your physical therapist, fuma
tags - power imbalance, p in v, creampie, big dick rough fuma🤤
for months you had been struggling with constant pain throughout your body. the worst points being your neck, which caused horrible headaches, and your hips. you had visited quite a few doctors hoping they would just give you some sort of pain medication, but most recommended giving physical therapy a try. they mentioned other patients who had experienced similar pain, with most agreeing it helped greatly.
you found fuma through an online ad. reading through reviews, most mentioning him by name, you figured it was worth a try. him being handsome was just a plus. you booked your first appointment that night for the following weekend.
as the day got closer, you felt yourself growing more nervous, causing your pain and headaches to become worse. you had been thinking about how handsome fuma was since the first night you had seen it.
when the day you had been overthinking about finally came, you were a nervous wreck. you kept stuttering, which fuma pretended not to hear. he was so professional about everything. his professionalism helped ease your nerves.
he started out by giving you a neck and shoulder massage, his rough fingers pressing against your stiff neck. as much as you tried to ignore it, warmth began pooling low in your belly.
you moved on to doing certain exercises after, mostly targeting your abdomen. he would occasionally adjust your limbs himself, moving you into the correct form. your mind began to wander, thinking about his firm hands moving all across your aching body.
fuma noticed your breath quickening and your body growing tighter, “do we need to take a break?”
“oh no, i’m okay,” you muttered, feeling embarrassed he noticed. “sorry,” you practically whispered.
”nothing to be sorry for, happens all the time.” your knees felt weak at the sound of him, his deep voice sounding like heaven. no wonder this happens all the time.
the session ended just as quickly as it started. you definitely felt better, as much as you wished you didn’t. you began booking more sessions, hoping this was just a one-time feeling.
it wasn’t. every session your desire for him grew worse.
fuma grew more relaxed, his professionalism cracking each time he saw you. it killed him he couldn’t touch you in the ways he truly wanted. until finally, he just couldn’t take it anymore.
this session started out with him massaging your neck and shoulders, like usual. his long fingers on your neck, your mind melted at his touch. the tip of his finger slowly making their way down your neck to your shoulders, his rough thumbs rubbing deep circles onto your tense muscles. he moved with precision—and with lust.
his hands moved dangerously low, the edges of his fingers pushing your tank top ever so slightly, watching you intently for any sign of discomfort not knowing you wanted this just as much, stopping himself before he crossed a line he couldn’t come back from. he decided to move you onto doing your regular exercises.
you started out with the one pose you struggled the most with. you just couldn’t get right for some reason. you were laying on your back, maybe your legs were in the position? maybe it was the way your arms were? you weren’t sure, but fuma— who was usually very willing to help you get in the right form—was noticeably out of patience.
something darker spread across his face, as his body moved closer to yours. you laid on your back, your knees up. he slowly spread your legs further apart, saying it was “just to help your posture.”
your body felt hot, seeing your hot physical therapist in such a position. you tried reminding yourself this was all a part of his job, but you felt the feeling growing in your belly once again.
sweat beaded on his forehead as his hand crept over your thighs, pushing your knees outward. your mind went fuzzy, you knew this shouldn’t be happening, but you let it. it felt too good not to happen.
a small wet patch started to form on your thin leggings, as his hands ever so lightly brushed against your cunt. the soft touches drawing a heavy breath from you. fuma watched as your face went from shocked to pleased, like you were begging him to go further.
it felt like hours of him teasing you—in reality it was only a few minutes. until fuma finally had enough. his hands gripped parts of your leggings, a loud ripping sound echoed in the quiet room. a startled gasp escaped your lips. the usual fuma, who always made sure you were okay, long gone.
his fingers circled your clit through your pink panties.
“you wore these for me, huh?” fuma groaned, “you just knew i couldn’t resist you,” you whined as his hands left your body.
his hand palmed his long, aching cock, breathing heavily as he pulled his joggers down just far enough.
precum beading at the tip, you assumed he was big, but the actual sight made you dizzy. “gonna take this big cock for me, aren’t you sweet girl?”
moving your cute panties to the side, his veiny dick rubbing against your wet pussy, coating himself in your slick.
the thick tip nudged at your entrance, bullying its way inside you.
”‘s too big—“ you whined, not thinking you could take anymore of him. it was like he was splitting you in half. “fuma- please—“
“fuck your so tight” his hand cupped your mouth, “shhh, i know you can take it, deep breaths”
you squirmed underneath him as he bottomed out, letting you adjust before continuing.
once your breath started to even, he began to draw back, then slowly push back inside you. “see? i told you that you could take it, such a good girl”
your walls fluttered around him as he thrusted deep, drool covering his hand that was still covering your mouth. wet squelching sounds filling the room. you could feel every vein of his throbbing cock as he moved deeper and harder.
“pretty girl gonna cum?” you nodded, too fucked out to form words. his free hand rubbing your sensitive clit, you were already seeing stars. though it hadn’t been long, your orgasm was quickly approaching. the perfect stretch of his cock making it impossible not to.
it crashed over you in waves, your vision blurring, your ears ringing. you had never felt such sweet pleasure before.
fuma continued thrusting, chasing his own high. your body convulsed beneath him, the sight sending him over the edge. white, hot spurts of cum filled you. his hips still rolling into yours as you both caught your breath. you had never felt so full before.
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