| Straight: Threesomes: Visiting the Doctor (8/10) |
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need?' 'Yes,' I whispered. 'Yes, it has.' The doctor paused in his questioning, and then he asked: 'Would it help to masturbate?' 'Now? In front of you?' 'I want to see if it makes you feel better.' 'I don't know.' 'Are you wearing panties?' 'Knickers.' 'Slip them off.' Obediently I slid my black, silky knickers down my thighs and went to drop them on the floor, but the doctor stopped me. 'Here, I'll look after them,' he said. 'You look hot. Why don't you take off your blouse?' I unbuttoned and opened it, but left it on. I closed my eyes again and lay still for a few moments. Then I slipped my hand under my skirt. 'No. Pull up your skirt, Eve,' said the doctor matter-of-factly. 'I want to see what you're doing.' I hitched up the skirt over my hips. My skin looked white and virginal against the black stockings and suspender belt. The doctor sat up in his chair in order to have a better view. I reached between my legs and soaked my fingers. I was desperate again: desperate for sex. I closed my eyes and tried to will myself back into the dream. But it was no good. The geometry of limbs was all wrong. Instead I concentrated on my other senses: the taste of Isobel's skin... her mouth... her cunt... her juices dribbling off my lips... the press of her thighs upon my cheeks... her hands jamming my chin against her clit... Armand's fists gripping my hips... his groin pummelling against the soft pillow of my arse as he plundered my cunt... the snap of the belt... the scolding, melting, searing liquid agony that roared through me with every thud of his cock and lash of leather. I slipped in two fingers as, in the dream, I had done to Isobel, and Armand had done to me. My slit was warm and welcoming. With my thumb I massaged my clit. It was hard and swollen. My other hand rolled and plucked and pressed teak-hard nipples. I had never been so wet. Soon I could feel the tide swelling deep in my stomach. Rising and falling, rolling through me relentlessly. Higher and higher. I curled my fingers so that they pressed against my pelvis, launching foamy waves of pleasure through me. 'Mmm, mmm.' I bit my lip. My fingers worked harder, rubbing my clit, pinching my nipples. I heard the doctor's notebook fall to the floor, and then the unzipping of his slacks. My legs were stiffening and shaking, my body braced against the flood. I could feel it coming. The roaring rush – the promise of release. I looked over at the doctor. With his right hand Dr Damon was pleasuring himself. With the other he reached across and took my own left hand in his fist. I turned towards him and smiled thankfully as he pressed my fingers. 'Mmm... Mmm... Mmm.' My eyes were shut tightly but still sweat stung my eyes. My heart was racing. The dam was bursting, drowning me, flooding every part of me. Deeper and deeper I sank. And then... and then I was floating weightlessly... riding the joy... |
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Damn Amaryllis !!! "Blazing 3 Points !"
