Page 25 of Doctor Stuff

His hands touch my hips, pulling me backward.

My knees bend, my hands going out to find the armrests on the chair, gripping them to help keep my balance as I feel the tip of his cock at my tiny, virgin hole. Feel my tight ring begin to stretch open for the thick rod. His hands, which were helping hold me up, begin to slide up to my breasts, leaving it entirely up to me to fight gravity and keep my ass from being deflowered.

It’s an impossible task.

“Now then,” Dr. John says as he fills his palms with my tits, giving them a rough squeeze. “We left off at high school and that teacher you didn’t like. Mrs. Gray.”

He can’t be serious.

But he is.

As my muscles quiver and I slowly lose the fight to keep his cock out of my ass, my body slowly sliding down the thick length to impale my virgin ass on my therapist’s dick, he keeps asking me questions. Acting like it’s a normal session. Not that any of our sessions have been normal for the past few weeks. He fondles my breasts while I struggle to breathe as he fills my ass, which is now burning inside out and out.

The stretch is awful. So much worse than the plug. Unlike the plug, there’s no narrow spot for my sphincter to settle into, it just remains stretched around his massive cock, which I swear gets thicker the further down I go. Finally, my muscles give way and I fall down the last few inches, my burning cheeks landing on his lap and making me cry out.

I clench, my ass squeezing his cock tightly, and I hear his low moan as his hands tighten on my tits. Hearing his pleasure would be a lot more enjoyable if I wasn’t throbbing inside and out. Everything burns. My muscles are clenching non-stop, my ass trying to push out the invader while my pussy begs for it.

“Keep moving, Traci. Up and down.” His fingers close around my nipples, pulling them upward, and I cry out as the twin points of pain flash through me, straight to my pussy.

My thigh muscles burn, but I lift myself up.

Fall back down.

I’m fucking my own ass on his cock while he asks me questions about high school.

It’s not fast or hard. It’s as slow as I can make it while I whimper and answer him. I know I need to move faster to get it over with, but I used up so much of my energy trying to stay off his dick, now that I’m here I don’t have much left. My ass burns and cramps as it’s filled with cock, over and over again… though it’s getting easier to have him inside me as my body adjusts. Even the burning of my butt cheeks has lessened.

I don’t know how long this goes on for before one of his hands drops down to start playing with my pussy. My soaking wet, eager-to-be-touched, traitorous pussy. I moan, clenching again as his fingers swirl through my creamy lips and find my clit, and arch my back as the need to come slams into me.

“Oh fuck…” I gasp, shuddering. Because it feels better than it has any right to.

He keeps asking me questions, and I answer him through the fog of pain and lust. Although it’s not really painful anymore. Just uncomfortable. And I can bear that.

As his fingers toy with my clit, I start to get new energy. Moving a little faster. A little easier. The feel of his cock sliding though my tight hole is turning me on more and more. I can only imagine what we look like… and the vision is hot as hell.

More questions, but I can feel my orgasm building, and I rock against his fingers, his cock feeling bigger than ever in my ass. His other hand keeps playing with my breast and nipple, adding to the sensations coursing through me. Pleasure grows and spirals, and then bursts inside me. I cry out, leaning back against him, rubbing my pussy against his fingers while his cock throbs inside my tight ass. I feel his teeth graze my neck, his tongue flicking over the spot, while I writhe against him in ecstasy.

I can’t believe I’m coming while his dick is in my ass.

It’s dirty and hot and oh so wrong, and part of me is loving every second of it.

But my orgasm ends, and his cock is still hard as ever inside me.

He doesn’t say a word, but he’s done with his questions too. I feel myself being lifted up, and he somehow turns us around so that I’m now kneeling on the floor, my upper body supported by the seat of his chair, still warm from his body. My breasts press against the warm leather, as does the side of my face. I start to lift my head up, but his hand curls around my throat, holding me in place.

And then he starts to fuck my ass like there’s no tomorrow.

It hurts.

It feels good.

I’m so overly sensitized from my orgasm that the pain and pleasure blend together in exquisite agony as he uses my ass for his own pleasure. I cry out, my voice slightly muffled by the fingers wrapped around my throat and the way my head is pressed into the cushion.

He’s fucking my ass hard and fast, giving me no quarter, and all I can do is lay in place and take it as he slams himself against my burning cheeks, reigniting the sting from his belt while he reams my tight hole. The sensations pile onto each other as I gasp for air, my hole clenching nonstop, trying to slow his pace and failing utterly.

It’s like my orgasm never quite ended, and this is adding on to the mountain of sensation.

He’s completely wrecking me and I’m loving it, even as I want to beg him to stop. My mouth opens, but all that comes out is a wild cry as a second, stronger orgasm barrels through me. I’m crying and coming and I can’t stop.