Ruthless(50)

I panted a bit as the ministrations went on, and slowly began inching my gown up, determined to see what the doctor was doing. Sure enough, he had his face buried between my thighs and was gently tracing my labia with his tongue. It felt so good! His tongue was delicate and wet, exploring the curves of my pussy lips, every nook and cranny delightful and moist.

Meeting my eyes, he grew bold and gave my cunt a deep-mouthed kiss.

“Oh Doctor!” I cried. “Should we be doing this?”

“No, of course not,” he admonished from between my legs. “But with that semen trailing from your ass and cunt …” his voice trailed off. “I had to get a taste.”

So the dirty doctor wanted to taste my brothers’ semen? Holy mother of god, that was taboo. I mean, sometimes Landon and Cole tasted each other’s sperm by accident, but they were twins and had an unusual understanding. But it seemed that the handsome doctor had a particular kink, and with my cunny trailing two deposits, I was irresistible.

“Dr. Johnson,” I breathed, as he started unbuttoning his fly. “Are you going to have sex with me as well?”

“No Ms. Kingsley,” he said, looking deep in my eyes. “You’re too tender down there, and besides I don’t want to risk mixing my sperm with the existing deposits. The samples could be contaminated, and how would that look to the medical examiner? I want to feel your sweet tongue on my dick … if you’re up to it, that is.”

I hesitated a moment. Wasn’t this cheating on my brothers? I mean, everything had happened so quickly, the doctor kissing my cunny before I even realized it. But now I had a conscious decision to make. I decided to play my cards as strategically as possible.

“Dr. Johnson,” I said slowly. “I’m happy to taste you, but if I do, I’d request something from you in return.”

He paused, his cock springing free. “And what’s that?” he asked, his member waving in the air.

I caught my breath at the sight. Although not as big as my brothers’ dicks, his rod was definitely a thing of beauty. Perfectly proportioned, with a thick, flaring head and bulging veins along a massive shaft, it leaked pre-cum, the moisture glistening against the heavy pole of man meat. I felt my mouth go dry, and yet I was so hungry for it at the same time.

“All I’d ask,” I said, my temperature rising, struggling to retain my focus, “Is that you write your medical report stating there was no evidence of rape. Of course, the pictures will be the pictures, but your professional opinion should categorically rebut any allegations of rape.”

He looked at me curiously, pausing. “Aren’t you nineteen?” he asked.

“Eighteen,” I confirmed.

“Well, you sounded like the DA just now,” he said with an amused smile. “I’m having second thoughts already about feeding you my dick, given how slick you sounded,” he said.

But he was already sliding his hand up and down that juicy member, drawing near to my mouth. Before he put it in, I looked up at him and said, “Doctor, do you promise?”

He stroked my hair fondly before nudging the tip of his penis against my pink, glossy lips.

“Of course, Ms. Kingsley,” he growled. “If you do a good job giving head, you’ll absolutely get a ‘No Rape’ opinion.”#p#分页标题#e#

And with that, I parted my lips, welcoming the intrusion, sucking hungrily on his smooth, rounded crown. God, he tasted good! His cock was meaty and thick, tasting like a man in heat, aroused and just about out of control. The pre-cum was slick and tangy on my tongue, lubing the way. I opened my mouth as wide as I could until my lips were like thin rubber bands, stretching to accommodate his pole.

And he stroked my head as I struggled with his girth.

“That’s a good girl,” he encouraged. “Keep going,” he said, shifting his hips forward in small increments, edging the thick rod down my throat.

I was straining, but my brothers had taught me well. Closing my eyes, I imagined myself as a boa constrictor swallowing prey in one gulp and tried to loosen my jaw, relaxing for a bigger fit. Immediately, his penis moved in deeper, and I felt a hot, wet spurt of pre-cum shoot down my throat.

“Unnnnf,” Dr. Johnson grunted, fucking ever so slightly with his hips. Saliva was pooling in the corners of my mouth, and tears brimmed in my eyes, but I kept my focus and pushed again on his dick, my throat muscles relaxing and constricting, causing the good doctor to groan again, another small deposit of pre-cum pulsing hotly.

Finally, I had him balls deep, my nose pressed against his pubes and his balls snug against my chin. He smelled woody and aromatic, all man musk, different from my brothers but compelling just the same.