LOGINRyder’s P.O.V.It’s Monday, I called June into my office and closed the door.“June, I’ve been worried about you all weekend since you fell over in the stairwell and hurt your knee. Because I rang someone to see you urgently on Friday after work, and I am paying the bill, I want to make sure you got the treatment you deserve,” I say quietly.She tells me it went well, that the old man was surprised someone her age turned up in a teeny tight mini skirt, and that he spent about an hour and a half looking at her knee.“More than an hour for your knee?” I ask, surprised. She explains he was very thorough with lots of leg stretches.I look at her carefully. “Look, June, quite confidentially, I am considering whether to give you a very substantial pay rise as your work has been good, but I must insist that I am sure no one out there is taking advantage of you just because you are a beautiful young lady still in her teens.”She assures me no one is taking advantage of her and that she trust
He doesn’t waste time following the instructions. “So this is what he did?”“Yes sir, but a lot more. Now hold each leg up high and swing the leg around in a circular manner. You must keep doing this for at least ten minutes if you want to be exact with the old man on level 15.” He complies, but hardly ever takes his eyes off my revealing thighs. As he continued all the movements done by the old therapist, I saw the glint in his eyes and I knew he was enjoying this fact-finding mission. Uh oh, I think in horror, all this stretching and moving me about is making my G-string pants start to slip between my pussy lips. I should have known being one size too small might have its problems.“Show me what he did next,” he booms, now getting the hang of it. I rolled onto my side telling him he must now lift my legs up high without bending them and hold them there for a minute. He gawks greedily as these multiple stretching movements finally pull my flimsy G-string cover completely into the c
June’s P.O.V.It’s Monday, and I was back at work. My boss called me into his office and closed the door.“June, I’ve been worried about you all weekend since you fell over in the stairwell and hurt your knee. Because I rang someone to see you urgently on Friday after work, and I am paying the bill, I want to make sure you got the treatment you deserve,” he says quietly.“It went well, sir. The old man there was a bit surprised that someone my age turned up in a teeny tight mini skirt when everyone was going home for the weekend on his floor,” I replied candidly. “He did spend about an hour and a half looking at my knee.”He looks up, surprised. “More than an hour for your knee?” “Well, he was very thorough as it involved lots of leg stretches and that sort of thing.”“Look, June, quite confidentially, I am considering whether to give you a very substantial pay rise as your work has been good, but I must insist that I am sure no one out there is taking advantage of you just because y
I feel him moving my long legs wider apart and lifting each leg up high and outwards, then holding both legs and moving them up, out and around. My pussy lips become firmer and start opening and closing with the pressure. He keeps doing this for some time.“Okay, that’s good, June,” he says, “now turn over on your back while I massage this special healing oil into your knees. To get the best results, I must massage it towards your heart by going to the very top of your legs.”I notice he only slides his palms along my inner thighs, but I feel the heat working already. “Ooh, I think it’s already working as that feels oh, really penetrating,” I sing.“Best we slip you out of your skirt, young lady, so we don’t get it soiled,” he says. I helped him pull it down and over my feet to the floor. Lying on my back again, I am now virtually naked. The only clothing left is my tiny G-string resting on one side of my fat pussy. I look helplessly at his eyes, getting an uninterrupted full-frontal
This story is Pure Fantasy, it never happened. I do not believe in Violence Towards Women or the Sexual Abuse of a Child of any age, consenting or not!*******June’s P.O.V.I’m June, eighteen, and I don’t mind being thought of as a prick-teaser by the other women in the big-city office where I work nine to five. After all, I take after my mother, a vivacious siren now fifty, right down to my long jet-black hair.Like her, I ooze sexiness. I’m fastidiously clean and treat my lithe body as a prize from God. Tight buttocks, curves in all the right places, and I keep my pussy scrupulously free of hair with daily creams so it’s smooth as satin. I dream that one day I’ll be a first-class photographic model if only the right shutterbug discovers me.I’m Latino, six months off my nineteenth birthday, and I attract more than casual glances wherever I go in my provocative mini-skirts, my long slender olive-complexion legs, and my 38-inch firm boobs with slightly upturned big puffy nipples two
My mind races with possibilities: Maybe my new Daddy would share me too, or record me, or decide I wasn’t good enough after all. A soft whimper escapes me as I search for Ted’s face, my expression a mixture of desperate hope and fearful anticipation. My neglected cock gives a weak twitch against my sticky stomach, still oversensitive from my earlier release.“I… I’ll do anything,” I blurt out suddenly, my voice cracking. “Please don’t… don’t make me go back to…” I trail off, unable to finish the thought about my previous “Daddy.” Fresh tears spill over as I press my face against Ted’s chest, trembling violently. “Want to be yours… only yours…” I mumble into the fabric, the admission coming out muffled and broken.“That’s what the ‘but’ was about, princess. I won’t share you with another Daddy. If you want to be mine, you have to really be mine.”My breath hitches sharply, my tear-filled eyes widening with a mix of hope and disbelief. I pull back slightly to search for his face, trembl







