Page 26 of Doctor Stuff

Burying himself in the grip of my ass, his body flush against my burning cheeks, I feel him throbbing within me while I’m coming. I can feel each pulse of his cum as it forces its way past my tight ring and spurts deep inside me. I can feel every flex of his cock as he shudders and rocks, my ass milking him of every last drop.

When his hand on my neck finally relaxes, I go completely limp. Wrung out. Almost insensible.

I feel him disengage, but I don’t even bother to try and see what he’s doing. My hole gapes in the cool air and I close my eyes, concentrating on my breathing. Wondering why that felt so damn good.

Why it was so damn hot.

Something pushes against my abused hole and I whimper.

“This is another plug. A little bigger than the one before to help you stay nice and stretched.” His voice is low, soothing. Almost kind as he pushes the toy into me. Even though it’s bigger than the previous plug, it’s not wider than his cock, and it settles easily inside me. I realize it’s going to keep his cum in me while I walk out of the office and I don’t know if I’m grateful or humiliated. “Make sure to wear it next week. I’m not sure which hole I’ll want to use.” He chuckles. “Although, if you don’t wear it, it will definitely be your ass.”

My body clenches at the thought of him using my ass like this again when it hasn’t been stretched and I whimper, nodding my head. I can feel my skin rubbing along the wet leather where my tears have pooled.

Dr. John gives my welted cheeks a good rub.

“Very good. I’ll see you next week, Traci.”

As I get to my wobbly feet, he’s already moving back behind his desk.

This time I don’t fool myself with pretense. I already know I’ll be back.

The End