#ozark writes

The team was gathering for a small Mid-Day meal on Tony & Pepper’s level in the Avengers Tower. Everyone was to bring a dish to share. You were excited to have everyone try your homemade Chocolate Chip Cookies since Pepper designated you to dessert.

You quirk your brow at him in the mirror as he comes up behind you carrying a small bowl. “What? If you mean box up the cookies, I already did that…”

Steve smiled at your ignorance. You had no idea what he was planning and it made his chest burn with power.

He put down the small bowl filled with a creamy substance to your right along with a Turkey Baster.

Your confused eyes meet his. “What’s this?” You say pointing to the bowl.

“Since we didn’t have time for sex this morning, I thought I’d fill you up before we leave.” His eyes dragged down your body as he stepped closer, pushing you back against the vanity with a smirk.

“Steve, you cannot be serious.” You lightly push him away with a huff turning to take one last look in the mirror.

Steve’s hand smoothed down your frame as he kissed the soft juncture of your neck making your eyes flutter shut with a sigh. He used the distraction to push you down onto the marble counter.

You land with an ‘-oof’, eyes wild as they stare at him in a stupor. You watched his reflection flip your dress up and push your panties to the side.

“Steve, we don’t have time for this.” You argued, pushing against the vanity with your hands.

“Did I say you could move?”

His voice was calm and calculated as he stared into your anxious eyes.

You gulped. “No.”

“I suggest you stay still. You don’t want to stain your dress right before we have to leave.” He said, condescendingly.

He spat lewdly onto your ass letting the saliva slide down your crack before smoothing it around your tight, puckered ring. You tensed when his thumb nudged its way in, “Relax, Doll.”

You took a deep breath as he smoothed his thumb over your passage, “Don’t need to stretch you too much for this… the Baster is small enough to fit.”

He let the statement hang as he slipped his digit from your warmth and gathered the small bowl and the Turkey Baster.

He dipped the opening of the tube into the small bowl and compressed the rubber top filling the syringe like tube entirely with his thick spend.

“I want you so full of me that it’s difficult to breathe.”  

He watched your puckered hole pulsate as he pushed the Baster inside your canal. The slight stretch had you gasping with warped pleasure.

Steve squeezed the top and filled you with his rich seed. He couldn’t help but groan as he watched the basin empty into your ass. It was going to be tough to not be rock hard throughout the entire meal, but Steve knew it’d be worth the torture to watch you wither in sweet agony.

Your ass was feeling heavier by the second as Steve unloaded the cum filled Baster into your rectum. It was such an unusual sensation feeling his seed coat your walls while you weren’t currently in the throes of passion.

Granted, the very act had your cunt releasing an obscene amount of slick and you hoped you’d make it through the meal without calling attention to yourself.

“Clench for me, Doll.”

You did as he commanded praying you didn’t spill any cum as he pulled the tube from your hole only to repeat his actions. You whined when he pushed the refilled utensil back into your body countless times until the bowl was empty.

“Love knowing’ you’ll be busting at the seams with me.”

Steve chucked the empty Baster into the sink before reaching into his back pocket. You were clenching with all your might, so intent with not letting his cum slip the that tender hand on your back jolted you from your concentration.

“Gonna plug you now. Can’t have you making a mess in front of everyone.”

Steve slipped the weighty plug into your awaiting hole, gazing at the way it enveloped the bulbous metal before sucking it in. The shiny crystal top teased him as it glistened against your skin.

He fixed your panties back in place with a smile and helped you stand. “Ready?”

You stood on uneasy feet. Your lower half felt so full and swollen, you’d be amazed if no one made a passing comment.

“Come on, Doll. They’re waiting.” Steve stretched his hand out to you, interweaving your fingers and leading the way. You tentatively took a step, grimacing at the heavy pull in your stomach as you both left the apartment and headed down to Tony’s. 

You stared at your plate for most of the meal, pushing around your food and talking to Wanda who sat to your right. She had a calming aura and you always loved conversing with her as she helped put your current situation at ease with lots of chatter and distractions.

“Want to see a trick?” She whispered, leaning in close.

You sent her a wink in response and turned your head towards the target.  

Clint was shoveling a second helping of mashed potatoes onto his plate when suddenly he started singing.

He used the potato covered spoon as a microphone and busted out, “I love you, Baby” by Frank Sinatra. He danced around the table sending winks to all the females and brushed a hand through Bucky’s flowing locks lovingly.

Everyone was laughing and singing along until the song ended and Clint was forced back to reality with the most puzzled look on his face until he realized the culprit.

“Dammit, Wanda!”

Mid laugh you went silent, wrapping your arms around your belly as a wave of pain ran through your middle. You doubled over wishing the intense pain away as Wanda laid a hand on your shoulder.

“Are you alright?”

After a moment, you shooed her off with a smile. She pursed her lips knowing something was up.

“She’s fine, Wanda. Probably ate too much and is feeling stuffed.” Steve commented from across the table with a sick grin.

You wiggled pitifully in your chair at the term “stuffed”. Steve knew what he was doing and you hated him for it. The fact that your gut could let go at any given time had you on the edge of your seat, literally, and Steve was reveling in your demise.

“She didn’t eat much though… perhaps you aren’t feeling well.” Wanda spoke up in your defense, sending Steve a terse look.

You took the chance to escape while you could.

“You’re right… I think I’m going to head back.” Sighing sadly, wishing you could stay longer but the nagging pain in your belly was making it difficult to enjoy yourself.

Steve stood quickly, walking to your side of the table reaching for your hands before you were able to make an exit.

“Don’t you think we should thank our hosts properly, Doll?”

You begged Steve with a look but he shook his head denying your request. Teeth gnawed at your bottom lip as you held the tears at bay.

You walked towards Tony and Pepper as quickly and steadily as you could when another powerful wave hit making your knees give out.

Steve caught you before you hit the floor, “Whoa, Doll. I’ve got you.”

You clutched onto his arms with a steel grip. Your watery eyes clung to his, “Steve. I need to leave. Now.”

“I can take a look at you in the infirmary if you want?” Bruce suggested from his spot at the table where he stood, his voice full of concern.

Steve’s head whipped up as he caged you against his body. Everyone had worried looks on their faces but Steve waved them off casually, “She’ll be fine.” He bid goodbyes and “thanks” to Tony & Pepper quickly before anyone could get a closer inspection.

 By the time you made it back to the apartment you were sweating.

Steve caged you against the wall as soon as the door shut, grinding his girth into your belly making you whimper. “You did so well for me, Doll. So fuckin’ well.”

His kisses were searing and brutal as he lifted one of your legs and dry humped your core. His hard on was close to bursting through his jeans as he ground himself into your damp, thinly covered core.

Your slick seeped out the sides of your panties with every grind. You hissed when he pulled the fabric aside rubbing harshly against your puffy center.

“This little pussy doesn’t know what to do when it’s not full of cum.”

Your eyes slammed shut when he shoved two fingers deep inside, twisting and gliding over your walls with expertise. You finger nails scratched at his shirt as your voice raised up an octave desperate to cum.

“You can’t cum just yet, Doll. Wanna be inside you first.” Steve growled into your neck biting his way down your jawline to claim your lips once more. “Wanna feel how fuckin’ tight you are.”

Your world spun as he dragged you back to the scene of the crime. He pushed you over the bathroom counter keeping a solid hand on the back of your neck.

“If you know what’s best, stay put.”

You let out a shriek when he ripped your panties off, tearing the flimsy material like paper between his fists. He laved between your legs with his tongue, licking at your fallen slick where it stained your thighs.

Puffs of breath warmed your skin as he pulled back to tap on the small crystal plug. You scratched at the marble top as each thump sent shockwaves up your spine.

Steve licked crudely around the crystal making you whimper as his tongue dove between the top of the plug and your puckered hole.

“Gotta open this pussy up. See how many fingers you can take with a belly full of cum.” Your skin vibrated with every muffled word as he planted wet kisses all over your backside.

Steve spread your legs and spat onto your drenched core before sliding two thick fingers past your swollen outer lips with a grunt.

Your head fell to the cool marble as the stretch was extreme. You’d never felt so full in your life and it was only his fingers.

“Fuck. I’m not sure I’ll be able to fit, Doll.’ Steve said discouragingly.

He twisted his wrist causing a debauched moan to tear from your lips when he dragged his pads over your walls, scissoring you open.

He leaned over your body pressing you down hard onto the marble. “But you know I’m never one to give up so easily.”  

The weight of the super solider pushed your bones into the hard top making you feel as though you’d burst at any moment.

Steve enjoyed watching you suffer a bit more under his hands but with a dark chuckle he eased his weight off your body and stood, eyes narrowing back on the plug.

You heard ruffling and a belt drop the to the stone floor of the expansive bathroom before your eyes flicked back to his. Steve stood stroking his throbbing, veiny cock with his free hand as his other kept dragging pleasure from your core.

“Relax, Doll. Lemme in.”

His slick covered hand switched to your tiny nub as he lined up and pushed ever so slowly into your searing heat.

Your breath hitched when he speared into your core in one steady thrust. The intense cramping and the need to cum were in full throttle now that Steve’s massive cock was lodged in your cunt.

Your breathing stuttered and you yelped when Steve pulled out only to push back in with a force that had your thighs bumping into the counter.

He smacked your ass hard with his free hand making your body jolt and mewl under the assault.

“You like it when I’m rough with you, huh?”

Steve swirled your clit with nimble digits, desperate to watch you fall apart after being such a good girl for him. Your frantic screams bounced off the cavernous walls as you were unsure you could cum without exploding into a million pieces.

Your head whipped from side to side as the waves of pleasure started to intensify. You weren’t going to survive this. Each plunge into your sopping core had you tittering on the edge as he split you open with his massive girth.  

“Don’t you wanna cum, Doll? You deserve to for being such a Good Girl for me.” He groaned watching your body start to shake as it tried to hold back the impending bliss.

He chuckled at your stubbornness, “You’re just as bad as I am.”

Steve picked up his pace, driving into your folds harder with every pass. He dragged his hand away from your clit and move to the plug before he tapped it firmly and then grasped it.

Your body locked out of instinct when he pulled on the plug, making you feel the tug of it.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen” Steve yanked you from the counter top and swiftly caged you against his buttoned-up chest. His breath hot in your ear, “You’re going to cum all over my cock like an obedient Little Girl and only then will I remove the plug.”

Your hand sought purchase on his wrist as his right hand wove around your neck keeping you flush against his body.

His eyes trailed down the mirror reflection of your frame and his cock got impossibly harder. He made you hang in his grip as your toes barely grazed the floor. You gasped for air when his left hand slid down your frame to cup your bloated belly.

“Look at you so full of me… lookin’ like you’re carrying my child.” His tone dropped to an octave you’d never heard. Ragged and primal. His eyes were trained on your protruding abdomen, so full of his seed and girth you really did look in the early stages of pregnancy.

What little whimpers you could let free hit his ears like a choir. He bucked his hips hard into yours making your face twist with rapture. You clawed at his right hand wanting to take a full, unrestricted breath as he began pumping into your cunt with vigor.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight like this. Might have to keep you full of my cum all the time.” He teethed at your ear lobe and he pushed down on your lower belly notching up the powerful sensation to cum.

You tried to shake your head, too afraid to fall apart, but it was pointless.

“Come on, Doll.” He urged between thrusts, “Choke my cock with that pretty pussy.”

The lack of oxygen and the gratifying pain combined with Steve now tugging on your clit sent you flying off the cliff. Your eyes slammed shut and you let out a silent scream as you fell head first into euphoric ecstasy.

Your pussy locked up so tight Steve’s hips wavered and he swore under his breath watching as your body shook and then went slack in his hold.

Steve leaned you back onto the marble vanity, whispering praise, “You did so well. Almost made me cum with you, that pussy was squeezing the life outta me.”

He drew small circles on the plump skin of your ass before spreading your cheeks apart, “Gonna take the plug out now, Doll.”

His fingers fit snug around the metal base as you whined with embarrassment. “Steve, no I won’t be able to hold it in!”

He smirked, holding your helpless stare and growled darkly, “That’s the point. I wanna fuck my cum out of you.”

Your cheeks burned and your swollen belly flipped realizing that was his plan all along.

The tugging at your bottom ripped you from your thoughts as he removed the hot plug from the confines of your cavity. Your puckered hole opened and then withered slightly closed as he pulled his cock out until only the bulbous head spread you open.

He ran his thumb along the wet rim as some of his seed slipped out and fell onto his girth below. He thought he was ravenous before, but now he was desperate to claim.

“I’m gonna make such a mess of you.” He stated as he pushed his girth ever so slowly into your warmth.

Your back arched when he bottomed out and grazed that sensitive spot nestled deep inside. You kept your ass clenched tight, too embarrassed to let his seed drip as he fucked you.

Steve quickened his pace spearing into your heat with enough force to have you jostling on the marble before his hands grabbed your waist keeping you still.

“Come on, Doll. Lemme me see my cum. Give it to me.” He demanded before smacking your svelte cheek with a heavy thwap.

You yelped but didn’t comply. You couldn’t make yourself let go, not when he was watching.

“No! I won’t!” You fought back, clenching your ass along with your folds making Steve grunt from the pressure. He halted his hips but not before bottoming out crudely making you hiss.

“Looks like I’ll just have to do it myself.”

The thumb that pushed its way into your asshole had you whimpering with panic when he pulled the tiny muscle to the side until it was wedged open.  

“There we go. Nice and exposed.” He beamed staring at your spread rim.

A torrent of white rushed from your hole, flowing down onto his cock and splashing onto the floor.

Your face burned as you felt his cum spill from your body but the pain in your belly started to subside making the twisted pleasure swirl madly in your core.

Steve snapped his hips hard into your cunt, slotting his cock head against your cervix while more thick cum oozed onto his girth. You cried out shamelessly with every thrust, the bloating in your middle lessened with every shove.

“That’s my Girl. Let it all out.” Steve groaned watching in awe as he fucked the fallen cum from your ass into your gleaming pussy. Copious amounts of his white spend added extra lubrication forcing you to take what he was giving.

“Gonna make sure that pussy gets filled too. She’s been crying for it all day, hasn’t she?” That teasing tone made your world spin.

The pressure in your belly replaced quickly with wicked pleasure when Steve grabbed the base of your skull and pulled hard, yanking your body back onto this length.

“You’re dripping us all over the floor, Doll.” His thumb finally slipped from your asshole only to smack it harshly. “Might have to make you lick it up after.”

You babbled incoherently, your body no longer yours as he rammed into your cunt with a fury, chasing his own desperate end.

“One more, Doll. Wanna feel this tight cunt gush.” Steve demanded, bending over quickly and wrapping is bicep around your neck.

Your body spasmed when his arm wove around your neck, propelling your orgasm to hit. He could barely move in the vice like grip your pussy had around his cock. “Fuck. There we go, just like that.”

He held his breath and watched you wither below, pitifully shaking as your core convulsed and squirted all over his length and the floor below.

Steve growled deep in chest when his orgasm finally struck. It coursed through his body as he emptied load after load into your sopping, twitching cunt. His seed sprayed your walls, coating it in a thick layer of him as he finally filled you just like he wanted to do hours ago.

You were on the verge of sleep. Body so spent from anxiety, pleasure and orgasms your head lolled as Steve took you in his arms and carried you over to the soaking tub.

He kept you in his hold, gazing over your sleepy face while the tub filled. His heart leapt when your eyes opened slowly, “Hey, Doll. You back with me?”

Your lips pulled into a dopey smile as you shook your head from side to side making him laugh, “That’s my Girl.”

Steve sank into the tub with a groan, angling your body between his and laid your head on his chest. The two of you soaked peacefully together for a while until there was a knock at the front door.

It was Tony.

“Hey, have you guys seen our Turkey Baster?”

He led your bewildered form into the cozy cathedral ceiling bedroom, rubbing your back along the way. “It’s ok if you don’t want to try this, I just thought it’d be fun.”

Once you crossed the threshold and spied the daunting, black Fuck Machine propped at the foot of the bed, there was no way you could say no.

Your knees buckled when you saw the thigh straps laying innocently on the blue and white striped comforter but luckily Chris caught you with a solid hold around your waist.

“Gettin’ excited already, Sweetheart?” Chris whispered, tickling the shell of your ear. “It’s gonna be a long night. I’ve wanted to strap you down for a while now.”

You whimpered pitifully knowing he’d make this a night you’d never forget.

He helped remove your clothing and watched as you got comfortable on the bed, curiously eye balling the machine. Suffocating heat consumed your body and made your pussy slicken picturing yourself tied down and at his mercy.

“Bring your ass close to the edge. Gotta line it up correctly.”

You shimmied down, bumping your soaked core against the black dildo and smearing your slick on the small head. The thickness wasn’t intimidating but the mechanism it was attached to had your belly somersaulting.

“Comfy?” Chris asked while tightening the black strips surrounding your thighs. He pulled on the binds making your legs spread obscenely wide, showcasing your shiny inner folds desperate for attention.

Tearing your eyesight from the peculiar contraption with a cradling hand to the back of your neck, he directs you to look at him. “Anytime you need to stop, say “RED” or snap your fingers.”

You nod in compliance and repeat the safe word.

Chris seemingly pleased with your submission trails his fingers down your chest playfully, tweaking your perky nipples between his fingers and making you squeal before moving on until he reaches his final destination.

His thick fingers trace circles around your tiny nub and runs the pads of his fingers over your outer lips slowly before sliding his digits into your heat.

Two ample fingers stretch you wide and press against your walls making you purr. “Gotta open you up a bit. Make sure you can take this fake cock real good. Wanna watch your cunt get fucked hard tonight.”

Chris smirked when your pussy clenched and you mewled wantonly under his touch. Your eyes locked on his as he scissored his digits making you feel the burn as he held your head in place.

“I’m going to enjoy watching you writhe under my thumb.” His eyes gleamed with elation as your bottom lip started to tremble.

“Relax, Darlin’. This’ll be fun.” He winked before letting your head drop onto the bed with an “-oof”.

He drizzled a copious amount lube onto the phallic object and placed the small tip just past your opening. “Not that you really need lube, you’re already soaking the comforter.” He said condescendingly, making your face warm as you felt your arousal drip between your cheeks.

He stood and reached for a tiny silver and black remote he left on his nightstand as your heart raced a mile and minute just waiting for him to press the button. He loved making you wait, loved watching your eyes go wide with nervous excitement.

And with a click of a button, the machine whirled to life.

It ever so slowly pushes into your drenched heat, spreading your walls with its ridged texture before dragging itself out leisurely. The sensation was unusual, the stretch you were familiar with but the whirring of the machine made everything feel different, almost clinical.

Chris clicked the button again upping the speed when your eyes shut at the pleasure blossoming in your belly. Letting out a soft sigh, you relish the way the machine never ceased, constantly prodding and pushing past your inner lips with prowess.

You’re shaken from your thoughts when Chris leaned on the bed with his fists and loomed over you.

“Ready for more, Darlin’?”

His eyes are hard but edged with his usual softness, making sure you were alright with continuing.

You wiggled your hips, desperately needing the machine to pick up its pace. The steady drives were starting to feel torturous and you wished it to move faster.

Your hands dug into Chris’s shirt as you begged, “Yes. More. Please.”

Chris licked his lips as he watched you squirm, already looking shamelessly fucked and on the brink of cumming and it was only the second speed. He loved seeing you this way, so worked up, knowing it was all his doing. Something about the way your eyes glazed over and the sweat that beaded your brow got him rock hard.

He ripped his shirt off and unbuckled his jeans and let them hang open on his hips while he teased you a bit more with the slower speed. He fisted out his hardening cock with a groan and gave it a few tugs as he took in the tantalizing view.

“Like what you see, Baby?” Chris teased as you watched him work his thick length. You groaned obscenely; the image of your tatted man touching himself add fuel to the flames.

Your core fluttered around the dildo as Chris jerked his cock in time with the machine. Up and down, up and down. Constantly spreading you open and dragging itself over your clit. It started to drive you mad as it held you just on the precipice.

You tugged at the binds holding your thighs open and reached for Chris, “Fuck, please, make it go faster!”

He upped the speed, clicking the remote 4 times quickly which propelled the machine to pound into your heat at a much quicker pace. The fake cock dove past your opening and slid over your G-Spot with every thrust as it met your tilting hips.

Your back arched from the invasion of the unrelenting machine. Each drive sending you closer and closer to your peak as it plowed into your depths ravenously.

“Fuck, Chris. I can’t- I can’t hold it!” You called out, unsure if he’d allow you solace from the intense pressure blossoming in your belly.

You heard him moan at first but his command was solid. “Cum, Darlin’. Cum all you want tonight.”

Your body locked up tight, tipping over the blissful edge as you finally hit your peak with a hoarse scream. Sweat dripped off your body as your channel spasmed from the pleasurable assault.

Your heart echoed off your ribs as you came down from the exhilarating high, wincing when the dildo nudged against your cervix as your body sagged deeper into the comforter.

“Ok. Ok. I’m good.” You motioned to Chris to turn the machine off as it worked your sopping, sensitive depths at the same speed. You whimpered with every thrust; the sensations too powerful.

He smirked from his spot at the foot of the bed, gripping the base of his girth tight before taking a step forward and kneeling over you.

“I thought you’d want to try out one of your fantasies.” He traced a finger down your sweaty jaw before bringing the salty digit to his mouth. “You know… taking a cock from both ends.”

“Fuck.” Your belly twisted hard.

You let out a lewd moan at the thought of having your mouth stuffed along with your pussy. He was right. It was one of your biggest fantasies ever since you met him. He had the most suckable cock and your pussy longed to be spread every time you went down on him to quell the ache.

“Oh, is my Girl getting’ cold feet now?” He mocked, tapping his red, swollen crown against your lips. “Come on. Open that pretty mouth for me like you did your cunt.”

He bucked his hips forward, earning a surprised moan from you as it vibrated his length. He pressed the bulbous head past your lips with a grin, feeling your mouth instantly water.  

Your eyes rolled into your skull as he slid over your tongue was ease, nudging the back of your throat with a grunt. You felt fingers scratch at your scalp and a caramel like voice flood your ears.

“Thatta Girl, knew you’d love getting stuffed this way.”

You stretched your lips wide trying to accommodate his length as he pushed into your warmth. His hips thrusted steadily into your mouth matching the unrelating pace of the mechanical device between your legs.

It was so overwhelming. The incessant pounding from both ends was nonstop and you didn’t know which to focus on. Chris’s low grunts and the way he looked down at you with such an animalistic hunger made your heart stutter.

“You look so pretty like this.” His voice was calm and collected as he dug his fingers into your locks, “All spread out and ready for me to use however I want.”

The constant pressure in your belly boiled over so quickly you didn’t have time to give a warning as you let out a muffled shout around his cock, squirting your release all over the veiny dildo and the comforter below.

“Fuck. Love it when you can’t hold back. My wrecked, little cock slut.” He slapped your cheek with a harsh smack adding to the immense sensations, making your mind spin and your skin sizzle.

Your hands grasped his hips for purchase, needing something to ground you while your body quivered under his command.

His brows pinched with surprise when your hands cupped his sack and gripped the sensitive balls, giving them a light tug. His hold on your hair tightened severely, making you vibrate his length with a painful whine.

“Maybe I’ll text Seb… tell him to come over for some beers one night.” He suggested before holding steady at the back of your throat after a rather unforgiving thrust, halting your breathing with his thickness.

“Dress you up real pretty and let him fuck that filthy mouth of yours while I pound your pretty cunt.”

You sputtered then, choking around his girth at the thought of being used in such an obscene way. Your pussy spasmed around the relentless dildo as it forced you to the edge yet again.

“Do you think he’d fill your mouth as much as I do? I’d cum so hard seeing your throat bulge around his cock.”

The thought of having them both ravage your body, fucking into you with all their strength and loosening your holes made that tight coil in your belly snap. Your body shook heavily as you exploded around the machine for the 3rd time that night despite the lack of air.

“Fuck.” The lewd swear he gritted out barely registered as you floated in a foggy abyss, just on the edge of passing out.

You desperately sucked in a deep breath when Chris pulled his cock free from your lips, oxygen swarming your burning lungs and ramping up the intensity of the blissful onslaught as you let out a ragged scream into the bedroom.  

He laid your limp head onto the bed softly as you lazily blinked up at him with a glistening, spit covered chin.

“Lookin’ like I fucked you dumb, Darlin’.” He chuckled before mounting your face with a knee on either side. “Hold on just a bit longer, wanna see you choke on my cum.”

Chris angled his cock over your lips, hushing your pitiful whimpers as you welcomed his cock back into your mouth with a soft mewl.

He clenched his teeth, gripping the sheets hard as you swallowed around his length, tempting him to cum with every tilt of his hips.

He held your head steady with one hand as he fucked your skull into the mattress with heavy shoves, “Such a good girl lettin’ me do whatever I want.”

Your eyes fell shut and your core fluttered around the merciless dildo, knowing without a doubt you’d always let him do whatever he wanted. You were wrapped around his finger.

A stinging slap to your cheek and a gruff command of “Look at me” forced your teary eyes open.

“Think you can cum again? One more time for, Daddy?” His lips twisted into a sly grin knowing the term would do a number on you.

You yearned to groan aloud at him calling himself “Daddy”, but all that came out was a garbled, juicy mess as he stretched your lips wide. You felt a wave of pleasure ramping up even though your body was spent, so exhausted and overstimulated, but still, you couldn’t help the way your body bent to his will.

“Your cunt’s gonna be so tender tomorrow.” He drawled, out between groans, “So raw and used I might have to fuck that tight, little ass of yours.”

Knowing he would try to fit his thickness into your barely touched puckered rim made your body severely thrash as the impending orgasm crashed down hard. Your jaw went slack and your body drifted on a cloud of angelic pleasure that allowed Chris to prod your throat with his throbbing, angry crown.

He smacked your cheek making sure you were alert, “Gonna cum, my little Cock Slut. I want you to take it all.”

You felt his grip tighten on your numb scalp as he flooded your mouth with his seed. Grunting out a gravelly, “Fuck”, when he coated your tongue with white.

Automatically you swallowed, only to choke on the thick spend as it slowly slid down your throat causing your eyes to go wide.

“Swallow, Sweetheart. Swallow.” He commanded while hushing your frantic coughs when he slipped his cock from your lips.

He rubbed at your neck helping to ease down the copious amount of cum sticking to your windpipe as you swallowed for the final time.

You grasped his wrist suddenly, surprising him as he looked you over with worry watching as your face twisted in pleasurable agony when the machine made you cum for the 5th time tearing a guttural groan from your body.

“Oh, God. Please, no more, Daddy!” You begged at him with teary eyes.

“Fuck! Sorry, Sweetheart!” Chris thumbed the tiny remote quickly slowing the gears to a halt and finally turning it off.

Your breathing was labored but you licked at the drying spit/cum mixture from your lips lazily. You were so tired even the small act was draining.

Chris untied your thighs from the straps and carefully laid your legs straight out making you groan with discomfort. “I know, Sweetheart.” He said with a sorrowful sigh as he laid down next to you.

He cupped your chin turning you to face him, “Was it everything you wanted?”

You could tell he was worried, especially since he forgot to turn the machine off. With a soft smile, you tried to calm his worry, “More so. It was perfect. Thank you, Daddy.”

“Missed you so much.” Chris admitted between rushed kisses, “Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you. About this body.” His hand dove into your leggings and found your panties drenched. “About this sweet pussy.”

He leaned his forehead against yours watching as your face twisted in pleasure as he ground his palm against your tiny nub, “Can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me. Gonna split you open all over again, just like the first time.”

It’d been 2 months since you’d last seen one another and the tension was palpable. The car ride home from the airport via a car service was full of longing stares, playful touches and sneaky kisses as you sat in the back seat like anxious teenagers, desperate to get your hands on one another.

Your eyes slammed shut at his statement, knowing that despite the times you fucked yourself with the few dildos you owned while he was away, nothing compared to Chris.

He was right. It’d be just like your first time together.

He dragged you from your thoughts when he pushed two fingers into your sopping heat, tearing a broken gasp from your lips. His auburn beard scratched your cheek as he peppered kisses down your jaw. Your silky walls welcomed his digits, fluttering and constricting at the intrusion.

“Damn. Forgot how tight you can get, Darlin’.” His lips fit over your open ones as you let out a tiny moan when he scissored his fingers, spreading you open. The kiss was vicious, his tongue diving over yours with long, playful swipes. Your core clenching so hard his fingers faltered.

“That’s my Girl. Come on, lemme feel you cum. Give it to me.” He grunted, while thrusting his clothed covered hard on against your hip.

His command pushed you over the edge and you came with an abrupt shout, easily hitting your peak via another person after so long. Your body shook in his grasp as he eased away the aftershocks with soft, tender kisses.

You stared at him, relishing the way his eyes were blown wide having just seen you come apart so quickly under his touch. It took your breath away to be back in his hold again. To have him home.

His lips twisted into that dorky smile as you sunk down to your knees wanting to return the favor before he split you in two. 

“This belt. This fucking belt.” You laughed, slipping the thick red material through the shiny double loops. He wore this belt all the damn time. It simultaneously drove you mad and caused your pussy to combust. Of all the belts he could wear, he always chose this bright red one and you loved it.

Chris stared down at you in a stupor. “What’s the problem?”

You quirked your head, “Something about this belt drives me wild.”

Chris smirks at your admission but then his jaw falls when your fingers find their way inside his jeans and circle his length. His hips involuntarily jolting in your grasp.

“Fuck, it’s been so fuckin’ long.” He groaned as you pull his rigid cock from the confines of his jeans and playfully lick at his swollen crown.

He stared in fascination as you licked from base to tip before circling the bulbous head with your lips. His cock was heavy on your tongue as you swallowed him down and jerked the base with tight tugs. You rolled his balls in your left palm, clamping your thighs together to ease the ache whenever he let out a lewd groan.

You bobbed your head skillfully over his length eventually feeling his cock swell. You flicked his perineum friskily before pulling away, leaving him painfully on edge.

A deep growl resonated through his chest, “You’re playing a dangerous game, Sweetheart.”

“Then why don’t you punish me?” Your tongue poked out the side of your mouth, hoping he’d take the bait and fuck you on the floor.

He surprised you by shaking his head and dragging that god forsaken belt from his jeans before wrapping each end around his fists. “I’ll get to that sweet cunt in a minute. But right now, I want your mouth back on my cock.”

One moment you were sitting on your heels gloating and the next Chris had looped the belt around the back of your neck pulling you flush against his lower abs.

“Gonna punish that wicked mouth before I open up your cunt.”

His cock bounced in your peripheral as he held you close before easing up enough on the belt for his girth to find your lips once more. He gave you no time to adjust as he pushed his length between your lips causing you to sputter.

His hold on the belt barely gave you any freedom, only allowing you to pull off until your lips brushed his reddened tip. He let you suck on the crown momentarily until he forced his way back into your mouth when he tugged on the ends of the belt.

Your hands sought out his hips as he drove his thickness in and out nudging your tonsils with every pass. His grunts of satisfaction had your core quivering and the way his cock swelled whenever it hit the back of your throat had your eyes rolling with arousal.

“Missed bein’ on your knees for me, huh, Pretty Girl?” His mouth hung open as your debauched groans vibrated his cock in reply. “Missed havin’ my cock stretch out your holes?”

Your belly twisted at his words and then heaved when he pulled on the belt making you take every inch of his length. The breath in your lungs burned and the belt around the back of your neck dug into your skin as he watched from above at your pitiful struggles.

His brows pitched together when he felt your throat convulse, “Lookit’ you droolin’ all over my cock like a good little cock slut.”

You scratched at his jeans desperate to breathe, lungs sizzling aflame and just as your face started to tingle, he pulled free from your mouth letting you fall onto all fours.

You coughed out the stale breath from your lungs while Chris dropped to his knees behind you. He ran his hands over the curve of your ass before shoving the waist band of the leggings and your panties down your thighs effectively trapping your legs together.

-SMACK-

Your head shot up with a shriek when Chris landed the belt onto your exposed skin before grabbing a handful of your behind. “Love this ass. Love watching it jiggle as I fuck you.”

Teeth nipped at your flesh causing you to call out his name in the dim foyer and push back onto his face with a soft whimper. His fingers found your core once again, tracing your slit from end to end before spitting onto your puffy mound.

Your arms buckled and your upper body fell onto the carpet with a whine as Chris spread apart your inner lips, “What a sight for sore eyes.”

He pushed two fingers through your glistening lips, curling his digits just right to make you see stars. Your body yearned as it instinctively pushed back, softly chanting, “More.”

“You think you can take my cock? Think it’ll fit in this tight cunt?”

You whimpered when he smacked his pulsating girth against your soaked core after removing his fingers, teasing your quivering opening with his throbbing cock head. “It’s going to hurt, Baby...”

You shook your head, not caring about the repercussions. You needed his cock, now.

He slowly pushed into your warmth as the foyer filled with debauched moans and low growls. Every inch felt like it lasted forever before he bottomed out, punching the breath from your lungs when he bumped your cervix with his massive cock. He stretched you so wide it felt like you’d split in two if he wasn’t careful.

He caressed the junction of your neck with tender kisses as he leaned over you, “So good to finally be buried deep inside you.”

He kept his hips still letting you relax around his girth until he felt you shift. The growing need to get fucked was consuming your body to the point of vibration once your core got used to the thickness. You wanted him to take you hard. Fuck you into the floor and make your voice hoarse.

He chuckled in your ear at your pitiful attempts of moving under him. He breathed in your scent, the one he missed waking up to every morning while he was away. He withdrew his cock slowly before slamming back into your heat with a heavy punch that made your body shove forward with a wrecked moan.

“Need it so bad, don’t you Darlin’.” He repeated his actions, making your cheek burn on the carpet as he fucked into you so powerfully your world spun. His grip was tight on your hips as he thrusted into your swollen core, leaving crescent moons in your flesh.

“I’ll take care of you. Make sure your cunt is molded back into the shape of my cock.”

His hips never faltered. The steady pace made your body surge with every drive. He reverted to curling his hands around your shoulders making you take every inch he was giving.

Still, you needed more.

You tried to buck your hips, not knowing why you were doing it but your body just needed something. Your hands slammed into the floor and you screamed out in confused agony. Your core was tight and ready to explode but you just couldn’t get there.

Chris stilled his hips watching your turmoil before reaching for the fallen belt next to him.

“Shhh. I’ve got what you need, Darlin’.” He whispered into the dim room while grabbing the base of your neck and hauling you onto your hands.

Your head hung forward despairingly, on the verge of tears when suddenly you felt the rough belt at the front of your neck. Chris grasped both sides again, pulling steadily until you were on the tips of your fingers. Your heart leapt into your throat feeling your neck compress at the odd angle but your belly strained immensely.

Anxious gasps echoed off the walls when his hips began to move. Picking up pace with every drive, sliding over your soaked walls and pressing against your cervix with fury and determination.

Chris tugged on the belt, using the momentum to fuck your body back onto his cock, grinning madly at your raspy, choked moans and the way your walls convulsed. Slick dripped down your tied-up thighs soaking your leggings as he molded your cunt around him.

“Like me fuckin’ into this cunt like I own it?” He grunted, snapping his hips quickly feeling your walls obscenely tighten signaling your oncoming peak. “Gonna fill this pretty cunt. Make you swell with my load.”

Your body bowed; the tension unbearable. Your neck pushed against the unforgiving belt until you exploded into a million pieces when your peak slammed through you. You squirted your release with a hoarse shout, soaking your thighs along with Chris’s as he rode out your orgasm.

Chris groaned sinfully as he felt your cum drip from his sack and smack against your ass with every pummel of his cock. He pulled on the belt savagely until you were slotted against his chest. Chris wrapped his right arm around your waist possessively as your knees buckled, threatening to give out.

His left hand held both ends of the belt keeping your head locked against his shoulder. His voice gruff in your ear as he pounded into you with a controlling force.

“Such a dirty girl takin’ my cock on the floor… like a good breedin’ bitch.” He licked up the side of your face making you whine. The over stimulation had your body thrashing as he kept an even pace, pushing through your folds with a punishing pace.

His left hand tightened the slack on the belt cutting off your sobs instantly. He withheld your oxygen for a few seconds, relishing the way your body locked up around him. Your mouth bobbed open like a fish, desperate for air the entire time.

He eased the tension with a teasing chuckle, “Something about watching you struggle makes my cock so hard.”

He cut your air off again, spearing into your swirling warmth while your hands scratched at the arm wrapped around your waist frantically. The pressure in your belly boiled. You were going to cum and there was nothing you could do about it.

“Lemme feel that cunt soak my cock one more time, Darlin’.” He urged, nipping at your jaw.

His hips stuttered for the first time, getting closer and closer to the edge with every drive. He wasn’t going to last much longer but he wasn’t going to cum without you.

Your mind started slipping from the lack of oxygen and the constant over stimulation. Your body was tired and beaten, but still the pressure in your belly was intent on snapping.

“Gimme that cunt. Cum all over me.” He demanded with a harsh slap to your mound and released the slack on the belt. His fingers slapped against your tiny nub over and over until your body lit up and you shook heavily in his arms, cumming with a silent scream that finished with a feral growl.

Chris grunted in your ear as you milked his girth forcefully. His cock swelled and flooded his spend into your awaiting heat where it welcomed everything he had to give.

Chris slipped from your body and lowered the two of you to the ground panting the final tremors of the ravenous act. Your eyes felt heavy and your body screamed, but you lifted your head to plant a soft kiss on his lips as he leaned over your spent body.

“It’s good to have you home.” You whispered, against his lips as he pulled them into a smile. 

“She was called to the hospital to help with a delivery, so Dr. Barber will be performing your exam today.”

A new Doctor? Your palms instantly start to sweat.

You took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Everything will be fine. It’s just the same usual appointment, but now with a stranger who happens to be a man. Your stomach soured.

“Hey, you’re in good hands. Dr. Barber is well known in the field. You’ve got nothing to worry about.” She gave you a sympathetic smile before closing the door behind her.

You changed quickly, tying the oversized robe in front like she said and placed your folded-up clothes and shoes on a black chair in the corner.

Just as you made it back onto the gurney, a loud knock sounded and a statuesque man stepped into view.

His dark brown locks were tousled, yet kempt and the auburn beard he sported framed his jaw line and lips perfectly as he spoke.

“Y/N?” He questioned, looking up from his laptop.

“Uh, yes. Hi.”

His smile was warm but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Hi. I’m Dr. Barber. Dr. Monroe was called to the hospital last minute.”

You brushed his unnerving gaze off not needing to add to your anxiety. “Yes, the nurse told me.”

He gave a curt nod before his eyes trailed down your frame, leering at your exposed knees.

You shifted, covering yourself shyly and looking away, unsure of what to do.

He cleared his throat and browsed through his laptop for a moment. “Alright, let’s get started. How’ve you been feeling?”

“Just fine.” You glanced up briefly to find him staring at you, only to have your eyes once again meet the floor.

“No random periods or discharge?”

“Nope.”

“Taking all the usual vitamins, still?”

“Yes.”

“Great.” He stated with a soft, sarcastic tone that made your face pinch with unease. 

He set his laptop on the counter behind him with a sigh. “Now, before we start the exam, I want to make one thing clear.” His voice was steady and demanding. “I need you to maintain eye contact with me at all times, even when I’m not looking at you.”

Your brow furrowed with curiosity but you kept your eyes on the shiny white linoleum as he explained. “I need to make sure you’re comfortable throughout the exam.”

You nodded, dismissively. Your eyes made it halfway up his white lab coat to where his brown leather belt met his striped black and blue tie.

The hands on his hips made you feel like a child when you didn’t follow his instructions.

“I want words and eyes up here, Y/N.” He pointed to his face.

Your eyes trailed up his tie and the deep blue button up, over his trimmed beard and sculpted nose to those hazy azure pools.

You licked your lips with a dry tongue cringing when your lips stuck to the muscle. “Yes.”

“Good. Now, lie back.” His voice was tinged with slight irritation.

The ceiling was your only source of comfort. There was a small picture of a beach scene tacked above the bed. Waves crashed into a foamy mess as a serene, golden sun set in the distance. 

“Eyes on me.” Fingers snapped you back to reality as he stepped into your peripheral. 

Once your eyes were on his, he spoke. “I’m going to do the breast exam now.” He stated, opening the top of your robe before you had a chance to steel yourself. 

Your skin pebbled in the cool air of the room making you shiver.

“Sorry to do this to you. Looks like you’re already cold and my hands are not the warmest.” The tops of his fingers made your skin burn as he splayed his fingers over your tender flesh.

“But they’ll warm up.” He sent you a playful wink. 

The pads of his fingers prodded your globes feeling for any lumps before switching to your other breast and repeating his actions. 

Your eyes stayed locked on his, too afraid to suffer any repercussions.

Suddenly, he cupped both of your breasts and roughly squeezed them. Your breathing stuttered. That never happened at an exam before. 

He smirked at your confusion, eyes twinkling to life as he watched your inner struggle.

“I do things a bit differently than others, it’s just the way I work.”

Just then his fingers tweaked your nipples, pulling just on the edge of painful tearing a surprised whine from your lips and then he was gone. 

You shoved the robe back into place quickly, careful to not brush your throbbing peaks as the pain lingered.

He walked back to the countertop and typed a few more notes. With his back to you, you took the chance and flicked your eyes to the picture, desperate for a moment of solace. 

“Your breasts are healthy. No signs of lumps or anything to be concerned about.” 

You heard him talking but didn’t take in a word he said. The orange hued sun felt warm on your skin as your feet dug into the coarse sand with every step-

An annoyed cough echoed off the walls making you jump. Your eyes flicked to his with worry, hating that you didn’t pay enough attention to realize he has stopped talking. 

He looked aggravated with his hands perched on his hips again as he scolded you, “Now what did I say about eye contact?”

You swallowed cautiously only realizing he wanted a response when he lowered his head and stared at you with hard eyes. 

“Eyes on you the whole time.” You rushed the words, your heart thumping against your ribs like a hummingbird. 

“That’s right.” He spoke the words slowly, in a mocking sort of way.

He took a step towards the gurney and played with the hem of the robe that laid over your knee, “You should be thankful I’m this thorough, none of the other doctors take the time to do this.”

The pang of guilt you felt made your heart ache. You hated letting people down and here he was only trying to do his job and you were making it difficult. 

“I am thankful. I’m sorry, I’m just really nervous.” You blabbered, wringing your fingers together out of habit.

The right side of his mouth curled obscenely, “I understand. I’ll try to make this easy on you.”

Your lips pinch into a stiff smile as you will yourself to relax. 

“Legs up onto the stirrups.” He nods towards the padded, metal attachments sticking out of the gurney. 

Your legs felt like they waded in molasses as you slowly lifted them up. You kept your eyes on the Doctor, too afraid to push his buttons anymore. The crinkling material of the pads signaled your legs were secure as you watched him slip on a pair of white gloves with a snap. 

You kept your knees shut, despite everything he said, your anxiety was still ever present. 

He sighed through his nose as he stepped closer, making you jolt against the bed when he laid both hands on your knees. 

Your eyes looked away then, it was all too real and you needed a moment to gather yourself. 

“Y/N.”

His annoyed tone clawed at your belly forcing your eyes back to his with a soft whine.

“Good Girl.”

The passing nickname should’ve been the most obvious sign something was wrong but your nerves fogged your brain of any sense of rationality.

He pushed your knees, widening your legs until they were splayed apart with a tremendous ache. The cool air of the room hit your mound making your core instinctively clench. 

Your eyes fell from his at that moment, landing on his tie, too embarrassed to maintain eye contact. You were expecting a scolding, but when your eyes flicked back to his, you found them locked onto the center of your thighs.

He stood still, openly staring at your pussy with no regret. His fingers trailed down your inner thighs, softly tickling your skin before they came to a stop at the top of your pubic bone.

You held your breath anxiously as he rubbed the crest of your mound and down the sides of your outer lips. He spread your core apart, pulling on both sets of lips with his gloved fingers. Your cheeks burned as he held you open on display for his own personal viewing.

“When was the last time you had intercourse?”

You swallowed thickly. “About 3 months ago.”

“Really?”

You nodded silently.

“Words, Y/N.” His eyes were firm, he grew tired of your resistance.

“Yes.” The lump in your throat barely allowed the word out.

His eyebrows rose in disbelief. “I would’ve thought with a pretty face like yours, you’d be beating the boys off with a stick.” His thumb dragged up your core making your nerve endings wake and tingle to life.

You watched him sit on a small, wheeled chair before reaching for the steel device that always came with discomfort. You took a deep breath knowing this would be over soon.

“Don’t worry, I’ll use plenty of lube.” He stated, smearing the clear gel onto the contraption, covering it profusely. “And for added measure…”

You shouldn’t have jerked the way you did but the cold from the lubricant stung your heated, aching pussy as he applied a slathering of the grease.

“Ready?” He chimed, before lining up the speculum and pushing in before you could answer.

The initial cold was jarring but it was instantly forgotten when he opened the device. The way the unforgiving metal pushed against your walls had you whining from the ache.

“This’ll help with the pain.” He said, calmly, placing his left hand over your clit. He pulled back the tiny hood and began rubbing tender circles over your sensitive nub.  

A knot formed deep in your belly, tightening with every pass causing your toes to curl and making you forget about the brash object spreading you open.

Your eyes went wide momentarily having never been touched this way before by a Doctor but then instinctively closed as desire clouded your mind.

“There you go.” His voice was rich and deep, each word dragged as your core twitched under his assault.

The speculum was a strange sensation. It held you open in such a way that shouldn’t feel good and yet the foreign, unyielding girth only brought unnecessary pleasure.

“Try not to clench, just relax.” His azure eyes wrinkled at the corners when he lewdly smiled, gloating in your distress.

Andy withdrew his fingers once the speculum was in place, grabbing for a prepackaged swab before unwrapping it. He rubbed it over your inner walls, his eyes were trained on the task at hand, focused and determined while his limbs worked on getting the sample he needed.

You grimaced when he took a swab of your cervix, wincing out with a sigh at the sharp pain that made your lower half cramp. “Almost done.” He declared before wrapping the sample up and depositing it on a tray to be carried away for testing.

He turned back around and slowly pulled the speculum from your frazzled body. You felt on edge, as you opened your eyes and stared at the ceiling before his voice drew your attention.

“Now, that wasn’t difficult was it?” He taunted, giving you a distrustful smile as he coated his fingers in more lube.

“No.” You responded softly.

He stood from his seat, standing over your spread knees at the foot of the gurney tracing your slick opening with his gloved digits. “I’m going to check for any lumps on your vaginal canal now.”

Andy pushed two fingers in carefully while his sight stayed locked on yours. “I’m going to scissor you open a bit so I can make my work easier.”

His thick fingers separated, widening your core with precision. Your heartbeat raced and you tried desperately not to clamp down and embarrass yourself.

You felt him rub against your walls checking for any worrying signs before pulling out and pushing back in. The drag of the gloves over your slick channel made your belly burn and you couldn’t help but clench around his fingers.

His eyes feigned shock but he knew it was a matter of time before you couldn’t resist the pleasure. You hid your face behind your hands in shame, “I’m so sorry, Dr. Barber.”

He stilled his fingers, “No apology necessary. But I need those eyes on me if I’m going to continue.”

You took a deep breath, gathering your courage and slid your hands from your heated cheeks. You were met with a sly smile and he began moving his fingers again. They never faltered and you outwardly bit your lip to keep yourself from clenching.

“It’s ok if it feels good. No need to be ashamed.” He curled his fingers suddenly making your body go rigid. It felt like you were struck by lightning. All your nerves stood on end. You’d never felt this way before, the unfamiliar sensation made your body convulse on the gurney.

“Y/N… Are you ok?” Andy stilled his hand as he looked over your frazzled face. “Was this the spot?” Feigning concern as he moved his fingers.

He knew full well what he had touched. Zeroing in on your G-Spot, he wanted to see how you’d react under his improper caress.

“Yes!” You half shouted; half moaned. The bliss was intense, making your core lock down harshly around his fingers. “Don’t, please. Don’t touch that spot again.”

It scared you how good it felt. You’d never be able to show your face in the office again if you got off during an exam.

He reveled seeing your eyes go wide with confused arousal. “Y/N, that spot might be reason for concern, I’m going to need a closer inspection.”

Your lips trembled when he slipped from your core and you watched him take off the gloves. “I’ll get a better feel of what the issue is without them on.”

Before you could stop him, his fingers were back in your heat. It was a noticeable difference without the gloves and you were already trembling with desperation.

He reveled when your lips parted and a small sigh escaped as he pushed against your walls. “No need to keep quiet, I need to know if it hurts or not.” He gave a few languid thrusts, feeling your body produce extra slick to aid in his invasion before he twisted his digits upward.

The second he touched that hidden spot you knew nothing about, you gasped. Your back arched and your eyes slammed shut as bliss ran up your spine, coaxing your orgasm to the forefront of your mind.

Andy kept his soaked fingers in place over the spongy muscle, curling them towards his body aggressively, intent on making you cum.  

He quirked his brow and flicked his eyes up to you. “It feels strange… maybe if you squeeze again it’ll help me figure out what it is.” He vilely suggested. His left hand was back on the top of your mound again thumbing at your throbbing clit.

Your heart leapt into your throat knowing your orgasm was imminent. You frantically grab at his hands, “Please, Dr. Barber, please. No-”

He paused his movements, tilted his head down and looked up at you through his lashes. The blue in his eyes was almost gone, there were now only menacing slivers of cobalt. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll take your hands off of me, lie back and let me finish my exam.”

Your heart stopped then, making your breathing waver. The lecherous look he was sending you had you carefully lying back onto the gurney with tears in your eyes. “I’m sorry, Dr. Barber.”

“Relax, Y/N. I’m almost finished.” He stated coldly before starting up on your clit again. The fingers deep inside you twisted and curled, stoking the flame that refused to lay dormant.

Your body locked up, both from nerves and from the unwanted desire. “Please- I- Doct-!”

Andy slotted his fingers against that hidden spot over and over, never ceasing his assault on your tired body until you could no longer hold back.

You struggled to breathe when your orgasm struck. Your body seized and bucked against his hand as you rode out your newfound bliss, the pressure so immense you swore you exploded into tiny, fuzzy pieces.

A soft chuckle and rolling wheels pulled you from the euphoric depths as you blinked lazily, your limbs tingled and you became aware of your surroundings once more.

Andy was washing his hands in the sink when you sluggishly sat up. You eased your legs from the stirrups, rubbing at the sore tendons of your knees when he turned around drying his hands with a paper towel.

“I’ll have Dr. Monroe give you a call when the results of the pap come in. Other than that, you’re as healthy as can be.”

You hated how your body responded during the exam. That had never happened in all the years you’d been having a pap and your face burned with humiliation. You couldn’t even look him in the face.

“Now, after all we’ve been through, you still can’t remember my one rule.” He said disappointedly. “Come on, one more time. Eyes up here.”

You closed your eyes defeatedly before lifting your head and looking up at him.

“No need to be embarrassed. It was a perfectly natural response.” Again, the warmth of his smile never reached his eyes.

You gave him a curt nod and then moved to get off the gurney wanting to leave this place as quick as possible.

He made his way to the door, laptop in hand before turning back around, “Before you leave, make an appointment for another pap, 1 year from now. Who knows? Maybe Dr. Monroe will be delivering another baby and we’ll meet again.”

He gave you a sinful smile and then left, closing the door behind him.

You tore off the robe and tossed it in the receptacle, throwing your clothes on in a hurry, desperate to leave this place and never come back.

His head jerks up when he hears a sound coming from floor above, his brow furrowing with worry as he goes to investigate.

He takes the stairs slowly, quiet as a mouse as he treads lightly on each step. His ears perk up at the light moans coming from the Master Bedroom.

Stopping momentarily, Andy shakes his head and smirks to himself when he hears another lewd groan echo into the hall. His Kitten is getting up to no good... he will have to rectify that.

He tip toes to the door as your heated moans get more boisterous.

Andy finds you splayed out on the bed you shared, fucking a rather large dildo into your glistening core. Obscene squelching noises reverberate off the walls as you fuck the fake cock into your heat.

He enjoyed watching you get off… when he allowed it.

What he didn’t enjoy was that you didn’t wait for him. He would’ve given you his cock the moment he got home, but sometimes his Little Kitten got greedy.

You knew better than to touch yourself without his permission. His blood boiled as he watched you break one of his cardinal rules.

The width of the dildo spreads you open deliciously almost to the point of painful, but you keep going. Your orgasm just within reach as you rub your fingers around your clit, spurring the pleasure on.

You think of Andy fucking into you from above telling you how good you take his cock as you climb steadily towards your peak.

Andy notices the way your mouth slacks; your orgasm is imminent. He adjusted his growing hard on and rolled up his sleeves.

Time to be Mean Daddy.

The mounting bliss swarms your body, trailing from your toes to your belly as it clenches hard awaiting the orgasm that was just within reach. The pressure in your core goes taut, seconds away from crashing when you hear a throat clearing itself to your right. It shocks you from the rapture that was just about to tear through your body.

The room was eerily silent. You laid stock still, the dildo still nestled tightly within your core as Andy walked into the room grinning wickedly. He gazed over your now shivering form, anxiety racking your system knowing you’d been caught breaking a huge rule, if not the rule.

“What do we have here?” Andy questioned. His face was stoic but his eyes blazed with fury.

You whimpered beneath his glare, “Daddy, I- It’s not what it looks like!” You yanked the dildo from your heat before throwing it on the bed next to you like it was on fire.

He laughs, “Oh? Then what exactly did I come home to?” He stands at the foot of the bed, hands falling to his hips.

Your brow furrows knowing there was no way out of this. “I just- I was really horny, Daddy. I tried to wait for you...” You shut your eyes in shame, no longer able to look him in the face.

“It’s ok, Kitten.” He says softly. His demeanor changing as he sits on the edge of the bed, “Keep going.”

Your eyes whip open, you couldn’t have heard him correctly. “Daddy?”

“Keep going.” He repeats, eyes hard on yours. “Show me how you fuck yourself.”

You gasp at the swear word, your core twitching with excitement. “Really, Daddy?”

He smirks, “Show me how greedy that pussy is.”

You lick your lips as nervous butterflies swarmed your belly. Something was not right; you were expecting a punishment. Still you were on edge from the orgasm you were so close to having, so you did as you were told.

The large dildo found its way back to your channel, spreading you open and sliding against your walls. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as you let out a wanton moan.

“God, your cunt is swallowing that cock.” He grunts, palming his clothed erection.

Your face heats at his words and your belly twists as you drag the fake cock out of your pussy and plunge it back in. Each pass through your wet folds pushes you further towards your peak. Toes curl with exhilaration knowing Andy is watching you.

Your limbs tremble under his heated gaze and the torturous rhythm you set.

“Look at you shaking, so desperate to cum.” He uttered.

He reached out, his fingers drawing circles on the skin of your slick stained inner thighs. “You’re make such a mess.”

You squeal, feeling your orgasm approaching steadily.

He notices the copious amounts of arousal puddling on the bed below you. “You’re going to lick that up after you’re done, Kitten.”

Your body shudders as he growls out the order, the words sending you over the edge. The pressure in your belly ignites, exploding sparks through every nerve as you cum with a shout, finally getting the sweet release you’d been so desperate for.

Glittery bliss fogs your mind as the bed jostles when Andy stands and looms over your spent body, his demeanor grew suddenly dark.

“That was a bit over the top, don’t you think?” Andy jabs, unbuckling his belt and taking his hard, dripping cock from the confines of his black slacks.

“Wha-?” The word slurs as you try to make sense of what was happening.

“You sounded just like a whore, desperate to earn her wage.” He jerks his cock over your bewildered form.

You whimper at his obscene words but your pussy convulses.

“Lick this mess up.” He points to the stained sheets that shine with your cum in the soft bedroom light.

You move onto all fours letting the dildo fall from your grasp. You look up at Andy, sorrow filling your eyes as you beg for forgiveness. He shakes his head with a “tsk-tsk” and shoves your face into the sodden sheets.

Your sticky release presses against your face as he holds your head down, “Be a Good Slit and lick it up.”

You wince at the horrid nickname but poke your tongue out lapping at your spilled juices.

You cry out as he moves your head with a strong hand at the base of your skull when you don’t move fast enough for him. He smears the puddle of cum all around your face, painting your features.

“A real whore cleans up the mess she makes.” He grunts as he jerks his cock, getting off on the torment he’s inflicting.

Muffled sounds come from the sheets as you try to apologize, it was getting harder to breath.

Andy releases his hold, “Present that pretty hole to Daddy.” His eyes are wild and a blaze. Ravenous energy courses through his system ready to rectify you.

You bend over splaying your swollen lower half open to him. His fingers glide over the dewy curve of your ass and stake claim on the puffy lips of your shiny core.

He enjoys watching you cower and whine as he prods at your most intimate parts. His parts.

“This hole looks well fucked. You must’ve been aching for a cock. I’m surprised you didn’t bend over for the Mail Man; he would’ve enjoyed this sweet hole.”

He taps his reddened head on your folds and thrusts in just enough to feel your warmth envelope his crown. You groan into the sheets as he teases your over stimulated core, still throbbing with the intense aftershocks of your orgasm.

Andy bends over your body covering your smaller frame before whispering, “For breaking the rule, you’re not allowed to cum.”

You cry pitifully at his command. There was no way you’d be able to not cum, you were over stimulated from edging all day and now he was adding fuel to the flames.

“You should’ve thought about the repercussions before you let your cunt makes the decisions.”

With a hard snap of his hips he slides home and bottoms out causing you to yelp in pain. He lets out a satisfied groan as he feels you stretch around his girth.

His arm covets your shoulders and pulls you back onto his cock allowing you no reprieve. Constantly full and stimulated.

Andy’s dress shirt rubs against your spine reminding you of how clothed he still was. The tiny act makes you feel even more degraded.

His breath tickles the side of your face with every groan as he fucks into your sopping depths.

“You fucked yourself open.” He grunts, breathing deeply as he pummels his hips faster. “What a sloppy, stretched out hole you are.”

You claw at the sheets feeling the weighty need to cum drawing closer with every thrust. Heavy fog clouds your mind again, dulling every sense except touch.

Your core felt every pull and spear of Andy’s thick, veiny cock as he pushed with hard shoves into your heat, hurling you towards your unwanted peak.

Andy smacks your face when you don’t respond, “Is my Slit getting fucked stupid or did it forget to answer me?”

“What?” You sputter, unaware he even spoke. Too caught up in the forced pleasure you were having to endure.

“I asked” He spits out, voice full of irritation. “If you could even feel my cock.”

“Yes, Daddy.” You reply, raggedly.

He pushes his hips flush against your ass and he nudges your cervix cruelly. You wail from the cramping sensation nestled deep in your belly.

“You’re so loose it feels like you’ve had a quite a few cocks in this cunt today.” He sneers into the side of your face, his beard scratching your cheek before licking at the sweat stained skin of your shoulder.

Abruptly, your flipped over and laid on your back as Andy slots himself over you, driving his cock back into your tight warmth.

The new position allows his cock to smooth over your walls with prowess. Your tiny nub taking the brunt of each powerful ram as his length hits every crucial spot only he knows.

His face was rigged as he held his pleasure at bay wanting to drag out your torture. Your pussy clenched down as you watched him take you from above just like you had pictured moments ago.

“Is my Slit thinking of cumming when she’s not supposed to?”

“No- Daddy. No, please!” You yelped, desperate to hold off and please him.

“If you cum, I’m going to drag you down to the jailhouse and let those men have their way with you.” He spat.

The ominous threat sent you spiraling.

Your mouth went slack as the pleasure began to heighten, the tip of your tongue slipping out from between your lips when he angled his cock, thrusting against your G-Spot with long strokes.

“Leave that tongue out like a real cock slut. Begging to have both your holes filled.” He grunted.

An intense wave a bliss had you shuddering in his grip as you thought of being used by multiple men.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” His hips thrusting deeper.

“You want to be used? Have a cock fuck your mouth and this filthy cunt at the same time?” He growled when you clenched hard around him.

Andy covered your body with his fucking into you with vigor, pushing your body up the bed with every drive. His hands grab your cheeks, pulling them apart, “What about that sweet asshole? How many loads do you think it can take before it’s full?”

“Daddy! Let me cum! I need to cum!” You shriek with frantic desperation.

“Hold it!” He growls into your skin as he chases his pleasure.

Your searing heat fits him like a glove and milks him for all he’s worth. Each plunge into your core drives both of you closer and closer as you claw at one another’s bodies.

Suddenly, just as your orgasm was about to shatter, Andy pulls from your heat and jerks his cock with fervor.

He growls out his release, painting thick ropes of white all over your mound and belly.

You stare up at him dumbfounded. Your body vibrating, wanting nothing more than to cum and to feel his seed coat your walls.

After his breathing steadies, he softly tucks his cock away and reaches for his loose tie before undoing it with a satisfied groan.

His large hands cage yours easily as you lie in shock of what just happened. Before you knew it, Andy had tied both of yours hands to the headboard with little give.

“Daddy, what’s happening?” You whimper, tears pricking your eyes.

“If only you were good then you’d be dripping with me.” He says with a sigh.

He moves around the bed and towards the door before looking back. “You’re being punished. Lay there and think about what you’ve done.”

You huff out a light sob as Andy looks you over with soft eyes, he wants to take pity but you’ve got to learn.

“Bad Slits don’t get Daddy’s cum.”

He heard this place was running tricks. A Glory Hole out back for paying customers who could keep their mouths shut. Andy had no problem with that.

Soft Core Pornos played on small TVs embedded into the walls with copious amounts of toys, lubes and bondage gear stocking the shelves.

Andy casually strolled down the last isle pretending to look at some magazines before sauntering over to a grimy countertop placed at the back of the building.

An older woman sat at the oversized counter engrossed in an erotic novel as Andy shifted on his feet, clearing his throat.  

The woman’s eyes flicked up to Andy before she begrudgingly put her book down.

“It’ll be $50. Cash.” She said, sounding disinterested.

He ruffled through his wallet and deposited the money in her hand trying to not raise his head.

“Down the hall. Last door on the left.” She said, pointing with her thumb to the black curtain to her left.

“Have fun.” She feigned a smile and picked her book back up.

Andy passed through the curtain and walked down the hall intent with getting to his location. Various groans, creaky wood and the smell of sex filled the air as he strode by a handful of doors before arriving to his destination.

He stood in front of the door for a moment, unsure if he could actually go through with this. Maybe he could get his money back?

He heard a set of footsteps sound at the end of the hall and without thinking he grabbed the doorknob and dove into the room.

His heart pounded heavily against his chest as he leaned against the door feeling as though he almost got caught. He laughed to himself thinking how stupid he just looked to some guy who was headed to get his rocks off.

Andy peered around the tiny room as he took his hat off and stuck the brim in the back pocket of his jeans along with his sunglasses. A small bulb hung from the ceiling producing a dim yellow hue, a bench with a box of tissues and a small cut out in what looked like a wall covered in wood paneling.

He rubbed his face with dismay. How he ever talked himself into doing this…

Andy heard shuffling beyond the wall and then a faint, female voice.

“Hello?” You ponder with a quiet tone, unsure if anyone was in the opposite room.

You learned to not look through the hole. You made that mistake once and you never wanted to repeat it. Plus, the boss man didn’t want you to know who you’d be “servicing”. Something about privacy.

Andy cleared his throat nervously, his voice sounding just as timid. “Uh, yeah. Yeah. Hi.”

You smile at his apprehensiveness. It was rare that you got a Glory Hole Virgin.

“First time, huh?” Your smile coming across in your tone.

“That obvious?” Andy smirked as you let out a warm laugh.

“Yeah, but it’s ok. There’s nothing to be afraid off.” You scoot closer to the wall, the padded plastic bench you sat on crinkled under your weight.

“Why don’t you get relaxed. If you’re wearing a jacket you can hang it on the hook to the left.” You hear him shucking off his jacket in the tiny space. His movements cause the small bit of light pouring through the hole to flicker.

You motion for him to come forward when you slipped your hand through the hole, reaching out into the empty space until his hand found yours.

It caught you off guard, your hand jolting in his grip. “Shit. I’m sorry. Am I not allowed to do that?” He sounded genuinely concerned.

“It’s alright. I was just expecting a hard cock is all.” You laughed again, overcome with how sweet the man on the other side of the wall was. His larger hand encased yours until you maneuver his grip and lock hands with him.

“Oh…” He’s grateful you can’t see his face as it turns beat red. “That makes sense.”

“You’ve got soft skin.” You say, running your hands over his palm and up his wrist.

“Uh, thanks.” He responds with a dazed tone, enraptured with the way your hands feel tracing over his palm.

Andy bit his lip from the tender sensation. If your hands felt this nice on just his palm, he could only imagine how they would feel on his dick.

Blood began to pool in his cock, straining against his jeans with every trace you made from fingertip to wrist.

Boldly, you made a fist with your hand and grasped two of his fingers. Andy gasped at the lewd motion as you slowly jerked his fingers. You knew what was happening when the man went quiet.

“Are you hard?” Your lust filled voice cut through the spell Andy was under as he watched your tiny hand pull at his digits.

“Yes.” He declared, no longer ashamed of where he was.

“Good. Now, why don’t you take your cock out and let me feel all of you.”

You hear him shuffling his clothes around and a zipper sound before he speaks with unease, “Do you want me to just place it in your hands or…?”

“Yes, come here. I want to see how big you are.”

Andy stepped closer to the wall as your tiny hand wrapped around his impressive girth. You both gasp when your hand circles his rock hard length and slides down ever so slowly.

“Fuck.” Andy groaned, leaning his head back on his shoulders. Your tender touches make his blood boil.

“Does that feel good?” You ask, jerking your fist around his cock before grazing the crown with gentle caresses.

“You have no idea.”

His hips shake when you jerk his cock with a steady grip, traveling down his shaft and back up to swirl your palm around the head. Precum smears your hand prompting you to want more.

“Let me have a taste?” Your voice sounds innocent but it’s laced with a hint of yearning.

You carefully pull his cock through the cut-out in the wood paneling. His package takes up the entire hole, making him press his body against the wall when you bring his balls through to your side.

You stare at the straining appendage for a minute, overwhelmed with how thick he was. Your mouth watered and your thighs clenched together instinctively as a drop of precum leaked from the tip.

“Uh… everything ok?” Andy questions worriedly until he feels a hot swipe travel from the hairy base to the reddened tip.

His eyes slammed shut with a hearty growl when you dragged your tongue up the expanse of his girth before swirling around the head. You lick at the precum and relish it’s salty tang.

“You’ve got a magnificent cock, Sir.” You declared before stretching your mouth wide and swallowing him down.

Andy’s hips jolt forward not expecting you to take him completely in your mouth so suddenly. Your jaw stretched to accommodate his thickness as your hand fondles his sack with light caresses.

His deep, sinful moans are somewhat muffled but they hit your ears like a choir of angels.

Your bob your head on his length and jerk what you cannot fit, saliva slicking your grip as he thrusts a little in your hand. Your lips suckle at his frenulum, causing him to growl.

“God Damn. Your mouth feels amazing.”

You smile with glee around his throbbing cock, determined on getting him to fill your mouth.

Hard tugs jerk his thickness with prowess as your left hand pulls tenderly at his sack. You can’t help but vibrate his length with your joyful moans as you feel him swell over your tongue. Rarely did you get to service a cock like this.

Your core wept wantonly as you sucked on his cock. It pooled between your thighs and screamed at you to ease the tremendous ache caused by this stranger.

Andy out right whimpered when you poked at his urethra, gingerly nudging your tongue into the tiny hole.

He rested his head on the wood paneling, overcome with the intense sensations. He never had a woman use her tongue on him this way, it was devastatingly profound.

It’d been too long; he wasn’t going to last. He brought his fist up and banged on the wall with pleasant irritation.

You halted nervously, pulling off with a slurp, “Are you ok?”

“Shit- Yes. Sorry. It’s just been... it’s been a long time.” Andy sputtered. “Please, keep going.”

You heard the sadness in his voice and it tugged at your heart strings.

“A cock like this should never go a day without getting wet.” You crudely professed before taking his cock back into your mouth and sucking greedily at the bulging head, desperately needing to taste his seed

Andy felt his belly go taunt when you flicked your tongue around his cock head before swallowing him down. Your gag reflex kicked in as he met the back of your throat with a heavy punch.

He growled a low, “Fuck” as his body shook. His sack shrunk signaling his oncoming orgasm.

“Fill my mouth, Sir.” You command quickly before swallowing him down and gagging heavily around his length.

Andy’s muscles lock tight as his brain floods with endorphins. The rapture of finally hitting his peak via another person causes a full body shudder to pass through him and he cums with a strong howl.

He released his hearty load into your awaiting mouth and you eagerly swallowed it down. You slowly jerk his cock adding to the overstimulation of sucking at the tip making sure you got every last drop.

Sadly, you let his cock slip from your mouth and he pulls his dick through the hole.

You hear him panting from the powerful orgasm when he rests his body against the wall. He sluggishly stuffs his throbbing cock back in his jeans overwhelmed with the pleasure he so desperately needed.

“Um… I hope that was good for you.” Your usual meekness back in play.

Andy huffs out a laugh. “Oh, Darlin. If you only knew what you just did for me…” He trails off, not wanting to divulge too much.

You beam upon hearing how satisfied he was. Something about him made you feel different but you tried not to think about it. That wasn’t good for this line of work.

“Well, I’ll be here the same time next week… you know, if you want to stop by. Just ask for Room 6.” You hated the way you sounded, smacking your hand against your forehead. This wasn’t a restaurant.

He waited a minute before he speaking, twisting his ballcap in his hands.

“I wasn’t sure what to expect coming here… so thank you. Honestly.” His voice was full of sincerity and longing. You wished you could see his face; rules be damned.

He gathers his jacket, throws his hat on and shades his eyes before stepping out of the door with a smirk.

“I’ll see you next week.”