“Oh, fuck,” he muttered, thrusting slowly at first. “Fuck, Lola, I’ve never felt anything like this. So wet…and…so…fucking…tight…shit.” His voice was harsh and low as he uttered each word to me between every thrust.
I let myself go, moaning and groaning into the underwear, whimpering and yelping as he pumped his cock into me harder and harder. He built a steady rhythm, until finally, he clamped his hands around my thighs and brought my wet warmth down toward him to meet each upward thrust. My head rolled back and forth. My moans were turning into muffled, warbled heaving gasps as he fucked me furiously. My body was exhausted, my spread thighs tugging against their binds and shaking like jello from the pleasurable torture he was wracking on my body. Yet somehow, the rise of another climax loomed deep within my hot, wet center.
He slowed his thrusts and reached for the speculum. My eyes, wild with fear and excitement, followed his hand. He pulled himself out of me, leaving me desperate with want, and wet the smooth round end by fucking me with it quickly. It felt so good when he dipped it into my sex. Then. Then…my eyes widened as he removed the speculum and traced a line downward…
He inserted the wet, smooth metal into the bud of my anus. I tugged and tugged at the binds, shaking my head no. But he firmly pinched my clit, and I rocked my pelvis upward, moaning in pleasure as he slid the instrument deeper into my anus while I was distracted. There it stayed, filling me. And then his cock filled me. He thrusted again and again, bringing has hands up to my bouncing breasts, going from fondling my clitoris to pinching my nipples. He pinched and released, pinched and released my hard, tingling nipples in the same rhythm as his thrusts. The pressure on my anus combined with his cock buried deep inside me caused the well to burst again, and I thought I would die from a mind-shattering orgasm.
I was screaming now. Screaming into my underwear louder than anything, and he clamped his hand on my mouth as my abdomen and pelvis convulsed beneath him. I felt more warm wetness pouring out of me as I squirted again. He quickly pulled out and moved like lighting around the table. He removed the underwear. My loud, moaning scream rang out for a split second before he muffled me again, this time with his large, pulsating cock. He fucked my mouth, gagging me a bit, but not so much that I would choke or throw up. He gave two deep thrusts into my mouth. “Suck,” he gasped. “Tighten your lips around my cock and flick the tip of your tongue on the head like I did with your clit, and suck the shit out of me. Now, Lola.”
His order was gruff and aggressive, and I enjoyed following it as he cupped my head and fucked my mouth. My sex still pulsated as I sucked his cock with my lips and circled and flicked my tongue on the head of his cock. This…this I could do. I had never done it before, but I felt incredibly turned on with the power I could wield with my lips and tongue. I stopped my efforts for a brief moment. He looked into my eyes, tugged at my hair to get a better angle, and gave one last powerful thrust as I sucked him hard. The stream of hot liquid was not unpleasant. I swallowed most of it as he buried himself to the very back of my throat. There was so much—some of it oozed out of the corners of my mouth and down my chin.
Dr. Grayson shuddered uncontrollably. He stayed in my mouth as his cock pulsated and throbbed and he continued ejaculating. I swallowed again as he pulled lovingly at my flaxen hair.
When his cock twitched a few times and was finally still, he slid out of my mouth. We stared into each other’s eyes, unblinking. We were both breathing heavily, gasping for breath. He wiped a bit of his wetness from my chin before moving his hand down my belly and bending to untie my legs. He gently removed the instrument from where it had probed my body and placed it back on the metal tray to be sanitized. Then the doctor ever so gently untied my wrists. He massaged my wrists, and then helped lift my shaking torso into a sitting position.
He then kneeled at my feet and rubbed the circulation back into both of my ankles. When he straightened, I looked up at him expectantly, awe and admiration in my eyes. He placed two fingers beneath my chin and tilted my head up. He kissed me deep, with fire and heat and passion. I wrapped my arms around his neck, reveling at the fact that I could touch him now. I played with his hair as we kissed, and he groaned. I slid my fingernails down his smooth back, and he shuddered.
When the kiss ended, I placed my palms against his chest and looked into his stunning gray-blue gaze. “I will always remember this,” I said. “You’re a part of me now.”
“Your boyfriend is a lucky guy,” he said. “He will enjoy you.”
Boyfriend.
Paul was the last thing on my mind at that moment. I looked away, but Dr. Grayson placed his hand on my cheek and forced me to look him in the eye. “I will remember this too. And I would like to remember it again…if you’ll come for a follow-up visit. Perhaps somewhere a bit more…comfortable?”
I grinned from ear to ear.
We gathered up our clothes and dressed. I left the room first, leaving Dr. Grayson to clean it. The lights were off in the private offices, the nurse who had checked me in long gone. As I’d been instructed, I made sure to grab his card from the desk on the way out.
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