He bound my other arm just as tight then took another lap around me, touching, feeling, and caressing every part of my naked body. Just like the hoses on my arms, his gloves hitched and pulled on the tiny hairs covering my arms, legs and belly. Every single time, without fail, the littl
e tugs made me pull quick breaths into my lungs.
A trail of warmth followed his fingertips down my neck, between my breasts and over my navel. Surges of pleasure starting between my legs radiated outward, spilling over my thighs, just like I felt when he was grinding those fingers inside my cunt.
“You’re doing it again, Alex,” he said, “You’re arching your back. It’s almost like you want something from me. Almost like you want me to stick my fingers back inside you, or maybe you want me to play with your asshole again. Which is it, Alex? Or, do you want something else?”
I lifted my head and looked between my knees at Dr. Blumfield, now shirtless. The dark dusting of hair trailing down his chest drew a line down to his belt. The muscles of his chest surprised me, even though I noted how tight his shirt fit earlier, and his rippling abs only partially obscured by that wonderful hair, were completely unlike anything Walter ever had.
As he stalked around the table again, Dr. Blumfield unbuckled his belt and wrenched it out of his pants with a dramatic thwip!
“We can’t have you looking around, either. Here, this should help.”
I knew what was coming before he did it, but nonetheless, the feeling of my head being reclined against the table’s headrest, the hint of pussy juice clinging to his fingers, and the belt going around my throat were almost too much. The doctor bound my neck in such a way that I could not move my head at all to look around, but breathing was easy. I was a little afraid that as soon as he touched me again, I’d just explode all over the place. After so long, so much frustration, I knew it wouldn’t take very much to send me over the edge, but I hoped that I could last at least long enough for him to get his cock part of the way in me.
Cock? What are you thinking Alex? His cock inside you? This is insane!
And it was. But, again, I was so far past caring that nothing was stopping me, and I sure as Hell wasn’t stopping the doctor. Even if I wanted to, which I didn’t, I was helplessly tied down. Tight leather belt, those ancient restraints on my ankles, and the hoses on my wrists.
No moving, I was at his mercy, totally and completely.
It was all I ever wanted.
He caressed my face once more with his latex-clad fingertips and then took a step back. I heard rumpling, zipping, and then shoes hitting the floor behind me before he bent over my helpless body.
Finally, he had taken off that mask. A hair-thin crease ran along his cheeks where the mask’s rubber band sat, and there were tiny red marks on either side of his nose. And those eyes – oh my God those eyes – burned with a dark fire so intense that I was almost afraid of what he was about to do. Almost afraid.
When he touched me next, he slid his hands down my arms and to my hips, then back up my belly and on either side of my tits. I’ve had my breasts fondled plenty of times by Walter – in fact, that’s about what our foreplay devolved to lately – but nothing had ever compared to what Dr. Blumfield did. Those tacky, tugging gloves made my round, pink nipples stiffen up all over again as he traced lazy circles around my areolas with his thumbs. By the time the pads of his thumbs got almost to my peaks, he had moved his body closer as well, and the tip of his cock was less than an inch from my cheek.
He was long, thick and only half-hard at best. I could only see about half of it, but noticed that thing was twice as big as Walter’s already. Imagining him, fully hard and ramming my pussy full of that huge cock, I felt another little trickle of juice run out of my snatch and disappear into my asshole. God I wanted it – wanted him.
Dr. Blumfield’s thumbs broke my little fantasy with a pinch on either nipple that, at first, hurt. As he twisted and gently tugged, the preceding flash of agony quickly subsided and turned to warm, wet pleasure.
He squeezed, hard, with the rest of his fingers. That, too, hurt at first, but soon I wanted him to do it again and again. “Please! Please pinch me harder, doctor!” I said, but he shushed me.
“No, no, Alex. Doctor knows best. No talking now. But, I would very much like it if you helped me get ready to treat you.”
Next thing I knew, I felt the heavy warmth of his prick against my face. All I could see if I turned my head as much as possible was the line of hair from his chest ending above a tree-trunk of a cock. The smell of him – of his musk, his balls, and his hair – lit some kind of fire in my belly. My nipples got, again, harder. The tiny gusts of wind coming across the room from the air conditioner vent were enough to make my flesh pebble. As he stroked his dickhead across one cheek, then my lips, all I could think about was how much I wanted to suck him. How much I wanted to swallow a big, thick load and how much I needed that tool in my cunt.
Then I had another thought. I’m ovulating. If he puts it in me...
Something about the idea that this beautiful man’s seed could fill me up and... I had to stop thinking about that. Fucking him was crazy enough. Way past crazy enough. Wanting him to come in me, pump me full of jizz, right then? Way, way past crazy enough.
But, still. I just couldn’t shake the thought. Why not? Walter can’t give me a baby. He ‘tried’ for years. Maybe...
Luckily, the doctor pulled me out of that rabbit hole by shoving his cock in my mouth.
Instinctively, I explored the Dr. Blumfield’s ample cock head with my tongue. Following each line, curve and crevice, was the most teasing appetizer imaginable.
“Mmm... Just like that, Alex, yes,” he groaned, “God you’re good at this.”
He ran a thumb down my neck and then resumed his lusty, deliciously rough tit handling. Thumbs circled my nipples for a moment, and then he just grabbed handfuls, pinching my pebbled flesh between his fingers, gripping my sensitive, aching breasts and crushing them between his palms. He took his thumbs and slipped them against his shaft inside my mouth. Once wet, he put them back on my nipples, turning and pulling. A half-second later, I realized that my entire torso was covered in a prickly-hot, red sex rash.
“Oh, you like this, don’t you? Don’t you wish Walter would do this for you?”
I nodded as best I could, which wasn’t much, and murmured a “mhm” around Dr. Blumfield’s cock as it pumped between my lips.
Harder he pushed in and out of my mouth. Only a couple of inches were crammed inside, but he was already almost to the entrance of my throat. There’s another thing I always wanted Walter to do – cram his dick all the way down me, all the way until his balls sat on my face and I could swallow every inch of him. The only difference is that the man who was actually giving me the treat I had longed for was so much bigger than Walter that I didn’t know if I was going to be able to manage.