Warm and Sweet, Vol. 1

by Jolene Avonn

  I smiled, eager to join in the role playing.

  “Ummm, good news first, doctor,” I said.

  “The good news is that I’m going to fuck you about two minutes from now.”

  “That’s…that’s good,” I said, squeezing my thighs shut and shivering in anticipation. “What’s the bad news?”

  “The bad news is that your performance in the tests indicates that you’re not quite ready for fully equal participation.”

  He set the clipboard down and leveled his gaze at me.

  “Do you understand what that means, slut?”

  I shook my head slowly. My heart beat harder in my chest. Wasn’t it going to happen? Was he joking? Teasing? Would he send me out of the clinic unfulfilled?

  “Of course you don’t understand,” Dr. Langley said. “What it means is that you’ll have to be restrained — painfully — while I fuck you. And that’s only after some corrective measures that should guarantee this won’t happen again.”

  I sighed in relief. He was going to fuck me. And it was going to be fun.

  Or so I thought.

  “So let’s get this over with,” he said.

  “Okay, sir,” I said. I let the wool blanket slip to the floor and stood proudly for him. My breasts were still swollen and slightly misshapen from the bindings, but I knew I presented a ripe, willing body that a powerful man would have no chance of resisting. My confidence had grown by leaps and bounds.

  If I survived the first exam, this’ll be nothing.

  Dr. Langley smirked as if he could read my thoughts, and reached for a drawer. He pulled out three more lengths of surgical tubing and walked over to me.

  “Wrists,” he said curtly.

  I held out my wrists. The doctor lashed them together with tubing, wrapping the stretchy cord around and around until I flinched. The bonds went halfway up my forearm and made movement impossible. I already felt like I was in a straitjacket. My pulse pounded against the restraints.

  “Bend over.”

  Unsure, I bent at the waist slightly.

  “More, slut,” he said, pushing hard on my shoulders. “Touch the fucking floor.”

  I bent and crouched until my fingertips touched the cold linoleum. Dr. Langley dropped to one knee and held my bound wrists in the space between my feet. Then he wrapped a longer piece of tubing around my ankles, weaving into the tight cords on my wrists, and tied me into an uncomfortable folded-up pose. My ass was aimed up, my head was between my legs, and I had to crouch slightly with shaking thighs to stay upright.

  “This…this is hard,” I mumbled.

  “Exactly,” Dr. Langley said.

  He left me in the middle of the room for a long minute. He paced around, petting me occasionally and teasing me with soft strokes between my legs. I got hot almost immediately, thrilled again by the pain and contrasting pleasure. Dr. Langley had removed his gloves, so the heat of his hands met me directly and awakened the oozing juices of arousal in my pussy.

  I heard a soft whirring sound, and when I turned my head to follow Dr. Langley’s path around the room, I saw him twirling the last length of tubing. He’d knotted one end.

  “Will you be coming back here, Miss Clancy?” he said.

  “I, well, I don’t know, sir,” I said.

  Dr. Langley drew the tubing across my back, from my neck to my ass. I shivered and wobbled on unsteady, bound feet.

  “Care to reconsider that answer?”

  “I don’t know what you want!”

  Another whirring sound, this time ending with a stinging lash on my left ass cheek.

  “Ahh!” I cried out, the pain taking a half-second to register. “Fuck! Fuck!”

  Another lash on my other cheek. The Snap! on my flesh echoed in the office.

  “Oh shit I’m sorry doctor!” I yelled. “No, no I won’t come back!”

  My ass stung and I could tell two welts were forming where the tubing had flashed against me.

  Snap!

  A third stroke, this time at the small of my back.

  Snap! Snap! Snap!

  More, between my shoulder blades, along my thighs, against the inside of my calves. Dr. Langley laid into me with the tubing, whipping me harder as he went, until I was shaking with agony and hopping forward wildly.

  “Ohhh, please,” I moaned. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

  Dr. Langley palmed my cunt suddenly, laying the tubing down my back for a brief respite.

  “Are you getting fucking wet over this, Miss Clancy?” His fingers dug into my sex, probing cruelly until my arousal was impossible to deny.

  “Yes,” I whimpered. I groaned as he swirled over my folds, slick sounds of wetness betraying me further.

  Dr. Langley pushed his thumb against my asshole and held it there. My tight wrinkled entrance quivered and I almost tipped forward. The jolts of erotic heat made me dizzy, even as angry welts rose all over my body.

  The doctor pulled the tubing off my back. The next harsh slap came from below: he dropped the knotted end to the floor between my legs, letting it dangle on my chin, and then whipped it up. The middle of the tubing hit my pussy and the knot zipped against my belly, making me screech in pain.

  The knot landed on my cheek again. I tried to bite it, to hold it so it couldn’t lash me any more, but Dr. Langley jerked up and whipped the knot directly across my pussy.

  I froze in shock. The pain blinded me. Three, four seconds I crouched silently before a low, long groan escaped my throat. I’d never made a sound like that before. There was no more screaming, shouting, or swearing. I’d gone to a place that left me incapable of anything but the most primal sounds.

  “How’s that, then?” the doctor whispered.

  He delivered another lash to my cunt, and then another. Each one brought searing pain and then, amazingly, new wetness. Dr. Langley alternated whipping my pussy and tits until I spasmed in delight. My juices dripped down my thighs and added to each stinging blow. I moaned in a steady drone, eyes rolling back, my vision cloudy white with the lusty pain-pleasure mix of adrenalin coursing in my veins.

  I didn’t realize the whipping had stopped until Dr. Langley’s tongue met my pussy.

  His thick, warm muscle pressed into the space above my hooded clit and lapped upward along my up-turned sex, parting my labia and surging along the quivering skin that led to my ass. He kept going, tonguing my tight pucker with quick circles and then moving down for another stroke.

  I gasped in sheer delight. The change from whipping pain to luscious, powerful strokes of the doctor’s pulsing tongue triggered an instant climax. I rocked forward, almost tumbling to the floor again, and squatted as I came directly on his mouth. I ground my hips back against his face until his halting breaths sputtered in my depths. The intensity amazed me — the fact that I was bound and helpless to stop Dr. Langley’s fervent efforts made the tensing muscles in my tunnel clench harder. I came so hard that tears leaked on to my cheeks.

  “Yes, doctor,” I moaned, finally able to speak again.

  He didn’t stop mouthing my quivering sex. He lapped at me, drank in my wetness, and his soaked cheeks and chin slid across my inner thighs as he pushed harder and deeper. He wanted to devour me. His hungry noises made me swell with gladness.

  He’s doing this out of pure pleasure.

  Dr. Langley pulled back and worked a hand all over my drenched pussy. He slid his fingers down my belly and massaged my tits, teasing me with my own creamy essence, rolling and smoothing my nipples until I gasped in delight. He kept returning to my core for more, slathering me with juices until trickles ran along my neck.

  When he stood again, he’d driven me almost to the counter across the room. A trail of wetness gleamed on the floor.

  Watching through woozy eyes from between my legs, I saw the doctor’s pants hit the floor. He stepped out of them and dropped his boxers, too. His cock hung half-thickened between his thighs. I sucked in my breath when I saw it.

  Now it’s really going to happen, I
thought. If I can take that thing inside of me.

  I wasn’t so sure.

  Dr. Langley shoved me forward until my back and hips hit the cabinet, wedging me between his body and the cold wood doors. He gripped my ass and worked the cheeks together and apart, together and apart, pulling my sex open with each stretch. I watched from below as his balls tensed and his shaft stiffened. His cockhead met my abdomen and surged to life. It stretched past my navel and turned hard as granite.

  The doctor reached down and began to guide his cock up between my ass cheeks, pushing the shaft into my drenched lips and coating it with my hot juices.

  I moaned and tossed my head up accidentally, knocking against the cabinet with a thump.

  Dr. Langley continued sliding up and down against my ass. His wide tip danced over my asshole when he descended, and his balls mashed against my clit when he rose. His powerful thighs pushed harder against my hamstrings and haunches, pushing me harder against the cabinet.

  “Are you ready, slut?” he whispered.

  “Mm-hmmm,” I moaned. “Yes, please, doctor.”

  He leaned back so his cockhead could press directly at my entrance. Just the sensation of his tip parting my outer labia thrilled, and stretched, me. I bit hard on my lip and closed my eyes tight.

  This was going to hurt.

  Dr. Langley rolled his hips, working his cock against my tight hole until he’d pressed into my painfully tight membrane. He held perfectly still.

  And he waited.

  And waited.

  I began to shake, my insides pleading for his first vicious thrust.

  He gripped my ass and pulled it wide. Then, with a tremendous grunt, he slammed forward.

  Heat. Tearing. Searing pain. Red, washing over the insides of my eyelids as I clenched them shut and arched against the cabinets in reflexive panic. The doctor’s extraordinarily wide cock surged forward and stopped, my pussy clenching hard around it with such power that Dr. Langley let out a startled “Unh?” in response.

  He pulled back. The wide head tugged at my entrance and I felt my pussy cling to it like a glove. He eased back further, popping free before settling back against me.

  Just like the first time, the doctor held steady until I couldn’t stand it. My cunt ached in throbbing bursts. My core clenched and rolled spasmodically, waiting, yearning, blazing.

  He slammed forward again, surging through the first ring of resistance faster and filling more of my tunnel with his girth. I gurgled in shock, sputtering nonsense as my inner walls felt the hard, thick ridges of a cock for the very first time.

  Dr. Langley withdrew part way and thrust a third time. My clenching sex gave way even more and I finally opened my eyes to watch. I couldn’t believe how thick he was, and how drastically my pussy stretched to take him. The view from between my ankles was obscene. Animalistic.

  It was fucking hot.

  Already the sharp pain of the first penetration was easing. A numbness washed over my entrance, and deeper inside a pulsing desire built. Dr. Langley began a slow fuck, working in and out until I took his entire length and his balls rested firm against my crotch. Traces of bright pink mixed in with my creamy wetness, reminding me of the battering I’d taken, but soon my sticky essence was milky white and thick on the coarse hair of his balls.

  Dr. Langley fucked harder when he heard my new groans of pleasure. My head and hips knocked against the cabinet rhythmically. I didn’t care one bit. I crouched and squatted for the doctor, taking his thick cock, and cried out for more. His fingers sunk into my ass and squeezed. I saw his toes curl in delight.

  He loves this as much as I do.

  Soon, the doctor was pummeling me like a jackhammer. My breasts flopped wildly, blocking my view as he worked. He found my furthest depths and bumped me deep, sending my cunt into new spasms of warm heat. My juices dripped from my cunt to my belly, and then to my tits, and with every thin line of creaminess I got hotter, watching my body respond to the doctor’s as if we were rutting beasts.

  Dr. Langley reached a fevered pitch and then slowed, holding himself buried deep, before he pulled out and left me gaping and begging.

  “Please don’t stop,” I said. “Please!”

  “One down, one to go,” he said. His hand worked over his slick cock and then parted my ass cheeks once more.

  This time, he thumbed my asshole until he penetrated me, lubing me with my own juices.

  My mouth opened but I couldn’t speak in time. Dr. Langley pressed his cockhead to my tightest hole and leaned forward until the wide tip overwhelmed my clenched muscle and drove inside.

  “Ahhhh-oohhhhhhhh!” I cried. This was a different kind of hurt, a deep and instant soreness that only got worse as I bucked away from Dr. Langley and clenched around his cock.

  “This won’t feel any better until you relax,” he said. He pulled my hips and thrust at the same time, not waiting for me to respond.

  “Unnnnhhh.” I grunted some kind of affirmation. I pleaded with my throbbing ass to release, to take the doctor’s offering, to trust that the pain would be replaced by the ultimate pleasure.

  Slowly but surely, my body responded. As Dr. Langley’s cock pulsed deeper and deeper, my ass took the intrusion and halted its hard clenches. It took twice as long for the doctor to bottom out in this hole, because even as I breathed deep and accepted his cock, my tightness made him work harder to push forward.

  Finally, his balls crushed against my cunt and I was completely stuffed. I could feel Dr. Langley’s pulse in my gut. His cock twitched and throbbed in my depths. When he reared back and began to fuck me for real, the steady thrum of his cockhead on my tight inner walls drove me absolutely mad.

  “Oh fuck,” I groaned. “Give it to me, doctor. Fuck my ass.”

  I had no intention, believe me, of sounding like some kind of cock-hungry slut. But in times like that, there’s no thought given to what sounds appropriate. You say what you feel, and you fuck like you might never fuck again. Every other object in the room, the clinic, the town — hell, the entire world — disappeared. All I could focus on was Dr. Langley’s dick plunging into my no-longer-virgin ass…and how much I already loved it.

  The doctor began to moan as he slammed into me. He reached down and took one bouncing tit in his hand and crushed it into my chest. His other hand found my cunt and two fingers surrounded and massaged my clit until I couldn’t see straight. The triple pleasure of ass, nipple, and clit stimulation made my belly convulse and before it even registered, I fell into another climax.

  And when I say fell, that’s exactly what I mean. My legs finally gave out. My entire body shook like I was having a seizure. The extreme joy of such a complete orgasm was too much to bear. I slumped down and forward, my shoulders hitting the floor, and I lost control of my body.

  As I lay there, still with my ass up and my hands bound to my ankles and still getting pummeled by the doctor, I writhed and twitched. I shouted strange words and gasped for air. Dr. Langley squatted and fucked harder. He dropped down again and again, growling savagely until I thought my collarbone would snap. I remember feeling his cock swell full in my ass. Then there were two hard pulses. He grabbed my ass and held me still and then exploded at the deepest point. Hot waves of semen crashed inside my spasming tunnel. The streams of his seed seeped out around his cock and spurted on to my tummy and chest and face.

  Dr. Langley pulled out and left my ass gaping. He was still climaxing, shooting thick ropes on to my neck and face. I opened my mouth and begged for him. I extended my tongue and lapped his essence greedily. It clung to my teeth and tongue and lips until licked eagerly and swallowed. I gulped down his creamy load until he’d wrung his cock dry and staggered backward, gasping for breath. I couldn’t make my arms or legs work. My ass and pussy were raw and throbbing. My breasts heaved as I gulped for oxygen. Everything was trembling. Everything shook. I felt like ghosts of climaxes were wandering up and down my body, whispering and hoping for more.

  Dr. Langley left
me in a shivering heap as he dried his cock and thighs with the wool blanket and carefully pulled on his boxers and pants.

  “Dr. Langley,” I said quietly, when I felt I could form words, “do you think I could get up now?”

  He didn’t reply; instead, he walked to his desk and shuffled some papers. Finally, after a couple of minutes, he knelt at my side and sliced the rubber tubing with his scalpel.

  I collapsed completely this time, no longer propped by my bound limbs. I fell on to my side and breathed deeply in relief.

  Dr. Langley ignored me, aside from tossing a few paper towels and my sundress at me as he cleaned the exam room. He was meticulous in his movements, showing none of the passion or energy he’d devoted to thrashing away my virginity.

  Eventually I eased to my feet and wiped myself down. I pulled my sundress over my head and shoulders, letting the light cotton fall gently over my chest and hips.

  Believe me: everything was sore. It wasn’t a bad type of soreness, necessarily, but my joints and organs felt like they’d been through a wrestling match. My head spun with the knowledge that I’d just moved past a threshold, or two, or three of them.

  I leaned against the counter and waited for Dr. Langley to release me.

  He sat at his desk and studied me impassively. He twirled a quartz figurine in his fingers, the smooth carved body of a woman covered by a twisting snake. A boa constrictor, I guessed, letting my mind wander. Probably some sort of medical symbol.

  Dr. Langley stood and walked to my side, still holding the figurine. He pressed it into my belly and spoke.

  “Would you like something to remember me by,” he said. The carving, about six inches high and an inch or two thick, dug into my middle.

  “I…I guess so,” I murmured. I was still captivated by his heat. The warmth was palpable, his scent still intoxicating, his very presence turning my nipples into twisting sparks under my dress. How could one man make me feel like this…all the time?

  “I thought so,” he said.

  Dr. Langley worked the fingers of his left hand into my hair, curving around the base of my skull and squeezing until I softened against him, utterly relaxed. I smiled softly.