


Forced to Be A Stripper

by Powerone



Category: Mind Control
Published: 2004-12-04
Updated: 2004-12-04
Packaged: 2017-05-05 22:12:20
Chapters: 1
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/forced-to-be-a-stripper
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=91789&page=submissions
Summary: The use of hypno-therapy to force girls into perverse acts.
Erotica Tags: Ashamed Body, Asshole Michael, Bend Legs, Choking Gagging, Cock
Tearing, Cupped Heavy, Good Vanessa, Humiliation Forced, Running Slit, Teenage
Flesh
Average Rating: 4.53






        Forced to Be A Stripper


The John Mellencamp song was blaring loudly as Vanessa danced around under the
lights. "I want you to dance naked, so I can see you, I'd like to get to know
you, you don't have to act naughty." Her hips moving back and forth,
synchronized with the strings of his guitar, a wanton display of simulated
sex. "Spin it round and round, spin it round and round and round, I want you
to dance naked." Vanessa twirled around, her unbuttoned blouse blowing out to
the side, her bra barely able to contain her large breasts. Her head twirled
in circles, her long brown hair fanning out as her head moved up and down. Her
short, plaid schoolgirl skirt rose up high, almost to her waist, her black
panties silhouetting her white thighs as she twirled sensuously.  
  
The six men in the room watched the teenage girl perform for them. All of them
were middle aged businessmen, except for Doctor Michael, a noted Hypno-
Therapist. He had an uncanny ability to put young girls into a deep
subconscious state. He could make them lose their inhibitions, all while they
were conscious of what they were doing, but unable to stop themselves, unable
to stop from performing whatever Dr. Michael ordered. No act of perversions
the young girls were forced to perform were taboo. Vanessa was his latest
patient. She had just turned 19. Very beautiful as the men all noticed, six
large cocks erect, bulging their pants. She was five foot, eight, about 110
pounds, a slender girl. Her 34C's bounced up and down as she danced. Her green
eyes stared at the men with a peculiar look, the men had seen it before with
Dr. Michael's other girls. It was their brains fighting what their bodies were
doing.  
  
Vanessa couldn't control herself. The bright lights were shining on her body,
the six older men sitting in front of her, their eyes peeled to her body as
she danced; danced as she had never done before, without inhibitions, her
clothes half off of her body. The music went straight through to her brain,
John Mellencamp singing, "I want you to dance naked." She looked at Dr.
Michael, her eyes pleading with him, but she could hear his voice, even over
the loud bass of the song. "Take off your blouse." No, her eyes silently
pleaded with him. She looked down at her hands, her fingers already
unbuttoning the sleeves, her hands pulling the blouse off her shoulders and
throwing it to the floor off to the side. Her face was flushed red in
humiliation as she began to twirl around again, her hair swinging widely,
brushing over her bosom as her hips moved back and forth. She arched her back
out, humiliated as she saw how she looked, her large breasts thrust out as if
she was trying to show them off to anyone watching. She bent at the waist, her
heavy breasts hanging down, afraid that they would break free of the confines
of the bra. She shook her shoulders, her breasts swaying back and forth, over
half of the white flesh revealed to the men, the music providing the tempo for
her gyrations.  
  
Dr. Michael nodded to the other men. "Lovely girl isn't she? And such a nice
body." He rubbed his hand over his hard cock as it strained his pants,
Vanessa's eyes staring at his crotch. She looked up, embarrassed at being
caught looking. "Your bra now Vanessa. Let these gentlemen see your lovely
tits. Make them naked and then dance for us. Let us see them bounce."  
  
Her back was arched, her proud breasts thrust up high as she fought the urges
in her brain. She refused to do such a thing! They would have to rape her,
strip her body naked. She wouldn't do it. She shivered as she felt fingers
behind her back, fumbling with the catch of her bra, her hips gyrating wildly
as she stood in place. Who was doing it? Looking down, her arms had
disappeared out of sight behind her back, her own body betraying her again.
NO! She silently screamed when she felt the sudden release as her bra swung
loose. She felt her breasts swing down. The pendulous flesh was no longer in
the tight, constraining device; the firm, teenage flesh not needing any
support. They were not meant to be covered and supported. They were meant to
be free and naked.  
  
They watched her turn her back to them, her skirt pulled tightly over her firm
ass, her hips swinging back and forth. Her back was almost naked, the bra
strap hanging uselessly, the men eager to see her without the bra. Dr. Michael
had told them about her breasts, wanting to see them in the flesh. She turned
and flashed them a sexy smile, winking as she slowly let the bra slip down her
arms, her palms moving up to take the place of it, her small hands barely able
to contain them. She turned around suddenly, bent down into a deep knee bend,
legs widely spaced, gyrated her pelvis back and forth, the men easily able to
see up her skirt, then back up again. Her arms went quickly behind her neck,
laced together, her back arched again, this time her breasts naked, thrust out
in exhibition. Her light brown areolas were the size of silver dollars, the
loveliest set of hard, pink nipples capped her firm flesh as he undulated
before them, her breasts begin a gentle roll as she continued to dance.  
  
No, she couldn't be doing this, looking down to see how hard her nipples were,
her eyes moving to the men, their eyes pinned to her naked breasts. She tried
to push her hands over her breasts, wanting to hide them from the men. She
looked down, her hands had not moved, still thrusting her breasts out for
them, her shoulders moving again, her naked breasts now moving slowly back and
forth, unencumbered by the restraining bra. She looked like some kind of
whore, stripping naked and dancing for the pleasure of the men.  
  
* * * * *  
  
It had started about a year ago. Vanessa had problems with boys. Boys and men.
Her home life was miserable, mainly caused by men. Her father and brother both
were constantly trying to molest her. So far Vanessa had successfully fought
them off for over four years now, ever since her body began to blossom into
womanhood. This hatred towards men had spilled over into her personal life,
not dating, a virgin at eighteen, an introvert. While extremely beautiful with
such a delicious body, she did not stray much outside of her room at home or
her classes at school. Dr. Michael had been trying to treat her for over a
year, finally convincing her mother to allow her to undergo a week of
intensive hypno-therapy. Her mother, a weak individual, sexually submissive to
her husband, had easily relented under Dr. Michael's dominant personality.  
  
When she had first come to Dr. Michael, the first couple of sessions were very
uninteresting, Vanessa saying very little, cowering in the chair before Dr.
Michael. But Dr. Michael was interested in this girl. While dressed modestly,
learning quickly to hide her body under loose fitting, drab garments, Dr.
Michael could see the gentle swell of her ass as she walked, her breasts
pushing out her top when she stretched her arms back. Dr. Michael was famous,
or infamous depending on how you looked at it, in getting young girls to come
out of their shells. He had an uncanny ability, perfected over the last ten
years, to be able to hypnotize young girls and make them do things that were
normally against their nature. He was often sent the most difficult, accepting
only the attractive, more interested in their bodies than their minds. But his
therapy did work, the girls would return home after just a week with a new
found personality, more outgoing and more personable. And best of all, they
remembered very little. Some flashbacks did occur in the girls, but it was
easily explained as adolescent sexual fantasies, the girls often not even
willing to tell anyone of what they thought they remembered.  
  
Dr. Michael had brought in "investors" over a year ago. For a small sum of
money, well maybe not so small as each one was required to pay $100,000 per
year, they were allowed to participate in the week long "therapy" sessions and
in some cases, might be allowed to participate in the weekly session. They
were allowed to watch the girls "perform." And perform they did. Their minds
tried to fight the urges and commands that Dr. Michael instilled in them,
their bodies unable to resist the powerful subconscious commands. This is what
the investors paid so much for, watching as Dr. Michael made the girls strip
naked for them, their brains fighting their hands as they slowly stripped the
clothes from their bodies; their skin flushed red in embarrassment as their
clothes fell to the floor. Unwillingly spreading their legs, their own hand
being used to put hard cocks into their virgin orifices, performing whatever
perversion Dr. Michael could think of. And Dr. Michael was perverted, his cock
always enjoying the girls to the fullest, with the others joining in, taking
each girl; two, three, and even four men, stuffing all of her holes with their
man sized cocks.  
  
By the second month, Vanessa had at least begun to speak, but not telling much
of her troubles, retreating into silence when Dr. Michael probed her for
further details. "Vanessa, I'm going to hypnotize you. I think it will help
your therapy immensely."  
  
Vanessa sat up, a look of fear in her eyes. "Is it going to hurt?"  
  
"No, in fact you won't remember anything. Can you relax your body?"  
  
She was nervous, but her parents were forcing her to see Dr. Michael. He was
rather handsome, in an older man sort of way. And very smart. Maybe he could
help her. "Yes."  
  
Dr. Michael put a bright, chrome metronome in front of her, the large hand
moving back and forth, the gentle click of the metronome filling the air. He
began to talk to her in a gentle, monotonous voice, more concerned with the
sound than what he was saying. He watched her eyes intently following the
metronome, her pupils moving back and forth, her brain fixating on the shiny
hand, his voice and the metronome clicking a gentle monotonous sound that
lulled her. He continued for ten minutes until finally her eyes began to
slowly close, her chin lowering as she entered a trance. "Very good Vanessa.
In a minute I'm going to wake you. You will do anything I say. Anything
without question, your hands eager to carry out my bidding, ignoring what your
brain might tell you. Do you understand?"  
  
"Yes sir," her head still bowed down, her eyes closed.  
  
"When you hear the word "cunt" your pussy will get wet. You will have very
erotic thoughts and fantasies of being forced to sexually perform in front of
strangers. You will find this very exciting and it will make your pussy cream.
Repeat to me the word."  
  
"When you say cunt my pussy will get wet," her face turning red in
embarrassment. Even though her mouth said the words, her brain felt the
humiliation of saying such naughty things in front of him. What made it even
worse was what he wanted her to do when he said it.  
  
"I want you to wake up now Vanessa." He smiled when her eyes opened.  
  
"I'm sorry it didn't work. Maybe next time." It was as if it never happened as
she continued to stare at the metronome. Dr. Michael turned it off, putting it
back over on the other table.  
  
He moved in front of her, as she remained sitting on the couch. He looked down
at her, her green eyes staring back up at him. "Touch the front of my pants
Vanessa."  
  
Her eyes opened wide in shock. "What do you mean?" Her hands were already
moving up towards his cock. She watched her hands reach out, cringing when she
felt the hard, throbbing cock beneath his trousers. Why was she doing this?
She could feel it jerk when her fingers moved over it. Her hand ran up and
down the shaft that bobbed beneath her fingers, his pants holding it pinned in
tightly. It must be over eight inches long and getting longer. Her fingers
went to the tip and pinched hard, feeling it jerk. NO! She thought to herself.
I can't do this, looking up into Dr. Michael's face, seeing the smirk, her
face turning fiery red in shame as she saw her hands continuing. She thought
she turned her head away to hide her shame, but instead her face moved to the
front of his pants, her mouth moving up to the thick shaft her fingers
outlined and she gasped as her mouth opened and her lips pressed over the
cloth covered cock. She ran her mouth up and down the shaft as if she was
eating an ear of corn, her teeth biting lightly on the shaft. Her lips got to
the head, pressed tightly to it, biting harder through the pants as she
nibbled on it as it throbbed beneath her lips. Her mouth was dry, the material
of his pants soaking up all of her saliva.  
  
"I bet that makes your cunt wet Vanessa?"  
  
Vanessa closed her legs tightly, feeling like she had wet her pants. She felt
a sudden rush between her legs, a wetness that began to spread, causing her
panties to cling to her body from the moisture. Her hips began to squirm as
the pleasurable feeling in her sex grew, a picture in her mind of Dr.
Michael's cock in her mouth as she knelt before him, naked, his foot between
her widely space thighs, his toes running up and down her slit. Her head
bobbed up and down, the thick cock splitting her lips, the taste of cum
lingering in her mouth as her tongue lapped over the hot flesh.  
  
Dr. Michael saw her hips begin a gentle motion, knowing that she was trying to
stimulate her pussy. He was sure that she was extremely wet, he could only
fathom what the sexual image she had in her mind was, but he would wait until
next time to find out. First he wanted some relief from the wanton display
Vanessa was putting on with her mouth. "You need to feel my hot flesh," he
ordered her.  
  
She looked up, licking her lips, her eyes showing her confusion at his
request. But her hands knew the answer, the sound of his zipper sliding down
breaking the silence in the room. The vision of his cock in her mouth came
back to her. She lowered her head so that he could not see her eyes, only to
be confronted by her own hands pushing the pants off Dr. Michael. They reached
around back, grabbing his ass cheeks through his shorts as the pants fell to
his knees. Sensuously, they slid up the inside of his thighs as they moved
toward the bulging pouch of his shorts. It felt like a hand on the back of her
head, but she knew it was only in her mind as her face pressed forward again.
Her mouth, unmistakably open, was again filled with cloth, this time only thin
cotton, the hard cock throbbing beneath it. Her hand held the cock out so she
could run her mouth up and down it, struggling to contain the jerking member
with her small hands, her mouth bringing such pleasure to it. She nibbled on
it again, her teeth now pressing deeper into the flesh, only the thin shorts
stopping her from tasting the flesh beneath her.  
  
Dr. Michael watched as Vanessa performed better than his expectations. He
watched her bend his cock outward until it stood straight out, his shorts
stretched to the breaking point, the bulbous head outlined clearly. You could
even make out the hole in the tip, his shorts already wet with precum. He
moaned loudly as her other hand cupped his heavy, swollen balls while he
watched her mouth slowly engulf the cloth covered cock.  
  
She couldn't do this! Her mind didn't comprehend her own actions, the cock
continued coming closer to her, the smell of his sex permeating her nose. She
felt the thin material of his shorts rubbing over her lips as they stretched
wide around the hot flesh. She put two inches in her teenage mouth and then
closed her lips over it, trapping it within the hot confines. The image of her
fantasy returned, her head bobbing up and down in wild abandonment on his
naked cock, kneeling so submissively in front of him, his toes masturbating
her. She let her tongue run over the tip, feeling the wetness, the salty taste
permeating her mouth, mixing with her saliva. She lapped at the hard cock
until his shorts were wet with her saliva.  
  
Dr. Michael almost regretted the next order, "Take out my cock and jerk it off
on your face but don't put it into your mouth." He wanted to save her mouth
for another time, wanting to see her humiliation as she was forced to swallow
his hard cock deep in her throat.  
  
She looked up again, her green eyes pleading, not sure why she was acting like
this or why she was obeying his orders, but she let the cock slip from her
mouth, her hands grabbing his shorts and yanking them quickly down to his
knees. She was shocked at what she saw. All of the pictures in her sex
education class were of a flaccid penis, not a large, throbbing cock like Dr.
Michael's. It stood out over eight inches long, bobbing before her face, her
tongue running over her lips as she saw it. The head was swollen, almost
purple, a dark band running under the crown, a tiny hole in the center, slick
with his juices. The shaft was covered in long protruding veins, Vanessa
almost able to see them throb with the blood that forced it so erect. Her hand
reached between his legs and cupped the heavy ball sack, feeling the heat,
full of the semen that he intended to shoot onto her face. She gently
squeezed, rewarded with a moan from Dr. Michael's lips, his cock jerking in
pleasure. Another squeeze, this time harder and his hips began to push
forward, his cockhead rubbing on her nose. She tightened her grip on his
balls, pleased at how she was able to manipulate him so easy. Or was she? She
couldn't understand how she instinctively knew what to do, how to make his
cock jerk in pleasure so easily, even while her brain fought the impulses. She
dared not look into his eyes, ashamed at what she was being ordered to
perform. She opened her mouth into a wide O, wanting to take the cock into her
mouth, but she found she couldn't move her head forward.  
  
"No, you may not have my cock but you may suck on my balls." He watched as her
head moved down, her mouth still open. Her head tipped back as she moved up
until his ball sack began to enter her mouth, her lips spreading wide as she
was forced to take in both of his balls. He heard her gag, her mouth filled
with his hairy sack, tinkling the inside of her mouth, her cheeks bulging out
like a squirrel bringing nuts back to his nest. "Now stroke it nicely."  
  
She gagged again, feeling loose hairs in her mouth, trying not to vomit as she
realized that his pubic hairs were running around in her mouth. She could
taste the murky mix of sweat on his balls that sat heavily on her tongue,
pushing it to the bottom of her mouth, her oral cavity filled to capacity. She
sucked in, feeling the ball sack pulled deeper into her mouth until she
choked, the heavy sack banging against her tonsils. She could hear her own
huffing as she was forced to suck all of her air through her nose, her chest
rising and falling as she breathed rapidly. Her thoughts went back to her
dream. Would this be how it felt when he pushed his cock down her throat?
Would she be able to withstand the choking and gagging? Her hand moved up to
the shaft above her face, her tiny hand barely able to encircle the girth. She
let it slide up and down the shaft, her fingers tightened around it just as if
it were her vagina sliding up and down the thick meat. She allowed her
fingernail to scrape over the thick head as her hand slid over it, the sharp
nail running over the piss slit. She felt it shudder, the head leaking on her
fingers, making the journey up and down his shaft easier, sliding almost
effortlessly on his semen.  
  
He wouldn't be able to last long. Vanessa was jerking him off like a seasoned
whore. His balls were compressed into her hot teenage mouth, her sucking
driving the cum from his balls, ready to shoot. Her hands ran up and down his
shaft, faster and faster, his body quivering when she let her sharp nails
scratch painfully over the head, the masochistic thrill exciting him. "A
finger in my asshole would be nice Vanessa. Massage my prostate when I cum."  
  
How could he ask her to do such a filthy thing? She cringed at his command,
ashamed at how she was performing, her innocent hands stroking his cock, her
mouth overflowing with his balls as she continually gagged, each time feeling
his cock jerk in pleasure. She pushed with her finger, finding his asshole,
her hand spreading apart his cheeks until she found the rubbery opening. She
had to fight his sphincter, as she slowly pushed her dry finger into the
opening, his hips moving forward, his balls pushing farther into her mouth,
feeling like they were going to be forced down her throat. She fought her own
body, her mind unable to regain control. She felt her finger slide into his
asshole up to the first joint, feeling his muscle tighten. She let it rub
around the muscle, her other hand continuing the gentle masturbation of his
cock, her mouth sucking his balls deep into the hot confines of her mouth. She
gagged again. She didn't know how she knew, she just did. He was going to cum.
She looked up into his eyes, pleading with him to release her from the control
he had over her body, but he was too far gone, his eyes wide open in lust.  

Dr. Michael couldn't believe how good she was considering she was still a
virgin. She was using tricks that he had never felt the other girls use. He
looked into her eyes, her mouth pulling on his balls, her fingers massaging
his prostate, her sharp fingernail driving such exquisite feelings from his
cock. He need to cum.  
  
She felt his body shudder, a deep moan coming from his lips. She forced her
finger deeper into his asshole, rewarded with the first load of cum driven
from his balls. She felt it traveling up the thick shaft, her fingers sliding
up and down his cock, milking the cum from his body. She looked straight
ahead, only inches from the tip of his cock, her hands aiming the cockhead
directly into her face. She cringed at the thought of what she was about to
experience, the dream image of his cock in her mouth as he filled her oral
cavity, bulging out her cheeks returning. She saw the first load of cum shoot
out the tiny hole almost in slow motion. She cringed when she felt the hot,
heavy fluid land on her nose, feeling like it was burning her flesh as her
hands and mouth continued the masturbation. She moved the cock to her nose,
sticking the piss slit into one of her nostrils, her hand stroking the cock,
driving another load of cum from his balls. She coughed, the hot cum shooting
up into her nose, shooting down into the back of her throat, gagging her. She
couldn't breathe, her mouth and half of her nose filled with his sex, no
choice but to swallow the cum that trickled down her throat. She was pleased
with herself, remembering his order not to take his cock in her mouth, her
nose allowing her to taste the salty fluids as it slid down her throat. Why
was she doing this? Not only was she following his orders, she was even going
beyond them, forcing her own body into perverse acts she'd never known before.  
  
Michael shot two more loads of cum on her face, three loads total and one up
her nose. Her continual hand job and the finger massaging his prostate kept
his cock shooting cum until her face was covered in a thick layer of hot cum,
shining in the bright lights of the room. She pulled his balls from her mouth,
his sack covered in a slick film of saliva. His fingers ran over her face
scooping up a bunch of cum and pressing it to her lips. A disgusted look came
over her face, cringing, as she knew what he wanted her to do. Her tongue
hesitantly moved out of her teenage mouth, a tiny pubic hair still on it as
she licked up the thick gob of cum and sucked it into her mouth, a gag coming
from deep in her throat as she was filled with the thick, salty fluid. He
wiped more, her tongue returning to pick up the dreaded fluid he fed to her,
pulling it into her mouth.  
  
Her mouth was rapidly filling with the thick semen, unable to swallow it,
gagging each time she tried to. The foul tasting fluid seemed to permeate
every corner of her oral cavity, sloshing around, mixing with the abundance of
saliva. Three times he made her lick the cum from her lips, three times she
tried to swallow, each time almost vomiting as she did. She pulled her finger
from his asshole with a loud pop, her other hand, slick with his cum, stopped
stroking the flaccid cock. He stepped back, Vanessa bending over and spitting
out the mouthful of cum onto the floor, choking and gagging as she did. How
could she have done such a thing? Her mouth filled with the awful taste of his
cum.  
  
"Go into the bathroom and clean up," Dr. Michael ordered her.  
  
She returned in minutes, her face fresh, a sweet smile in place. Dr. Michael
was a pillar of propriety, his clothes back on, a look of contentment on his
face. "That was a very productive session Vanessa. I think we learned so many
new things about you and your abilities."  
  
"Thank you sir," not sure why he said that, but knowing she had to leave. For
some reason she felt humiliated, her face red in shame as she hurried from the
room, her wet panties clinging to her sex as she walked. The next session with
her was going to be even more enjoyable, he thought.  
  
* * * * *  
  
He watched as she slowly opened her dress, a plain white bra revealed, but it
could do little to hide her cleavage, her chest already red in embarrassment
as her hands refused her mind and began to strip. She stopped at her waist,
looking up at him, awaiting further orders, hoping none would be forthcoming.
"Slip it back Vanessa, let me see those lovely tits."  
  
It was only days later when Vanessa returned. She had this distressed look on
her face as she let the dress fall to the side, having to slide the material
over her thrust out breasts, ashamed as Dr. Michael stared at them. She did as
he said, putting her arms over her head, arching her back so that her breasts
now stuck out boldly.  
  
"Yes, such lovely tits Vanessa." He stood up, moving next to her, her eyes
opened wide, like a frightened child. He bent over her, his hands seeking out
her breasts, her back arching up higher to meet his hands.  
  
She quivered when she felt his hands touch her breasts. She had pushed her
breasts into his large palms, unable to stop herself. His hands encircled the
globes, squeezing tightly on her flesh. His touch was harsh, not like a lover
would do. She could feel her nipples begin to harden in her bra, ashamed that
her body was reacting to what he was doing to her. She was not willingly
submitting to him, he was taking her against her wishes, unable to stop him.
She watched as his hands continued to molest her flesh, pushing her breasts
out of the top of her bra.  
  
"Do you like me handling your tits like this Vanessa? I hope so, because now I
want you to remove your bra and let me see them naked. Reach back and let me
see those lovelies." He removed his hands and stepped back, his hand moving
down to his pants, letting the zipper run down.  
  
She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, her eyes glued to his pants as
Dr. Michael slowly withdrew his hard cock, his hand grabbing the throbbing
flesh in his palm, stroking up and down as he watched her pull the bra off her
shoulders. She put her hands over her breasts as she pushed the bra off,
trembling at being almost naked in front of him. It was bad enough with Dr.
Michael stroking his naked cock in front of her, now she was about to be half-
naked also. Her hands were glued to her naked breasts, her hard nipples poking
her palms. How could they get so hard from the forced stripping of her body?
"No, I can't do it," she begged, his eyes staring back at her, knowing that
she could not refuse, her mind unable to stop her body. She felt the cold rush
of air on her naked chest, looking down, surprised to see her hands cupping
her breasts as if offering them up for his approval. Her back arched, her
nipples pointed up high, the dark areola's outlining the hard, pink nipples
that darted out from the center. She blushed, her chest burned red as she saw
his hand stroking his cock faster.  
  
"Very good Vanessa. Now lie back down, hands over your head and stretch. Arch
your back so that your tits stick out." She lay down, her arms automatically
shooting over her head, her firm breasts pulled up, her nipples over an inch
long and growing. Her body seemed to be getting aroused in spite of her
protests.  
  
She watched him slowly undress, removing the rest of his clothes. She could
not take her eyes off of his cock or the large balls that swung below them. It
was as if she was hypnotized by the sight. Her eyes widened in fear when he
moved towards her, his cock bobbing up and down, the large head a dark, angry
red. She could see tiny drops of fluid on the head, glistening in the bright
lights. What was he going to do? "Please don't," she begged, not even sure
what he was going to do, but his being naked scared her.  
  
He moved down onto the couch, watching her eyes on his cock as he put his
knees on both sides of her stomach, seeing her shiver when his hot balls
rubbed over her stomach as he dragged them up. His cock jerked in
anticipation, moving closer to her firm breasts. "I'm going to titty fuck you
Vanessa. I'm going to slip by cock in your cleavage. Then I want you to grab
both of your tits and wrap them tightly around my cock. Once you do that, I'm
going to fuck you with my hips, driving my cock up and down inside your lovely
teenage tits." He waited, her hands moving up as he moved in closer.  
  
Her hands moved to cup her breasts from the side, jumping as she felt his hot
flesh touch her silky breasts, feeling like it was burning her. She saw the
head move over her skin, leaving a glistening trail of pre-cum on her as he
moved it to her cleavage. She pushed her breasts around his cock, trapping his
thickness between her teenage breasts, her hands holding them harshly
together, making sure that it was a tight fit. His fingers touched her
nipples, sending a shiver through her body. He pulled on them, making them
stretch, his strong fingers almost painful. But she could feel the wetness
between her legs, not understanding how her body could betray her like this.  
  
Michael poured some oil on his cock, dripping the greasy fluid over her
breasts until they were slick. "Now hold tight," pumping his cock back and
forth between her breasts, her eyes staring down as his cockhead pushed out
the top of her tits, almost banging into her chin. He took long strokes,
feeling her luxurious flesh running over his hard cock, her nipples
occasionally touching his cockhead, making it jerk in appreciation. He saw her
straining to keep her tits around his cock, his powerful strokes pushing hard.
"How do you like being titty fucked Vanessa?" He gave an extra powerful
plunge, his cock pushing out the other end, banging into her chin. He reached
down with his hand, pushing her head down, lining up her mouth with the thrust
of his cock. "Open your mouth Vanessa."  
  
She struggled to keep his cock within the confines of her breasts, his
punishing strokes making it difficult. Her nipples hurt where they were rubbed
harshly or his hands pinched them. Her skin was turning red from the hard
flesh that pushed back and forth, relentlessly. She looked at the cock as it
pushed through each time, glistening in the light, a combination of the oil
and pre-cum that dripped from the head. She felt his fingers on her head,
forcing her to mouth to line up with the large cock between her breasts. No!
What did he want from her now? Still, her mouth opened in response to his
command, cringing at what he intended to do. She couldn't shut her mouth, a
gaping hole, his cock aimed for it each time he stroked her. His heavy balls
dragged on her stomach, the prickly hair irritating her flesh. How she wished
he would cum, but with her mouth open now, she was afraid of where he would
cum. "EEEEHH," she cried out as the head of his cock slipped into her mouth,
filling it with the foul taste of cum and oil. But her lips gripped it as it
pulled out, her tongue trying to run over the head, too late, his fucking
getting faster and faster. Why was she doing such a disgusting thing?  
  
"That's a good girl Vanessa, wrap those sweet lips around my cock when I fuck
into your mouth. If you're really good I'll shoot my cum in your mouth," he
laughed as he teased her, his cock thrusts becoming more urgent, the need to
cum getting closer. He reached down with his hands, completely encircling
hers, pushing her tits together closer, wanting the best titty fuck possible.
"Now keep your mouth open and your head down. I'm going to blow my wad of cum
all over your face."  
  
She began to panic, trying to close her mouth, unable to control her own body
functions, his hands holding her breasts tightly around the thick cock that
continued to plunge up and down her cleavage. She felt him jerk, shoving his
cock harder than before, sending it flying through her tits, the thick head
popping out the other end. It almost looked like slow motion as she saw it
jerk, the tiny slit in the head opening up. Then suddenly she was showered
with his hot cum, the milky fluid shooting onto her innocent face. She felt it
hit her lips and nose, sliding slowly down. She couldn't close her mouth as it
dripped inside the hot confines of her oral cavity, mixing with her saliva to
quickly spread to her tongue. She tasted the foul fluid, thick and salty. God,
how many times was he going to do this to her, force her to taste his semen?
Why couldn't she stop him from degrading her?  
  
Dr. Michael pumped his cock back and forth, three loads of cum drenching her
face and mouth, the look of disgust making his cock harder as he saw her
tongue licking at her lips, drawing his cum deeper into her mouth. "Yes
Vanessa, taste my cum again. Soon you will learn to suck my cock and make me
cum in your teenage mouth. For now, you will have to be content with the taste
of my juices." He finally finished, pulling his softening cock from her
breasts, admiring her upper body and face covered with a thick coat of oil and
cum, slowly dripping down as Vanessa was still frozen. He pulled off of her,
making sure that he scooped up some cum from her face, pushing it into her
mouth, making her lick it.  
  
He finally got off of her, the taste of his cum filling her mouth. She looked
down, her young breasts now red and abused, shining from the oil and cum
lathered onto her flesh. She felt so ashamed, her body degraded, Dr. Michael
performing such perversities on her innocent body, Vanessa not able to stop
him or even herself from aiding him. She went to the bathroom again, cleaning
up, returning to the room, Dr. Michael acting like nothing happened. Vanessa
was afraid of coming back again, afraid of what he had in store for her next
time. But she knew she had to, her brain unable to stop her.  
  
* * * * *  
  
Vanessa couldn't understand why she began to get aroused when she thought
about her next session with Dr. Michael. Maybe it was the strange, erotic
dreams she was having almost every night now. She would often wake up
surprised to find her hand stuck inside her panties, her fingers wet. She
could almost vividly see his cock, the dome shaped head, the veins running
down the thick shaft, the heavy pair of balls, swollen with his semen. In her
dreams, she was forced to service his cock with her hands, once even with her
breasts, his cock thrusting between them, pumping his hips back and forth as
if he was fucking. Each time, her face received his cum, the hot fluids
dripping down, her mouth always having a lingering taste of his salty, thick
cum. She looked forward to today's session, arriving early.  
  
She was waiting in the lobby, another girl coming out, looking the same age.
She had such a serene look on her face, a flushed glow about her. She smiled
at Vanessa as she passed, then turning to Dr. Michael, "thank you Dr. Michael,
I feel so much better."  
  
"You're welcome. See you at your next session. Afternoon Vanessa. Come in." He
stood behind her as she walked in, his cock already jerking as her hips swayed
so seductively, her ass moving so sensuously. "You look very pretty today."  
  
"Thank you Dr. Michael." She went to sit in her usual chair.  
  
"No, I think you would be more comfortable on the floor Vanessa. More room for
you to stretch out."  
  
"But ..." she found herself sitting on the floor before she could even think
of protesting, feeling a little uncomfortable down there.  
  
Michael threw a pillow on the floor, "Put this behind your head and lie down
flat."  
  
She obeyed, seeing Dr. Michael move to the floor, kneeling beside her.  
  
"Arch your back for me, stick out those lovely big tits," he ordered her, the
look in her eyes priceless.  
  
"WWWWHHHAAATT??," she exclaimed, finding her lower back off of the ground, her
weight shifted to her shoulders, looking down, seeing her breasts thrust out
so brazenly.  
  
"Ask me to touch them Vanessa. You want my hands to fondle your breasts so
bad, your cunt is wet."  
  
She tightened her thighs, feeling her jeans pushed into her crotch. It felt
like she wet her pants. She felt this tingling between her legs, the first
stirrings of her arousal. She wished she could turn over, slip the pillow
between her legs and rub herself. She didn't even care if Dr. Michael was
watching, in fact the thought of it made her wetter. She arched her back
higher, her breasts prominently display as she said, "please play with my
tits," ashamed at her own words.  
  
She shuddered as his large hands encircled her breasts, moaning as she felt
her nipples harden, the male touch on them exciting her. "Harder," not even
understanding what she was asking for. She was rewarded with a firm clenching
of her breasts, his powerful hands compressing her teenage flesh. It felt like
her nipples would explode. "The tips, squeeze them," turning red at what she
was asking him to do. "MMMMM," she felt his fingers find her nipples, an easy
task as they pushed sharply out on the sweater she was wearing.  
  
"It would be easier if you were naked. Don't you want to show me your lovely
naked teenage breasts?" He moved his hands away, waiting as he looked into her
eyes, seeing the inner turmoil.  
  
No, she couldn't, but she had already sat up, her arms pulling up the sweater,
watching as her bra was slowly revealed, at least glad that she had worn a
lacey black one today, contrasting sharply with her white cleavage that was so
abundantly displayed. "Please don't make me do this," her back arching again,
her breasts so prominently display. "Touch them," she begged.  
  
"First your bra Vanessa. Get them naked for my fingers." He loved to see the
confusion in her eyes as she fought her own urges.  
  
She moved her hands behind her back, finding the clasp, quickly unsnapping it,
watching as her bra slipped loose. Her hands moved to the shoulder straps, her
eyes pleading with him and the control he had over her, letting the straps
slide seductively down her arms. She looked down, her naked breasts heaving in
lust. "Now please," she begged, pushing her naked tits in front of him. She
remembered this dream she had, a man pushing his cock between her naked
breasts, forcing her to squeeze them around his throbbing member as his hips
pumped in back and forth. She could almost feel the hot cum shooting on her
face. She suddenly snapped out of her thoughts, her breasts clenched in Dr.
Michael's hands, not like a lover, but one in lust, fingers tugging at her
nipples. A delicious shiver ran through her as her nipples were teased by his
squeezing and pulling on the sensitive tips. Her back arched out farther,
pushing her full breasts into his hands, urging them to take further liberties
with her firm flesh. She looked down, her pussy wet with excitement as she saw
his fingers playing with her breasts, seeing his fingers pinch her nipples,
then the sharp pain quickly rushing to her brain.  
  
She had to, fighting back the urge, not wanting to degrade herself further,
but out of her mouth came the words, "please suck on them, please." She saw
his head move down, her vision blocked by the top of his head, feeling his hot
breath blowing on her swollen tips. She moved her hands to his head, "please,"
pushing down until she felt a pair of wet lips wrap around one of her swollen
buds, her body shuddering, a soft moan from her mouth.  
  
Michael sucked the hardened tip into his mouth, his tongue lapping at it,
slapping it back and forth. Her hands held his head tightly, forcing it down
on her teenage breast as if he was nursing.  
  
She shuddered again, his other hand sliding down her naked stomach, her pussy
juicing as she prayed for him to continue. His head moved between her breasts,
feeling the sharp stubble of his beard scraping along her tender flesh. It
hurt when his stubble rubbed her sensitive nipple, the pain quickly erased as
his mouth encompassed the other tit, sucking the flesh deep into his mouth
like a giant vacuum, his tongue playing over her areola and nipple, lathering
it with his hot saliva.  
  
Michael pulled back, looking down at her teenage breasts, glistening with his
saliva, her nipples now a dark red, swollen with lust. He could see it in her
eyes, her body aroused. "Your jeans now Vanessa. Unbuckle them and pull the
zipper down. Let me see your lovely panties."  

Vanessa no longer cared, wanting to tear off her clothes for him, her fingers
moving quickly to her jeans, the snap unbuttoned, the zipper noisily pulled
down, spreading them back so Dr. Michael could see her blue panties, a silky
thong that she wore today. She could not longer contain her emotions, her
arousal getting the best of her.  
  
"Raise your ass up and pull down your jeans to your knees Vanessa. Let me see
that lovely pussy nestled beneath your panties. Tease me."  
  
He wanted her to act like a whore, slowly stripping for him, degrading
herself. She felt her jeans sliding down her legs, her naked breasts heaving
up and down, her body still on fire. She stopped at her knees, more
embarrassed to be partly dressed, her jeans trapping her legs like a rope
would do. She looked up at him, his eyes staring between her legs, her panties
already wet, humiliated at being treated like this, ashamed at how her body
was betraying her. She shivered when his hand moved down the flat plane of her
stomach, moving slowly downward, sucking in her stomach as his fingers played
over her belly button ring. He traced a finger along the waist of her panties,
teasing her, seeing tiny goose bumps appear on her tanned flesh. She didn't
know how much longer she could stand his teasing fingers.  
  
Michel let his fingers slip under the top band of her panties, her skin
beneath warm, sliding lower until he came to her bush, neatly trimmed into a
triangle. He felt her hips moving up, urging his fingers downward. "Do you
want me to touch your pussy Vanessa?"  
  
He was going to make her beg again. An older man making her beg to have him
touch her teenage body. How could he do this to her? "NNoo," she murmured, but
her hand was already moving down to his, placed on top, pressure moving it
downward, pushing his hands towards her pussy. She tilted up her hips, almost
driving her sex into his waiting fingers. "MMMMM, God, please," when she felt
his finger running down her slit, not touching her clit, but quickly moving
between her pouty lips, spreading them apart, embarrassed because she knew she
had found out how wet she was.  
  
Michael watched as she tried to spread her legs, her jeans preventing her, the
look of anguish on her face as his fingers began to run up and down her slit,
his fingers slick with her juices. She might be protesting, but her pussy
definitely desired his fingers. He would soon find out if it had the same
feelings for his cock. "Take off your jeans, Vanessa." He watched her quickly
strip off her jeans, taking his hand and placing it back into her panties, her
eyes wide open in lust. Her legs were now spread wide, giving him complete
access to her sex.  
  
How could she? Acting like a whore and stripping off her jeans, so eagerly
wanting his hands back that she actually grabbed one hand and shoved it
harshly into her panties! She almost came when she felt his fingers return to
her pussy, this time her widely spaced thighs giving him greater access to her
slit. God it felt so good as her hips began to move back and forth, rubbing
her pussy against his fingers that split her lips apart. "AAAAH," his fingers
finding her tight opening, two fingers sliding easily in, her juices coating
the digits that plunged inside.  
  
"Now your panties Vanessa, take them off, show me that pretty pussy," Dr.
Michael ordered her, his hands almost ripping her panties as he fingered her
tight pussy.  
  
She knew that once they were gone, there would be nothing to stop him from
further ravishing her body, feeling embarrassed to be naked in front of him,
still not fully understanding why she continued to obey him. She only felt a
desire between her legs that needed quenching, his fingers making her so
aroused, needing to be satisfied. She looked into his eyes as her hands moved
down to her panties, gripping them tightly, lowering them down her sleek
flanks, his eyes following her every movement.  
  
"Good girl, now bring your legs up and part them wide, spread your pussy open
for me." His eyes watched as she hesitated, finally her legs moving up, and
slowly began to part, her pussy lips parting, her wet pink insides glistening
in the brightly lighted room. He smiled, her eagerness her downfall. It was
time to fuck her. "Take out my cock, Vanessa."  
  
She looked up at him. Was he going to fuck her? Her hands already moved down
to his pants, unbuckling them, her fingers finding his zipper, feeling his
large cock throbbing beneath the straining pants. She let her fingers touch
it, her hand molded around the hard cock, letting her fingers slide up and
down the shaft, feeling it jump and quiver beneath her touch. How could she
act like such a whore? His cock felt huge beneath her little hands, pulsating
beneath her fingers as she stroked it, feeling it jump and twitch beneath her
touch. Her fingers slipped inside his shorts, almost jerking back when she
felt the hot flesh burning her fingers. She heard him moan softly, pleased at
what she was doing to him. Her fingers became more insistent now, the thought
of being fucked slowly slipping from her thoughts, just thinking of the
pleasure she was bringing to him.  
  
Michael watched as her hands slipped inside his shorts, grasping his cock, her
fingers sliding up and down his shaft. "Pull down my shorts Vanessa," watching
as her eyes opened wide again, knowing that her brain was unable to control
what her hands were doing. He lifted his hips up as she slipped his shorts
down, his cock popping free, jerking up and down.  
  
It was so big, the head an angry red, the shaft covered with heavy veins that
ran up the sides. She let her hands slip below, cupping the huge balls that
hung down, feeling the heat of his body as her small hand cupped one ball,
squeezing it, seeing his hips rise up. NO! She couldn't, her head moving
closer, her mouth already opening. NOOO! She felt the hot flesh touch her
lips, a faint taste of salty fluid on her lips. She let her lips enclose the
bulbous head, her tongue tentatively reaching out, rubbing over the head. She
tightened her lips when she felt it jerk in her mouth, her tongue running over
the head, slipping down beneath the dome shape, running under the ridge. She
turned red when she saw him looking at her, imagining how she must look, his
cock in her mouth, twitching and jerking. How could she suck his cock as if it
was a lollypop?  
  
Michael was pleased with her, the look of anguish in her eyes as her mouth so
eagerly sucked his cock. She might not like it, but she was good at it, her
hot mouth engulfing his cock, her tongue so eagerly playing over the flesh
that filled her mouth so fully. He pushed with his hips, watching his cockhead
push out the sides of her cheeks. "Take it deeper Vanessa."  
  
She felt his cock pushing into her mouth, afraid of his command, but her head
moved forward, seeking to take it deeper, gagging as it pushed to the back of
her throat. She looked up at Dr. Michael, a smile on his face as she knew that
she would have to go deeper, in spite of the choking and gagging she was
already experiencing. Her throat revolted, choking, opening up as the huge
bulbous head of his cock slowly slid down the saliva coated tract, filling her
tiny throat with his pulsating flesh.  
  
Another gag, his cock jerking in appreciation as her throat spasms brought
such pleasure to his cock. It was almost as good as a tight pussy, but not
quite. He needed to seek the hot, tight depths of her virgin pussy. He looked
down to see tears running down her cheeks, partly from the humiliation of
being forced to suck his cock, partly due to the choking she was experiencing
from being throat fucked. He pulled his hips backwards, his saliva drenched
cock slipping from her lips.  
  
"Lay back, Vanessa. Bring your legs back and spread them really wide. It's
time to lose your virginity and learn how to fuck."  
  
No she couldn't. She had fought so long to preserve her virginity, fighting
off her own family, her brother and father always trying to molest her, always
trying to get into her pants. Even the boys at school, each eagerly seeking to
take her prized possession. How could she do it now? To a doctor, an older man
that had no interest in her except for sex. She fought the desires that
pulsated through her body, the unexplained feelings that kept driving her
lower into the depths of depravity, her mouth still tasting of the salty
fluids that leaked from his cock. She looked down, on her back now, her naked
body spread before him in all her splendor. Her breasts rose and fell, her
heavy breathing breaking the silence in the room. Her nipples stood out hard,
almost aching, a gentle breeze across them sending shivers through her body.
She looked down farther, seeing her legs spreading wide, her pussy lips
spreading apart, her juices glowing in the bright lights. Dr. Michael stood
over her, watching as she slowly revealed her virgin pussy, his cock bobbing
up and down, his hand gripping the shaft, sliding up and down as he watched
her.  
  
He could barely make out her vagina, the tight, dark hole just a tiny indent.
His cock would soon change that. He moved down, kneeling between her legs. He
touched her legs, urging them up, making her bend her knees, bowing her legs
outward, her sex now fully exposed. "Spread wider, pull your legs up. Let me
see that virgin pussy that I am going to deflower."  
  
Her eyes begged him no, but her legs would not obey, slowly spreading wider,
feeling his knees pushing outward on her tender thighs, her legs slowly
bending and moving higher. She looked down, her legs spread obscenely, her
pussy lips already spread back, able to see her pink inner pussy. She looked
up at him, his hand fisting the giant cock, the dark red helmet on it so
menacing. The head already glistened with his pre-cum, his hand stroking it up
and down. She couldn't believe it, it even grew bigger as he stroked it. It
would never fit! "No, don't do this to me! Don't fuck me," she blurted out in
protest.  
  
"Why Vanessa, I wouldn't do such a thing. You're going to do it. I want you to
take your soft little hands and wrap them around my cock. Then rub the thick
head up and down your juicy slit. Get it nice and wet. I know your pussy is
wet. You want to get fucked."  
  
She sat up, her hands reaching out as she said, "no, I can't do that," but her
hands continued to move, shivering when they wrapped around the hot, throbbing
flesh. She could feel it pulsating in her hand, jerking as she tightened her
grip, already moving up and down the thick shaft. It was so big, her hand
barely able to wrap around it, moving up and down passing over the thick ridge
of the head, seeing his sticky fluid leaking out the tip. Her finger rubbed
over the tip, feeling the slick fluid touch her fingers. It made it easier to
slide up and down the shaft.  
  
"Now rub it up and down your wet little slit Vanessa."  
  
Her hand was already moving it down, feeling it bend, her legs spreading wider
as it came closer. "MMMMM," she moaned as it touched her flesh, feeling like
it was burning her; the hard, throbbing member jerking as it touched her.
"NNNNO," she cried, tears falling from her eyes as she saw him watching her
degrade herself. She could feel the hard cock slide easily up and down her
slit, her juices flowing freely now, the pulsating flesh slippery.  
  
"Yes Vanessa, your body wants it. Let it slide back, feel my cock on your tiny
asshole."  
  
Her face couldn't mask the disgust she felt when she heard that. Her asshole!
What was he thinking of doing? Her legs spread wider, her cheeks spreading
apart, unable to stop the thick cock from sliding down between her legs,
moving up. "GGGGHH," she cried out when she felt the hot flesh touch her anus.
She could feel her anus pulsating as it was touched for the first time. "NNNO,
don't make me," she cried, even as her own hand pushed harder on the head of
the cock.  
  
"Such a good girl Vanessa. How do you think it would feel to have my cock up
your tight little asshole Vanessa? Would you like that? Push a little harder,
feel how much it would have to stretch to take just the head inside," he
taunted her.  
  
How could he even want to do such a thing to her? She grunted as her hand
pushed on the cock, straining to force the bulbous head inside her anus. She
felt a burning, her anus slowly forced to open as her own hand began to push
the hard cock inside her. "NO, NO!"  
  
"Time to lose your virginity Vanessa. Take my cock and put it into your
vagina." Dr. Michael made his cock jerk, feeling the tightness of her asshole.
I'm going to have to fuck her asshole today. It's just too tight to pass up,
he thought.  
  
She felt her hand fisting his cock, her tiny palm barely able to go around the
hard shaft as she pushed harder, her hips rising up as it banged painfully at
the gate of her sex. How could it fit inside her tiny vagina? She felt him
pushing down, seeing the smirk on his face as she helped him take her
virginity, her hips pushing against the hard shaft. She felt her vagina
stretching to take it inside her, grunting as it slowly spread her open.
"AAGGH," she cried out, her hips driving up and pushing his hard cock inside,
the thick head slippery with her juices finally forcing inside her, her vagina
gripping tightly on the bulbous head. "Don't move!" Vanessa cried out, a
single tear falling from her eye, knowing that the end of her virginity was
near.  
  
"What a tight, hot pussy Vanessa. Now push again, let me sink my cock inside
that sweet virgin pussy." Dr. Michael smiled as he looked down at her, the
searching eyes attempting to try to fathom why she was doing what she was,
afraid as she felt for the first time a hard, throbbing cock at the entrance
to her virgin passage.  
  
Her hips moved in circles, the throbbing cockhead trapped in her tight hole.
It was so big. How could she take the huge member inside her? Even worse, she
knew that he intended to fuck her; that was even more frightening. It was so
long, thick veins running up the shaft, the ridge running around the massive
head would rub her tender passage as it plowed in and out her virgin pussy.
She felt her hips moving up from the floor, arching up to receive his weapon.
She couldn't help herself, feeling her vagina slowly forced to engulf the huge
cock, spreading her legs out farther, anything to stop the terrible pressure
of the pulsating flesh that was embedded in her virgin pussy. "NNNOO, it's
tooo big," she cried, her face showing her anguish as she fucked herself for
the first time, forced by his unseen power to control her body. But all he did
was smile down at her, looking between her legs.  
  
Dr. Michael watched her pussy slowly swallow his cock, feeling it bang against
the tiny barrier that was her hymen, knowing that he would soon take her
cherry. Better yet, she would be the one that was doing it, always remembering
how she lost her virginity to an older man. He made his cock jerk inside her,
feeling her vaginal walls clinging so tightly to his flesh, squeezing the
blood from the head. He had to fight the urge to cum, her pussy clenching and
unclenching on his hard cock, massaging it with her silky insides. "Push real
hard Vanessa," slowly drawing his cock from her pussy until it was barely
grasped by her tight hole, getting it ready for the final fuck that would
deflower her. "Now Vanessa," he shouted at her, seeing her body react to the
loud boom of his voice.  
  
His voice scared her, the demanding tone forcing her to drive her hips up with
an urgency that she couldn't understand. She gritted her teeth, knowing that
his cock would rip through her hymen, forever taking her virginity by force,
an unseen mental force that radiated throughout her body driving her into the
depths of depravity. "EEEH," she screamed through her clench lips, her scream
muffled as his lips crusher hers, the pain shooting through her loins, his
cock tearing her hymen in a powerful thrust of her own hips, the giant head of
his cock tearing into her virgin passage.  
  
He was pleased, the scream that he had heard so many times when a virgin is
deflowered almost made him cum, his lips clasped tightly to hers, making sure
that he didn't miss the climatic moment when she lost her virginity. She was
so tight, his cock barely able to get inside her. His cock jerked in
appreciation as her pussy clamped down tightly on it, squeezing it. He saw the
tear in her eye as she realized what had happened to her.  
  
How could this have happened? She had been saving herself for so long,
refusing the countless number of boys that were always trying to talk their
way into her panties. And now it was gone, gone to an older man that didn't
love her, only wanting to fuck her. And to make it worse, she had helped him.
Helped him to take her priceless virginity. She was brought back to the sudden
reality when she felt the hard, thick cock begin to enter her, Dr. Michael
beginning to fuck her. God, it felt huge, her pussy clinging to it, trying to
stop it from entering her deeper, his powerful thrusts no match for her. She
bowed her legs out to the side but just made it worse, his hips able to slide
between her legs easier, able to use his strength to pump her with his cock.
She felt it dragging out, almost as painful as the entry then the sudden rush
back inside that almost took her breath away.  
  
He loved the look on face as he fucked her for the first time. Her lips were
clenched tightly, her eyes almost staring blankly as he pumped her with his
cock, feeling the tightness of her silky walls gripping his cock. She even
allowed him greater access to her, spreading her legs wider. He reached down,
his hands gripping her behind the knees. "Spread your legs wider Vanessa.
Don't worry it will feel good in a minute. You just need to get used to having
a big cock inside you." He heard her grunt as he pushed in harder, over half
of his cock inside her.  
  
His hips began to move faster, his powerful hands gripping her legs behind the
knees, thrusting them up higher, the plane of her sex now so open to him. She
looked down, shocked at the spectacle of her ravishment, Dr. Michael using her
body like a three-dollar whore while all she could do was take his powerful
thrusts inside her once virgin pussy. She could almost feel every bump, vein
and lump on his cock as he plunged it in and out her tight pussy, each time he
went deeper. "AGGH," she cried as his hips pushed forward, his stomach
slapping against hers, feeling his heavy balls smack on her anus. She had
never felt so full, his thick, throbbing organ buried inside her, twitching
and jerking in pleasure. She could feel her pussy walls involuntarily clinging
and clenching on his cock.  
  
It felt like a silky glove clinging to his cock, his cock buried deep inside
her hot, tight pussy. She had all of it inside her, a look of utter amazement
on her face as his cock throbbed inside her. He made it jerk, seeing the
surprised look on her face as it came alive. He couldn't wait any longer,
slowly drawing his cock out of her pussy, her pussy clinging to it as if she
didn't want him to leave, until only the head was enclosed inside her, her
tight hole gripping him just under the ridge of his cock. He looked down, his
cock sporting a sheen, six inches waiting to push back in. He didn't want to
disappoint her, thrusting inside her to bury all of his cock in one powerful
motion, the air forced from her lungs as his body laid on hers; her cervix
receiving the punishing cockhead as his cock lay buried inside her. He saw her
ragged breathing as she tried to come to grips with her first fuck. He didn't
have time to wait, drawing it back out, then back in again, beginning a
fucking that made her tits bounce on her chest as she lay there, spread open
for his pleasure.  
  
It began to feel good, his cock sliding in and out, her pussy getting used to
having something so big inside her. This was different from her usual
masturbation, his cock was dragging along her clit, feeling much better then
her fingers. She was just embarrassed at how she was so exposed and her
acceptance of the situation. She began to push up on her hips, meeting his
downwards motions, her pussy now receiving more powerful strokes. She looked
away from Dr. Michael, not wanting to see his look as he felt her responding
to his fucking of her pussy, but she couldn't stop any longer.  

Michael was pleased with how she was responding. It was no longer his mind
control, she was enjoying it. She met his movements with her own, their bodies
clashing with powerful thrusts, the sound of slapping flesh ringing out in the
room. His hands moved under her ass, his large hands each gripping her cheeks
tightly, forcing her ass up even higher, feeling her muscles in her ass cheeks
tighten. She was taking the strokes from his big cock with ease now, his cock
sliding up and down her slick pussy. He moved his body, his head easing down
to her chest, his mouth seeking out and finding her breasts. His lips touched
her nipple, her back arching up, thrusting her tits into his mouth. He clamped
down tightly on the hard bud, sucking it deeper into his mouth while his
tongue played across it, slapping at it with his wet flesh.  
  
God, what was he doing to her? His mouth sucked her breast as a baby would do,
her nipples hardened by his mouth and tongue as his cock continued to fuck
her. His hands gripped her ass, forcing her up to take his powerful strokes
deep inside her, knowing that she couldn't last much longer. "MMMM," she
moaned, not even caring any longer, just wanting to have an orgasm.  
  
Michael moved from one breast to the other, his hand rubbing one nipple while
his mouth sucked the other, keeping her body sexually aroused. He wanted to
make her cum, feeling her body responding. He pulled up on her ass, forcing
her to take his cock deeper, her moans signaling that she was ready. One last
thing before he made her cum, his hands moving under her, sliding closer
together, pulling her cheeks apart as he fucked her. He felt her trying to
jerk away as his fingers moved over her anus, fingers on each side, knowing
that she would never had allowed anyone to touch her there, his fingers the
first to touch the tiny hole.  
  
"NNNO, PLLLEASSE NO," she cried out when she felt his hands sliding along her
ass. Why would anyone want to be touched there? She fought, but she was pinned
beneath his large body, her legs pulled wide, unable to stop him from having
his way with her. She squirmed but all that did was drive his cock to rub
along her clit from a different angle, bringing her closer to the orgasm that
she needed so badly now. She felt the finger touching her anus, surprised at
how different it felt, sending a tingling feeling along her spine, the thick
finger tapping at it. She felt him pump his hips harder, driving his cock
deeper into her pussy, his finger poised at her anus. She didn't want him to
touch her there, fearing how far he would go, but she couldn't stop him, her
arms unwilling to move to stop him, waiting for what was the inevitable time
when he would force his finger inside.  
  
Her pussy felt so good wrapped around his cock, the tightness milking him,
knowing he would have to cum soon. He was still driving her hips up with his
hands, making her take deep, hard strokes, loving the way her breasts bounced
as he fucked her, her eyes wide open, her breathing heavy. She would cum soon.
But first, his finger moved towards her anus, feeling her body tensing up, her
pussy gripping his cock so hard he could barely stroke it in and out of her
pussy. If she hadn't been so wet, he would have had trouble fucking back in.
"Now I want you to ride my cock hard Vanessa," smiling as he let his finger
slowly enter her anus, seeing the look on her face as she suffered the
fingering of her most intimate opening, the tiny hole forced open by his
thick, powerful finger. She arched up, trying to escape the finger, only
driving his cock deeper inside her, his fingers giving her no way out, moving
with her, pushing harder.  
  
She could feel the strange burning in her anus as his dry finger slid into her
rectum, unable to control her own sphincter as it clenched and unclenched on
his finger involuntarily. She wagged her hips to the sides, hoping to escape
the finger, his hard cock rubbing along her clit, moving her closer to the
orgasm that she needed so bad. "NNNO," the finger digging into her butt
deeper, feeling it bend inside her, knowing that it was at least up to the
knuckle, stretching her open from the inside. Why was he doing this to her?
She began to buck her hips up and down, she had to make him cum quickly. And
herself too.  
  
He was ready, her fucking driving him to an orgasm, his balls tingling, ready
to pump her pussy full of his hot cum. He shoved his finger in deeper, burying
the entire finger in her asshole, bending and twisting it, making her hips go
into wild gyrations as she fought the intrusion up her backside. "Cum with me
Vanessa," he cried out as his balls emptied his cum into Vanessa, his cock
buried deep inside her, spraying her insides with his hot, salty cum.  
  
Her jerking hips kept driving their bodies together, her pussy rubbed and
smashed by their bodies as she fucked him, his cock feeling so good as it
filled her pussy. Only her asshole hurt, his finger buried deep inside her,
moving around inside her, forcing her to move around frantically, attempting
to escape the finger forced so deep inside her asshole, her sphincter fighting
to push it out. "NNNOO," she cried as she came, forced to cum after Dr.
Michael took her virginity, forced to cum with while being fingered in her
asshole. Her orgasm hit her like a train, her pussy filled with his hot cum,
shooting deep inside her, bathing her pussy for the first time, shuddering as
she felt his fluids shoot deep inside her once virgin passage. His finger kept
her hips moving, jerking back and forth, driving a second orgasm from her
inexperienced body, his cock still dumping his cum inside her.  
  
Dr. Michael finally slumped down on Vanessa, his finger pulled from her
asshole with a loud pop that embarrassed her. He pulled his cock from her
pussy, cum flowing freely out of her hole to dribble beneath her, her eyes
closed, humiliated that she had cum with him. He got up, leaving the room,
leaving her on the floor still naked. She quickly dressed and left.  
  
* * * * *  
  
"I want you to dance naked, if you like I'll join you, I want you to dance
naked, I want to enjoy your body," the Mellencamp song still blaring. She
pulled her panties down, her eyes on the men that watched her, embarrassed as
she was naked in front of them, her shaved pubes giving them a clear view of
her vulva. She couldn't help herself, Dr. Michael somehow controlled her body,
her legs and hips moving to the beat of the music. She moved over to the pole,
the shiny metal pole rising up from the floor like a giant phallic symbol. She
moved her legs to both sides of it, her pussy pressed forward into the cold
metal, feeling the hard, unyielding object press between her tight pussy lips,
pushed apart to touch her wet inner pussy. She humped the pole, her juices
glistening on it in the bright lights that highlighted her naked body as she
danced, humping it as if it was a throbbing cock.  
  
She dreaded when the song would stop, Dr. Michael telling her that once she
had aroused the men, she would have to service all of them with her body. It
was bad enough when Dr. Michael had taken her virginity, but he had told her
that these men wanted something different. They wanted to sodomize her, take
her in her tight asshole. Dr. Michael's fingers were bad enough, she didn't
know if she could take a cock up her backside. But she didn't have time to
think about it now, doing a deep knee bend, pushing her ass back at the men,
feeling the cool air conditioned air in the room touch her exposed anus,
knowing that she was arousing them, knowing that they were all imagining how
it would feel to have their cock sheathed in her hot, tight asshole. She
reached back, spreading her cheeks wider. Soon I'll find out, trembling at the
thought of taking so many cocks up her asshole.  
  
Dr. Michael just smiled at her, making her body perform for him, pleased at
how well she was doing, seeing the confused look on her face as she bared her
most intimate body parts to the strange men that stroked their cocks at the
thought of how lucky they were to be able to sexually have this lovely, young
girl.  
  
The End




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