“Oh, please don’t stop, sir,” I said, breath stuttering. “I’ve never had such a feeling. Please don’t stop.”
“I hadn’t intended to,” he said, bending over my back, his clothes feeling coarse against my skin after all that pleasure. He kissed my back and then he licked up the length of my spine. He ran the bulb over the outside of my right thigh, pressing it over the crease of my hip and surprising me with how deeply I felt the touch.
“There is more I want tonight,” Dr. Underwood said, barely sounding like himself, all the sweetness gone and replaced with a dark grit that made me pant.
I wanted to tell him that I’d come up with a few suggestions myself, but before I got to the words, he was circling my cunt with a finger from behind, his touch dipping inside just a bit at first before pressing deep. He teased every inch of skin between my legs with the instrument except for my swollen little nub, all while I gasped and squirmed on his finger. Soon, sooner than I expected, there was a second finger, pumping fast enough to stop my lungs.
“Yes, yes, please, sir!” I said, although I wasn’t certain what I was begging for next.
Dr. Underwood made the decision for me, covering my clit with the fast buzz of the machine, holding it steady as he fucked me roughly with his fingers.
“Your cock,” I said, realizing suddenly what I wanted so badly, even as I was flying to the edge. “Give me your cock, sir. Please. Please.”
“You’ll have it soon,” he promised, almost snarled.
And before I could plead again, he tilted his fingers down inside of me, pushing hard with the machine again. Light and heat and wonderful, violent sensation exploded inside of me. My knees crumpled beneath me, and Dr. Underwood dropped the toy, letting me land on top of it as he drew his fingers out. I whimpered and squirmed over the machine, too sensitive to take it again and too weak to lift myself.
There was a rustle of fabric behind me. Hard, unsteady breaths and grunts fell from Dr. Underwood’s lips. I managed to push the instrument out from under me, and it landed on the floor, rattling and echoing in the room. But the doctor didn’t make to pick it up, to stop its clatter. Instead, his hands landed on my hips, lifting them up into the air even as my chest slid down to the cushion of the chaise, my body gone limp. He slid his cock inside of me with hardly any resistance. He wasn’t a big man, but I didn’t mind. I wanted to feel his hips snapping against my body, hear him fall apart, even if I couldn’t come again. I turned my head, twisting to try and see him, when a hand clamped down on the back of my neck.
“No,” he grunted, “don’t watch.”
My brow furrowed, lips parting to speak, just as he drew out and slammed in again, knocking the words out of me. I felt fuller, and he was throbbing inside of me. Maybe he wasn’t such a small man after all. His hand on the back of my neck shifted, and calluses I hadn’t thought a gentleman would have scraped over my skin. His other hand tightened on my hip, and the span of his fingers was wider than before.
There was a low growl from behind, something more animal than man, and then he pulled almost entirely out of me again. He didn’t slam this time, he couldn’t. Suddenly, he barely fit. I made a small aching sound as his cock stretched me wide. I looked up from the cushion of the chaise, and against the wall, a shadow loomed, stretched so tall it reached the high ceiling and then bent around the corner. The shape was broader than before, shoulders hulking and hair sticking out wildly.
Hot thighs hit the back of my legs and even still, I was being stretched inside, slow with pulses like a heartbeat. Dr. Underwood was grunting behind me, sounding near to pain.
“Doc—Dr. Underwood?” I whispered.
The shadow’s shoulders on the wall rolled, and the head shifted, tipping back and warping across the ceiling. A sigh rumbled behind me as the cock nudged gently, all but making my eyes cross with how stuffed I felt, how many places he touched inside me.
“No doctor here, girl,” the voice growled behind me. “He calls me Mr. Tanner. You can call me Sir too.”
I groaned as he drew out slowly and sank back in even more carefully, but my body was ready for him this time, and the tightness only burned enough to flicker heat through me.
“Yes, Sir,” I said, studying the shape of the figure on the wall, wishing he would let me turn to see him.
“Good girl,” Mr. Tanner said. “Now shout if you like to.”
It took four heavy thrusts for me to find air in my lungs, but when I did, I shouted loud and long for him, praising him. I could not move, he held me fixed by my neck and hip, but he shifted me until my shouts turned high and thin, the fat head of his cock striking a spot that made my fists clench and my arms thrash against the cushions. There were no good words for how it felt, electric and heavy, my blood ringing like a church bell with every stroke of his length in my cunt.
“That’s it, little girl,” he said. “Squeal for me.”
I came, and my head was too full of light and sensation to hear what came out of my mouth, but it had him laughing against me. His thumb stroked over the nape of my neck as he held still inside me, the clasp of me too tight for movement. When I settled down, shivering wildly, he turned us fast on the chaise until I was seated on his lap, facing the fire. We both groaned as I sank down a little further on his lap. Well, he groaned and I whimpered.
“Bounce,” he told me.
My legs were trembling, but I could see a little more now, the great width and corded muscles of his thighs, the torn fabric of Dr. Underwood’s pants turned to scraps on the floor. The hair on his legs was a rust red, gleaming by firelight, with white scars scattered over his skin. I braced my hands in front of me and, ignoring the burn in my legs, bounced down onto his cock, massive and red inside of me, dark hair tickling my swollen flesh. He hummed behind me, and I resisted the urge to turn my head. He had not given me permission.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a giant’s hand swing down to the floor and then it was stretching out to me, the doctor’s machine buzzing in his grip.
“Want you shivering around me once more, then I’ll fill you up,” Mr. Tanner instructed me.
I took the tool out of his hand. It looked much larger in my small grip, and it shook wildly. I tightened my fingers and brought it eagerly between my legs, immediately moaning my gratitude as I pressed it to my clit. I could feel myself soaking his cock, making the ride slippery, and with the buzz of the machine I worked myself onto him with new fervor. My eyes slammed shut at the overwhelming stretch, the stinging heat stirring in my clit.
A crack sounded in the room as a meaty hand landed playfully on my ass. The same bright burn between my legs echoed around my hips with his slap.
“Yes, sir!” I said. I’d been spanked before, but not like this, not when I was so close to an edge. I clutched around him and heard his grunt.
“Naughty girl,” he growled, but I thought I heard a smile. “You’ll fit right in at that house.”
Then he slapped again, the other cheek, and I cried out, pressing harder with the bulb, my thighs burning with the effort of my movement. I thought my body might give out and I was right, but before it did, Mr. Tanner’s huge hands cupped my hips, his fingertips almost meeting, and he took the work over for me. He used me like a doll, his feet braced on the floor as he thrust up inside of me.
My head fell back on my shoulders, and I made every gasping, pleading, whimpering noise there was, many I’d never made before. My hand turned numb around the handle, and then a star lit up in my core, my belly, and behind my breasts and eyes, bright bursts of pleasure flaring up and taking over until I was lost to them entirely, floating away on the feeling.
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