Well, here we are again, Doc. You know, our little chats are starting to become the highlight
of my week. I just love telling you my story. It feels very freeing, in a way, as though
there are shackles being taken off my wrists. You know what I mean? But I'm not here to
talk about shackles coming off today. I've been waiting all week, just thinking about
what to talk about with you. So I want to jump ahead from where we were last time. Is
that okay, Doc? You wouldn't mind if you and I moved a little faster, do you? I've just
had nothing to do except think about this little meeting of ours all week, and I don't
want to ruin it by dragging things out or boring you. The story isn't all that interesting
anyways. I've told you the most important part already about discovering how amazing
sex could be with a different partner, and I really don't need to tell you about every
little adventure I had, right? Only the ones that brought me here, so you could talk to
me and listen to me. And help me, right? Because I need your help so badly, sir. I'm just
— I'm just such a fucking whore, and I want to get better. I really do. It's just
that I love being fucked, Doctor. I love it so much. But I know that you know what is
best for me, and I wouldn't be here if you didn't, right? All the girls say that you
know what's best, and I promise that I will do anything you tell me to do, Doc. So I guess
that's just to sit here and keep telling you my stories, yeah? I can do that. I can
be a good girl and just sit here and tell you everything you want to know. I'll tell
you all about the moment when I really, really began to realize that I had a problem. It
was a while after my earlier encounters, and I was really starting to understand how fun
it could be to be really naughty. I was down at the pool hall just trying to entertain
myself. Do you play pool, Doc? Maybe someday we could meet up outside at this place and
at a pool hall? You could teach me how to play. Come on. I don't think it would be
that inappropriate. After all, those men there at the pool hall wanted to teach me that day,
and none of them found an appropriate doctor. I missed shot after shot, and as I kept struggling
and struggling, different men kept offering to help. They were so nice, Doc, just coming
up behind me, holding my hands in all the right spots with their bodies pressed up behind
mine. They bent me over the table time after time, and I ground my ass in front of their
jeans and say, help me. Don't you think it sounds fun? You'd help me like that if we
met up sometime, right? What do you mean that's not gonna happen? You really are no fun sometimes,
you know? Fine, I know, okay, story time. So these men at the pool hall, they kept coming
up to me, offering to help, but every time as I ground my body against theirs, our shots
continued to miss, and sometimes worse than when they didn't help at all. You know, Doc,
I started to suspect that they really didn't care about playing pool at all, but it seemed
like they didn't want to be too aggressive, so I had to do it for them. I called a few
of them over my way and bent over the table again. As one guy put his arms on either side
of me, I turned around and leaned in to nibble his neck, while I reached past him on either
side and ran my hands down the bodies of the closest men. They got the idea pretty quickly,
as did the other men in the place when I looked at them with a smile and licked my lips, and
before I knew it, they were all around me. I stepped away from the table so that they
could surround me completely, and ever so slowly, I went to my knees.
Doc, I know you think I'm here because I've been bad, but really, that's not me. I just,
I love to be a good girl, which is why I looked up at all those men and asked them to use
me however they fucking wanted. Everything that happened after that has been burned into
my memory, Doctor. I put my mouth on the cock of the man directly in front of me, feeling
his bulge grow into my mouth through the fabric of his jeans. With my mouth on his cock, I
looked up at him, pleading with my eyes for him to undo his pants and push it into my
waiting throat. While my mouth was busy, I reached to my sides as the next two men pulled
out their cocks and let me start stroking them. It wasn't long before I was surrounded
by cocks, moving from one to the next, sucking and licking and stroking each and every one.
I didn't know how many men there were around me, and I didn't care. All I knew is that
I wanted to taste and please them all. I played with their balls, and I swirled my tongue
around their gorgeous cocks, loving all their different shapes and sizes.
I don't know how long I was on my knees. All I knew is that my mouth was being used
by man after man, and tears were streaming down my face, ruining my makeup from the force
of them fucking my mouth. I was, did you twitch, Doc? You did. I saw you. Do you like the idea?
You know those pretty black tears rolling down my face as I gag? It doesn't just have
to be an idea, you know. It's just you and me here. All you have to do is tell me to
get down on my knees, and I'll be a good girl for you, just like I was in that pool hall.
I knew you'd say no. You're so predictable, Doc. Don't you think it would be just fun
to be a little spontaneous? Fine, fine, fine. I just think it could be more fun if you weren't
so serious all the time.
Alright, back to the story. You know, part of me thinks that you get off just from listening
to me tell you what a little slut I can be. Well, if that's all you want, then that's
what I'll give you, sir. I know how to give a man exactly what he wants. So where was
I? Oh, right, okay. I was on my knees, getting face fucked like a good little girl, and I
could hear them talking, but my mind was too lost to understand them. All I could focus
on were just the hands on the back of my head, forcing me down onto cock after cock. Then
it stopped. The chatter, the face fucking, just for a moment, silence. As I opened my
mouth to protest, a single voice cut through the air. I remember it so clearly because
it was so fucking chilling. Get her to the table, he said. That's it. Five simple words.
But the commanding tone in his voice may have been the sexiest fucking thing I'd heard.
I was still thinking about it when I felt hands all over me, lifting me into the air
and onto the table, and in an instant, there was a body on top of me, hiking up my skirt,
pulling my panties to the side. I didn't know who he was, and I didn't care. All I wanted
was to be full of cock and cum. I closed my eyes, and I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue
out so they could use me like the perfect little whore I was. Well, the perfect little
whore I am. It was incredible and overwhelming and just so fucking hot, giving up control
and letting these men use me however they wanted. One after another, they fucked my
mouth and my pussy and my tight little ass, and I loved every second of it.
And then, Doc, I've never... Doc, you need to understand. Do you cook much? Have you
ever felt a knife? Like, really felt it? I thought I had before, but I never really understood,
to be honest. I had never really felt one until that moment when one of the men began
to slide the tip of the blade up my body. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't do anything,
really, except for focus on the thrilling sensation of that cold, sharp metal slowly
scraping its way across my skin from my waist all the way to my neckline, just ever so slightly
scratching across my skin until I was lying there surrounded by the shredded remains of
my top. He held the blade gently against my flesh as he fucked me, and just that feeling,
Doc, of the tip of his knife pressed into my flesh. God, I came so fucking hard. It
was incredible. As my legs shook, coming down from the orgasm, he filled my pussy with cum
and almost immediately there was another man on top of me forcing himself into my ass one
after another, and sometimes two at a time. They came at me and on me, treating me like
a little fucking cum slut, and I loved it. I loved every second of it. I loved being
full of cum and covered in cum, and I crave it from each and every one of them. I still
crave it today, Doc, but it looks like sadly our time is up again. Maybe next time, handsome.