me that she was actually a transsexual. The mood changed so much, you could practically cut the atmosphere with all the sexual tension between us. At the time I knew she was definitely feeling the sexual tension but I’m not sure just how far she would go. I was still cautious, but our topic is anything but professional.
Finally it came to the part where she had to work on my buttock’s muscles for my lower back pain. Usually it is done where they would cover me with a blanket and slide down my pants and underwear to work on me. Just as she was starting, I blurted out apologetically that I was hard. She took it well and sort of brush it off saying it is perfectly normal, I followed up saying all the talk about sex has got me worked up. That when she replied “yeah, I can tell” and laugh it off.
My heart must have been pumping 500fps with my cock is rock hard solid while she work on me. She started complimenting on my physique saying that I’ve been keeping in shape and she could tell. She was feeling my thighs which usually doesn’t need to be touched. I could no longer concentrate on the topic and was relatively quiet while she worked on my buttocks, then it came time to flip me over for some stretching.
I took the leap of faith and as I turn over upright, I told her I wouldn’t be able to do the stretching as my erect cock would definitely get in the way. It must have stunned her for a few seconds, as she went quiet. It was amongst the longest second of my life as we were both dead quiet. She then slowly felt up my bulge as I was frozen in place and then she broke the silence to whisper “handjob?”. She looked at me for the reply and I uttered please.
She help me slid down my pants, my cock was practically jumping out of my pants. Morgan was very reserved, I could tell as she stared at my cock and gently touching it. I asked her if she was comfortable with all this and apologized if I anyhow pressured her into this. She told me it wasn’t that she was worried about, she then asked if I minded that she was a trans. I reassured her that I was super lucky that she was interested in me.
There was an awkward pause I then pulled down my mask and leaned in as I slowly took off her mask. She didn’t back away and only looked at me as I went in for a kiss. Tongues were instantly shot across our mouths. I held onto her face with one hand and the other pushing myself upright, while she was still holding on to my erect cock. It was like the sexual tension of the past hour was exploded, we couldn’t have enough of each other.
I have no idea how long we went on like this, it wasn’t until she pushed me back down to continue her handjob. She attitude changed instantly, she couldn’t stop smirking as she redo her tied up hair. One of the sexiest thing a girl could do IMO. She took complete charge, sliding my pants all the way off, pushing all the blankets and equipment aside and demanding me to get naked.
She poured oil all over my inner thighs and slowly worked her way up my cock, I was moaning in ecstasy. Cupping my balls and alternating between rapidly jerking my cock and slow death grip as if she was squeezing the last drop of toothpaste. I have an uncut cock, she would peel my foreskin all the way back with 1 hand and the other polishing my tip rapidly. Taunting and teasing me as she knows just how sensitive it is. She pulled up her shirt exposing her firm fake tits but never taking off her bra to tease me.
Every time she makes a pass around my tip it’s a mix of pleasure and pain, as the oil slowly dries up I was begging her to spit on my cock. She made this purring noise taunting me asking me if I was getting too sensitive. Morgan would tease me with her spit, making a small ball of spit right on her lips only to suck it back into her mouth. All the while rubbing my sore tip. She would let the spit roll around her juicy lips as she occasionally let it leak down her chin but never letting it reach my cock was infuriatingly good. I begged and begged it only made her happier.
Morgan was taking so much pleasure in watching me beg and squirm she was massaging my tip with one hand and rubbing herself on the other hand. Finally she churned out so much spit as she let’s it drip down bit by bit onto my cock and right before the biggest dollop of spit rolls down she catches it with her hand denying me the comfort of lubing back up my tip.
With a big pool of spit on her palm, she harshly warps her spit drenched palm and jerk my entire length of cock. It was heaven, finally having the sensation of lubing back up my aching tip. I pre-cummed so much as there was a creamy froth all over Morgan’s hand like spider webs.
Morgan has been keeping me on edge for the past minute or so only giving me a few quick rapid pumps before stopping with a death grip right on the base of my cock. At that point, I have completely lost it I was whimpering and moaning at the top of my lungs twitching my hips yearning to have Morgan finish me.
Morgan worked herself up so much, she was busy pleasuring 2 cocks at this time. She was pumping me and herself at the same pace. For her last tease, she bend all the way down hovering barely a centimeter away from my cock and ask me if I wanted a blowjob to finish. I never said yes so quickly and desperately in my life, as she literally blows air unto my aching tip. She laughs and continues stroke-squeeze my cock while blowing my tip.
I couldn’t take much more, I was at the point of no return. Despite my best self-control I reached over to squeeze her, I didn’t care what I was holding onto, I just needed a piece of her. Morgan barely flinched. Her death grip was so over powering I could feel my cum forcing their way up my urethra as I warned her I’m cumming. I was expecting myself to shoot ropes upon ropes of pent up cum, but instead with her death grip never relaxing all I could manage was drizzles of cum spurting out of my tip.
Morgan finally relaxed her grip and turned it into a slowly gentle stroke running up and down my shaft as if to encourage more cum to be set free. It felt like I was pissing jello when the pressure is finally released. Morgan leaned down unto my naked body and started kissing me all over as euphoria washes over me, her other hand never leaving her own crotch. I wanted to return the favor but she told me “maybe later?”
We cleaned up and I helped her close up the center while we made plans for dinner.
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So this ended up much longer than I originally anticipated. I guess there’s going to be a part 2 when I finish writing this!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lc9tk7/mstarted_a_fwb_relationship_with_my
Wonderful, simply wonderful. Cannot wait for part 2.
Wow, one of the best stories i ever read