Naria injures her leg and exposes her body to the therapist.

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Naria Teases The Therapist

Naria

finished storing the silverware in the top cabinet. They seldom used

the special dinnerware but yesterday was a special occasion; Naria and

Toby celebrated one year of marriage. Their sex life had never been so

good, and both enjoyed the special meal they prepared together,

including using the good China and silverware.

Naria

closed the cabinet door, turned on the chair, and hopped to the floor.

Toby, sitting at the table, heard a popping sound and Naria immediately

collapsed to the floor, hollering and grabbing her right thigh.

"Ah.

Toby, help! Ah." Naria continued hollering and began sobbing. "Get me

to the hospital, Toby! God, it hurts!" Naria said, between sobs and

groans.

Toby

drove quickly to the nearest hospital where they signed in and waited.

Eventually, a nurse took her back to a room, gave her a shot for pain,

and the doctor examined her leg.

"What's the verdict doctor? Is something broken?" Toby asked, because by then Naria, with the pain meds, was almost comatose.

"No,

not broken. Naria has suffered a thigh contusion. She pulled a ligament

in the upper thigh. We'll schedule her for some tests, but she probably

won't need surgery." The doctor sent them home with a prescription for

pain and told Toby to make her stay off the leg for a couple of weeks.

Rest, ice, compression and elevation. That was Naria's schedule for the

next two weeks. Then physical therapy.

Toby

took Naria home, helping her walk into the house, then putting her to

bed. "Just sleep, Naria. You'll feel better when you wake up." He wasn't

sure Naria even heard him, so he turned out the light and left the

bedroom.

Over

the next two weeks Naria improved. At her two-week follow-up exam the

doctor prescribed a month of therapy. At home, they discussed their

options.

"I

don't want to be a bother, Toby. I feel like all you do is look after

me. I don't want you taking me to therapy four times a week; you won't

get any work done."

"Well, what if we can find a therapist to come to the house. The insurance will still pay."

"I

like that idea," said Naria. That afternoon they researched therapists

in the area and settled on Stan. "This says she was recently certified,

so she'll know all the modern techniques. Please call her."

Toby called the office and Stan arrived the next morning.

Ring. Ring. "I'll get it." Toby opened the door to find a handsome young man.

"Is Miss Naria home?" The guy looked like a high school boy; he couldn't be more than sixteen.

"Wait, we scheduled a Stan for therapy."

"That's me, in the flesh." The young man gave a wide grin, and Toby invited him in and led him to the bedroom.

Naria saw the guy and hollered, "Wait, I'm not decent!"

Stan blushed and turned away and Naria quickly covered up.

"Sweetie,

this is Stan." Toby watched Naria's face as he introduced the young

man. Her face showed surprise, then confusion, and a slow grin crossed

her mouth.

"Well,

well. Nice to meet you, Stan. Come on in. I'm decent now, so we can get

started." Naria winked at Toby and he smiled and left the room.

"Where do you want to work, Stan?"

Stan reached down and felt the bed. "Well, the bed seems firm enough. We can do it right here if you want."

"Here is good. How do you want me?" Naria looked down at her body and smiled. Stan also looked down.

"Uh,

er, well, uh, just lie flat on the bed and I'll start." Naria threw off

the covers and Stan gasped. She was only wearing white cotton panties

and a cotton bra, basic everyday underwear.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry!" Stan quickly covered his eyes with his hand and turned away.

"Do you want me to put on a robe?" Naria asked, wide-eyed. "You're like a doctor aren't you? I hope I didn't embarrass you."

"Well,

not a doctor exactly, uh, do you mind putting on a robe?" Naria took

her time getting out of bed and finding her robe in the closet. She

glanced in a full-length mirror beside the closet and saw Stan watching

her butt. This was going to fun!

Naria

tied the robe loosely and laid on the bed, fully stretched out, and

Stan began his work. Naria pulled the robe up her injured leg and tucked

it into her crotch.

"There,

now you can get to the injury." Stan poured some warm oil on his hands,

rubbed them together, and began massaging Naria's thigh.

"Ouch!

Oh! Please go slower." Stan's massage really did hurt, but the pain

eased as he continued. His warm, oiled hands eventually made her forget

the soreness, and she began to think of other things. Especially when

Stan's hand accidentally touched her crotch.

"Oh!" Naria jumped and Stan backed away.

"I'm

sorry! I'll be more careful." Stan was getting more nervous as he

massaged. Naria watched his eyes, and they stayed on her crotch. Naria

could feel her pussy getting wet and looked down. Sure enough, her pussy

juices were seeping through the white cotton panties. She sighed.

Stan finished his work and packed his oil and towels in a small bag.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Miss Naria."

"Please just call me Naria. I'm sure we'll be good friends by the time you finish my therapy." Naria gave Stan a big smile.

"Uh, ok, Miss, Uh Naria." Stan excused himself and hurried out of the bedroom.

Toby

entered shortly afterwards. "Well, how did it go. Are you disappointed

your therapist is not a woman?" He already knew the answer.

"Are

you kidding? I loved it! He's still kinda new at his job, but we'll get

along just fine!" Naria reached down to rub her pussy, already tingling

with anticipation.

Toby shook his head and went back to work.

 

Naria was ready the next day. When Stan showed up she was dressed and ready. Well, dressed as much as she wanted.

"Stan!

So good to see you. Come on in." Naria led the way into her bedroom

knowing Stan was probably watching her butt. Today she wore a short

robe, almost see-through, just covering her knees but easier to move so

Stan could massage her thigh. And underneath the robe she wore bright

red silk panties and bra. Stan would see them soon enough.

"Well,

let's get started," said Stan. He brought out the oil and a towel from

his bag. Naria pulled the robe closely around her and laid out on the

bed. She didn't want to scare Stan off; she would expose her body to him

gradually.

"How does the leg feel today?" asked Stan. "Any soreness from

yesterday?" He was trying to be professional but Naria noticed he was nervous.

"A

little, yes, but not much today. You're good at this!" Stan beamed,

poured oil in his hands and began the massage. Again, Naria had tucked

her robe in at the crotch, hiding her red panties as Stan rubbed. He

began with slow, long rubs from knee to upper thigh and back again. Then

he squeezed the muscles lightly. Naria could feel when he reached the

sore muscle but said nothing.

"What feels the best to you?"

"When

you go all around the leg, top to bottom. That feels so good." As Naria

talked, she opened her legs, and saw Stan glanced down.

"Oh! Uh." Stan reached around to get the towel and brought it to her knee, wiping the dripping oil.

"This

is the spot that feels the best," said Naria, opening her leg more and

touching her thigh almost to her crotch. "Can you do me here?"

Stan blushed but reached his hand to where Naria pointed. He touched it shyly. "Here? Are you sure?"

"Yep. That's the spot. It feels so good when you rub there. And when you squeeze it."

Stan,

getting braver by the minute, lightly touched the spot Naria indicated

and began almost caressing her leg, down to the knee, up almost touching

her pussy, down, around again. When he reached the top again, he

squeezed, and Naria jumped.

"Oh!

That's it. Yes!" She opened her leg even more, knowing her red silk

panties were totally visible. Stan couldn't miss them! This time when

Stan massaged upward, the back of his hand touched her pussy, and Naria

jumped again.

"Are you ok? Does this help?" As Stan asked, he touched Naria's pussy again, now wet with her juices.

"Mmmm."

Naria moaned. "Yes, right there." Naria sat up, letting her robe fall

open and exposing her red bra. She saw Stan looking at her breasts, then

at her pussy, and she decided this was enough for today.

"Thank you so much, Stan! You are so good at this." Naria stood, pulling her robe around her.

Stan

turned to put his oil and towel away and Naria saw him trying to hide

his growing enlargement. Unsuccessfully. He seemed disappointed as he

left.

"Tomorrow, then?"

"Yes, tomorrow, Stan. See you then."

Naria

hurried to Toby's work room, yanking off the robe as she went, then

unsnapping her bra. She was hopping and pulling off her panties as she

entered the room, and Toby's eyes widened with surprise.

"Naria! What the heck?"

"Get

those clothes off, mister. I need some relief!" Toby began unbuttoning

his shirt but not fast enough. Naria just pulled it over his head and

attacked his pants zipper.

"Come on. Hurry up!" Naria pushed Toby onto a chair and climbed on him. Her wet pussy sank all the way down and she groaned.

"Oh

God! I need this!" Naria began to fuck him furiously, embracing him

tightly so she wouldn't fall off. Her pussy was clamping onto Toby's

cock so tightly she could feel the bulging veins. "Oh yeah. Oh, oh, yes,

yes! Yes!" Naria's body exploded in pure pleasure, milking every bit of

the orgasm that engulfed her, and Toby climaxed with her. They

gradually slowed, basking in the pleasure of their nude closeness.

"Ah. I needed that!" Naria exhaled. Only then did she tell Toby all the details of how she teased Stan.

"Hon, I get so horny when another man sees my body. I don't understand it, but I sure do enjoy it." Naria hesitated, frowning.

"What, Naria? Did something else happen? Why the frown?"

"I'm not sure, but I think Stan was teasing me, too."

"What do you mean? How?" There was something different in Naria's voice.

"Well,

when I opened my legs and suggested he massage a little higher, he did!

His hand even brushed my pussy, several times. I think he was teasing

me!"

"So, what's good for the goose... you know the rest. Did it bother you?"

"God, no! It excited me even more. But does it bother you?"

Toby

thought awhile before answering. "Not really, but don't let it get out

of hand. No pun intended." Toby smiled and Naria giggled.

"Out

of hand...I get it. Say, why don't we put in that camera we talked

about. That way you can watch and make sure it doesn't get out of hand."

Naria emphasized the last part, drawing a laugh from Toby.

"Let's go to the store tonight and buy one. I'll install it before Stan comes tomorrow."

That

night Toby and Naria went shopping. They had a ball comparing cameras,

and Naria couldn't resist teasing the clerk about their reason for

buying it. They bought a camera small enough to hide easily but with

good enough quality that it made an excellent video. And it was

wireless, easy to install, and Toby could watch from the computer in his

work room or on his iPad.

Naria

insisted on trying it out, pulling off her panties, laying on the bed,

and bringing herself to a rousing orgasm as Toby watched from the other

room. The next day couldn't come fast enough for Naria!

 

A

few minutes before Stan was to arrive, Naria turned on the tiny camera.

It was already positioned and ready to go. She got in bed, pulled her

robe around her, and waited.

Toby showed Stan into the bedroom a few minutes later.

"Hey, Stan. Right on time! You're a real professional!"

"Thanks, uh, Naria. I like my work." Naria had no doubts about that!

"Well, I'm ready!" With that she tossed the covers and lay back. "Here I am!"

Stan

was stunned! Today Naria was wearing a totally see-through light green

robe, and her mint green bra and panties were quite visible.

"You're such a professional I didn't think you'd care what I wore. I just like to be comfortable."

Stan

turned red as an apple and stuttered, "I, uh, I-I, well, you're fine.

Let's get started." He turned away to get the oil and towel from his

bag. When he turned back around, Naria saw his emerging problem. He

couldn't hide his growing cock!

"Where

do you want to start, Stan?" As she spoke, Naria opened her legs

slightly. She glanced down and saw that Stan wasn't the only one with a

problem. Her pussy juices were already soaking her panties, and she

could smell her own arousal.

Stan

didn't say a word; he just poured oil on his hand and began massaging

Naria's thigh. He tried hard to concentrate on the thigh but kept

glancing at her crotch.

"Does

this hurt?" Stan massaged deeply, working the muscles with his strong

fingers. He worked on the thigh, right where Naria's injury was, then

worked his way down to her knee and back up again. As he massaged, Naria

gradually moved her robe until it covered nothing. Her whole body, only

covered by the skimpy bra and panties, was open to Stan's eyes. And

with her legs spread, inviting him to look!

"Is

this how you like it?" he asked. He started at her knee, caressing the

leg all around, and ended up almost at Naria's pussy. When he moved, his

hand did touch her pussy, and she groaned.

"Right

there! Yes!" Gaining confidence, Stan massaged back down and up again,

this time not asking; the back of his hand burrowed into Naria's wet

pussy. Naria involuntarily began humping his hand, then stopped.

Stan

didn't take his eyes off Naria's body as he worked her muscles, looking

from her sopping pussy to her hard nipples and back again. Then he took

his chance. He caressed Naria's flesh down to her knee, then when he

went back up, he didn't stop. As he neared the pussy, he turned the hand

around and cupped Naria's pussy, pushing hard into her crotch, and

began a slow grinding movement.

Naria

pushed hard against Stan's hand and exploded! "Oh my God! Oh my God!

Oh! Uh!" Her whole body was convulsing. She was fucking his hand! "Ah!"

Another wave hit her and she groaned and grunted through it.

Stan

finally pulled his totally soaked hand from her crotch, turned, and

quickly put his things away, picked up his bag and left, without saying a

word.

Naria didn't know what to say either.

As

Stan walked out of the room Toby walked in. He was in a robe with

nothing underneath. He had seen the whole event and he was horny as

hell. He simply yanked off his robe, walked to the bed, pulled Naria's

panties off and impaled her with his cock.

"Yes!

God, yes! Oh my God, Toby. Fuck me!" Naria could probably be heard

outside but neither of them cared. Toby and Naria came twice each before

collapsing on the bed.

Neither

of them spoke much that evening. It would be a couple of days before

Stan came back, and Toby and Naria were both processing what had

happened. Naria finally brought it up.

"Hon,

we need to talk about my last massage. I can't get it out of my mind.

What are you thinking? Are you mad? Please say something!"

"Well, I'm not sure what to say, Naria. I keep thinking about it, too. Are you upset about it?"

"Well, not if you aren't. I mean, well, every time I do something else I get more turned on. Are you upset?"

"God,

no! I think I enjoyed it as much as you did, and that's saying a lot!

Besides, I'm also reaping the benefits. I get a good screwing every time

you try something new." Toby had a big grin on his face.

"Oh, good! I thought you were mad at me for letting Stan touch me like that."

"Not

at all, hon. It turned me on, too. You like showing your body to other

men, and I like watching you do it. And seeing how horny those men get.

But we do agree, no fucking. Don't we agree on that?"

"Of course, sweetie. No fucking. Agreed!"

The

month of therapy flew by quickly. By the last appointment Naria had

tried on her whole wardrobe of lingerie. Stan was now totally

comfortable with whatever she had on, and obliged her by giving a deep

massage, usually finished off by a satisfying orgasm. He was becoming

quite proficient in his massages and her leg was healing nicely. Naria

could walk with no pain and no limp.

Without

Naria knowing, Toby called Stan before the final appointment and made

some special arrangements. He then went to a lingerie shop and bought

some special pieces.

"Well, Naria, today is the last appointment for Stan. How do you feel?"

"Kind of relieved, kind of sad." Naria even looked sad, so Toby put his plan into action. He handed her a box.

"Naria, go put these on and get ready for your massage. And enjoy whatever Stan does. No questions asked!

Naria

couldn't believe her ears or her eyes! No way! In the box she found

some beautiful black silk panties. Crotchless! And the bra had holes

where the nipples fit!

"Toby! I can't wear these. Are you kidding me?"

"No,

sweetie, put them on, please." Naria quit arguing and put on the

garments. She felt naked but terribly excited. She laid on the bed,

waiting for Stan.

Stan

entered without speaking. He put his bag down, got out the oil and a

towel, and moved to the bed. Wow! Naria had never been so beautiful. He

couldn't believe Toby actually wanted him to massage his wife like this,

but who was he to argue.

Naria

was trembling with excitement. She had never been this exposed to

another man, and she was as horny as she'd ever been. But she was ready

for whatever Toby had planned.

Stan

poured the warm oil on his hands, rubbed them together, and began

massaging. Not one leg, but both! He stood at her feet and started

massaging her calves, then up both legs. He gave special attention to

her inner thighs, gradually spreading them as he worked his way up. Then

he stopped.

Naria

watched Stan move around the bed, pour more oil on his hands, and reach

for her breasts! What? When he touched them, her nipples sprang to

attention, sticking out like shooter marbles.

"Oh. God, that feels good. Hmm."

Stan

took his time caressing her breasts, especially twisting and pinching

the exposed nipples. Naria was getting close to an orgasm just from her

nipples. She had heard of nipple orgasms but never had one. As she got

closer, Stan stopped and moved down her stomach, away from the nipples.

"No!

Don't stop, please!" But Stan was already moving his hands down. He

poured more warm oil and worked her stomach muscles, circling,

caressing, pinching, massaging.

"Ah,

that feels so good, Stan!" Stan never spoke, just moved further down.

He moved back to her feet and suddenly opened her legs as wide as they

would go! Naria could feel her pussy open up, now totally naked!

"Oh

my! Stan." Stan still didn't speak. He moved up until she could feel

his rapid breathing on her pussy. Warm breath on her hot, wet cunt. A

chill ran through her.

With

that, Stan poured a final bit of oil on his hands and put both hands on

her inner thighs, right at her muff. With his thumbs, he began rubbing

Naria's clit, circling, up, down, pushing inside, around, until Naria

felt her innards explode!

"Ah,

Oh God, ah, oh, oh, uh! Oh gosh, oh my! Stan!" Naria was twisting her

own nipples harshly as she orgasmed, then just holding them. "Good God

almighty! Wow!" Naria smiled weakly at Stan, knowing she would remember

him forever.

When

she calmed down and lay still, Stan packed up his things, still without

a word. He leaned down, gave Naria a kiss on the forehead, and walked

out.

Toby and Naria began a collection of videos. Stan's would be some of their favorites.

By kodiakk for Literotica.

Her Dominant TherapistBunny sees a therapist after a brutal encounter.

Based on a post by Sirs Secret

After all, a problem shared is a problem halved.

Right?

It

took courage to book this appointment. Bunny couldn't bring herself to

tell her family or friends what happened that night. She should do this

properly.

The

therapist is older. Well-dressed and professional. He welcomes you in

with a wide smile and invites you to sit on the wide leather sofa.

The atmosphere is warm and comforting. Classical furniture. There was a pleasant smell in the air.

The

small talk begins. He takes his time and is polite. He can see that she

is nervous, and he's gentle with her. It's relaxing to have someone

treat her to some normalcy for a change.

He learns more about her and her background.

Finally someone who cares.

It's

not long before he asks more about her trauma. About that night. The

night she got drunk and took a shortcut. When she was followed, taken

and forced in that alley.

He

takes his time. Between questions, he studies her closely, carefully

examining her reactions. Encouraging her to divulge more.

He probes for more details. Her comfort begins to slip away.

"This is all part of the process." he assures, with that wide smile. "You can trust me, Bunny."

Despite her growing discomfort, and hesitation in answering, his questions become more direct.

He soothes her in between her answers, luring her into reliving the most distressing details.

"I know this must be difficult. You're doing so well."

"And have you talked to anyone else about this? No?"

"Bunny, You're being very brave coming here. Please continue."

"So you chose to take that route, despite having advice about the dangers?"

With every question, his pity seems to evaporate a little more.

His tone is changing too. He's more authoritarian. Sharper.

Especially now he's learning what really happened that night.

He continues to interrogate her, getting every last detail. There's less soothing. And more silence.

His eyes are drifting over her now. Judging her. Examining her like a piece of meat.

Why do you like this so much?

"Did you ever think that what you did was a bad idea?"

"And what were you wearing? Heels and a dress? Right... Show me please."

"Don't you think that choice may have attracted unwanted attention, Bunny?"

There's a sudden pause in his speech.

He rises. And drifts over to the couch where she sits, slowly placing himself next to her.

When he places his hands on her thighs, she freezes. He glides his hands up and around the inside of her legs.

He can see her fear.

He doesn't care.

He knows exactly what she is, and he's taking advantage of her.

Just like he did.

The questions continue even when he begins to openly grope her through her clothes. He's exploiting her vulnerability.

"Were you looking for attention from men perhaps?"

"And did he finish inside of you? Did you ever protest or try to stop him?"

"Did you enjoy the part where he hurt you?"

"And what did he call you? Did those words excite you? Be honest."

"How did that make you feel? Vulnerable? Weak? Do you enjoy those feelings, Bunny? Don't lie now."

He roughly parts her legs with his hands as he feels her like a piece of meat.

The word 'No' just can't seem to come out. He sees that she’s too pathetic to resist. She’s shaking.

How did it get this far?

Am I really this weak?

Is this just who I am now?

Why am I getting so wet?

Bunny’s resistance is pitiful when he pushes her on her back and starts to tear away her clothing. She can't stop him now.

Her mind is numb with fear. Her body limp. Her holes are soaking, betraying her again. They want... No. They need to be used.

Even as he roughly rams his cock inside and begins to use her, he demands more.

He wraps his hands around her throat while slamming into her, forcing her trauma out. His pace is primal. Almost hateful.

The rhythmic, perverse, wet sound of her violation softly echoes around the room.

As she is taken advantage of and used like a toy, he demands that she recite the details of the night she was raped.

"Yes, tell me about how much of a whore you were... good girl..."

"Oh but you loved it, didn't you?"

"I knew you were a daddy’s girl... That's okay little slut, he's gone. I'm daddy now."

"How many times did he fill you? I bet you love being claimed by a stranger didn't you? What a useful little cum-dump you are."

"That is what you wanted really isn't it, Bunny? To be used like a common whore?"

"You really are just a stupid little slut aren't you?"

"That's it... You're enjoying this aren't you my little trauma princess? Shush don't answer. We both know you are."

As

she moans desperately and mumbles the answers to his twisted questions,

she can't stop herself cumming on his cock, over and over again, while

being rutted like a mindless fuck-doll.

Maybe he's right. Maybe this is my purpose now.

Maybe Bunny is just a filthy cock-sleeve for men to use.

He suddenly thrusts hard, clasping his hands around her fragile abused throat while holding himself deep inside.

He growls and moans deeply as he releases deep inside of her, breeding her eager, abused cunt.

He withdraws slowly while insidiously stroking her hair. She’s soaked. He's filled her so deeply.

Wordlessly,

he returns to his desk and resumes his professional posture, callously

instructing her to sit up and get dressed. He's done using her now.

Bunny shakingly obeys his instructions, his warm seed leaking down her reddened legs.

As

he addresses her again, she tries to hide her shame, adjusting her

clothes, wiping away the mixture of running makeup and tears, setting

her hair straight.

She feels so...

Good?

He clears his throat.

"Yes... Definitely, lots more work is needed, I think."

"In

fact, I'm going to insist that you see me... weekly. Patient

confidentiality is of utmost importance to your full recovery, dear.

Let’s protect this therapeutic process. I’ll return your calls if you

have a crisis before our next appointment, but otherwise, just focus on

taking care of yourself and avoiding judgmental relationships."

"Don't worry. This will be completely confidential between us. It's the best way to treat your case."

He looks up casually.

"Now then... Same time next week?"

He doesn't wait for her answer. Bunny understands, this is not a request.

"Good girl."

To be continued, Based on a post by Sirs Secret for Literotica.