“Hi there, Alexander,” he said, extending his hand.“Actually it’s...”“I know, Alexandra. You’ve been coming here for, what, six years? Seven? I heard my assistant was making a fool of himself. I couldn’t resist. Sorry,” he grinned. There was something vaguely menacing behind his smile. Not that he seemed threatening or dangerous, but mischievous.“So, what seems to be the trouble?” He sat and rolled back and forth on his little stool. “Here, please relax while you explain what brings you in today. Remember, I’m your doctor. Try not to be embarrassed about whatever it is that’s troubling you.”He gave me a hand to balance on as I climbed up and sat on the table. Butcher paper crinkled.“Well, it’s a little embarrassing I guess,” I began, “but basically my husband and I – well, our sex life has dried up. I think there must be something wrong with me.”“I see,” he replied, “how did you come to this conclusion?” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and penetrated me with his deep sta
“Doctor Blumfield, I don’t...”“I’m your doctor. We have to be frank. Otherwise, what’s the point?”I gulped. Hard. Oh holy shit is Walter ever going to be pissed.“When’s the last time he really fucked you? I mean rammed you so hard this pretty little pussy turned red? Slam-fucked you so hard you couldn’t walk?”Feeling myself blush, I gasped. “Doctor! I don’t know what that has to do with anything!”“Yes you do,” he shot back, “you know exactly what I’m talking about. You know there’s nothing wrong. You knew it when you felt this juice run down between your legs. The only thing wrong with you is that you need a man to take care of you. To make you feel special. Does that sound about right?”There was no way I could just agree with him, even though I knew he was right.“If he can’t do it for you, you need someone who can. I know what you’re thinking, Alex. You’re thinking how good it would feel to have me between your legs. You’re imagining what a real man’s cock feels like, aren’t y
“Not like,” I swallowed, and took a long, deep breath, “Not like you.”As those words escaped my lips, Dr. Blumfield pushed a third finger inside my pussy to join the other two and ran his thumb hard over my button. “Not like me? What about him is not like me?” Pushing his fingers deeper, grinding my clit back and forth underneath the pad of his thumb, the doctor put a little pressure on my asshole with the tip of his last finger. The instant before it slipped past my ring, I felt an intense, wonderful yearning.“Pl-please push it deeper, Doctor Blumfield,” I begged, “I’ve never felt anything like this before. Please.”He pulled away. “Not until you answer me. You answer and I’ll do what you ask. Now tell me, what is it about me that you wish Walter had?”“He’s – Walter, he’s kind and gentle and decent most of the time. But, he just,” I paused and took a breath. Dr. Blumfield put just a tiny bit of pressure on my aching little nib. Then he stopped and stared. “Well, he’s tired all the
He stretched the first hose out, wrapped it around his fist and squeezed hard. When I first felt Dr. Blumfield wrap the powdered rubber around my wrist, I almost screamed – just like his burning eyes and calm insistence, the restraint made me feel vaguely uncomfortable, but the discomfort actually excited me. My thoughts turned momentarily to Walter, no doubt sitting in the car outside, listening to his talk radio, and probably checking his watch every thirty seconds. Maybe quietly cursing me under his breath. Maybe not so quietly cursing me.I didn’t care.I really didn’t. Of all the things the doctor had done, the face that I could honestly say to myself that Walter was not, at present, controlling my thoughts - that felt best of all.When I tried to move my hand to scratch my nose, the pinching and tugging on the tiny hairs on my wrist were intense. In fact, the whole experience was intense – by turns terrifying, confusing, and horny as all fuck, my thoughts got a little bit cloud
Dr. Blumfield’s thumbs broke my little fantasy with a pinch on either nipple that, at first, hurt. As he twisted and gently tugged, the preceding flash of agony quickly subsided and turned to warm, wet pleasure.He squeezed, hard, with the rest of his fingers. That, too, hurt at first, but soon I wanted him to do it again and again. “Please! Please pinch me harder, doctor!” I said, but he shushed me.“No, no, Alex. Doctor knows best. No talking now. But, I would very much like it if you helped me get ready to treat you.”Next thing I knew, I felt the heavy warmth of his prick against my face. All I could see if I turned my head as much as possible was the line of hair from his chest ending above a tree-trunk of a cock. The smell of him – of his musk, his balls, and his hair – lit some kind of fire in my belly. My nipples got, again, harder. The tiny gusts of wind coming across the room from the air conditioner vent were enough to make my flesh pebble. As he stroked his dickhead across
Something told me that I’d find a way.His hands barely grazed my skin on the way down my body to where they came to rest between my legs. The biting, rasping gloves tugged me, made the flesh under my public hair smart and tingle as each stubbly hair was tugged under the rubber gloves.He pushed his cock deeper inside my mouth until finally his tip pushed fully against my throat. The further down me he went the bigger and harder he felt. I wanted those balls on my face. I wanted his prick jammed down my throat, choking me, making me gag. I decided to do whatever it took to get both things exactly where I wanted them. Dr. Blumfield already felt good, just where he was, with one hand motionless on my sex, and the other moving back and forth between my tits.Very gently, I touched my teeth on either side of his dick. Flicking my tongue up and down that tiny place on the underside of his cock got him to shiver. Up and down, up and down. The more I licked, the harder his hips pistoned back
I groaned and flicked my tongue around the base of his cock, almost touching the heavy balls that were just out of reach. As slowly as he pushed inside, he slid out, but never once stopped the grinding, the slow rotating, inside my pussy.The void he left in my throat ached. Physically it hurt, but also he left a space that reminded me of everything I’d been missing. More than anything, I wanted him back inside me. I wanted him close. I wanted...“Alex?” His voice broke my train of thought. “Alex, it’s time to discuss terms.”“Terms?” I sputtered, trying to concentrate as he finger-fucked me deeper and sweeter.“Remember, quid pro quo. I do for you, you for me.”“Yes – yes, Dr. Blumfield. Anything you want. Anything at all.”“I had a feeling that’s what you’d say. It’s very simple.” He curled his fingers inside me for emphasis. Pushed the heel of his hand hard against me. “You belong to me. You do what I say, when I say. Clear?”“I... but what about Walter? Won’t he know?”“Not if you
“Mmm,” I moaned, “the stretching, Doctor Blumfield, the stretching is making me warm. I feel little tingles spreading out of my tight little pussy and up my back. Feels so big, just so, so big. So hard and hot. I’ve never felt anything like your cock before, not ever.” I half-opened my eyes in a pleasured glaze and saw him smiling downward with his eyes fixed on his thick cock sliding inside my body, then pulling back.“I feel you tug on my lips, when you push forward they follow your dick in, and then when you pull out, they, mmmm...” I stopped to moan when he began circling my clit with the tip of his thumb, “they drag along your shaft. God you feel so good. Please, please shove it deep. Cum in me, please, doctor Blumfield. Fill your slave’s cunt. Fill her up.”Calling myself ‘slave’ felt very strange. At first, it felt like role play – like I’d put on a Halloween costume. But then I said it again, and again, and it began to feel like home.“Yes!” I cried when he finally pushed in h