I just know Doctor Robby would be able to talk you through like three orgasms on his thick fingers with that scratchy, soft voice. He’s so affirming, gentle in his tone as his fingers plunge into your sweet little hole nonstop, somehow knowing exactly where to push and when. He’s so fucking competent, no need to shove you against the bed or viciously fuck you like a younger man might’ve done. Robby’s been doing this for nearly 35 years, he doesn’t NEED to be rough to prove himself.
“C’mon kid, that’s it. You got one more in you, right? I know you do, you squirt on my cock like a pro all the time. One more on my fingers, or else I’ll have to use the vibrator again,” he murmurs, a soft warning that makes you keen and wiggle against his fingers. The motion makes the older man laugh, holding you in his lap with your legs spread out like a whore.
“Rob- shit! robbyyyyy, fuck- I- I can’t take another- please, just- just let me fuck you! Jus- jus wanna make you feel good- too!” You whimper back, rocking your hips despite your protests. He lets out a soft hum, kissing the side of your head as his beard scratches your cheek.
“Sweet thing. Sweet boy, my sweet boy huh? Just- wanna take care of your old man, don’t you? Messy pussy, desperate to have a turn on top, hm? You think you can handle something like that, baby? Your legs might give out before you get far,” Robby mumbles, that same easy tone he’d use for a patient. Incredible bedside manner, whether in or out of said bed.
His soft voice makes your poor hole squeeze down around him, the old bastard laughing at the way you look up at him and moan softly.
“Yeah? You like my voice, baby? Like it when I tell you how pitiful you are, liking an old man like me? Hm? Or do you just like how I can feel how bad you want my dick? You like teasing, don’t you?” The doctor picks up the weakness in an instant, and you’re suddenly squeezing his thick forearm and a lot closer than you were before.
“Robby-“ you try to warn, but his other hand is pinching your little cock before you can stop him. Your wail is sharp, deliciously pathetic as you cum on his fingers a third time. Your cum dripping down his palm, pulsing and throbbing as he mumbles soft praises in your ear.
“Good job, kid.”
“That’s a good boy, good boy.”
“My perfect baby, hm? So wet around my fingers.”
You keen softly, curling into his neck as the old man’s fingers finally slip out of your soaked hole, reaching up to suck your juices off his digits.
What a jerk. A sexy, stupid jerk.
