He grabs the inside of my pussy with his fingers as if he's trying to pull me apart. Then he pushes his fingers in the other direction, massaging me wide and deep within. My pussy throbs and aches from the sensation of him pulling and pushing at it every which way, but I don’t even care that it hurts. I like the pain, and I like that he's doing whatever he wants with my pussy.
“I love how you fuck me,” I tell Dr. Monroe. “How you finger me. And how you put your cock in my mouth and then into my pussy.”
I feel so dirty, using words like “cock” and “pussy.”
Dr. Monroe takes his fingers out of my pussy and takes off his pants. He takes a condom out of its wrapper and then brings his cock close to me. I open up my legs willingly for him.
But then he takes a few steps back and shoves his cock into my mouth, urgently, as if he needs me to suck on it before he will let himself fuck me. I eagerly lick the head of his cock and then do my best to suck on his shaft as he pushes it down my throat, although it’s large and seems even harder than last time, and almost chokes me.
Then he rubs his cock up against my pussy, as he pulls my panties to the side so hard that they do in fact tear. He puts them in his mouth and licks up the juices and then he kisses me with my panties still in his mouth, as he rubs himself against me.
“Every time I see you I just want to fuck you right then and there,” he says, as his tongue explores the recesses of my mouth. I like the way he kisses me so passionately, and I can fill juice dripping from my pussy. I want him to put his cock into it so badly.
"You have such an amazing effect on me," he says. "I've never felt anything like it."
“I want you to fuck me,” I tell him.
“You don't tell me what to do, Liz. I'm in charge here. Stick this cock back into your mouth, and be my little whore,” he says, spanking me across my face with his dick.
"Yes, Doctor,” I tell him, honestly, as he shoves his cock all the way into my throat again. With his fingers he rams my pussy, hard and fast.
When it's clear he can't take it any more— he's moaning and grunting and about to come in my mouth— he takes his cock out and quickly puts a condom on. Then he shoves it deep into my pussy and I moan with complete relief. This is what I was waiting for. Finally, he is fucking me again.
"I know how badly you wanted me to fuck your horny little cunt,” he says, roughly pushing his cock all the way inside me. "I just had to wait until you were begging me for my cock, just like I knew you would."
"Yes, Doctor," I cry out. "I needed you in my pussy.
“I want to fuck your bare, naked pussy with my bare, naked cock,” Dr. Monroe says. “And one of these days I will."
I'm thrilled at the thought of it. I love that he wants us to keep doing this.
"I want to fill up your pussy with my cum, my fertile little Liz."
Dr. Monroe groans and seems completely overtaken by emotions.
"Not today. But one day. I will fuck you bareback."
"Yes, Doctor," I tell him, excited by the prospect.
As Dr. Monroe thrusts his cock in and out of my pussy, I feel myself gushing wetness all over him.
"I'm coming, Derek," I tell him, as he pulls my hair and fucks me even harder.
"Come for me, Liz," he says. "And tell me how much you've wanted me to do this to you."
“I think about you fucking me all the time,” I tell him. As his cock pushes in and out of me I feel so good that I decide to just be completely honest. “I play with myself while I think of you, and I write down the fantasies I have about you. I can't stop thinking about you. I've done this since before you even took my virginity.”
“I knew it,” Dr. Monroe nearly yells, jamming his cock all the way deep into my pussy. “I knew you were just waiting for my dick to fill up your virgin pussy.”
He takes his cock out and begins to rub it on me, in between my spread legs, smearing my juices all around with it. I can’t believe that he would be so brazen, and it turns me on. I begin to whimper slightly as I feel yet another orgasm approaching.
"That's right, keep coming for me, my slutty little Liz," he says. "Keep telling me how much you wanted me to take your virginity.
"When my mom caught me masturbating, I was thinking about you while I did it," I confess, the building orgasm making me feel so completely powerless that I give in and tell him every bit of the truth.
"What a dirty little girl you are, Liz," Dr. Monroe says, slapping my ass and then grabbing my nipple and twisting it.
He beats his cock all over my pussy while he plays with my clit— rubbing it, teasing it, playing with it as if it belongs to him. And it does belong to him. For as long as he wants it, I'll give it to him and only him. I lapse into a series of moans because the climax of my orgasm washes over me.
"That's it, come for your doctor," he instructs me, pinching my clit and massaging it between his finger and thumb, just like he's doing to my nipple, as I let go of all restraint and come all over his hand.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming," I gasp, unable to say anything else.
“I love how you’re always thinking about me,” he says, as he grabs my nipple and twists it.
"And now I'll fuck your sweet little pussy again," he says.
As he puts his cock back in, I tremble and flinch, because my orgasm has made me feel so good that everything is sensitive.
He pauses, but I raise my hips closer to him.
"Go ahead, Doctor," I tell him. "Take me. I'm ready for more."
“You fucking little slut,” he says, his cock tearing into my wet pussy. “I love what a little slut you turn into for me. You let me fuck you over and over, even after I just made you come to the point of near exhaustion."
I writhe beneath him, taking him all the way into me and moaning while saying his name over and over.
"Dr. Monroe. Derek. I’m coming again, on your dick. I feel so good…”
And suddenly someone knocks at the door, and I jump up, embarrassed, causing Dr. Monroe to fall out of me. But he shoves me back down on the table and begins jerking off hard into my thigh.
"I'm busy in here," he says to whoever is at the door. "Go away."
“Don’t interrupt my fun,” he says, and he slaps my breasts as he plays with himself on me. “I’ll spank your tits until they’re bruised and scarred so you know that they belong to me.”
"Yes, Doctor," I tell him, the thought of getting caught both mortifying and exciting. I let him do what he wants to me even though someone is waiting to catch us in the hallway.
"It's probably Dr. Stanton again and I've already told him to go to hell," he whispers, as he sticks his cock back into me. "I'm not going to finish fucking you until I'm done having my way with you. I'm so close to coming and it's all I ever want to do."
He's grunting and moaning and I feel his cock swell up huge and full inside of my absolutely drenched pussy. He pulls my hair so that I'm looking him in the eyes and then he twists my nipples again while he fucks me.
“I’m coming again,” I say, trying to be quiet, while I'm writhing and twisting on the table.
The mere sensation of his dick in my pussy sends ripples of electricity all over it and make me come again and again. Even though my nipples are hurting from the way he's twisting them, I love the feeling of pain mixed with pleasure, and the way that he watches me come.
The knock happens again, but Dr. Monroe just shoves his cock even further into my pussy.
“I'm about to come in you, my little whore,” he says. "There's no stopping me now. I've taken you from virgin to slut and now I'm finishing what I started, just like I always do."
The knocking becomes more incessant.
"Maybe we should get that…" I say, trying to sit up, because now I'm afraid of what will happen if we get caught.
“Lay back down and let me finish doing what I want with your perfect little cunt,” Dr. Monroe says, as he pushes me back down on the table.
I lift my head u
p slightly to watch his cock re-entering my pussy. He pushes it all the way in, until I’m completely stuffed with it.
I feel more relaxed now and the pleasurable sensations return so strongly that I don't even care about getting in trouble. I spread my legs wider to accommodate Dr. Monroe as he thrusts and shoves his cock into me.
“What a good little whore,” says Dr. Monroe, as I feel his cock throb and pulse inside me. “I’m going to come now.”
I can feel his cock throb even more as he grabs me and says, "Liz, Liz, Liz" over and over and over.
"Oh, my God," he says, holding me close to him, staying inside me even though he's done coming. "That felt so good. I've never felt this way about anyone. I've never wanted to risk it all for one woman the way I do with you. I think I might just…"
"Excuse me!" shouts a familiar and very shrill sounding voice. "What is going on in here?"
And just like that, I'm face to face with my mother, who rudely barged in while Dr. Monroe is still deep inside me.
Great.
Just when life was going great, along comes my mom to ruin it.
Chapter 25 – Derek
I pull up my pants as fast as I can, and turn around to look into the fiery eyes of Shirley Suttell. I've never seen such rage or fury in anyone's face before.
I thought it would be Dr. Stanton, but this is even worse.
"Elizabeth Jane!" she screeches. "What are you doing?"
Then she turns her anger on me.
"Dr. Monroe! I thought you were an upstanding citizen, a member of the church…"
Her voice is so loud I don't want it to attract attention.
"You're right about that, Ms. Suttell," I say, to calm her down. "Here, sit down, and let's talk."
I point towards the same chair she first sat in when she brought Elizabeth Jane in for the exam, and hurriedly close the door behind her. Meanwhile Liz is trying to re-compose herself but her big wide eyes are staring at me in fear.
This is all my fault, and I've got to make it right somehow.
"It doesn't look like you're an upstanding citizen," Shirley prattles on. "It looks like you're a dirty, filthy old man, who is trying to have sex with my daughter during her purity exam."
I realize that from her vantage point when she first entered, she couldn’t see everything. She doesn't know that Liz and I have actually done the deed. She thinks we were just working on it. Now is my chance to use what she thinks she knows to her advantage.
Suddenly I get an idea so brilliant I surprise myself with the ingeniousness of it. Not only will it satisfy Elizabeth Jane's mom, but it will also probably satisfy Dr. Stanton and the business partners with whom we're supposed to merge.
"Now Shirley," I tell her. "Appearances aren't always what they seem."
"Oh, Dr. Monroe," she says, shaking her head adamantly. "Don't try to pull one over on me. I know exactly what I saw."
"Of course, you do," I tell her. "And that's why I'm trying to tell you what is really going on here. What Liz and I— Elizabeth Jane and I— have been keeping from you."
Liz is looking at me with a mixture of astonishment and fear, as if she thinks I'm going to betray her. I'm trying to save her— and myself— but her mom won't let me get a word in edgewise.
"I already know what Elizabeth Jane has been keeping from me," Shirley says, pulling a black and white notepad from her purse. "I found this."
She removes a loose piece of paper from the front of the notebook and thrusts it at me as if it's proof of a crime. As my eyes fall on the words, I realize it's something that Liz has written about me. The diary that she mentioned earlier.
"Mom, those are just fantasies!" Liz cries out in protests.
"I know they are, but Dr. Monroe here seems intent on making them a reality."
"Why were you even reading them, Mom?" Liz yells.
Both her mother and I turn to look at her, surprised at the feistiness in her voice. This is not the demure young woman who walked into my office not too long ago. She's already blossomed and matured.
"I'm sick of you controlling my life," Liz says. "I'm making my own choices and there's nothing you can do about it anymore."
"There most certainly is," Shirley says. "Because I'm the one who funds this little life of yours. You'd be nothing without me"
I look back down at the paper in my hands and read about how much Liz loves when I penetrate her, claim her, own her. Her deepest, darkest desires are all about me, just as mine have become all about her. I know for sure I need to do whatever it takes to protect her. I need to move forward on the idea I've just had.
"Actually, Shirley," I say, looking into Liz's eyes to signal that she should go along with what I'm about to say, "I was trying to fulfill Liz's fantasizes. But she won't let me. Not until we're married."
I'm not sure who looks more surprised— Shirley or Liz. Liz's eyebrows furl in confusion but she nods her head, going along with whatever, I say.
"You're… together?" Shirley asks, looking back and forth between Liz and me. "Since when?"
"We're engaged," I tell her. "We're getting married soon."
"That's ridiculous," Shirley says. "You're old enough to be her father. You should be with…"
She juts out her chin before finishing the sentence. But I know she was about to say I should be with someone like her.
"…someone your own age," she finally concludes. "And Liz," she says, shaking her head back and forth. "You know relationships don't last. Dr. Monroe just wants to use you for sex. As soon as you give it up to him, he'll dump you and move onto the next hapless victim."
Liz gives her a smug look, and I can tell she's thinking that she's already given it up to me and I'm still sticking around. In fact, I'm proposing the preposterous— engagement.
But not real engagement. Just pretend. It's only for my career. It's only for her reputation. That's what I tell myself. But as soon as Elizabeth Jane walked into my office needing a purity exam, all my normal rules flew out the window. I'm not supposed to fall in love. But I'm not supposed to fuck my patients, either. I do a lot of things I'm not supposed to do with her. Including getting myself into a fake engagement.
Chapter 26 – Elizabeth Jane
I stare dumb-founded, unsure of which to be more shocked about. The fact that my mom barged in on Derek and me and then I stood up to her, or that Dr. Monroe is pretending we're engaged.
I suppose the most shocking part of this scenario is that I told my mom off. That's not like me at all. But I've become stronger, braver. And by the time she had not only read my diary entry and caught me in the act with Dr. Monroe, what did I have to lose? She already thought that just having any kind of sexual desires meant I was destined for hell, so I might as well go all the way.
"Young lady," Mom says, glaring at me. "Don't think you're going to get away with this. Make your choice right now. Him, or me."
Beneath the anger in her eyes, there's something else. Hurt. Jealousy. Fear.
I realize for the first time that my mom might come across as a monster, but it's because she herself has been scarred, and she's used me to help heal her wounds perhaps more than she should have. But like everyone else, she's just human.
"Mom," I say, crossing the room to go hug her. "Just because I'm making my own decisions doesn't mean I don't love you."
"You're trying to leave me just like your father did," my mom says, sobbing. "But you don't have that right. I raised you. I pay for everything. You won't have anywhere to live or any ability to go to school without me."
I try to hug her, but she pushes me away.
"That's not true," Dr. Monroe says. "I have a condo I lease out but it's vacant right now. Elizabeth Jane and I have discussed her living there until our marriage. And I will take care of her tuition."
I want to protest this part— he doesn't have to pay my way— but I don't want to reveal to my mom that he's completely fabricated all of this, that he and I have never talked about any of this even once
.
He senses my hesitancy, and adds, "We've also discussed that she's welcome to work here at the office in between her class schedule, so as to pay some of her tuition, and for the work experience."
I nod to him, grateful that he's given me a way to pay my own way. If I'm going to be cutting the cord from my mother at long last, I want to feel as if I'm contributing to society.
"Fine," my mom says, glaring at me while letting tears stream down her face. "I see that the two of you have worked all of this out and there's nothing I can do about it. I'll see you when this all falls through, Elizabeth Jane. You'll find out I'm the one person who is always here for you, while everyone else just uses you and leaves you."
She turns around and leaves the office. Dr. Monroe and I are alone again at last. My doctor, who took my virginity, is now my fake fiancé.
Chapter 27 – Derek
Two hours later, Liz and I are at the condo where she'll be living.
"Thank you so much for doing this," Liz says. "I thought my mom was going to kill me. She acts like her main issue now is the fact that I'm moving out, but she always finds something to complain about. Really, if she knew I had let you take my virginity, without any kind of relationship in place no less, she would have hit the roof. There's no telling what she would have done. So good thinking with the fake engagement story."
I lift her up and sit her on the kitchen table. I realize this is the first time we've been together that hasn't been in my office. I kiss her slowly and deeply.
"Liz, there's nothing I wouldn't do for you."
She returns my kiss, and I feel compelled to be completely honest with her.
"And actually, this arrangement benefits me as well," I confess.
"Oh yeah?"
"You probably heard Dr. Stenton mention a deal going through in a month," I tell her. "That's a business merger and the other partners would be worried if they knew I was…"
"Having sex with your patient?" she asks.
"Yes," I agree, feeling a bit surprised at how bad that sounds when she utters it. But fuck it. I take what I want, and taking Elizabeth Jane felt so damn good that I regret nothing. And now, all I want to do is whatever it takes to just keep taking her.
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