The Doctors Orders - Sex Stories

The Doctors Orders

... are!" he declared, his words a mixture of accusation and desire. She felt betrayed by her own desires, trapped in the whirlwind of sensations he was creating. She did love it! Dr. Longfellow’s expert touch felt amazing, his control, his command was irresistible.

“Your tight ass is begging for attention, Emma.” As his greased-up pinky aimed, sliding up and down her quivering virgin asshole. She gasped, her voice shaky, as she tried to voice her uncertainty. "I've never...," she stammered, her voice muffled.

Her body trembled, her asshole clenched, uncertain about the new sensations she was about to experience. But he was determined. "You will surrender to me," he reassured her, his tone dripping with dominance. "Do you like my pinky in you tight asshole, Emma?"

The cold gel on his pinky made her jump, but no matter how tightly she clenched, her resistance was futile. His pinky glided past her defenses, and at first, it felt foreign and strange. Yet as he claimed her inch by inch, her body grew accustomed to the intrusion. His thrusts became more rhythmic, and her hips rocked with his, her moans of pleasure growing louder.

As Dr. Andrew Longfellow's finger thrust into her virgin ass, Emma's body was engulfed in a whirlwind of sensations. The initial shock and pain of penetration sent her screaming, but it was quickly followed by a strange mix of pleasure and pressure. She moaned loudly, her hips instinctively moving in response to his finger's rhythm, betraying her ...

... own surrender even as her mind fought to resist.

He knew he had her on the precipice of surrender. He ripped off the tape and removed the panties from her mouth, casting it onto the floor. Her screams of pleasure erupted like a chorus of angels. Her body edged closer and closer to release. “Do you like this Emma?l

She couldn't help but call out, “Oh God, yes”, pleasure coursing through her veins, begging for more. “Please, oh god please don’t stop!” As she heard her own words she could believe what she heard. His fist pumped his fingers and pinky into her as his tongue consumed her clit.

“Good girl, Emma, beg from his pleasure like the slut you are,” he said pushing her further, “Tell me that you are not just a slut but that you are my slut.”

Emma's mind swirled with a mixture of pleasure, desire, and resistance. She moaned in response, her body betraying her convictions even as she muttered, "No! ... Oh god, you're going to make me cum,” her climax building, her body thrashing around in pleasure. “It… feels so good.” She mumbled, “but I…I don't want to be a slut."

Dr. Andrew Longfellow, his finger deeply embedded in her ass, his face dripping with the scent of her juices, he locked eyes with her from between her legs and spoke in a low, commanding tone, "You already are a slut, Emma. Now surrender to the pleasure and commit to being my slut, to please you how I want to please you."

Emma's mind raced, the intensity of pleasure making it difficult for her to ...