Sweet Doctor

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