Sold at the Games

by Sierra Sparks

  I am a little worried about this mental health examination appointment—whatever that means— but more than anything, I’m excited for it. Dr. Monroe said he will have to collaborate with a colleague who knows about psychology, as he’s just a general doctor. I wonder who it will be and what I will have to do during that examination. But if it’s anything like the last examination, I’m sure I’ll like it.

  When I get to the office, I'm so excited to be seeing Dr. Monroe again. I have so much pent up sexual energy. I haven’t risked masturbating at home while I fantasize about him like I used to, because the last thing I need is my mom walking in on me again. So, I go to the ladies’ room in between classes and play with myself there. I imagine that my fingers belong to Dr. Monroe as they prod, poke and play with me. I rub my clit while I think about him coming on my face or in my pussy without a condom. I know that's really a fantasy— and I'm glad he practices safe sex— but I guess it just means I want to be claimed by him.

  I feel my panties soaked with wetness and all I want to do is lie down on the examining table and have Dr. Monroe fuck me all over again. But first we have to do some stupid kind of mental examination, which will take up at least half an hour.

  I can’t even wait half an hour, I think. I must really be some kind of nympho.

  I shift restlessly in the waiting room chair, dying to see Dr. Monroe.

  My mom shoots me another suspicious glance.

  "Whatever is it that you and Dr. Monroe do in there?" she asks me.

  Her silent follow up question hangs between us.

  And why doesn't he ever let me come in so I can flirt with him more?

  Finally, Trisha, the nurse, hurriedly ushers me into a private office. VIP service, I think. I don’t even have to wait to be called.

  “The doctors will be in shortly, honey,” she says, patting me on my arm.

  As Dr. Monroe's nurse, I wonder if Trisha has any idea what goes on behind his closed office doors.

  She leaves the room and I sit on the examination table and wait to see what Dr. Monroe has in store for me today. Since he hadn't given me prior instructions about disrobing this time, I leave my clothes on.

  I don’t have to wait long. Within a few minutes, Dr. Monroe appears. My heart skips a beat and my pussy tightens just from seeing him.

  “Elizabeth Jane,” he says, just grinning at me while skipping any previous formalities.

  I hope we can quickly get on with whatever he has planned when it comes to the mental portion of my exam, so that we can get to the part he mentioned about testing his results of the physical portion. My mother’s in the waiting room again and we don’t have long. She is starting to get suspicious. I want to take advantage of every second in Dr. Monroe's office, just like I want to take advantage of every inch of his big cock.

  “You’re always so quiet, Elizabeth Jane,” Dr. Monroe says. “But you’re going to have to open up to me mentally and emotionally now, just as you've done physically. Do you want to submit to me in every possible way, and provide me with access to your most deep and private thoughts, just as you've given me access to your most deep and private parts of your body?"

  "Yes," I tell him, meeting his gaze.

  He wants my heart as well as my body, I realize. But what is he going to give me?

  "So why don’t you go ahead and tell me what’s on your mind now?”

  He steps close to me and rests a hand on my thigh.

  “You mean what I’m thinking?” I ask.

  “Yes, exactly.”

  He inches his hand closer to my inner thigh, brushing it along the thin fabric of my skirt. I'd chosen this school girl like outfit to wear just for him, and I'm glad to see he appreciates it.

  “I’ve been thinking about last time, and um…”

  “Yes? Go on.”

  His hand is now dangerously close to my pussy and all I want is for him to touch it.

  “I liked it,” I admit.

  “You did? Have you been thinking about it?”

  “Yes,” I answer, and he rewards me by firmly grasping the folds of my pussy between his fingers.

  “That’s a good girl,” he says. “I knew you’d enjoy your first experience."

  I’m looking at his hand on my pussy, wanting him to squeeze it harder but also worried about how that will look on the mental examination. He’ll know what a nympho I am, I think, and he’ll finally tell my mom that I let him finger me and fuck me.

  Dr. Monroe doesn’t let go of the outside of my pussy. I can feel myself dripping wet and I know he can feel some of my juices running out of me.

  I tingle all over in anticipation. As I wait for Dr. Monroe to instruct me on what to do, he seems just as unsure about what comes next. I realize he's better at the physical examination— both because he's a doctor and because he's amazing at sex— than whatever the "mental examination" portion is supposed to be. He clears his throat.

  “Well, why don’t we get started, then?"

  "Okay."

  He withdraws his hand from underneath my skirt and suddenly looks very serious. Emotions wash over me as I realize he's seriously wondering about my emotional well-being rather than just my sexual pleasure.

  He likes me, I realize. Maybe almost as much as I like him.

  "Elizabeth Jane, I'm wondering what you can tell me about your relationship with your mother," he says.

  I shift my weight on the examination table, not completely comfortable with the topic of conversation but not wanting to appear as if I'm being uncooperative.

  "It's… difficult," is all I can manage to say.

  "I can only imagine."

  He reaches his hand back out to me but this time, instead of touching my leg or pussy, he takes my own hand in his. He holds it and strokes it.

  "It must be painful trying to relate to someone who is so cold-hearted and cruel," he says.

  I look at him and then away, blinking, because I don't want to cry. No one has ever said that to me before. Sure, people have made fun of my mom or asked me what is wrong with her or how I can live with her like that, but no one has simply acknowledged that it's painful. That there's no reason I do it, other than the fact that she's my mother and I have nowhere else to go, but just that this is the situation that I’m in, and that it's difficult.

  "It is," I finally say.

  He sits quietly and squeezes my hand. Then he reaches over and brushes some hair out of my eyes.

  "And what about your father?" he asks me. "What is your relationship like with him?"

  I gulp, and then shake my head.

  "Non-existent," I confess.

  "You never see him?"

  I shake my head again.

  "I did a little bit when I was younger, after he left," I tell him. "But then he just split. He didn't want anything to do with us."

  "Let me guess," Dr. Monroe says, a look of anger washing over his face. "Your mom told you that."

  "Yes…"

  "I would encourage you to get independent verification of that."

  I look at him.

  "But how, Dr. Monroe?"

  "Call me Derek," he says, and leans in and kisses me.

  He hugs me close and tight, and I can smell his musky cologne.

  "Call me Liz," I tell him.

  "Okay."

  I've never gone by Liz. My mother always strictly insists on the very formal full name of Elizabeth Jane.

  "If I wanted you to have a nickname that sounds like a stripper, I would have named you that," she used to say. "Instead, I gave you a lady's name, and I expect you to use it."

  "How does Liz sound like a stripper?" I used to wonder.

  But I never dared to speak up to her. I let her dictate every aspect about my life, including my name and what I go by. And even whether or not I try to contact my father. But now all of that's about to change. Thanks to Derek. I want him to call me something no one else ever has. I feel reborn into a new and different me. Or maybe just a better version of myself.
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br />   "Do you have any way to contact your father?" he asks me. "I just think you should find out on your own rather than taking the word of your mother, who seems a bit…"

  "Coocoo?" I volunteer.

  "I was going to say biased," he says with a smile. "But whatever you want to go with."

  I ponder his suggestion, confused.

  "There was a way he left for me to contact him, but my mother claims it didn't work."

  He pats my hand.

  "Only one way to find out."

  "But if she's right, and he doesn't want to talk to me…"

  "You'll be opening yourself up to more hurt," Derek agrees. "But, if you think about it…"

  "Nothing will have really changed," I agree, understanding where he's going with this. "My father doesn't talk to me now, and he might not if I try to reach him, but at least I'll have tried."

  "That's very right."

  He looks at me and smiles, and I can tell he's admiring my decision.

  "You're very brave, Liz. I know it's difficult to open yourself up to love. Although it can come with great reward, it also makes you feel vulnerable, and carries risk as well."

  He looks as if he's talking to himself as much as he is to me.

  Then he clears his throat.

  "That will suffice for the mental portion of the exam," he says. "I find you to be mentally fit. Especially considering the circumstances."

  I know he's referring to the fact that I was raised with my mom. Usually I feel embarrassed when people bring up my weird upbringing. With Derek, though, I feel grateful for his understanding and help. For the first time, I feel free.

  He looks away from my eyes for the first time, and down to my body.

  "I'd like to repeat the purity exam and ensure I get the same results," he says.

  I grin at him, and he winks at me. We both know the façade is being dropped. Him needing to examine my virginity was just an excuse for him to take it. And both of us are very happy with that.

  "Yes, Doctor," I tell him, as he smiles back at me.

  I know I can call him Derek. I know that something just transpired between us on a more emotional level than the physical realm we've been exploring. But I also like calling him doctor, for the role play aspect of it. I'm not ready to completely stop playing games, because they're really fun. And I know he feels the same way.

  “Elizabet Jane, I’m going to need you to take your clothes off in order to perform this exam,” he says, with a voice of authority.

  “Okay,” I say, and stand up. He quickly helps me out of my skirt.

  Once my skirt is off, he commands me, "Sit back down on the examination table, Liz."

  I do so.

  “This is what I was wanting to see again, for the purposes of my examination of course."

  As Dr. Monroe pulls my panties to the side with one hand and spreads my legs far apart with his other hand, his voice trembles a bit. I can tell that things are changing between us. The feeling is more intimate and close between us than it ever has been before.

  He inserts a finger into my pussy, obviously claiming his territory. I can feel myself dripping wet on his finger, wanting so much for him to put his penis back inside me like he did during my last appointment.

  I catch my breath as he traces the skin on my inner thigh with one hand, while thrusting two fingers inside my pussy with his other hand. Then he puts a third finger inside my pussy, stretching it almost as wide as his cock does.

  “I can't believe I took your virginity. Right in this very office.”

  He puts his right hand on his erect cock and begins to stroke it as he fingers my pussy, in and out, and I begin to wish that he would just take me right here and now.

  Then he removes his fingers, leaving my pussy hole feeling aching and empty, and says, “Look how wet I make your sweet little cunt.”

  He slaps my pussy once, twice, three times, harder with each slap.

  “Little Liz, I love how you let me do whatever I want to you. You let me fuck you right here during your exams. And you get as wet for me as the college schoolgirl that you are.”

  I tense my muscles, drawing them tight around Dr. Monroe's multiple fingers that are inside me. He kneels down in front of me and begins sucking on my nipples, which are standing hard and erect for him. I can’t believe that everything I always imagined him doing— wrote about him doing in my diary— is actually coming true, over and over again.

  “I want you to tell me what you like about this, while I make you feel good,” Dr. Monroe says to me, in between licking and sucking on my nipples.

  “I love when you play with my pussy, Doctor,” I tell him. "I love when you suck on my nipples."

  I catch my breath. The feeling of his hand inside me and his mouth on my breasts while his other hand plays with his cock right beside me feels so good that I don’t want him to stop.

  “What else do you like having me do to you?” Dr. Monroe grunts, as he pushes his fingers even further inside me.

  He's pulling my panties so far over to the side that I’m afraid they might tear. He’s also pulling on his big cock through his pants, so close to my pussy, and I know he wants to put it inside me but he’s trying to take his time. We get such few moments together.

  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.