The cost of Cassie rescuing her cat from a precarious perch was a sore back. When the ache persisted for three days, Cassie made an appointment with Dr. Lars, a back specialist. The treatment, Dr. Lars determined, involved extensive massage. Dr. Lars applied his skilled hands to Cassie, and soon she purred with pleasure. The pain was gone, replaced by a sense of serenity and well-being. “I feel so good,” she sighed.

“Would you like to feel even better?” Dr. Lars asked. He explained that the full cure required getting deep into Cassie’s core.

“My core?” Cassie questioned. “In common parlance, your pussy,” the doctor said.

“If you think it best,” Cassie said.

“I do,” the doctor declared.

He positioned Cassie on the table, head down, ass up, and after stimulating her lubricious vulva with his fingers and tongue, he determined that she was wet enough for penetration. Slowly he pushed his penis into Cassie’s welcoming cunt. She moaned and opened, accepting him fully. He fucked her slowly, over the course of the next hour bringing her to half a dozen orgasms, each more powerful than the previous.

“Come in me!” she cried out, and Dr. Lars fulfilled her plea. Jet after potent jet of warm semen splashed her excited cervix. Cassie came one final time, her cunt swallowing all the doctor’s cock had to offer.

Back home that evening, Cassie sat on the couch petting her naughty pussy. “If you want to climb another tree, it’s okay with me,” Cassie told the creature. “But you don’t have to on my account. I’ve booked refresher treatments with Dr. Lars for the rest of your nine lives.”