by JB Duvane
He made a noise as if he were about to say something, but instead he just loosened his tie—jerking it back and forth for a few seconds—and stared. He just let his eyes drink in the sight of me masturbating my needy pussy in front of him—in his office, leaking my juices all over his furniture. The heady smell of my arousal filled the air, and I moaned as I rubbed myself, circling my swollen clit with one finger, my mouth slightly open. I had never done anything like this before, but Max brought out the animal in me.
"Max, I know you want to fill me." I purred. "Look at me, opened up for you, waiting for you to fill me up."
His eyes looked drunk with lust. I pushed a finger into my pussy. "I just want to taste your cock so bad, Max. So bad. I felt how big you are, Max. I want that massive cock of yours in my mouth. Just bring it to me, and I'll show you. I want to drink your come. I need it inside me.” I swirled my finger around my overly sensitive folds, nearing orgasm, smiling at him seductively as I played with myself.
I watched as Max began to break. He cleared his throat again, then slowly untied his tie and pulled it off completely. He carefully unbuttoned his shirt, and stood, undoing his belt as he approached me, staring at me like I was his prey. He stood in front of me, almost menacingly, unzipping his pants and pulling out his throbbing cock. Mere inches from my face, his cock stood at full attention. Smooth and hot and pointing right at me, threatening to spear right through me.
"Oh, god, Max, please let me suck it.”
Max growled, putting his hand on the back of my head, not forcefully, but very firmly. I relaxed into his touch—my hand still fingering my pussy—and allowed him to guide me. I parted my lips and anxiously awaited my first taste of his smooth cock. I had dreamt of what his come would taste like for much too long, and I was thirsty to drink from him.
I stared at his perfect cock, then flicked my eyes up to his face. "You're a bad doctor, Dr. Max."
“Yes, but that doesn't make you a good girl,” Max gruffly replied.
My eyes stayed on his as he guided my lips to his cock, touching the head to my full pink lips. He circled my gloss-coated lips with the pre-come coated head of his cock for a moment before sliding it into my mouth. I let out a low moan that vibrated around his cock head as the weight of it pressed against my tongue, stretching my mouth wider than it had ever been before. He was so much thicker than I had imagined, and when I closed my lips around him he filled my mouth completely. My pussy ached, wanting to feel his thickness fill it completely. My nostrils flared, breathing in his musky scent of manhood. I closed my eyes a moment, savoring his taste and the feel of his thickness sliding in and out of me.
His hand clenched around my hair, pulling a wad of it into his fist and tugging slightly, which drove me insane. I had never felt anything like I did when he touched me, and I wanted more. I wanted more of everything he had.
"Look into my eyes when you suck me, Emily." He firmly instructed.
I opened my eyes and he was looking down at me. When my eyes locked to his, he pushed forward, shoving his cock toward the back of my throat and making my eyes tear up. I tried to back away. I wasn't used to anything touching my throat that way. But he held my head firmly—not letting me move, but not moving himself either. I could feel the veins in his cock pulsing against my tongue, his erection impaling my mouth and threatening my throat. He held me there for several seconds. Anytime my eyes started to close he tugged my hair with more force, reminding me to keep my eyes on him.
Tears fell from my eyes as I struggled to breathe around his behemoth cock. I could feel my mascara being ruined, and I could taste his salty pre-come as it dripped down my throat. He finally released me and I backed off of him, trying to regain my breath. I allowed my mouth to nearly slide off as I inhaled deeply through my nose. Even though I was still struggling for breath I continued to swirl my tongue around his smooth, bulbous head, lapping up the pre-come that was leaking from him.
No sooner had I caught my breath than he slid himself back in, letting out a low growl as his shaft almost completely disappeared into my mouth. I kept my eyes on his as I swallowed him down, deeper this time than before. I sat still with my arms draped over the sides of the leather office chair—my dress still pulled up and my wet pussy exposed to the open air, begging to be filled.
"Suck me, Emily. All of me. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He stayed still now, letting my mouth wander over his shaft, allowing me to explore his shape. I felt airy yet heavy at the same time. He was mine. I had him in my mouth, just like I wanted. But I was scared of him. His size and how forceful he was. But that was part of what kept the rivers of juice running out of my pussy. I wanted him to use force. I wanted to feel the pressure of his fist as it gripped my hair or wrapped around my wrist.
My hands went up to touch him, to wrap around his cock and feel him that way, but he caught my wrists firmly, and gathered both of them into one of his hands. His firm grip was painful, but the power over me that he portrayed in the gesture turned me on even more. I moaned around his cock as he held my hands in a captive position and instructed me. “Suck, little girl. Don't touch."
I did as I was told, looking back up into his eyes with lust and adoration as I bobbed back and forth on his cock, determined to suck the cream from him and swallow every last drop. I shifted in my seat, spreading my legs further. When I did he reached his free hand between my legs and gave my needy pussy one solid slap before taking it away again. He smirked down at me, chastising me as I continued to suck, "I always knew you were a bad girl."
I sucked him harder—feverishly moaning and allowing him to thrust deeper and deeper. Tears ran down my cheeks again when he pushed his pelvis into my face. My nose was pressed against his dark pubic hair and his massive cock was lodged in my throat. I struggled underneath his firm grasp, my ass wriggling around in the chair, but I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted this feeling of being forced and used—of being held in place while he took what he wanted from me. I thought I would gag but somehow the feeling passed and I got into a rhythm with his cock sliding in and out of my mouth and down my throat.
Max breathed heavily. "Fuck, yes, little girl," he mumbled. I barely moved as he moved in and out of me, thrusting himself into my mouth and down my throat and I watched him in awe.
Suddenly his hips bucked forward, sending his cock deep inside me. A low, manly growl escaped from him as his cock swelled inside my mouth. He held my head against him with both hands while he looked down at my red, tear-stained face.
"Don't fucking move,” he said through gritted teeth. “Keep those pretty eyes right on me," he instructed. The way he told me what to do was exactly what I wanted and needed from him.
I let out a soft mew of agreement through my full mouth as I looked into his eyes. I felt him twitch, his body tensing up for a few moments, his face contorting slightly, and then a release of tension as a shudder passed through him and a stream of hot cum exploded into me. I greedily drank his essence, letting the hot, milky cream slide down my throat and nourish me.
The Truth (Max)
Emily’s soft hair was ensnarled in my fingers, and I watched as her perfect lips sucked me deep into her hot little mouth. I was in awe of how this eighteen-year-old girl—who claimed she was a virgin—could possibly know how to suck cock this fucking good. I could have blown my load all over her face the second those precious lips touched the head of my cock, but I needed to savor the moment.
When I watched her hike up that little dress of hers—exposing that perfect pink pussy to me—my mind reeled. I was always in control, but this girl really knew how to push my buttons. I wondered if I should have been worried, and if my cock hadn’t been buried in her little mouth, maybe I would have been. But I couldn't resist. Even her mother was never this fucking good.
I tried to be gentle, but she felt like such a fragile doll and I wanted to break her a little. I couldn't resist shoving my cock down her throat, fucking her face and watching her eyes widen in surprise
at what it felt like to take a man's cock all the way down her throat. I had to admit, she continually surprised me with how bold she was with me. Watching her finger herself in my office was a bit of a shock, but once she got going I felt powerless to resist. I almost felt like a teenager when she exposed that wet pussy to me for the first time. The way she opened herself up and made herself moan, it nearly made me come in my trousers.
She would get what she wanted this time, but only the way I would give it to her. I couldn’t stop myself from holding her face against me, penetrating her mouth as deeply as I could while I watched tears flow down those porcelain cheeks. When that perfectly applied mascara—one of the parts of her costume that was meant to make her look like an experienced woman—started to run down her face, I just about lost it.
Her grown woman look was gone, and now she just looked like an inexperienced and scared little girl with her mouth full of a man’s cock. The way she laid there in my chair with her pink pussy exposed—it took all I had not to pull my cock from her mouth and fuck her in every hole. The horny little thing literally begged to be filled, and a man only has so much willpower.
She tried to grab at me, but I quickly bound her wrists in my hands, twisting them into a submissive position. She yelped when I did this, and I let up just a bit, but the little vixen needed to be taught who was in charge. She needed to learn that she was going to be wrapped around my finger, not the other way around.
When my cock head hit the back of her throat and she let out that little moan—so fragile, and so small—the slight reverberations from her vocal cords massaged my engorged cock and I lost it.
I hadn't come this hard in ages, and I grimaced as I shot stream after stream down her willing throat. The front of her neck moved up and down as she swallowed every last drop of my hot seed and the more she swallowed the more I came. She milked every last drop out of me as if she were starving.
This release—the moment when I shot straight down that virgin throat and everything that led up to it—was something I had fantasized about for much longer than I'd like to admit. But my fantasies didn’t even come close to the deliciousness of the reality of my cock inside Emily’s mouth. But as I came down to earth the magnitude of what had just happened hit me.
When I finally stopped coming, I pulled my cock from her mouth without a word, and immediately concealed myself again—stuffing my still half-hard cock back into my boxers and pulling up my pants, fastening my belt, and tucking in my shirt. I grabbed my tie where I had draped it over my desk and quickly tightened and adjusted it, looking past her and into my reflection on the glass of a framed painting that hung on the wall. I ran a hand through my hair, making slow and meticulous movements, and buying myself time to figure out what the fuck I was going to do now. This could be a real fucking problem.
Emily just sat back in the chair, not having moved from her cock sucking position at all. The way she looked at me with her wide eyes—her makeup smeared, and her hair tousled from where I had a hold of it in the back—tugged at my heart and my cock. I wasn't about to let her know that though.
This shouldn't have happened. It’s not how I envisioned any of this happening at all. If anything it was going to be completely on my terms. I was going to say where and when, but now this little girl had me all fucked up in the head. I couldn’t afford to make a wrong move here. There was too much at stake. There was no way in hell I could have Emily thinking I was her fucking boyfriend now.
She stared up at me as if waiting for something more—and goddamn it did I want to give it to her. She had sucked me off just seconds ago and I was already getting hard again seeing the way she looked up at me. But I had to regain control of this situation, and fast. There were things about me that Emily didn’t need to know—dark things. This little girl might suck cock like a grown woman, but she was still a teenager for fuck's sake. She couldn’t be running around thinking that this sort of thing was going to happen any time she pleased.
“Close your legs, Emily. And fix your dress," I said, softly but firmly.
She paused, then did as she was told, thankfully. She sat up in the chair, a half-cocked grin on her beautiful face. I grabbed a tissue off of my desk and moved her chin up with a finger.
“Clean up your face.” I couldn’t have anyone who might happen to come to the door see the makeup running down her cheeks. Emily looked deep into my eyes, and leaned forward to try to kiss me.
I backed away, tossing the tissue in her lap and pretending not to notice what she had tried to do, even though I wanted to taste her lips so badly. I swallowed hard at what that meant.
When I looked back down at her she was just finishing up with a pocket mirror. I held her chin in my hand and rubbed out a smudge with my thumb—like a father might do for a young girl—then walked around to the other side of my desk, carefully pulling out my chair and taking a seat, exactly as I had been sitting before.
Neither of us said a word for a moment. Emily stood up and smoothed down the front of her dress before sitting back down on the edge of her seat.
I spoke to her slowly and softly. "Emily, you know what we just did was wrong."
I waited for her to respond. She looked down at her hands for a moment, then met my eyes with a smirk. “Am I the first patient to ever suck you off then?"
When I didn't answer right away, she looked down again. "Yeah, I didn't think so."
"Emily, I don't make a habit of engaging in these sorts of activities in my office, and it is never to happen again. If you are not able to behave yourself when you come to see me, then we are going to have to cease our sessions together."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I will not tolerate your inappropriate behavior again. I will not be coerced into situations that jeopardize the validity of our relationship. I encouraged you to come visit me so that I could help you, and events such as these are going to greatly hinder that. I think you know that, Emily."
"So you want to help me, huh?" Emily asked, her voice raising an octave. I could sense that she was on the verge of a breakdown, and this wasn't going to be good.
"Yes, Emily. I have made my intentions clear from the beginning. I would be much better equipped to help you if you would open up to me about your life and your past. I am afraid that your recent behavior is not conducive to a therapeutic environment.”
"You sure looked like you were getting some therapy a few moments ago, doctor. You know, when your cock was in my mouth?" Her voice was getting louder and she was becoming combative.
"That is quite enough. I can't have you talking like that in here. “ I told her with sternness that showed that I meant business. “I don’t think this conversation is headed in a—“
"You want to know about my life and my past?” She wasn't slowing down a bit. “I’ll fucking tell you what you want to know!”
"I need you to calm down first, Emily. Can you do that for me?" I asked her gently, softening my face and taking deep breaths in hopes that it would have an effect on her. She looked like she was on the verge of a breakdown.
"Why do you think I was sent off to boarding school, doctor?"
She nearly spat the word "doctor" at me each time she said it. The deeds to the property still sat on my desk, freshly signed. I slid them into a folder, so as not to have to look at them during this heated situation. The presence of the papers was too much of a reminder to myself that I had already let this relationship get into territory that might cause me trouble in the long run. I had led us both down this path—willingly. I was starting to think I had been too cocky. My cock was cashing checks that my heart couldn’t sign. At least not anytime soon. Now that I thought about it didn’t know how I imagined it would play out any different than it was right now.
"Emily, I would appreciate it if you would calm down first before we went any further with this conversation. I don’t feel that it’s beneficial for either of us when you react so severely to everything I say. I could also do without y
our insulting tone."
"You’re the one who has insulted me!" She burst into tears. "You're no fucking different! You claim to want to help me, but you can't handle it when you get to the truth!"
"Emily, I have asked you for the truth many times, and you have chosen not to trust me with it."
"Fine!" Emily screeched. "You want the damn truth? When I was only twelve fucking years old, my own father came into my bedroom and ordered me to take off my nightgown!” She was still yelling and making a scene, but after a long pause she calmed down. I could see the tears streaming down her cheeks even though her head was turned down.
“He touched me everywhere that night. From that time forward he came into my room whenever he felt like it and ordered me to strip naked and kneel before him. He told me if I didn't do it that he was going to tell everybody that I did it on my own—that it was all my idea.” She started to quietly sob and I handed her a tissue. It broke my heart to see her like that. I had the impulse to gather her in my arms and comfort her, but I was still feeling uneasy about what I had allowed to happen not fifteen minutes ago.
“Of course, I believed him,” she finally choked out. “Whenever I would kneel, he would make me open my mouth, and then he'd tell me he had something sweet to put in it, like it didn’t already know what it was going to be. Over the next few months, his visits became more frequent—so often that I could hardly bear to go to bed at night knowing what was going to happen.”
Emily finally looked up at me and stared into my eyes. “You wanted to know about my childhood so you could help me? Well, then help me now, Dr. Max. Why don't you pull down your pants so you can help me some more, just like my father used to do?"
That last sentence was like a kick in the stomach. I felt like all of the wind had been knocked out of me and all I could do was look at her where she sat across the desk while her cold stare cut into me—her face flushed and her eyes bloodshot.