Today I received a female patient, who had hit her genital area and inner thighs after falling off a bicycle,
I invited her into the VIP room, which was a consultation room designed by the clinic for treating more private areas, and it even had bathroom facilities. After leading her inside, I began to examine her injuries, and it was only then that I looked at her carefully.
She looks very delicate, with a round face, about 161cm tall, and her breasts are estimated to be around 34B.
Wearing a white semi-transparent chiffon blouse, a white lace demi-cup bra, with large nipples faintly visible.
On the lower body was a pleated miniskirt, transparent pantyhose on the legs, a slightly protruding lower abdomen, and a pair of closed-toe high heels on the feet,
After she came in, I asked her to lie on the bed and helped her take off her shoes.
I then said to her: [Miss Chen, I need to examine your injury. I will help you take off your skirt and pull your pantyhose down to your knees. Please spread your legs slightly. Thank you.]
Although she was very embarrassed, she didn't stop my actions.
I slowly lifted her short skirt. What came into view was her white panties under her skin-toned pantyhose.
I could see the hair on her private parts clearly. At this moment, my little brother started to feel hot.
I noticed there were horizontal lines on her lower abdomen. I asked her curiously: 'Miss Chen, what are those lines on your stomach?' She blushed and replied, 'I just gave birth a little over three months ago, those are stretch marks.' Oh! So that's what it is. After learning this, I began to perform palpation for her.
I gently pressed the inside of her thigh with my hand and asked if it hurt. She shook her head.
I caressed her thighs and calves again, but she still shook her head.
I had no choice but to ask her: [Miss Chen, does it hurt there?]
She pointed at her private area and said softly and shyly: 'I bumped here.'
As soon as I saw her pussy, I said, 'Then I want to take off your panties and inspect.'
She just nodded and turned her head the other way. I pulled down her panties, and waves of a fishy smell hit my nose,
I then used both index fingers to touch her outer labia. Before long, a lot of fluid flowed from her vaginal opening.
I lowered my head to carefully examine and found that aside from some red swelling from impact, there was no serious harm. However, her vaginal fluids were increasing more and more. Seizing the opportunity, I said to her: 'Miss Chen, I'm going to spread your vagina open now to see if there's any injury inside.'
Without waiting for her answer, he inserted his right index finger in,
At first she only twisted her body a little, but later she could not bear the stimulation and began to let out soft cries
[Oh... oh... I can't take it anymore..... oh..... oh...... don't be too rough.... ah... ah... ah....]
While thrusting, I pulled out my hard penis and rubbed it up and down with my hand.
She spread her legs wide open, trembling incessantly.
Soon after, she secreted a large amount of lustful fluid, panting nonstop,
I pulled out my fingers, bent my head down, and licked her opening and closing vaginal entrance.
She sat up weakly and said: 'Don't lick there, it's dirty.'
At this moment she also saw the penis I was holding in my left hand, and nervously asked, [Massage therapist, why did you take that out.]. I was stunned for a moment and replied: [Because you just secreted too much vaginal fluid, I need to lick the water dry first, then apply the medicine onto the penis to help treat you, so the medicine won’t run out. However, my penis still isn’t hard enough, so the medicine may leak out.].
After she heard my explanation, not knowing what to do, I hurriedly continued: [This isn’t making love, but treating your illness. You must help me, otherwise what we just did will have been for nothing.]
Miss Chen recalled the lewd moans she made when she came earlier and saw that the fluids from her private parts had soaked the entire bed. Not caring about that anymore, she asked me softly, 'Then how can I help you?'
Seeing she was willing, I said, 'Please use your mouth to help me suck my penis, so it can fully erect. Only then can the medicated glans be inserted into your vagina, preventing the medicine from leaking out.'
After hearing it, her face flushed red and she nodded slightly,
I asked her to get off the bed first. I took off my pants and underwear and lay flat on the bed. After she got on the bed, her butt was positioned toward me, and her mouth was aimed at my penis, forming a 69 position.
Shyly, she supported my penis with her hand, opening her mouth wide to take my glans inside, sometimes licking it with her tongue.
My dick was now fully hard, filling her jade-like mouth.
I pulled down his buttocks, licking his perineum hard with my tongue. With one index finger, I dipped it in her arousal fluid and gently inserted it into her pink anus. While licking, she cried out: [Ah... masseur... please be gentle... my anus hurts... ah... ah... don't put it in my anus, it's dirty inside... oh... oh...]
As soon as I heard that, I inserted my entire index finger into the anus, poking back and forth.
She:[Ah.... my anus is going to split open..... gently.... oh.... slower...... ah... so uncomfortable....... I'm going to climax..... oh.. oh.. oh...]
I saw her vaginal fluids gushing out again, so I asked her to turn around, align her vagina with the penis, and have her sit down.
She may already have been too weak to hold on, and suddenly sat down. She and I both let out a “oh...” at the same time,
I began moving up and down, my glans entering and exiting her vagina. She lay weakly on top of me, letting me thrust forcefully.
I used my hands to help her remove her top and bra, then used both my mouth and hands to suck on her two nipples.
Soon after; her nipples actually secreted milk. I worked hard to suck the milk while thrusting forcefully into her vagina with my lower body. She also cooperated with me in up-and-down coupling. Her lustful fluid kept increasing, and the more smoothly I thrust, the only sounds in the room were the splashing water sounds of [pu... zi... pu... zi....] and her rapid moans.
I thrust over a hundred times. She suddenly held me tight, clenched her legs, and a series of contractions came from her vagina. I knew she had already come. I kept my penis inside her pussy, just not moving, enjoying the gripping and releasing of her vagina.
After resting for a while, she asked me: 'Massage therapist, can I get up now?' I nodded, pulling my penis out forcefully. She let out an 'ah,' her entire leg covered in fluid, soaking her pantyhose.
I responded that I hadn't cum yet, my penis was still hard as it pulled out,
Seeing this, she hurriedly tried to put her panties and pantyhose back on, afraid I would insert again.
How could I let her off so easily? With one hand, I pulled down her panties and stockings,
While telling her: [Miss Chen; you haven’t finished your treatment, so please do not put on your underwear yet. Because your underwear is too tight, it will compress the private area, causing local congestion, and this will have a bad effect on your future sex life. So, please do not put on your underwear.]
As soon as she heard that, she got a bit nervous and asked: [Then what should I do? Can I put on my pantyhose first, is that okay!]
Seeing her insistence, I nodded. Then I saw her take off her panties, leaving only her stockings on, completely naked except for a pair of transparent, soaked pantyhose on her body.
Because of the treatment just now, she was also a lot less shy,
Seeing my penis still erect, she asked me sheepishly: 'Massage therapist, sorry to have you treat me, but you haven't released yourself yet. What should we do now?'
Seeing her ask this way, I took the opportunity to tell her: [Actually, I wanted to cum earlier when you were squeezing me so tight, but your treatment needs one more application of medicine to fully heal. I had to hold back from cumming, just to help you with the treatment.]
Upon hearing this, Miss Chen's face paled with fright. She thought to herself: Her pussy was still swollen and sore from being penetrated by the masseur just now, and now she had to apply medicine again. How could she bear it? But not getting it treated wasn't an option either.
She looked at me hesitantly, unsure of what to do.
I then walked over gently and said, 'Don't worry. This time I'll insert gently, not like before. You just need to lean your upper body on the bed and raise your buttocks high.'
I gently pressed her against the bedside, telling her not to move, then crouched down and caressed her private parts through her pantyhose.
After a while, her pussy leaked lewd fluid again.
I then asked her to lick my penis. My slightly shrunken dick hardened again.
I taught her to lick the slit of my penis with the tip of her tongue, like eating ice cream. Quickly, my glans grew even larger than during the previous treatment. I immediately asked her to lie on her stomach, tore a hole in her pantyhose near her vaginal opening with my hand, raised my glans to rub up and down against her labia, then aimed at the vaginal opening and slowly inserted the glans bit by bit into her vagina.
She was somewhat difficult to enter because her vaginal fluids were insufficient; after much effort, the glans finally went in. As I went in and out, I watched her labia being lifted and then closing again as the large glans moved in and out,
When I noticed her juices were increasing more and more, I told her: 'Miss Chen, your vagina is wet enough now, I'm going to start thrusting hard.' She nodded, spreading her legs wider and arching her butt higher to make it easier for me to poke her.
Seeing that she was ready, I exerted force, and with a [squelch] sound, I thrust all the way in.
She was being fucked violently by me, and could only moan while matching my thrusts: "Oh... oh... you're hitting the bottom... oh... oh... I'm gonna die... good brother... fucking my little pussy feels so good..."
After thrusting about two hundred times, I used my index finger to smear the fluid I had thrust out of her onto her anus. Using both hands, I spread her anus wider and wider. Taking advantage of her inattention, I pulled my penis out, aimed at her anus, and thrust in forcefully. Caught off guard by my anal penetration, she cried out in pain, tears already streaming down.
My penis was tightly wrapped by the muscles of her anal sphincter, feeling even better than fucking a virgin.
In excruciating pain, she could only whimper softly: 'Massage... therapist... don't... ah... oh... my asshole hurts so much... you... be gentle... ah... please... you're fucking me to death... ah...'
I thrust faster and faster. After a final sprint, my glans began to contract. Zzz... I shot all my sperm into her asshole. She was already exhausted, lying on the bed panting. After a while, I slowly pulled my penis out of her anus. As soon as the glans came out, a large amount of thick semen mixed with blood streaks flowed out.
I walked over to the side, grabbed some tissue to wipe my penis clean, and after putting my clothes back on, went to the bedside to check on Miss Chen.
I gently wiped the semen and traces of blood from her anus with toilet paper. Only then did she turn her head to look at me, tears glistening in her eyes.
She said faintly: [You're so cruel, you poked my asshole so painfully, I...] She couldn't help but cry.
Seeing that things were going badly, I had no choice but to keep comforting her, lifting her onto the bed to lie down, apologizing while bending over and using my hands to part her legs, licking her labia and anus.
Until she was more or less better, she stopped crying too, and even said to me: [Please lick a little further in... ah... I’m feeling it again.... oh... swallow... I’m leaking again... ah...]
I helped her put her dress back on, then used my hand to finger her wet little pussy inside her skirt, agreeing to come back for another consultation the day after tomorrow…………………………
After she got dressed, I helped tidy her disheveled hair. The lighting in the VIP room was still soft, the air lingering with a faint scent of body and the aftermath of the earlier intensity.
“The day after tomorrow, same time?” I asked.
Miss Chen nodded, her voice still a bit hoarse, 'Mm... I'll come.'
As she reached the door, she glanced back at me, her eyes holding both shyness and clear anticipation. After the door closed, I leaned against the edge of the bed, my breathing not yet fully settled. The semen I had just shot inside her, mixed with the fluids from her climax, gave the entire experience a feeling that was both real and scorching.
Two days later, at 6:30 in the evening, I was the only one left at the clinic. The doorbell rang.
Miss Chen changed into a set of clothes: a light-colored knit top, still with a lace demi-cup bra underneath, a dark-colored bodycon skirt on the bottom, and the same pair of transparent pantyhose on her legs. As soon as she entered the VIP room, she proactively locked the door.
“Today... we don’t have to pretend to inspect anymore, right?” She leaned against the door, her voice very soft, but very clear.
I walked over and pulled her into my arms. She didn't avoid it; instead, she actively lifted her face. We shared a long kiss, our tongues entwined, and our breathing gradually became rapid. My hand slid from her waist inside her clothes, kneading her breasts, which had become more sensitive after childbirth, through her bra. Her nipples hardened quickly, noticeable even through the fabric.
“Take it off.” She started first, removing her top and bra. Her breasts were fully exposed, the areolas a little darker than last time, the nipples slightly swollen. I lowered my head and took one side into my mouth, sucking gently. She gasped, both hands pressing against the back of my head.
"A little milk... it hasn’t fully come back yet." she said softly.
I took it deeper, my tongue circling her nipple. Her body trembled slightly, her other hand already reaching down to caress herself through her skirt and pantyhose. I turned her to the edge of the bed, had her sit down, and knelt myself. Lifting her skirt, I pulled both her pantyhose and panties down to her knees. Her private parts were already glistening wet, her labia slightly parted, with a faint redness and swelling—marks left from last time.
I first gently parted with my fingers, lowered my head, and licked upward. My tongue tip moved from the perineum all the way up, circling around the clitoris, then probing into the vaginal opening. She immediately clenched her legs, then forced herself to spread them open.
“Ah... there... so sensitive...”
I increased my speed, slowly inserting two fingers and curling them to press against her inner walls. Her arousal fluid kept increasing, dripping down my fingers. Before long, she tensed up, her inner walls contracting violently, and a stream of warm fluid sprayed onto my tongue. Her climax came quickly and intensely.
Before she had fully recovered, she reached out to pull down my pants. When my penis sprang out, her eyes lit up. She reached out, grabbed it, stroked it up and down a few times, then lay down on the bed herself, raising her butt high.
“Just come in directly... I want it.”
I tore open the crotch of her pantyhose, the glans pressing against the slippery entrance. She pushed back herself, swallowing the entire length in one go. Both of us let out satisfied low moans. Holding her waist, I began a rhythmic thrusting. Each time I reached the deepest point, the glans scraping over sensitive spots. Her buttocks were soft and springy, making crisp sounds upon impact.
"Slower... no, faster..." She rocked her body back and forth, matching my rhythm.
I reached around to the front and rubbed her clitoris. The dual stimulation quickly brought her to another climax. Her vagina clenched tightly, and I almost came right then. Holding back, I turned her over, making her lie on her back with her legs resting on my shoulders. This position went even deeper. She looked at me, her eyes moist, but never asked me to stop.
“Shoot inside... like last time.”
I increased my speed, the last few dozen thrusts almost like pile-driving. When she climaxed again, her inner walls contracted in waves, gripping me tightly. I let out a low roar, releasing everything deep inside her. The semen was copious and hot, and she could clearly feel the impact of each spurt.
After finishing, I didn't withdraw immediately. Instead, I leaned down to kiss her. She actively responded with her tongue, her hands still lightly scratching my back.
After a long time, I slowly pulled out. Semen mixed with vaginal fluids immediately gushed out, soaking a large area of the bedsheet. I wiped her clean and carefully cleaned her with a warm towel. She lay there, legs slightly apart, completely relaxed.
“I’ve already brought up divorce with my husband.” She suddenly spoke, her voice calm. “The formalities will still take some time, but we’ve already separated.”
I nodded and didn't ask more. I just pulled her into my arms, letting her lean against my chest.
“Then after that……how do you want to arrange it?”
She raised her head and gently bit my chin: 'I want to come at least twice a week. Sometimes in the evening, sometimes in the afternoon. If you're free.'
"If I have time." I answered very directly.
She smiled, reached out and grasped my still semi-hard penis, slowly stroking. Soon it was fully erect again. She straddled me, aligned herself, and slowly sat down. This time she moved slowly, as if carefully savoring each sensation of being filled. Her breasts swayed gently with the motion; I reached up to hold them, my thumb brushing over her nipples. She immediately clenched, letting out fragmented moans.
We tried several positions. When she was on her knees, she would arch her back down herself, allowing me to go deeper; when lying on her side, she would lift one leg high, making it easier for me to stimulate her clitoris with my hand at the same time; finally, she lay on top of me, moving up and down herself until she climaxed again, then lay limp and motionless.
That night, we kept going until the clinic was about to close. When she left, she was walking unsteadily, her private parts still swollen and wet from being thoroughly used.
“The day after tomorrow night?” she asked at the doorway.
“Good.”
After the door closed, I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the disheveled sheets and the lingering scent in the air. I knew very well in my heart that this was no longer just a simple physical relationship. She was a mature woman not long after childbirth, her body sensitive and craving to be taken seriously; and I was completely captivated by her demeanor, both shy and proactive.
For the next few weeks, it almost became a fixed默契 (tacit understanding).
Once she came wearing a loose dress with nothing underneath. As soon as she entered, she had me press her against the wall and entered from behind. The dress was lifted to her waist, and the transparent pantyhose was torn open wider. While thrusting, I fondled her breasts, and occasionally milk would seep out, which I licked off. She bit the back of her hand, trying not to make too much noise, but she couldn't suppress the sweet, muffled moans.
Another time was on a weekend afternoon. The clinic was closed, and we spent the entire afternoon directly in the VIP room. She lay on the bed, legs spread wide, letting me use my tongue and fingers to bring her to climax three times before she allowed me to enter. That time, I came twice—once inside her and once on her chest. She spread the semen with her fingers, then laughed and made me look.
“Do you like me like this?” she asked.
I lowered my head and kissed her: 'I like it.'
She pulled me down, straddled me again, and began moving on her own. Her movements grew faster and faster, her breasts swaying violently, her juices trickling down from where we were joined, soaking a large patch of the bedsheet. When her orgasm hit, her entire body tensed up, her inner walls clamping down on me tightly, pushing me to my limit once more.
Afterward, she leaned against my arms, her fingers lightly tracing my abs.
"I never knew before that being treated like this could feel so good," she said softly. "Before, it always ended quickly, or there was no feeling at all. Now... it feels like my body has been opened up again."
I kissed her hair and didn't say anything. I just held her tighter.
The night gradually deepened. Outside the clinic, it was already completely quiet. We did it once more, this time especially slowly, especially deeply. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her eyes fixed on me the whole time, each thrust seeming as if it wanted to embed us into each other's bodies.
During ejaculation, I felt her climax at the same time. The two of us held each other tightly, neither letting go first.
A light rain began to fall outside the window. In the room, only the sound of our breathing remained, along with the occasional, contented sigh.
This is no longer therapy, nor is it accidental.
Rather, both of them clearly know what they are doing, and willingly return to this bed time and again, completely handing over their most private desires and bodies to each other.
The rain is still falling.
Miss Chen didn't get dressed immediately. She lay on her side next to me, one leg draped over my waist, her fingers idly tracing the sweat on my chest. The air was mixed with the musky sweetness after sex and the smell of rain, making the room feel exceptionally quiet.
“Stay a little longer.” she said softly.
I nodded and pulled her closer into my embrace. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I could still feel the slightly swollen nipples from being sucked earlier. Her postpartum body had recovered well, but it was more sensitive than an average woman's, reacting to even the slightest touch.
After about ten minutes, she suddenly sat up and straddled me. The penis had mostly softened, but she held it and slowly rubbed it with her moist opening. Within a few strokes, it hardened again.
"Still want more?" I asked.
She didn't answer, just supported it and slowly sat down. When it was fully inside, both of them let out a soft gasp. This time she moved very slowly, as if carefully feeling every inch of being stretched open. Her hands pressed against my abs, her waist swaying back and forth, her breasts gently swaying with the motion.
I reached out to hold them, my thumb brushing over her nipple. She immediately tightened, her inner walls contracting.
“Don’t……don’t touch it like that, it’ll be very fast……” her voice trembled.
But I deliberately increased the force, simultaneously lifting my hips upward. She couldn't help but let out a sweet, lingering moan, her rhythm becoming disordered. Before long, she climaxed again, going limp on top of me, her pussy still contracting in waves.
Holding her, I flipped over, letting her lie on her back as I pressed down on her again. This time, the thrusts were deep and steady. She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, her nails leaving faint marks on my back. As we continued, her eyes grew wet, but she never asked to stop, only repeating, "Deeper," "Just like that."
During ejaculation, I didn't pull out. The warm flow poured into her body again, and she could clearly feel each surge, her body trembling slightly, and she came again.
After it ended, we lay side by side, neither of us speaking first. The sound of rain gradually lessened.
“Next weekend,” she suddenly said, “my husband won’t be home. Would you... be willing to come to my place?”
I turned my head to look at her.
“Okay.”
She smiled, kissed me on the lips, then slowly got up to dress. Her pantyhose were already torn, so she simply took them off and stuffed them into her bag, leaving wearing only her skirt. At the door, she glanced back at me, her eyes filled with obvious reluctance.
“See you Wednesday night.”
After the door closed, I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the sheets that had been left in complete disarray, knowing in my heart that this matter had completely crossed the line of an ordinary physical relationship.
On Wednesday night, she appeared on time.
This time she wore a loose white shirt and denim shorts, with nothing underneath as usual. As soon as we entered the VIP room, she pushed me against the wall and kissed me proactively. We almost tore each other's clothes off. She knelt down, first taking me into her mouth until I was hard, her tongue carefully licking every part until I was fully swollen. Then she turned around herself, hands braced against the edge of the bed, her buttocks raised high.
“From the back... I want you to enter me like this.”
I held her waist, the glans pressed against the already soaked entrance, slowly pushing in. After fully entering, I began thrusting powerfully. Her butt was soft and bouncy, each impact producing a crisp sound. I reached around to the front to rub her clit, my other hand grabbing one of her breasts. She soon climaxed, her fluids trickling down her thighs, wetting a small patch of the floor.
We tried several positions. When she was riding me, she controlled the rhythm herself, sometimes fast, sometimes slow; during side entry, she would lift her leg very high, making it easier for me to go deeper; finally, she lay on her back, her legs pressed against her chest by me, almost folded in half. This position left her completely open, and every thrust reached the most sensitive spot. She climaxed twice while crying, her inner walls squeezing me so tightly I could barely hold back.
During ejaculation, I left everything inside. She felt the warmth and actively tightened, sucking me even tighter.
Afterward, she lay in my arms, her voice still a little breathless: “My place... you can really come. I’ll give you the key. Next Saturday at 3 p.m., I’ll be waiting for you at home.”
I took that key and gently squeezed her palm.
On Saturday afternoon, I arrived on time at the residential complex where she lived.
The apartment was not big, but it was kept very clean. When she opened the door, she was wearing only a thin silk nightgown, naked underneath. As soon as she closed the door, she pulled me into the entryway and kissed me with her back against the door. The nightgown soon slipped down, and her mature, full body was completely exposed before my eyes.
We didn't even enter the bedroom; we did it for the first time right on the living room sofa. She straddled me, moving up and down on her own, her breasts swaying before me. I took one nipple into my mouth and sucked hard, while my other hand kneaded her buttocks. She came quickly, her fluids soaking my pants.
Then we went into the bedroom. The bed was large, and the sheets were light-colored. She lay down on her own initiative, legs spread, looking at me.
“No need to rush today... we can take it slowly.”
I first used my tongue to bring her to climax twice, then entered her. This time was especially slow and deep. She kept looking into my eyes, each thrust as if confirming something. Halfway through, she suddenly flipped me over, got on top herself, hands braced on my chest, her waist twisting urgently and fiercely.
“Shoot for me... all of it...”
I grabbed her waist and thrust upward, finally releasing everything deep inside. Feeling the heat, her whole body convulsed as she climaxed again, then went limp, lying on top of me.
In the evening we did it again, in the bathroom. Hot water washed over our bodies; she braced both hands against the wall, and I entered from behind. The sound of the water covered most of the moaning, but I could still hear her intermittent “so deep” and “faster.” When I came, I bit her shoulder and left all the semen inside.
After cleaning up, she leaned against me in my arms, and we both sat in the bathtub.
"I've already signed the divorce papers." her voice was very calm, "The procedures will be finished in another two months."
I didn't speak, just tightened my arms.
“When the time comes...” she turned to look at me, “will you still be willing to continue?”
I lowered my head and kissed her: 'I'm willing.'
She smiled, reached into the water and grasped the already re-aroused penis, slowly stroking. Soon it was fully hard again. She straddled me, took me inside herself, and began to slowly rise and fall. The hot water sloshed with the movement, occasionally splashing out of the tub.
This time we lasted especially long. She climaxed three times, almost crying during the last one, yet she never stopped. When I ejaculated, I held her tight, feeling as if I poured all my desire and emotion into her body.
It's late at night.
We lay on her bed, with occasional car lights sweeping past outside the window. Her fingers gently traced circles on my chest, her voice carrying a lazy satisfaction:
“Next week... come to my place instead. Or your clinic is fine too. Either works for me.”
I took her hand and kissed it by my lips.
“I’ll listen to you.”
She turned onto her side and put one leg back over my waist. Her private parts still carried the dampness and slight swelling from being thoroughly used just now. She didn’t rush to clean up, only leaned a little closer.
“Then it’s settled.” she said softly.
The room fell quiet again. Only the breathing of two people remained, along with occasional, satisfied sighs.
From the VIP room of the clinic, to her home, and then to more places that may appear in the future—we all knew this had completely turned into a willing secret belonging only to the two of them.
And this secret had only just begun.
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