Page 20 of Doctor Stuff

His hands move from my body, allowing me more freedom, and then I’m on my knees in front of him while he gets to his feet and frees his cock from his pants. It springs out in front of my face, bobbing heavy and ready to be pleasured. I’m throbbing all over from the waist down already, but my mouth waters as Dr. John plucks my panties from between my lips and lets them drop to the floor.

Just like last time, the only part of him that’s naked is his cock. He’s fully clothed otherwise, while I’m completely bare, with my bright-red ass on display for anyone who walks into the office. Not that anyone will, but knowing what we look like is another turn-on for me.

“Open up,” he orders, and then immediately shoves his cock between my lips.

Unlike last week, he doesn’t let me worship it first.

This is a hard, fast face-fuck, meant for his pleasure. He gets a tight grip on my hair and holds me in place, his cock immediately battering the back of my throat while more tears slide down my cheeks. I do my best to swallow him, breathing through my nose, trying not to gag and choke too much. My tongue flicks along the underside of his dick, trying to pleasure him.

Trying to be a good girl for him.

My ass is on fire from the reminder of what bad girls get.

My pussy still aching, not fully satisfied despite my orgasm.

He pulls out before he comes, wrapping his hand around his dick and fisting it right in front of my face. For a moment, I think he’s going to come on me, just like that.

“Get up on your feet, turn around, and bend over.” His voice is hoarser than normal. “Put your hands on the coffee table.”

I immediately jump to my feet and do as he says. My legs are spread wide, showing him my wet pussy and the red-hot cheeks of my ass. My tits hang beneath me, my nipples hard as they sway gently in the air while I get into position.

I hear his soft groan behind me before understanding hits, along with a wet splash of warm fluid across the hot cheeks of my ass. Heat blooms on my face as I realize what he’s doing and picture the white streaks across the red of my spanked butt. It’s humiliating and hot all at the same time, like so many of my sessions with Dr. John.

Another splash. Then another. Then I hear his soft sigh of completion.

“Stay right there.”

I can’t tell exactly what he’s doing, but as I look down, I can see his feet moving. Turning toward his desk. I can hear the soft sound of his clothing being straightened while I feel his cum start to slide over my sensitive skin.

Then his finger runs along the wetness, like he’s scooping it up. I gasp as he thrusts his fingers into my pussy.

Oh god… he’s pushing his cum into my pussy…

Almost like he fucked me and came in me, except he didn’t. Making this act feel incredibly shameful. Because I was a bad girl, he didn’t fuck me. He didn’t come in me. But now he’s still filling my pussy with the cum I didn’t deserve.

I whimper, lifting my hips up for more, because I’m so turned on, but after he’s done scooping most of it, I feel his hand rubbing over me. Rubbing his cum into my skin like it’s lotion or something.

“Stand up and turn around, Traci.”

I do, my hands hanging at my sides, looking up into his dark eyes.

“Open your mouth.”

He shoves his fingers in. They taste like cum and pussy, and I know it’s the hand he used to scoop and fill me. I suck the juices off of him, the flavor of our combined fluids both salty and sweet filling my mouth. A filthy finish to my humiliating punishment.

“Don’t shower until tonight. I want you to know my cum is on your ass for the rest of the day.” He pops his fingers out of my mouth and wipes them over my breast, wiping my saliva off onto my skin, barely looking at me as he does so. Just like always, as soon as the session is over, his focus on me is gone. Although, the fact that he doesn’t want me to shower, that he’ll be thinking about whether or not his cum is on my skin the rest of the day… it sends a thrill through my belly. He begins moving back to his seat at his desk. “Do not masturbate this week. If you’re a good girl, I’ll fuck you next session.”

I get dressed slowly, taking my panties with me this time, but he doesn’t look up again; his focus is on his computer and whatever he’s looking at there. My pussy pulses between my legs as I walk out the door, my ass sensitive and smarting as the fabric of my skirt brushes over the chastised skin. I feel like everyone must be able to look at me and know that I’ve been spanked and had my therapist’s cum rubbed into my abused flesh.

As much as I want to go to the bathroom and rub another orgasm out… I don’t. I walk by it.

Like a good girl.

Because I want to get fucked next week more than I want an orgasm right now.

Chapter 5

I am literally dying of arousal.