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Claire has been a massive 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 the mere thought of dealing with Mark Stutley,
the fading football star, filled her with so much dread?
She knows he is arrogant, she knows he is a bully.
He has left other therapists crying with his comments. Nothing
that Claire can't handle, but it says something else? Does
her loathing for this man consumer thoughts? Or is there
a darkened that burns in Cyclaire? Hi, it's Devlin and
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to your body 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 patient, 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, apparently researched it online and
would tell the therapist how they should treat it. And 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 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 ligament 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 him 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 off his hid
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 notice how 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, side 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,
in keeping her tone cold and professional. How has your
knee been over the past week? What do you think
is 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 turn, 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 week 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,
so I'm doing the freaking exercises expertly. She supported his
leg in her hands, gripping it with her fingernails, her
nails on the verge of pushing into his skin as
she said, flex your knee for me. Full about hurts,
He growled. As he flexed his knee. Claire grinned revenge
for all the therapists he had treated so badly. She thought,
camera 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 focused solely on the movement inside his sports attire.
There 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 lay 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 muscles
tense with the effort. Moaning in discomfort, he suddenly grabbed
at her hair. Fortunately, Claire was too experienced 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
Nasty likes to be dominated. Now, this will be fun.
Covering her hands in massage oil, she grasped his thigh
firmly before pushing her fingers along the soft flesh, her
fingertips 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 can tortured 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 choked 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 teasingly
scratched down his bullsack, force his hips to rise to
meet her touch. I need it, eager, hunted out, always
about you, isn't it, mister Stutley. Well, if you want satisfaction,
you will have to ask nicely, she said, 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 in. 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 purd her fingers,
toying with the button of her pants. I guess you
might be wondering if my pussy is 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 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 panties 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 frraciously
at her finger, sucking like a rabbid animal. You liked
the taste of that, mister Studley, 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 anxious either, and Mark Stutley was the sort of
man she could really go for. They may argue a lot,
but she got off on that angry and make up
sex made it all worthwhile. 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. Males 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 finger 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. Now 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 towards 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 clit 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 gas
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 her body. The heat of his breath
abbreviated punctuated, pummeled her clit, and when she felt his
tongue pushing between her lips, again exploring her folds, her
body raptured with pleasure, her legs tense 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? Why not to day, wringing her other
hand and spanking his ration 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,
his 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 what I'm doing, Claire said, curtly,
and grabbing his balls and twisting them first one way
and then the other. Mark arrived on the back and tormented.
Pleasure is cock electric to the touch. Claire dipped her
head and dragged her teeth along his throbbing tip, letting
his cocks lide in sighe scraping him, forcing moan after
moan of hellishly pain pleasure to erupt 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 the low arc, spanking the underside of his balls.
Nothing intelligible left Mark's mouth, Clad just sighed over dramatically.
Learnt to speak, man, she said, squeezing his cock tightly,
dragging a fingernail from her one free hand over his
weeping slit. Please this is too much, he panted out.
Please what she asked, shortly spanking his cock tip yet again,
the slap resounding off the walls. Yes, 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 liquorament. 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 tortures, pleasure growing like an inferno
through his body, every nerve resonating with his desperation for satisfaction,
Lifting his cock again, exposing his ball 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 pulsey member growing under her grasp, his first drops
of 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. Did. She thrust a finger inside,
massaging 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 oversensitive cock want to come
on my tits, mister Stuteley, she asked, playfully. Be's miss,
he stuttered, his tip growing in 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 whitened. 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 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 a orgasm. 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 you. 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 handle. So a nurse's 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 Part two? Who is behind the door? What is
going to happen to? I'd like to say poor Mark.
I'm not sure we can say poor Mark. Really, 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 all over again.
You would like that one, you, But until then, and
always with your pleasure of mind, this is definitely wild.
Wishing you solacious dreams.