Good Time Doctor

Fuck, that’s hot.

We break apart, and his eyes are dark, hungry again. All business once more. “On the bed,” he commands, and releases me.

I step back from the window, leaving steam all over the glass, and take two careful steps toward the bed. “How do you want me, Sir?” I ask, still catching my breath from those orgasms.

He smirks. “On your knees, of course, dirty girl.”

I crawl onto the bed on all fours. He steps up to me and starts to take down his pants. Before he does, though, I summon my courage to ask the question I know I need to. “Do you have a condom?” I ask, with a glance over my shoulder.

But he’s way ahead of me, already holding one in his hands with a smirk, as he bites the wrapper and tears it open. “Of course,” he says. “Always come prepared.”

It makes me hesitate, for a second, because it makes me wonder if he’s done this before, and if so, with whom, and when. But I don’t have long to dwell on it, because his pants are coming down now, and I suck in a sharp, startled breath at what I see as he pushes them down over his hips, his boxers straight after.

“God, you’re so big,” I whisper before I can stop myself. His cock springs free of his boxers like it can’t stand to be contained for a second longer, and I can guess why. He’s larger than any guy I’ve been with, and thick, too, his cock marbled with veins that stand out on all sides.

He laughs, his mouth quirked up on one side in amusement. “Don’t worry,” he says. “I promise to go slow. Give you plenty of time to adjust to me.”

I find myself shaking my head. I meet his gaze again. If tonight is the night I act out some of my wildest fantasies, why not go all the way? “I don’t want you to go slow,” I say. “I want you to fuck me, Sir. Hard.” I swallow, then smile, as I remember the magic word. “Please,” I add, and his eyes flash hot with lust.

“I see.” He climbs onto the bed and I suck in a breath, before he kneels behind me to run his hands over my ass, down the backs of my thighs, stroking me lightly, making me shiver. “So you want me to fuck you hard and rough, is that it, Naomi?”

I nod, then catch myself and lick my lips, suddenly nervous again, but an excited kind of nervous, my heart racing and my breath catching in my throat. “I…” But facing away from him, it’s easier to say this. Easier to admit to something I’ve always wanted in bed but never been brave enough to just come right out and ask for. “I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk straight tomorrow, Sir.”

He chuckles once more, and leans down to bite my ass, just hard enough to make me gasp, before he kisses the same spot, soothing away the sting of the pain. All the while, his hands continue to caress me, sliding up and over my hips, along my waist, to cup my breasts, his thumbs and forefingers rolling my nipples between them. I inhale sharply as my nipples harden at his deft touch. “That, my darling, I can help you with.” I feel the bed shift under me as he positions himself behind me.

Then I inhale again, as I feel him part my lips, the tip of his cock sliding between my lips to stroke back and forth along the length of my slit. I’m soaked from his earlier licking and fingering, and I can tell the tip of his cock is getting coated in my juices.

“God, you are fucking sexy as hell,” he murmurs, then, and I feel him lean down to kiss the nape of my neck, drawing another shiver out of me. I turn, and he meets my eyes, his own dark with lust and something more. A hint of something like curiosity. “Has anyone ever told you that?” he whispers, and I can’t help it.

Between the quiet of the room and the intensity of his stare, I can’t help telling the truth. I shake my head. My asshole ex certainly never did, at least.

In response, he cups my chin and tilts my face as he bends down to kiss me once more, softer than before, slower. “Someone should,” he murmurs when we part again. “Every damn day.” With that, he leans back and presses his cock into me, slowly, an inch at a time, and I moan in pleasure.

“God, right there,” I gasp, with every inch he sinks deeper into me. I catch my breath at a certain point, worried he won’t fit if he goes any farther, but he seems to notice my tension, and stops, draws back a little, giving me a second to adjust before he thrusts back against me, pressing in deeper, deeper.

God, I’ve never been stuffed like this before. He seems to fill every inch of me, making my pussy stretch to accommodate him, making me ache. But it’s a pleasant, bone-deep ache. Especially when he pulls out a little and thrusts back into me, just a tiny thrust at first, still letting me adjust to him. “Fucking hell, you’re so big,” I groan again, and he chuckles once more, his tone low and dark.

“Yet you’re taking all of me, dirty girl. Are you impressed with yourself?” He draws back a little and thrusts into me again. “You should be.” He starts to rock against me, building up a rhythm, slowly speeding up, as I push back against him.

My upper body falls forward into the bed cushions as I arch my hips back at him. He grabs my hips, his hands digging into the soft flesh there as he uses me for purchase, and slowly builds to a faster rhythm. Soft cries of pleasure escape me as he starts to thrust faster, especially when he pulls me back against him roughly and angles himself down into me, his thick cock straining against my pussy walls, his tip dragging along my G-spot with each deep thrust.

“God, you are so fucking tight. And so wet for me…” His finger slides down underneath me for a second, and his thumb finds the spot just over my clit, pressing against my mound as he thrusts into me.

The sensation makes me cry out in pleasure, and he grins, thrusting faster, harder.

“You still want it hard, dirty girl?”

“Fuck yes,” I moan.

“And rough?”

“Please, Sir.” My voice is breathy, so distant I barely even recognize it, as he starts to pound into me, harder, faster. Every time he asks if I want more, I beg him for it. Soon he’s fucking me with abandon, and I’m bouncing against the bed with each thrust, my voice a wordless cry as I build toward a peak, faster than I would have thought possible.

“Come for me,” he orders, not a question, but a command, one I can’t possibly help but obey.

I do it. When he orders me to, I come for him, my pussy tightening around his shaft as he continues to drive his cock relentlessly into me. He demands I do it again, and I obey as best I can, only needing a little time to recover before I find myself right at the peak again, falling over the edge into pleasure. Sparks explode behind my eyelids, and my whole body shakes with the force of each orgasm.

Behind me, I can tell he’s nearing his peak, too. His body tenses, and his hands go tight as vises around my hips. He grits his teeth, and I turn to look at him, to watch the expression on his face when he loses control.

“Naomi,” he groans, right before his eyes lock onto mine, and for a second, I see through his confident, calm exterior as his control slips a little, as he lets himself go. He comes hard inside me, his cock twitching as he keeps pumping into me, hands tight on my hips for balance. He slows a little, and finally stops, and pulls out of me, his breath still coming fast, his eyes glossed with pleasure.

I don’t wait to ask for orde

rs, not anymore. I push myself up and turn around to wrap my arms around him, then draw him down next to me on the bed. He wraps his arms around my slim form and tucks me into his side. With my head on his chest, I can hear his racing heartbeat, and feel my own pounding in response.

Both our heartbeats slow, a little, as we lie there in one another’s arms. I breathe in his scent, pine and sandalwood and something else, something sharp and salty and all his own.

“Fuck,” he finally murmurs, and laughs a little, softly, his laughter echoing where my ear is pressed to his chest. “That was… incredible.”

“You can say that again,” I murmur, my eyelids drooping. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m aware of him reaching around me for the covers and tugging them across us. But I’m already falling into sleep, too tired to keep my eyes open much longer.

For some reason, a reason I can’t possibly begin to explain, I feel safe here. Secure, wrapped up in his arms.

Curled like that, against this mysterious stranger, a man I met by chance through a number on a bathroom stall of all places, I drift into a deep, easy sleep. The first I’ve had since long before my divorce.

3

In my dream, the handsome stranger is naked. So am I. We’re in a pool somewhere—no, I realize, a hot tub. He’s got me pinned against the side of it, and I can feel the hard, thick length of his cock between us, digging into my belly. There are other people somewhere nearby, I know—in the dream I’m laughing, telling him we can’t, they’ll see us. But he shakes his head and tells me to stop worrying.

“You have a gorgeous body,” he tells me in a deep, sexy whisper. “Why not show it off?”

So I cave in, and let him continue touching me, his hands exploring lower, lower, as his tongue slips between my lips and into my mouth. He parts my legs, and I wrap them around his waist, eager, my arms around his neck too. He drives into me, then, and I can feel his cock all the way up into my belly, he’s so long and thick, the veins thick enough to tease against my walls as he thrusts into my pussy over and over, making me scream with pleasure.