Dr. Price - Sex Stories

Dr. Price

... seriously. "Dad, you know, all you have to do is ask if you ever want me to do something for you...casts or no casts."

He gave her a wan smile. How should he interpret that? All he knew was that at this moment he was in heaven. A half-naked beauty was working his cock with a finger shoved up his ass. He hadn't felt this good in years.

As she continued to work his prostate, the pulsing began to pick up in both frequency and intensity, and the pre-come was starting to ooze down his cock. The added slipperiness was useful and she began to slowly work his cock up and down with her right hand. He was breathing harder now.

"I know you're close. I can feel your prostate beginning to firm up. Don't hold anything back, Dad. Let go completely."

She knew he was going to have the orgasm of his life and she loved that she could do this for him. She loved the taste of pre-come but knew that it would probably freak him out to the core if she used her tongue to taste it. She felt his prostate go rock hard and she knew he was only seconds from release. She moved her left hand to the corona of his cock and used her thumb on the sensitive nerves under the head. She pressed hard on his prostate with her middle finger.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" He arched his back and an enormous rope of semen shot from the tip of his cock. She could feel his prostate convulse and then another load of semen leapt out of his cock. He came and came and came.

She slowly removed her finger from his anus and ...

... gently stroked his cock avoiding the sensitive head. "Well, that was an impressive load," she said. The towel covering his chest was full of cum, as was her hand and fingers.

"Yeah," he said, "sorry about that. It's been a while."

"There's no need to apologize," she said. "Dad, there are several studies that report that men who orgasm frequently have fewer prostate problems. You need to take care of yourself on a regular basis." She winked and then said, "Or, you could let me take care of you when I'm home."

"Normally, I'd be mortified by this discussion. But I guess in light of recent events, I'm not so embarrassed."

She laughed with him and cleaned him up.

The next day, the physical therapist visited Tom and taught him how to get out of bed, with help, and how to use the medical toilet that Rhianna had rented. Because both of his hands were still in casts, he needed a lot of help. She taught him how to get into and out of the wheelchair as well. Rhianna was able to wheel him onto his back deck for a few minutes of sun before he decided it was time to catch a nap.

That evening he ate dinner on the couch in front of the television. He felt pitiful having to rely on Rhianna to spoon feed him, but the alternative was for him to eat like a dog with his face in the plate. They both got a good laugh out of the mental image of that.

It had been a big day, and after dinner Tom decided to call it a night. "Dad, would you be comfortable with me sleeping upstairs in my ...