I met Angela my first year of college.

She’d been assigned as my physical therapist after I busted my leg playing lacrosse.

When I entered the office for my first appointment, Angela was bent over the filing cabinet. A black lace thong peeked from of the top of her pants. Her long, dark hair was swept back into a ponytail. She must have sensed me staring, because she glanced back in my direction and let a smile escape her lips.

I was young, inexperienced, and dying for pussy, which made every appointment with Angela a tug-of-war between my brain and my dick. Even in her uniform, it was obvious that Angela’s body was flawless. This was confirmed every time she performed leg stretches on me. I laid face-up on a floor mat while she balanced on her knee, one hand firmly around my thigh and the other extending my calf muscle toward her shoulder. With every stretch, I could feel her tits against my lower leg. My dick was losing the war.

“Your chart says you’ve been prescribed medical marijuana,” Angela said one afternoon as she worked on my injured leg.

“Yeah, it really helps with the pain,” I replied. “Being stoned is a plus.”

“You know, you’re my last patient of the day.” She let out a sly grin. “When our appointment ends, I’ll be locking the front door.”

Was this a setup? I knew she wouldn’t come right out and ask to smoke with me. I took her bait and went for it. “I usually smoke a joint in the parking lot before heading home,” I said. “You’re welcome to join me.”

I could feel the weight of her body pushing me down into the mat.

“You cannot tell a soul,” she whispered. “I would be fired in a second.”

Her cleavage was staring me down like it wanted to fight. I could feel my dick getting harder and harder. My cock waved an imaginary surrender flag as it rose and tented the loose material of my sweatpants. There was no hiding my boner. I clenched, expecting her to recoil in disgust at my erection.

Instead, Angela lowered my leg, placed her hand on my stiffening cock, and started to massage it. I was in disbelief. Then she pulled my sneakers off and lowered my pants.

“I want to see you touch that cock,” she said.

Without hesitation, I licked my hand and began stroking. A wicked smile stretched across her face as she pulled her top over her head and popped open the front clasp of her bra with one hand. I secretly congratulated myself as her perfect tits spilled out. Angela kicked her shoes off and wiggled out of her uniform.

“Don’t move," she instructed, crawling toward my head. I felt drunk from the scent of her pussy as she lowered herself over my mouth and sat on my face. I had little idea what I was doing, but went for it immediately. I slowly ran my tongue between her pussy lips. She was entirely warm and swollen. I wanted to suck up every drop of her.

“Keep going, aim your tongue higher,” she guided. I followed her instruction and moved higher, lapping her up like a thirsty dog. I varied my speed, circling the tip of my tongue over her clit. I knew I found the right spot when she began to moan. She grabbed my right hand and stuck three fingers in her mouth.

“Now, I want you to stick two fingers in my pussy and one in my ass, but keep that tongue moving,” she commanded. “Whatever you do, don’t stop.”

I obeyed, grateful for the direction. As I slid my fingers in and out of her pussy, her thighs began to quiver and her moans elevated to a scream as she convulsed around my hand. I could feel her orgasm shudder down through my arms.

“You’re a quick study,” Angela said before grabbing my hand and sticking it back into her mouth. She looked me dead in the eyes as she licked my fingers clean. Then she climbed off my face and lowered herself directly onto my cock and leaned forward to kiss me. I cupped her tits and flicked one of her nipples with my tongue. She moaned again, and my dick was about to unleash holy hell. Her pussy had a death grip on me.

“You’re dying to come in me, aren’t you?" she urged, caressing my face. “Go ahead. I want you to.”

My heart pounded as I let go, blasting everything out of me and deep inside of her. I was dizzy and come-drunk. She brushed the hair from my eyes as we both tried to catch our breath.

“Want to get high and make out in your car?” she asked.

Fuck yes.

My leg healed a long time ago and I’m back to tearing it up on the lacrosse field, but I still go to physical therapy. You know… for safety reasons.

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