Warm and Sweet, Vol. 1

by Jolene Avonn

  Jamie turned her head, unable to meet his gaze.

  He grabbed her by the chin and forced her to look at him. “Aren’t you?”

  “Yes, doctor,” she said. Strangely, a part of her was looking forward to whatever was about to happen. She’d thought about Dr. Span since he left earlier in the day. His strength, his size, his confidence...but she hadn’t thought he’d be like this. He was treating her like she was nothing.

  “Tell me how much you like it,” he said, taunting her. “You, supposedly so pure and perfect.”

  “I like it,” she said, humiliated but helpless under the doctor’s hard stare. “A lot, I guess?”

  “You like what a lot?”

  Jamie’s hips moved faster and her thighs shook. “Touching myself,” she said. “Touching my wet pussy.” That part of her that wanted this, it sent a surge through her center. She felt dirty. She couldn’t believe she was responding to Dr. Span’s taunts with such raw lust. Her hand was soaked and moving freely, her eyes half-closed.

  “Good,” Dr. Span said, laughing cruelly. “Now flip over. On your knees. Get ready, you little whore.”

  Jamie took a deep breath, trying to slow her pounding heart. She did as instructed, turning on to her stomach and then bringing her knees up so she was kneeling on the couch. She took a glance at Dr. Span, watching him stroke the entire length of his cock, before she turned her back.

  “Is that good?” she said, looking over her shoulder.

  Dr. Span’s reply was a forceful one: he put a hand on Jamie’s neck and shoved her forward, sending her face into the couch cushions and tipping her ass up in the air.

  “Shut up,” he sneered. “Don’t make a fucking noise. Put your hands behind your back.”

  Jamie complied, and then yelped when Dr. Span quickly wrapped his belt around her wrists and cinched it.

  “What are you doing? Please, it hurts!” she begged. She struggled to right herself but couldn’t. Every movement just slid her face deeper into the cushions.

  In an instant Dr. Span was pressed right against her, his muscular thighs against her shaking legs and his thick cock sliding right along her pussy. Jamie gasped. He was incredibly hard, and he grabbed Jamie by the ass and moved her back and forth on his cock, coating it with her wetness. She was helpless as he controlled every movement of her body. It was incredible, the slippery, ridged cock sending waves of pleasure coursing through her even as the doctor began to slap and wring her ass.

  “Oh, ow, oh!” Jamie cried out, shaken by an extra harsh slap that stung her cheek. Her negligee slid up under her shoulders and covered the parts of her head not already obscured by the suede cushions.

  “That hurts, does it?” Dr. Span shoved Jamie again.

  “Yes,” she said, her voice muffled. “Yes, doctor, it hurts.”

  He began to slide a finger between her cheeks, teasing her tight asshole with a wet fingertip as he continually worked his cock between the sopping lips of her pussy. Jamie flinched as he pressed slightly against her pucker.

  “What do we have here?” Dr. Span said. “Such a tight little ass. You ever been fucked in the ass, Miss Starr?”

  “No, sir,” Jamie said. She bit her lip as he continued swirling electric circles between her cheeks, her hips bucking reflexively.

  “Ever had someone tongue your ass?”

  “No, no sir.”

  “Do you want it?”

  “I don’t know, Dr. Span. I thought – ”

  “You thought what?”

  “I thought I was here for...for breeding.”

  “You’re here for me, right now, got it?”

  Dr. Span didn’t give Jamie time to reply. He leaned forward and licked a slow ring all around the edge of her ass. It took Jamie’s breath away. He kept licking, eager and greedy, eventually teasing the tip of his tongue inside her. She’d never experienced anything like his fevered attention, and she felt both exposed and thrilled. She writhed on his cock and squealed as he tongue-fucked her with sloppy, wet strokes.

  He eventually placed his index finger against her eager ass and pushed it in slowly, laughing as she tensed and clinched against him.

  “Ooooohhhhhhhhh,” Jamie groaned as he slid further in, past her first ring of tightly spasming muscle.

  “You like that, don’t you? You like me in your tight little virgin ass,” Dr. Span said, his voice husky. “That’s what I want to hear.” He maintained a steady rhythm with his cock, sliding it smooth and slick against her pussy, while he slowly finger-fucked her tighter entrance.

  Jamie squeezed her eyes shut, trying to relax and let Dr. Span’s finger pass unhindered as he probed her. He was in up to his knuckle and the intense sensation began to overwhelm her. The cock and the finger working in tandem made her feel like a cat in heat, arching her back up at every stroke and slowly making her push back, yearning for more and more pleasure. Her body was overriding everything, moving and writhing and pulsing in time with the ravenous man behind her.

  “I thought so,” Dr. Span said. “Desperate, aren’t you? You like every bit of this.”

  “I do, I do,” Jamie moaned. Lust quickly overtook reason. “I want you. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard.” She moved her hips just so, working her ass on his thick finger and moaning as he twisted and turned his hand. All while sliding that massive cock along her sopping lips. Jamie started to fade into something like bliss.

  Dr. Span pumped his finger harder into her ass before slowly withdrawing. He angled his wide cockhead against her pussy. Bewildered, almost upside-down, completely off-guard, Jamie felt the white heat of his stiff member and craved it. Without warning, he thrust forward and fed his cock straight and deep in to the grip of her quivering cunt.

  “Oh, fuck, that’s tight,” Dr. Span groaned. “Maybe you haven’t had as much cock as I thought.”

  Jamie couldn’t tell if he was all the way in. She was super wet, but this cock was big. She bit down on the couch cushion as more and more surged in. Dr. Span reared back, paused, and careened forward, slamming into Jamie so hard she grunted.

  “That’s it, take it,” he said. “You like that, don’t you?” Again he leaned back and slammed forward. Again she grunted. He was pummeling in up to the hilt now. She could feel his balls slap against her and the wide base of his shaft compressed her clit. It was a shocking mix of pain and heat, and Jamie felt herself dousing Dr. Span with a creamier, slicker wetness as her pussy was stretched wide and reamed.

  He grabbed her bound wrists with both hands and yanked back, pulling Jamie’s head free from the couch for an instant before ramming her down with his next thrust. Her shoulders and elbows sparked with pain.

  “Oh! Please!” Jamie cried, the negligee caught in her mouth. “Please!”

  “Please what?” Dr. Span demanded.

  Jamie tumbled down, face-first, and her head started to swim. She shouted a word over and over again, one she couldn’t believe was escaping her lips. Her back and ass and pussy ached under the doctor’s crazed fucking. She couldn’t control her muscles any more, going limp and helpless as he yanked her up, fucked her down, yanked her up, and fucked her down. Finally, the belt sprung free and Jamie’s arms fell to her side, nearly numb.

  “More, more, more, more,” Jamie moaned, trance-like.

  Dr. Span wasn’t deterred by the temporary loss of the belt. He stopped long enough to grab it and loop it around Jamie’s neck.

  “More, huh?” He pulled back, jerking her up by her throat.

  “No – ” she gasped, choking and reaching for the belt.

  Dr. Span tightened the loop and jerked back again. He tugged just as he threw his cock into her, the force knocking Jamie forward and putting nearly all the weight on her throat. She clawed at the belt and fell into the couch, only to be yanked up again.

  She couldn’t make anything more than a choking, garbled cry as her vision went red-white. Dr. Span seemed extra motivated by her struggle, and he pistoned into her even faster as she started to jer
k in panicky spasms. He finally relaxed the belt enough for her to take a few frantic breaths. Then, the fucking began again.

  Somehow, through all this, Dr. Span’s deep thrusts triggered something in the woman bearing the brunt of his exertion. Jamie had long since given up resisting, and her arms flopped crazily by her side as the doctor fucked her. Her knees were weak. His ramrod cock and choking belt were the only things holding her up. The flood of panic and pleasure and the red-white haze of oxygen deprivation became a different dimension, one she didn’t want to ever leave.

  Jamie began to groan lower, harsher, as her ears buzzed and her pussy clenched the cock filling it so completely.

  “Work that pussy,” Dr. Span moaned. “That’s what I thought you could do. You love it, don’t you? You want to come on my cock, don’t you Miss Starr?” He put one foot up on the couch for leverage, still rocking Jamie with his power. Her entire body shook each time they collided. He grabbed her breast and squeezed hard, compressing her nipple until the pain was red hot.

  That was the final trigger. Jamie fought valiantly against the impending explosion, not wanting to grant Dr. Span the pleasure of her complete submission. But a blissful wave covered Jamie in a golden light. She felt nothing, and everything. Her entire body convulsed. Her head twisted wildly against the belt and her pussy began to clench uncontrollably, gripping and re-gripping Dr. Span’s cock in an otherworldly frenzy. Jamie made unholy noises, coming so hard that she was practically speaking in tongues. In that instant she both hated and craved Dr. Span. The fact that he could do this to her...it left her crazed and delirious.

  “Tell me,” Dr. Span shouted as Jamie came. “Tell me to fill you!”

  Jamie could barely hear the doctor. She turned her head awkwardly so her mouth was free. She tried to put words together.

  “Fill. Me. Please, doctor,” she panted, the sounds hardly escaping before he knocked another surprised grunt from her. “Fill me with your come. Breed me. Breed me, doctor.”

  Dr. Span had one hand on her side and one on her ass. He stopped making any noise at all, silently throwing his cock into Jamie with abandon. His breath caught and he made a choking noise. Jamie felt his shaft swell and spasm as it flew in and out of her pussy. Then, an instant later, a wave of come flooded forth, then another burst, and another, and Dr. Span grunted with each jet he unleashed. Jamie could feel his seed splashing against her inner walls, filling her with hot, searing streams. Dr. Span dropped the belt and raked her back with his nails, leaning back and shouting in release.

  His thrusts slowed, finally, and then he withdrew. He left Jamie ass-up and stuffed into the couch and panting shuddering breaths. Come and slickness coated her thighs. Her shoulder was pinned against the frame of a pull-out bed under a seat cushion. Her face was sweaty, her mouth dry, her thighs and ass trembling in quick spasms. All she heard was Dr. Span’s harsh breathing.

  “Don’t fucking move,” he said. “You have to remain elevated for at least ten minutes, according to protocol.”

  He grabbed her ankles and lifted her up in one movement. He held Jamie dangling before him as if she weighed nothing, her breasts brushing his thighs as she swayed side to side. She swore she could feel his load surging through her ravaged pussy. She felt full and warm inside.

  Having flipped her over, Dr. Span dropped her on the couch with her ass balanced on the arm and her shoulders resting on a seat cushion. Her legs dangled clumsily, still spread, still quaking.

  “Stay right there with your pussy up in the air,” Dr. Span commanded. “Don’t move until the timer goes off.” He punched a button on a small digital clock and started to pull on his pants.

  “You’re a good fuck, you know that?” he said. “I don’t care what they say about you, I’m glad you’re here. I can’t wait to come back.”

  He stopped near the couch and covered her pussy with his hand, squeezing gently until she cried out.

  “You wanna come again, don’t you?” he said.

  Jamie nodded furiously, biting her lip.

  “Not tonight,” Dr. Span said, drumming his fingers on her clit. “You better keep every drop inside.” He moved toward the doors.

  “What about my partners?” Jamie whimpered, finally finding her voice. “Why you?”

  “Because I can do whatever the fuck I want!” Dr. Span shouted. His face was red and damp with sweat. “You’ll get partners when I say you do. When I’ve had my fill. Got it? And consider tonight a gentle session. I have all sorts of things planned for you, Miss Starr.”

  “Yes, sir,” Jamie whispered.

  Dr. Span stopped on the way to the door. A smile formed on his lips.

  “You know what, Miss Starr?” he said. “I don’t want my wife to smell your pussy on me. That’s some smart thinking isn’t it? Can’t have her sniffing you out, can I?” He walked closer to the couch, so his crotch was just in line with Jamie’s head. He unzipped again.

  “Why don’t you clean me off?” he whispered, laying his heavy, sticky semi-hard shaft across her mouth. “Lick me clean, Miss Starr.”

  Jamie turned her head this way and that but Dr. Span held her shoulders and began to wipe his cock side to side across her lips and cheeks.

  “Lick it,” he said again, softer.

  Jamie opened her mouth and began to lick along his shaft. She tasted the musky, earthy remnants of their combined come – her coppery juices and his salty-tangy seed. She licked in quick strokes. Then he hefted his balls on to her chin.

  “There, too,” he groaned. “That’s a good little partner. Clean me all up and down.”

  Jamie shook with rage. She was humiliated. She kept tongue-washing Dr. Span, wanting it all to be over quickly so he would leave and she could rinse everything away in a long, long shower.

  “Get down there, lower. That’s it,” he said, pushing his balls up and guiding Jamie’s mouth to the smooth skin between his cock and ass. Finally, he shoved her aside and returned his cock to his pants.

  “Jesus!” he said. “Take it easy, Miss Starr. Save some for later!” He patted her on the arm one more time, and then walked quickly out of her suite.

  Jamie stayed propped on the couch, motionless, for a minute. Then she threw Dr. Span’s timer across the room. It shattered against a bookcase. She eased slowly to her feet and staggered to the bathroom, where she took a steamy shower. Her legs shook for a long time. Her hips and shoulders and thighs ached. Small red abrasions formed on her neck, reminders of the belt.

  Is this what service meant? If so, she wasn’t long for Rays of Hope.

  ~~~

  The next morning, Jamie received quiet congratulations from Nurse Albright over breakfast.

  “How was it?” the nurse asked with a sly smile.

  “Not quite what I expected,” Jamie said. She was tempted to mention the fact that Dr. Span was her first partner, but something about his temper and rage kept her quiet. “I think day 10 will be better. I was very nervous.”

  “Oh, everyone is,” Nurse Albright laughed, beaming like a proud parent. “You’ll do so well, I just know it.”

  “I sure hope so,” Jamie said.

  Later, after she ate lunch by herself, Jamie waited once more in her living room. She wore her standard-issue shorts and tank top, but she also had on a cardigan she’d brought from home. The room was chilly, her memory of the previous night clouded and troubled. She was supposed to have another brief medical inspection, a prospect that filled her with dread. Would Dr. Span throw her on the couch and fuck her again? What other things did he have in mind? She didn’t want to think about it. She was still sore. She wanted to rest and prepare for her second session, not deal with him.

  The knock at the door made her heart drop.

  “Come in,” she said quietly.

  “Miss Starr?” a male voice asked tentatively from the entryway. Jamie didn’t recognize the voice.

  “Right here,” she said, standing.

  A young man – tall, with short dirty blonde ha
ir and a five o’clock shadow – entered the living room.

  “Hello, Miss Starr,” he said. “I’m Dr. Adams. I’m taking rounds for Dr. Span today. How are you?”

  “Um, I’m good,” Jamie said, relieved. “Very good, actually.” She started to unbutton her cardigan.

  “Oh, no!” Dr. Adams said. “No need for that. I’m just checking in, a quick visit. To see how you’re doing on day 10.”

  “Oh,” Jamie said, even more relieved. She wasn’t quite ready to strip down again. Not yet. Dr. Adams seemed different. His face was kind and relaxed

  But then again, Dr. Span had seemed pretty normal, too, before he used her as his personal fuck toy. Her face started to burn at the thought of it – all day she’d been replaying her first night of service, and each time she remembered his belt and his fingers and his harsh thrusts, she gritted her teeth.

  “Hello?” Dr. Adams said. “Jamie?”

  She didn’t realize he’d been talking. “Sorry, doctor. I’m just tired, that’s all. What did you say?”

  “I asked how you got those marks on your neck. Is it a rash? A reaction to our soaps, perhaps? We want to make sure you’re comfortable.”

  Jamie frowned, then turned away from Dr. Adams and walked over to the living room window. It overlooked a small courtyard.

  “No,” she said. “Not a rash. I was just scratching. I get red really easily.”

  “Huh,” Dr. Adams said. “What about the bruise on your thigh?” He walked up behind her.

  “Bumped into the table,” Jamie said. “I’m so clumsy!”

  “Ah, okay,” he said. “So, who was your first partner? I just want to note it in our records. Whoever logged him in last night forgot to write his name down. Happens some times.”

  Jamie’s pulse quickened. She crossed her arms over her chest and turned to Dr. Adams.

  “Keith, I think?” she said, as if trying hard to remember.

  Dr. Adams looked puzzled. “No Keith around here,” he said. He studied Jamie, scanning her up and down for an uncomfortable half-minute. Then he said, “Maybe Ken?”

  “Ken!” Jamie said. “That’s it! Ken. Great guy, I mean, we had a good session.”