Dr. Single Dad: A Single Doctor and Virgin Romance

by Dark Angel

  “Maybe I have,” I confess, “maybe I haven’t.”

  “You’re a little brat, aren’t you?” he breathes out, tangling his fingers in my hair and yanking on it. I throw my head back, but my eyes never leave his.

  “I am… But what’s daddy going to do about it? Punish me?” I tease him, tightening my grip on his cock. There’s a vicious flicker of hunger in his eyes, and then he lets go of me and takes one step back.

  “I’m not going to punish you … But my cock will,” he tells me, his words making my heart beat so fast inside my chest that I feel lightheaded for a second. “On your knees,” he says, his tone of voice so commanding that my reaction is a simple one; I do what he tells me, lowering myself until my knees are on the floor.

  “Let’s see what you can do,” he says, unbuckling his belt. Before he can take care of his zipper, I reach for him and do it myself, his cock straining against his boxer briefs as the zipper goes down.

  “You’ll be surprised with what I can do,” I say, running my index finger up his shaft, measuring it. When I get to the tip of his cock, I place all my fingers on the smooth fabric of his boxers and, hooking them there, I tug both his pants and underwear down. I push his clothing down to his ankles and he does the rest, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his pants.

  “You know how to talk, but I want to see you do,” he tells me, his gigantic cock casting its shadow over my face. Drake unbuttons his shirt as my eyes roam up and down the length of his cock, but the moment he pushes the shirt down his arms, I realize there’s more to look at than just his cock.

  Even though he has ten years on me, Drake’s body looks better than guys my age. In fact, he looks like the kind of guy who bench presses the world for breakfast. Still, there’s not a trace of that metrosexual vibe on him. There’s a rugged quality to the way his muscles are defined, as if he got his impressive eight-pack from swinging an axe instead of doing crunches at the gym. My God, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to lick a man’s abs as much as I do now.

  I reach for his cock slowly, and I realize that my fingers are trembling. I take a deep breath and, once my hand is steady enough, I curl my fingers around the thickness of his shaft. It feels heavy and powerful against my hand, and I can’t help but start to stroke him. Flicking my wrist, I move my hand up and down his length, my rhythm picking up with every coming and going motion.

  “I can’t wait to see how tight your mouth feels when wrapped around my cock,” Drake says, brushing his thumb against my lips. Allowing his hand to fall down from my face, he bends over slightly and cups my right breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. My skin prickles as I feel the pressure of his fingers, and that only makes me stroke him faster.

  Before I even realize what I’m doing, I lean in and, parting my lips, reach for the tip of his cock with my tongue. I close my eyes the moment I touch him, the flavor of raw manliness flooding me at once. Twirling my tongue around the tip of his cock, I keep on teasing him until I can no longer stand it; I lean further in and, opening my mouth as wide as I can, I wrap my lips around his cock.

  He’s so thick that his cock presses down on my tongue while pushing back against the inside of my cheeks. It’s almost a miracle that I managed to slide his cock inside my mouth. Moving slowly, I start pushing my mouth down his cock, my lips rolling over his length inch by slow inch. I only stop when I feel the tip of his cock pressed against the back of my throat.

  “Fuck, that’s it,” Drake groans, resting both his hand on the top of my head. Grabbing my hair, he moves his hips and slides his cock out of my mouth, stopping when only its tip is inside of me.

  Moving fast, I go back down again, but this time I don’t stop; I keep on moving my mouth back and forth, sucking his cock with the eagerness of someone who has never experienced a cock as big as Drake’s. I grab his shaft with one hand then, stroking and sucking with one simple but effective pendulum motion.

  Using my free hand, I cup both his balls and roll them over my fingers. My heart tightens as I feel their weight, and the gears inside my mind start turning fast as I imagine the ungodly amount of cum Drake’s going to shoot once he’s done.

  “I guess you were right…” Drake breathes out, his voice heavy with pleasure. “You really know what you’re doing.”

  “Anything for daddy,” I whisper, looking up at him as his cock pops out of my mouth. I keep on stroking as I look into his eyes, a smile dawning on my lips. Without even blinking, I use the hand I had on his balls to reach for my worktable, which is just by my side. I feel around with my fingertips, but it only takes a few seconds for me to find what I’m looking for.

  I grab one tiny silver bullet, closing my hand around it, and then take it straight to between my thighs. Under Drake’s curious gaze, I slide my hand under the hemline of my dress and, flicking my thong to the side, push the sleek bullet past my pussy lips and sigh loudly as I feel it go in. It turns on right away, vibrating in such a way that I can’t stop myself from moaning.

  This is one of my new prototypes, and it’s all about ‘plug and play’. You just slide it in and its sensors detect your pulse, how wet you are and a few other things. From there, this bullet vibrator just does its thing, leading the way to a hands-off orgasm.

  Grinning, I turn my focus back to Drake’s cock; I dive into it as fast as I can, opening my mouth wide and rolling my lips down his shaft. I push myself further down this time, not stopping when I feel his cock against the back of my throat. This time I go all the way, pushing my mouth down until my lips are brushing against the skin at the base of his cock.

  He groans, the pressure of his fingers on my head intensifying, and that's when I slide his cock out of my mouth. The bullet inside my pussy detects the frantic movement of my body, and it starts vibrating harder and harder as I bob my head back and forth. God bless my career choice, it’s really paying its dividends now.

  “Your mouth’s so tight,” Drake says, yanking on my hair so harshly that I have no other option but to stop moving. Holding my head in place, he starts to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth at a growing pace. “I can’t wait to feel how tight your pussy is,” he continues, grinning as he begins to piston into me faster, fucking my mouth as if he were doing it to my pussy.

  I close my eyes as the bullet starts doing its job more eagerly now, vibrating and pulsing more violently as Drake picks up the pace. Ripples of pleasure make their way up my spine and, by the time they reach my brain, they turn into tall waves of ecstasy.

  Taking one hand under my dress and between my thighs, I press two fingers on my clit, ready to start touching myself. I don’t have the time to do it; the moment I press down on my clit, the bullet vibrates so intensely that an orgasm explodes inside of me before I have the time to do anything else. I throw my head back, fighting against Drake’s hold on me, and his cock pops out of my mouth with a wet sound.

  “Oh, fuck,” I moan, my eyes closed as a burning sensation floods every inch of my body. I grit my teeth as the bullet convulses inside of me, unleashing hell.

  “Now that’s one hell of a toy,” I hear Drake say, but I’m so lost in the sensations flooding my brain that I can barely comprehend what he’s saying. I open my eyes and take a deep breath as the last waves of pleasure wash over me; reaching for the bullet, I pull it out easily and then just throw it on top of the table, my fluids coating it.

  “C’mere,” Drake whispers, offering me his hand. I grab it, allowing him to pull me up to my feet, and then he just crushes his mouth against mine. We kiss in abandonment, and I’m so wet right now that wearing underwear is simply uncomfortable.

  “I want you to fuck me hard, daddy,” I tell Drake, pulling back from his kiss and looking into his eyes. His only reply is a grin, and then he takes both his hands to my shoulders and pushes the straps of my dress down my arms. The front of my dress droops over my chest, baring the outer edge of my bra.

  The moment Drake’s eyes wander to the curve of my breasts, it’s as
if he goes mad: he tugs on my dress almost too violently, sending it flying down to my ankles. I step out of the bunched up fabric, and then he’s on me: he grabs me by the waist and, forcing me to turn around, pins me against the wall once more.

  His fingers trail down from my shoulders to the clasp of my bra, and he unhooks it with a deft movement. This time moving more slowly, he pushes the straps of my bra down my arms and takes it off me, allowing it to fall to the floor. I press my forehead against the wall and sigh as he runs his hands over my stomach, slowing down when his fingertips patiently hike down the curve of my bare breasts.

  “Yes, daddy…” I moan as he pinches my right nipple between his thumb and index finger, the pressure of his fingers intensifying until my moan turns into a quivering whisper of pleasure.

  “I’m going to take good care of you, Natalie…” he whispers into my ear, his words like spears stabbing into my brain. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to stand afterward,” he promises me, and I can’t wait for him to make good on that promise.

  “Do it,” I exhale, and he pinches my nipple harder, silencing me at once.

  “Oh, I’ll do it… Don’t you doubt it,” he continues, placing his other hand on my stomach and sliding it down until the tip of his fingers meet my thong. He flattens the palm of his hand against the drenched fabric, and I let out another moan, this one louder than the ones before. Just by the way he’s touching me, I can tell that this is a man who knows what he’s doing.

  Sliding his hand under my thong, he caresses my pussy lips gently, tracing the length of my pussy with them.

  “You’re so fucking wet, I love that,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear as they move. Then, without any kind of warning at all, Drake pushes his middle finger inside my aching pussy, sliding it in all the way.

  I gasp as I feel his finger sliding inside me, his fingertip going straight to my G-spot. He presses hard on it, and my gasp turns into a surprised scream; most men don’t even know where the clitoris is, let alone the G-spot. But then again, Drake is not most men, that much is for sure.

  Pressing on that sweet spot hidden inside of me, he uses his thumb to caress my clit, and then he starts flicking his wrist gently. I ball my hands into fists and, keeping them pressed against the wall, I jut my ass back and against Drake. With his shaft squeezed tight between my ass cheeks, I start moving my body in a flowing motion, grinding against him.

  He responds to the movement of my body with an easy reply: he starts working on my pussy faster, the pressure of his fingers growing and making my movements more and more erratic. I feel his shaft pulsing against my ass, and that makes me close my eyes and imagine how it’ll feel once he’s inside of me. If he can get inside of me, that is; I’m not sure if a cock as big as his is going to fit inside my pussy. But I’m more than willing to find out.

  “Don’t—don’t stop,” I groan, feeling slight spasms taking over my pussy. My inner walls become tighter in a heartbeat and, noticing it, he starts rubbing on my G-spot and clit more fiercely. His fingers work their magic on me, and it all happens in a fraction of a second; I lose control of my body and, pressing my forehead against the wall so hard I might crack my skull, I moan as loud as I can and come.

  Electricity rages through my muscles, making them twitch so hard I’m pretty sure I’m going to be sore in the morning. But it’s all for a good cause.

  I thrust back against him as I come, pushing all my weight against his cock. His shaft is like a steel rod between my ass cheeks, and I move my body up and down, stroking him with my ass.

  “Ready for the main course?” he whispers, suddenly taking one step back. I take a deep breath and, after steadying myself, I turn on my heels to face him. I offer him a teasing smile and, grabbing his cock with both hands, pull him into me.

  “What do you think?” I purr, letting go of his cock so that I can run both of my thumbs on my thong. Swaying my hips from side to side, I push my wet thong down my legs and, the moment the fabric touches the floor, Drake closes the distance between us and presses his body against mine.

  “I think you can’t handle me,” he tells me, his smart eyes burning into mine.

  “You’re all confused, daddy,” I shoot back, the words flowing easily from between my lips. “You’re the one who can’t handle me,” I continue, placing both my arms over his shoulders and jumping into him, trusting that he’s going to grab me. And that’s exactly what he does; his hands fly to my ass and he picks me up, the tip of his cock brushing against my soaking pussy.

  “There’s only one way to find out,” he grins as I lace my legs behind his back, anticipation making my heart beat faster.

  “I agree.”

  Grinning, Drake uses one hand to grab his cock and places its tip right between my pussy lips. All he needs to do now is to thrust but, instead, he just holds his position.

  “You want it bad, don’t you?” he asks me, his grin widening.

  “I do,” I reply, moving my hips and trying to force his cock to slide inside my pussy. It slides just one inch in, but it’s enough for me to have a taste of what’s to come. Oh, this is going to be far better than anything I could’ve imagined, and I have a very restless imagination.

  “OH GOD!” I breathe out as he thrusts without warning. I moan, my voice so high-pitched I’m surprised not a single window has cracked. His shaft slides deep inside my pussy, fighting against my inner walls as it goes in and, for a moment, it’s almost like his whole length is made of fire and not of flesh. A burning sensation spreads outward from my pussy and it engulfs everything in me, scorching every single nerve ending and making my brain boil inside my skull.

  “Still think you can handle me?” he asks me again, his cock filling me so perfectly I think I can feel his pulse.

  “Of course,” I somehow manage to say, the muscles in my throat struggling to get the words out. Without bothering to reply, he slowly slides his cock out of me, but then only to thrust again, this time harder than before. He starts pistoning into me like that, slowly moving out and then giving me all his fury when he thrusts, and I can’t help but to scream.

  Even though my eyes are wide open, I can’t see a thing. Right now, my brain is too busy trying to process the gigantic cock filling me, and it seems that it has shut down all other functions. Each time Drake thrusts I fall deeper into that unconscious abyss; the first thing to go was my sight, and now it’s my cognition, and I don’t know if I’m going to come or pass out first.

  I’ve never felt anything quite like this. Remember when I told you that my toys are better than a real cock? Yeah, you can forget about that. Nothing beats this. Nothing. It seems that, after all, men like this really exist. I’m just glad they’re a rare breed, or else no one would buy my toys.

  I open my mouth to say something but, like a fish out of the water, I just close it again, the words lost in a deep corner of my mind. Digging my fingernails into the muscles of his back, I feel my whole body tensing up as a tidal wave of ecstasy grows on that unconscious horizon. That electric fire inside of me has spun out of control, and I’m actually afraid that this orgasm is simply going to be too much; maybe I can’t handle him after all. But if I can’t, who can?

  “I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” I don’t even finish my sentence. My words drift into the air as a scream explodes between my lips, a violent orgasm shaking me to the very core. It feels like a thousand needles are pricking my skin, stabbing my skin with pleasure over and over again.

  I let my head fall and, with my forehead pressed against one of his shoulders, I scream for God knows how long. I scream until my throat becomes raw, and then I scream some more for good measure. My fingernails are buried so deep into his skin that I must’ve drawn blood by now, but it’s not like he cares; he just keeps on thrusting viciously, fucking me through the best orgasm of my life.

  Oh, yeah, make no mistake about it; this is definitely the best orgasm of my life. If I could make a toy that produced orgasm
s such as these, I’d be a billionaire in under twelve hours.

  “Fuck,” I exhale, breathing so hard it’s a wonder my lungs are still functioning. “This was… something else.”

  “This? This was just the warm-up,” Drake says, putting me down on the floor. I wobble as my feet touch the floor, my legs weak from that raging orgasm, and I have to grab him by the shoulders to steady myself. Warm-up? Is he for real? If that was warm- up, I better dial 911 right now, because there’s no way I’m going to survive something even more intense than that last orgasm.

  “Unless you want me to stop,” he adds, perhaps noticing the look of pure awe on my face.

  Ah, fuck it.

  “No, I want more,” I tell him, “I want much more.” When you have a man like this in front of you, his cock hard and ready to give you the fucking of your life, it’d be a sin to stop. And I hate sinning. Except when it comes to fucking my stepdad, I guess.

  “You’re a brave one,” he chuckles, turning his back to me and walking to my work table. He glances at some of the toys I have lined up there, and then he grabs a pair of nipple clamps and dangles it in front of my face. “Let’s see exactly how brave,” he grins, opening the clamps and reaching for my nipples with them.

  I grit my teeth as the clamps bite down on my nipples, pinching my tender tips hard. I look into his eyes, noticing the expression of savage lust on his face, and then I act on pure instinct. I turn my back to him, place both of my hands on the wall, and then bend over, offering him a nice view of both my ass and pussy.

  “Fuck, you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen,” he tells me, coming up to me and brushing the tip of his fingers over the curve of my ass cheeks. He runs one finger over my ass crack, but then he takes both his hands off of me, as if he suddenly remembered something.

  I look to the side just in time to see him reach for the bullet I used moments ago. He picks it up with two fingers, looks at it curiously for a second, and then presses its tip against my asshole. Oh, fuck. I’m not sure if I’m capable of handling this. Nipple clamps and the bullet? These are not just any toys, mind you; these are two prototypes that blow everything else out of the water. Each one of them, by themselves, are capable of driving a woman truly mad; when combined, they’re a weapon of mass pleasure.