I blinked against the sun coming too aggressively through my window and shoved my phone under a pillow to bury the impending snooze alarm. My hand wandered sleepily down to my pussy and I mindlessly rubbed myself, hoping to find a little spark this time in my hazy state of half sleep. I circled my clit listlessly with two fingers, the way I'd been doing since I was a kid. And still nothing. This was day fucking five since the doctor's office and I couldn't get off to save my life.
I was restless and annoyed. Every little inconvenience bothered me. So when the snooze came on again, I couldn't stop myself from chucking that fucker into my clothes basket across the room. How was I supposed to think about work and my dinner plans later when I hadn't had an orgasm in five fucking days.
I pulled my laptop out from under the bed to watch some porn in the few minutes I had before I needed to get up for work. My favorites, the couple who always did it for me without fail, were already paused mid-ecstasy on the screen. I tapped play to resume the scene I'd gotten off to a hundred times before. He was pounding their girlfriend, hard and athletically, while she laid naked beside them smoking a huge blunt. I watched their movements and rubbed myself harder. That one move he does to flip her- I focused intently on what that would feel like. When he came all over her backside, I only felt the tiniest, weakest bit of wetness coming from within me in response.
Despondent.
I slapped the laptop closed and covered my eyes in hopes that I could at least cry. But there was just no fucking release to be had. I thought about the doctor and how much I hated him. His smug fucking laugh and his stupid books. The way he'd made me feel so awful about my condition, like it was MY fault. That humiliating walk home that thank god I only barely remembered.
And wow, he really did cross a fucking line when he rubbed his hard dick against me like that. What a gross and pathetic dude just taking advantage of a young woman needing help, especially given his authority and position. Clearly trying to get his rocks off in my vulnerable state, rubbing that dick against me, obviously getting himself even harder. That big, hard cock that was so close to my exposed pussy. Just throbbing there right under his zipper next to a needy patient...
I began touching myself again with my eyes closed as the feeling of the doctor's fingers flashed in my mind. I stroked my lips slowly, methodically. What a huge dick, touching me like this. I could feel my breath move into my stomach and my pussy began to swell.
The audacity of that guy just using me like that when I was restrained and couldn't do anything. I remembered the feeling of his bulge against me, pushing into me, and I involuntarily let a small moan escape. What did that cock look like, I wondered. I'll bet it's huge and ugly, maybe uncut and purple, engorged. I imagined him in that office taking that dick out of his pants, tapping my needy pussy mockingly.
