Page 16 of Doctor Stuff

I wriggle on the couch as I pull the fabric out from under my ass and pull my skirt up.

“Take off the panties.”

I’ve never had anyone boss me around like this before and I sure as hell never expected to like it. It’s a little awkward, taking them off from a seated position, trying to still look sexy as I do so. They dangle from my fingers as I pause, unsure of what to do with them. The crotch is clearly wet from my arousal, which makes me blush even harder.

“Put them on the couch beside you.”

I set them down.

“Now, lean back against the couch with your hands behind your head. Spread your legs open. Wider.” His gaze never leaves my face as he instructs me to take the most humiliating, open position of my life. My hands behind my head thrust my breasts forward even though I’m leaning back. The position of my body and how wide apart my legs are mean that my pussy is spread wide as well, giving him a perfect view of my slick folds.

The leather couch feels almost sticky under my slightly damp skin, making it impossible for me to wriggle the way I want to.

“Good girl.”

Heat flushes through me for an entirely different reason than embarrassment. The arousal that curls through my core makes me want to press my legs together to relieve the throbbing between my thighs, but I don’t move.

“Now then,” he says. “Let’s pick up where we left off.”

“Great,” I manage to reply, my voice laced heavily with sarcasm. Because everyone loves re-living their middle school experiences, right?

It is easier to get through it with his gaze occasionally flicking to my breasts and my spread pussy. Easier for me to sink into a state where I just answer his questions, more focused on my body than on the pathways he’s leading me down. I don’t care what he wants to talk about, I just want to get to the good part.

Finally he gets that tone in his voice that indicates he’s wrapping up the session. My eyes dart over to the clock. There’s at least fifteen minutes left.

My mouth is suddenly watering.

“I think that’s it for today, Traci.” The edges of Dr. John’s lips curl up in a small, approving smile that makes my whole body tingle. He twists slightly in his seat, to put his clipboard on the desk, and then faces me again. “Come here.” I start to get to my feet but he shakes his head and I freeze. “No, crawl to me.”

Crawl to him? Crawl to him? He has to be fucking kidding me.

But he’s not. He’s looking at me just as calmly, just as confident as ever. My heart feels like it’s going to pound right out of my chest from aroused anger. One of his eyebrows raises, waiting to see what I’m going to do.

Fine.

He thinks I’m bluffing? I’m fucking not.

Cheeks aflame again, I lean forward on the couch to get onto my hands and knees on the ground. My breasts hang down beneath me, swaying as I start to crawl to him. My head up, I stare back at him, letting him know he doesn’t cow me, even if I am crawling.

The heat in his eyes sends a matching surge through mine as his smile grows, just a touch more. He leans back in his chair as I approach, spreading his legs so I can kneel between them. There’s a massive bulge at the front of his pants and my gaze drops from his face to his erection, and I can’t look away.

“Undo my belt.”

My hands tremble as I reach for the silver buckle, my arms brushing against the throbbing cock beneath the fabric.

“Unbutton my pants. Now the zipper. Take out my cock.”

His voice is so hypnotic, I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience, and so it’s almost a shock to feel his hot, hard cock against my palm. He’s big. Bigger than any man I’ve ever been with.

“Worship my cock with your mouth, Traci.”

Heat and need surge in me at his words and I press my legs together.

Bending my head down, I start to lick. He leans back against the chair, so I can’t see his face, like he’s totally relaxed. The meaty taste of him against my tongue isn’t enough and I move to the head, sliding my lips over the velvet tip and feeling a flutter of excitement as he finally makes a noise of pleasure.

His hands are on the arms of the chair, resting, relaxed. Unlike me. I’m so wound up, I’m squirming as I suck the mushroom head of his dick into my mouth, flicking my tongue against the little opening. The sweet-salt flavor of his precum makes me crave him more.

One hand on the base of his cock, I slide my mouth over him, taking him in deeper. Feeing his length gliding over my tongue. The need pulsing inside me is impossible to ignore and I shove my free hand between my legs. The slick wetness of my pussy coats my fingers.