Something told me that I’d find a way.
His hands barely grazed my skin on the way down my body to where they came to rest between my legs. The biting, rasping gloves tugged me, made the flesh under my public hair smart and tingle as each stubbly hair was tugged under the rubber gloves.
He pushed his cock deeper inside my mouth until finally his tip pushed fully against my throat. The further down me he went the bigger and harder he felt. I wanted those balls on my face. I wanted his prick jammed down my throat, choking me, making me gag. I decided to do whatever it took to get both things exactly where I wanted them. Dr. Blumfield already felt good, just where he was, with one hand motionless on my sex, and the other moving back and forth between my tits.
Very gently, I touched my teeth on either side of his dick. Flicking my tongue up and down that tiny place on the underside of his cock got him to shiver. Up and down, up and down. The more I licked, the harder his hips pistoned back and forth and the more his fingers stroked against my folds. Finally, when I heard a soft little groan escape his lips, I bit down harder. After I had been working on him for only a few seconds and at the exact same time as a little trickle of pre-cum dribbled out of Dr. Blumfield and down my throat, he crammed two fingers straight inside my cunt. I was so wet, so achingly wet, that they just slid right on in – no resistance at all. He curled them inside me, tickling that little pl
ace on my front walls, and made me squirm.
I strained against all of my bonds. Tugged on the belts at my ankles, and tried to thrash my way out of the restraints on my wrists. I wanted to grab him, suck him, push him backwards, and climb on top of him and make him fuck me first in the pussy, then in the asshole. I was hungry. I wanted this more anything. But, the harder I struggled, the tighter the bonds became. One of the hoses bit so deep into my wrist that I wrenched myself to relieve the twisting skin. It hurt so, so bad, that rubber biting into my flesh, but at the same time, I never wanted it to stop.
Dr. Blumfield squeezed another finger inside my snatch and ground his palm against my clit so hard that I had to stifle a little scream. Three fingers stuffing me, another one teasing my pucker, and the heel of his hand grinding away made the flush across my chest burn hotter as the doctor pushed his cock harder against my throat.
“Relax,” he said in a whispering, breathy voice. “Just relax. I know you want more. I can tell you’re hungry for it – for me.” He took the grasping hand away from my breast and ran two fingers up and down my neck. “Relax, Alex. It will only hurt for a moment. Just imagine the feeling of having me jammed in both ends of you. Just like this.”
I opened my jaws as wide as I could manage and did my best to relax my bound throat. Just once I managed to convince Walter to let me try and swallow him. I got it just inside, and started to gag. Walter, being Walter, got irritated, pulled away.
The doctor pushed in again, harder and deeper. I felt my throat ease open as I relaxed, just like he told me to do. And, just like he said, the stretching – the fullness everywhere he moved inside me – was incredible.
A hot wave sloshed up my immobile body, and again I struggled against my bonds. I knew I wasn’t going to get away, but I wanted to feel everything. I wanted to feel the rubber, the leather, all the prickles and tugging and stretching, all at the same time.
Dr. Blumfield moved so slowly that I was able to feel, to experience every single line and curve of the body moving against me, filling me up. All those emotions I felt when I was first with Walter – excitement, adventure, and just a little bit of naughtiness – all came flooding back. The surge of emotion washing over me and the immense physical pleasure the doctor caused, well, it did something to me. Flicked a switch.
Giving in, giving up control, and letting this tall, dark, beautiful man take me however he wanted made me feel, in a strange way, safe. I felt like I trusted myself entirely to him.
Trust.
Appreciation.
Those words rolled around in my head. The dizzying intensity seared my mind.
Dr. Blumfield stroked my face, then my neck, again. Deeper, harder he drove his hand against my sex.
“Good, Alex. Good,” he purred, “Do you feel me? Do you feel every single inch of my cock inside your throat? My fingers inside your pussy? Do you like how that feels?”
I groaned and flicked my tongue around the base of his cock, almost touching the heavy balls that were just out of reach. As slowly as he pushed inside, he slid out, but never once stopped the grinding, the slow rotating, inside my pussy.
The void he left in my throat ached. Physically it hurt, but also he left a space that reminded me of everything I’d been missing. More than anything, I wanted him back inside me. I wanted him close. I wanted...
“Alex?” His voice broke my train of thought. “Alex, it’s time to discuss terms.”
“Terms?” I sputtered, trying to concentrate as he finger-fucked me deeper and sweeter.
“Remember, quid pro quo. I do for you, you for me.”
“Yes – yes, Dr. Blumfield. Anything you want. Anything at all.”
“I had a feeling that’s what you’d say. It’s very simple.” He curled his fingers inside me for emphasis. Pushed the heel of his hand hard against me. “You belong to me. You do what I say, when I say. Clear?”
“I... but what about Walter? Won’t he know?”
“Not if you don’t tell him. I’ll keep my demands reasonable. No midnight calls and no showing up at your house. But if I want you, you come.”
Nervously, I laughed.
“The only people that have to know are you and I. You get to keep feeling like you do right now, and I get, well, you.”
The little voice in my head fell silent. Every word he said sunk deep. I chewed my lip. I asked myself if I thought I could handle something like this.