"Well done, Hannah. You responded well to the first part of the treatment."Dr. Stone spoke with his fingers still soaking inside of her. Her pussy was still pulsating gently around them, and he wanted to bathe in every last bit of her orgasm."And, we've already made substantial progress in stretching your tight cunt."He wiggled his fingers around inside of her for emphasis, and she squirmed delightfully around them."The next part of the treatment is a bit more ... invasive. Are you sure you want to continue?”Hannah nodded eagerly, and Dr. Stone smiled in relief. His cock was throbbing in anticipation and would have been sorely disappointed if she had wanted to end things there."Great! To begin, I will need you to stimulate your nipples while I treat your vagina. I can see they are getting soft already, and we want to make sure you stay fully aroused throughout this entire process."Dr. Stone walked around to stand between Hannah's legs as he watched her delicate fingers rub over
Her inexperienced pussy hugged his cock and sucked him in, as Hannah gasped and moaned. He gritted his teeth as he shoved the last few inches of his shaft into her.“Oh, doctor, your cock ... it’s so deep inside of me. I can feel it in my belly! Does that mean the treatment is done, now that you’ve filled me with your giant cock?”Hannah frowned as she finished her sentence, which made Dr. Stone smile. He placed his thumb over her swollen clit and began to gently stroke it, making Hannah moan.“No, I don’t think we’re quite done. There may be some additional medical benefits for you if my big cock fucks your tight pussy. You do want that, don’t you?”“Yes, doctor!”That was all Dr. Stone needed to hear. He pulled his cock out of her and then slammed back in. He pumped harder and faster while rubbing her hungry clit. The position Hannah was in, with her legs in the stirrups, allowed him to penetrate incredibly deep. He could feel the tip of his cock poking against her cervix and his ba
“You hired a WHAT?!”A tutor. Her father had hired her a private tutor. The protests currently leaving Margo’s lips were really only for ceremony. It was hardly the first time that her father had threatened her with something like this. She was in her second year of college (Something that really she hadn’t failed out of totally because of her father's very generous donations.)As far as she was concerned, anybody that her father hired was going to be fairly easy to manipulate. Margo knew that she was pretty, and there was a lot of money spent ensuring that she would look a certain way and fit in with a certain caliber of crowd. The way that Margo saw it, looking as good as she did, what was the point in going to school? She was just going to be married off like some socialite anyway, so really, what was the point in wasting her time. Sure, her grades were really starting to slip but there was simply too much to do on any given day. She had her priorities. Margo also felt that if her
Margo’s dark brown hair was loosely knotted up on the top of her head with ringlets coming down around her face. She had decided to go a minimalist way with a large sweater hanging off of one shoulder to make it very obvious to the man that her father had chosen for her that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. Her tights left very little to the imagination and her curves were only barely concealed by the loose, soft fabric of the sweater as it moved freely over her.She had even gone so far as to have her books sitting on the table, open but without anything written on her notepad so as to make herself look ‘studious’ and ‘cute’. Perhaps Daddy had even been so silly as to hire one of those pre-med boys from Phi Kappa that she could make this a two birds with one stone sort of situation. If she was really lucky - she would be able to convince him to do the work for him in exchange for a blowjob under the table or something. No sweat for her. Everybody would win that way.A soft
“What are you- “ She could feel the sweater being lifted over the curve of her ass, pooling warmly around her lower back and her heart quickened. The swift smack didn’t sting much more than her pride but the one that followed triggered something in her that she had never felt before.She was humiliated, to be sure. Eternally grateful for the fact that they were alone here in this room. More still than that, she had heat pooling betweenher legs and a desire unfurling in her stomach that nobody she had ever played around with before had managed to trigger in her. Mr. Edlund’s grip on her wrist tightened just enough to keep her from lifting from where he had put her.“You can’t do this! Get off me!” The heat in her words betrays her true subject on the feeling. She had never had anybody not put up with her shit before. Let alone to put hands on her in this way. She could see him standing just behind her. His attention seemed to be on her ass, which she was sure to wriggle just enough to
That night Margo lay in bed. It was a tame fantasy at first, his thumb rubbing soft circles into her skin and keeping her close. That handsome face close enough to hers to smell his cologne. They were no longer in the stuffy library alcoves that her father had chosen for them to study but he was here with her in her room. She lay on the bed draped in silk shorts that hardly covered anything and a patching camisole. Her hair fell around her in dark waves as she pretended to study whatever book he was talking about. Mr. Edlund kept smiling at her from her large armchair across the room. That knowing, older smile that he had. The same smile that had her thinking that he might be just as distracted by her as she was by him. Could he see how she couldn’t take her eyes from his hands? It was a thrill every time his gaze dropped from her face to the way her breasts were pushed up by her arms. Even more so when he shifted in his seat adjusting the fit of his pants and his gaze wandered l
Edmund arrived much the same as before. Taking care in the way that he deposited his things and rolling up his sleeves to his elbows. He moved with such grace it was effortlessly sexy. He knew that she was watching him. She could see the muscles in his back shifting under his shirt, and when he turned to look at her there was that same knowing smile as before.“I’ve been thinking about you all night.” Margo said boldly. She didn’t care at all that she wasn’t supposed to, or that it was wrong, or that it might upset him. She was breaking his little ‘lady decorum’ rule and she wasn’t going to apologize for it.“I had a dream about you...” She continued, shifting in her seat as his eyes washed over her. “Do you want to hear it?”Mr. Edmund pulled his chair closer to her. He moves his knee to force hers apart so that he can be just that much closer to her, leaning in so close that she could smell his cologne. “No,” the corners of his lips upturned into a smirk and she shivered.“You have
Edmund swallowed hard, accessing her with a level gaze as if he couldn’t decide where he wanted her first. She could see the way he was drinking her in, hungry for more and battling with a thin layer of self control that was rapidly fading away. “Was that in your dream?” Edmund spoke in a tone like gravel or fresh coffee. Neither things that she had found so appealing before. Margo rubbed her lips together slowly, she could still taste him as she shook her ‘no’ softly. “No? Then what was?” His voice dropped lower as he pulled her closer to him. Lifting until she had to climb onto his lap but he refused to let her weight settle over him. She wanted to feel him, she wanted to know what he felt like between her thighs. Margo’s breathing quickened. “Was it something with the two of us like this?” “Mmm...nope,” Margo sighed. Edmund’s free hand moved to her waist, sliding around her slowly, his index finger running the line of bare skin between her waistband and her tank top for a mo
"Y-yes," she said finally. "Yes, I enjoyed it." "Did you cum when I came?" "Yes," she said again. "Did you wish my cock had squirted its heavy load into your virgin cunt instead of into my hand?" "Yes!" screamed Kate. "You're a filthy little slut, aren't you, Kate?" he said as he pinched her clit and rolled it between his strong fingers. "Look at you moaning from being fucked hard by your friend's father, and while she’s sitting, just outside too. Look at my daughter, Kate," he growled. Kate looked outside the window at Mallory, who was still studying in the same spot on the beach. "I want you to keep your eyes on my daughter and think of what a dirty little whore you are while her father fills your virgin pussy with hot cum for the first time." "O-okay," whimpered Kate as Mallory’s father rammed her pussy harder and faster. He grunted with each powerful thrust. At the same time, he hooked his finger inside of her tight ass and vigorously wiggled her clit. Kate could
"I'm afraid your hymen is still very much intact, Kate," he said, raising his head up to look at her.He looked pleased to be giving her this news. His eyebrows were raised, and the corners of his mouth were pulled up ever-so-slightly."So," said Kate, "that means ...""We will need to move on to the more invasive treatment method, yes," said Dr. Logan.Kate's eyes widened, and she pursed her lips together anxiously, unsure of whether she was ready for or even wanted a more invasive treatment. The next thing she knew, however, Dr. Logan was unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers, and Kate forgot all about her apprehension."What – what are you doing, Dr. Logan?" she asked, though she thought she already knew and was eager to see the enormous manhood that hid beneath his pants in the light of day."I am determined to complete your treatment, Kate," he said in a serious tone as he let his trousers fall to the floor and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his tight-fitting boxe
Kate couldn't take it. The menagerie of different sensations Dr. Logan was inflicting on her sensitive buds was overwhelming. She wanted to scream. More than that, she wanted to reach between her legs and stroke her aching clit. Or rather, what she really wanted, was for Dr. Logan to stroke her clit. But should couldn’t tell him that."Dr. Logan," she said breathlessly. "Please, you have to stop. I – I can't take it."Dr. Logan released her nipples and took a step back."Hmm," he said, rubbing his chin, "I hate to see you in such agony, Kate. I think further treatment on your nipples would benefit you. But, I suppose I can give them a short break while I do your pelvic exam. How does that sound?""That sounds good, Dr. Logan," said Kate, relieved that the torturous assault on her nipples was over, for now."Great," said Dr. Logan. "Go ahead and lie back then, Kate. Bring your heels up near your hips and spread your legs as wide as you can for me."Kate did as Dr. Logan instructed. She
After a restless night of sleep, Kate nervously followed Mallory downstairs for breakfast. Terrified to see her father or hear what he might have to say about the previous night’s events, Kate did her best to make herself invisible by slouching into a corner of the breakfast nook and sipping on a glass of orange juice, while Mallory and her dad made omelets.“Good morning, Kate!”Kate had become absorbed watching the waves roll onto the beach through the window when Dr. Logan’s booming voice made her jump.“Oh! G-good m-morning, Dr. Logan,” she said with a quivering voice as her eyes met his and blood immediately rushed to her cheeks.“Did you sleep alright last night?” he asked with a smile.“Y-yes,” Kate lied.He seemed to be acting like nothing unusual had happened at all. Maybe he really hadn’t seen Kate watching him, after all. Or ... if he had, he was definitely not letting on.Mallory spent most of breakfast talking, updating her father on all that had been going on at school s
Kate wasn't entirely onboard with Mallory's plan. She knew her dad was a doctor, but it still seemed awkward to ask a man she'd never met before for something so personal and sex-related. But, Mallory was adamant. She claimed that her dad was very open about sex and that it wouldn't be awkward at all. So, when they heard his car pull into the driveway a while later, Mallory ignored Kate's protests and dragged her downstairs to ask him.“Daddy!” Mallory yelled as she ran to hug the man who walked through the front door.“There’s my favorite girl!” the man said, taking Mallory into his arms and lifting her off the ground with what appeared to be no effort at all.When he placed her feet back on the floor, and she stepped away, Kate finally got her first good look at him. There was no doubt from whom Mallory had inherited her good looks. Kate could feel her cheeks flushing with an embarrassed attraction. She knew this man had to be in his forties – making him at least twice Kate's age –
It was the end of Kate's first semester of college. She and her roommate, Mallory, decided to skip their final classes on Friday. Instead, they drove to the coast to stay with Mallory's father for the weekend before their final exams week started on Monday. A wealthy older doctor, Mallory's father lived in a large, expensive beach house on a secluded stretch of pristine coastline. It was the perfect place to relax and recuperate before the grueling week they had ahead of them.He wasn't home when they first arrived, so Kate and Mallory let themselves into his house and started to get ready for bed. It was late, and they were both exhausted from the drive. As Mallory unpacked her toiletries in the bathroom, Kate watched her set aside a small round foil packet. It was filled with a dozen tiny, individually packaged pills, along with several empty spaces where pills used to be. Kate picked up the foil packet and raised her eyebrows at Mallory.“Is that what I think it is?!” she asked her
As she shifted down upon his pulsing manhood, feeling the warmth of him finally entering into her tight, receptive body.The two of them rocked back and forth, to allow him to enter her as deeply as possible before she felt Mr. Rossini behind her, grasping at her shoulders, before quickly thrusting it into her behind.Her scream of surprise soon turned into a groan of pleasure as his heavily erected member slid easily into her as she relaxed herself and allowed them both to have their way with her.With the two of them consuming her, taking turns plunging themselves in and out of her body, she felt almost paralyzed. Her body could not get a break from their thrusting hips and the sensations that they were awarding her body as they both moved with a passion that could not be denied.As they moved back and forth, upon her, her body felt a sense of pain and pleasure that was equal and overbearing. Between each thrust, she barely had a chance to catch her breath before another movement fo
His tongue was wet and meticulous as it entered her quickly, while his arms held down her legs, giving him ultimate control.The shock of emotion that immediately coursed through her was intense and so, she let out a scream, but her voice was masked by the mouth that encompassed her own and the other tongue that reached farther down her throat.She shuttered with a euphoric sense of pleasure that grew steadily as the seconds passed by. Cynthia felt as though her entire body was being stimulated. She had never felt so wet and so aroused before.Strangely, the fact that she couldn’t get away from this torturous sense of immense pleasure made it feel all the better. So, she did the only thing she could and focused on sensually kneading at Mr. Rossini’s manhood.However, as James delved deeper into her, gyrated his tongue around inside of her way that hit her G-spot in a way that made her want to cry, she began to groan and scream through the kisses until finally, Mr. Rossini allowed her
When they entered the hotel, they received the key from the front desk, which was registered under their name and went up to the room that they were instructed to enter.Once they got up there, they found that there was a stunning, yet empty room spilling out before them. The hardwood floor reminded Cynthia of Mr. Rossini’s office, but the deep red walls, elegantly wallpapered, looked as though they were made specifically to keep secrets, without passing judgment.Above the bed there was a curtain which matched the walls and arched over a curling, smooth, sensuous headboard, which was elaborate and held the expensive mark of gold that looked over the large, desk and drawn curtains, which also helped to distinguish the secrecy and romantic atmosphere of the room.Across from the bed, there was a velvety couch, which also adored a gold trim and tight, lavish upholstery work.All and all, the room was inviting, but considering that the couple had no idea what kind an invitation it was se