Hiya, doc. Do you miss me? It's been a whole week since the last time we met. I've been
looking forward to coming and visit you this whole time. Ever since I left you, talking
to you, it's the first time I've felt free in a while. You know what I mean? So let's
do it. I'm here. You want to hear more details, right? That's why I'm coming to you. About
the bad things I've done. I know, I know. We didn't get too naughty last time, but I
have been a naughty girl, doc. I mean, I kinda told you I was bad last time, right? I pissed
off my boyfriend just so he would fuck me in a public bathroom. Remember that story,
doc? Remember how I was rubbing all up on a stranger just to make my boyfriend mad?
It was so much fucking fun. But I needed more, sir. I discovered that night I loved the feel
of being full, and I fucking needed it all the time. And well, it sure wasn't nice of
me to rile up that other guy and just leave him hanging, was it? Well, you don't need
to worry about him, sir. See, the thing is, before I left the bar that night, I slipped
my number. It's bad, I know, but I was just so curious. I know it's not an excuse for
my behavior, not for any of it, but it's the only reasoning I have to give you. I just
wanted to know what it would be like. Is that so wrong, doctor? Don't you ever wonder what
it would be like to cross a boundary? Maybe, maybe you want to cross a boundary with me?
I'd love to, you know. You could help me out of my clothes, and I could help you with whatever
you want. I learned through the course of my little adventures that I am very good at
breaking boundaries. Hmm, such a professional. But that's a turn on too, you know. I love
a man who takes his work seriously. Fine, fine, fine. We'll just talk about what happened.
That's what you want, right? You want to hear about me fucking strange men? So naughty of
you, mister. If that's really what you want to talk about, I'll tell you all about it.
You see, I just needed to know what it would be like, what he would be like. Would it be
different than my boyfriend? Would it be better? I wanted, needed to know. Besides, it was
so much fun having a secret like that. All the secret text messages, the flirty little
game I was playing with him, and when my boyfriend wasn't around, or sometimes even when my boyfriend
was sleeping right next to me, there was a certain kind of thrill to the whole thing,
doctor. His cock, his fucking cock. It was beautiful, and I could tell just from the
pictures how fucking perfect it was. I needed to know what it tasted like, what it would
feel like in my mouth, and what it would feel like in my pussy. We teased each other for
weeks. Then one day, it happened. I got into a fight with my boyfriend about some stupid
thing and I left, angry about nothing at all. I went to a bar, I drank, and I started sending
some flirty texts, and before I knew it, he was sitting next to me, and we were drinking
in his strong hands around my body, and I couldn't say no. Well, I'll be honest, I
had no desire to say no whatsoever. I felt his hands as he touched my shoulders, my waist,
and my thighs, and I fucking loved it. And when his hand touched the back of my neck,
he leaned in and whispered that we should leave. I was his. It was so fucking wrong.
My boyfriend, he had no idea where I was, and he was probably worrying about me, and
I just went to bed with this man. When we got to his place, my stomach was full of butterflies.
It was so fucking wrong. I was excited. I wanted it, but the idea of being with a man
other than my boyfriend, it was fucking nerve-racking. My hand was shaky as I unzipped his pants.
What would my boyfriend think of me? What would I think of myself in the morning? Questions
and hesitations ran through my head, and I started to question what I was about to do
and then he took my hand and he placed it on his cock and everything else melted away.
You need to understand. His cock was perfect. Incredible. As I felt it in my hand and stared
at it in front of my face, I knew there was no going back, no pulling out now. And I'm
not really a fan of pulling out anyways, doc. Anyways, since you just like to listen, just
sit back and listen then. He was so fucking hard for me already, and it was, I went into
a trance. I couldn't think about anything except kissing and licking that gorgeous cock
from balls to tip. I took the head of his cock into my mouth and I swirled my tongue
around it before I took him as deep as I could, and I held him there for a second, backed
up to breathe, and then tried again over and over, taking a little more of him each time
until I had taken him as far as I was going to go. I gagged and I tried to pull away,
but suddenly his hands were no longer just guiding my head. They were forcing me down
onto his cock, making it impossible to breathe. I panicked for a moment. When my boyfriend
held me down, I knew that he cared about me, that he wouldn't hurt me, but I barely knew
this man. I had no reason to believe he wouldn't hurt me, and I didn't care. Letting this stranger
use my pretty little mouth, surrendering to him, it was such a fucking rush. He pushed
me down farther than I could comfortably take him, and I gagged hard. I started to cry,
and as the first tears started rolling down my cheeks, he finally let me up to breathe
more, so I thought, before I was able to fully catch my breath, his cock was back in my throat,
and he started to fuck my face harder and harder until I thought I would pass out. I
couldn't breathe. I couldn't think, and I fucking left a dock. I loved giving up any
pretense of control with this man. I loved letting him use me. I loved being a drooling,
gagging little slut, and when he threw me face first to the floor and pushed his big
fucking cock into my pussy, I almost came instantly. There was nothing sweet or caring
or gentle about the way he fucked me. He pulled my hair, and he bit me, and he choked me,
but mostly he just slammed his fucking cock into me over and over again, just abusing
my tight little pussy, and I fucking loved every moment of it. I could feel his big body
on top of mine, pinning me down, trapping my movements as my legs tried to twitch while
I came over and over again for him until he shoved his cock all the way inside me and
filled me with his cum. I came again as his cock throbbed and twitched inside me, and
though part of me wanted to protest, I couldn't move or speak or breathe, and I realized that
I wanted to be full of this man's cum for reasons I could not explain to myself, so
I just lay there and let him come inside me until it was dripping out of my fucking pussy.
Would you fill me up like that if you had the chance, sir? I'm right here, you know,
sitting right here in front of you, and you're such a strong-looking man. I really couldn't
stop you if I... Fuck. Well, I guess our time being up could stop us, though. I can't wait
until I get to come talk to you again.
