Tamara #1: The Soccer Mom
I once had to work on a young 7 or 8 year old girl. I hate working on kids as they are too fragile for the kind of work I am an expert in. But the boss asked me to handle it, and handle it I did.
After the session her mom came in to pick her up. This woman had beautiful long black hair down to her waist. She was very fit, and had an amazing figure that was on full display clad in her tight Lululemon sweats and T-shirt. Her face was very pretty but sad…or perhaps lifeless, as if she has lost that spark life can offer. Who can blame her, with the stresses of motherhood and all? Next to her stood a little boy, a bit older than her daughter. This woman was definitely a milf, even if she did look miserable.
I eyed her up and down, summing up how good her body must look like beneath her clothing. She smiled and was, for the most part, very professional. I noticed her hand had a large Diamond ring on it but her manicure was tattered. I overheard her discussing appointment scheduling with the front desk. She snuck in the fact that she takes her kids to soccer and gymnastics a few times a week. Poor thing…
I watched her and her kids leave the office. Smirking I couldn’t help but thinking this young milf needs some good deep dicking. Boy was I right…
This raven haired beauty came back to the office the next few times requesting a half hour treatment with me. She’d go in right after her daughter. The sessions were awkward as she wasn’t very talkative, to the point as to seem distant and displeased, but very open to my instructions.
Her name was Tamara…the third Tamara I would get to know within the time period…and the first I would bed…well…fuck, see if how there was no bed.
I noticed almost instantly how this Tamara started dressing more vividly for our sessions. Hair and make up always expertly done, but not excessive. Her manicure too was now on point. She would try to sneak in some banter but it was too awkward for the both of us. A tell tale sign of sexual attraction.
Before long I started testing the waters with Tamara. I began with telling her to undress with out giving her a cover. She would do as I instructed, with the exception of her bra. Baby steps, I thought.
Next I began using a firm but gentle touch as I would position her neck with my hands, softly chocking her. She didn’t say a thing…but the sudden change in the massage room pointed to her arousal.
She would always keep her pants on, which gave me a chance to slide them off of her so as to expose her perfectly firm ass. It was like a little game we played under the guise of a medical massage. Teasing each other without being too overt.
Our sessions began to grow more sensual as Tamara began exposing herself fully to me. Her small but perky breasts calling out to me, begging me for attention. She’d blush throughout the whole session as I would brush by her breasts without touching them directly. And the way I’d man handle her round firm ass forced her to quietly moan. We both wanted to fuck.
Like a boiling tea pot, something was going to give and soon. Well, one day she came in, dressed in a black T-shirt and tight stretch jeans, her body driving me wild with desire. I instructed her to take off her top and sit on the table. Watching her as she slowly took off her shirt and bra. Her breast bouncing down, nipples erect as Tamara’s face slightly blushed. Her expression was stone cold, but I could tell today was the day.
I got behind her and began massaging. Firm and sensual, I could feel my cock getting engorged as I lean in and whisper in her ear.
“You are so fucking hot.” I said it with confidence and authority, as a matter of fact. She didn’t protest. She didn’t even flinch.
I got around the table again, and without asking for permission I begin to suck her tits. Tamara moaned quietly, before stopping me and asking me about privacy. After all this wasn’t a room, merely a cubby separated by curtains. We could get caught anytime. I was used to it. Tamara wouldn’t be the first woman I fucked here.
I leaned in close to her ear and whispered: “I can’t wait, I must have you right now.”
I proceeded to shush her, watching her facial expression shine as she smiled. She was hot and ready. I shush her again, instructing her to keep quiet, as I pulled her jeans off, along with the panties.
I spread Tamara’s legs and began to worship her wet milf pussy, fingering her as I go. Her body responded very well to my oral skills. Tamara was quick to cum, as most desperate house wives usually do while having fun with young strangers.
The office was busy with its usual hustle and bustle…thank god this place was disorganized! It helped me satisfy my adventures with patients and coworkers without any repercussions. Today was no different. Tamara climaxed, and that was my cue!
I pulled my pants down, already hard with intense anticipation, and slowly entered her tight body. The table squeaked so I had to be careful. Her wet tight pussy felt divine as she took my entire shaft inside her. I leaned in to kiss Tamara as she wrapped her hands around my neck. Lifting her up, I fucked her standing while she buried her face in my chest and shoulder. Tamara was half-crying half-climaxing with every thrust. Meanwhile I was in a trance. Dominating. Fucking this unsatisfied soccer mom the way only a young massage therapist can. I could feel her pussy throbbing, pulsating rhythmically to my deep thrusts as her body writhed in my arms. She came again, and soon so was I. Laying Tamara back down on the table, I pulled my hard cock out of her dripping pussy and came all over her sexy flat stomach.
We cleaned ourselves up. Tamara’s entire demeanor changed. This was an unrecognizable woman, one that is finally pleased and fully fulfilled. Her smile was our little secret. She left my work cubby, blushing, leaving me a hefty tip.
I felt like a giggalo. And fuck it…if I get to fuck a sexy milf and get handsomely paid for it…then I guess I’m a giggalo.
The next time Tamara would come see me, we’d skip the foreplay and start fucking off the bat. Our little sessions growing more kinky…as they always did with every woman. Tamara confided in me that she’s a trophy wife for some Russian businessman, and she feels neglected and lonely. Getting fucked by me made her feel young and desired again. I was glad to help.
Tamara and I indulged in our fuck sessions at the office for a few months before her insurance lapsed. She and I still get together from time to time on my lunch break, so she can blow me in her car, or let me fuck her in the backseat of her SUV.
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