by Naomi Penn
“Grease it down for me once more and we’ll get the more extensive polishing equipment,” Dr. Thorpe informed me.
He got what he asked for; a nice spit shine on that lovely looking cock. I gathered a load in my mouth and sent it flying out onto the skin.
“Claudia,” he said to me as I stood upright. “I’ll need you to remove that skirt and your panties. I’m afraid they might get stained during your next cleaning job.”
“Yes, Dr. Thorpe.”
And here I slowly began to work the tight skirt down from around my hips. I loved how he stared, watching the material slither southward, revealing my pretty little panties. They were pink and girly, just the style I liked, and judging by his eyes, he didn’t seem to mind them either. Although Dr. Thorpe did a quick gesture which signaled me to stop.
“You don’t want these off?” I asked.
“No, we’ll need those to dry it, Claudia.”
I smiled nervously, feeling slightly embarrassed. Here Dr. Thorpe was, about to ravage my untouched pussy and I was nitpicking over panties!
“Turn around and wipe the surface down first,” he instructed me.
I then swiveled my hips around so that my ass was positioned above his exposed crotch, the hard dick still sticking out of the boxers.
“Lower down and stick your cheeks around it,” I was told.
And who was I to argue? I found myself sitting down, placing my round butt cheeks on either side of his stiff rod. Oh god, how warm it was. A searing heat seemed to emanate from the very core of his cock. The wetness of my spit was still dripping heavily on his skin, which rubbed off slightly onto my own. I’d never done anything like this before. I couldn’t even be entirely sure where all the parts went… let alone clean them!
And then Dr. Thorpe spoke, as if sensing my ignorance.
“Reach back and pull your panties to the side. Get that pussy over my cock, that’s good, Right there, mmhmm. Now I’ll hold it in place. You just sit your sweet fucking ass down and clean this doctor’s filthy dick. All of it.”
I went along with each of his instructions. My pussy was dripping with excitement. I’d never felt so wet in my whole life. The heat from his cock seemed to drift upward; making me feel that my ass was squatting over a hot stove. Oh, how my lips quivered at the thought of his dick only inches from my tempting, virgin slit.
“Go on, Claudia.” Dr. Thorpe uttered.
And at his behest, I slowly descended, nervously and anxiously, but wanting to know how it felt all the same. I was desperate to have his cock in me. Oh… and there it was. The thick head pressing, knocking on my lips as it were. Come in I said, come in!
“Down, Claudia.”
Oh, I guess it was my turn… And so I closed my eyes, biting my lip with eagerness, sitting back farther.
“God!” I screamed unknowingly at the first contact of his cock parting my southern lips and making its way inside. Maybe it should have hurt, I thought it was supposed to. But the wetness already on his cock, and the precum leaking out of him, coupled with the rushing waterfall between my own legs… made for a smooth and painless entry.
I could feel my thighs beginning to burn from holding the half squat. And yet I was afraid to lower any farther – I’d felt how large his cock was! Big! And I wasn’t sure how all of that would manage to fit itself into my tight, unsoiled pussy.
“Yes, you clean that dirty thing, Claudia. Sit down! Sit your fucking ass down and clean my cock!” Dr. Thorpe began to shout madly.
My legs continued to burn and ache, yet I couldn’t bear to descend even a millimeter lower. It felt so good just where we were… I wanted to cherish this sexual moment, storing it in my memory bank indelibly.
“Sit!” he yelled again.
And here my legs gave out at last. I couldn’t hold myself in this position for a second longer. The muscles collapsed, losing all strength, causing me to drop suddenly and forcefully onto his impressive cock… oh god, it did hurt, despite the slickness and all, it hurt like a bitch. But as cliché as it sounds, it hurt in the best way possible!
He filled my pussy from wall to wall, from top to bottom, stretching me beyond any and everything I had ever imagined. His balls were pressed against my ass cheeks… that’s how I knew the entirety of his dick was rammed up inside my, now, no longer virgin cunt. I had been soiled and stuffed… currently still being.
“That’s right, Claudia. You polish this cock. Get all that filth off. Shine it up nice and spotless,” Dr. Thorpe placed his hands on my hips, assisting me with the motion. It was here that I first began to notice the loud plop plop plop sounds of my ass banging against his thighs. I loved it. Knowing each time I heard the beautiful noise, my pussy was penetrated deeply by his sturdy cock.
I bounced and bounced, squealing like some kind of wild animal, tossing my hips back with reckless abandon. Dr. Thorpe, on the other hand, continued with his steady stream of encouragement and praise – though I wished another, warmer stream of his would make an entrance…
“This will teach you to disobey, won’t it Claudia!” he was whispering, slapping my ass. “Tell me this will teach you good.”
“Yes Dr. Thorpe!” I cried just as the sensation of his balls against my thighs came about yet again. “It will!”
“You don’t want to be cleaning this every night, do you Claudia!”
He grabbed my arms, both of them by the wrists, and pulled the pair of limbs behind my back. I was helpless, at his mercy, with that big cock massaging, no, destroying my insides. Dr. Thorpe yanked me backwards, driving his cock farther in.
“No, Dr. Thorpe! I promise to behave from now!” I somehow managed to speak.
Suddenly I felt both of my hands being held by a single one of his – and Dr. Thorpe’s free hand jerked around my hips, landing squarely on my pussy. Those filthy fingers of his began rubbing my clit, a wonderful sensation unlike any I had ever known. He circled and swirled and whatever else was going on… I couldn’t begin to describe it accurately. With my pussy being stuffed so roughly, it was all I could do to stay conscious. That massive piece of manmeat pulverized my innards, but I was loving every second. And as his fingers worked diligently… that is when I first felt the impending satisfaction.
“Now, Claudia,” he said abruptly, “I want you to put your special solution on this dirty thing. I want you to wet it down with all you’ve got. Keep on polishing it with your pretty pussy, and don’t you dare stop until you feel your liquids cascading down onto my filthy tool!”
“Yes, Dr. Thorpe!” I shouted so stridently that I thought my vocal chords might have broken.
I lifted and slammed my ass onto his hardened dick… time and time again. My legs began to shake uncontrollably. There was a brilliant eruption of sheer pleasure taking place right inside my slit. I knew what this was, even without having felt it before, I knew damn well what was about to happen. And I wasn’t about to stop. He’d punish me if I did…
“Oh god, Dr. Thorpe I’m so sorry for disobeying you… Let me make it up to you with my liquids. I’ll polish that filthy thing you’ve got jammed inside me!”
“Go on, Claudia,” was his only reply.
And in that moment I felt the burning heat of an unparalleled orgasm exploding from my pussy. With legs quivering and pussy spasming around his thick cock… my cum, something I’d never even seen, burst from my lips and out onto his delicious sex. I looked down, panting hard, watching with fascination as the liquid dripped out – a frothy white mixture of who knows what.
“Good, Claudia!” Dr. Thorpe intoned. “Now spin around here and wipe it off, finish polishing this clean thing.”
And so I somehow managed to lift myself from his cock, falling to my knees, and inserting that gorgeous cock into my mouth… tasting the liquids I had just expelled. I couldn’t believe how good I was. Maybe it was Dr. Thorpe’s precum I craved, but whatever it was, I couldn’t get enough. I polished his dick from top to bottom, licking it clear of all the debauchery which h
ad taken place – my legs and pussy still reeling with untold pleasures.
“Rub it, Claudia, rub it!” Dr. Thorpe roared.
I took hold of his cock with both hands, stroking rapidly, feeling the increasing, ever growing throbbing of his pleasure pole. And suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, I witnessed an eruption of white, goo fire from his cock. It shot at least three feet into the air. Big squirts, three or four of them, and as I kept stroking, three or four more little ones shooting several inches into the air came about before falling back down onto his cock and coating my hands…
He moaned loudly, leaning back in the chair with a sign. I, on the other hand, fell forward face first into his lap. Letting my head rest on his inner thigh, not caring that his cum would be sticking to my hair (despite all the horror stories I’d heard of this).
We stayed like this for perhaps a minute or so, breathing heavily, and yet entirely satisfied. At least I thought so… but the sound of Dr. Thorpe’s voice greeted my ears as he spoke a sentence which not only frightened me, but excited me beyond all reason.
“Uh oh, Claudia,” he said, taking a long pause between the words as I cocked my head upward to stare into his eyes. “Now you’ve gone and made a real mess!”
I think I’ll try to be late every night…
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 29
It had been several years since my parents had drifted apart. They had eventually settled on divorce, no matter what they tried there was no bringing back that spark that they had once had. I saw it fade right before my eyes. I could see that my father wanted to move on, after a short while he was already lonely, but no woman seemed to stick around long enough to get to know him like my mother had.
It was just my him and I for the longest time. I was freshly nineteen years of age and had just begun college by this time. It was a new and awkward time in my life and I was loving every second of it. Usually, I was quite the introvert, but starting my tertiary studies pushed me to slowly creep out of my shell. I was being coaxed into uncomfortable situations left and right, perhaps that was what urged me to do what I did.
On one particularly lonely night, my dad came home from work and as he generally did after a long day, collapsed on the couch beside me. He sighed heavily.
“How was your day?” he asked me. We chatted nonchalantly for awhile when the topic arose.
“Not that I don't enjoy your company kid, but I feel like I am missing something these days,” I knew what he was getting at. He needed a woman in his life, someone to care for him and love him unconditionally, or as it would turn out, conditionally. I knew that he was struggling. I wondered what I could possibly do to help him find what he was missing.
That was when it hit me. It took a few thoughts to pass before I settled on one that could actually resolve this dilemma. It was an outrageous thought to say the least, but I was sure that after everything, all that he had tried, this would help my dad get out of his evident funk.
“Have you tried internet dating?” I questioned. Being the technologically challenged man that he was, I already knew the answer.
“No, I haven't even thought of it,” he confessed, blushing. I offered to help him set up a few accounts, to get the ball rolling. We searched for a few things, mostly sites that were insistent on long term relationships, not just hook ups. He was past that for sure. He needed something real.
“I am heading to bed,” it was getting late and reading the messages he was receiving was creeping me out just a little, after all this was a little too close for me, his son, to be in this situation. The women he was speaking to were getting too hot and heavy for my liking.
He smiled toward the computer screen, the bright like gleaming off his face as he replied.
“Alright son, I'll see you in the morning,” he said. He barely even looked at me as I made my way out of the room and up the stairs. I wondered within myself what I had gotten him into. In a swift few months I would certainly find out, but I was no psychic. How was I to know at this point in time? Looking back on it, to that night, I am not even sure if I would have changed a thing. We would both learn a lesson or two from this experience.
I laid my head down on the pillow and closed my eyes. I fought back the images of the text flashing up across the screen downstairs, drawing my father in. Soon he would be getting more action than I ever had. I only wished that I had the drive to do something about it like he did. I was still a virgin at the tender age of nineteen, but sex had never really been at the forefront of my mind. I guessed that was why nothing had changed for me. I was just waiting for the right woman, and she would be arriving in my home soon enough.
The next morning I lazily walked down the polished, wooden staircase and into the kitchen. I could smell bacon and eggs, the delectable scent entered my nostrils from afar and coaxed me forward. I still had hours until I had to leave for college, but to be honest, I wanted to know if my father had gotten very far with any of the ladies he was chatting up online. I had introduced him to a whole new world and I hoped I would not regret it.
“Good morning!” he exclaimed as I entered. I sat down at the bench and seconds later a plate piled high with food landed before me.
“You're in a good mood,” I muttered through a mouthful of food. He nodded vigorously.
“Thank you for your input, won't be long and you might have a new mom, well step-mom.” he joked. I laughed half-heartedly. Little did I know his statement was half joke but whole earnest. It should not have come as a shock, I knew what he wanted and I knew how badly he wanted it. One thing I knew about my dad was that when he set his mind to something, he achieved it one hundred percent of the time. It was a trait that we shared.
The weeks passed slowly, summer gave way to fall and the weather began to get colder as the winter months approached. One evening, as we sat down to watch the football as we always did, he suggested that we have a 'talk'.
“Sure, what was on your mind?” I asked him. It sounded serious. I looked him in the eye as he stuttered what he had to say.
“I-I think I'm in love,” he announced. My jaw basically dropped. I had no words, and even if I did, there was no way I could have uttered them. So many questions ran through my mind, I was overwhelmed. I had not even seen him with a woman. I had not witnessed him readying himself for a date. Where did this come from?
“Who?” that was all I could get out. The suspense was legitimately killing me. I had to know and I knew that I would find out in a few seconds once he mustered up the courage.
“I found this new site, one which is basically just women looking for something more, like marriage.” it was ominous. I sort of knew where it was going, but I restrained myself from interrupting.
“Her name is Anika, she is from Russia,” now it was clear, a Russian mail order bride. Of course. I never thought that my father would consider such a thing. I suppose I was wrong. I listened intently, despite my hesitations she seemed to make him really happy.
“She is coming to America next week to meet me and if I play my cards right we might even get married soon,” I must have had such a confused expression plastered across my face. His brow furrowed as he eagerly awaited my response. I shook myself off and realised there was nothing I could do but support hi, I just hoped that she would not hurt him like so many women before her.
“I'm really happy for you, dad,” I smiled getting up and walking over to give him a comforting hug. I could tell how hard it had been for him to reveal this to me and I was glad that he did. Now all that was left was for us both to prepare for her arrival, I only wished that she would stay.
All too soon the day arrived when Anika would be joining us in our modest family home. My dad had spent all week preparing, cleaning the house and making his bedroom extra welcoming for her, The sheets were new and the room smelled of lavender with the new pot-puris he had spread throughout the house. I was almost as nervous as he was. My he
art beat fast as he drove away, on his journey to pick her up from the airport. Thankfully I had the morning off college so I was able to be thee when he came back from his short trip.
I heard him pulling into the driveway, the gravel rattling beneath the tires of the car as he rolled in to the home base. I held my breath, I hoped that she was everything that he was searching for.
The door knob turned and he walked into the entrance way, holding her hand. As soon as I saw her I knew that I was in a world of trouble.
“This is Anika,” he introduced her proudly as she strode in behind him. She was a dream, quite frankly every mans perfect woman. Her long, brown hair flowed effortlessly behind her, curled loosely and hanging over her slender shoulders and down her back. Her skin was pale and flawless. Her figure was the first thing that I noticed. She was tall and slim with ample breasts and wide hips that swayed as she walked. Her tight skirt and tank top definitely did its best to show off all of her amazing assets to me, a young, single virgin in the midst of Miami. Even with the plethora of women that surrounded me daily, there was no one that could hold a candle to her.