PT and Patient Hook Up Pt. 01

Sam was in tears, having just been told that even with the cortisone shots, one knee had no cartilage; the other was on its way out. At 39 years old, she never imagined she'd have to have both her knees replaced.

She asked about physical therapy, knowing she had the best one to go to; her surgeon said that as long as it didn't cause more pain, it couldn't hurt. So she called the P. T. office and got the first appointment he could with Mark, the physical therapist who had worked with her after a car accident and her own clumsy behavior.

At this point, Sam and Mark had known each other for 17 years through physical therapy. Sam had always had a bit of a crush on Mark. He was older, probably by 5-10 years. Bald, light blue eyes, with a ginger-red short beard, defined muscles visible, and she was sure a six-pack hid under his fitted shirt. She always wondered what it would be like for him to touch her more inappropriately.

It had been several years since she had seen Mark. Mark was determined, even though there was no cartilage in Sam's one knee, that he would get her to a point where surgery wasn't necessary. Sam made it clear that this physical therapy was just to prep for surgery.

As he worked with her, she was determined that he would not see or hear the pain that other patients showed him. For her, it was a game: to prove to him that she was better than the rest. Sam did disappoint Mark by going through with both knee surgeries.

Their patient/ physical therapist relationship had always been easy. Sam was pretty sure he thought of her as nothing but a kid sister. They joked and talked about life as he worked on her.

One day Sam limped in after a particularly difficult week. Mark took one look at her and asked if it was just her knees or her back as well. She said, "I think it's just my knees/legs, but honestly I hurt all over". He had her lie face down on the padded treatment table, applied moist heat to her back, removed her shoes, then her socks, and began massaging each foot.

As Sam started to relax, Mark began to focus on the most recent leg that had surgery. He took his time, finding every knot and massaging it, moving from her calf to her hamstring. Sam almost began to doze when she realized how close his hand was inching towards her pussy, instinctively, she moved her other leg to allow him access to massage inside her leg, closer to dampening panties.

Fuck this feels so good. If only he'd stick those fingers of his inside of me, Sam thought to herself. Mark did, however, brush his fingers on the outside of her panties. There's no way he didn't feel how wet he's making me, Sam thought, quietly moaning, the first time he had ever gotten her to make a sound.

She heard the door close to the room she was in. Mark began to massage her other leg, slow and methodical, just like the other one. This time Sam moved the first leg out of the way, allowing Mark even more access to the inside of her leg, hoping he'd feel how wet she was, and be tempted to actually touch her now slick and wanting pussy. There's no way he'd actually find me attractive after all these years, Sam thought to herself.

Genetics and medications had taken their toll on her body. Her stomach was soft, with stretch marks, though her legs were toned, and her breasts were surprisingly still perky. Mark continued massaging Sam's leg.

I know she is self-conscious, but watching her ass move as I work on her makes me so hard, Mark thought to himself. I'd love to reach under her shorts and feel her ass; is it yielding as it appears? How would her breasts feel in my hands? Pull her dark brown hair out of her high ponytail and run my fingers through it. How would she feel against me? In me? Shit, she was already wet when I brushed my fingers against her panties, Mark thought to himself. He watched as she spread her legs wider, allowing him access.

"I can feel how wet you already are," he leaned over and whispered in Sam's ear.

Sam let out another soft moan, opening her legs wider. She knew they were completely alone. The co-owner had left for the day, and she was his last patient; no way they would be interrupted.

"I would love to touch you more," Mark breathed against her ear.

"Please," Sam whimpered. Mark slipped a finger under her panties: Holy shit, she's wetter than I expected. I should not be doing this, but she feels so good. I'm so hard, and I've wanted her for so long.

"Can I finger you?" Mark whispered.

"God, yes," Sam moaned. Removing his finger and tasting her juices, he moaned, "Roll onto your back and remove your shorts and panties".

Sam did as she was commanded, shaking in disbelief, I can't believe this is actually happening; I always thought he thought of me like a kid sister.

Mark stood next to the table, watching Sam's breath quicken, her breasts moving up and down, her dark brown eyes focused on his athletic shorts and the visible bulge of his hard cock.

"Spread your legs as wide as you can," Mark softly whispered, in awe of her willingness to follow his commands. He entered her pussy first with one finger, then another. Fuck she is so wet and willing; I could fit more fingers in her. I wonder how many times I could make her cum like this before she begs for my cock. He stretched her with a third, causing her to arch into his fingers, gripping the table with one hand, and grabbing him by the ass to pull him closer to the table.

Her eyes rolled back in her head. "Don't stop, I want to feel all of your fingers in my pussy," Sam moaned.

"As you wish," Mark fit a fourth. She's so tight; I don't think I could actually fist her, but I'll try.

Sam started grinding into Mark's hand as he started to slip a fifth, taking him in up to his wrist. Moaning, she continued to grind into his hand, his hand filling her, and his knuckles pounding her G-spot. Sam reached out and began stroking Mark's cock through his shorts.

She looked up at him, moaning, "God, this feels so amazing. Please let me touch you".

Using his free hand, Mark managed to disrobe from the waist down, releasing his thick cock, precum already dripping from the tip.

Sam's eyes widened, Holy shit, his hand was a tight fit, but his cock may end up being a much tighter fit. Sam reached out and began softly stroking his throbbing cock that barely fit into her own hand, watching Mark's eyes close; she focused on the tip spreading his precum onto her thumb, tasting him.

"MMMMM," Sam moaned, her tits hardening, "You taste so good, Mark. I want to suck your cock"

"You need to cum by my hand first, then in my mouth, lastly around my cock, before your mouth gets anywhere near my cock, understood? My job is to take care of you," Mark growled. "Take your shirt off".

Sam once again did as she was commanded. Removing her shirt, leaving her nearly naked. Mark reached under her back, undoing her bra, removing it. God, she's even more gorgeous than I could have imagined, his fingers brushing against her hardening nipples.

Arching into his hand, Sam whimpered, "please use your mouth; I'm so close". Mark wasted no time to start sucking on her closest tit, working her pussy harder with his hand, feeling her juices drip out of her down his arm, as she worked his cock with her hand, keeping him hard, and distracting him from his goal of making her cum.

Sam took her other hand, holding his head in place as he teased her nipple with her tongue, arching into him, moaning and screaming Mark's name as she came hard around his hand.

As she began to settle from the most amazing orgasm ever, Mark slowly pulled his hand out of her pussy. Sam quickly grabbed his wrist and began licking her own juices off of his hand; he also began licking his hand, kissing Sam hard, using his other hand to yank her hair out of her ponytail, handing her the hair tie, then fisting her hair. Sam sat up on the table, turning towards Mark, spreading her legs, hoping he'd skip right to fucking her.

Mark did step forward, gently running his fingers along her body: down her breasts, sides, stomach, inside her thighs, feeling how wet she still was, while kissing Sam hard, making her dizzy.

She reached for the bottom of his shirt, removing it from him, running her hands down his chest, finally feeling his strong chest and abs. Grabbing him by the neck, she deepened the kiss, sliding in her own juices on the table, closer to Mark. She grabbed his cock again, this time rubbing it against her clit.

I should just skip eating her pussy, and fuck her like this, Mark thought to himself. Both moaning and breathless, Mark eventually pulled Sam's head to the side, allowing him access to kiss gently down from her ear, neck, nipping at her tits, down her stomach, and kneeling before her.

Sam leaned back onto her elbows and forearms, as Mark slid his hands under her ass, pulling her closer towards him. He teased Sam, grazing both thighs with his tongue, cleaning up the cum that was drying there. Sam whimpered and wiggled; he needs to start eating me, I'm about to cum watching him do this to me.

"Hold still, Sam, or I'll make you lean over the table legs wide waiting for me," Mark growled. Sam whimpered, but stilled, watching Mark intently as he looked up at her.

"Good girl," Mark whispered against her pussy, causing a soft gasp to escape from Sam, arching her back, her tits hardening.

Mark stood up, opened the door, walked to his desk, and pulled out several items that Sam couldn't see. He placed them on his rolling cart along with several towels. Sam stayed still, her eyes never leaving his toned body, blushing when he caught her staring.

"You have no idea how sexy you are, Sam," Mark gruffly said. "I've fantasized about you for the last 17 years, if you'd let me fuck you, the different ways I could".

"Please fuck me, Mark," Sam pleaded. Cum still dripping out of her wanting pussy. He rolled the cart in, leaving the door open. Sam looked at the contents he placed on it: a thick vibrator, a butt plug, lube, nipple jewelry, and the towels she had already seen. Her eyes widened as he placed a towel on the floor in between her legs.

"Never played like this before?" Mark asked. Sam turned red and shook her head no. "Well, I'm glad I get to be the first to introduce you to this."

Mark picked up the nipple jewelry and began sucking on one nipple, then the other, then slipping the jewelry around them, allowing the cool chain that connected them to each nipple to drape down her chest and stomach.

"Every time I pull on this chain, you will feel pain and pleasure," Mark whispered against Sam's ear. Pulling the chain, Sam gasped, arching her back, thrusting her breasts into Mark's face. Mark chuckled; oh, she's going to make an amazing slutty patient for me.

He nipped at her taunt buds and began kissing down her body, kneeling once again in between her legs. She's still dripping wet, Mark thought to himself. He propped her feet up on his shoulders, started to lube up the butt plug, while gently licking her pussy, her juices dripping down into her ass. Mark sucked hard on her clit, while pulling on the chain causing Sam to yelp and sit straight up.

"Mark, I need to cum, I'm so close again," Sam moaned, her head flopping back as she lowered herself back onto her elbows.

"Patience. If you loved being fisted as much as you seemed to, I think you will love this butt plug," Mark growled. He spread her ass cheeks, inspecting her virgin asshole. It doesn't look like her ass has ever been touched; lucky me, Mark thought to himself.

"Look at me, Sam," Mark commanded. Sam lifted her head and looked directly into Mark's darkening blue eyes. "I need you to take slow, deep breaths as I place this butt plug inside your ass. Do you understand? This is a small one, but I need you to tell me if you feel any pain."

"Ok," Sam replied softly and began taking slow, deep breaths. Her eyes never left his. He started by using his fingers to spread her asshole open.

"This may be a little cold," Mark whispered, being driven crazy by the sweet scent of her juices. He began slowly working the butt plug back and forth into her tight ass. Sam moaned, her breath quickening.

"Slow your breathing, Sam. I don't want to hurt you", he breathed against her slick pussy.

Sam kept her eyes focused on his, fighting the urge to clamp her asshole around the movement, focusing on relaxing into each push in of the plug, allowing it to enter her further. God, I never thought this would feel so good, another soft moan escaping her lips.

"That's my good girl," Mark breathed, fucking her ass with the plug, eventually working it all the way in to the base. She took that so well, I'll have to start looking for larger ones, so I can fuck her tight ass without hurting he'.

At this point Sam's ass was nearly hanging off the table. "Move back a little, Sam", Mark demanded. Sam moved back, her legs butterflied stretched, feet still position, her ass on the table, but pussy at just the right angle for him to access her.

"God, Mark, I feel so full, I'm going to cum at any moment," Sam moaned.

"You can cum when I say you can cum", growled Mark. He placed his palms on either side of the inside of her thighs, the chain wrapped around his left hand, holding her upright. Taking his thumbs, he opened her sopping wet pussy, and began lapping up her sweet nectar. She tastes so fucking good, I can't believe I waited this long to make a move on her, Mark thought to himself.

I'm not sure how much more I can take, Sam thought, her legs shaking, as Mark moved closer to her waiting clit. Mark felt her thighs shaking under his palms.

"Maaarrk, pleeaaase," Sam begged, as Mark entered two fingers into her cunt, removed them, reaching up to tease her tits.

"I'm going to start licking and sucking your clit, and then you may cum, look at me as you do", Mark groaned, precum dripping down the shaft of his throbbing dick, onto his balls, and the towel he was kneeling on. He wanted so badly to make her cum so he could finally enter her with his cock.

Sam grabbed his head forcefully, shoving his mouth into her cunt. Mark pushed two fingers into her, applying pressure to her G-spot, assaulting her clit with his tongue, keeping her upright. Her eyes never left his, as she came apart under his mouth, screaming his name.

Before she had a chance to recover, Mark moved her back to how she was lying before eating her pussy. He slid between her legs; butt plug still in place.

"You have to let me know if this hurts at any time," Mark whispered, staring into her darkening brown eyes. "I can remove the plug, which may make me entering you more comfortable".

"Don't even think about removing that plug yet." Sam wiggled under him, his huge throbbing dick rubbing against her sensitive dripping cunt. She reached between her legs, grabbing his cock, combining their fluids, a natural lubricant. How is he so turned on by me? Why? Fuck it, I want him in me now', Sam moved the tip of Mark's cock to the entrance of her cunt.

Mark closed his eyes, groaning in pleasure."Ah, ah ah, Mark, if I had to keep my eyes open, you need to do the same," Sam teased. Mark's eyes flashed open, yanking hard on the nipple jewelry, causing Sam to squeak and arch her tits against his chest. He nipped at her tits before nudging her head to the side, allowing him access to her neck, nipping at her neck and ear.

He looked her directly in the eyes before softly kissing her on the lips. He pulled back, "Are you sure you want or can handle more?"

"Are you?" Sam retorted playfully. Sam moved her hands from Mark's cock, to the opening of her slippery cunt, holding it open, knowing Mark would need the help fitting into her tight pussy, even though she was soaking wet. Mark slowly and deliberately placed the tip of his cock into her.

He pushed into her, slowly, moving Sam's hands out of the way. Watching her for any sign of discomfort, he watched her breath accelerate as he pushed in, stretching her; she wrapped her legs around him.

"Are you ok?" Mark asked. Sam moaned with pleasure in response. I'm not even halfway in, Mark thought, focusing on not cumming from how tight she was. He pulled out slightly; Sam tightened her legs around him, forcing him to stretch her cunt even more.

"Please don't stop", Sam whimpered against Mark's lips. Slowly kissing him, using her tongue to open his mouth, reaching up to rub his face, running her fingers through his short beard.

Mark let out a guttural groan into her mouth. Slowly moving out a little, stretching Sam's pussy even wider with each thrust, entering even deeper. He let go of the nipple jewelry and removed it.

"I don't think we'll be needing these for the rest of the evening," Mark whispered against her tits, tossing it onto the cart. He nipped and sucked on her breasts, causing her to wiggle and drawing him in even more.

"Remove the plug, Mark. It doesn't hurt, but I want to feel just you," Sam cried out.

"I'm almost completely in you, my good girl," Mark whispered. "Let me finish entering you; I'm so close, and then I will pull the plug out".

Sam whimpered, using her heels against his tight ass to force him in the rest of the way. Mark gasped; she managed to squeeze hard around his throbbing cock, causing him to nearly cum, as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

"Pull your knees up and hold them there", Mark commanded. He held himself up over Sam with one arm, buried balls deep into her, her juices dripping down him and into her own ass. With his other hand, he reached down, gripping the base of the plug, fucking her ass with it one last time. Moving it in and out, feeling her clamp down around his cock, and the plug.

"I need you to relax, Sam", Mark growled. "I am going to cum before you want me to if you continue". Sam slowed her breathing, relaxing her ass. He finally pulled the plug out of her with a wet plop and tossed it onto the cart.

"Keep holding your knees like that," Mark growled, moving to a kneeling position while still in Sam. He grabbed her by the hips and began thrusting slowly, his light blue eyes never leaving hers.

"Fuck, Sam, you are so tight even without the plug." Sam's eyes rolled in the back of her head with each thrust as he hit her G-spot.

"MARK, I'M CUMMING." she cried out. He watched her tits bounce as she arched her back, grabbing one, running his thumb over her nipple. The movement caused her pussy to clamp down harder.

Mark picked up the pace, moving off his knees, his forearms on either side of her head. She grabbed his biceps, riding each wave of orgasm around his cock. Pounding harder and faster, Sam buried her head into his neck, licking and sucking, moaning into his ear.

He groaned, "Sam, don't stop, I'm so close". She grabbed both of his ass cheeks, pulling him closer, clamping her pussy around him, making it harder for him to move. "CUM WITH ME," he shouted as he finally exploded into Sam's tight cunt.

"OH MY GOD, MARK," Sam screamed, "DON'T STOP".

I can't believe all of that just happened, Sam thought to herself as the stars faded from her vision. Mark brushed her hair off her sweaty forehead, planting soft kisses there, behind each ear, down her neck. Still inside her, but not hard, he gently kissed her lips.

"Sam, that was even more incredible than I imagined," Mark said softly against her lips.

Sam stopped him as he went to move off of her. "I have a confession to make," She whispered. "I've wanted you ever since you first started treating me all those years ago."

He kissed her hard as he moved from the table. Both still breathing hard, Sam reached between her legs, scooping some of his cum out of her pussy, sucking it off of her fingers. "You are a naughty minx, you know that?" Mark commented as he cleaned himself up, handing her a towel.

She giggled, "Well, you never let me suck your dick as promised; I have to have a better idea of what you taste like, and it appears you didn't use that vibrator on me either."

"You felt so good, I forgot about the vibrator, and had promised that you could suck my cock after you orgasmed around my cock." Mark shared as he got dressed, "If you're willing, we can schedule your next visit to be the last of the day, so we can be alone."

Sam finished cleaning herself up and getting dressed. "I'd like that very much, Mark", Sam whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck, stealing one more kiss.

Mark groaned, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Sam, we both need to go home", his cock twitching, I've never had a patient, let alone a woman, have this effect on me.

"Today is Wednesday; do you think you can wait until Friday evening to come back in?" Mark whispered into her ear.

"Of course, whatever your schedule allows, I'll make it work," Sam perked up, and with one more peck on the lips, she bashfully smiled and turned to walk towards the door. Mark grinned, already planning Sam's next 'appointment'. Little did he know, Sam had a few ideas of her own, hoping this type of therapy would be ongoing.