The chiropractor’s assistant
Introduction:
At 32, with a very labor-intensive job, I had put a lot of miles on my back.
I decided I had to do something.
I talked to a friend of mine at work who had started going to a local chiropractor and got some relief from his back pain. So I picked up the phone and made an appointment.
My buddy, Matt, had told me the chiropractor’s assistants were attractive, but I had no idea how good looking they were until I saw it for myself.
Maggie was the office manager, and she was knockout, with an obvious Asian-American heritage. She had nice breasts, probably a 36B, a slim waist and nice hips.
Next was Andrea. She was a petite redhead – my particular weakness – with smaller breasts and slimmer hips than Maggie, but still very attractive.
But the icing on the cake was Sara. An angelic-faced blonde with curves only a sports car could handle. Her breasts appeared to be a 36B as well, but fuller than Maggie’s. And her legs, oh God her legs. 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 quick glances at her perfect form. At one point she leaned over the desk and I was guessing by the absence of a panty 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 back flat and hold your knee for 10 seconds, like this.” She got down on the table and showed me the correct way to stretch.
“Bingo,” I thought to myself. Her scrubs had ridden down just far enough to confirm my suspicions. 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 little smirk. To my surprise, she didn’t seem angry. She just gave me a cute little smile and said, in a half-cute, half-sexy voice, “Okay, I think you’re ready to move to the massage table.”
We walked to the room with the tables, and Sara asked me to sit down. She placed four electrodes on my back that were used to stimulate the muscles in my lower back. Two above my hips, and two below. When she placed the electrodes below my hip, it felt as though her hands lingered a bit, almost like she was caressing my left butt cheek. After the moment had passed, she told me to lay down and she turned on the machine. I admit, her touch had aroused me a bit, and my dick started to get hard 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 area above my hip, then the next one came off my right side below the hip. Then the last one. It was obvious when she took the last one off that she was definitely making an effort to touch my ass, and even ran a finger just above my crack, lightly tracing it with her fingernail.
“Alright, you’re all done for the day,” she said with a sly smile. Then with a quick wink she said, “See you tomorrow.”
I always considered myself relatively attractive, but I didn’t think I ever really had a shot with a woman as beautiful as Sara. But then again, I’ve been wrong before.
“How was it?” Maggie asked.
“It was great. I already feel 10 times better.”
“Great,” she replied. “Hopefully, you’ll feel even better with each treatment. What time would you like to come in tomorrow?”
“I have to work late, so I won’t be able to make 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 check yourself in. And Andrea and Sara will still be here to help 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 reality. I just kept daydreaming about her touch, hoping that she would do it again.
I got to the doctor’s office 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 call in sick, and Dr. Mendez’s wife was in a fender-bender. She’s fine, but the doctor went to meet her at the hospital just to make sure she doesn’t have any serious injuries the paramedics didn’t see.”
“Oh, okay. Well, I guess I’ll get started with my exercises.”
“Sounds good, I’ll be at the front desk making reminder calls for tomorrow’s appointments. If you need any help, just give me a shout.”
I went over to the table 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 wrong,” Sara chided me.
“Oh yeah, well how about some help?” I teased.
“Here, keep your hips flat on the table,” she said, and then it happened. She put her hand directly, and deliberately, on my crotch and pushed it down. But instead of removing her hand, she just kept it there, right on my growing member. As I stretched, she started to move her hand up and down the length of my shaft, all the while smiling at me staring directly into my eyes.
“You’re feeling much better now, aren’t you,” she asked, just above a whisper.
I could only groan.
“I thought so. Let’s move to the massage room,” and she took her hand off my crotch and helped pull me up.
She led me into the dark room, lit only by a single lamp and told me to sit down on a different table without rollers. “We’re going to try something … different … today.”
I just nodded and followed her instructions.
“Lay down, and take off those pants of yours. They are much too restrictive.
“Whatever you say,” I said as I removed my pants.
“Oh my, I can tell those exercises really got the blood flowing,” she said as she stared at my boxers, tent fully pitched
“You have no idea.”
“In that case, maybe I should get a better look.” A smile grew across both our faces as she slowly removed my boxers. “How does this feel?” she asked as she grabbed my throbbing cock and started jerking me off slowly.
“It feels … wonderful. But there’s something not quite right.”
“And what might that be?”
“I’m sitting here almost completely naked, and you’ve still got your scrubs on.”
“Well, I guess that is a problem, isn’t it?” She pulled her top off to reveal 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, “Stop, let me.” She gave a little smile as I pulled her pants down and saw the matching thong that was almost completely see-through. She was nearly completely shaved, with the exception of a little one-inch racing stripe above her pussy.
She moved her mouth down to my cock and lightly swirled her tongue around the head as I released her magnificent tits from the lacy red bra. She then crawled up on me and I put my thumbs 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 shaft, working herself into a frenzy.
“Nhhhh, ohhh, uhhhh …” she groaned, becoming louder by the second. “I’m … I’mmmm gonnnna cummmmmm!” she shouted as she released her orgasmic fury.
After giving her a second 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 enter her hot, sopping box. With reckless abandon, I thrust into her like a sword fighter moving in for the kill. I pounded her like a prize fighter in the tenth round of a heavyweight match. After about two minutes of assaulting her pussy, I slowed down, rubbing her clit while gliding in and out of her tight snatch.
I moved my hand from her clit, licked my thumb and started pressing on her tight 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 thumb in, trying my best to match up with the strokes of my cock. “Get ready, here it comes.”
She looked back at me, half frightened, half intrigued and gave a cute little lip bite, readying herself for what was going to happen next. I pulled out of her juicy cunt and placed the head of my dick 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,” I said, trying to ease her mind. And with that, I pushed into her ass, feeling her sphincter clamp down on my dick giving me quite the thrill.
Slowly, I worked my cock in and out of her ass, slowly picking up the pace with one hand on her clit and the other massaging her left breast.
“Oh, that feels incredible,” and I could tell by the tone of her voice she wasn’t just giving me lip service.
Faster. Harder. Longer. I kept upping the intensity until I started to feel my balls tighten and the head of my cock tingle. She could apparently feel it too because she said, “Let me know when you get close, I want to suck you dry,” with a devilish grin on her face.
After a few more strokes, I signaled that I was ready to burst. She turned and got down on her knees, took my engorged member into her mouth and started jerking and sucking my cock like the good little slut she had become.
As I let loose the spurts of cum, she took as much of it into her mouth as she could with just a little dribble 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 smile and wiped the remaining cum off of her face with her scrubs top.
Over the course of the next six weeks, I got my “special” treatment a few more times while the doctor was on vacation or at conferences. But those stories will have to wait.
