Dolly!

The moment we’re on a quiet, tree-lined path, you push me against a thick oak tree and growl low in my ear, “Legs apart, you stupid fucking whore. Time to turn this useless cumdump into a proper public toy.”

You rip my panties to the side and press the thick, oversized vibrating dildo against my already dripping cunt. It’s way too big. I whimper as you start forcing it in, stretching my tight walls painfully wide.

“Fuuuck— it’s too big, please—” I beg.

You laugh darkly. “Shut your whore mouth. This greedy cunt exists to be ruined. Take every fat inch like the brainless fuckhole you are.” You push harder, watching my face twist as the massive toy stretches me open and bottoms out deep inside me, pressing against my cervix. “Look at that… your sloppy pussy swallowed it so easily. What a disgusting little cock sleeve.”

You smooth my sundress down and pull me back onto the main path. “Now walk, bitch. And don’t you dare let it slip out.”

Every step makes the huge dildo grind deep inside my soaked cunny. I’m already trembling, trying to walk normally while my thighs glisten with my own juices.

You hold the small remote in your pocket, occasionally flicking it on. The sudden low buzz makes my knees buckle. “Feel that, slut? I control how much this toy fucks you. Right now you’re just a public vibrator holder.”

I bite my lip hard, face burning as we pass strangers. “P-please… people are going to notice…”

You smirk and turn the vibration up. “Good. Let them see what a pathetic, dripping mess you are. Just a worthless set of holes getting her cunt wrecked in the middle of the park.”

When we reach a sunny bench in a semi-open area, you pull me down firmly onto your lap, facing slightly outward so anyone walking by has a perfect view.

“Sit, whore,” you command. The dildo slams brutally deep as I drop onto it. You immediately crank the vibration to maximum.

The intense buzzing instantly turns into violent, rhythmic fucking sensations inside me. My eyes roll back and I can’t hold back a loud, broken moan.

“Ahh—! Fuck—! It’s too strong—!” I cry out, my voice carrying further than I want.

You wrap one arm around my waist, holding me down so the vibrating dildo stays buried to the hilt, pounding my sensitive walls mercilessly. “That’s it. Moan louder, you pathetic exhibitionist slut. Let everyone hear what a desperate cunt you are. You love this, don’t you? Getting your sloppy hole destroyed in public like a cheap fucktoy.”

I’m shaking uncontrollably, hips grinding helplessly as the powerful vibrations fuck me senseless. Wet, obscene squelching sounds mix with my loud, shameless moans.

“Oh my god— I’m gonna cum— please— people can see—!” I whimper, voice cracking.

You turn the speed even higher and growl in my ear, “Then cum, you disgusting public whore. Cum with a fat vibrating cock stuffed in your cunt while strangers watch you fall apart. This is all you’re good for — being humiliated and used like a brainless, dripping cumrag.”

My whole body spasms hard on the bench. I moan loudly, unable to stay quiet as the intense vibrations rip a powerful orgasm out of me right there in the open park, my pussy clenching and gushing around the toy while you hold me down, forcing me to take every second of it.

"No."

"Just to feel you."

"That's what you said about anal and I couldn't sit right for three days."

"But this is natural. This is how God intended it."

"Don't bring God into this!"

He's on top of you already, which isn't fair, because his weight on you does something to your decision-making that you've never been able to explain to anyone. His hips are between your thighs. He's pressing right there, with just the thin cotton of your panties between his cock and your soaked pussy, and every time he shifts you can feel the whole length of him drag against you. Your resolve can’t take much more.

"I'll pull out," he says. "I swear on my life."

Every single week I’m back in that freezing cold doctor’s office, shivering as he locks the door behind me with a calm click. “Strip. Everything off,” he orders without even looking up from his chart. The room is always ice-cold, my nipples hardening instantly the second the air hits my skin. I fold my clothes neatly on the chair like he expects, then stand there naked and exposed while he circles me slowly.

He starts with my breasts. Rough, gloved hands grope and squeeze them, lifting and pressing, pinching my sensitive nipples until I whimper. “Still too sensitive here,” he mutters clinically, twisting one harder just to watch me squirm. He comments on my weight, my posture, how soft my belly is, slapping my abdomen lightly to watch it jiggle. Every little flaw is noted out loud in that detached, professional tone that makes me feel like a piece of meat being examined.

Then comes the worst part.

He guides me onto the table, forces my legs up into the cold metal stirrups, spreading me obscenely wide. Thick leather restraints buckle tightly around my wrists and thighs, pinning me completely. I can’t close my legs. I can’t even shift away. I’m completely helpless, cunt on full display under the harsh lights.

The doctor sits between my spread legs and begins the pelvic exam. His gloved fingers probe roughly around my entrance, spreading my lips apart without any gentleness. He slides two thick fingers deep inside me, scissoring and stretching me open while he measures and inspects. The speculum comes next — ice-cold metal that he forces into my tight hole without warming it. He cranks it open wide, stretching my walls painfully as he shines a light inside me, commenting on how wet I’m already getting.

“Patient is exhibiting clear signs of arousal again,” he says flatly, like I’m not even there.

His fingers find my swollen clit and start rubbing — firm, clinical, merciless circles. No matter how much I struggle against the restraints or beg him to stop, he doesn’t. He just keeps rubbing faster, occasionally slapping my exposed cunt when I squirm too much. The wet, filthy sounds of his gloved fingers pumping in and out of my dripping pussy echo in the quiet room. He adds a third finger, stretching me brutally while his thumb grinds hard on my clit until my thighs are shaking uncontrollably.

I fight it. I really do. But I always end up cumming hard around his fingers like a pathetic, restrained little slut — walls clenching and gushing all over his hand while he watches with cold professional interest.

By the time he’s done, I’m a dripping, trembling mess. He finally removes the speculum and restraints, hands me a single thin wipe like it’s nothing, and says, “Clean yourself up. Same time next week.”