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and Enemies to Lovers femdom erotic story. Claire has been
a mass house therapist for over twenty years. She has
dealt with all sorts of clients over that time. She
is more than capable of handling herself in most situations.
So why does a mere thought of dealing with Mark Stutley,
the fading football star, phil her with so much dread.
She knows he is arrogant, she knows he is a bully.
He has left other therapists crying with his com nothing
that Claire can't handle, but it says something else. Does
her loathing for this man consumer thoughts? Or is there
a darken need that burns in Cyclaire. Hi, it's Devlin
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as you enjoy tonight's show. Claire looked at the clock
on the wall. The minute hand moved ominously toward the
hour mark. She has been qualified as a massage therapist
for twenty years now and never dreaded seeing any pain,
but the reputation of Mark Stutley sent an icy chill
up and down her spine. He was arrogant and quite frankly,
a bully. The days of his professional football career were
long behind him, but he still seemed to believe he
was in his heyday and could be mean to anyone
he wanted to be. In a little over two minutes,
she would finally meet the man who had decimated the
confidence of so many of her colleagues. Arrogant fuck. Looking
over his notes making him wait for that little bit longer,
she noted he complained of a ligament strain on his knee.
He had apparently researched it online and would tell the
therapist how they should treat it. Are the wonders of
doctor Google, she pondered. Still, that didn't excuse belittling the
people who were just trying to help him. If he
turned his face famously acidic tongue on her, he would
be sure to find out another level of pain that
he hadn't imagined yet. The nurses had privately agreed there
was no liquorment injury. He was such an asshole. The
only way he could get a woman's hands on his
body was to feign injury and book in for his
weakly therapeutic massage. The minute hand eventually clicked past the ten,
and Claire decided she had made him wait long enough.
Opening the door to a massage room, she called out,
mister Stidley, please. A tall man rose from a chair
from his build. It was obvious he had been a
sportsman at some point in time in his history. His
chest stretched, the material of his t shirt tight, and
as he pushed his arm down onto the arm of
the chair, lifting himself up, Claire could not help, but
no hel the material stretched around his bicep. He hobbled
slowly across the waiting room, his leg allegedly sore. It
was a shame he was such a nasty pastard, she thought,
as he walked slowly through the doorway. There was a
lot she could do with a body like that. Just
sit on the edge of the bed, she said briskly,
as she followed him into the room, alurting the door
swinging silently behind her, watching his butt cheeks tighten beneath
his shorts as she slowly walked behind him. A lot
she could do, he sighed with relief as he lowered
himself onto the edge of the massage bed. Unclear ratchet
and I would be your massage therapist today, She said, briefly,
and keeping her tone cold and professional, how has your
knee been over the past week? What do you think
it's fucking hurt? He snarled his response, his dark eyes
glaring at her with barely controlled rage. Ignoring his arrogant tone,
she pressed her thumb against his injured knee, smiling inwardly
as he winced with pain. Without moving her thumb, she
met his case and said, mister Sudley, you've been seen
by every therapist in this clinic. We are here to
help you. If you continue to take that tone, you'll
find no one available to help you anywhere. To accentuate
her displeasure, she pressed a little harder with a thumb,
the massage therapy if you will only help if you
do the exercises you have been shown, she said coldly.
You are doing the exercises, aren't you. His legs tense
with obvious discomfort, his voice strained as he replied, yes,
and I'm doing the freaking exercises expertly. She supported his
leg in her hands, gripping it with her finger nails,
her nails on the verge of pushing into his skin
as she said, flex your knee for me. Fall about hurts,
he growled as he flexed his knee. Claire grinned revenge
for all the therapists he had treated so badly. She thought,
Glamor is a bitch. Stop moaning and focus on moving
your leg or I'll strap you in, Claire said, without
taking her eyes off the muscles tensing in his legs,
enjoying the sensation of his legs trembling in her hands
through the effort. Then her eyes were diverted by an
unexpected flickering his shorts, a bulge growing beneath the dark material.
Her attention focus solely on the movement inside his sports
attire cleare almost missed the transformation of his complaining moans
into something a lot more erotic. Was it the pain,
her dominant demeanor, the thought of being tied up? And
this might get a lot more interesting, Claire decided, thinking
through a diary, she did have a break to you
after this appointment, so she could prolong this one for
at least another hour. Now, that would be revenge. Deciding
to test the water, Claire commanded, swing your legs up
onto the bed, mister Stutley and lay back. Surprisingly, he
swung his legs and laid back as commanded. Claire's hands
supporting his legs through the movement, but not a word
of complaint from her patient. Try pulling your knee up
towards your chest, please, she said, as she felt his
muscle tense with the effort. Moaning in discomfort, he suddenly
grabbed at her hair. Fortunately, Claire was too experience to
be caught and poured her head away from his outstretched fingers.
Mister Studley, you leave me in no option, she said,
grabbing a roll of bandage from the medical trolley, unraveling it,
she wrapped it quickly around his wrists and secured his
hands to the metal bed frame. There was nothing but
a resigned groan from the man on the bed. Returning
to his knee, she could not fail to notice just
how pronounced his erection was within his shorts. So, mister
Nastein likes to be dominated. M now this will be fun.
Covering her hands in massage oil, she grasped his thy
firmly before pushing her fingers along the soft flesh, her
fingers just slipping inside the legs of his shorts. A
soft groan dropped from his lips as his thick cock
twitched furiously inside the shorts and desperate for attention. Claire's
eyes traced over the plane of his stomach, over the
breadth of his chest, and held his gaze with passionate
intense as her hands continued to slide firmly up and
down his muscular thighs. Every time her fingertips reached the
legs of his shorts, they slid a little further under
the material. His body response so beautifully contorted by the
caress of her fingernails, teasing at the edge of his
swelling erection, the torment of his lust burrowing into Claire's
gaze as he moaned, please, it's been so long. His
voice chowed short as Claire's fingernail caressed his weeping slit.
Since what, mister Studley, Claire quizzed teasingly, Since you've been fucked,
is it? She continued, groning menacingly. Do you mean to
say that all that charm you displayed earlier hasn't got
you into a woman's panties for a while, she asked,
smiling wildly. Well, I am surprised. I have to say.
Maybe I should teach you a few manners on how
to treat a woman, she said as her fingernails. Desney
scratched down his bullsack, forcing his hips to rise to
meet her touch. We need it, eager hunted out, always
about you, isn't it, mister Stuteley. Well, if you want satisfaction,
you will have to ask nicely. She's dead, pulling her
hand away from his thighs. Please, he implored, Please what
Claire replied, Please? Miss, He ventured, doubt echoing his voice,
Claire stepped away from the massage bed and dug through
the supplies of the medical trolley, retrieving two new bandages.
That's better, she said, as she unwrapped the bandages, securing
each of his ankles to the base of the bed,
watching him for a moment as he lay prone on
the bed, relieved that no one would enter the room
while she still had a patient booked inside. There was
something about watching this man that was normally so arrogant
and brush laying prone to her Mercy tied to the bed.
As Claire loosened the buttons of her tunic, he gasped
loudly as his eyes caressed her breast. Oh, I thought
I might be too much of a woman for you,
she said, grilling at him as he moved in the
torturous grip of his desire. No, not at all, I
preferred curvy women, he moaned, as his eyes burned a
path down to her pants. Really, she purred, her fingers,
toying with the button of her pants. I guess you
might be wondering if my pussyus as luscious and sexy
as my tits, Mark just nodded in furious response. Unbuttoning
her pants, she let them fall to the ground before
stepping out of the pile of material around her ankles
and walking to the side of the bed. Mark panted
desperately as she stood me inches from his mouth, her
hands sliding into her panty's and caressing her damn folds.
In one slow, deliberate movement, retrieving her hand from the
lace material, she extended one wet finger and traced a
painfully slow line across his lips. Her patient mouth froraciously
at her finger, sucking like a rabid animal. You liked
the taste of that, mister Stuteley, she said, teasingly, and
not waiting for his response, She pulled her hand back
from his mouth and slid her panties over the curve
of her hips. Stepping out, she remained just inches away
from him, so close, yet so unavailable. As she slid
her hand back between her thighs, stroking her aching lips slowly,
his torture continued. The truth was she hadn't had sex
and Asius either, and Mark Stuteley was the sort of
man she could really go for. They may are you
a lot, but she got off on that angry and
make up secks made it all worth while, But she
wasn't about to let him know all that. Would you
like to fill your big hard cock inside my heart
wet pussy, then, she said, playfully, as she pushed her
fingers between her wet lips. As cock answered for him,
trembling violently inside his shorts, his words strangled by his
own desire. My pussy does feel so hot and so
wet right now, and if I pushed my fingers all
the way inside, she gasped as she thrust her fingers
deep inside herself, her core clutching at her fingertips as
she teased them along the walls of her pussy, easing
her fingers out the caress of her feminine desire and
drifted down the inside of her thighs. She moved her
fingertips quickly, and catching the trace of her juices, she
teased it once again over his lips. Leaning closely, she whispered,
do you want this mark? Mark just nodded enthusiastically. No,
I want you to say it. Yes, I want it. Please,
he begged, straining at the bandages. Please want Mark, she said, currently, please, miss,
he responded desperately, before you get inside my luscious pussy,
I think you need to earn it. Slowly mounting the bed,
Claire placed a leg either side of his head. Balancing,
she lowered her pussy down on toward his mouth. Impress me,
she said, as she ran her fingers through his hair,
pulling his face hard against her trembling pussy. Rocking her hips,
she forced her click across his stubble chin. His tongue
flicked desperately quick punishing strokes against a sensitive nub. His
breath ragged with the vicious movements of her pelvis, forcing
him to take shorter gasps. Her warm slicks smeared across
her thighs and covered his face. Somewhere between his gasps,
she can hear him begging for release, slowing her movements
for a moment, she said, did your mum not teach
you anything? Ladies always come first, And with that, she
pushed her pussy back up his face with a slow
thrusting movement, the caress of his stubble sending shocks of
electricity moving through a body. The heat of his breath
abbreviated punctuated pummeled her clit, and when she felt his
tongue pushing between her lips, again exploring her faults, her
body raptured with pleasure. Her legs tensed as she thrust
her pussy against his tongue, demanding satisfaction to me, taking
over that edge, letting out a low guttural moan. Her
pleasure followed as a delicious orgasm cascaded through a body,
and undertone of gas punctuated the sensations trembling through a pussy,
Lifting her hips slightly, Mark took a breath of much
needed air, shifting her body slowly down his stomach. She
watched with mild amusement at his urgent gas of breath
as she positioned herself over his thighs, Its shorts tented
dramatically with his swollen erection. Placing her hands either side,
she rubbed his firm length through the soft material. The
heat of his passion burned at her fingertips. I need
to come, he whispered in frustration, Pulling his shorts down.
His erection sprung into the air, swollen and glowing. Grinning.
She took his length in her hand and gave it
a single long stroke, before saying, it's all about you,
isn't it. Mark wh not to day, wringing her other
hand down and spanking his erection firmly. You have to
learn Another hard spank, he gasped loudly, although it was
impossible to tell if it was in pleasure or pain.
That I'm in charge. Another spank, His cockhead reddened at
the treatment. Is sensitivity increasing beyond sensibility? I decide when
you can be pleasured? Another spank hard At this time,
the slap echoing around the room. Mark moaned at the nurse,
tingling desperate sensitivity in his cock. Grasping his cock in
both hands, Claire bent it firmly. Don't break it, he
managed between gas. I'm a therapist and know what I'm doing,
Claire said, curtly, and grabbing his balls and twisting them
first one way, then the other. Mark risd on the
bed in tormented pleasure. Is cock electric to the touch.
Claire dipped her head and dragged her teeth along his
throbbing tip, letting his cocks slide, insighed, scraping him, seeing
mona after moan of hellishly pain pleasure to roup from
his lips. Do what I say, she said, abruptly, lifting
his erection and pushing her fingernail firmly along his bullsack,
and I will let you come, she finished, bringing her
hand down in a low arc, spanking the underside of
his balls. Nothing intelligible left Mark's mouth. Clare just sighed
over dramatically. Learn to speak, man, she said, squeezing his
cock tightly, dragging a fingernail from her one free hand
over his weeping slid. Please this is too much, he
panted out. Please what she asked, shortly spanking his cock
tip yet again, the slap resounding of the walls. U
s miss, he said, his voice exasperated with lust. Better,
but not yet, she said, releasing his cock gently moving
her head lower, Aware he might actually have a strange liquament.
She sat on the inside of his thigh and grasping
it between her teeth and dragging them along it. Mark
tried to pull away from her bite, the torture, his
pleasure growing like an inferno through his body, every nerve
resonating with his desperation for satisfaction. Lifting his cock again,
exposing his bulls, Clear slid her mouth over them, flicking
them gently with her tongue, low lazy circles, Teasing at
his testicles, She rubbed her hand up and down the
length of his shaft, slowly, feeling his pulsing member growing
under her grasp, his first drops a pre comb sliding
between her fingers. She stopped and poured at his balls
with her teeth, dragging the edge of her teeth slowly
over his scrutum, enjoying the sensation of his whole body.
Twisting to move away from the torment of pleasure. Pushing
her hand between his sighs, her fingernail danced around the
tight rosette of his ass, grinning at the sensation of
it clutching to a touch. Claire wondered for a moment
if his ass had ever been invaded. Probably not, He's
too much of a man for that sort of thing,
She decided, to. She thrust a finger inside, massarting that spot,
thrusting her finger in and out firmly. His hips bucked
in pleasure, clenching tightly around her finger. She pushed another
finger inside, stretching his tight ring as far as she could,
stroking the length of his cock slowly. Whilst thrusting her
fingers in and out of his ass. She could feel
his negroing, his moans growing, his hands pulling at the
makeshift restraints like a wild animal tide. He writhed for release.
Then she stopped, a low groan of disappointment sounding through
his chest. Not yet, she said, not until I say,
Moving down his body, sliding his cock between her ample breasts,
she rubbed them over his length. The soft skin massaging
is over sensitive cock. Want to come on my tits,
mister Stuteley, she asked playfully, these miss He stuttered, his tip,
growing an angry purple against the porcelain of her breast listening.
Was frustrated. Pleasure tough, she said, sitting back up, releasing
his manhood. Grabbing her cellphone from the side, she quickly
punched at the keypad coilly, ignoring Mark's pleads for satisfaction. Sorry, Mark,
she teased, Did you say something? Can I come? Miss?
He said, his body racked with pleasure. You do like
the sound of your own voice, don't you, Mark? She said?
Playthings should be seen and not heard, she added curtly,
before grabbing another bandage from the trolley, forcing his head forward.
She wrapped it around his head, pushing it between his
jewels to form a rough gag. Sitting up as high
as she could manage, affording Mark an intimate view of
a throbbing pussy, she circled her clit with her fingernail.
Maybe I should just play with my clit again until
I come, she said, wistfully. You could watch, but you
couldn't come, she said, grinning at him. Mark mumbled something
beneath the confines of his gag, his eyes widened. I
can't hear, Mark, she said in a sing song tone.
Resting the lips of her pussy on the length of
his cock, she could feel him pulsing against her, his
heat burning at her folds. As she started rubbing her
clip slowly along his shaft. Quick strokes of her fingers
sent electricity moving through her body. Leaning heavily on her
other arm, she had to brace herself As the orgasm
poured at her body, Her pussy clutched wildly along his
trembling length, nipping at the tight flesh of his cock.
Her thighs tensed around him as she moaned quicker and quicker.
Eyes fixed on Marks, holding his intense stare as she
moaned out her or chasm. Panting gently, she looked into
Mark's eyes from behind her fallen air. That felt so good,
she started, How was it for you? Another mumble from
behind the white crape cag Sorry I couldn't hear. Cat
got your tongue, she said, as her breathing calmed. Suddenly,
a knock at the door echoed around the room. Don't
go anywhere, she said, grinning as she slid from the bed,
Quickly dressing, She took her breath to calm her nerves
before grasping the cold metal door. So, and nurse, is
fendom fantasy? Well we haven't done femdom in the while,
have we not? Really, it's a bad time. I hope
you're enjoying it anyway, Next week party? Who is behind
the door? What is going to happen to? I'd like
to say, poor Mark, but I'm not sure we can
say Paul Mark. Really just let's just say, Mark, what
else has Claire got lined up for him? You'll just
have to wait till next week when we can get
wild in bed or whatever again you would like that way,
m But until then and always with your pleasure in mind,
this is devil in world wishing you solacious dreams. Is
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