The Black Physiotherapist

This account is simple to describe! I've been thinking about it several times! I used to do osteopathy sessions. And my osteopath was a fucking man with a black cinnamon skin and a half tall. I used to get wet every time I was gonna do the session. I confess I have an absurd crush on black men with clear eyes. The contrast of skin color with that of the eyes makes me hypnotized. But that's not all I was messing with. I'm not very fixated on this ideal kind of thing, I'm attracted to the way a person looks at me, the touch, the smell, the attitudes... And my dear osteopath has something that breaks me: footprint. I like to have a reasonably healthy life and have been addicted to sex since I was 14. For those who don't know me, my name is Gabriela, I'm 32 years old, 6'6", 55 kg, I'm white with light brown eyes, blonde hair, tattooed, very big breasts, a puffy and tasty butt and I love sex in any circumstance, place or need. Every Tuesday I was there, religiously. He'd come to his office, talk about the pain and start stretching. It wasn't an elongation we do before we play sports. I was relaxed (first standing and then lying down), concentrated on breathing and he drove the stretching. I pulled and pulled all my muscles, I looked like a real cloth doll. For that, obviously, he needed to touch me, or even get closer to me, especially when he had neck pain (almost always). For this he would lay me on my stomach on a low gurney (perhaps 50 cm from the ground) and sit on a bench next to my head. He leaned over me by pulling my neck, while I watched those eyes, so close to mine... the worst thing was to do the breathing exercise when what I really needed was to breathe. After stretching, he'd snap all the joints in my spine. It took strength and great skill. Depending on the location, he would position me differently and suspend me, push me, stretch me... I felt those strong arms involving me and manipulating my body. I was imagining all the other positions I'd like him to put on. At the end of the session I would leave without pain, but with another anguish, an uncanny horny. Every week it was repeated and the horny just got bigger. It got to the point where I left his office running to the bathroom to masturbate, because I couldn't wait to get home. I thought for a long time it was a one-sided thing, but gradually I realized that my eyes were matched, which always made me blush, and he realized (and the exercise of breathing? That's it!) Sometimes he'd give a singing smile, discreetly malicious, sometimes not. He's a super serious, introspective guy, the military stereotype (he's an army physical therapist). And I realized that gradually he started to bring it up, we talked about trivialities and we laughed a lot. I didn't know he realized how I felt, until one day he says to me: – Funny, in some exercises your pulse speeds up a lot and you lose your breath. – And what's so funny about that? – Which doesn't match your most painful points... I felt like I was caught in the act. If my pulse was altered, it felt like my heart was coming out of my mouth. I was so flushed I felt my face burn. And he looked at me seriously, without drawing any reaction. That made me even more nervous! This all happened while he twisted my hip to the side and shoulder to the other. I didn't even have the option to bow my head or run away. He let me go slowly and asked me to get up. Anyway, the session was almost over. I stood up and went to stretch the lumbar. That move people try to touch their toes. As I am somewhat flexible, I supported my palms on the ground and “walked” back and forth. To ensure my balance, I was firmly holding my hip behind me. When I got up, I spent a little bit and he held me, but I ran into him. I felt his dick really hard on my ass. I couldn't disguise the surprise and looked at it at the time (should have a giant question mark on my forehead). He just paid me back the discreet dirty guy he always asked if he had a problem with. I was so surprised that I could not say anything, and with this he understood as “who shuts up, consents”. He pulled me against his body and kept looking at me. I, as submissive as in your sessions, kept standing there, just seeing those eyes... He grabbed me. I finally felt that firm touch just the way I wanted it. He wasn't looking for any more tension points, he was passing his hand all over my body while kissing me. An intense, delicious kiss. He went through the back of my head and pulled my hair back. Still holding my hair, he was headed for my breasts. He just left to rip off my top. Then he took off his lab coat and his social shirt. I confess I didn't expect him to have such a good body. He'd suck my tits and grab my ass firmly. I was already moaning, all melted. He took off my pants and my panties, went down and started sucking on me. It seemed like he knew he was already holding his leg tight when he put one of my thighs on his shoulder. The more he got up, my leg suspended and he sucked deeper. I went crazy with that tongue triggering my pussy and ended up coming in his mouth. He stood up and looked at me with his face all grumpy and asked if I was ready. I said yes, even without knowing exactly what he was talking about. He took off his pants and his underwear and laid on the gurney. I was already heading towards that dick when he said it was to sit on his face. At that moment I understood why so much breathing exercise! We made a delicious 69. His dick was a big, thick suck-up. I'd rub my tongue all over it, suck with affection, while jerking off in my mouth. I really love to suck, just remembering I get my mouth full of water. I could feel that dick grow up and get harder in my mouth, a boner! Meanwhile, he drove me crazy. Suck my ass, suck my pussy. The same thing he did with his fingers was so much pleasure that he could barely understand what he was doing. Then he stood up towards me, turned his back and made me lean on his desk. I stood there while he brushed my ass and my pussy with the head of his big, thick, big head. I went crazy, the urge to know where he was going was eating me up. He finally broke my anguish and put it all over my pussy. It barely gave me time to breathe and put it in fast and strong. He'd growl like a crazy woman and beg him to do it any more. The more I asked, the more he shoved it up my ass and called me a whore. The son of a bitch gave me a delicious orgasm and I went crazy to get back at him. I got up, almost out of strength and made him lie back on the gurney. I sat on his dick on his back, so as he rode, he would grab and beat my ass, having the delicious view of my tattoos and blinking ass. Just messing around, taking it out and putting it inside me slowly. I felt his agony and I was more angry. I'd brush my ass and sit with my pussy again. When he was surrendering, I speeded up, and when I saw him, he was jumping fiercely. I could feel his bag coming in so hard it was. This time the bastard gave me a multiple! But I didn't give up, in these firm, strong stabs, I looked right at him, still on my back, and I fit my greedy, thirsty ass hard. I love anal sex, and I'm excited I didn't even bother with his surprise. You must have. ...a blonde like that, who likes to fuck with real ass!!! I couldn't stand it when he said he wanted to come on my tits. I raised her up, I made her Spanish, squeezed her dick between my breasts and licked her head whenever she came within reach. With a man like that I couldn't waste a drop, so he came so much that he meted my face and filled my mouth with milk. We were exhausted from that intense, gasping, sweaty fuck. He looks at me with that face and says: Now I'm gonna have to put your lumbar back back in place again! I hope you enjoyed it too! Gabi kisses!