(Another standalone fantasy of mine. All characters are of legal age. Contains noncon elements, so skip this fantasy if that's not your thing.)
Are you a naughty therapist? Would you tell me to lie on your couch so you could reach under my skirt and pull my panties down? Slide them down my legs, off my feet, and drop them to the floor. You can collect them later. Then slip your hand up along the inside of my warm thigh. Tell me this is a new therapy, just for patients like me, as you rub the pad of your middle finger over my soft, warm, smooth pussy lips. I keep them shaved.
I gasp quietly and look up at you. No therapist has ever touched me like this before, but I trust you. I'm your patient and I know you know what's best for me. My pussy tingles.
You watch my expression as you sink your finger lower to rub over my sensitive entrance.I blink up at you as your finger slips between my pussy lips and through my wetness.
"Good girl," you smile at me. "Good girls are always wet. Wet means you're ready for penetration." You put your other hand on my shoulder and stare intently down at me. "Here we go," you whisper, smiling down at me, as you slowly push your finger inside my wet pussy.
I whimper as your thick finger pushes inside my pussy, rubbing my walls as you penetrate me.
"You like that? Yes, you like that. You like it when a man is inside your tight little pussy. Spread your legs for me."
I feel my pussy grow wetter for you. Obediently, I spread my legs and immediately your finger sinks deeper inside my tight pussy. My walls involuntarily clench around your finger. I moan softly.
You grin. "Good girl. This is what your pussy is for. Your pussy needs to be stretched and stroked deep inside. I'm going to do that for you." You lift the hem of my skirt, flip it up over my hips, and stare between my legs at your finger inside my pussy.
"I can't use my finger, though. It's not appropriate. It can't do the job properly." You slip your finger out of my pussy.
I try not to whimper.
At your direction, I remove my skirt, let one leg fall over the edge of the couch, and I lift the other to rest over the back cushion. My legs are spread open for you now, exposing my smooth, pink pussy for you.
You stare at my pussy as you unfasten your trousers. You kick off your shoes and let your trousers and underwear fall to the floor.
I'm suddenly nervous as your erect, thick cock bounces upward, protruding from your body like a hard rod.
You don't waste any time sliding onto the couch between my legs. "Good girl," you praise me as you slide your hands under my knees and raise them up toward my head. You lean over me and prop my legs over your shoulders.
"This position will keep your pussy open for full penetration without interference," you explain, grinning. "It's okay if you squirm or make noises when we begin. That's normal." You take my wrists in your hand and pin them to the cushion above my head. "It's important for you to understand your role, so I will keep your hands secured for the duration of the procedure."
I feel the hot hardness of your cock rub along my wet pussy lips. You move your hips, and I feel the length of your cock slide over my tender, sweet lips.
"Are you ready?"
Timidly, I nod up at you.
You reach between us and I feel the heat of something blunt and thick - several times thicker than your finger - press against my entrance.