Page 22 of Doctor Stuff

The thing at my pussy pushes in, making me cry out at the tapered width that grows larger and larger as it goes deeper, stretching me open. It’s not his cock, but it still feels good, and my muscles clench around it.

“I thought that might be the case.” He pumps the toy inside me back and forth, twisting it, sending all my nerve endings into overdrive and making it difficult to focus on his words. “That’s why I’m going to prepare you right now.”

I don’t have time to ask what he means before he removes the toy from my pussy and presses it against my virgin anus. I squeal, rocking forward, trying to get away from its wet tip, and he spanks my thigh, making me cry out again.

“Hold still, Traci. Trust me, next week will hurt a lot less if you’re prepared.”

That’s if I come next week. In my head, I’m already telling myself that this is obviously going to have to be my last session.

But he won’t fuck me this week if I don’t let him put this thing in my ass.

I close my eyes, clenching my jaw, and forcing myself to hold still as he begins to push it inside me. To my surprise, it doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. It’s not comfortable either, and I whimper low in my throat as my butt begins to stretch open for him, but it’s bearable discomfort. It stings, it burns, I can feel it stretching me open, but it’s not the awful pain I expected.

It’s kind of hot, even though I want it to stop.

There’s something wicked about letting him push a toy into my body this way, defiling a hole that he’s not supposed to touch.

Not that he’s supposed to be touching me in any way. This is definitely not a therapy technique sanctioned by… anyone. But this way is against my own personal interests. Yet I’m letting him do it anyway, because I want him to fuck me and this is what he wants to do.

For some reason, that arouses me as much as anything else.

I can literally feel my wetness seeping down onto my thighs, I’m so turned on.

“Just a little more,” he murmurs, and I cry out as my bottom hole stretches and then snaps shut. The thing is still inside me and I can feel that part of it is outside of me too, but at least my entrance isn’t so widely stretched. I pant at the sensation of fullness. Having it inside me is… very different from the usual fullness of having something in my pussy. “Good girl.”

He pats my buttcheek and I shudder, my muscles automatically clenching around the toy. Part of me wants to snap at him, but I hold it back. There will be plenty of time for that later, after I get my orgasm. After I get his dick inside me.

And letting him put that thing in my ass, without getting mouthy, is definitely to my benefit, because now he steps behind me and I hear the sound of his zipper. Excitement thrums through me, and I lift my hips up, my body begging for his cock. The toy in my ass has settled into place and most of the discomfort is gone, leaving behind the feeling of fullness. Which isn’t so bad at all.

Especially when he presses the tip of his dick to my needy pussy, his hands finding a firm grip on my hips, and thrusts in, hard and fast. I cry out as I rock forward on my braced forearms, my breasts swinging beneath me, nipples dragging across the wooden desk. He’s hot and thick and hard inside me, and my pussy clenches around him, the slickness providing him with plenty of lubrication to ease his passage.

His low groan as he retreats and then thrusts again, bottoming out, makes me shiver. The sensation of his cock fully inside me, his body pressed against the toy in my ass, is shockingly pleasurable and I can feel my orgasm cresting already.

Then he pulls halfway out again and thrusts his hard cock back in, his fingers digging into my hips as he starts fucking me hard and fast. It’s like he has no concern for my pleasure, for whether or not I get off, and somehow that’s what pushes my climax over the edge.

I cry out, unable not to, as he pounds into me from behind, sobbing with the intensity of the pleasure that spirals through me. Every part of my body is exploding with fireworks, my nipples dragging across his desk, my pussy clenching around his cock, my ass squeezing the toy inside it…

The ecstasy is overwhelming and it just keeps going as he keeps fucking me. Waves of pleasure ripple through me, my body clenching over and over again. It feels like my climax is never going to stop and the intensity of my rapture is becoming almost painful.

Finally, just when I think I can’t take it anymore and I’m about to collapse on the desk, he buries himself inside me. I can feel him pulsing against my shuddering channel as spurt after spurt of his cum fills me.

I’ve never let anyone come inside me before, until now. It feels filthy and hot as he fills me full of his seed.

I hear his sigh of completion as my muscles quiver and relax, and I sag in front of him, barely held in place by his firm grip on my hips.

When he pulls away from me, my knees do buckle, but that seems to be what he wants. His hands have shifted from my hips to one holding onto my hair, so he can spin me around and pull my head back.

“Open up, Traci.”

His cock, soft and covered in our combined pleasure, is right in front of my face. I open my mouth like his good little slut and obediently start licking, tasting the mix of sweet and salty juices, cleaning them from his cock. I can feel some of it starting to leak down my thighs.

When he deems me finished, he steps back and reaches down to pull up his pants. He’s still mostly clothed. From the waist up, it doesn’t even look like it’s possible he could have just fucked a young woman senseless over his desk.

“I’ll see you next week, Traci,” he says, his tone dismissing me as he steps around me to get back to his seat. “Wear the plug home. You can masturbate as much as you want this week, but only when the plug is in. Trust me, you’ll want all the preparation you can get before I fuck your ass next week – that plug isn’t nearly as large as my cock.”

Hot and cold rushes through me as humiliation and arousal war within me.

As if I’m going to be back next week to let him fuck my ass.