Se connecterDr. Webb stood up and looked down at the mess. Leo was sprawled across the chair, completely wrecked. His chest was covered in his own cum, his hole was puffy and leaking the doctor's load, his hair was a mess, and his eyes were glazed with satisfaction. He looked absolutely ruined. He looked perfec
Leo scrambled to flip over. He lay on his back across the wide arm of the chair, his head hanging off the seat side, his legs wrapped around the doctor's thick waist. Dr. Webb stepped forward and lined up his cock again. He grabbed Leo's ankles and pushed them up toward the boy's shoulders, folding
Dr. Webb did not warn him. He did not go slow. He drove his hips forward in one long, powerful, relentless thrust, burying every inch of his massive cock deep inside Leo's body. His heavy, hairy balls slapped against Leo's ass. The sound was loud and wet and obscene in the quiet therapy office.Leo'
"You are so tight," Dr. Webb murmured against his skin. He pushed his thumb deeper, feeling the boy's walls clench around the digit. "I am going to open you up, Leo. I am going to stretch this tight little hole until it is ready to take my cock. And then I am going to fuck you over this chair until
"You can put it in your mouth," the doctor said. He stepped forward, his cock hovering inches from Leo's face. "Open wide."Leo opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. He leaned forward and licked a long, slow stripe from the base of the shaft to the leaking tip. The taste was salty and musky, pu
Dr. Webb's hands slid from Leo's shoulders down to his waist. His thick, warm fingers gripped the hem of Leo's white t-shirt and pulled it up slowly, deliberately, his knuckles dragging against the boy's bare stomach. The contact sent a violent shiver through Leo's body. The doctor pulled the shirt
The deal with Mr. Henderson was a new kind of hell. He was a wealthy, influential member of the congregation, and his “donations” to the church, and to Father Michael’s “special ministry,” were generous. In return, he was allowed to watch. He would hide in the confessional, a silent, lurking presenc
It was perfect. It was thick and long with big veins. The head was dark and wet. He wrapped his hand around the base and moved it up and down. "You will worship this cock," he said. His voice was a low rumble. "You will take it down your throat until you cannot breathe. You will choke on it and than
"Yours, Daddy," I moaned into the couch. "It is your hole." The words were true. In this room, for this price, I was his."Damn right it is," he snarled. Then he started to move.His first push was hard. It knocked the air out of me. He moved fast and did not let up. His hips slapped against my ass
The third day, I watched Ethan squirm in his seat during my lecture. I knew he was still feeling the effects of our previous session, still carrying my cum inside him. The thought sent a thrill through me. After class, he approached my desk."Professor," he began, his voice low."Nine o'clock," I sa







