by Lexi Hots
It was a good day to not wear underwear.
The sensation was a tease, though, leaving me trembling and desperate for more, and he withheld just enough to leave me hungrier for whatever he had to offer. Changing positions, he lowered me down, threw aside the flats I was wearing, and pulled my yoga pants down and off my legs.
I was almost completely bare to him, my bra was still on but wasn’t covering anything.
Doctor Moore looked at me like I was the most delicious thing he’d ever seen, and slid a couple fingers between my thighs. His fingertips found my entrance, and he pressed one inside of me, surprising me with the sudden pressure. His fingers were so thick and warm, and I realized I wasn’t sure how to go about this. It felt so good I wanted to burst, but I also needed him to know the truth.
I had to be honest with him.
“I’m a virgin,” I blurted, a little ashamed.
“What?” he asked, surprised, his finger still inside of me was working me. It was new, rough, and I found myself loving the feeling.
“I’ve never had sex before,” I explained.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, sounding a little disappointed.
“No, god no,” I said quickly. “Just, don’t go too rough yet,” I tried to explain.
“I can do that,” he agreed, his one finger rocked in and out of me. It didn’t hurt, but it was a strange sensation at first, that slowly began to feel better as he worked. Doctor Moore pulled his finger from me, and began rubbing it against my clit, making me lose my train of thought entirely.
It felt so damn good.
Nothing on earth, in my entire life, had ever felt this good.
I felt my eyes fall shut in concentration, and I let out a moan that I couldn’t have contained if I tried to. Laying back against the massage chair, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to spread my legs further, or close them to add more pressure. It just felt so damn good and I wasn’t sure what to do about it.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured, lifting my hips up again. I gasped, and his lips and tongue were immediately on my clit. He sucked and kissed and licked like I was a dessert he couldn’t give up. Moaning, losing my mind to the pleasure, I let him handle me however he wanted. I could feel his stubble rough against my thighs, and it excited me more.
Doctor Moore worked his way down from my clit to my entrance, and made noises like he loved my taste. It felt too good to be embarrassing, I couldn’t keep my voice down as I moaned from the sensation. I felt him stop, almost bending me in half to cover my mouth.
“There aren’t any patients here, but Paul, my receptionist, is,” he reminded me, making me whimper against his hand. I wanted more, I’d be quiet if he needed, but god I didn’t want him to stop.
Pulling back his hand, Doctor Moore set back between my thighs and started licking and kissing my entrance again. I shoved my own hand over my mouth to keep myself from moaning aloud, even as he pressed his tongue into me. Muffled, moaning, I writhed beneath his attention, dying for more, unsure why or how I even got here but knowing that it felt so good.
Pulling back, he kissed my thighs again, rubbing and warming them until I felt like putty in his hands.
Kissing me down to my knee, he let me down so that my back was flat on the massage chair again.
Doctor Moore leaned over me now, kissing my lips, and I could feel my body responding, letting me know that I was ready and that I couldn’t wait any longer. I wasn’t going to miss my chance on this.
“Please,” I whined as our lips parted. “I need you,” I begged, embarrassed and desperate.
He chuckled, his voice was deep and rumbly.
“I’m all yours,” he promised. Moving slowly, he stood up from me, and I watched as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting them fall down to his ankles.
His cock seemed huge.
I didn’t have any way to compare, or any past knowledge other than glimpses at bad porn.
I almost couldn’t imagine how he’d fit it into me.
That wasn’t going to stop me from wanting him to try.
I let my legs fall to the sides as he approached me. He kissed me, running his fingers through my long brown hair, and I was weak against his touches. I could feel him start to guide his cock against my anatomy. He rubbed the head of it from my entrance to my clit, circling there until I thought I’d have to give in and moan loudly, before he guided it back towards my entrance and started to push in.
It was shallow at first, just stretching me, testing what I could do.
His attention reminded me of my first day of therapy with him. How careful and cautious he’d been then. Pushing in further, filling and stretching me, he made me lose track of my thoughts once again. It hurt, just barely, and I tried to ignore the pain, tried to think of something, anything, else.
His lips found mine, and he kissed away the pain.
When he pulled back and pressed into me again, no matter how thick or large he was, it felt good because it was him. I made my body relax, made myself focus on how good this felt, and I quickly started to lose myself in the pleasure again.
His hands were tight, commanding, on my hips as he thrust into me, filling me again and again. I let my legs spread further apart, it felt right and I wanted to be as close to him as possible. As one with him as I could be. Pushing further, faster, he worked me until I had to clamp my hand over my mouth to hold in a moan.
God, I felt so beautiful under his touches, under his attention. He was taking me hard, roughly, and all I could do was beg him for more and praise him. Pulling my calves up, he rested them on his shoulders so that my lower back was just off of the massage table, and in this angle he set a more punishing and rough pace.
He started hitting something deep inside of me that I didn’t even know existed.
With every motion he was sending stars into my mind, setting every nerve of my body on fire, leaving me feeling overwhelmed and electric. My back arched, just making the angle better, and I felt like I was spiraling and trembling all at once. Suddenly my body seized up, locking against everything and throbbing out waves of sensation. I could distantly tell that I was moaning, but all I was focused on was the good feeling of him still thrusting into me through it.
As I came back down from it, realizing it was an orgasm, I could feel tears in my eyes. It was overwhelming, awe inspiring, and yet my body was ready and eager for more. I was thankful that he was still going, and I started to thrust back against him, matching his pace, and letting myself give into the pleasure.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, even as I wiped away my tears. I laughed at him, and then moaned when he slipped his fingers between us, finding my clit. “Do you think you could do that again?” he asked, a growl in his voice told me it was more than just a question. Almost a command of what he wanted of me.
“If you keep doing that, yes,” I moaned, oversensitized and still buzzing.
“Good girl,” he murmured, setting my body aflame with desire. I never thought words could have this kind of power over me.
Doctor Moore kept thrusting, changing the angle just slightly, and kept rubbing my clit, making my body rev up again. I’d never had one orgasm, much less two, and I wasn’t sure what to expect.
My body felt both devastated and starved for him.
His pace started getting erratic, but I could feel him hitting that spot inside of me on every thrust, and I was so close, almost there already, so soon after he’d made me come the first time.
“I’m close,” I gasped, unable to believe how long he’d been making me feel this good.
“Come for me, baby,” he murmured, not giving up on my clit.
My next orgasm hit more like a wave than anything else. It crashed over me, enveloping my mind and body until I felt like I was lost and floating. I could feel his hands on my hips, I could feel him going still, filling me with his own orgasm. I was so blissed out to think that we’d come together, I could feel my body pulsing around him, and I tried to come
back down from the bliss. It felt better than my firstorgasm, and felt like it’d lasted even longer as well.
As I started to become aware of the room around me again, he was pulling out of me, stepping aside to grab a towel he wiped me down, and then himself.
“Oh my god,” I gasped, catching my breath.
“That good?” he smirked. Leaning over me, he kissed me, my lips were trembling and grateful, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“Yeah, that good,” I admitted even though I knew he was just teasing me.
“I wasn’t too hard on your leg, was I?” he asked, slipping right back into doctor mode as he checked my thigh with his hands. I wanted to laugh, wanted to thank my roommate for taking me to that weird hot yoga class.
“No, it feels fine,” I said, laughing. “Honestly though, I feel so good I can’t entirely tell if my leg hurts,” I sighed, sitting up.
“Do you have class today?” he asked, glancing up at the time. The idea of going to class after all of this felt insane, but I didn’t want to lie to him.
“I do, what time are you off work?” I countered. A knowing smile crossed his lips even as he pulled up his underwear and pants.
“I’m off at five thirty tonight,” he said, kissing me again as he handed me my tights and shirt. I regretted not getting to see him with his shirt off, but I felt like I’d have many, many more opportunities for that.
“Can I see you for dinner?” I asked, pulling on my shirt.
“I don’t know, I’ll have to check if I have an appointment open,” he teased.
“Not a patient anymore, Doctor Moore,” I stood to pull on my yoga pants, and was surprised at how good my leg felt. All of me felt better in some way, it surprised me that he was able to do so much with just sex. We should have done it on my first visit.
“Call me James,” he smiled, kissing me again. We settled back in against each other, my arms wrapped around his neck. Tearing my hamstring was worth it for him. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was.
Story 70
Chapter 1
It was my first day on the job as a deliveryman. I did take my job pretty seriously, and I hoped that this would be the first of many days to come. I looked at the address that I would be delivering to, realizing it looked familiar.
"Why did this look so familiar?” I muttered to myself. Did I know the soul that lived here? Was it because I would be delivering to them right away? I mean, the package said on it that it was fragile, and should be handled with care, and I would have to make a door delivery.
Great, my first day on the job and I have to go to the door.
I worked my routes, finally finishing everything up. It was about four or so, a bit late in the day, and I hoped the person would be home.
As I looked at the address though, I immediately realized who it was.
"Holy shit.”
The address belonged to my best friend Devin, and it was his mom’s house.
Devin and I were friends, although the two of us didn’t talk all that much. I mean, ever since we both finished high school, we drifted apart. Devin would be home from school since it was break, but I wanted if we would get to meet up. I spent lots of time at Devin’s place, and I realized as well that meant I would get to see his mom Trish.
Trish. was hot as fuck. She married young and had a kid at nineteen years old, and since her son was eighteen himself, that meant she was only thirty-seven. And boy did she look good. I remembered catching a glimpse of her every now and then when I hung out with Devin, and I had to say, she was a gorgeous lady, and a total hottie.
There was no way we’d do more than just exchange a few words though. Trish. was older, and probably didn’t want a guy like me. She probably saw older men and got dinner off them or something. It’s what I'd do if I was a single mom with a grown kid. Devin was smart. He could take care of himself. Meanwhile, I mostly just spent my time trying to find a decent job because my parents didn’t help with shit now that I was older and stuff.
Anyways, I guess I would meet up with her soon enough. I got to the address, steeling myself. I hoped this would be okay. I didn’t see Devin’s car there, so I figured that he was gone. This was my first job out of high school, at eighteen years old, and I hoped I did it right.
I walked to the door with the package in hand. I was careful with it, and when I knocked at the door, I waited about a minute before someone came. What was she doing in there? It was then when the door opened, and I heard a small squeak from some female in the room.
"Hello there—Oh hi Frankie!”
"Hello there Ms. Williams,” I said to her with a smile on my face.
"Oh don’t be so prim and proper. Just call me Trish. You know this,” she told him.
I blushed. She was always like this. Overly friendly, and fucking gorgeous. Her long, brown hair cascaded down her back, and her blue eyes were still youthful. She was still small and curvy as hell, with huge tits and a full ass. It was then when I saw another woman come forward, a gorgeous redhead about her age.
"Hey there! My, I didn’t expect a cute guy to be at the door,” the redhead said.
"Come on Natalie, you’re embarrassing him,” Trish said.
I mean, I wasn’t going to say no to a compliment like that. I flushed, and then, the redhead spoke.
"I’m Natalie. So what brings you here?” she asked.
"I have a package,” I told her, giving Trish the contents.
She held the box in her hands, and that’s when I saw it. That devilish smile. Holy shit, she was planning something.
"I mean, this just makes the delivery even better. Come on in. I’m having a small get together with a couple friends,” she said.
I nervously stepped through the threshold, the familiar air of Devin’s home wafting through me. I mean, this was a place I spent most of my childhood in, and although Devin was off to college, and he was probably doing his own thing, I couldn’t help but feel welcomed when I stepped into the abode. When I got to the living room, I saw two other women, four in total including Trish and the redhead.
The other woman was an Asian lady, and she didn’t look a day over 25. She had black hair, hazel eyes, and a petite frame, but she certainly was pretty. The other woman was a blonde with huge tits as well, looking almost like Dolly Parton but without all of the plastic surgery. She had Botox maybe, but I think she just mostly kept herself healthy. I looked at all of the women in here, and then, I stared at Trish.
"So what are you doing here?” I asked.
"Oh, just some girl time. We were supposed to have a male dancer come in here to entertain us, but he canceled at the LAST second. I guess you’re the replacement,” she said with a wink.
Replacement? I didn’t sign up for this!
"I'm just the delivery boy,” I told her with a smile.
"Nonsense! Come on, stay a while,” she said.
I knew this was the last place I had to deliver to. They didn’t expect me back till late, since I had a lot and got done early. I’m sure sitting around for a few minutes wouldn’t hurt.
I sat on the sofa, and immediately, Trish and Natalie were right up next to me. I noticed Trish's hands were on my thighs, lightly dancing against there.
"So, how have you been?” she asked me.
"Pretty good. Been mostly working. Trying to get some stable footing before I try to get to community college,” I told her.
"Oh wow. Sounds like fun. I remember you were always such a hard worker. Devin's off with some buddy of his from college. Apparently they’re close now,” she said.
I felt a small pang of jealousy. Why did he act like that? Why was he so distant?
"I haven’t seen him, but it’s okay, I'm sure we can catch up,” I told her.
"Oh yes. But I do have to say, you’ve grown into quite the handsome boy,” she said with a coo, touching my body slightly.
I felt like I was in the spotlight the moment she touched me. My cock started to grow hard, and I tried to hide the ten
t in my pants. But then, the Asian woman came behind me, putting her arms around my shoulders, my head right by her breasts.
"So, is he our new playtoy tonight?” she asked.
"He could be. In fact, if he wants to, he can have the honors of using the new toy on me,” she told me with a smile.
New toy? What the hell was she talking about? I looked at her, and then, she pulled something out. It was the package, the one I delivered.
"Go ahead, I want you to open it.”
"But it’s yours Trish--”
"I don’t care. I want you to,” she demanded.
I knew there wasn’t any winning with her. I picked up the contents, and I opened them. Inside, it was a dildo, one that was big and looked to have different speeds. The other girls let out coos of approval, and I looked at her.
"You want me to...”
"Yes. I want you to use it on me Frankie. That is, if you want. If you get me off, we will give you quite the reward,” she said.
I immediately blushed. I didn’t expect this to happen, but here I was, a dildo in my hand, and my cock as hard as a rock, ready to see where all of this was about to take me.
Chapter Two
The first thing I saw was Trish take off her pants. She did this, along with her underwear, revealing her thick, throbbing pussy. It looked pink and puffy, and when I saw it, I bit my lip, feeling aroused by the sight of this. I soon watched as she spread herself apart, looking at me with a smile.
"Go ahead,” she said.
I opened the package with a hesitating smile, pulling the contents out with each passing moment. I noticed that the dildo was already put together, batteries included, and when I turned it on, I looked at her. She smiled, and I could see her teasing her clit as she looked at me, the hunger present.
Shit, I didn’t know how much longer I could hold myself back. This was fucking torture. I soon moseyed over though, pressing the tip of the dildo to her entrance, and when I pushed it in, I heard her moan.
