Alternative Treatment (closed)

[saedo]

Closed for lyssa marie

I sat watching Annalise with a carefully adopted facade of detached, clinical interest. As her psychiatric therapist, that was precisely the type of visage that I was supposed to present during a counseling session.

That, however, was far from easy with Annalise. Her inherent beauty was hard to ignore. Her jet black hair contrasted with her creamy white skin. Her almond-shaped eyes were a surprisingly bright blue and perched over cheekbones that looked sharp enough to cut glass.

My gaze instinctively wandered south. No matter how many times I saw them, the proud, gorgeous breasts straining against her top never ceased to amaze me. With a cup size hailing from the middle of the alphabet, one would expect them to look ridiculously out of place on her petite frame; yet somehow, Annalise's curvaceous form seemed entirely appropriate for her.

Annalise's thighs were currently spread in order to facilitate her hands plunging beneath her short skirt. She was currently regaling me with her latest dark sexual fantasy while her fingers drove her to yet another climax.

Ordinarily, I wouldn't encourage such behavior in a session. But Annalise's problem was her reticence to express herself sexually. Her parents had raised her with a strict moral code that preached that sex was for procreation while married. Even her school operated alone similar repressive lines. Annalise had consequently been denying her sexual impulses for years.

Unfortunately, Annalise's libido had started rattling its cage. Annalise's parents and school had sent her to me thinking that her difficulty focusing in class evidenced an attention deficit disorder; I'd soon discerned that it was merely a horny, hormone-fueled teenager overflowing with lust. Annalise had so long denied her sexual self that even she hadn't consciously recognized what was happening.

A normal teenager would simply have gotten a boyfriend or girlfriend to play with. Even some regular masturbation would have done the trick. But Annalise had so wrapped up morality and sex that she couldn't bring herself to do that on her own. I managed to convince her that medical treatment wasn't wrong, so she was finally able to get some relief if she fingered herself while I watched. It was a silly rationalization, but her grades had improved and her parents were pleased, so I considered it a step in the right direction.

It wasn't, however, a permanent solution. Annalise would never be able to function away at college next year like this. She needed to involve more than herself in her sexuality lest she isolate herself. And since right now the only candidate seemed to be me . . . .

A part of me recognized the lack of objectivity behind my facade. I wasn't impartial about Annalise, not any more. I was infatuated with her beauty. The large notepad covering my lap also concealed the painfully obvious erection stretching the fabric of my pants nearly to my right knee. I could not deny that my new treatment plan wasn't solely about caring for Annalise, but at least partially about satisfying my own lust for her.

Fortunately, I could rationalize my less respectable motivations away. I was, after all, an expert in psychiatric medicine.

I shook my head and tried to focus. "Annalise, it's Dr. Idris," I said calmly. When Annalise closed her eyes and talked of her fantasies, she sometimes got so lost in her imagination that she forgot I was here. "Tell me what you are thinking about," I instructed, encouraging her to continue. "What is the stranger doing to you? How does it make you feel?"

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

Nineteen year old Annalise's parents often warned her about how most people out in the world were nothing more than monsters: that the ones that she should rely on are her parents and any adults that they determine trustworthy. Professors in the private college were here parents' favorite substitute to make sure their only child remained pure and abstinent, for they still applied the punishments of yesteryear: paddling, spanking, or the use of a ruler to the back of the hand. Depending on the severity of the crime, the teacher would haul the student out of the classroom.

What happens were only whispered in rumors. Annalise only knew they were hauled off to Timber Hall on the west wing of the campus. Those who were taken there never returned quite the same and refused to speak of it.

Their motto: If you want to keep acting like a child, you will be treated as one.

Being in college did invite more of the unsavory that her parents tried to keep her away from. An incident on the way home sparked something curious inside of the naive young woman: two classmates that she recognized only by sight from her History class tucked away in the confines of the alley made out. His body leaned up against the brick wall, carrying his female partner in his arms. The young woman bounced up and down, their hips grinding against each other. Their moan, though soft, were almost animalistic. While her female classmate remain clothed despite the unbuttoned blouse, Annalise saw a bit of his penis.

Or as her father put it whenever the topic of dating came up several years ago: a snake she shouldn't think of getting near.

Annalise ran off without the two spotting her. Yet the incident lingered for weeks. Every time the memory of the incident came back, her mind would shut down. Everything from the movements to the way he held her as hips bucked up underneath her warmed her, creating an uneasy feeling throughout her entire body. Whenever she undressed to take a shower, she would find her panties coated with clear, thick juices. Afraid to ask her parents about it, Annalise took a piece of toilet paper and wiped it off, flushing the piece of paper down the toilet.

Oh how bad it had gotten to the point where she could no longer concentrate in her school work. Her parents attributed it to a late discovery of attention disorder and sent her to a therapist near her school to take care of the issue. While her father had his doubts, her mother insisted that after a family friend's daughter was cured thanks to Dr. Idris, it might do wonders.

Sure Annalise's grades got better. Or that she was able to concentrate and be back to her "normal" self.

But they didn't know of the awkward first meeting she had with the doctor; how she forgot to put on her coat that she tucked in her bag, exposing her rather voluptuous breasts. Or the incident where her fingers discovered the pleasurable side of touching the fold between her legs while she recalled the alley incident on her way home.

Three weeks and six sessions later, the awkward Annalise slowly got comfortable with the doctor. Luckily, laws were put in to place that once she was eighteen, whatever she shared with the doctor during these sessions were confidential.

"Annalise, it's Dr. Idris. Tell me what you are thinking about. What is the stranger doing to you? How does it make you feel?"

Annalise's eyes opened, coming back to the reality of her lying on the doctor's couch. One leg draped over the side of the seat, her hair and body frazzled from getting a little too lost in her imagination. Embarrassed, she was about to stand up and fix herself when the doctor encouraged her to relax and continue.

"I...He found a way in to my room through the window. I don't think my parents were home at the time. A little older. Can't see what he looks like since my back was facing him. He had me up against the wall with his hand over my mouth. His hand started going down my body until it reached inside my panties and..."

She stopped, feeling her face flush a scarlet red. The doctor stopped scribbling on his note pad, his eyes watching intently at her hesitation before nodded for her to continue.

"He felt how wet I was down there. All of a sudden, he starts dragging me to my bed and puts me over his lap like I was a little kid or something. Next thing I know, he forced my skirt down and started spanking me on my bottom. Every five spanks, he uses his fingers to rub between my legs."

Annalise looked up at Dr. Idris but quickly shifted her gaze elsewhere when he returned the favor. Her voice softened when she continued to speak.

"I'm supposed to hate it, right? The problem is...well...I actually liked what he was doing to me. I'm going to hell, am I?"

 

[saedo]

I watched Annalise with interest as she described her fantasy. The mysterious male stranger was a common theme. I'd traced it back to an incident months ago where she'd seen a female classmate being vigorously fucked up against a wall. Growing up as sheltered as she had, Annalise knew little more about sex than was contained in high school health textbook; seeing two semi-naked teens pounding away had consequently left a deep mental impression.

Many of her fantasies involved similar features from her recollection of the encounter. Having not seen the boy's face, Annalise's fantasy lovers often took her unexpectedly from behind or while wearing a mask. The mystery men were always tall and powerful, easily capable of throwing a teen girl around. Having caught a glimpse of the pistoning genitals, she always described him as well endowed; however, since Annalise had never experienced anything inside her sugar walls larger than half her own index finger, she thought any cock more than a few inches was eye-wateringly massive.

Rough sex was also a frequent component of her fantasies. Many of her fantasies involved some variation of being aggressively manhandled by a powerful, unknown male who would pin her down and impale her tiny pussy on his enormous erection.

I was, however, concerned how her interest in vigorous intercourse was mixing with her guilt. Annalise thought her lustful thoughts were sins, which inclined her to seek punishment for her transgressions. She'd mentioned spanking more than once, but a couple times she'd hinted at darker, more violent impulses. I worried that her inexperience and unwillingness to accept her libido might lsubconsciously seek out sadistic men who enjoyed hurting women.

"Sex is a gift from God, Annalise," I counseled. "It is supposed to feel good. You are supposed to enjoy physical acts of love with another person -- or even with yourself. You should not feel guilty about enjoying that gift.

"I know you have a difficult time understanding that, but I think that might be because it's still just a vague theory for you. Talking about these fantasies isn't enough to let you experience the full sensation.

"I want to graduate you from talk therapy to interactive therapy. Rather than just telling me what you feel, we'll add a physical component to our interactions. I'll touch you as we talk as part of your treatment plan."

I rose from my seat, keeping my note pad over my lap to conceal my true desires. I sat down next to Annalise on the couch and put my hand on her left knee just below the hem of her skirt. "See? Just a light touch. Nothing to be nervous about. Now keep telling me that story."

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

Annalise stared up at the ceiling as she listened to the doctor's words in his soothing tones. While she found herself slowly getting comfortable in confiding Dr. Idris of her fantasies, she couldn't help but feel guilty the more she talked about her fantasies of debauchery and sin.

Her eyes followed the lines on the ceiling when she heard the doctor assure her that sex is a perfectly normal thing from God that was meant to make her feel good. She raised her eyebrows at such a statement.

"Are you sure? Anything that feels good is always a sin. Both of my parents and school often drilled in to our heads that sex is a dirty thing. That the only time we should be doing it is if we find someone to marry and have kids. That's it. Anything beyond that and we'll be dragged in to hell to become the devil's slaves."

Annalise looked up at Dr. Idris, then lowered her gaze to the floor. The problem with getting comfortable in confiding someone such as him was that the conversation could easily turn in to a full on ramble. Still, she felt at ease, often leaving the session somewhat relieved for getting her dirty thoughts out of her system.

When he brought up interactive therapy, Annalise couldn't help but feel nervous. At her school or from the crumbs of eavesdropping on her parents, interactive therapy was more of a secret code for putting someone through shock therapy. Her heart sank when the thought of being electrocuted was a possibility.

Instead, the doctor approached hand sat beside her. She watched as he placed his hand lightly on her knee, just below the end stitches of her skirt. Her body tensed; no man had ever touched below her waist before. The most her father had ever done was have a hand on her shoulder or the occasional bop to the back of her head. She scooted her body back enough for his hand to fall a little below the knee

"I...I don't know if this is okay." She said in a meek voice.

Annalise let out a slow stream of breath, trying to recall the recurring fantasy that haunted her.

"I'm not sure how many times he spanked me. But I know I enjoyed him using his fingers to play with me. The way he kept going in and out. He would go fast, then slow. Something did bother me, doctor."

She glanced up at Dr. Idris, crossing one leg over the other in her laid position.

"Usually this sort of thing happens to bad girls. I told him I haven't done anything wrong. But he said I was being a good girl."

 

[saedo]

"Annalise, we've had this conversation before," I chided. "Sexual desire is a natural human emotion just like anger, fear, or joy. Feelings are not inherently bad or good. What matters is how you deal with them."

"You have already demanded repeatedly that you can allow yourself to feel free to satisfy that desire personally." I slid my hand beneath her skirt a few inches despite her obvious discomfort. The smooth skin of her thigh was also slightly damp and slick from her prior orgasms this session.

" But as we've talked about, you cannot have a full life satisfying your desire by yourself. You need to be willing to let another provide that comfort to you. I know this makes you anxious, but I know you know that you need to change. That's why you are in therapy. You want to better yourself. So let's begin the next stage of your treatment. "

I slid my hand slowly up her thigh beneath her skirt till I felt the waistband of her panties. My fingers crept past the silk and slid towards the inner side of her leg. I moved slowly upward until I brushed again her tender nether folds. Her labia were warm and damp and utterly inviting.

"Now tell me about your fantasy while I touch you," I instructed.

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

There was a difference: If Annalise alone was caught committing these acts, then the most she would have gotten was a stern lecture on how those particular areas were not for pleasure and a few passages on sodomy before she was sent on her way. If it were another man sought pleasure from her, oh her father can easily transform in to a monster in an instant.

"Well, after he spanked me, he used two..."

As if out of instinct, she couldn't help but shift uncomfortably when the doctor's fingers crawled underneath her skirt and on to her inner thigh. She felt his fingers trail along the slick juices that coated her skin. After some time, Annalise's body slowly relaxed beneath him.

"He pushed two of his fingers inside of me. Started off slowly, then he kept pushing it faster."

As his fingers dared to travel further, her legs relaxed on the cushion. One of her legs draped over the side of the couch, inviting him to explore. She glanced up at the doctor but quickly turned her gaze to the ceiling when his eyes met hers, blushing the entire time.

"It started to feel good, doctor. And then...we'll...I started to feel something throbbing in his pants."

 

[saedo]

Annalise was mostly avoiding my gaze, but her body language signaled her intent. While perhaps not quite ready to directly request I touch her, playing her desire out as fantasy would be acceptable.

"So one finger . . . ," I murmured as my hand slipped inside her panties. I teased the tender flesh of her pussy for a few moments. After her own masturbation, the labia were puffy with blood and damp with her juices.

My index finger found its way inside her, provoking a sharp intake of breath from Annalise. Though she'd often told me fantasies of being fingered by men -- or occasionally other people girls -- I suspected that I was the first besides herself to touch her like this.

I slid up to the second knuckle and gently stroked the slick walls. When she seemed ready, I murmured, " . . . and now a second."

Her gasp as my middle finger slid into her confirmed her inexperience. She was very snug even with just two. I thought her reaction confirmed that she had never had anything but her own fingers inside her; my fingers were thicker than her dainty digits and had surprised her somewhat. I could only imagine what her reaction might be to an actual phallus.

"Did he stroke you like this, Annalise?" I continued quietly, my voice just audible over her rapid breathing. "Did you like the way it felt? Did it make you want to cum, Annalise?"

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

"I felt...whatever it was in his pants...it started beating like a little heart..."

Annalise had no chance to prattle on with her fantasy when she felt something thick squirm inside of her. She gasped as the somewhat thicker finger slowly invited itself in all the way down to the knuckle. Swarmed in her thoughts, a part of her wanted to move away. Her conscious nagged at her on how utterly wrong this sin was. Suppose if someone were to walk in on them, or if they happened to peer in to his window. What if the doctor were to tell her parents that their daughter allowed him to do this to her.

Her panicked thoughts slowly faded when he began to stroke her just as the stranger had done in her many fantasies. She looked down at the doctor's arm underneath her skirt, feeling that one finger roam inside of her. Her pink flesh slicked in juices, it was more than happy to accommodate him. Her anxiety calmed for the time being as her breaths went from a highly agitated character to a relaxed state. Soft moans intertwined with her panting as she shifted her gaze up towards Dr. Idris. The way he stared at her felt a little funny to her. He was still the same doctor that she visited for the last several weeks.

Yet something in the doctor changed. Rather than being the considerable professional who was simply there to do his job, his gaze resembled that of a predator; studying her, trying to find any more nerves and vulnerable areas to open up. Below him was his prey that he was enticing to his trap.

Annalise found herself lost in the haze building up around them. While using her fingers gave her enough stimulation, Dr. Idris' fingers opened up a whole new realm. She didn't take notice that she scooted her body closer towards him.

"...and now a second."

Confused by this, Annalise was about to ask what he meant when she felt her pussy stretch open to fit in another finger. She yelped, afraid that he will eventually rip her wide open if he continued to add more fingers in to a tight space.

Aside from the occasional sounds of heavy breathing from Annalise, the entire room fell silent. After what felt like hours, the ride started up once more as the doctor stroked and penetrated her pussy.

"Did he stroke you like this, Annalise? Did you like the way it felt?"

Annalise squirmed and writhed underneath him. The calming tones in his words were no longer of reassurance but resembled the quiet, authoritative figure that manifested in her fantasies.

"He..." she spoke in between moans. "He did stroke a little faster and harder."

 

[saedo]

"He did stroke a little faster and harder. "

I nodded sagely and moved my fingers within her with more vigor. Given her history, I was quite certain that Annalise had never had anything more than her own two fingers inside her. I was assuredly the first person to ever penetrate her in this fashion. The effect it produced on her body was quite astounding.

I observed her in silence. Aside from her increasingly agitated audio accompaniment, the only sound was the squish and suck of her pussy as my fingers stimulated her from within. My hand was already damp from her juices, so I expected a flood when her orgasm hit.

"Let yourself go, Annalise. That pressure will subside if you let yourself cum. You are in a safe place, Annalise. You can let go. Just let go."

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

Annalise's gaze rested upon the lines carved up on the ceiling as her mind was swarmed in a strange mix of pleasure, wonder, and a slight discomfort as her body adjusted to the demand of his fingers. The room around her began to spin all while she was struggling to hang on to what ever pride she could scrape by without losing it in front of the doctor.

At one point, she felt her body push against his fingers. Her soft moans and panting encouraged him to continue with his thrusts. His voice floated like a dream, urging Annalise to let go, to cum.

Come? The confused young woman wondered. What was he talking about? Come where?

The walls of her sanity began to crumble as the feeling of elation reached it's peak.

"Doctor..."

It was the only word she could muster up before a strong wave overpowered her. Thick juices flowed out of nether regions, coating Dr. Idris' fingers down to the knuckle. Some of the liquid dripped on to the back of his hand and on to the couch below her.

Flushed, it took quite a bit for the haze to clear from Annalise's mind before she realized what happened. Her face turned a deeper shade of red as her eyes met the doctor sitting near.

 

[saedo]

Perhaps if I retained more of my self-control, I might have taken more time to allow Annalise to adjust to this new sensation. Though she'd experienced dozens of orgasms in my presence, this was the first time she'd received one from someone other than herself. I could see by the glaze in her eyes that it had proven more intense than her self-administered ones. The girl had been overwhelmed by the sensation. By all rights, she deserved more time to adjust and process the experience.

But my libido had already endured more than I could bear. The ache in my trousers dominated my senses. I stood awkwardly thanks to the inflexibility of my erection and heard the stitches in my inseam give up the ghost. I reached

Distantly I heard the sound of my own voice talking in a drowsy way about what was happening. "That was very good, Annalise. In fact, I think you're ready to proceed to a more advanced treatment. To properly address these sensations will require that we prove deeper inside your desires. For that, we need to graduate to a more vigorous treatment that will stretch your capabilities. This therapy will be more difficult at first, but you know that getting better often requires doing the hard things, even when it hurts. "

My rambling words ended abruptly in a groan. My pants clattered to the floor and my long-imprisoned cock surged free. The fat pillar bobbed before me, the flesh an angry red turning towards purple. Steady drips of precum from the massive head trickled down its length, adding a glistening sheen to the network of veins crisscrossing the surface.

Annalise had always described her imaginary lover/assailant in such vague terms that it was clear that she'd never viewed an actual naked man before. Even her chosen words suggested she might not have even seen pictures and was instead only relying on textual descriptions of male anatomy from health textbooks or steamy romance novels. As her eyes locked on the immense erection loomin before her, I could see that the reality vastly outstripped her fevered imagination.

"Lie back down on the couch, Annalise." I again had the eerie sensation of someone else speaking with my voice. I couldn't recall putting thoughts to words, but I heard my mouth utter them. "Lie back and spread your legs."

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

Annalise slowly sat up on the couch. Her clothes were now patterned with wrinkles from the constant hand clutching and couch brushing. It took some time for her to let the high from her orgasm dissipate and the realization of what just happened settle in.

"I'm so sorry," she looked down at the wet spot next to her. With the hem of her skirt, she wiped down the area where her slick juices flowed. Oh it was embarrassing that she was unable to stop herself in time before she lost control yet again.Throughout the time, she kept her gaze to the task of tidying up his couch when she heard the doctor going on about how getting better will have to hurt.

Confused, she was about to ask the doctor why pain had to be involved when the sight of his shaft startled her. It certainly didn't resemble the pictures in the books she had read nor did it look like her classmate's lover that she spied on from a distance. Dr. Idris was certainly much bigger and thicker than what she imagined.

The possibilities of what he may have in mind intimidated Annalise. She scooted back a few inches from the doctor. Still, her natural instincts on obeying kicked in as she lied on the couch. Her legs straddled both sides of the couch as he approached closer.

"Can...can I touch it?"

 

[saedo]

I tried to approach cautiously. Though Annalise's fantasies were replete with aggressive men, I wasn't sure how she would react with a real-life version.

She did indeed inch away as my naked erection was revealed. However, she did not show signs of imminent flight, but more a mix of anxiety and curiosity. And perhaps a bit of lust? She stared at my throbbing member for several long seconds, clearly contemplating some response.

"Can...can I touch it?"

A good sign. I nodded encouragingly. "Yes, you may, Annalise."

I reached out and took her right hand and guided it to my shaft a few inches beneath the the head. "Go ahead, touch it," I instructed. "You can squeeze it if you like."

That task proved difficult given her dainty fingers and the swollen girth of the flesh. "Try using both hands," I encouraged.

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

As soon as those words were blurted out, Annalise immediately wished she could take it back. She watched as the doctor gently took her hand and guided it to his erect shaft. Her conscience nagged her that this was completely wrong. What if someone were to find out? Suppose if the cleaner walked in and saw the two of them?

Then again, she had never imagined something to be as thick or throbbing before her eyes. The only memory she managed to get a glimpse of with her classmate on the receiving end...the college boy's penis appeared to be six inches at most. Dr. Idris was most certainly different in size and thickness. Her fingers barely met with each other after she wrapped them around his flesh.

She gave the doctor's shaft a squeeze, being careful not to grip too hard. Annalise looked up at him, curious on how he would react.

"Try using both hands."

Annalise placed her other hand on his shaft, closer to his groin this time, and wrapped her fingers. Curious, she used both hands to stroke him. For something thick and throbbing, she was surprised on how smooth his skin was. As she continued stroking it, she could have sworn she heard him moan.

"Am I doing this right, doctor?"

 

[saedo]

"Yes," I groaned. "You're doing fine."

Annalise's hands slid along my cock gingerly, tracing every square inch with measured care. Its girth prevented her from encircling it completely even with both hands, but she was able to grip it reasonably well.

My desire for her made her touch almost too intense to bear. My libidinous mind urged me to take her by the upper arms and slam her down. I could envision climbing atop her, forcing her thighs wide apart. I would then force myself inside her like the man from her fantasies, pummeling her with my cock until we both screamed. Only what little of my rational restraint held me in check from brutalizing her then and there.

That brief bit of hesitation soon rendered the question moot. My aching desire demanded release with immediacy that could not be resisted. I knew that even if I were to indulge my darkest fantasy, I wouldn't complete it in time.

"I'm about to cum, Annalise," I grunted. "You'll feel my cock swell and then semen will start spewing out the end. I expect there will be quite a lot, so you should aim it-aahh!" My right leg began to tremble as I felt the explosion nearing the point of no return. "Ahhhhh!"

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

Annalise's hands continued to stroke the doctor's cock in this experimental play. A light squeeze seemed to be enough for him. When her grip around him was firm, his moans changed its tune to something more....pleasurable, perhaps? She had seen movies and read stories where a kick to the groin was sufficient enough for a man to fall to his knees and write in pain. Yet here was Dr. Idris enjoying the massage she was giving him.

His warning that he was going to climax confused her. The noises slowly transcended in to something animalistic, leading her to believe that she was hurting him.

Just as she was going to release her hold, spurts of warm liquid shot out from the tip of his cock, landing on Annalise's face, hair, lips, skirt, and her exposed breasts. She sat there in silence, unsure how to comprehend what happened just now. Her tongue tasted the clear substance. The saltiness rolled around her taste buds...what a strange taste it was.

After a few minutes, she finally worked up the nerve to look up at Dr. Idris. Her body was flushed in embarrassment at her now messy appearance.

"You sounded like you were enjoying it doctor." She said in the same meek tone.

 

[saedo]

Annalise looked confused by the resulting mess. It occurred to me that in her descriptions of her sexual fantasies, she'd never really mentioned what happened with her imaginary male lover when he finished. Had she realized fluid would be expelled?

Of course, even if she had, I doubt that she expected quite so much of it. Her face and breasts had taken most of the blast, but a couple spots had landed on her skirt. That could definitely be a problem.

"You sounded like you were enjoying it doctor."

"I was. And did. Very much." I glanced down at my cock. Even post-orgasm, my libido remained unsatisfied. I wanted more.

"We better get you cleaned up a bit, though. Follow me; I have a private bathroom where we can wash up."

I helped her to her feet and led her inside. The bathroom was small, but featured a sink, toilet, and a glassed-in shower. I helped Annalise off with her skirt so that we could wash off the semen before it set. I draped it over the shower so it could dry.

By now, my cock was rising again to attention. My naked patient stared at it, which only aroused me further. "While we wait for your skirt, why don't we continue your treatment," I suggested. "In your fantasy, did the man approach you from the front or from behind?"

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

Before Annalise could say otherwise, Dr. Idris took her by the hand and helped her up. She didn't have a chance to make herself presentable from her frazzled hair to her unbuttoned blouse and skirt as he led her to a door in the corner of the room. To her surprise, the door that she thought was a storage room turned out to be a small bathroom with the essentials. The space was enough for them to move about.

For a moment, she was reluctant to remove her skirt and panties. The doctor had already let himself in with his fingers but at least it was under the confines of her skirt and underwear. To be exposed fully, at least from the waist down.

He should know what he’s doing… she surmised.

Annalise unzipped her skirt, bringing it down with her panties. Her pussy and the surrounding skin, still slick from her previous orgasm, was clean shaven; something she experimented the past weekend in the middle of the night using the razor and shaving cream found in the house.

She glanced down at the doctor’s cock, noticing that it had gone from limp to the same erect state that she had gotten familiar with earlier.

“He approached me from the front. I remember he kissed me. Kind of strange, though…it actually felt really good. He had me up against the wall when we made out. I still didn’t get the chance to see his face. Next thing I knew, he turned me around and pinned me up against the wall and…and…he did things to me like what happened with my classmate in the alley.”

 

[saedo]

I nodded. "Then let's start with removing the rest," I directed. I reached for her blouse and the began unfastening the buttons. I had to lean forward slightly due to my straining erection. The head of my cock glistened with precum that would be sure to stain.

Annalise's breasts loomed larger than ever as I folded her blouse carefully and set it aside. Easily the largest I'd seen, which was saying something given my wife's impressive bosom. I couldn't resist flicking thumbs across Annalise's nipples, feeling their delightful hardness.

"Turn around," I directed, guiding her with my hands on her shoulders. I applied my fingers to her bra, feeling as fumble-fingered as the first time I'd tried this with a girl. It took me a moment to figure out the clasp before it too slid off her.

"Lean forward." I traced the straightness of her spine down her back to where her slender torso flared into feminine hip and rounded buttocks. Just visible between her thighs were her pale pink labia, still plump from before. Groaning slightly, I bent at the knees and slid my throbbing erection between her thighs, feeling her naked sex rub along the topside of my shaft.

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

No matter how many visits Annalise had with Dr. Idris, or if her issues improved since then, she still couldn't help but feel shy when he convinced her to remove the rest of her clothes. A feeling more evident by the shade of red that covered from her face to her shoulders as he unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked the clasp that held her bra together. She lowered her gaze to their feet below, almost paralyzed as the doctor's fingers played with her nipples.

"Turn around. Lean forward."

With each request, the doctor did not give her a moment to follow his command. He placed his hands on her and turned her around with her back towards him. Dr. Idris then adjusted her posture, leaning her up against the wall.

It was humiliating.

Yet something about the way he instructed her to follow his requests harkened back to her dream where her intruder was demanding her to submit. Though Annalise was generally obedient, the doctor's words had a rippling effect through her body. She could feel his cock throbbing between her thighs, beckoning her juices to lube up his member. As if out of instinct, Annalise pushed her body towards him, hoping to feel a little more but stopped.

"What if someone sees us?" She whispered in worried tones. "If someone found out..."

 

[saedo]

" What if someone sees us? "

"We're alone and the office door is locked. The only one who can see you is me," I responded. "Now spread your legs slightly . . .."

I rubbed my cock between her tender thighs, pressing the top of the shaft between her labia. Looking over Annalise's shoulder, I could see the swollen helm slide extend through on the other side.

I slid back and forth a few times until she was slick with her own arousal. I then withdrew and aimed my cock upward into her. I could feel Annalise's naked back against my chest. Every breath she took made her warm body press into mine.

It took a few tries for me to find a suitable angle of entry, but I soon felt the tip of my cock press lodge into her. "Try to relax," I advised. "This might be a bit uncomfortable at first." I pushed forward slowly, her tender flesh stretching around the mammoth intrusion.

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

Unable to see what the doctor was doing behind her, Annalise's adrenaline and anxiety stirred. Her fingers scratched lightly at the tiled walls. The uncertainty of what the doctor had in mind for her treatment. She felt what she assumed were two of his fingers, perhaps three, caressing the entrance of her opening.

"Try to relax. This might be a bit uncomfortable at first."

For a few minutes, there was nothing more but the silence between them. She felt her thighs trembling. Not knowing what was going to happen next rattled Annalise with dread, fear, and yet a sense of curiosity and confusion. How would this help with her treatment.

Her eyes opened wide. She let out a cry, feeling something thick stretch out her vagina walls. Three fingers? Maybe. Surely the doctor wouldn’t stick his cock inside of her…could he?

Annalise craned her neck, hoping to catch a glimpse of what Dr. Idris was doing. From a side glance, the most she could see was him pressed up against her.

“Doctor,” she groaned. “Oh god…doctor…”

 

[saedo]

While the last of my conscience murmured that what I was doing was wrong, I was too far gone to care about such moral niceties. It was all I could do to keep from shoving myself inside Annalise as swiftly as possible.

Instead, I took the plunge more slowly. Her tight canal struggled, but ultimately gave way before the girthy intrusion.

"Just relax, dear," I whispered, my voice deep with lust. "Just about there. How are you feeling?"

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

Annalise scratched her fingers against the wall. With the doctor's cock inside of her, she feared that he will tear her apart. The instinct to flee kicked up inside of her. If she stayed around, she was sure he would break her from the inside.

Minutes went on. Annalise tried to move the side hoping to get away. With the doctor behind her and being squished up against the wall, there was not much room for her to escape. The more the doctor thrusted inside of her, the pain subsided, replaced with a strange pleasure. It was similar to what she felt whenever her fingers rubbed on her clit in the privacy of her bedroom.

Her body began to crave more of this feeling, wanting to explore much further in to the rabbit hole. What was once cries of pain and agitation slowly changed in to a familiar tune of lust. Annalise began to relax, letting the doctor take hold of her. At times, she felt her body grind up against his hips, trying to match the ever increasing rhythm of his movements.

She didn’t hear herself begging the doctor in whispered tones to keep going. Or that she wanted more. The hunger that her body craved for was simply overwhelming.

 

[saedo]

When I had sunk deep enough in her to permit it, I began a steady stroking action. My patient continued to whimper and moan as I stretched her tender flesh, but my lust would brook no more delay.

Lyssa's tone eventually shifted. I was still too much for her, but I could hear a vibrato of pleasure undercutting her squeals. Having listened to her fantasies lo these many weeks, I knew this reality was too similar to her imagination for her not to find excitement in it.

Soon her noises began to resolve into words. She begged me, but not to stop. No, Lyssa's whispers became a mantra urging me to continue. Even when the blunt head hit bottom, she pleaded with me for more.

My tempo became more forceful. In my lusty haze, I had no reservations about battering my way into her womb if it would bring me satisfaction. My steady pounding rocked her entire frame as I gripped her hips for leverage. "That's it, Lyssa. Take it. Take it!" I grunted between thrusts, mysterious libido rising towards my own point of no return.