Okay, Doc. You want me to sit right here? Sure thing. Okay, if I take off my jacket
first. Yeah. Okay. I've never done this before. You know, I'm not even sure I should be here,
but well, you got me. So what do we talk about? Why I'm here? Well, you see, Doctor, it's
really all because I am a slut. More than that, really. I am a nymphomaniac. I am a
fucking addict. It's really sort of a problem. It wasn't always like that, though. I was
a good girl. I've always been a good girl. I knew about sex, of course. I wasn't a child.
It's just that I thought it was, well, I'm just going to be honest. That's what we're
here for, right, honesty? I thought it was a little gross. I was such a prude doctor.
You have no idea. Just the thought of it. I'm such a neat freak, sir. Can I call you
sir? It's just that I don't want to be disrespectful, but Doctor seems so clinical. And you said
you want me to be relaxed, right? Perfect. Well, anyways. It was just the thought of
it. The thought of being covered in sweat and a guy's cum and in my cum, sir. Just
picture it. That wet, sticky mess down between my legs, cum dripping out of my pussy, cum
dripping from my mouth down to my tits. Can you imagine it, sir? I could imagine it vividly.
And being the neat freak that I am, it grossed me out. I understand that it was a thing that
people liked and wanted. It just wasn't something that interested me much, you know? That wouldn't
last forever, though. Well, I guess I wouldn't be here if it had, right? See, what happened
was I had this boyfriend, and he was great. Seriously. A good guy. But he didn't share
my distaste for sex. Quite the opposite, really. He was never pushy about it, but I knew that
he wanted it. He hungered for it, and I wanted to make him happy. God, did I want to make
him happy. I didn't want to have sex, but I wanted to please him so badly. So this one
night at his place, we were on the couch watching a movie. It was sweet, you know? Just really
romantic. The lights were out, and I was sitting beside him, and I thought to myself, I could
just help him. I could help him. I could make him feel good. So I leaned in, and I kissed
him on the neck and inhaled his scent. I nibbled and kissed upwards, feeling the stubble of
his chin scratching against my face. Our lips touched, soft yet firm, and I felt his arms
encircle me as I traced his lower lip with my tongue. My hands slid downwards across
his chest, fingers splayed, just feeling the strength in his body as I moved further and
further downwards until the moment that everything changed for me. As my fingertips reached into
his pants and touched his cock, I felt his body tense beneath me, his breath catching
in his throat, his eyes closed as my fingers encircled his shaft, and I could feel him
exhale against my cheek. I ran my fingers slowly, delicately over his cock, feeling
him tremble beneath me. I could taste his need on his lips and feel the desperation
in his voice as I caressed him and the feeling that overcame me. It was more empowering than
I could possibly explain to you, sir. This big, strong man was completely at my mercy,
and the feeling of that power flowed through my veins. It was irresistible. I wanted more.
I needed more. I kissed his neck and then his chest, as I stroked his cock and washed
his hands and jaw clench. I felt his hips thrust forward ever so slightly and knew that
he was completely and utterly helpless beneath my touch. The feeling was intoxicating, and
I went crazy with the knowledge that in this moment, he was mine. I wanted more control,
more power, so I didn't stop him as his hands gripped the back of my head and pushed
me down into his cock. It might seem wrong to say that I allowed him to push me down
so that I could gain control, but although he had some control of my head, the truth
was in that moment, I controlled his entire existence. Have you ever experienced that
kind of power over another human being, sir? I flicked my tongue out and I touched the
tip of his cock, and he shuddered and groaned, and I fucking lost it. I wanted nothing but
to please him, to make him lose control and lose his mind, and to know that I was the
cause of it. As I took him into my mouth, I realized that his cock was like nothing
I had ever tasted, like nothing I had ever expected. It was hard and soft, firm yet delicate.
I knew that men liked for a woman to look back up at them, so I opened my eyes to look
at him, but his eyes were closed and his head was tilted back. As I swirled my tongue around
the head of his cock, he whimpered and groaned, and his hands went to the back of my head,
forcing me to take more and more of his cock into my mouth. It was entrancing. I tried
to see how much of his length I could take down my throat, taking him until I gagged
and then letting up and trying again and again and again. I kept going, licking and sucking
and choking on his cock, enjoying the feel of it in my mouth, enjoying the challenge
of taking it down inch by inch into my throat until I felt his grip on my hair tighten,
his hands forcing me as far down onto his cock as I could go, and he came for me. He
filled my mouth with his gum, and I loved it. My fears that I wouldn't be prepared,
my fears that it would be disgusting, vanished as he came and came, flooding into my mouth
faster than I was prepared for, dripping down my chin and to my tits, and I realized how
much I fucking loved gum. It wasn't long after that before I needed more. I wasn't
an innocent girl anymore. It was all I could think of, sir. Cock inside me, gum covering
my body. Everywhere I went, the image was in my mind, consuming me. It was only a couple
weeks after that first blowjob I needed to be fucked. I played with myself every night
thinking about it, doctor. I played with myself every night thinking about it, sir, just lying
in my bed, rubbing my pussy, just coming and coming again, dreaming of being full of cock.
He wanted our first time to be special. I just wanted to get fucked. I won. I'll never
forget how it finally went down. We were at a bar, and I wanted to make him mad. I wanted
him to get jealous, to lose control, to just snap and fucking use me. Do you ever get that
way? Do you ever get mad and just need to take it out on a little slut? Come on, I'm
sure you do. No? Well, anyway, he was joking with his friends, so I went to go dance, and
I was out there dancing and having fun, and he was laughing and watching me, so I waited
until we had really good eye contact, and then I started grinding up on this guy trying
to dance with me. I put my hand on his cock, and I felt him stiffen through his jeans.
Never breaking eye contact with my boyfriend, I licked my lips and reached up to pull this
strange man's head down to my neck. His breath tingled against my skin. I can feel his hands
start to feel their way over my body. He started down at my hips, and I could feel his fingers
as they went in different directions, one hand playing downwards towards my thighs and
the other coming up towards my tits. Normally, I'd show you what I mean, sir, but I suppose
I'm feeling a little bit restrained today. You know what I mean? Well, maybe you can
just imagine it. Can you see it? My eyes lock with yours from across the room. This man
standing behind me, feeling my body grinding his cock against my ass through our clothes.
Would that aggravate you, doctor? How long do you think you could watch me licking my
lips, groping and being groped by someone else while staring straight into your eyes?
Would it make you mad watching me take him back to the bar so he could buy me a drink?
It made my boyfriend mad. Oh, God, did it make him mad? And when I sent him a text saying
that he better fuck me soon if he didn't want this guy to beat him to it, I sent him over
the fucking edge. In one second, he was next to me, whispering in my ear, telling me, commanding
me to follow him. I couldn't help myself. He walked away and I followed behind obediently.
I can be a good girl, you know. Despite everything else you may know about me, I definitely can
be a good girl, especially for someone who holds themselves with some authority, doctor.
And God, how he spoke and moved with authority. I followed him towards the exit, but we didn't
get that far. As we passed by the restrooms, he grabbed my arm and shoved me into one.
They had those single-person restrooms, and he locked the door behind us before immediately
grabbing my throat. He pushed me against the locked door and his mouth met mine and I felt
the other hand reach up my skirt. I broke off the kiss and whispered fuck me into his
ear, and in a second, he had turned me around. I felt his hand on my thigh for a moment,
then I felt him grab my panties, tugging them down to my knees. I was dripping wet as his
knees found their way between my thighs, forcing my legs to part. When he entered me, I screamed.
I couldn't help it. It hurt like I was being split in two, but it felt so fucking good
at the same time. He reached around me, putting one hand over my mouth and nose to stifle
my cries while he grabbed my hair with the other, and fucked me harder and harder. There
was no easing into this, just raw, desperate fucking. My fingers clutched at the doorframe
as he thrust into me over and over again, harder and faster each time. I realized that
I was crying, but I couldn't stop. I couldn't catch my breath to stop the tears. My knees
buckled, but I couldn't fall. I was pinned against the door by his body. I couldn't
even brace myself as my legs trembled, and I came and came on his cock, sobbing and panting.
He just would not stop. He kept fucking me, using my pussy, squeezing my tits and my shoulders,
eventually my throat as well, thrusting every inch of his cock into me, holding me up as
I went limp and just pounding my virgin little pussy over and over again until finally I
felt his body tense up and I felt his cock twitch inside me and his cum flooded me and
I came one final, powerful time, shaking and twitching and biting his hands as I came,
feeling his cum inside me as I sank to the floor like a filthy little slut.
Well, I guess that's our sign that we have to wrap it up for today, Zach. I'll see you
next time.
