Patient #943572 “Fuck For Me”

“When you cheat on your wife…” Doc’s voice was low, laced with that familiar edge, “I get to do terribly naughty things to you — things that’ll make you want nothing else but to fuck for me.”

The room felt like a charged current humming under my skin, each sensation amplified by the silence and their piercing stares. When the first woman entered, her figure was framed in the soft light, and she moved with a seductive confidence, every step a statement. She reached behind her neck, fingers delicately tracing her skin as she undid the clasp of her dress. It slid over her shoulders and down her curves, pooling around her ankles, leaving her fully exposed.

Her skin glowed with a warmth, a light sheen that hinted at her own arousal. Her chest rose and fell slowly, her breath steady but deep, her nipples hard and inviting. Her eyes locked onto mine, and I could feel every inch of my body reacting, hardening, driven by the sheer intensity of her gaze and the way she looked at me like she knew she was unraveling me.

The second woman entered, taller, with a lean, toned frame that seemed to catch and play with the shadows. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of her skirt, drawing it down her hips with a lingering slowness, revealing soft, smooth skin glistening with the faintest trace of warmth, a subtle, undeniable hint of arousal. Her thighs pressed together briefly as she took a step toward me, her lips parted slightly, cheeks flushed as she met my gaze.

Her nipples were dark, hard, and taut, her chest rising as she breathed, and I could see a growing wetness between her legs, a glistening invitation that made my pulse race. She smirked, seeing my reaction, and her gaze drifted downward to my hardening cock, her own arousal mirrored back in every lingering look.

Then, another woman entered, petite but curvy, her hips swaying as she let her dress slip from her shoulders. Her breasts were full, bouncing softly as she stepped forward, a light flush spreading across her chest, her nipples taut and erect, seemingly begging to be touched. Her gaze was filled with hunger, lips parted as if in anticipation, eyes heavy with desire as she let her hand slide down her body, fingers pausing just above the glistening, inviting heat between her legs. She exhaled deeply, her skin flushed and glistening, and she licked her lips, watching me with a smoldering look that left no doubt about what she was feeling.

One by one, they entered, each with her own allure, her own arousal building as she let her gaze linger on me, as if savoring every reaction she evoked. The air felt thick with need, a shared pulse of hunger and desire that filled the room, each of their bodies radiating warmth and invitation. By the time they’d all gathered, I was aching, hard, my body straining against the relentless, pulsing heat that filled the space between us.

And then, just behind me, I felt Doc’s presence, a quiet but powerful force. I didn’t need to turn to know she was watching, her own satisfaction palpable as she took in the scene, feeling the unspoken tension in every breath, every shiver, and every glance exchanged in that dimly lit room.

“Fuck for me,” Doc’s voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding.

My hand wrapped around myself, responding to her command without a second thought, each stroke harder, more desperate, driven by the force in her words. The room felt electric, every breath a mix of fear and thrill as my gaze met theirs, each woman’s eyes locked onto me, unblinking, like they could see everything — my every desire, every hidden ache.

The first woman stepped forward, her eyes dark with purpose. Her hand raised, paused, and then came down across my cheek with a crack that echoed in the room. The sting burned instantly, spreading warmth through my skin, and I felt my cock grow harder, my hand moving faster in response to the shock of her slap, unable to hold back the surge of arousal that flooded through me. She smirked, pleased, and stepped back, her gaze lingering as if she were daring me to want more.

The next woman didn’t hesitate. Her hand met my face with a sharper, more biting slap, the impact rocking me, my head snapping to the side. The sting deepened, and my pulse raced, my hand gripping tighter as I stroked faster, the pain fueling my desire. Her slap left a fierce warmth on my skin, and as she stepped away, I could see the satisfaction in her eyes, her lips curling as she watched the effect she had on me.

One by one, they came forward, each slap harder, each strike landing with a sting that sent shockwaves through me, making me shudder, my cock aching, throbbing with each punishing hit. Every slap was a command, a push, forcing me to stroke harder, faster, my whole body tense and trembling as I followed their rhythm, the pain driving my arousal higher, every nerve alive and burning.

Doc watched from the shadows, her satisfaction palpable, her gaze like a weight on my back, urging me on, knowing that each stinging slap, each rough command, only made me want it more, made me crave the surrender they demanded. And with every slap, with every sting that burned into my skin, my need grew, relentless and consuming, until I was completely theirs, bound by every slap, every sting, every whispered command that filled the air.

Doc leaned in close, her voice dripping with an undeniable command, a quiet challenge that rippled through the air and settled deep within.

“Tonight,” she whispered, her eyes locking onto mine, “you have two choices — either you’re going to fuck your wife exactly the way i’ve been aching you to, or you’re going to lie there, thinking about it, feeling her close, until you can’t take it anymore. Either way, you’re going to bring all of this to her, every last bit of need, and let her feel just how much you’ve been wanting this.”

Her words wrapped around me, my pulse quickening, the thought of going home, carrying this charged energy with me, flooding my mind with vivid images. Doc’s eyes never left mine, a knowing smirk curving on her lips as she pressed the thought deeper.

“So, tell me — are you going to take her the way she’s been needing, feeling every inch of that release? Or will you let her see the fire in you, watch you struggle against it, until she’s the one begging?”

Doc