Dr. Blumfield’s thumbs broke my little fantasy with a pinch on either nipple that, at first, hurt. As he twisted and gently tugged, the preceding flash of agony quickly subsided and turned to warm, wet pleasure.
He squeezed, hard, with the rest of his fingers. That, too, hurt at first, but soon I wanted him to do it again and again. “Please! Please pinch me harder, doctor!” I said, but he shushed me.
“No, no, Alex. Doctor knows best. No talking now. But, I would very much like it if you helped me get ready to treat you.”
Next thing I knew, I felt the heavy warmth of his prick against my face. All I could see if I turned my head as much as possible was the line of hair from his chest ending above a tree-trunk of a cock. The smell of him – of his musk, his balls, and his hair – lit some kind of fire in my belly. My nipples got, again, harder. The tiny gusts of wind coming across the room from the air conditioner vent were enough to make my flesh pebble. As he stroked his dickhead across one cheek, then my lips, all I could think about was how much I wanted to suck him. How much I wanted to swallow a big, thick load and how much I needed that tool in my cunt.
Then I had another thought. I’m ovulating. If he puts it in me…
Something about the idea that this beautiful man’s seed could fill me up and… I had to stop thinking about that. Fucking him was crazy enough. Way past crazy enough. Wanting him to come in me, pump me full of jizz, right then? Way, way past crazy enough.
But, still. I just couldn’t shake the thought. Why not? Walter can’t give me a baby. He ‘tried’ for years. Maybe…
Luckily, the doctor pulled me out of that rabbit hole by shoving his cock in my mouth.
Instinctively, I explored the Dr. Blumfield’s ample cock head with my tongue. Following each line, curve and crevice, was the most teasing appetizer imaginable.
“Mmm… Just like that, Alex, yes,” he groaned, “God you’re good at this.”
He ran a thumb down my neck and then resumed his lusty, deliciously rough tit handling. Thumbs circled my nipples for a moment, and then he just grabbed handfuls, pinching my pebbled flesh between his fingers, gripping my sensitive, aching breasts and crushing them between his palms. He took his thumbs and slipped them against his shaft inside my mouth. Once wet, he put them back on my nipples, turning and pulling. A half-second later, I realized that my entire torso was covered in a prickly-hot, red sex rash.
“Oh, you like this, don’t you? Don’t you wish Walter would do this for you?”
I nodded as best I could, which wasn’t much, and murmured a “mhm” around Dr. Blumfield’s cock as it pumped between my lips.
Harder he pushed in and out of my mouth. Only a couple of inches were crammed inside, but he was already almost to the entrance of my throat. There’s another thing I always wanted Walter to do – cram his dick all the way down me, all the way until his balls sat on my face and I could swallow every inch of him.
The only difference is that the man who was actually giving me the treat I had longed for was so much bigger than Walter that I didn’t know if I was going to be able to manage.