A big part of me feel beyond slutty for this. An even bigger part of me feels ‘alive’ and insanely horny to share this update that turned out to be an impressive 6 inches long and rather thick.

Part 3 is here, with backdating to P1 and P2 - https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1gmmmcn/i_f_wore_a_thong_and_asked_my_sports_therapist_m/

All I’ve thought about since my last massage was getting a naked rub down. Usually, it’s me messaging my therapist to arrange another, this time, he messaged me first. I can confirm, I saw him yesterday. I debated asking for a home visit. I chickened out.

I wore a pretty grey Calvin Klein matching set. Not that my bra stays on long. As he initially went to leave the room, I carried on talking to him as I undressed.

“You’ve seen everything anyway, no biggie.” Basically outlined he can keep his eyes on me.

I partially covered my boobs, knowing I had a nipple on show, as I laid on my front.

“Can I ask you, genuinely, have you ever done what we did last time?” I HAD to ask.

He said no. Jokingly saying things like, “if only every client was as ‘open’ as you.” I noticed little hints on ‘open’, talking about relationships and how we aren’t meant to be with one person. Then, out of nowhere, he said he’s dating somebody new.

I literally rested on my elbows, propping up, as he was massaging my back. I thought he was still with his long-term partner.

“And you didn’t tell me this last time?” I quizzed.

Quite frankly, I saw an opportunity. I had to ask, “so you guys are going strong? Like, you must’ve had her in here too.”

He joked he was only a few dates in. They hadn’t had sex, although she’d given him head. I HAD to chime in with, “it must be nice to meet a woman who just LOVES giving head and is a pro at it. Believe me, we practise. We mean business and we know what we’re doing.”

A little silence, and then I filled it with, “she’s gave the best blowjob you ever had, right?”

He changed the subject. I felt it was intentional and very clever. All in all, I got the impression they weren’t serious, and he said he’ll see where things go, but isn’t sure if it’ll materialise. I could’ve focussed on why he wasn’t with his wife anymore.

I told him that a guy with hands as good as him MUST find his equal. Like, a woman who knows what to do with hers, even if they’re petite.

“Do you get massages too?” I was now giddy and hyper. I must’ve come across goofy. I was also so fucking wet.

We weren’t even half-way through, and I went for it, asking if he’d like a massage. After a few minutes or back and forth, I came out with, “just lay on your back and I’ll return the favour.”

“The favour?!” He was laughing big time, a little red and I sensed very horny. I looked at his black shorts.

“Do you wear black shorts, rather than grey, to hide your boner?” I smirked.

Still laughing, he said he got busted. I licked my lips, looking at it, looking back at him after.

“On your back.” Resulted in me standing up, merely in my CK thong, and I ushered him onto the bed. He took his shirt off and I ended up getting a huge amount of massage oil. His advice was that I should wash a bit off and that I was clearly an amateur.

Okay, this next level flirting was just so… Ugh. You know? Natural.

I told him I’d SHOW him I’m a pro.

I stood behind him, massaging his shoulders, chest, all while my boobs were all over his face.

“Tongues are welcome.” Meant that my nips ended up getting sucked. I could now not focus one bit. I was holding back, trying to build up the tension, and things went out of the window quickly.

I found myself rotating around, in the meantime, showing him how wet I was. I hooked my thumbs around my thong trim and pulled it down. It was literally stuck to my pussy for a second or two. This was when he started massaging his crotch.

I told him no – hands by his side.

I began to pull his shorts down, with him asking if I was sure. I nodded and couldn’t take my eyes off it. It flung out. Probably 6 inches long, fucking mouthwateringly thick, and well-groomed as a bonus. I saw glistening pre cum. It took everything in me NOT to wrap my lips around it.

“It’s fucking beautiful.” Were the words that felt right leaving my mouth.

I caressed his balls a little, standing at the side of the bed. I’m 5”3 so I didn’t have to squat down or anything. I used my right hand (my hands are kinda petite too) and slowlyyyyy jerked him off, rotating a little at the top with some extra grip.

I had him practically fucking my hand within a minute. Sexual tension was unbelievably high. His moaning drove me wild. I LOVE that despite us never having done something before, he felt comfortable to let loose and moan. My clit was literally throbbing for playtime.

I leaned in closer towards him. I looked at him, asking, “I wonder if I’ll outdo her?”

As he went to speak, I planted a sloppy kiss on his head, looking into his eyes. They massively opened. He couldn’t finish his sentence. I started to plant more kisses, sucking his dick and licking along his shaft. It was a real handful – very thick and had a slight curve.

My hand and mouth got into a rhythm together, and typically, I can usually make a guy finish within 5 minutes. If they last longer, it’s because I wanted them to.

I wanted to speak with my actions. I kept quiet. I wanted to deep throat him, but tbh, he was a little too thick. I drooled over it, combined with the flow of pre cum, the end result wasn’t far away. Licking the back of his head as my hand worked hard, his body was getting tight.

I didn’t even want to ask him to tell me when he’s close. In my mind, I’m like, “stay composed. Go with it.”

He moaned SO loudly that he was really close. I carried on. I knew in these few seconds that he’d be contemplating pulling out and cumming over my tits, almost to be polite, not to assume I’d take it in my mouth.

His cum filled my mouth. Literally erupting. It felt like the biggest load ever. After several gulps, I had him shaking on the bed. HIS massage bed. When he finally stopped cumming, I went up for air as my heart raced.

Little did we know, that we were about to overrun. He panicked, telling me he had another client, joking that they’d “know” we got up to no good in here.

I quickly got my clothes on, told him I’d arrange another in the next fortnight and left. Directly outside, was a sofa where his next client was sat. I smiled at her, as she looked at me like, “you’re the reason he’s late.”

Oops.