Chapter 2 Physical Therapy
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The next morning, sunlight filled the therapy room. Dr. Marcus Vale stood in a white polo shirt and dark sweatpants. Elena lay on the wide therapy table wearing only a thin sports bra and tiny black shorts. Her heart beat fast as she watched him prepare.
“Today we focus on range of motion and muscle activation,” Dr. Vale said. His voice was professional, but his eyes kept moving over her body. “I need you to relax and let me guide you.”
Elena nodded. “Yes, Doctor.”
He started with her injured leg. His strong hands moved slowly, bending her knee and pushing it gently toward her chest. Every touch felt electric. His fingers pressed into her soft thigh muscles, massaging deeply. Elena bit her lip to hold back a moan.
“Does this hurt?” he asked.
“No,” she whispered. “It feels really good.”
Dr. Vale’s jaw tightened. He continued the exercises, but his hands began to linger. He massaged higher up her thigh, dangerously close to the edge of her shorts. Elena’s breathing became heavier. She could already feel herself getting wet.
He switched to her good leg. This time, he placed one hand on her inner thigh and the other on her calf. As he stretched her leg, his fingers brushed against her p***y through the thin fabric of her shorts. Elena let out a soft moan.
Dr. Vale froze. “Elena…”
“I’m sorry,” she breathed. “I can’t help it. Your hands feel so good on me.”
He tried to stay professional. He continued the stretches, but his touches grew bolder. His fingers kept brushing against her covered p***y. Each time, Elena’s hips twitched.
After twenty minutes, Dr. Vale stepped back. His c**k was visibly hard in his sweatpants.
“Take off the shorts,” he said suddenly, his voice rough. “I need better access for the next exercises.”
Elena’s hands trembled with excitement as she lifted her hips and slid the shorts down her legs. She wasn’t wearing panties. Her smooth, pink p***y was completely exposed and already glistening with wetness.
Dr. Vale stared at her for a long moment. “You’re soaked again.”
“I’ve been wet since yesterday,” Elena admitted shamelessly. “Since you fingered me.”
He moved between her legs. Instead of continuing therapy, he dropped to his knees. He spread her thighs wide apart and leaned in. His warm tongue licked slowly up her slit, tasting her juices.
Elena moaned loudly and grabbed the edges of the table. “Dr. Vale… oh f**k…”
He licked her with long, hungry strokes. He sucked gently on her swollen c**t, then pushed his tongue inside her tight hole. Elena’s back arched off the table. He ate her p***y like a man who had been starving for years. It was slow and deep, then fast and aggressive.
He slid two thick fingers inside her while sucking hard on her c**t. Elena cried out. Her thighs began to shake around his head. Dr. Vale fingered her faster, curling his fingers against her G-spot while his tongue flicked rapidly over her c**t.
“I’m going to c*m,” she gasped.
“c*m for me,” he growled against her p***y.
Elena came hard. Her p***y clenched around his fingers as hot juices flooded his mouth. She moaned loudly, her whole body trembling on the therapy table.
Dr. Vale stood up. His face was wet with her juices. He pulled his shirt off, revealing his muscular chest and abs. Then he pushed his sweatpants down. His thick, heavy c**k sprang free. It was rock hard and throbbing.
He climbed onto the wide table and positioned himself between her legs. He rubbed the fat head of his c**k up and down her dripping slit, teasing her.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
Elena looked into his eyes.
“This is wrong,” he said, even as he pushed the head inside her. “I’m your doctor. I shouldn’t be f*****g you.”
“But you want to,” Elena moaned. “Please, Dr. Vale… f**k me.”
He thrust forward and buried his entire thick c**k deep inside her tight p***y in one smooth stroke. Elena cried out in pleasure. He felt so big, so deep.
Dr. Vale groaned loudly. “f**k… you’re incredibly tight.”
He started f*****g her with long, deep strokes. The therapy table creaked under them. Every thrust pushed her breasts in the sports bra. He pulled the bra down so her full breasts spilled out. He leaned down and sucked hard on her n*****s while pounding into her.
Elena wrapped her legs around his waist. “Harder,” she begged. “f**k your patient harder.”
Dr. Vale lost control. He f****d her faster and deeper. The wet sound of his c**k slamming into her soaked p***y filled the room. He gripped her hips tightly and drove into her again and again.
He suddenly pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and pulled her hips up. He entered her from behind in one hard thrust. This angle let him go even deeper. Elena moaned into the table as he f****d her like an animal.
Dr. Vale spanked her ass and kept pounding her. “This p***y is going to ruin my career,” he growled.
“I don’t care,” Elena moaned. “Just don’t stop f*****g me.”
He reached around and rubbed her c**t while continuing to destroy her from behind. Elena came again, screaming his name as her p***y squeezed his c**k tightly.
Dr. Vale couldn’t hold back anymore. With a deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard inside her. Thick, hot ropes of c*m flooded her p***y. He kept thrusting slowly, pushing every drop deep into her.
They stayed connected for a long moment, breathing heavily.
Dr. Vale finally pulled out. His c*m leaked slowly from Elena’s swollen p***y onto the therapy table.
He looked down at her with dark, conflicted eyes.
“This has to stay between us,” he said quietly. “No one can ever know.”
Elena turned her head and smiled. “Then you should probably examine me again tomorrow, Doctor.”
Dr. Vale stared at her c*m-filled p***y and knew he was already addicted.
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