Doctor's Forbidden House Call
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Chapter 5: The Final Release
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5: The Final Release - Bored housewife Seraphina books a discreet house-call doctor for back pain. Dr. Thorne Blackwood's firm hands turn clinical exam into erotic invasion: oiled massages, probing fingers, anal surrender, squirting climaxes, creamy releases. Guilt fuels the thrill as texts from her husband are ignored. Explicit doctor-patient, anal, squirting, creampie, infidelity. 18+ only.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating DomSub Rough Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Doctor/Nurse Public Sex Slow
Seraphina’s body curved over the coffee table, dark waves of sweat-matted hair cascading over the gleaming wood, her skin shining with erotic heat in the low light of the living room like a forbidden canvas.
Delicious D-cup breasts with a dozen faint bites that had a pulse of heat pulsing through, nipples pebbled and sore from the last frenzy of play, oiled curves quivering, heart-shaped ass raised and split, tight ring of the rosebud slick with his teasing insertions, fingers that had torn her open in a prep flashback, two then three shredding the velvet vise, stretching and dragging her with searing promises.
Her vagina still felt the scorching invaders in the throes of heat and juices sloshing down her thighs in lusty streaks, but she was still spiraling: No escape ... fill her up.
This stranger had what David couldn’t ... and she’d taken it all.
The marriage to David was dissolved in a fog of empowerment, the missed calls on the phone were a low echo, the phone vibrating near her ignored as the thrill, fantasies of total surrender sealing her dark liberation.
Dr. Thorne Blackwood’s bulging belly hung slick with her fluids.
He sat with shirt unbuttoned, a rock-hard chest heaving with possession, black eyes flaring as he slowly pushed his throbbing 8-inch veiny cock into her anus, bulging head against her oiled rosebud was a tease before the final “procedure.”
He slowly shoved, expanding and screw-tightening her sphincter in a ringing hot bed of fire that was melted away by thunderous fullness as veins roiled against her tight walls, licking the inside of her asshole aflame.
As the initial heat burned, the extremes of pain and pleasure were blurred as her asshole constricted around him, a velvet vise that milked him bare to the bone.
Low thrusts deepened faster and faster, forming a rhythm in swelling waves of pleasure that his balls slapped onto her dripping wet pussy for double tactile shots, each impact roiling her with shockwaves that made her walls contract in response.
Her sobs grew to begging, exerting her agency, she pushed back, claws gouging souvenirs of her power into his thighs,
“Deeper ... own my ass!”
He reached under, a barrage with thrusting fingers on her G-spot inside her vagina, scissoring, his thumb circling her clit in chaotic rings, everything attuned to his anal thrusts.
The physical fire exploded: the burning stretch turning to a heat that seemed to consume the depths, the friction of his veiny shaft igniting nerves she never knew.
Sound exploded, wet slaps thundered, her groans fluttered with his shouts, the squirting splashes a prologue.