Used by my Therapist #4
The moment her skin was exposed to the cool air, a thick, musky scent filled the space between them. Alice’s pussy was absolutely overflowing with slick, natural moisture. Her pink lips were glistening, a heavy sheen of juices running down her inner thighs.
Jonathan stepped back for a brief second, his breathing ragged as his eyes locked onto her soaking wet core. "Look at how wet you are for your therapist, Alice. You’ve been sitting on my couch week after week, dripping for me, haven't you?"
"Yes... oh god, yes," Alice cried out, her face a deep, full-body crimson. She was completely shameless now, her thighs trembling as she reached down, her own small fingers tracking toward her pulsing clit. "Please, Jonathan. I need you. I'm so hot."
"Don't touch yourself. That's my job," Jonathan commanded, batting her hands away. He reached into his trousers, unbuckling his heavy belt and pulling down his zipper.
With a thick thud, Jonathan freed his cock.
Alice let out a sharp, audible gasp, her eyes widening in absolute shock.
Seeing a real cock in person for the first time, especially one of this scale, completely short-circuited her brain.
Jonathan was massive—easily eight inches of thick, heavy, dark flesh that throbbed violently in the low amber light.
The veins wrapping around the shaft looked like heavy ropes, and a glossy drop of pre-cum was already welling at the swollen, purple head.
"You think you can take all of this, Alice?" Jonathan murmured, his jaw tight as he stepped back between her thighs. He grabbed the base of his thick shaft, rubbing the wet, heavy head directly against her sensitive, dripping pussy lips.
"Please... just put it in," she begged, her voice a desperate whine.
Jonathan didn't hesitate. He gripped her hips, his large fingers digging into her soft skin, and drove his hips forward in one deep, unyielding plunge.
Alice let out a loud, shattering scream that echoed off the office walls, her eyes rolling back into her head as her internal walls were stretched to their absolute limits.
Jonathan’s thick, heavy cock buried itself all the way to the hilt, hitting the very back of her tight, scalding canal.
The sensation was devastatingly intense; her virgin pussy clamped down around him like a vice, contracting violently around his thick length.
"Fuck, Alice," Jonathan groaned, his entire body going rigid as her tight walls squeezed him. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her sweet scent as he waited for her body to adjust to his massive size. "You are so incredibly tight. You're squeezing me to death."
"It's so big... oh god, it's so full," Alice sobbed out, but as the initial shock faded, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure began to ripple through her core. Her clit gave a violent throb against his pubic bone.
Jonathan began to move, establishing a heavy, dominant rhythm.
He pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back inside her, the loud, wet slap of his pelvis against her bare ass cheeks echoing through the dark room.
A loud, squelching sound filled the office as his thick shaft slid through her overflowing pussy juices, churning her wetness into a thick lather.
Alice was completely ruined, her mind entirely fractured by the explicit pleasure.
She wrapped her legs tightly around his thick waist, her toes curling as she rode every heavy, deep thrust.
Jonathan was ruthless, his pace quickening as he completely claimed his patient right on top of his mahogany desk, driving her closer and closer to a shattering edge.
The wet, rhythmic slapping of Jonathan’s pelvis against Alice’s bare ass cheeks echoed off the dark navy walls, a dirty symphony that completely drowned out the steady ticking of the grandfather clock.
He was pounding her with a brutal, unyielding intensity, his heavy eight-inch cock stretching her tight, scalding pussy canal to its absolute limits with every deep plunge.
"Jonathan! Oh god, Jonathan!" Alice screamed, her fingers digging frantically into the edges of the mahogany desk.
Her head tossed wildly from side to side, her chestnut hair completely tangled across her flushed, sweating face.
She was completely consumed by the raw, explicit pleasure, her internal walls rippling and clamping down around his thick shaft like a vice.
Jonathan let out a low, animalistic grunt, his teeth gritted as his pace quickened into a furious sprint. His large, heavily veined hands gripped her thighs, holding her spread-eagle on the wood as he delivered three more heavy, devastating thrusts that hit the very back of her womb.
Just as Alice felt her body tightening toward another shattering orgasm, Jonathan suddenly groaned, his entire body going rigid.
He pulled his thick shaft out of her soaking wet core with a loud, wet squelch and grabbed his own length.
With two fast strokes, he jetted a thick, hot stream of creamy white cum across her lower stomach, the heavy fluids dripping down her hips.
He leaned heavily against the desk, his massive chest heaving as he stared down at her ruined, panting form. Alice lay there shivering, her legs trembling weakly, her emerald silk blouse completely ruined and soaked with sweat.
Suddenly, the sharp, intrusive ring of the office telephone cut through the heavy silence.
Ring. Ring.
Jonathan let out a dark, dangerous curse deep in his throat. He reached over Alice’s bare shoulder, his heavy arm pressing against her breasts as he grabbed the receiver off the hook, slamming it to his ear.
"What?" he barked, his deep baritone thick and gravelly with unchecked lust, his breathing still ragged.
"Dr. Vance?" the receptionist's voice filtered through the line, sounding nervous and confused. "I’m so sorry to bother you, but Mrs. Gable is here for her eight-fifteen appointment. And you have three more patients scheduled for the rest of the evening. Are you almost finished with your session?"
Jonathan looked down at Alice. Her hazel eyes were wide and dilated, her lips swollen and glistening with spit.
Her bare, pale breasts were covered in sweat, and her dripping, dark pink pussy was pulsing weakly on the edge of his desk, completely open and overflowing with her slick juices.
She looked like a totally ruined, thoroughly corrupted little slut—and she was entirely his.
A dark, possessive madness completely took over the 37 year old therapist. He had no intention of letting anyone else in. He wasn't going to let her leave this room.
"Cancel them," Jonathan commanded, his voice deadpan, completely cold and dominant.
"Sir? Cancel the entire evening?" the receptionist stammered.
"Clear my schedule for the rest of the night," Jonathan rumbled, his dark eyes locking onto Alice's flushed face as his large hand came down, his thick fingers aggressively sliding straight back into her wet, scalding pussy canal, making her let out a sharp, audible gasp into the quiet room.
"Tell them I have an urgent, confidential medical emergency that requires my undivided, hands-on attention. Do not disturb me again."
Before the receptionist could answer, Jonathan slammed the receiver back onto the cradle, cutting the line completely.
He looked down at Alice, a dark, handsome smirk spreading across his rugged, stubble lined jaw. "You hear that, Alice? You're not going home. I'm going to spend the next three hours fucking every single inch of this tight little pussy."
The explicit declaration sent a violent shockwave of pure, unadulterated horniness straight to Alice’s core. Her pussy gave a massive throb, pouring out a fresh, heavy wave of slick moisture that coated Jonathan’s fingers.
"Yes... oh god, please," she sobbed out, completely shameless, her hands reaching up to grab his thick forearms. "Please fuck me again. Put it back in."
Jonathan didn't waste a second. He grabbed her by her waist, lifting her petite frame off the desk with effortless, terrifying strength.
He dragged her across the room toward the massive, floor to ceiling glass window that looked out over the dark, empty city streets.