The Doctor Submits (Closed)

[BrightShinyGirl]

“Be sure to take the full course of the antibiotics … yes, Mr. Hernandez, all ten pills … and I’ll want to see you next week for a follow-up … you can arrange a time with the receptionist on your way out ….”

Dr. Diana Winters stepped out of the examination room and shut the door behind her with a sigh. Thirty-five patients – it had been a long day.

Her smart black heels tapped on the tile floor of the clinic as she walked back to her office. She checked the schedule on her iPad. Mr. Hernandez was last on the list, thank God. She couldn’t wait to get home and relax. A quiet evening at home in her pajamas in front of the television was just … well … just what the doctor ordered.

At 34 she was the youngest physician in the practice. Slim and pretty, she worked hard to maintain an air of authority. While the other doctors sometimes wore scrubs around the office, Dr. Winters always dressed impeccably – gray pencil skirt, expensive cotton blouse, immaculate white coat. Her dark shoulder-length hair was always pulled back in a neat ponytail, and her large green eyes were always half-hidden behind her fashionably severe glasses.

She was in her office packing her briefcase when one of the nurses stuck her head in.

“I hope you’re not in a hurry to get out of here,” the woman said. “We’ve got a late walk-in.”

“Ugh … seriously?” Dr. Winters checked her watch. It was nearly six. “Can’t Phil see him?”

“Phil’s gone already. Said his kid had a play at school.”

“Okay … I guess my leftover noodles can wait. Did you take his vitals already?”

“Patti did right before she took off. She left his chart in the examination room. Do you want me to stick around?”

“Don’t bother. I can lock up.”

Dr. Winters walked back down the hall. The door to examination room 5 was closed. That must be where the late walk-in was. Taking her stethoscope out of her pocket, she rapped sharply on the door.

“It’s the doctor,” she said. “I’m coming in.”

 

[LassardLost]

Harrison Radcliff sat in the examination room, waiting. He had been asked by the medical assistant to wear the customary gown, sparing his boxers, and he had complied. Now he sat on the exam table, his strong facial features softened by deep brown eyes and his short messy black hair to go with them. He had a solid, slender but athletic build build. His shoulders were strong, his arms with some bulk, and firm forearms. He was a man who took care of himself, and it showed. And he had to, he ran his own business, and it kept him on his feet. He needed to stay healthy.

Though more than a picture of health (and quite handsome) there had been one thing about Harrison that had always bothered him. As he waited, only somewhat nervously, for the doctor – a doctor he had never met before – he reminded himself that it wasn’t really a problem at all. He was here for just a general check up for his insurance. That’s all.

A knock on the door, and the door swung open. A young, very attractive female physician walked powerfully into the room. Harrison smiled and extended his hand. She couldn’t have more than her late twenties/early thirties. Very cute. Harrison himself was thirty seven.

“Hi Dr Winters,” Harrison smiled warmly as she stepped in. “Pleasure to meet you.” Harrison kept his eyes on Dr. Winters’ eyes, so that he wouldn’t drop his gaze to her chest or ass. She did have beautiful eyes.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Dr. Winters shook Mr. Radcliff’s hand – he had a firm grip, very confident. She nodded to him in greeting.

“Mr. Radcliff. Nice to meet you too. You’re a lucky man. Five minutes more and we would’ve been closed for the night.”

He smiled at her. From the amused look in his eye, it was clear that he was a man who was used to having things go his way. She was struck by just how really good-looking he was. Really, really good-looking. She laughed inwardly at herself. Steady there, cowgirl, keep things professional. He’s just here for an exam.

She picked up the chart left by the nurse. “I see that Patti already took down the basics – height, weight, blood pressure. I’m going to give you a quick physical exam – just to check for anything out of the ordinary.”

Snapping on a pair of latex gloves, Dr. Winters quickly ran through the basics. She examined his eyes and his ears, had him stick out his tongue and say “ah”. At her prompting, he slipped the gown off his shoulders so that she could listen to his heart and his lungs. With his upper body bare, it was clear that Mr. Radcliff was quite fit. His torso was lean and muscular. Leaning in to press the cold stethoscope to his chest, Dr. Winters couldn’t help but notice how well-defined his shoulders and arms were – quite a contrast from her usual patients.

“I’m just going to press on your abdomen now.”

Dr. Winters gently probed his stomach with her latex-covered fingers, feeling for any sign of tenderness or abnormality. Standing this close to him, she could smell his cologne, a musky, masculine scent. Slowly she worked her way down his flat belly, pressing every few inches, stopping only when she got to the waistband of his boxers.

“I’m afraid your underwear is in the way. I’m just going to pull it down a little so I can palpate your lower abdomen ….”

He nodded his assent. Dr. Winters tugged his boxers down a few inches so the waistband was just above the root of his sex. Resuming her exam, she gently touched the exposed flesh below his naval. Everything felt normal.

“Okay, you can cover up now. You’re fit and healthy, Mr. Radcliff. No problems that I can see. Was there anything that you’d like to ask me about? Any health concerns?”

 

[LassardLost]

Harrison complied with Dr Winters’ requests, and quite happily. He enjoyed having this attractive doctor touch him. He reveled in her fingers on her abdomen, and when she asked if he would lower his underwear just a bit, he was all to happy to comply. Harrison would have been lying if he said he didn’t imagine her going a bit further, sliding her hands over his penis and making love to it. He washed such thoughts from his mind quickly however as she had finished, and of course, these were silly and fantastical thoughts.

Okay, you can cover up now. You’re fit and health, Mr. Radcliff. No problems that I can see. Was there anything else that you’d like to ask me about? Any health concerns?

Harrison sat up, his gown covering his front side, and sat up straight. Should he mention it and risk being embarrassed? Wasn’t it completely normal? Wasn’t it even a matter of pride? He could see that Dr Winters could sense his hesitation. She offered words of comfort, reminding him of the confidentiality of anything he shared. She was right.

Harrison sighed. “Well Dr. Winters I… how do I say this.” Harrison crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Dr Winters right in the eyes. “Ok well, I think I come too much.” There. He said it. Thankfully, Dr. Winters did the professional thing and just nodded, watching him intently.

Harrison went on, “For as long as I remember, I’ve always had much – much – more than the average guy.” Suddenly he realized how unusual that must sound and stuttered briefly to correct himself. “Uh, I mean – you know, not that I’ve compared with any guy – I’m not like that. I’m straight as an arrow let me assure you. But, when I’ve been with women, they’ve… well, sometimes they’re a bit overwhelmed I suppose.”

Harrison looked down as he finished his complaint, then looked back up to Dr Winters, “So, I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t… bad for me.”

There. He had said it. Finally. Dr Winters had stood their quietly and listened, nodding her head slowly. Perhaps once, Harrison could have sworn that he saw her eyes flicker downward to his crotch, but he dismissed thought this readily as stuff of fantasy.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

“So, I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t… bad for me.”

Dr. Winters hesitated, momentarily at a loss for words. This wasn’t a symptom that she’d heard from a patient before. Excessive production of semen … was there even a term for that? She thought back to medical school, trying to remember. Hyperspermia? Was that it?

“Well, Mr. Radcliff … there is bound to be a certain amount of … um … natural variation from one individual to another. The average man releases about 3 to 5 milliliters of semen when he ejaculates – that’s about a teaspoonful. Are you regularly producing more than that amount?”

He glanced down, and then looked up at her again.

“Yes doctor … probably a least ten times as much as that … sometimes even more … sometimes … well … sometimes a lot more.”

An image flashed through Dr. Winter’s mind. Half a cup of semen. Or more. No wonder Mr. Radcliff’s partners had felt … how did he put it? Overwhelmed. The mess … well … the mess from that volume of release would be spectacular. What would it be like to experience something like that? To be filled so full it was gushing out of you? To be completely drenched with a man’s cum …?

She shook her head slightly to banish such thoughts. Careful now, Diana, stay focused. Mr. Radcliff is your patient.

“Yes … well … I can see how that might be … um … inconvenient … for you and your partner,” she said. “It’s unlikely that it’s anything serious, though. However, to be on the safe side, we probably should collect a sample. The lab will analyze it to see if there’s any sign of infection, and verify that you have a normal count and motility.”

Dr. Winters turned and opened a cabinet behind her, removed a plastic specimen cup, and handed it to Mr. Radcliff.

“I’ll just step outside for a few minutes then. You can knock when you’re done. I’m sorry that I can’t offer you any … well … any visual aids. I hope that won’t be a problem … .”

 

[LassardLost]

Harrison chuckled. "If you don't mind my saying so doc, I don't think you'd have any trouble being a superb visual aid." Harrison smiled at Dr Winters broadly. Then suddenly as if had just realized what he had said he shook his head, looking down.

"Oh boy, I'm sorry Dr. Winters, that was completely inappropriate. I think it's just my way of dealing with a... sensitive issue."

Harrison let Dr Winters respond, but started speaking again before she could leave the room.

"Well, um, the thing is..." Harrison wringed his hands together looking off to one side for a moment as he spoke. "The thing is that I wonder if there's actually something wrong with my... mechanics."

"Your mechanics?" Dr Winters asked inquisitively.

"Yeah I mean... I wonder if when I... stimulate myself... when it's actually time to, uh, ejaculate, if my penis and the whole, uh, apparatus is like, not coordinating right - so it ends up letting out a lot more than normal."

Dr. Winters stood quietly.

Harrison looked down at his gown. "Ah damn it. I'm sorry. I just - please don't be offended Dr Winters but I was hoping..." Harrison paused and looked at Diana Winters right in the eyes. "I was hoping you'd be able to watch. To make sure all the mechanics were ok. I don't need to know if the massive amounts of sperm I produce work. I just want to know why it comes out so hard."

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

“… I don't think you'd have any trouble being a superb visual aid.”

Dr. Winters felt her ears suddenly get warm. The way he was looking at her … it was as if he were undressing her with his eyes. Even though she was completely clothed, she felt naked, exposed. Her hands grasped the front of her white coat, pulling it slightly more closed over her breasts. She was shocked by his impertinence at blurting such a thing out. And yet, also, deep down inside, rather flattered.

"Oh boy, I'm sorry Dr. Winters, that was completely inappropriate. I think it's just my way of dealing with a... sensitive issue."

She relaxed a little, and let her hands fall back to her sides. At least he realized that had crossed a line.

“Yes, well … that’s alright. It’s completely understandable. Talking about reproductive health often makes people uncomfortable. As your doctor, I want you be honest with me, rather than risk missing something important because you were too modest.”

Dr. Winters turned to leave, but he went on. She paused with her hand on the doorknob.

“… I was hoping you'd be able to watch. To make sure all the mechanics were ok. …”

He was looking straight at her. He had such lovely brown eyes. Normally if a patient had asked such a thing, she would have refused. But he seemed so earnest, so genuinely worried. And … well … it was just a physical process after all. If he’d been having trouble swallowing, she’d want to observe that. This was no different. She took her hand off the doorknob.

“Yes … ahem … I suppose if I were to observe you ejaculating … that might very well provide some insight into your problem. I should warn you though; I’m not a specialist in men’s reproductive health.”

“That’s okay, Dr. Winters. I’d still like to hear what you think.”

She got a stool, pulled it over by the examination table, and sat down opposite him. Mr. Radcliff stood up, barefoot on the cold linoleum. He slipped off the paper gown. He was dressed only in boxer shorts, and Dr. Winters noticed that he was already half-hard. She could see the line of his semi-erect penis through the thin fabric. There was a damp spot on the front where he’d already started to leak.

A little thrill ran through her. He was a very attractive man. Seeing him nearly naked like this, knowing what she was about to watch him do … well, she was a woman, after all. It was only natural that she might find herself responding … physically. Remember to keep things professional, Diana! He’s not putting on a show for your benefit. He’s got a real problem that he’s worried about.

Mr. Radcliff touched the waistband of his boxers.

“I need to be naked for this … if that’s okay?”

“That’s entirely okay. Whatever makes you the most comfortable.”

He smiled at her nervously and pulled his boxers down.

 

[LassardLost]

Harrison could not believe that he was standing before this attractive young doctor, and she sat before him, at his waist level, and watched him. It was more than enough to make him harden right before her eyes, his cock growing to its max at about eight inches. His girth was impressive, as he was a larger man, and his tip glistened with precum as he began to rub himself.

Harrison sat back against the edge of the examination table and began to stroke himself, letting his thumb rub over his tip every so often. Within just the first ten seconds, his entire cock was shiny in precum, and Diana thought she even saw a drop of precum coalesce at the base of his scrotum. Harrison’s breathing became deeper, but he managed to speak.

“See Dr. Winters… it uh… mhmm… it’s becomes wet even the… precum… “ The sound of his hand, lubricated by his own pre-cum, sliding up and down his shaft awkwardly filled the room, punctuated by little sighs that Harrison let out into the air despite his trying to control himself. Winters could see that Harrison would glance at her from time to time, snatching a peak at the little bit of cleavage she allowed herself to display in her professional attire. He kept his head down though, and it was only a slight movement of his eyes, but it was apparent to her.

There was a small trail of pre-cum trickling continuously down Harrison’s left leg, soaking his boxers as they sat crumpled around his ankles. “Um… doctor… I’m going to need… a bigger… container….” He had been going for several minutes now, and his sliding up and down on himself was much faster now, slickened by the massive amount of pre-cum he was producing, little drops of the fluid popping off the top of his tip with each thrust.

Dr. Winters, entranced by what was happening, quickly got up and grabbed a small kidney tray out of a drawer.

“No no… it’s… it’s gonna… bigger…” Harrison’s breath was quickened now and he closed his eyes, frowning tilting his head back.

“There’s, uh… nothing bigger Mr. Radcliff, just release your lo- … just release it into the kidney tray and let the rest fall…”

“It’s… it’s too…” Harrison grabbed his cock and made one hard thrust down on his shaft. What Diana Winters witnessed next was a sight she had never imagined: Harrison’s cock burst forth a massive fountain of white, hot semen, a gush that shot at least two feet up into the air, before making a massive PLOP on the ground, completely soaking his boxers, followed by another, and another… and yet another… he came with massive spurts that seemed to make the entire front part of the room’s floor, covered – literally covered in semen. Not a single spot of the linoleum in what was about a four by five foot area (and increasing!) peaked through to the fluorescence lights above. Harrison’s hips shook and his cock bucked as it continued to spurt, just now after what? Twenty seconds continuously? Of cumming… Harrison’s breathing started to slow, his eyes glazed with pleasure and the release of tension… he turned to the kidney tray, and filled it to the brim with simply the last few spurts.

Placing his hands on the side of the examination table, his cock now slowly becoming limp, leaking vestiges of his cum on to the table and dripping onto the floor, Harrison turned and looked towards Dr Winters, who sat in sheer shock, staring at the scene before her.

“Sorry… doc… for the mess. But you see? It’s just… so much.”

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Dr. Winters stood in stunned silence. She’d been expecting maybe a cup of semen at most, but this was several quarts! The kidney tray was filled to overflowing, long ropy strands spilling out over the edge. She held it gingerly away from her body, afraid to let it slosh, uncertain what to do. She felt warmth through the latex glove and realized that one of her thumbs was immersed up the knuckle in the tray.

The floor was a mess. A large slick pool of fresh ejaculate lapped at the toes of her expensive patent leather heels. There were flecks of it spattered up her stockings where it had splashed when it hit the linoleum, and even a dollop or two on her gray skirt.

She stared in amazement at Mr. Radcliff’s penis. It was beginning to detumesce, but even so it was an impressive sight – shiny and swollen and thick, with sticky strands of semen still dripping lewdly from the tip. She had a sudden urge to reach out and take it in her hand, and milk the last drops out of it. Milk him dry, and then lick the stray drops off her latex covered fingers ….

Her pussy was wet. She wasn’t sure when she had started to lubricate, but she definitely was wet now. She could feel the slipperiness between her legs as she stepped back to avoid the spreading pool.

“Mr. Radcliff … I’m … I … I don’t know what to say ….”

“I’m sorry about the mess. I warned you it might be a lot.”

“A lot? This is a lot more than a lot! I’ve never heard of a man capable of producing this volume before. I don’t think you’re in any danger. The mechanics of your ejaculation seemed perfectly normal and this seems like typical semen. There’s just so MUCH of it.”

She tiptoed over to the sink and put down the tray. It seemed wrong to pour it out. Wasteful somehow.

“Let me think for a moment about how we should proceed … we probably should get a specialist involved ….”

As she spoke she carefully stripped off her semen-covered gloves and tossed them in the bin. She glanced down and noticed a stray droplet on her wrist, just above where the glove had covered. In an instant, without thinking, she lifted her arm to her mouth and licked it off. Just a quick flick of the tongue and it was gone – the warm musky taste filling her mouth. So good.

“… there are certainly more tests that should be run … we need to see if there are any environmental factors that correlate … .”

Then she froze. Wait, what did I just do? Did I just lick his cum off my arm? Did Mr. Radcliff see me do that?

Slowly she turned around. From the look on his face, it was clear that he had.

 

[LassardLost]

Harrison certainly gave the appearance of a straight forward male specimen – other than his particular forte of course. A handsome, well-built man who ran his own business, and went through life trodding through it nice and steadily. He grew up in a suburb of a big city. He went to college but dropped out for business prospects and did well ever since. He had interests in jazz, growing his own food, and hunting. He went to a movie from time to time with friends. But there was something else that Harrison Radcliff had always known about himself. Something he had started experimenting a little with in college, and had fulfilled on the very quiet down low, away from the rest of his life. Harrison knew how to take control of a woman.

It had not defined his relationships with women in the past – he enjoyed the conventional, “vanilla” relationships just as much as the next guy. But sometimes, when he would get the sense from a woman – in the way she behaved with him in bed, in her response to a subtle act of power from himself – he would take it. He would take her. And she would love it.
Harrison hadn’t realized how much damage he’d done. He felt bad when he saw a few blotches of his seed on Dr Winters’ pristine clothes, her nice black shoes. But Dr. Winters’ response was not entirely what Harrison expected. Even as he stood there, his boxers still around his ankles, his penis still dripping its last remnants of his recent expulsion, he watched her. She became excited – perhaps under the façade of medical interest, but Harrison could see something else. A heat in her eyes. A vibrancy to her movements. And then it happened. As Dr Winters took off her gloves and tossed them into the garbage, he saw her notice a small drop of his semen on her wrist. And without giving it a thought she licked it off.

The continued to speak, but Harrison didn’t hear her. He was watching her now in a completely different way. The commander in him was out, and visible in his eyes and in his stature, as he straightened himself against the table, leaning back against it, and crossing his arms across his chest, letting the rest of his nude body, cum all over the floor around him and dripping down his legs, stand with open pride before Dr. Winters. She could even see his cock beginning to rise slowly as well.

“Dr. Winters,” Harrison spoke with a new tone, a strength and certitude in his voice which was somehow simultaneously chilling and calming. He knew, by seeing how nonchalantly she had licked his cum off her wrist that she had a deep need inside her. And knowing how cerebral she was, and how physicians were not borne out of a seedy environment of fetishes and eroticism, he suspected that she must have a good deal of protective psychology set-up around her… need. He spoke directly to her. Stepping out of his boxers, bare foot and in the nude, his well-carved body now approaching her, his cock bouncing slightly as he hardened, he placed one strong hand on her right arm, gently. “I can help you.” He said looking into her eyes. “You and I share a secret. And you can indulge in this all you want. No one will ever know.”

Dr Winters froze before him, like a deer in heat – or headlights – he couldn’t tell. Harrison leaned in to her ear, and whispered, “I have what you need.” The tip of his again-hard cock bounced lightly against her, as he moved back away from her slowly, he glanced down at his cock momentarily, and then looked right back in her eyes. “First taste is free, Dr. Winters.”

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

“First taste is free, Dr. Winters.”

Oh god … did he just ask me to suck his cock?

She felt the blood rush into her face. He was the one who was naked, why was she the one who was embarrassed?

Because he knew. He had seen her lick his cum off her wrist and he knew she wanted it. It was such a tiny little slip … a tiny little chink in her armor. But he’d seen it and now he was inside.

She could feel the delicious warmth spreading through her pelvis. The gooey caramel feeling, like her insides were turning to syrup. Her nipples were hard, the sensitive points rubbing against the silky cups of her bra. Were they showing? Could he see them poking out through her blouse? Could he tell how turned on she was?

There was cum everywhere. The musty smell of it hung heavy in the air of the examination room. She wanted to scoop it up, rub it on her bare skin, drink it down. She imagined herself lying naked on the floor, rolling in it, letting it cover every square inch of her body. She imagined herself sucking his cock while his cum dripped off her naked body ….

No! She couldn’t allow herself to give in! Physicians weren’t supposed to get involved with their patients! If anyone found out, she’d be forced out of the practice. She might even lose her license.

“Mr. Radcliff … I think … I think perhaps … I should step outside … for a moment.”

“Why would you want to do that, Dr. Winters?”

“I … I just … I think it might be better … if I left before … well … before either one of us does something … inappropriate.”

He looked straight at her.

“But Dr. Winters … I think you want to do something inappropriate. In fact, I think you want to do something very, very inappropriate.”

She did. She wanted that so badly. He had seen the chink in her armor and slipped inside. And now she had no protection at all.

“Tell me what to do,” she said.

 

[LassardLost]

"Tell me what to do."

Harrison let a small smile spread across his face. He stepped right up to Dr Winters, so that his now -again- hard cock clearly pushed up against her crotch. He looked down at her, though she didn't even look back at him. She seemed to keep her gaze straight at his chest, her eyes somewhat unfocused, her chest rising with ragged breaths that told Harrison how completely he had her now.

"I just want you to be honest with me Dr Winters. Do you think you can do that? If I ask you a question, will you tell me the truth?" She nodded, her mouth parted, not looking at him.

Harrison touched the tip of his cock, which still had some cum on it, with his pointer finger, and then held it up right in front of Dr. Winters. "You want this don't you, Dr. Winters?" He moved it just below her nose. "Take it in." She did. She closed her eyes, and her breathing quickened slightly. Harrison pressed his hips up slightly against her, so she could feel his shaft against her. "And you want this, as well."

She nodded again, slowly.

"Look at me, Diana." She looked up at him. She was completely his now. He could see it in her eyes. Harrison had indeed made the right choice coming to the doctor's today. Not only had he been able to release a load he had been holding for some time, but he found a woman - a doctor no less, and beautiful one - who seemed to ache for nothing like she seemed to ache for cum. And now that she had seen what he was capable of, no other man would do. Harrison knew this. Whether Diana did or not he did not know, but it would only be a matter of short time before she realized the same.

Keeping his gaze fixed in her eyes, he slid down her slightly, lifting her skirt up, exposing her panties. Using his non-cum-soaked fingers he pulled her underwear to the side and slowly inserted just his one finger into her. "My, my Dr. Winters. You're quite wet. You've been thinking naughty things about me and my cum for some time now haven't you?" He twirled his finger inside her for just a moment and then pulled out, letting her panties return to their position and dropping her skirt. He sucked off his finger.

Next, Harrison turned away from her, stepping back, looking at the exam table. Diana couldn't but notice his cock as it bounced free of her. "You see that small patch of my cum on your exam table, Dr. Winters? I want you to clean that off. With your tongue. I want it all inside you. And when you're done, and if you've done a very good job. I'll let you clean me off as well."

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

His … finger.

She’d let … him put … his finger … inside her.

She hadn’t done anything to prevent him. She’d just stood there while he hiked up her skirt and slid his finger up inside her. She’d let a patient feel her up at the office, touch her most intimate parts, and she hadn’t even tried to stop him.

Diana … what are you doing? This is crazy.

He was staring straight at her, his brown eyes so intense, so commanding. She desperately wanted to look away, and hide her face in shame. To have her arousal exposed in such a coarse manner, for him comment on it so crudely, for him tell her to her face how wet she was – it was too much to bear. But she couldn’t look away. He had some hold over her, some power that overwhelmed even her intense mortification.

“ … I want you to clean that off. With your tongue. …”

Oh, no. Not that. Please not that. But his gaze didn’t waver.

Tottering slightly on her heels, she walked over to the examination table. On the edge of its vinyl surface there was a large dollop of semen about the size of a silver dollar. She squatted down awkwardly, her skirt riding up to expose the tops of her thigh high stockings. It was an ungainly pose, but she couldn’t bear to think of kneeling in the mess that was on the floor. She bent her head forward ….

“Look at me, Dr. Winters.”

She hesitated … then turned her head slightly and raised her eyes so she was looking at him, just like he wanted. Then she bent her head forward, extended her delicate pink tongue, and licked the cum-covered vinyl. The musky taste flooded her mouth – much more intense than the tiny drop she’d tasted before. It was thick and viscous. She was able to suck most of it up, gagging a little as she swallowed it.

Is this good? Am I doing it right? Am I being a good doctor slut?

Once the biggest blob of cum was down her throat, she continued to lick the vinyl, maintaining eye contact with Mr. Radcliff the whole time. She used broad strokes with her tongue, trying to be as meticulous as possible. As she bobbed her head, a loose strand of hair fell across her face, and she brushed it absent-mindedly back behind her ear.

Finally, when the very last drop was cleaned up, she turned to face him. Self-consciously, she wiped her sticky mouth with the back of her hand. Her face was burning with embarrassment. What would he ask her to do next?

 

[LassardLost]

Harrison watched as Dr. Winters, in her heels and her professional pencil skirt, obeyed him. The sight of her bending down awkwardly such that her skirt hiked up, with her big green eyes looking at him like the good little whore she undoubtedly was, made Harrison terribly excited. He started sliding his hand up and down his cock as she finished her job, stood up and wiped her mouth.

"Mmm... that's a good girl. Now, remember, there's that one rule. You have to tell me the truth." Harrison spoke somewhat condescendingly, like he was talking to a little girl.

Dr. Winters nodded her head.

"Good, now come here and stand in front of me." Diana did as she was told, being careful not to slip on any cum as she did.

"Now kneel." Diana hesitated for a moment, her eyes becoming glazed as she looked off to the side.

"Excuse me?" Harrison firmed up his voice. "What did I just say?"

Diana looked back at Harrison as if she had snapped out of a trance. She kneeled. Fortunately, there was no cum where had asked her to kneel. Diana looked down. She was at level with Harrison's firm shaft, thrusting out from his body at a forty five degree angle, just above her forehead.

"Now, I want you to take my cock in your hand, Dr. Winters, like the good little slut you are, and just give me a nice and easy hand job." Harrison placed his hands on his hips and looked down at Diana as she slowly took hold of his cock. It seemed so large around her somewhat petite hands. Harrison's cock was still slimy from his recent gush, and so Diana's hand slid easily up and down his shaft.

"Good girl. Now. Look up at me - don't stop your hand - and answer my questions." Diana looked at Harrison in the eyes, her mouth slightly parted, her hand moving up and down him. Poor thing, Harrison thought for a moment, she is truly realizing in this moment how much of a cum bucket she really is.

"Did you like seeing my cum gush out all over the floor?"

Diana nodded yes. She continued her hand job.

"Did you like the feeling of my tip against your crotch when I stood next to you a moment ago?"

Diana nodded yes.

"Did you like my finger in your soaking wet pussy?"

Diana closed her eyes... and nodded again.

"Did you like licking up my cum? The taste of it? Knowing that it was mine?"

Diana nodded again, her hand quickening slightly on Harrison's cock. She looked at the tip, it was so wet already. She licked her lips. Harrison wondered if she realized she had.

He lowered his voice. "Now I want you to repeat after me, out loud."

"I love your cum, Harrison Radcliff." Harrison could tell by looking at Diana that she knew he was psychologically manipulating her. But he also knew that she couldn't stop herself from being manipulated.

"I love your cum, Harrison Radcliff."

"I want to be marked by it, in every one of my holes, again and again."

"I want to be marked by it, in every one of my holes, again and again."

"I want your cock. I want to be drenched in your cum and be making love to your cock for more cum."

"I want your cock. I want to be drenched in your cum and be making love to your cock for more cum."

"I am your cum slut. I will do anything for you, your cock, your cum."

"I am your cum slut. I will do anything for you, your cock, your cum."

"Now suck me." Harrison said abruptly, placing his hand on the back of Diana's head, though only lightly. Dr. Diana Winters seemed all to eager to do so. She slid her mouth around his shaft and started bobbing her head slowly back and forth, looking at him. Harrison allowed her to do this for about a minute, before pulling himself out.

"Ok, that's enough." Harrison stepped back away from Diana.

"But - ", she found herself objecting.

"There's no but, Dr. Winters. You need to earn your cum. Like I said, the first taste was free." Harrison picked up his pants off the chair in the corner of the room and put them on, leaving his cum-soaked boxers on the floor. Diana Winters stood in shock and watched him as he dressed, and made for the door, stepping over his cum.

He opened the exam room door, and before leaving, looked back at Diana.

"You have my phone number and address in your records. I want you at my home tomorrow night at nine o'clock. If you're there, and on time, you'll be rewarded accordingly. If you don't come, we're completely done."

And with that, he closed the door and left.

Diana Winters stood in her own examination room, her pussy aching and wet, her lips surrounded by cum and precum, and her room covered in a man's semen.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

She waited a few moments until after he was gone and glanced out into the hall. Mercifully she seemed to be alone in the clinic. She didn’t think she would have had the nerve to face any of her coworkers after what had just happened.

Turning back to face the examination room, she was stunned by the mess. She couldn’t leave this for the cleaning crew to take care of! There would be comments, questions. She had to clean this up herself right now.

She yanked handfuls of paper towels out of the dispenser and spread them out over the huge puddle on the floor. Hiking up her skirt, she got down on her hands and knees to mop up the mess. Her skirt was up around her waist and her bottom was in the air, exposing her black lacy panties. Oh god, this was so undignified! To be down on the floor in her lovely work clothes, cleaning up a man’s cum ….

She hadn’t thought to put on gloves, and so the mess got all over her hands. Sticky ropes of cum dripped off her beautifully manicured fingers as she carried the wads of towels to the bin. She went to wash her hands in the sink, but stopped. The musky masculine smell was so strong, so enticing. She lifted her cum-covered hand to her face and smeared it across her mouth, then used her tongue to lick her fingers clean.

Oh God … what’s happening it me?

She left his cum on her face as she washed the residual stickiness off her hands with soap and water. Then she noticed the kidney tray next to the sink. It was still full to the brim. A sudden idea hit her. Rummaging around under the cabinet, she found an optical microscope, pulled it out, and set it up on the counter. She dripped a sterile swab in the tray, smeared it on a slide, slid it under the lens, and put her eye to the eyepiece.

Mr. Radcliff’s sperm came into view, thousands of them, wriggling vigorously, searching in vain for an egg to fertilize. Dr. Winters felt a fresh gush between her legs. Keeping her eye to the eyepiece, she reached down and slipped her hand in her panties. Her pussy was sopping wet, the tender lips all swollen and slippery. Slowly she started masturbating, finger-fucking herself as she watched his sperm thrash and swim.

"I am your cum slut, Harrison Radcliff. I will do anything for you, your cock, your cum. I am your cum slut, I am your cum slut, I am your cum slut."

The orgasm came suddenly, a bucking wave that knocked her to her knees and made her cry out. She lay huddled against the side of the counter, her panties around her knees, her chest heaving. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, but whether they were tears of shame or joy, she couldn’t say.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

She could barely concentrate on her work the next day. All she could think about was what Harrison had said to her:

“I want you at my home tomorrow night at nine o'clock. If you're there, and on time, you'll be rewarded accordingly. If you don't come, we're completely done."

She knew she shouldn’t go. She should just pretend that yesterday never happened. If she didn’t show up, it would be over. He had said it would be, and she had the feeling that he meant exactly what he said. That would be the responsible thing to do, the sensible thing.

Still, during lunch she logged into the office computer system and called up his file. She wrote his address down on a post-it note and slipped it in the pocket of her white coat.

This doesn’t mean I’m going, she told herself. I haven’t decided yet. In fact, I probably won’t. I’m just keeping my options open.

Her last patient was at four, so she took off early. As soon as she got home, she stripped off her clothes and hopped in the shower. She scrubbed herself all over with her orange peel soap, making sure every square inch of her body was squeaky clean. Afterwards she sat naked on the side of the tub and painted her toenails.

By that point, she’d decided that she definitely wasn’t going. She was a respectable physician, not some cheap lower-class slut.

When her nails dried, she padded barefoot into her bedroom. She intended to throw on sweat pants and a tee-shirt, but for some reason she opened her underwear drawer instead. On a whim, she took out her sexiest things – a tiny little pair of low-rise panties, and a see-through demi bra – and slipped them on. She arched her back a bit and twisted from side to side, admiring herself in the mirror, her flat belly, her tight little butt. Poor Mr. Radcliff.

She removed a pair of black thigh-high stockings from the drawer and slipped those on as well, admiring how the sheer nylon clung to her slender legs. It seemed strange to be dressed in such lovely lingerie without any make-up on, so she got out her box and did her face. A little rouge, a little eyeliner, a bit of color on her eyelids, nothing too garish. A touch of perfume on her throat and wrists. For lipstick, she picked a slightly darker shade than she normally wore. There! Lovely! Oh Mr. Radcliff, you really are missing out!

Having dressed up this much, she decided to go out for dinner instead of eating in. There was the wonderful sushi place up the street! She could sit at the sushi bar and it wouldn’t seem odd that she was by herself. Maybe she’d even have some sake. Why not?

She opened her closet and took out her smartest suit. Gray wool, very stylishly cut, very expensive. She slipped on a white silk blouse, then her skirt and her tailored jacket. Black high-heeled pumps, a strand of pearls, diamond earrings -- the outfit was complete.

She studied herself in the mirror. Yes, very nice indeed.

She picked up her purse to leave, but hesitated. On the bathroom counter was the plastic box containing her diaphragm. It had been sitting in the same spot since she broke up with Richard seven months ago. With a single quick movement, she scooped it up and stuck it in her purse.

She wasn’t going to Mr. Radcliff’s house. She was going to have sushi by herself and drink sake. Still … better safe than sorry … right?

When she got in her car she discovered that at some point she’d put the post-in containing Mr. Radcliff’s address in her pocket. She took it out and studied it under the overhead light. You know … it wasn’t very far away. If she wanted to, she could drive over there and check out where he lived. He wouldn’t have to know she was there. She could just drive by and take a look.

She glanced at her watch. Fifteen minutes to nine. He would be expecting her soon. What would he do when she didn’t show up? Would he be disappointed? Frustrated? Angry?

He lived in a large house in an expensive neighborhood. She parked her Audi across the street. The porch light was on. She got out of the car and stood there for a long time, looking at his front door. Her heart was pounding rapidly in her chest. Why are you so nervous? You’re just standing here in the street. You can get back in your car and drive away whenever you want.

She didn’t get back in her car and drive away. Instead, she crossed the street, her high heels clicking on the pavement. She walked quickly up the walkway to his front door. She checked her watch again. Nine o’clock on the dot. She was right on time.

You don’t have to ring the doorbell, you know. You can turn around, walk away, get in your car, and go have sushi. You already decided you weren’t going to do this. This is wrong. This is dangerous. You’re a good girl. You’ve always been a good girl. And good girls like you … they don’t … they don’t let … oh god.

She reached out and rang the doorbell.

 

[LassardLost]

Harrison had prepared and prepared well for Diana Winters. He knew from the way she had looked at his cum, the way she had succumbed to his every command in the office, that she would show up, and that she would do so in a timely fashion. He also knew that if he wanted true and complete ownership over this fine prize, he would need to not completely disregard her pedigree. She was a refined woman from a good family most likely, and she had had the discipline, the heart and the smarts to get through her training and become a physician. Harrison would certainly need to tap into that side of her to secure her as his plaything permanently. Just because the woman had a slut in here, didn’t mean she couldn’t be treated like a dignified one.

Harrison had set his home up in preparation. Small cream colored candles sat in two rows leading from the front door, highlighting a path for Mr. Radcliff’s anticipated guest. The path of candles wound through the main foyer and up a spiral stair case, down a long hallway and through a pair of open double-doors, finally entering into a large (apparently) empty room, where it ballooned out to form a generously sized circle. In the middle of the circle of candles, Harrison had placed his large, black leather chair.

With all the lights in the house off, Harrison waited, sitting cross legged in a dark gray three-piece suit, on his chair. He heard the doorbell ring. He smiled in the dark. He knew he didn’t need to answer.

Another ring, and perhaps a minute later, the door opened. Harrison heard her footsteps. She had worn heels. One tentative footstep forward. Then another. Then a slow meandering, the click-clock of a wary walker, climbing up the stairs. One step at a time. Sometimes there would be silence. But then the footsteps would resume. Finally, though Harrison himself was not visible in the dark, he could see the silhouette of Dr. Winters enter the room.

“Good evening Dr. Winters.” He said in a calm, collected voice. “Please step into the circle. I’m so glad you chose to come of your own free will.”

Dr. Winters stepped forward into the circle. Harrison knew from having tested it out before that she would not see more than his figure, perhaps some of his suit, but not his face. From Harrison’s vantage point however – and because of how he had placed the candles, he could see rather well through the soft yellow light that his little trainee had dressed up for him. He smirked.

“You are a beautiful woman Diana Winters.” Harrison stated as he took in her legs. “And smart. You have everything.”

Diana remained quiet, standing in the middle of the circle. “But you don’t have everything do you, Dr. Winters? No. You… need something else. And that’s why you came here. That’s why you came to me.”

Harrison felt a tingle in his cock. “Now, Dr. Winters, I want you to know how beautiful I really think you are. Please. Remove your clothes. And… do it slowly.”

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

“Please. Remove your clothes. And… do it slowly.”

Diana gasped. She had expected … well, she wasn’t sure exactly what … but not THIS. Not standing alone in the middle of a circle of candles, while Mr. Radcliff watched from the shadows. Not being asked to undress for him … no, not to undress … to STRIP for him. She gripped the lapels of her beautiful jacket, pulling it more tightly closed as she glanced over her shoulder. The door looked so far away. What if she just turned and walked out? Could she still leave? Would he try to stop her?

“Come now, Dr. Winters,” he said, his voice taking on a slight edge of command. “Do as you’re told.”

Trembling slightly, she turned back to face him. His voice … when he spoke like that, she couldn’t help but obey. Slowly, self-consciously, she slipped her jacket off her shoulders and held it in her hand.

“Where should I …?”

“Just drop it there at your feet.”

She let the expensive jacket fall to the floor into a crumpled heap. Mr. Radcliff smiled. He could see her nipples showing hard through the silk of her blouse. Despite her apparent reluctance, it was clear that Dr. Winters was aroused.

She took off her shoes next, first the left, then the right. Crouching slightly, she set them off to one side. Her stocking-covered feet were lovely – a high elegant arch, delicate little toes. Her toenails were painted a light shade of coral. Without her heels on, she looked suddenly smaller, more fragile, more vulnerable.

Her skirt had a zip on the side. She pulled it down and wriggled her hips. It fell to the floor around her ankles and she stepped awkwardly out of it. The tail of her blouse was just long enough to provide her with a little modesty, but still he caught a brief glimpse of her panties as she added her skirt to the growing pile.

Black stockings. Bending at the waist, she rolled them down one at a time … rolled them down and pulled them off. Her legs were slim and toned. She shifted her weight nervously from one foot to the other. In the flickering candlelight, her pale skin looked like porcelain.

Her hands fidgeted nervously with the buttons to her blouse. She could feel her cheeks burning.

“I … I don’t know if I can do this,” she said, her voice catching in her throat.

“Of course you can. Please proceed.”

One … button … at … a … time. Slowly she opened the front of her blouse. Her bra was so skimpy it barely provided any cover at all. Her nipples were standing straight up, lewdly poking out through the sheer cups. She unbuttoned the final button and her blouse fell open, exposing her entire torso – so lean and toned, her panties riding low on her hips, a triangle of black silk, just barely large enough to cover her sex. She let her blouse slide off her shoulders and fall to the floor behind her.

The cool air of the room raised goosebumps on her naked skin. Even though he was hidden in shadow, she could feel his eyes on her body. She was suddenly aware that pussy was wet. The experience of being exposed like this, of being put on display … it was intensely arousing. A fresh wave of shame washed over her. Good girls don’t do this. Good girls don’t show their bodies to strangers. Good girls don’t get wet showing their bodies to strangers.

She touched her bra nervously with her fingers.

“This too?”

“Everything. I want to see all of you.”

Oh god … oh god … oh god …. Fighting back tears, Dr. Winters reached around behind her back and unhooked her bra strap. Holding her bra in place with one hand, she slipped the straps off her shoulders one at a time. Slowly, hesitatingly, she lowered her bra, baring her breasts. They weren’t huge – only a B cup – but they were firm and pert and tipped with stiff little nipples that were just begging to be sucked.

“Very nice,” Mr. Radcliff said. “And now your panties, if you please.”

“Oh no! I can’t! Please don’t make me ….”

“I’m afraid you have no choice, Dr. Winters. Take off your panties.”

She started to cry for real now, hot tears of shame spilling down her cheeks. Bending over, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her bikini briefs and slowly pulled them down, revealing a neatly-trimmed wedge of dark curls. Below that were the soft folds of her sex, just barely visible between her trembling thighs. Dr. Winters dropped her panties down around her ankles and gracefully stepped out of them.

Oh my god … except for her glasses, she was naked … completely and totally naked. Ashamed and mortified, she struggled to cover herself, one hand splayed over her crotch, the other arm folded across her breasts. Scattered around her on the floor was the wreckage of her beautiful outfit.

 

[LassardLost]

Harrison smiled contently, though Diana still was not able to see him. “You are beautiful Dr. Winters. Please, let your arms by your side. Don’t be ashamed of what you have. Be proud.” Harrison stood up from his chair but stepped back , further into the darkness. He walked around the outside of the circle of candles, his beautiful, flustered, nervous and nude beauty keeping still in the center. He was sure to stay in the dark.

Diana heard him get up and walk around, slowly, to her side. He was probably about five feet away from the sound of his footsteps. “Keep facing the chair, I want to see all of you,” Harrison commanded as Diana, unsure of herself, started turning to face where thought he stood.

He walked around behind her. Her form was truly beautiful. He felt himself becoming hard.

“You have a beautiful form, Dr. Winters.” Harrison said. His voice seemed to carry an unwavering strength, even when he spoke softly. Diana was about six feet away from Harrison now, in the middle of the circle of candles with her back towards him. Her clothes lay scattered all over the floor. Harrison stepped in to the circle.

“Your legs are toned.” Harrison stepped closer.

“Your hair appears so silky, as if you were given the choice to choose what it would be made of.” Another step closer.

“Your hips are divine, Diana Winters.” Harrison took one final step closer. Now he stood right behind Dr. Winters. Slowly, he moved aside Diana’s hair to reveal the side of her neck. He leaned in, breathing his heat on her neck, and then moved to her ear, into which he whispered, “I am pleased with all of you, Diana Winters.”

Slowly Harrison pulled his face away from Diana’s neck, but as he did so, he placed one hand on her left hip. He felt her shiver upon his touch. “Shshshsh… I but want to enjoy what is mine.”

He ran his fingers with a feather light touch, caressing Diana’s hip, down her thigh and then up to her rear. He trailed the tips of his fingers up her ass and across her lower back to her other hip. Then trailed them back to her lower back, and ran them gently up her spine. He brought both his large, warm hands to bear on her back, moving upwards, and then curling his strong fingers around her shoulders. He squeezed them slightly.

“As a physician you must carry so much tension.” He massaged her shoulders just slightly, before trailing his fingers down the sides of her arms.

He sighed. A deep breath. “Diana Winters,” Diana heard the sound of a zipper, “you’ve done well to come here,” the shuffle of cloth, “and you will be rewarded for it,” the touch – of a hot, wet, tip, against her ass.

Harrison’s copious pre-cum had started, and he rubbed it slowly all over Diana’s ass. “Can you feel that, Dr. Winters? I’m marking you as my slut. Before the night is done, you will be fully marked. Fully mine.”

Suddenly Diana didn’t feel his tip against her anymore. She felt something else. Harrison’s two fingers, slid between her pussy lips.

“My… I suppose it’s not surprise is it. After what I learned of you in the office.” Harrison continued to slide his fingers back and forth. He could see the beginning of some subtle movements of Diana’s hips as he did. “But there will be plenty of time for that. Turn around.” His tone changed. It was more firm all of a sudden.

Diana slowly turned around. Before him stood a fine, fine specimen of a man. His handsome features were complimented by his man-smell, and his neat gray, three-piece suit, and… his large, hard, dripping cock. A puddle of pre-cum sat on the floor, a long trail leading from his tip to it.

Harrison looked into Diana’s green eyes, something in his soul taking complete hold of her. “Kneel in my pre-cum, my lovely whore, and suck me clean. Don’t stop, until I tell you.”

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

“Kneel in my pre-cum, my lovely whore, and suck me clean.”

Slowly, Diana sank to her knees in front of Mr. Radcliff. The floor underneath her was slippery with his wet release, the fluid still slightly warm. The touch of it on her bare legs sent a shiver through her naked body.

The last time she had seen him, he’d been the one who was naked and she’d been the one who was fully clothed. Now the tables were turned. He looked so powerful in his suit, so masculine, so in control. Kneeling in front of him, she felt exposed and helpless and weak. He was so much stronger than she was. He could do anything he wanted, and she wouldn’t be able to stop him.

Her whole life, she’d always been the one in control. She’d been the perfect student who always got straight A’s, the president of the student council, the girl with the full scholarship to Brown, the girl who breezed through med school. Part of what she loved about being a physician was the rush of power, of being the person who always knew what to do, the person in control, the person everyone had to listen to.

And in five minutes, he’d taken all that away from her. She wasn’t in control anymore. She wasn’t Dr. Winters anymore. Now she was just … Diana … small … and naked … and scared … and ashamed …

… and very, very horny.

His cock jutted straight out in front of her. It was long and thick and knotted with veins, beautiful and brutal at the same time. The head was dark and shiny, a steady trickle of pre-cum issuing from the slit. She leaned forward … slowly, timidly … and touched her soft lips to the tip. His cock jerked up in response, brushing across her cheek, marking her with a streak of wetness.

She touched him lightly with her manicured fingers, holding him steady so that he wouldn’t jerk up again. Opening her lips in a small “o”, she took the head inside her mouth. The taste of his cock made her shudder with delight – warm and musky and so very, very masculine. It occurred to her that it had been more than a year since she’d last had a man’s cock in her mouth. Had she always loved the taste this much?

Mr. Radcliff reached down and ran his fingers through her hair, messing it up, urging her deeper. She glanced up at him through her disheveled bangs. He was smiling at her, smiling at how easily she had surrendered herself to him, smiling at how obediently she was sucking his thick cock.

She swirled her tongue around, getting him nice and wet. She was rewarded with a fresh gush of pre-cum. Diana swallowed it down, every drop, warmth filling her stomach. Leaning further forward, she took him deeper and deeper, her lips sliding slowly down the knobby length of his shaft until he touched the back of her throat and she gagged.

As she sucked Mr. Radcliff’s cock, her right hand had slowly slipped down between her open thighs. Without thinking about it, she started fondling her pussy. Nothing very aggressive – just lightly teasing her wet, swollen lips with her eager fingertips. She stroked her index finger along the tender ridge of her erect clit. Oh fuck fuck fuck that felt good! Diana bobbed her head up and down, sucking Mr. Radcliff’s hard spike, removing every trace of pre-cum.

She glanced up at him again, her green eyes flashing. Is this what you wanted me to do? Am I doing it right?

 

[LassardLost]

Harrison smiled at his new pet and ruffled her hair slowly, making love to her hair with his hand. She was doing very, very good job of pleasing him. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, feeling her warm, moist tongue swirling around his cock as she slid back and forth. There was something so un-dignifying seeing a female – a physician no less – on her knees in a puddle of pre-cum sucking him off. And it just made him that much more excited.

“Mmmm… good girl. You’re such a good little doctor slut.” Harrison let out in a low growl. Then he suddenly saw that she was touching herself. Harrison pulled back immediately, and grabbing hold of her hair from behind her head, kneeled on one leg immediately in front of her, his large frame imposing upon her as he pulled her face close to his from his hand on the back of her head. He made sure to grip her hair strong enough to let her know he was in charge, but not so much as to cause pain. His cock jutted out, a small stream of pre-cum continuously dripping rapidly from his tip.

“I’m going to let you go on this one because you are learning, Diana. But remember,” he leaned in and lowered his voice, “you are not to touch yourself unless you ask my permission first. And whenever you ask, you ask with ‘Sir’” Harrison brought his other hand and gently caressed her cheek, wiping a bit of his pre-cum off her. “Is that understood my dear?”

Diana seemed to hesitate, but she knew that she had no choice by this time. And part of her, some part deep inside that had obviously driven her to come here, to strip, and to be left at the beck and will of this man, yearned for this. “Yes… Sir.” She said quietly.

Harrison’s features softened immediately and he leaned in, and kissed her on her lips. A soft, slow, kiss. “You’re forgiven my dear. You’re a good slut. You please me well.” Then, bringing his lips to just a hair’s length away from her ear, he whispered. “Close your eyes.”

She did as she was told. Harrison relaxed his grip on the back of her hair, now just letting his fingers stay threaded through her hair. “Take your fingers to your pussy, and start.”

Diana slowly moved her fingers down to herself, and slowly started playing with herself. Harrison let her do this for a moment, his masculine aura, smell, his strength, completely enshrouding her and intoxicating her as she moved her hand between her legs. “Now imagine you’re pleasing me, licking my cock, your hand between your legs, your tongue dancing along my shaft. And imagine now, that I cum.” Harrison noticed the speed of Diana’s movement increase. “I cum all over your hair. Your face. You’ll have it all Diana. Your entire body will be marked as mine, covered in my hot, white seed.” Diana’s breath was picking up, her brow furrowing as her fingers moved even faster. “Now stop touching yourself right now.”

Diana stopped, but then opened her eyes and looked at Harrison with a pain in them as if to say “how could you?” her breath still heavy.

Harrison smiled. He stood, his thick rod bouncing in the air as he did, and he nodded to Diana. “Take it.” He commanded. Diana desperately wanted to touch herself as she did, but he had not said to do so, and she was so hot and riled up now that she didn’t want to do anything that would jeopardize her orgasm. He wouldn’t deny her of it for too long would he?

She bobbed back and forth on Harrison, making love to his cock with a passion like she had not remembered doing for any man before – Harrison was in heaven. Waves of pleasure surging through him as her petite hand gripped him and she sucked him off.

Harrison’s breathing increased, deepened, he began to moan. “Ohhh.. good little slut. You’re such a good doctor slut… “he kept saying.

Finally, he was not able to contain himself any longer. He placed a hand on Diana’s shoulder to push her back off him, she gasping for air as he did. “I’m going to…” Harrison stroked himself rapidly, drops of pre-cum landing on Diana’s face and chest as he did, he was breathing heavy and fast, and before he came, he issued one last command; “Finger yourself slut!” Diana immediately took her hand down to her pussy and closed her eyes, readying herself for his massive load.

Harrison jammed his hand down his shaft once, hard, and burst forth. A massive load of hot white semen doused Diana’s face, hair and chest again and again, splattering off her onto the floor beside her, falling like water off a windshield in the middle of a storm, down her chest, flowing onto her thighs and in between her legs, where she fingered herself as she was being marked from head to toe. “Ahh… fuck! Ohhh…” Harrison breathed out, sliding his hand slowly up and down, milking himself for every last drop.

Diana, covered in cum completely, her hair drenched and dripping, came by her own hand. Ripples of pleasure surging through her, as Harrison’s own cum acted as lube for her faster and faster gyrations (though the lube was certainly not required by then). She fell forward on to her hands, feeling herself spasm in pleasure, seeing streams and streams of cum drip from her body onto the floor to join the huge puddle that she sat in.

It was a sight to see. A powerful man in his suit. His cock hanging limp before him, dripping a trail onto the ground. And in front of him, on all fours, chest heaving, covered completely in his semen, Diana Winters. His slut. His pet. His personal whore.

She would be all his now.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Diana crouched naked on the floor in front of Mr. Radcliff, panting, the last spasms of her orgasm gradually fading away.

There was cum was everywhere. She was painted with it, drenched with it. Her hair – normally so perfectly styled – was a gooey, tangled mess. The individual strands clumped together in thick dark ropes, clinging to her cum-covered neck and shoulders. Semen dripped off her eyelashes, off the tip of her nose, off her earlobes, off the point of her chin. It fell in fat drops off her erect nipples, splattering in the milky pool between her open thighs. It ran in thick rivulets down her stomach, filled the hollow of her belly-button, soaked the dark tangle of her pubic hair, dripped in thick columns off her swollen pussy lips.

She pulled her hand away from her crotch. A thick strand of semen hung suspended between her middle finger and her clit. A thrill of fear ran through her. Her diaphragm! Oh god, he’d never put it in! It was still in her purse. She’d seen Mr. Radcliff’s semen under the microscope. She knew how potent he was. All it would take is one drop …. And she was covered in buckets. Diana, how could you be so careless?

Fortunately, none of it seemed to have gotten inside. Her clit, her outer lips, yes … but nothing deeper than that. She was probably safe. Probably. She hadn’t considered the danger while she’d been touching herself, though. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Her fingers had been completely covered with his cum. It would have been so easy for her to push her fingers in deeper without thinking, to carelessly smear his sperm-filled semen all over the inside of her pussy. She pictured the little wrigglers swimming through her vaginal mucus, swimming up through her exposed cervix, searching for one of her fertile eggs ….

Oh God.

“Stand up, Diana.”

She wiped the cum out of her eyes and glanced up at Mr. Radcliff. He had already put his cock away and zipped up his fly. His suit was immaculate, not a wrinkle, not a spot. He looked like he’d just stepped out of a boardroom. It made her acutely aware of her own nakedness, of how messy and slutty she must look. She felt like a whore … a dirty naked little whore.

“It’s … it’s everywhere,” she whimpered, looking down at herself for the first time. She raised her hand and touched the side of her head. “Oh God, my hair ….”

“I said … stand, up, Diana.” His voice had a slight edge.

“Yes … okay … yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes … um … sir.”

He nodded. “Very good.”

She got her feet underneath her, trembling a bit as she placed her bare soles in the warm puddle of cum. As she stood up she could feel the semen rolling down her body, dripping off her to add to the puddle. She held her sticky hands out to her sides a bit, afraid to touch herself and make the mess worse. Her head hung down. She was ashamed to look at him.

“Stand up straight,” he said. “Let me see your face.”

“Yes, sir.”

She lifted her chin, showing him her cum-covered face. She was so embarrassed. She wanted to cover herself with her hands, to run off somewhere and hide, to pretend this never happened. But she didn’t. She stood up straight just like she’d been told.

“Now Diana, I want you to raise your hands and put them behind your head.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Exactly. Now stand with your feet a little farther apart. Arch your back a bit. Show off those lovely breasts.”

Diana followed his instructions. It was clear he wanted her put herself on display for him. He slowly circled her, examining every inch of his prize – her graceful neck, her toned shoulders, the exaggerated sway of her back, her round outthrust buttocks....

“Just beautiful,” he said. “You really are quite extraordinary, Dr. Winters.”

She quivered at being praised.

“Now tell me, Diana … are you my cum slut?”

She nodded. “I am … yes … sir.”

“Say it aloud, please.”

“I … I am your cum slut, sir. I will do anything to earn your cum. I promise I won’t touch myself again unless you tell me, sir. I am your cum slut.”

 

[LassardLost]

Harrison smiled contentedly as he heard Diana declare her slut-hood before him.

“Good, slut Winters, I am pleased with you.” Harrison walked to a cabinet on the side of the room and produced a hand towel from it. He tossed it to Diana who caught it, clutching it with a hope in her eyes.

“Wipe your face and your hands and nothing else. Then drop it on the floor and follow me.” Harrison commanded.

“Yes… Sir…” Diana wiped her face down, cleaning off her eyes, looking at the cum on the towel in disbelief as she did. Then wiping her hands, she dropped the towel on the floor, and stepped out of the candle-lit circle behind Harrison. He led her out of the room into a cold drafty hall. Diana shivered as the cooling cum with the coolness of the hallway attacked her.

Harrison noted this and smirked. “Don’t worry. You’ll be warmed up soon. Tonight is the night of your initiation Dr. Winters. Your life will never be the same after this.”

He lead her through a set of wooden double doors and turned on the light. An ornately decorated bedroom with a large four-post bed with hanging white silk cloth was the main feature of the room.

“Go and lie down on the bed on your back. And spread your legs,” was the command.

Diana paused for a moment, her eyes widening. Harrison could tell that she must have been thinking about the obvious – vaginal sex? Unprotected?

Harrison turned and looked at her. “I didn’t hear ‘Yes Sir’.” Then he stepped right up to her and began to fondle one of her breasts. “You must understand, Dr. Winters. You belong to me now. Everything that my cum has landed upon, is mine. And there are just a few places where my cum hasn’t gone just yet.” He tapped the bulge again appearing in his pants. “And there’s more to come. Now go and lie down.”

Diana looked at him with her mouth slightly parted, as if she was coming to terms with everything, but not. “Yes.. Sir.” She said as she walked to the bed and assumed her position.

Harrison stood at the side of the bed. “Look at me,” he said as he started unbuttoning his shirt. He let his shirt drop to the floor. Then he unbuckled his pants and dropped them, stepping out of them and kicking of his shoes. He disrobed completely, his strong, muscular body with stand-erect cock all visible to Diana.

He mounted the bed, and kneeled between Diana’s open legs. “And remember my little whore,” Harrison said as he brought his tip to her pussy, rubbing some of his own cum already on her body along it as lube. “That when I keep a cum slut, she’s all mine. And I’m all hers.” He held Diana’s strong hip with one hand, and steadily pushed his thick tip into her. Slowly, penetrating her, feeling her tight walls around him, she feeling his thickness push into her. He shuddered, and released a breath, and Diana closed her eyes, her mouth parted, and sucked in a breath in shock, fear and desire.

He started fucking her on his bed, and her hips, almost as if against her will, started moving with him.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

“Go and lie down on the bed on your back. And spread your legs.”

Diana’s heart was pounding like mad. She climbed up on the bed like she was told. She could feel his eyes on her. He was watching her, savoring her naked body, savoring how she moved. She lay down flat on her back atop the clean sheets. Nervously she raised her knees and opened her thighs for him, exposing herself completely. Offering herself to him.

He was going to fuck her. She knew that. He was going to put his cock inside her pussy and fuck her until he shot his load inside her. And her diaphragm was still in her purse on the other side of the house. Her brain was racing. You need to tell him to wait, Diana! You need to tell him that you need to go get it! He doesn’t know that you’re not on the pill. He’s not going to wait unless you tell him to. You need to go get your diaphragm right now and put it in and then he can fuck you.

Oh God, she wanted him so bad. She opened her thighs wider so he could see how much she wanted him. Look how wet my pussy is, Mr. Radcliff. Look how swollen my labia are, how moist and pink I am inside. I’m so wet I’m dripping all over your clean sheets. Look how ready I am for your big, thick cock.

He was naked now, climbing up on the bed. His body was incredible, so lean and muscular and hard. His cock was bobbing between his legs as he crawled toward her, pre-cum streaming from the tip, his heavy balls swaying in their sack. Diana, what are you doing? You need to tell him to stop! You’re not protected! If he cums inside you, you’ll get pregnant! He doesn’t even have to cum … just sticking it inside might be enough. All it takes is one drop. A single drop of his cum deposited inside your tight, wet pussy ….

Oh … oh … oh … he’s opening me up with the head of his cock! Diana could feel him guiding the head between her slippery lips, opening her pussy up wide. His hand was on her hip, holding her in place, as he pushed himself inside her. He felt huge, so long and thick. He was filling her up completely. Filling the melting aching hollow inside her.

She closed her eyes and arched her back, taking him so deep. The head of his cock was touching her cervix, leaking his pre-cum into her unprotected pussy. Oh God, you have to tell him to stop! You have to tell him to pull out! You can’t let him cum inside you!

He started to move, short thrusts at first, then longer and longer. He was fucking her for real now, his long hard cock railing in and out of her slippery hole. Diana moaned in pleasure. She wrapped her legs around him, crossing her ankles, taking him deeper. She was moving her hips too, matching his strokes, urging him on.

He grabbed her wrists, pinned them down tight over her head, so she couldn’t move, couldn’t escape. He had her. He was taking her. There was nothing she could do to stop him. She turned her head to one side, baring her neck to him. He fell on it ravenously, kissing, biting. She squirmed underneath him, writhing in pleasure, rubbing her tits against his hairy chest, arching her tummy up tight against his.

It felt so good to be used like this – to be penetrated and fucked hard and fast by a man who knew how to use his cock. He kissed downward from her throat, down past her collarbone, down past the top her chest, down to her bouncing breasts. His mouth found her swollen nipple and he sucked it hard, teasing it with his eager tongue.

She could feel the pace of his thrusts picking up. Oh no … he’s going to cum! He’s going to cum inside you! Diana, you have to tell him to pull out! He’s going to get you pregnant! You have to tell him!

“Stop …,” she panted, “Oh please … you have to stop … sir.”

He raised his head from her breast and looked straight at her, his brown eyes sparkling.

“That’s not your decision to make, Dr. Winters.”

“No … no … you don’t understand … I’m not … oh God … I’m not on the pill … I’m not using anything …!”

She saw the look on his face as he realized what she was saying.

“Please …!” she pleaded. “Please … sir … I’ll be your cum slut … I’ll be so good … I’ll let you do whatever you want … just please don’t cum inside me … I can’t have a baby right now … please … oh please!”

 

[LassardLost]

Harrison’s eyes went from being glazed over in lust to having a sharp focus as he looked into Diana’s eyes and frowned.

“Dr. Winters, everything you’ve said is correct. You will be my cum slut. You will be so good. And you will do whatever I want.” He slowed his thrusts down, but kept Diana’s wrists pinned above her head.

“But, slut whore, you better understand that when I say I own you.” Harrison started thrusting harder, harder with each push, he closed his eyes in pleasure as he ramped up his speed, streams of precum and Diana’s juices splashing out of her with each movement, “I own all of you!” Harrison rammed his cock hard, deep into Diana’s pussy with a growl, his back arched, his hips pinned against hers. Diana felt him explode inside her, his cock bucking and sending massive loads of hot semen gushing inside her, striking the walls of her pussy with such force that the sheer feeling of it roused her even further and over her edge. Harrison released a guttural roar as he marked his acquisition with his cum, it, gushing like white water rapids out of her pussy and drenching her legs down to her knees, flowing off the bed on to the floor.

Harrison thrust himself back and forth a few times, circling his hips against Diana’s. She was breathing hard, she had tears running down her face, and she clenched his back. He had her completely. And he had also begun the first step to breaking her truly. He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “There are rivulets of my cum flowing from your pussy, on to the bed, and onto the floor. All of it certainly found its way to your prime.” He licked her ear. “You don’t understand how much you are mine, Diana. Now you will begin to see.”

He kept his softening cock inside Diana, rubbing his hips up against hers. “Ohhhh God you feel so good Diana. You have pleased your Master very, very much.”