Dr. Sterling looked satisfied, his handsome face lighting up with a grin as he reached for the instrument again. He toyed with it, rolling it between his fingers as if in contemplation. I was surprised when he put it back down, tense by how calm he was. Without word, I’d given myself to him, freedom over my body, but the unknown still had me wary.What was he going to do to me now?
He thrust three fingers into my wet pussy all at once, making me yelp and gasp as he curled them and began pumping. The instant fullness was intense, his fingertips dragging along my internal walls, making my legs shake. Again, bordering on painful, too much, but only an undercurrent.
My eyelids slammed shut as he twisted his fingers, pushing them in as deep as they would go, pressing against what must be my g-spot. The urge to push, to release and gush built, a pressure in my pussy, above it, behind it, so strong my entire body convulsed.
Dr. Sterling slowed, shifted, settling into the chair, remaining inside me as he did. Then his slippery tongue dragged over my clit as he continued to finger fuck me.
Each thrust shot pleasure from my core, zipping and zapping all over my body, from my toes to the roots of my hair. The wet sounds were indecent, feral. His tongue rasped over my labia, and he sucked and kissed every inch of the flesh he could. He sank into me, looking just as consumed as last time, like between my legs was his heaven.
I constricted around him, about to come, about to squirt everywhere, when he eased off. Our gazes locked the instant he opened his eyes, and he looked wicked as he licked a too soft line over my clit, teasing and fluttering, rather than urgent and firm. I thrust my hips up to chase his clever mouth, but he pulled away.
“Uh uh,” he teased, enjoying himself far too much.
I watched him raise his fingers to his mouth and lick my taste from them, adding a fourth, drawing his little finger into his mouth and sucking.
“I want to see you stretched out for me,” he growled, pausing for me to refuse — which I didn’t. Then he dribbled some lube on my pussy before pushing all four fingers inside me, going slower than before. The fullness was insane, my flesh stretched around him almost to the point of pain. As he pulled and pushed, gradually picking up speed, I was lost in the sensation. He began eating me out again, seeming almost as adrift as me. Our eyes remained locked this time, both glazed over, both submerged in the act.
When he pushed his thumb inside me too, meeting only a little resistance, I shouted out in bliss — it was painful, almost overwhelmingly so, but fuck, I trusted him. He handled me with care, pushing me only as far as I was willing to go. My body was welcoming him in, sucking his hand up inside and clenching around.
He continued forcing his way in and I felt the moment I swallowed up his entire hand up, everything stretched, almost to the point where I thought I was going to rip or burst, then the very opening relaxed, slackening, closing around his wrist. His whole fist sat inside me. My body was on fire with it, aching and drowning, my blood flow all directing to my clit, desperate to explode.
“Holy fuck,” he murmured, looking down at where we joined with reverence. “How does that feel?”
“Insane,” I managed to gasp out. “Insane.”
“Going to move now.”
I nodded, and he began fucking me with his fist, slow and careful at first, but building up momentum, getting into a rhythm where my eyes rolled into the back of my head and my entire being heated. I was alive with it as pleasure coursed through me, as he twisted his hand inside me and pushed me to my limits.
“Doctor…” I breathed, an orgasm surging from the very pit of my soul. It grew into something bestial, clawing at my bones and gathering force until I crashed over the cliff and came the hardest I ever had. My vision darkened, sounds muffled, and I think I passed out for a moment. I wasn’t even aware I’d squirted until I began to return to the room, finding Dr. Sterling’s eyes on mine, his entire front and face dripping with clear fluid.
“Wow,” Dr Sterling said. His fist was still buried inside me, but he was moving it at his leisure now, his cock in his other hand as he watched.
My heart raced as he pulled out, replacing his fist with his cock without a pause. I wrapped my legs around him, tugging him closer, wanting him to fall over on me and kiss me. But he stayed up, running his hands over my body, keeping me on my back as his touch roamed over my tits, down my arms, over the globes of my ass. He brushed a finger over my opening, then did it again. His questioning gaze met mine, and that now familiar pressure returned.
Two of his fingers slid in next to his shaft, bringing that illicit stretch back. His pace picked up as his other hand began rubbing rough circles over my clit.
“I want you to come for me again,” he commanded. “I can feel you fluttering around me, see that flush on your chest. You’re close.”
This orgasm was a gentle one, soft and slow as I drifted through it, satisfying and warm like a hug rather than the punch in the face from before. I groaned and shuddered as he pounded into me once, twice, three times more, before roaring out his own orgasm.
He looked stunning, like a fucking god, as he rode through the shocks of his explosion, pouring his cum deep inside me — at least he knew I was on birth control. Muscles contracted over his body, his jaw tensed and his mouth contorted, then he relaxed, out of breath.
After a beat, he staggered back, his softening cock falling from me, and replaced with the cold metal of the speculum before I could react.
He pushed it in without preamble, then lifted my feet back onto the stirrups, tilting my hips and, still breathing heavily, almost like he was on a mission, he began widening the speculum. I watched his face as he opened me back up. He moved the overhead light close and switched it on, illuminating my worn-out pussy.
An expression of awe crossed his face.
“Look at that,” he said to himself.
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Mycumsettledonher cervix, my cream pie flooding her beautiful pink pussy just asking to breed her. My cock gave a valiant twitch at the sight, fuck, she was all-consuming. I knew we were protected, but the image of my semen buried deep in her almost had me on my knees.
I dressed fast, throwing my clothes on without paying much attention, needing to be covered but not wanting to lose my view. If I remained naked, there was no telling what I might do.
