The Secret Massage

I was lying on the table in the dimly lit massage room of the hospital wing when the door clicked softly. The muted lamp cast a glow over the smooth skin of her arms. Nurse Anna—the one who'd been handling my post-op sessions all week—stepped in and locked eyes with me immediately. There was something burning in her gaze she'd been hiding all this time: a hungry, brazen craving.

"Just lie still, Max," she whispered, but her voice trembled. Her fingers already brushed across my thighs, like it was an accident. "Tonight's going to be a special massage… I've been dreaming about this for so long."

She didn't wait for an answer. Oil poured in a cold trickle down my back, but her palms were scorching. Anna leaned in close, and I felt her tits press against my shoulder blade. Her scent—sweet, feminine, with a sharp edge of arousal—hit me like a shot.

"You don't mind if I… play a little, do you?" she asked right into my ear, her breath searing my skin. "I want to make you soft. Really soft."

"Anna… what do you mean?" I breathed out, already feeling my cock stiffen beneath the sheet.

"I want to feminize you, baby. Right here. Make you my obedient little girl for the next hour. Will you let me?"

Her words hit me like a jolt. I nodded, powerless to refuse. The hunger in her eyes was too strong, and the fantasies I'd buried for years suddenly clawed their way to the surface.

Anna smiled like a predator and yanked the sheet off in one motion. My already hard cock was on full display. She ran her fingers along the shaft, slicking it with oil.

"Look how pretty it is… But tonight, it's just a toy. Your real self is back here," she said, slapping my ass and spreading my cheeks with her palms. "Lie still and breathe. I'll be gentle… at first."

Her oil-slicked finger touched my hole. I flinched. Anna leaned down and licked me right there—hot, wet tongue pressing in.

"Oh, fuck…" escaped my lips.

"Quiet, my good girl," she laughed. "Relax that ass. I want you to feel what it's like to be taken."

Anna's tongue worked with confidence: circling my rim, then pushing inside until I was moaning into the pillow. Her other hand stroked my cock—slow, teasing, never letting me finish.

"You're already so wet… like a real slut," she murmured between kisses on my ass. "Tell me what your name is tonight."

"Anna…" I gasped, surrendering completely.

"Good girl." She kissed my lower back and stood up. I heard her open a drawer. A second later, cold silicone touched my entrance.

"This is your first plug, sweetheart. Bought it just for you. Pink, with a little tail. Want to feel full?"

"Yes… please," I whispered, arching my back.

Anna pushed the plug in slowly but relentlessly. I felt my sphincter stretch, then that sweet fullness inside. The tail settled softly between my cheeks. She slapped my ass, and the plug pushed deeper.

"Now turn over. I want to see your face while I fuck you."

I rolled onto my back. My cock was rock hard, the head glistening with precum. Anna shrugged off her uniform. Underneath was just lace—black panties and a bra barely containing her full tits. She peeled off the panties and tossed them onto my face. The smell of her wet pussy hit my nostrils like a drug.

"Breathe that in while I work," she ordered, cocky as hell.

Anna straddled me, but not to ride my cock. Instead, she grabbed a strap-on from her bag—thick, realistic, and already slicked with oil. She strapped it on and lubed it up. The plug inside me pulsed with my heartbeat.

"Watch how I take you, my femboy," she said, pressing the head of the strap-on against my already stretched hole. She yanked the plug out fast, and I groaned at the sudden emptiness.

The next second, she sank into me with one long thrust. I arched off the table, gripping the edges.

"Oh, fuck, Anna… it's so thick…"

"Take it, pretty girl. Your pussy needs to get used to a real cock," she said, starting to move—slow at first, then faster. Her tits bounced with every thrust, nipples hard and dark. "Touch yourself. Stroke that little clit while I fuck your ass."

I wrapped my hand around my cock and jerked in rhythm with her strokes. Every slam of the strap-on made me moan louder. Oil squelched, the table creaked, and the room filled with the smell of sweat and raw need.

"Louder—I want to hear you whimper like a girl," she demanded, picking up speed. "Tell me you're my little slut."

"I'm… your little slut, Anna… Fuck me harder!"

She leaned down and kissed me—hungry, almost rough. Her tongue invaded my mouth while the strap-on hammered my ass. I felt an orgasm building—strange, deep, rising from somewhere inside.

"I'm gonna… cum…" I groaned.

"Cum, girl. Cum from getting fucked in the ass," she whispered against my lips.

My cock twitched, and thick ropes of cum splattered across my stomach and chest. At that exact moment, Anna drove in deepest and froze, trembling herself—she was coming too, the strap-on grinding against her clit doing its work.

We both gasped for air. She slowly pulled out, leaving me empty and shaking. Then she leaned down and licked my cum off my belly in one long, slow stroke.

"Next time, we're putting you in stockings," she grinned, kissing my wet lips. "And painting those lips pretty. You want more, my new girl?"

"Yes…" I breathed, still trembling. "I want it. So bad."

"Then come back for your massage in two days. I've already got panties picked out for you."