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  "I want to fuck you," he growled in my face.

  I breathed deep and slow. I knew I had to keep at least a little calm. I pulled away from him and stood up.

  "What's wrong?" he asked. "You don't want to?"

  I could hardly look at his beautiful face without giving into his desire. But I held out. "Of course I want you to fuck me," I told him.

  He stood up from the chair. "Then what's the problem? Let me fuck you."

  His huge cock stood erect and pointed at me. Fucking beautiful and sexy. I knew he could make me come in seconds if I let him put that in me.

  But I held back. I didn't give into the temptation. "This isn't about you fucking me, Travis."

  He groaned. He took a step closer to me. He was taller than me, so he towered over me. He could've crushed me if he wanted to. He could've thrown me out in the window with one arm. "Then what is this about, Doc?"

  I put my hand on his sweaty chest. I was careful not to aggravate the beast that roared within him. "This is about giving you pleasure in a way you've never had."

  He grinned at me. His cock danced before me. He took a step closer. "You've already done that, Doc."

  I held my breath. My heart wouldn't stop beating against my chest. My body was aching for him. I wanted him so bad. I wanted to put my hands on his chiseled muscles and take him. I'd never been jealous of a woman before, but for a moment I was sickeningly jealous of his fucking wife. That woman got to go to bed with this stud every night, and it pissed me off knowing she wasn't treating him the way he deserved.

  "I've never felt better," he said with a smile. "And I've never felt more turned on than I am now." He licked his lips. "What do you want me to do, Doc? I'll do anything you want. I'll do whatever it takes if it means I get to go all the way with you."

  I squeezed his arms. They were tense and full. Our breath intermingled because we were so close. The room was hot and dark still. But the tension between us, so thick and hot I felt if we fucked we'd burn the entire office down with our bodies.

  It was all I could do to hold back from him. He was like a hungry wolf and I was his prey. It was all I could to hold back from the temptation, the temptation to give into this wolf and let him tear me apart.

  "Not yet," I told him. "Travis, remember why you're here?"

  He groaned. "Do we have to keep talking? Look at me, Doc. My cock is ready to explode. I don't want to talk anymore." He pulled me closer to him, trapping me into a cage of his muscles. "I need to fuck."

  "No you don't," I told him in a low, serious voice. "You fuck all the time, Travis. Remember? That's what you told me. You and your wife fuck all the time, and that's not enough for you."

  He breathed heavy, staring intensely into my eyes.

  I felt ready to collapse. His stare of lust and desire was that powerful.

  "Then what's going to be enough for me, Doc?" he growled.

  I took another deep breath. "Sit back down, and I'll show you."

  He hesitated. I could see the reluctance across his face. His furrowed eyebrows. His pursed lips. His flares nostrils. He felt too aroused to sit back down.

  But he knew I wouldn't give in.

  I'd hold out until he did what I knew needed to be done.

  "Alright," he sighed. "Fine, Doc."

  He let go of me and took slow steps back to the chair. "But you should know, I'm going to pound the hell out of you when I get the chance."

  I bit my lip, smiling back at him.

  There was a sexy fucking smirk across his face as he sat back down in the leather chair. "Are you going to blindfold me again?"

  I started taking off my shoes. "Not this time. This time, you need to see everything."

  He smiled. "Good, I can't wait."

  I slipped off my shoes and socks. I started undoing my belt.

  Travis squirmed in the leather chair while watching me. He kept his hands away from his twitching manhood by gripping the arms of the chair again.

  With how much tension he put onto those chair arms I wasn't going to be surprised if they were ruined by the end of our session.

  I slipped off my belt.

  His eyes wandered over it. "Are you going to let me spank you with that?"

  I grinned. My imagination started getting away with me. Spanking me with my own belt? Now that would fucking hot. But... "Not today, buddy."

  He grinned. "Too bad. I'd love to leave a few marks on you."

  I dropped my belt to the floor. I walked forward. I was going to do something for him that I knew his wife never had. Give him a show. It’s what I did with all the guys. Give them a strip tease, show them my ass before I gave them more oral to finish them off. I never fucked them, but now, with Travis, I was going to break my rule. First, I’d give him a show.

  I turned around while undoing my pants button and zipper.

  "Gonna show me your ass, Doc?" he asked.

  I turned my head to him and smiled. "Just might."

  He couldn't stop himself. He leaned forward and slipped his strong fingers into the waistline of my pants. He tugged at them. A violent jerk that almost made me fall back into his lap.

  "Don't tease me like this, man," he growled. "I don't think I can handle it."

  I breathed shallow and fast. My whole body was on fire with him pulling me like this. I wasn’t ready for it. No man had ever grabbed me like that or wanted me this bad. I was addicted to his lust.

  I put my hands on his. They were warm and firm. A working man's hands. Rough and beautiful like the rest of him.

  "Let me take these off of you," he said. "At least give me that much, Doc. Please. Before I have to rip them off you."

  I took a deep breath, unknowingly squeezing his hands. "I want you to show me how badly you want them off, Travis. Don't just yank them off to fuck me." My eyes closed. "Show me."

  He didn't respond at first. He was confused by my request. In all the times he and his wife had sex, it'd been a process. Just a sequence of taking off clothes and inserting genitals.

  But now, I would force Travis to put passion into his sex.

  After another few moments, he slid forward to the edge of the seat.

  His fingers stayed in the waistline of my pants. He tugged at them gently. He ran them back and forth, feeling my skin against the back of his fingers.

  My eyes rolled back. I leaned my head back. I felt like I was losing control of the situation and I couldn't stop it. Every other time I'd helped a married man like this, it'd been over by now and I'd move on.

  But not with Travis.

  It felt less like I was his therapist now, and more like I was a man he'd taken home from the bar.

  And just when I was about to tell him what to do next, when I was about to tell him to slowly pull down my pants instead of yank them off, he surprised the hell out of me.

  I felt his lips on my lower back. He kissed me, firm and gentle. He kissed me while his hands left the waistline and started to feel and explore the rest of my sides and stomach.

  "Oh God," I whispered.

  He kissed me back. His hands ran around my sides and grazed over my stomach. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me back towards him.

  I didn't fight him this time. I took a step back.

  He put his hands on my sides and pulled me down.

  I sat down into his lap.

  His arms wrapped around me like a python, strong and protective.

  He leaned me back against his body.

  "Fuck," I whimpered.

  I could feel his rock hard cock against me. I started squirming, grinding against him.

  I heard him moan as my backside rubbed his manhood.

  He kissed my neck, licked my neck and then gently bit my neck. He was claiming me, making me his.

  "Fuck," I whimpered again.

  My hands started running over his body. I grabbed his forearms and rubbed his legs. I reached behind me and ran my fingers through the back of his hair.

  He squeezed my chest and hips
.

  Then his right hand explored in between my legs. He rubbed my inner thighs and found his way to my erection. He found my shaft and squeezed it.

  "Fuck," I said aloud.

  "Yeah," he growled. "You wanna fuck me, too. I can feel it."

  He was right. I started writhing against his body.

  We were both rock hard and ready to go.

  Just fuck him, I thought. Just let it all go and fuck his brains out. Stop being his therapist!

  He slid his hands into the sides of my pants and pulled them down.

  Maybe I should've made him wait a bit longer, but I couldn't fucking help it. I wanted these clothes off as bad as he wanted them off.

  I raised my hips and let him slide my pants down. I kicked them off onto the floor. Now all that was left on me was a pair of sheer underwear, small and constricting.

  Travis wasn't shy about grabbing my bulge while he whispered into my ear. "Feels like you need these off, Doc. Are you going to make wait for that, too?"

  Yes, I thought. Tell him yes! Make him wait! Don't give into him!

  But I didn't stop him.

  He slipped his hand into my underwear and felt my trimmed pubic hair. He grabbed my cock. He ran his hand over my balls and taint.

  "You're smooth," he groaned. "That's fucking sexy."

  His fingers found their way to my ass, wiggling their way until he was so close to my hole I was groaning and writhing for him to reach it.

  But I suddenly put my hand on his forearm and stopped him from reaching it. "Travis..."

  "Don't tell me to stop now, Doc," he said. He kept his one hand down my underwear while wrapping his other around my throat in a gentle grip. His hand was so large that it covered my neck. "I can feel you want your little pussy played with."

  "Fuck," I moaned. My eyes closed again. I couldn't fight this. I couldn't fight him.

  "Let me play with it," he growled into my ear.

  He pulled his hand out of my underwear and to his mouth. His sucked on his middle finger, and then he put his hand back into my under and down to my ass.

  Now that his finger was wet, it slid easily in between my cheeks.

  "You're smooth down here, too," he said. He groaned and squeezed my throat a little. "You're so fucking hot."

  "Travis," I said. I was planning on stopping him, but I'd stopped trying.

  He found my hole, groaned and pressed his finger a little ways inside me. "Yeah, Doc. Fuck, that's hot and tight."

  "Oh God," I whimpered. He was making me soak my underwear in precome.

  He did circles with his finger. He kissed and bit my shoulder.

  I started doing circles against his cock by wiggling my hips.

  "Yeah," he groaned. "Fuck yeah."

  He slipped both hands into my underwear and pulled them down. To my surprise, he did this slow and in control. And he kissed my neck while he did it.

  He slid my underwear off, and my cock sprang out.

  I kicked my underwear aside with my pants.

  And finally, after all the waiting and teasing, Travis and I were naked with one another.

  I could feel his bare, hard dick right against me.

  He groaned and moaned with pleasure while my naked body rubbed on top of him.

  He reached in between my legs and spread them around him.

  He licked two fingers and found my asshole.

  "Fuck," I groaned.

  He slid them into me and slowly started to finger me. I opened up easy for him. I wanted him so bad he could've jammed his cock into me that very second and I'd forget about any pain it'd cause me.

  I moved my hand to my rod and started to stroke myself.

  But he took my hand away. "You wouldn't let me stroke my cock," he ordered. "So now you can't stroke yours."

  I grinned. I reached behind his head and tugged on his hair. I grinded against him. "You fucking bastard!" I was frustrated and angry and aroused all at once. He filled me with this hungry desire and this rage at the same time. "You fucking bastard!"

  "Yeah that's right," he growled. He pulled my arm behind my back. His other hand stayed in between my legs. He pushed three fingers into me and smiled with a gleam in his eyes as my mouth opened and eyes rolled back with a wave of fucking hot pleasure. "I'm a fucking bastard, and I'm your fucking bastard, Doc."

  "Oh my God," I cried aloud.

  "Fuck, you're hot," he growled. "And you're tight, Doc. Come on. Open up for me. Open up for my cock."

  His fingers went in deeper. Stretching me. Making my body writhe in pleasure. Precome dripped from my prick and onto the office floor. He had me harder than I'd ever been in my life.

  He pulled his fingers out slowly.

  I opened my eyes.

  I turned my face and watched him smell and lick his fingers. He grinned at me. "Mmm, Doc. Your ass is a fucking treat."

  I smiled back at him. Then without thinking, I grabbed his face and kissed him. "You're a dirty bastard, Travis."

  He slipped his tongue into my mouth. He bit my lip and tugged on it. He squeezed my chest and pinched my nipple hard and fierce.

  He licked his fingers, soaking them. Then he put them back in between my legs and got my asshole wet and wanting him.

  When he felt I was soaked enough, he pulled me back until his cock stood erect just beneath my butt.

  I looked down at that thick, huge dick of his. My asshole puckered. I was more than ready for that cock!

  He lined his head up with my hole, and then he lowered me onto it.

  I closed my eyes. I felt his cock work its way to my hole. Then I felt it go inside my wet hole slowly. It stretched me open, and when the head was inside he stopped to let me get used to his size.

  "Fuck," he moaned. He bit my shoulder. "God damn it, that's tight, Doc. That's fucking great!"

  I breathed heavy and fast. My chest rose and fell. My stomach rose and fell. My asshole squeezed with delight around the head of his throbbing, wet hot cock.

  It was the best sensation I'd ever felt, and I instantly wanted, needed more of it.

  He held onto my hips.

  I lowered myself further onto his dick.

  He thrust upward a little, jabbing it inside me.

  It was painful, but I relaxed after only a few seconds and was ready to take it all the way.

  "Holy fuck!" I whimpered. My body quivered.

  He squeezed me so hard it felt like he was going to bruise on my sides. He sunk his teeth into my shoulder. He pushed his cock further inside.

  He filled me, as much as I could take. Fucking stretching me to my limits. His cock was halfway in. I could feel it against my prostate. My asshole was devouring it like it had its own hunger. My cock was so engorged it hurt and felt ready to shoot at the slightest touch.

  "You feel so fucking good," Travis groaned.

  "Oh my God," I whimpered. I couldn't think straight enough to form a complete sentence.

  He pulled out a little bit.

  And then he pushed himself back inside. He went deeper this time.

  The sensation of him pulling out and then filling me up again made my balls rise up towards my body. I could feel myself getting close. Achingly close to orgasm. I knew if I so much as flicked my cock I would shoot.

  "Yeah, Doc. Take my dick!" He thrust himself up into me, going all the way in.

  It was so fucking deep I felt him in my stomach. He rubbed right against my prostate, sending a wave of pleasure through my body that was so intense I stopped breathing.

  "Fuck!" I cried out.

  "Yeah!" he responded. He was high on the thrill of it, high from putting his manhood inside my tight little body.

  My fingers clawed into his arms. "Fuck, Travis. Stop! You're gonna make me come. You're gonna make me fucking come!"

  He wouldn't stop. He started thrusting in and out of me. Bucking up into me. Fucking me deep and hard.

  "God damn it!" I cried out.

  I couldn't think anymore. All I could feel was the crus
hing sensation of his cock pounding my brains out. He was fucking me senseless.

  I couldn't take it anymore.

  I tried to hold back my orgasm. But I couldn't. He was doing me too fucking good to hold back now.

  "Fuck!" I screamed.

  I didn't even touch myself.

  "Oh my God!" I held as still as I could while my body tensed up. My hole squeezed around his shaft like it was clutching onto it for dear life. My entire body shook and trembled. My groin pulsed violently. My taint throbbed and my lower stomach felt like the gods themselves were pouring magic through me.

  I looked down to see a small spurt of come shoot out of my cock as my orgasm started. Then I held onto him for dear life as he fucked me through the rest of my orgasm. My cock pulsed and throbbed, shooting strings of hot come straight into the air that splattered on my desk and onto the floor.

  I'd never shot come so far.

  He kept fucking me.

  I kept spraying down my office and squealing in ecstasy.

  "Fuck yes!" he roared with pleasure. He could feel the way my hole squeezed him. It was tighter, hotter!

  After thirty seconds I stopped coming. And I couldn't take anymore relentless pounding.

  I leaned back against him and forced him to stop. "Travis, no more! No more. I can't fucking take it."

  He stopped humping, but he wasn't done. His cock throbbed inside me and begged for release. He growled into my ear and bit it. He wrapped his arms around my body, feeling and massaging me.

  "You're so fucking hot," he whispered hoarsely. "I wanna shoot inside you."

  Fuck, I thought. No, I shouldn't let him. That's where I should’ve drew the line and stopped him. I never even fucked my patients. Not like I had with Travis. And if I did I’d make them use rubbers. But Travis’s cock was bare inside me. Fuck, I thought again. Don’t let him do it. Don’t let him shoot a hot fucking load of come inside you with that big beautiful cock!

  But I wanted it. I wanted to take his seed inside me. I wanted to be filled with his hot juices.

  And so, biting my lip, I ignored my better judgment. "Okay."

  “Yes, baby, yes!” he moaned. Then he started to thrust into me.