Today I received a female patient, she had hit her genitals and inner thighs after falling off a bicycle,
I invited her to the VIP room, which was designed by the clinic for treating more private areas and even had bathroom facilities. After leading her inside, I began to examine her injuries, and it was then that I took a closer look at her.
She had a delicate and pretty appearance, with a round face, a height of about 161cm, and her breasts looked to be around 34B.
Wearing a semi-transparent white chiffon blouse, a white lace demi-cup bra, with large nipples faintly visible.
Her lower body was in a pleated short skirt, with sheer tights on her legs, a slightly protruding lower abdomen, and a pair of peep-toe high heels on her feet,
After she came in, I invited her to lie on the bed and helped her take off her shoes.
So I said to her: [Miss Chen, I need to check your injury. I'll help you take off your skirt and pull your pantyhose down to your knees. Please spread your legs slightly. Thank you.]
Although she was very embarrassed, she didn't stop my actions.
I slowly lifted her short skirt. What came into view was her white panties under her skin-toned tights.
I could see the hair on her private parts clearly. At this moment, my little brother started to get hot.
I noticed horizontal lines on her lower abdomen. I asked her curiously: [Miss Chen, what are those lines on your stomach?] She blushed and replied, [I just gave birth a little over three months ago, those are stretch marks.] Oh! So that's it. After learning this, I began to palpate for her.
I gently pressed the inside of her thigh and asked if it hurt. She shook her head.
I caressed her thighs and calves again, but she still shook her head.
I had no choice but to ask her: 'Miss Chen, where does it hurt?'
She pointed to her private area and whispered shyly: 'I bumped here.'
As soon as I saw her pussy, I said: [Then I'll take off your panties to inspect it.]
She just nodded slightly and turned her head to the other side. I pulled down her panties, and waves of a musky scent hit my nose.
I then used both index fingers to touch her outer labia. Before long, a lot of fluid flowed from her vaginal opening.
I lowered my head to carefully examine and found that aside from a bit of red swelling from the impact, there was no serious harm. However, her arousal fluid was increasing more and more. I seized the opportunity to say to her: 'Miss Chen, I'm going to spread your vagina open now to see if there's any injury inside.'
Without waiting for her answer, he inserted his right index finger,
At first she just twisted her body, but later, unable to bear the stimulation, she began to make soft cries
[Ah... ah... I can't take it anymore... oh... oh... don't be too rough.... ah... ah... ah....]
While thrusting, I pulled out my hard penis and rubbed it up and down with my hand.
She spread her legs wide, trembling incessantly.
Soon after, she secreted a large amount of lustful fluid, panting nonstop,
I pulled out my fingers and bent my head down to lick her opening and closing vaginal entrance.
She sat up weakly and said, 'Don't lick there, it's dirty.'
It was then that she also saw the penis I was holding in my left hand. She asked nervously: 'Massage therapist, why did you take that out?' I was taken aback for a moment and replied: 'Because you just secreted too much fluid from your vagina. I need to lick it clean first before applying the medicine to my penis to administer it to you. That way the medicine won't leak out. But my penis isn't hard enough yet, so the medicine might leak out.'
After hearing my explanation, she didn't know what to do. I quickly added, 'This isn't sex; it's to treat your illness. You must help me, or else what we just did would be in vain.'
Miss Chen remembered the lewd cries she made when she climaxed earlier and saw that the lewd fluids flowing from her private parts had soaked the entire bed. Not caring about that anymore, she asked me in a small voice: 'Then how can I help you?'
Seeing she was willing, I said: [Please use your mouth to suck my penis, so it can fully erect. Only then can the glans coated with medicine be inserted into your vagina, preventing the medicine from leaking out.]
After listening, her face flushed red, and she nodded slightly.
I asked her to get off the bed first. I took off my pants and underwear, lay flat on the bed, and then asked her to get on top, positioning her buttocks towards me and her mouth towards my penis, forming a 6.9-style position.
Shyly, she used her hand to hold my penis, her mouth open wide to take my glans, sometimes licking it with her tongue.
My dick was now fully hard, filling her jade-like mouth.
I pulled down his buttocks, licking his perineum hard with my tongue, while my index finger dipped into the arousal fluid and gently inserted it into her pink anus. She licked and cried out: [Ah... masseur... please be gentle... my anus hurts... ah... ah... don't put it in the anus, it's dirty inside... oh... oh...]
As soon as I heard that, I inserted my entire index finger into the anus, poking back and forth.
She: [Ah.... My anus is going to split open..... Be gentle.... Oh.... Slower...... Ah... It feels so bad....... I'm going to cum..... Oh.. oh.. oh...]
Seeing her vaginal fluids gushing out again, I asked her to turn around, align her vagina with my penis, and told her to sit down.
She might have been too weak to hold on, and sat down immediately. Both she and I let out a simultaneous, 'Oh...'
I started moving up and down, my glans entering and exiting her vagina. She lay weakly on top of me, letting me thrust forcefully.
I used my hands to help her remove her top and bra, then used both my mouth and hands to suck on her two nipples.
Soon after; her nipples actually began to secrete milk. I struggled to suck the milk, while my lower body thrust hard into her vagina, and she cooperated by moving up and down with me; her lustful fluid kept increasing, and I was thrusting more and more smoothly. In the room, only the sounds of [pu... zi... pu... zi....] water and her rapid moans and cries of pleasure could be heard,
I thrust over a hundred times. Suddenly, she hugged me tightly, clamping her legs together. A series of convulsions came from her vagina. I knew she had already climaxed. I kept my penis inside her little hole, just not moving, enjoying the squeezing and releasing of her vagina.
After resting a while, she asked me, 'Massage therapist, can I get up now?' I nodded, pulling my penis out forcefully. She gasped, her entire leg covered in fluid, soaking her pantyhose.
I probably hadn't cum yet, my penis pulled out still hard as a rock,
Seeing this, she hurriedly tried to put on her panties and pantyhose first, afraid I would penetrate her again.
How could I let her off so easily? With one hand pulling her panties and stockings,
While telling her: [Miss Chen, you haven't finished treatment yet, please do not put on your underwear for now. Because your underwear is too tight, it will press on the private parts, causing local congestion, which will have a bad effect on your future sex life, so, do not put on your underwear.]
Hearing this, she got nervous and asked: [Then what should we do? Should I put my pantyhose on first, is that okay?]
Seeing her insistence, I nodded. Then I saw her take off her panties, wearing only stockings, completely naked except for a transparent, soaked pair of pantyhose on her body.
Because of the treatment just now, she was also less shy.
She saw my penis was still erect, and asked me somewhat embarrassed: [Massage therapist, sorry, having you treat me, but you yourself haven't released yet, what should we do now!]
Seeing her ask this way, I took the opportunity to tell her: 'Actually, I've been wanting to cum since you clamped so tightly earlier, but your treatment requires another application of medicine to fully heal. I had to hold back from cumming, all to help you with the treatment.'
Upon hearing this, Miss Chen's face paled with fright. She thought to herself: Her little hole was still swollen and painful from being prodded by the masseur just now, and now she had to apply medicine again. How could she bear it? But not getting it treated wasn't an option either.
She looked at me hesitantly, unsure of what to do.
At this moment, I walked over gently and said: 'Don't worry, I'll insert gently this time, not like before. You just need to lean your upper body on the bed and raise your buttocks high.'
I gently pressed her down by the bed, telling her not to move, then knelt down and caressed her private area through her pantyhose.
After a while, more lewd fluid flowed out from her little hole.
So I asked her to lick my penis; my slightly shrunken dick hardened again.
I taught her to lick the slit of my penis with the tip of her tongue, like eating ice cream. Soon, my glans became even larger than during the previous treatment. I immediately asked her to lie on her stomach, tore a hole in her pantyhose near her vaginal opening with my hand, raised my glans to rub up and down against her labia, then aimed at the vaginal opening and slowly inserted the glans bit by bit into her vagina.
It was a bit difficult to enter due to insufficient lubrication. Finally, after some effort, I managed to insert the glans. As I thrust in and out, I watched her labia being pushed apart and then closing around my large glans.
When I noticed her love juices were increasing more and more, I told her: 'Miss Chen, your vagina is wet enough now, I'm going to start thrusting hard.' She nodded slightly, spread her legs wider, and raised her buttocks higher to make it easier for me to poke her.
Seeing that she was ready, I exerted force, and with a [squelch] sound, I thrust all the way in.
She was being vigorously penetrated by me, and could only cooperate with my penis while moaning: 'Oh... oh... you've gone all the way in... oh... oh... I'm going to die... good brother... fucking my little pussy feels so good...'
After thrusting over two hundred times, I used my index finger to smear the lubricant I had thrust out of her onto her asshole. With both hands, I pried her asshole wider and wider. Taking advantage of her inattention, I pulled out my penis and aimed it at her asshole, thrusting in forcefully. Caught off guard by my anal penetration, she cried out in pain, tears already streaming down her face.
My penis was tightly wrapped by her anal sphincter, feeling even better than fucking a virgin.
In excruciating pain, she could only plead softly: 'Massage... therapist... don't... ah... oh... my asshole hurts so much... you... be gentle... ah... please... you're going to fuck me to death... ah...'
I thrust faster and faster, sprinting. My glans began to contract, zzz... I shot all my sperm into her asshole. She was already exhausted, lying on the bed panting. After a while, I slowly pulled my penis out of her asshole. As the glans exited, a large amount of thick semen mixed with blood streaks flowed out.
I walked over to get some tissues, wiped my penis clean, put my clothes back on, and then went to the bedside to check on Miss Chen.
I gently wiped the semen and traces of blood from her anus with toilet paper. Only then did she turn to look at me, tears glistening in her eyes.
She said faintly: [You are so cruel, you stabbed my asshole so painfully, I...] She couldn't help but cry.
Seeing that things were going badly, I had no choice but to keep comforting her, lifting her onto the bed to lie down, apologizing while bending over to use my hands to part her legs and licking her labia and anus.
Until she felt better, she also stopped crying, and even told me: [Please lick a little deeper.....ah......I’m feeling it again....oh...gulp.......I came again.....ah......]
I helped her put her dress back on, then used my hand to finger her wet little pussy inside her skirt, agreeing to come back for another consultation the day after tomorrow…………………………
After she got dressed, I helped tidy her messy hair. The lighting in the VIP room was still so soft, the air lingering with a faint scent of her body and the smell from the earlier intensity.
“The day after tomorrow at the same time?” I asked.
Miss Chen nodded, her voice still a bit hoarse: 'Mm... I'll come.'
As she reached the door, she glanced back at me, her eyes holding both shyness and a clear sense of anticipation. After the door closed, I leaned against the edge of the bed, my breathing not yet fully settled. The semen I had just shot inside her, mixed with the fluids that had gushed out during her climax, gave the whole experience a feeling that was both real and scorching hot.
Two days later, at 6:30 in the evening, the clinic was left with only me. The doorbell rang.
Miss Chen changed into a set of clothes: a light-colored knitted top, with a lace demi-cup bra still underneath, and a dark-colored bodycon skirt on the bottom. She was still wearing those transparent pantyhose on her legs. As soon as she entered the VIP room, she proactively locked the door.
"Today... I don't have to pretend to be checking anymore, right?" She leaned against the door, her voice very soft, but very clear.
I walked over and pulled her into my embrace. She didn't avoid it; instead, she actively lifted her face. We shared a long kiss, tongues entwined, breathing gradually becoming rapid. My hand slid from her waist inside her clothes, kneading her breasts—which had become more sensitive after childbirth—through her bra. Her nipples soon hardened, noticeable even through the fabric.
“Take it off.” She started first, removing her top and bra. Her breasts were fully exposed, the areolas a little darker than last time, the nipples slightly swollen. I lowered my head to take one side into my mouth and gently suck. She drew in a sharp breath and pressed both hands against the back of my head.
“A little milk... it hasn’t fully come back yet.” she said softly.
I took it deeper into my mouth, my tongue swirling around her nipple. Her body trembled slightly, her other hand already reaching down to caress herself through her skirt and pantyhose. I turned her toward the edge of the bed, had her sit down, and knelt before her. Lifting her skirt, I pulled her pantyhose and panties down to her knees. Her private parts were already glistening wet, her labia slightly parted with a faint redness and swelling—traces from last time.
I first gently parted with my fingers, lowered my head, and licked. My tongue tip moved from the perineum all the way up, circling around the clitoris, then probing into the vaginal opening. She immediately clenched her legs, then forced herself to spread them.
“Ah... there... so sensitive...”
I quickened my pace, slowly inserting two fingers, curving and pressing against the inner walls. Her arousal fluid grew increasingly abundant, dripping down my fingers. Before long, her body tensed, her inner walls contracting violently, and a stream of warmth sprayed onto my tongue. The climax came quickly and intensely.
Before she had fully recovered, she reached out to pull down my pants. When my penis sprang out, her eyes lit up. She reached out, grasped it, stroked it up and down a few times, then lay face down on the bed, her buttocks raised high.
“Just come in directly… I want it.”
I tore open the crotch of her pantyhose, the head of my penis pressing against the slick entrance. She pushed back herself, taking the entire length in one go. We both let out low moans of satisfaction. Holding her waist, I began thrusting rhythmically. Each thrust went deep, the head scraping over her sensitive spot. Her buttocks were soft and bouncy, making crisp sounds with each impact.
“Slower... no, faster...” She rocked herself back and forth, matching my rhythm.
I reached around to the front and rubbed her clitoris. The dual stimulation quickly brought her to climax again. Her vagina clenched tightly, and I almost came right then. Holding back, I turned her over, had her lie on her back with her legs over my shoulders. This position went deeper. She looked at me, eyes moist, but never asked me to stop.
“Cum inside... like last time.”
I quickened my pace, the last few dozen thrusts almost like pile-driving. When she climaxed again, her inner walls convulsed in waves, tightly sucking me in. I let out a low roar, releasing everything deep inside her. The semen was abundant and hot, and she could clearly feel the impact of each spurt.
After finishing, I didn't withdraw immediately. Instead, I leaned down to kiss her. She actively responded with her tongue, her hands still lightly scratching my back.
After a long time, I slowly pulled out. Semen mixed with arousal fluid immediately gushed out, soaking a large area of the bedsheet. I helped wipe her clean, then carefully cleaned her with a warm towel. She lay there, legs still slightly apart, completely relaxed.
“I’ve already brought up divorce with my husband.” She suddenly spoke, her voice calm, “The paperwork still has to go on for a while, but we’re already separated.”
I nodded and didn't ask more. I just pulled her into my arms and let her lean against my chest.
“Then after that…… how do you want to arrange things?”
She raised her head and gently bit my chin: 'I want to come at least twice a week. Sometimes at night, sometimes in the afternoon. If you're free.'
“I’m free.” I answered very straightforwardly.
She smiled, reached out and grasped my still semi-hard penis, slowly stroking it. Soon it was fully erect again. She straddled me, aligned herself, and slowly sat down. This time she moved slowly, as if carefully feeling each sensation of being filled. Her breasts swayed gently with the motion; I reached out to cup them, my thumb brushing over her nipples. She immediately tightened, letting out fragmented moans.
We tried several positions. When she was on her knees, she would arch her back down herself, allowing me to go deeper; when lying on her side, she would lift one leg high, making it easier for me to stimulate her clitoris with my hand simultaneously; finally, she lay on top of me, moving up and down herself until she climaxed again, then lay limp and motionless.
That night we kept going until the clinic was almost closing. When she left, her walk was already a bit unsteady, her private parts still retaining the redness, swelling, and wetness from being thoroughly used.
“The day after tomorrow night?” she asked at the doorway.
“Good.”
After the door closed, I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the disheveled sheets and the lingering scent in the air. I knew very well in my heart that this was no longer just a simple physical relationship. She was a mature woman not long after childbirth, her body sensitive and craving to be taken seriously; and I, too, was completely captivated by her demeanor—both shy and proactive.
The next few weeks almost became a fixed tacit understanding.
Once she came wearing a loose dress with nothing underneath. As soon as she entered, she had me press her against the wall and entered from behind. The dress was pulled up to her waist, and the transparent pantyhose was torn open into a larger hole. While thrusting, I kneaded her breasts, and milk occasionally seeped out, which I licked off. She bit the back of her hand, trying not to make too much noise, but she couldn't suppress the sweet, stifled moans.
Another time was on a weekend afternoon. The clinic was closed, and we spent the entire afternoon directly in the VIP room. She lay on the bed, legs spread wide, letting me use my tongue and fingers to bring her to climax three times before allowing me to enter. That time I came twice, once inside and once on her chest. She used her fingers to spread the semen, then smiled and made me look.
“You like me like this?” she asked.
I lowered my head and kissed her: 'I like it.'
She pulled me down, straddled me again, and started moving on her own. Her movements grew faster and faster, her breasts shaking violently, her juices flowing down from where we joined, soaking a large patch of the bedsheet. When she climaxed, her whole body tensed, her inner walls clamping down on me tightly, pushing me to my limit once again.
Afterward she leaned in my arms, her fingers gently tracing my abs.
“I never knew before that being treated like this could feel so good.” she said very softly, “Before, it always ended very quickly, or there was no feeling at all. Now... it feels like my body has been opened up again.”
I kissed her hair and didn't speak. I just held her tighter.
The night gradually deepened. It was completely quiet outside the clinic. We did it again, this time especially slow, especially deep. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her eyes fixed on me the whole time, each thrust as if trying to embed each other into our bodies.
During ejaculation, I felt her climax simultaneously. We held each other tightly, neither letting go first.
A light rain began to fall outside the window. The room was left with only the sound of our breathing and the occasional, satisfied sigh.
This is no longer therapy, nor is it accidental.
But rather, both people clearly knew what they were doing, and willingly returned to this bed time and again, completely handing over their most private desires and bodies to each other.
The rain was still falling.
Miss Chen didn't get dressed immediately. She lay on her side next to me, one leg draped over my waist, her fingers idly tracing the sweat on my chest. The air was mixed with the musky sweetness after lovemaking and the smell of rain, making the room feel exceptionally quiet.
“Stay a little longer.” she said softly.
I nodded, pulling her closer into my embrace. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I could still feel her nipples, slightly swollen from being sucked earlier. Her postpartum body had recovered well, but it was more sensitive than an average woman's, reacting to even the slightest touch.
After about ten minutes, she suddenly sat up and straddled me. The penis was actually already mostly soft, but she held it, slowly grinding with her wet opening. Within a few strokes, it became hard and erect again.
“Still want it?” I asked.
She didn't answer, just held it and slowly lowered herself. When it was fully inside, both let out a soft gasp. This time she moved slowly, as if carefully feeling every inch of being stretched open. Her hands pressed against my abs, her waist swaying back and forth, breasts gently swaying with the motion.
I reached out to hold them, my thumb brushing over her nipple. She immediately tightened, her inner walls contracting.
“Don’t... don’t touch me like that, it’ll be soon...” her voice trembled.
But I deliberately increased the force, lifting my hips to thrust upward. She couldn't help but let out sweet, syrupy moans, and her movements lost their rhythm. Before long, she climaxed again, her whole body going limp as she lay on top of me, her inner walls still twitching in waves.
I held her and rolled over, letting her lie on her back, then pressed down on her again. This time, the thrusts were deep and steady. She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, her nails leaving shallow marks on my back. As we continued, her eyes grew wet, but she never asked to stop, only repeatedly saying 'deeper' and 'just like that.'
During ejaculation, I didn't pull out. The warm flow poured into her again; she could clearly feel each spurt, her body trembling slightly, and she came once more.
After it ended, we lay side by side, neither of us speaking first. The sound of rain gradually faded.
“Next weekend,” she suddenly said, “my husband won’t be home. You……would you be willing to come to my place?”
I turned to look at her.
“Okay.”
She smiled, kissed me on the lips, then slowly got up to get dressed. The pantyhose were already torn, so she simply took them off and stuffed them into her bag, leaving wearing only her skirt. At the door, she looked back at me, her eyes filled with obvious reluctance.
“See you Wednesday night.”
After the door closed, I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the completely messed-up sheets, knowing in my heart that this had completely crossed the line of an ordinary physical relationship.
On Wednesday night, she appeared on time.
This time she wore a loose white shirt and denim miniskirt, with nothing underneath as usual. As soon as we entered the VIP room, she pushed me against the wall and kissed me proactively. We practically tore each other's clothes off. She knelt down, first taking me into her mouth to harden me, her tongue carefully licking every part until I was fully engorged. Then she turned around herself, braced her hands on the edge of the bed, and raised her buttocks high.
"From behind... I want you to enter me like that."
I held her waist, the glans pressed against the already soaked entrance, slowly pushing in. After fully entering, I began thrusting forcefully. Her butt was soft and bouncy, each impact making a crisp sound. I reached around to the front to rub her clitoris, my other hand grabbing one of her breasts. She soon climaxed, her fluids trickling down her thighs, wetting a small patch of the floor.
We tried several positions. When she was on top, she controlled the rhythm herself, sometimes fast, sometimes slow; during side-entry, she would lift her leg very high, allowing me to go deeper; finally, she lay on her back, her legs pressed against her chest by me, almost folded in half. This position opened her up completely, hitting the most sensitive spot every time. She climaxed twice, crying, her inner walls squeezing me so tightly I could barely hold back.
During ejaculation, I stayed entirely inside. Feeling the warmth, she actively tightened, drawing me in even closer.
Afterward she lay in my arms, her voice still a little breathless: "My home... you really can come. I'll give you the key. Next Saturday at 3 p.m., I'll be waiting for you at home."
I took that key and gently squeezed her palm.
On Saturday afternoon, I arrived at the residential complex where she lived on time.
The apartment wasn’t big, but it was kept very clean. When she opened the door, she was wearing only a thin silk robe, and she was naked underneath. As soon as the door closed, she pulled me into the entryway and kissed me with her back against the door. The robe soon slipped down, and her mature, full body was completely exposed before my eyes.
We didn't even make it to the bedroom; we did it for the first time right on the living room sofa. She straddled me, moving up and down on her own, her breasts swaying before my eyes. I took one nipple into my mouth and sucked hard, while my other hand kneaded her buttocks. She came quickly, her fluids soaking my pants.
Then we went into the bedroom. The bed was big, and the sheets were light-colored. She lay down on her own initiative, legs spread, looking at me.
"Today there's no need to rush... we can take it slow."
I first used my tongue to bring her to climax twice, then entered her. This time was especially slow, especially deep. She kept looking into my eyes, each thrust as if confirming something. Midway through, she suddenly flipped me over, got on top herself, hands braced on my chest, hips twisting urgently and fiercely.
“Cum for me... all of it...”
I grabbed her waist and thrust upward, finally releasing everything deep inside. Feeling the hot flow, her whole body spasmed and climaxed again, softly collapsing on top of me.
In the evening we did it again, in the bathroom. Hot water washed over our bodies; she braced herself against the wall with both hands, and I entered her from behind. The sound of the water covered most of the moans, but I could still hear her broken bits of “so deep” and “faster.” When I came, I bit her shoulder and left all of the semen inside.
After cleaning up, she leaned against me in my arms, and we both sat in the bathtub.
“I’ve already signed the divorce agreement.” Her voice was very calm, “The formalities will be finished in two more months.”
I didn't speak, just tightened my arms.
“When the time comes...” She turned to look at me. “Will you still be willing to continue?”
I lowered my head and kissed her: 'I'm willing.'
She smiled, reached out and grasped the penis that had risen again in the water, slowly stroking it. Soon it was fully hard again. She straddled me, swallowed me inside herself, and began to rock slowly. The hot water sloshed with the movement, occasionally splashing out of the tub.
This time we did it especially long. She climaxed three times, almost crying during the last one, yet she never stopped. When I ejaculated, I held her tight, feeling as if I poured all my desire and emotion into her.
The night is deep.
We lay on her bed, with occasional car headlights sweeping past outside the window. Her fingers gently traced circles on my chest, her voice carrying a lazy satisfaction:
“Next week……still come to my place. Or your clinic is fine. I’m okay with either.”
I took her hand, held it, and kissed it by my lips.
“I’ll listen to you.”
She turned over, placing one leg back over my waist, her private area still retaining the wetness and slight redness from being thoroughly used earlier. She didn't rush to clean up, just moved closer.
“Then it’s settled.” she said softly.
The room fell quiet again. Only the breathing of two people remained, along with occasional, satisfied sighs.
From the VIP room at the clinic to her home, and then to more places that may appear in the future—we all knew that this had completely become a mutual, willing secret that belonged only to each other.
And this secret had only just begun.
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