I walk into the office, anxious to unload the weight of the week. As I walk in, I am immediately startled when I see your dark hair from behind, pressed against the chair. Clearly not the doctor I am used to seeing. Timid, I sit down on the couch. We exchange introductions as you explain you are filling in for my normal doctor. I stare at you, my mouth gapping, in awe of your strong male presence. You ask me what I'd like to talk about today and I can't form a sentence. All of the thoughts that were in my head a mere thirty seconds ago are gone. All I can think about is what your hands would feel like against my body. I see you grin to yourself. You then chuckle for a second and ask how I'm feeling.
In a trance, I blurt out one word, "Desperate." You look at me for a second and then get up, stride towards me, and sit down so close to me that I can smell you. I close my eyes and inhale your closeness. You lean over, I can feel your breath in my ear. Chills run down my back.
And you ask in a low voice, "Desperate for what?" I turn to you, still awe struck, and look into the depths of those stunning eyes. Before I can even feel myself move, I'm straddling you, my mouth crashing into yours. Your tongue feels so soft, so gentle, yet possessive in my mouth. You put your hands on my hips, as I run mine through the back of your hair. Needing to take a deep breath, I pull away from your mouth and straighten my back, just enough to put my boobs right in your face. With a swift motion, you grab the hem of my shirt and pull it off of me. You are even faster getting my bra off.
You take advantage of the position and cover my nipple with your mouth, quite forcefully. The sensation shoots right down, down between my legs. And as you bite and suck, I let out a few hushed moans into your ear, gently biting your earlobe as I do. I feel your hands move to my ass, grabbing me tightly. You begin guiding me, my hips back and forth against you. A slow grind as I can feel your dick against me. I'm growing wetter every second.
You slip your hands inside of my pants. I stretch upward as you pull my pants down, leaving me exposed to grind against you. You feel so incredible. I can't wait for you to be inside of me. You lay me down on the couch, as you quickly slip your clothes off. Once again I am left in awe of the sight of you. You hover over me, clasping your hands in mine, pulling them over my head. I can see the dark desire in your eyes, knowing it is matched by my own. You lay a gentle kiss on my forehead, my cheek, and then down my neck. I feel your tongue pressing against my neck, licking me, so wet and warm. The sensation is incredible, enough that I'm panting in anticipation.
You kiss, lick down my collar bone, between my breasts, down my stomach, finally reaching the area that had been aching for you. You kneel down beside the couch and take my legs over your shoulders. I jump at the feeling of your tongue against me. You begin a slow assault with your tongue, up and down, ever so slowly. My fists clench against the fabric of the couch. I lower one hand to your head, grabbing a fist full of your hair, pulling your face closer, deeper into me. I can feel the moisture pooling underneath of me. Your tongue is like nothing I've ever felt before. Without even realizing I'm doing it, I find myself grinding into your face, my legs tightening around your head. My added motion gets you in all of the right spots and I feel myself in the edge. I grip your hair even tighter as orgasm waves through me. I let a cry out, screaming your name, unable to stop it. I close my eyes, completely sated. I need a minute to recover.
I can't move. You lean over me, mouth against my ear. I feel the warmth if your breath against me.
You whisper, "How was that? Are you still desperate?" I pull myself up, wrap my hand around the back of your neck, and kiss you hard. Playfully, I pull your bottom lip between my teeth. I let your hands run down the length of my body before falling to my knees. I take your dick in my mouth, giving my jaw a second to adjust to your size. Your hand tangles into my hair. Your touch startles me and I grab the back of your legs in reaction. I can sense your need for control, so I let you guide my head, my mouth up and down your length. With the pace of your hand quickening, I have a hard time keeping up and gag a few times.
The moisture of my mouth is dripping off of you, dripping onto my chest. You force me backward, until I am sitting with my back against the couch, you towering over me, dick still deep in my mouth. You have all of the control now, I can't move. With my face, my mouth angled straight up to you, you begin thrusting down into my mouth. I gag repeatedly, but you don't stop. You keep pumping into my mouth, hitting deep into the back of my throat. I'm nearly choking, tears streaming down my face, yet it feels so good to have you in my mouth. I take a little more control and wrap one of my hands around the base of your cock, my spit already coating where I put my hand.
You still for a second in response. I tighten my lips around you, as you regain momentum in your thrusting. I can tell you are getting close, slightly weak in your legs. In and out a few more times. And then you withdrawal from my mouth, grabbing yourself, aiming straight for my face. I feel the warmth all over my face, running down and falling onto my chest. You collapse to the floor in front of me, half laying on me. You weight feels so good against me. With a coy smile, I ask how that was for you.
