Page 306 of Trouble from Abroad
I almost crack up. I don’t know if it’s her sheer desperation to come or her full commitment to this over-the-top porno performance, but it sparks something wicked in me.
“As I was saying, since you’re here, I’ll do my best totreat you. I don’t have the right instruments, so I’ll have to improvise.”
“Improvise?”
“Yes. You’ll have to trust me.”
Her throat works, and the gown’s drawstring trembles.
“I trust you, Doctor. Please help me,” she begs.
“Grab the edges of the table with your hands. Good girl.”
I have a massive mahogany desk, sturdy enough to take both of us, I’d bet. So when I tell her to put her feet up next, ass right on the edge, she ends up splayed out beautifully for me. Cunt on display. Exactly where I want her.
“Like… like this, Doctor?”
Her legs tremble. Whether it’s an act or pure need, I’ll find out soon enough.
Smirking, I kiss the inside of her thigh, and massage the other. “Just like that. You said you trusted me, right? Now, be a good patient and relax those legs for me.”
I roll my chair in, heel-lock the casters, and ease her knees apart, spreading her out.
I breathe on her cunt, and goosebumps pebble on her thighs. “Oh, fuck,” she whispers. Her knees try to close, but I push them wider.
“Don’t worry, the doctor will see where it aches now. But first…” I catch the cord at her waist, the one that will pull her hospital gown open. “I’ll be conducting a thorough examination today, Miss. I’d like to take a good look at you. Do you mind?”
“You want to see all of me, Doctor?”
“Every inch, baby.” I drop character for a second as our eyes never leave each other.
“Do it,” she says with a shaky voice.
I drink in the sight of the woman I’m going to make my wife. The woman who has brought joy back into my life. The woman soaking my table.
“Oh, Miss,” I say, faking concern. “It’s worse than we thought.”
“What’s wrong, Doctor?” she gasps.
“Your pussy is leaking. I have to do something about it.”
My head levels with her pussy, one lick, and she instinctively moans.
I stop.
“Miss. I’m very sorry, but if it’sthatpainful, I have to stop. Hospital rules.”
“No, no,” she pleads. “I won’t make a sound, I promise. I’ll be strong.” The desperation in her tone is anything but an act.
“Can you be a good patient for me?”
“Help me, Doc. I’ll be good.”
My tongue drags slowly over her slit, our gazes locked. Her chin drops, but she doesn’t make a sound. A filthy smile pulls at my mouth right next to her cunt.
I go back in, and it’s time to show her clit some devotion. A real reason for her pussy to cry a river on my desk. Her toes curl, her ass shakes, but she holds the whimpers in. Most of them. Such a good girl. I could spend the rest of my life right here, teasing this pretty cunt to the edge.
She lets out barely audible sounds, and I stop three more times, each one more entertaining than the last. Every time a moan slips out, I pull away. Her pleasure stalls, and her frustration turns savage. She put it on her list: Orgasm denial. I’m giving her every single thing she asked for.
