At 32, with a very labor-intensive job, I had put a lot of miles on my rear. Every day, I'd leave body of work with aching and striving in my lower back and pelvic arch. It was affecting every aspect of my lifetime ; some nighttime I couldn't even sleep the pain was so intense. My 5'11 ”, 180-pound figure was in agony.

I decided I had to do something.

I talked to a acquaintance of mine at work who had started going to a local chiropractor and got some succour from his binding annoyance. So I picked up the speech sound and made an appointment.

My chum, Matt, had told me the chiropractor's assistants were attractive, but I had no musical theme how good looking they were until I saw it for myself.

Maggie was the spot manager, and she was lulu, with an obvious Asian-American inheritance. She had nice breasts, probably a 36B, a slim waist and nice hips.

Next was Andrea. She was a petite Aythya americana - my particular impuissance - with smaller titty and slimmer hips than Maggie, but still very attractive.

But the frosting on the bar was Sara. An angelic-faced blond with curves only a sports car could handle. Her white meat appeared to be a 36B as well, but fuller than Maggie's. And her legs, oh God her leg. Michelangelo couldn't sculpted a more perfect set.

After my consultation with the doctor, I was doing some stretches Sara had showed me earlier all the while stealing nimble glances at her perfect form. At one point she leaned over the desk and I was guessing by the absence of a step-in melodic line that she was wearing a thong. My mind began to wander, thinking about what it looked like.

As I was staring at her magnificent ass, she turned around and started walking towards me. But before she could bust me, I turned my attention back to my exercises and stared at my knees.

"You're doing that wrong,"Sara told me."You need to keep your second flat and hold your knee for 10 sec, like this."She got down on the tabular array and showed me the make up way to stretch.

"keno,"I thought to myself. Her bush had ridden down just far enough to reassert my hunch. It was a thong. Pink, lined with lace. But this time she caught me staring. Knowing I had been caught, I just looked up and gave a piddling smirk. To my surprise, she didn't seem wild. She just gave me a cute little grinning and said, in a half-cute, half-sexy voice,"Okay, I think you 're ready to go to the massage table."

We walked to the room with the table, and Sara asked me to sit down. She placed four electrodes on my backrest that were used to stimulate the muscles in my depressed back. Two above my hip, and two below. When she placed the electrodes below my hip, it felt as though her hired man lingered a bit, almost like she was caressing my left butt impertinence. After the moment had passed, she told me to lay down and she turned on the political machine. I admit, her touch sensation had aroused me a bit, and my dick started to get gruelling just dreaming about her hand grabbing my ass.

After about 10 minutes, my session was over and she started removing the electrodes. The first two came off the sphere above my hip, then the next one came off my correctly slope below the hip. Then the endure one. It was obvious when she took the last one off that she was definitely making an cause to touch my ass, and even ran a finger just above my whirl, lightly tracing it with her fingernail.

"Alright, you're all done for the day,"she said with a sly smile. Then with a spry blink of an eye she said,"See you tomorrow."

I always considered myself relatively attractive, but I didn't think I ever really had a gibe with a woman as beautiful as Sara. But then again, I've been wrong before.

"How was it ?"Maggie asked.

"It was with child. I already feel 10 times better."

"Great,"she replied."Hopefully, you'll feel even better with each discussion. What time would you like to come in tomorrow ?"

"I have to run late, so I won't be able to wee it in until almost 6 p.m."

"No problem. I'll be gone but Dr. Mendez will still be here and you know how to hold yourself in. And Andrea and Sara will still be here to aid you with anything you need."

Knowing Sara would still be there caused a smile to come across my face and a not-so-little something to harden a little in my pants.

The next day, I had to keep snapping myself back into realness. I just kept daydreaming about her touch, hoping that she would do it again.

I got to the Dr.'s spot around 5:45 that evening and the parking lot was nearly empty, except for one car.

I walked in and, much to my delight, only Sara was there.

"Where is everybody ?"I asked.

"Andrea had to shout in nauseous, and Dr. Mendez's wife was in a fender-bender. She's mulct, but the doctor went to meet her at the hospital just to make certain she doesn't have any good injuries the paramedic didn't see."

"Oh, okeh. Well, I guess I'll get started with my exercises."

"Sounds good, I'll be at the front desk making admonisher cry for tomorrow's appointee. If you need any helper, just establish me a shout."

I went over to the tabular array and started working out the kinks in my lower back. Thrusting my hips into the air, twisting, and stretching my calves.

"You're still doing that one haywire,"Sara chided me.

"Oh yeah, well how about some assistance ?"I teased.

"Here, observe your hip flat on the board,"she said, and then it happened. She put her hand directly, and deliberately, on my private parts and pushed it down. But instead of removing her hand, she just kept it there, right wing on my growing phallus. As I stretched, she started to move her hand up and down the length of my barb, all the while smiling at me staring directly into my eyes.

"You're flavor much better now, aren't you,"she asked, just above a whisper.

I could only groan.

"I thought so. Let's movement to the massage room,"and she took her mitt off my genital organ and helped pull me up.

She led me into the dark room, lit only by a one lamp and told me to sit down on a unlike tabular array without rollers."We're going to try something … different … today."

I just nodded and followed her instructions.

"Lay down, and take off those gasp of yours. They are much too restrictive.

"Whatever you say,"I said as I removed my pants.

"Oh my, I can tell those workout really got the blood flow,"she said as she stared at my boxers, collapsible shelter fully pitched

"You have no idea."

"In that case, maybe I should get a better look."A grinning grew across both our faces as she slowly removed my packer."How does this finger ?"she asked as she grabbed my throbbing cock and started jerking me off slowly.

"It feels … terrific. But there's something not quite right."
"And what might that be ?"

"I'm sitting here almost completely nude, and you've still got your gown on."

"fountainhead, I guess that is a job, isn't it ?"She pulled her top off to divulge an amazing set of breasts covered by a lacy red bra that left little to the imagination. But before she start taking her pants off, I said,"point, let me."She gave a minuscule smile as I pulled her pants down and saw the matching thong that was almost completely vapourous. She was nearly completely shaved, with the exception of a little one-inch racing chevron above her pussy.

She moved her mouth down to my cock and lightly swirled her tongue around the headland as I released her magnificent nipple from the lacy red bra. She then crawled up on me and I put my pollex into the waistband of her thong and removed it as well. For a moment, she just laid on top of me, her pussy dripping on to my dick. She then started grinding her clit along my rock-hard light beam, working herself into a fury.

"Nhhhh, ohhh, uhhhh …"she groaned, becoming louder by the indorse."I'm … I'mmmm gonnnna cummmmmm !"she shouted as she released her orgasmic hysteria.

After giving her a second gear to come down from her bliss, I said,"Alright, my turn,"and all but threw her off of me, spun her around, then positioned myself behind her, ready to move into her hot, sopping box. With reckless abandon, I thrust into her like a brand attack aircraft moving in for the putting to death. I pounded her like a dirty money fighter in the 10th round of a heavyweight peer. After about two minute of assaulting her puss, I slowed down, rubbing her clit while gliding in and out of her tight snatch.

I moved my hand from her clit, licked my quarter round and started pressing on her besotted little asshole.

"Oh you're a dirty boy, aren't you,"she playfully asked.

"Baby, this is only the beginning."

I pushed further into her ass, plunging my ovolo in, trying my best to equate up with the shot of my pecker."Get cook, here it comes."

She looked back at me, half frightened, one-half intrigued and gave a cute little lip sting, readying herself for what was going to happen next. I pulled out of her juicy twat and placed the brain of my peter on her perfect little starfish.

"I've only done this once, so please be gentle."

"I promise to take it easy on you, at first of all,"I said, trying to facilitate her mind. And with that, I pushed into her ass, feeling her sphincter clamp down on my gumshoe giving me quite the thrill.

Slowly, I worked my cock in and out of her ass, slowly picking up the pace with one hired man on her clit and the other massaging her left breast.

"Oh, that feels incredible,"and I could order by the spirit of her vox she wasn't just giving me lip service.

Faster. Harder. Longer. I kept upping the intensity until I started to sense my clump tighten and the head of my rooster shiver. She could apparently palpate it too because she said,"Let me know when you get close, I want to suck you dry,"with a devilish smile on her expression.

After a few Sir Thomas More strokes, I signaled that I was set up to explode. She turned and got down on her articulatio genus, took my engorged member into her mouth and started jerking and sucking my rooster like the good picayune slut she had become.

As I let loose the spurts of cum, she took as much of it into her oral fissure as she could with just a lilliputian trickle running out the left side of her mouth.

"And you called me a dirty boy,"I teased.

After swallowing my load, she said"I am what I am,"with a sly grinning and wiped the remaining cum off of her typeface with her scrubs top.

Over the row of the next six weeks, I got my"extra"handling a few more than times while the Doctor of the Church was on vacation or at conferences. But those stories will make to hold off .