Chapter 3
Stephanie stood and followed Brock from the room, taking in how his tight posterior looked in his jeans. She stood there quite intoxicated and didn’t even realize that he was stripping in front of her. When those jeans started to slide down over his bare ass, her eyes went wide. She looked at him like he was doing something that was naughty and unexpected.
“I’m sure that I don’t have anything that you haven’t seen before. I figure that it would be best to get undressed to show you what you are dealing with. I hope that you can help, but I’m not all that convinced that you can.” Brock had his back towards her and with an obvious glint of mischievousness, he turned and let her see the Full Monty. “We are both adults and we can conduct ourselves with a modicum of respect for one another, right?” Brock didn’t have to do anything. He could see from looking into her eyes that she was pretty much powerless and underneath his spell.
“Yes, of course. I’m sure that we can work something out.” Stephanie couldn’t take her eyes off of the prize. It was over 8 inches and had the thickness of a long-neck beer bottle.
“I know that he’s doing this on purpose. I also know that I can’t help looking at him like a dish. He’s what all men should strive to be like. He has a way of looking at me that makes me want to strip down and join him in my birthday suit.”
“Just tell me where you want me and that is exactly what you will get.” He was standing there in profile, unashamed, with his cock bobbing up and down like it had a mind of its own. He wanted her to look at it and was not disappointed by the obvious enchantment in her eyes. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
Stephanie had to shake herself from wanting to jump him right there and right then. Instead, she got him to lie down on the table. The only thing that wasn’t laying down was the one object that she wanted to get her hands on.
She took out the necessary implements and was quite pleased by how his eyes seemed to show a bit of shock seeing how long those needles really were.
For 3 hours, she played with his knee, massaging it and using those needles along with pressure points to relieve him of some of the pain that he was in. She could feel the tenderness of his skin and she believed that maybe the pain that he was feeling was a phantom pain from a previous injury.
“I’m not saying that doesn’t feel good, but I would be remiss if I didn’t tell you how good.” He once again flexed that piece of pipe and let her see how aroused he was by having her hands on him. “I’m sure that you’ve seen this reaction before, doctor. It can’t be that uncommon for a male patient to get excited around somebody like you. I would never suggest that you do anything about my current condition. It would be wrong … so very wrong of us to do anything that your father is against.” His knee did feel pretty good, but he was sure that most of that was the pain swimming up current against a certain pleasurable release of endorphins.
Stephanie licked her lips. She was sure that it wouldn’t be long before she was sucking that nice, long object. Touching him and feeling those muscles had only made it that much more difficult to keep her hands, and the rest of her body, to herself.
“I want him: a perfect piece of forbidden fruit.”
In that moment, Stephanie had made her decision. She went over to the door and made sure that it was locked and the blinds drawn.
“Normally, I would think that you were doing that because you wanted to get busy with me.” He ran his hands over his short-cropped, dark hair and flashed her a smile that always made women want to drop their panties.
“I’m getting the feeling that you’re trying to seduce me, Brock. Where have your morals gone? My father asked you not to do anything with me and you promised that was the furthest thing from your mind. Was that all a lie, or am I that irresistible?”
Brock’s eyes met hers. “There is a small part of me that doesn’t want to ruin anything with your father. He is my coach, after all, but there is another, bigger part of me that has a mind of its own.” Brock could see that his condition wasn’t diminishing and that he would either have to convince her to give him some sort of relief or do it himself. His temperature had risen and he had a fever that was induced by the available, young woman that was standing right in front of him. He had nothing to hide and everything about him was now laid bare for her to see in vivid color. “I don’t know if I can be the one to cross that line, Stephanie. Believe me, it’s very hard, and I’m definitely using that as a euphemism.”
Stephanie used his reaction to determine the next course of treatment. The pain threshold of this man was amazing. He grimaced, but he had taken practically everything that she had dished out. She did notice that there was a certain quadrant on his knee that made him feel more than a little discomfort. She circled the spot with red ink and knew that she was going to have to concentrate her efforts right there.
“You’re not making it easier for me by lying there completely naked. I don’t know if I can remain professional for very much longer. With that being said, I do need to tell you that this injury is quite severe. I can, in theory, get you ready for the weekend, but after that you’ll have to continually take my treatment. When the season ends, we can move into a possible surgical solution. I’m not one that usually suggests such a thing, unless I feel that it’s absolutely necessary.”
“I’m watching my fingers as they creep up the inside of his leg and the way that his cock jerks from the feeling of me getting closer. He has such a magnificent steed and I feel like I need to saddle up and ride it all the way into the sunset.”
Brock shuddered. “I really don’t want to hear about any kind of surgery. Going under the knife is not an option.” He had seen too many that had gone underneath the knife for similar procedures that were never quite the same again. They barely had five years on their career before they hung up and retired from whatever athletic endeavor that they had decided to pursue. “I don’t want to be a second thought. I want to be that star that every kid wants to emulate.” Brock felt her fingers getting closer, until they were grazing his nuts. Her warm hands caused him to almost trip over his own tongue.
“I can’t let you leave here like this. It will be obvious to anybody that is looking that I was not exactly innocent. We need to take care of your problem.” Stephanie looked around for something and then she spied a sink with hand soap. She went over and squirted some into her hand. She walked back while rubbing it around, so that the greasy concoction had now coated her digits. “This is not my first time doing something like this. Let’s just say that there were too many young men that had eager hands. I had to do something, and believe me, I became quite proficient at giving them pleasure without having to lose my innocence.”
Stephanie watched the look on Brock’s face change from one of anticipation to one of pleasure. Wrapping her hand around him, she began to stroke him, feeling the length and watching the product of his arousal pouring form the top. It was a beautiful sight, and she was ready to continue pushing the envelope.
Brock pushed himself up onto his elbows, ensuring he could watch her work her magic. Stephanie knew he was wanting her to use her mouth, but that was going to wait.
“I’ve never had a girl do this to me before.” Stephanie could hear the breathiness in his words. “I can’t even begin to describe to you how much I want to shoot all over myself. Your hand will be dripping and I’m hoping that you’re going to suck it into your mouth.” Talking like this was not helping his condition. That vein along the back was pumping and his nuts had drawn up, so that he was vividly aware that this was the moment of truth.
Stephanie smirked at him. “I want you to slow things down, Brock. Show me that you have a bit more respect for me than blowing off after a few minutes. I don’t think that you are giving yourself enough credit. Hold back, and don’t let me ruin this moment by getting you there too soon. I’m not going to stop, and it’s going to be up to you to figure this out on your own.”
“I don’t know if I can do … AHHHH … what you’re asking of me, Stephanie. I’m afraid that I’m not going to be able to last for as long as you want me to. I didn’t think that there was going to be a payoff, but now that I see that you’re willing, I’m practically at the boiling point already.” His hips were coming up off the table and he could feel the way that her fingers were moving forward over the sensitive head and igniting a fire down below that was going to rage out of control. “I hope to god that nobody else comes in here anytime soon. Please. Please tell me that you will allow me to cum.”
“You better stop making that face, or it will freeze that way. If you really want me to get you off, then you need to do something for me.” Stephanie knew he would think she was asking for something in return, and she was delighted at the thought of surprising him. “Get your mind out of the gutter. I need to monitor your condition. I believe a house call is in order. I’m going to be stopping by with some equipment later tonight and I expect you to follow my orders to the letter.” Letting him know she meant business, she grabbed his balls and gave a squeeze—not enough to truly hurt him, but enough pain to make him understand that she was in control.
“Whatever you want … whatever you want and it’s all yours. By all means, come by later tonight and maybe I will have … oh my god … a glass of wine ready for you.” He was trying to be charismatic and charming, but it was hard when his cock was ballooning so that it looked like it was going to explode in her hands.
“I’m glad that you see things my way. I believe that you need a little time to cool off. I’m telling you that I don’t want you to do anything to ruin this moment. Lie there and breathe deeply, and let me please you until you can’t take it anymore.”
Stephanie could see that he wasn’t trying to rush things, but try or not, he was on the cusp of orgasm. One more stroke and it would have been over. But that wasn’t what she wanted; she wanted to prolong the act. It was too delicious, and something about having him in the palm of her hand made her feel a level of power that was like taking an aphrodisiac.
As her movement ceased, Brock released a frustrated breath. “I can’t believe that you would be this cruel. I hope that you’re not planning to leave me with a case of blue balls. Walking around with a perpetual hard on all day is not going to look very good in your father’s eyes. He might assume that I tried something with you. We don’t want him to think that; this team will be lost without me.” Brock was full of himself, but he knew what exactly he brought to the table. He’d had several colleges coming to him on bended knee, but Stephanie’s father was the one that convinced him that this was the place to be.
“Are you a man or mouse? Stay quiet, close your eyes and let it happen naturally. I want you to begin by flexing that internal muscle over and over again. Don’t stop. I think that you’ll be surprised by the results.”
“I’ve always wanted to try this and having him that close is the best way to feed on the orgasm that is simmering right there on the surface. His cock is flexing and I can tell that this is not going to take very long.”
Stephanie decided at the last minute to strike a match to the gasoline. She put her hands on his chest and tweaked his nipples, making him cry out.
“I’m cumming. I can’t believe I’m cumming like this. AHHHHHHH.” Brock opened his eyes and saw Stephanie smiling. The back of her hand was covered in his stuff. He continued to shoot what was left inside, until he was lying back with an air of contentment. He had to glance at the mess he made, but rather than looking at his work, he noticed that the door was wide open.
Stephanie was walking down the hallway with her doctor’s bag and a big smile on her face that she’d never experienced before.