Returning to the Real World was like waking up from a dream. Hannah missed her new friends desperately and fell into a funk for several days that was impossible to explain to her family. Hannah's best friend, Stephanie, was begging to hang out, but Hannah hadn't returned her texts. Emily emailed that she felt lonely too, and Nicole assured them both that it was normal. There were a few other girls in Hannah's city, but none that she knew well; her friends were scattered around the world. Email and texting were adequate, but also reinforced the immense distances between them.
Hannah missed waking up curled around Emily's athletic body, missed her soft breasts, her thick, curly hair, her lips, her tongue, her eager pussy.... Ok, this line of thinking wasn't productive -- it was agonizing. Now that she was back on the mainland, Dr. Wilcox's restriction on orgasms was back in force and Hannah hadn't come for almost two weeks. Missing her lovers was bad enough, but she couldn't even comfort herself with their memories without turning her pussy into a wet, throbbing mess.
Hannah felt a drip run down her leg as she looked over her naked body in the mirror. Since the island she had spent as much time naked as she could. Her heart was beating frantically as she prepared herself to see Dr. Wilcox for the first time since returning home. He would certainly let her come at least once today -- he always did, even if she had to beg.
Hannah took a deep breath. Her skin was still tanned from the island, and her muscles were toned and tight. Her 36-C breasts were perky and luscious, and her nipples were rock hard with anticipation. Her pussy was so wet that her juices were dripping down her thighs, and the muscles in her tummy ached with the need for sexual release. How could Dr. Wilcox even know if she cheated and got herself off? But she had been obedient, as hard as it was. She very gently rubbed her fingers over her pussy lips and shuddered at her own touch, and then pulled them off and licked them clean. If there was one offense that was guaranteed to earn her a switching it was a rough, stubbly pussy, but her lips were silky smooth. She was ready... so ready. Beyond ready.
Hannah stepped from the small bathroom into the office proper and first saw Dr. Wilcox in his armless, overstuffed chair, scribbling on his clipboard as usual. Two of the walls were floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked her college, twenty floors below. The sun was bright and beautiful and lit up the office, making even the dark wooden bookshelves on the other two walls look cheery. A large bed, like a stage, was wedged into the corner where the windows met, and various tables and implements were scattered around the room. The first time she had been here Hannah hadn't known what half the things were for, but she was a fast learner.
As Hannah was about to step forward she caught her breath in shock: there was a strange man standing in the corner of the room, perusing the books. There had never been anyone else at her appointments, and certainly not a man! He looked to be in his mid-twenties with dark hair, moderately tall and well-built, and wearing a long coat despite the sunny weather and the warm, humid air in the office. Who was he, and why was he here?
Neither man looked up at Hannah as she entered, and she blushed anxiously. She knew she was hot, and naked, and it was rude to not even glance up at her. Of course Dr. Wilcox wouldn't.... Anyway, she took a step towards the Doctor and he held up his finger to stop her.
"Get down flat on the carpet and inch to me like a worm," he said, without looking up from his notes. "Then lick my toes."
Hannah dropped down to her knees by reflex. Inch like a worm? Hannah expected to suck some dick, and actually longed to feel Dr. Wilcox's meat in her, but sucking toes? She lowered her breasts, stomach, and chin to the floor uncertainly and began to push herself forward. The carpet was coarse on her skin, but Dr. Wilcox was only 20 feet away.
"Stop. Put your arms behind your back and your ankles together," Dr. Wilcox said. "And show some urgency, Hannah. I'm sure you have some needs to satisfy today, and I'd hate to run out of time."
Hannah stopped on the carpet and took a breath. Was she a worm? Hannah lifted her arms up behind her back and grabbed her elbows, which pushed her face into the carpet. She closed her legs and put her ankles together. How the heck was she supposed to even move like this? From the corner of her eye that wasn't buried in the carpet she saw the stranger watching her with a blank expression, and her cheeks flushed. She turned her eyes down, trying to ignore him, and tightened her abdomen to draw her legs up a little. Inch like a worm. She needed an orgasm so bad, she'd do it. Fine.
Hannah grunted and groaned as she fought for every foot of carpet, slowly approaching Dr. Wilcox. From this vantage point his naked feet loomed large and his legs disappeared up into his robe. She knew he was naked under it, and she longed for the thick meat between his legs. If she was obedient she'd get it, but why was he making her crawl, especially in front of this stranger? Her skin burned with humiliation as she scooted. She was a good girl. Every inch across the floor rubbed her aching pussy across the rough carpet, and when she finally laid her head down next to Dr. Wilcox's feet she gave a sigh of relief. She wedged her head between his feet, twisted her neck sideways, and sucked his big toe into her mouth with a wet slurp. Dr. Wilcox said nothing, so she began to work it like his cock with her tongue and lips.
After a few minutes Hannah's neck was hurting from the twist and she decided to take a chance. "Sir, may I please suck your cock instead?" she struggled to ask with the toe in her mouth.
She heard Dr. Wilcox set his clipboard down. "How much do you want my cock, Hannah?"
Hannah kept sucking the toe, since she didn't have permission to stop. How much? "More than anything, sir. I seriously need your cock in me, somewhere, or I'm going to explode." She was getting proficient at talking with her mouth full.
