Story 4 #4
“Harder, sir, harder! Please! I need it! I want it!”
Ashe moaned, her expression turning to one of extreme shock – shocked at the abruptness of her naughty request.
To put things into perspective – she’d gone from being a shy, inexperienced virgin only a short while earlier…
to now, here on the doctor’s table, getting her pussy toyed with by the man of her dreams.
How’s that for a wild turn of events! And guess what? The good stuff hasn’t even begun yet…
“Whatever you want,” Dr. Longpole answered, beginning to drive his fingers harder against the woman’s taut flesh.
Those panties were still covering Ashe’s nether regions, and the doctor made no indication that he’d be removing them any time soon.
No, he seemed perfectly content to rub and grind against the girl’s excitable clit, right through the clothing.
Even so, her growing wetness was already spilling through the thin piece of material.
“Oh, good girl!” The doctor shook his head, pulling the lower hand to his mouth where he tasted Ashe’s lusty liquids. “Even more delicious than I imagined possible.”
The man didn’t wait long before returning them to her hole. However, this time, he slipped the panties aside and ran his fingers right smack dab down in the middle of her drenched folds. Large, well-shaped southern lips.
“You really are enjoying this, aren’t you, dirty girl?” He let out a brief laugh.
But, before Ashe could respond, those same fingers were now being popped into her mouth!
Yes, the plump lass experienced the yummy flavor of her own pussy!
Right from Dr. Longpole’s fingers. A somewhat thick, yet runny substance which she more than gladly licked clean from the man’s skin.
More than the taste, it was the hotness of the act that caused Ashe’s body to shake with pleasure – as the man went from pussy to mouth, mouth to pussy, and back again.
Feeling himself hard as iron, watching this gentle girl submit to his will.
“Have you ever been with a man?” Dr. Longpole asked.
“No,” Ashe whispered, just hoping he’d hurry up and fingerbang the fuck out of her.
“Never been pleasured or touched by a man… or woman?” Came his follow-up query. Did he need her to take a quick survey?! Ashe fumed in her mind.
“No!” She responded, a bit more forcefully than the doctor cared for.
“Careful, Ashe Plumpkins,” the fellow grunted, tightening a hand on her throat.
Mmm, Ashe liked that! An unexpected, yet highly satisfying revelation. She thought she might repeat a similar one.
“Or what?” She grinned, craning her neck forward to drive the fingers of his hand farther into her neck. “What will you do, doctor?”
“Hmm,” Dr. Longpole shook his head. “And here I thought you’d be a shy, submissive girl. Fucking brat.”
At once, two of his fingers inserted into her vagina – exploring the warm wetness of the tight walls.
He located the G-spot without hesitation, and from there, pumped his hand in and out of her pussy with a shocking amount of force.
The thumb rested on top of her pleasure button, doing quick motions that put a curl in Ashe’s toes.
Meanwhile, the hand around her throat tightened to a nearly uncomfortable degree.
Blackness clouded her vision, watching as the dark clouds closed in on all sides.
“You think I’ll let you cum?” The doctor asked, finally relaxing his grip on her throat – causing the black clouds to disappear in Ashe’s eyes.
She gasped heavily, wondering what in the hell had just happened. But, the way Longpole fingerbanged her pussy seemed to put everything right. Over and over he drove his hand into her wet hole, hitting the G-spot in the exact way Ashe needed it, even if she didn’t know it yet.
“You better ask me nicely,” he said with gritted teeth.
“Or what? Like you’ll stop.” Ashe taunted him.
The room came to a standstill. Dr. Longpole’s fingers withdrew from her pussy, and the other hand released her neck – leaving Ashe on the examination table, sitting in a pool of her own unfulfilled liquids. The chubby body cried out for more, more more! She wanted to be pleasured.
“Please, doctor! Please!” Ashe begged. “Please, I’ll be good for you, sir!”
“See how big my cock is now?” He inquired, pulling the girl’s face closer to his crotch. “See how hard you make me, Ashe Plumpkins? I would destroy your pussy. Understand me?”
“Yes, sir! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” She apologized in a rapid-fire fashion. “Please touch me, sir.”
“Good girl,” the doctor smiled, putting his hands back on the virgin.
From there, he pumped more rapidly than before, even smacking her lightly across the face several times when she tried to pull his hand away.
Dr. Longpole looked to be very experienced in this sort of endeavor. He didn’t need any interference from the bratty slut on his table.
“I’m… I’m… Is this what it feels like?” Ashe whimpered, beginning to shake all over.
“Coming?” He asked with a laugh. “You better fucking hold on… You’ll be squirting all over this office in less than 10 seconds. You’re going to drench these walls like a good little girl, Ashe Plumpkins.”
As the man spoke, his hands quickened their lusty doings – causing Ashe’s buttocks to tense, along with the rest of her body.
“OH MY GOD!!!” Ashe shouted… just as the room to the door shot open.
In walked Ms. Fatbum. What happened next surprised even the good the doctor.
For you see, as Ms. Fatbum entered the room, Ashe had already begun to squirt, just as Dr. Longpole predicted.
And further yet, the liquid ejected from her body in great, big gushes.
So powerful, in fact, that she actually hit Ms. Fatbum right in the face!
A direct shot of liquid, as if someone had dumped a bucket of warm water all over her head.
The woman, apparently not unfamiliar with this sort of thing, gave no reaction at all.
Meanwhile, Ashe howled and shrieked, creating a very noisy state of affairs. One that could be good or bad for business, depending on how you look at things.
Ms. Fatbum looked down at her now soaked shirt, gave a displeased head-nod, as one might do if babysitting a few infants – and then proceeded to speak, “On line one, Dr. Longpole, it is your wife.”
“Wife?” Ashe repeated, leaning upright in the stirrups.
***
In walked a luscious, long-legged and toned blonde bombshell.
The kind of body you’d see on the cover of a fitness magazine.
Anyone who saw the woman automatically assumed it had to be someone famous, someone important.
These kinds of women simply don’t walk around the world without being well looked after.
That’s what Ashe Plumpkins thought anyway, when she spotted the immaculately dressed girl traipse into Dr. Longpole’s office. The kind of strut someone does when they think the whole entire earth is theirs. Everyone else just happens to be annoying, or fawning, or irritating peasants and underlings.
This particular goddess came in wearing a short, very tight white dress.
The top of which sank lower than a cannonball tossed into the Atlantic ocean.
That meant her impressive tits were kept out on display.
By accident? Not a chance! Some red lipstick gave the woman’s face an air of refinement – but those long, endless legs told you everything you needed to know.
Mouths would drop open like trap doors in a haunted house as she came stepping past.
Eyes followed like those of starved lions that had just seen the juiciest wildebeest of their lives!
No sir! You didn’t get a figure and face like that without having the world fall at your feet.
“Mrs. Longpole!” The lady named Ms. Fatbum came waddling over.
“Mmm,” the married woman intoned, lifting an eyebrow suspiciously at the hefty assistant. “Where is he?”
“Coming right now,” she answered.
This is where Ashe Plumpkins wondered to herself exactly what the comment meant.
After having just been delighted by the doctor, she thought he may also do the same to countless other women in the office.
Maybe coming right now was a literal statement.
The filthy, rotten but oh-so-suave rogue!
That womanizing manwhore! Degenerate flabfucker! Lousy duncepot!
“I bet,” Mrs. Longpole tossed her head back with a forced laugh. “Ohhh, and who is… this?”
The question left her mouth as she turned to face the front desk.
That’s where the 30-some-year-old woman spotted Ashe, standing there, head cast to the floor, hoping not to ruffle any feathers.
She had, after all, just been fingerbanged HARD by this woman’s husband – her new boss, for goodness sake!
“This?” Ms. Fatbum smiled, raising an eyebrow at Ashe, as if she might reveal her naughty secret at any moment. It was not an expression Ashe cared to see – with the menacing smirk came a feeling of dread which filled Ashe’s entire body.
How could she have been so stupid!? Allowing her boss to finger-fuck her… like 10 minutes after meeting?! What na?ve and ignorant fantasy had possessed the girl so strongly to permit such an act of lewdness? Being a virgin, herself! Unthinkable!
Sure… those well-developed, strong, and powerful muscles the doctor had didn’t hurt!
Neither did his chiseled face and domineering mannerisms.
As we’ve already established, women just absolutely adore being treated like pond scum – provided the man doing so is attractive enough.
So, really, Ashe could hardly be blamed at all.
It was simply female nature that overtook her senses, for however brief it might have been, and permitted the lusty doctor to satisfy her southern slit.
The one, which by the way, still shot sparks and jolts of excitement, not yet having recovered from the intense squirting orgasm.
And nor had Ashe’s panties dried fully – not to mention Ms. Fatbum’s clothes!
“This is Ashe Plumpkins, our newest hire,” Ms. Fatbum continued, making the introduction. “Ashe, this is… Mrs. Longpole – the doctor’s wife.”
That last word being said with a heavy emphasis.
“Oh…” Mrs. Longpole paused, pulling her head back in the opposite direction of Ashe. “New hire?” She repeated.
“Yes, m’am,” Ms. Fatbum nodded to confirm.
It was here Mrs. Longpole eyed the new girl over with an unimpressed expression. “Hmm,” she laughed softly. “Didn’t have very many qualified applicants?”