INICIAR SESIÓNThree days after the threesome, I was still floating. Dr. Harlan had taken me to his desk, put the busty patient on top of me, and fucked us both at the same time. I could still feel the pressure of her heavy ass on my face, her thick pussy grinding against my tongue while he slammed into me. I had come so hard I squirted all over her. When he finally filled my pussy with his cum, I was shaking so violently I thought I would fall off the table. But that was three days ago. Now it was Sunday evening. My husband was coming home tomorrow. I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my short house gown, heart hammering. The gown was barely a slip of black lace. It showed everything — my big, soft breasts, the curve of my waist, the swell of my ass. I had left it open in the front on purpose. I wanted him to see everything. When he arrived, the doorbell rang at 8:17 p.m. I opened the door in just the gown. His eyes went wide. He dropped the flowers on the floor and stepped inside
The day I walked back into Dr. Harlan’s office, my heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. I had been going back every week for the “follow-up.” Each visit felt more addictive. Each time I left, I was wetter and more desperate than before. I told myself it was just to fix the pain, but deep down I knew the real reason I kept coming back was because I couldn’t stop thinking about him. That morning I saw him again — in his office with another patient. A busty, plus-size woman. The sight of her on his desk, legs spread wide while he examined her, made something ugly and jealous twist in my stomach. I waited until the woman left, then walked straight into his office without knocking. He was sitting behind the desk, shirt unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up. When he looked up at me, his eyes darkened. “You’re early,” he said. I didn’t answer. I just stepped inside and closed the door. “I want you to fuck me right now,” I said. Dr. Harlan leaned back in his chair and smil
I walked into the office at 4:00 p.m. sharp. The waiting room was empty. I walked straight to the same exam room and sat on the padded table. My legs were still shaky from last week. My pussy felt raw and sensitive, but I was already getting wet just thinking about what was coming. The door opened. Dr. Harlan stepped in and closed it behind him. He didn’t look at me at first. He just locked the door, then turned around and sat on the stool between my knees. “Miss Grey,” he said, voice calm and cold. “You’re here for the follow-up.” I nodded. My mouth was dry. He leaned forward. His eyes dropped straight to my chest, then lower, to the front of my jeans. “Take everything off,” he said quietly. “I want you completely naked.” I swallowed. “Harlan, we just had the exam—” “I know.” He smiled, but it wasn’t friendly. “That’s why I need to do it again. Properly. This time in private.” I hesitated for only a second. Then I started taking my clothes off. Shirt first, then bra, then je
I walked into the doctor’s office at exactly 3:50 p.m., heart already racing. Dr. Harlan’s waiting room was empty except for a young woman sitting on the couch, scrolling her phone. She looked up when I entered, then immediately looked away. I didn’t blame her. The office was quiet, professional, and every inch screamed “serious.” The receptionist didn’t even look up from her desk. She just pointed down the short hallway and said, “Exam room 2 is empty. The doctor will be right with you.” I nodded and walked down the hall. The door was already open. I stepped inside and closed it behind me. It was a small, clinical room. White walls. A padded examination table in the middle. A big mirror on the opposite wall so I could see myself while I was being examined. And a chair in the corner that Dr. Harlan was sitting in, flipping through my chart like it was nothing. He didn’t look up at first. Just kept reading in silence. I stood there for a moment, feeling completely exposed in my
grey I felt him first. His fingers were rough, thick, and they moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made my thighs tremble. I was on my back in our bed, the sheets tangled around my waist, and I couldn’t stop moaning. Every time his middle finger curled against that spot inside me, I gasped and gripped his arm. “Fuck, baby… just like that,” I whispered, voice already shaky. He didn’t answer with words. He just pulled his hand away, replaced it with his cock, and pushed inside me in one long, slow thrust. I moaned loudly, my back arching off the bed. He was so thick, so deep, stretching me open in a way that still made me feel full after everything we’d done. He stayed buried inside me for a moment, letting me adjust, then started moving. Slow at first. Deep. Each thrust dragged against my walls and made my toes curl. “Ahh… fuck,” I gasped, legs wrapping around his waist. “Harder, Jack… please.” He gave me what I asked for. He fucked me harder, hips snapping against mine,
The storm that had killed the signal finally broke on the third morning. I woke to pale sunlight and the low buzz of my phone vibrating on the nightstand. Ken was spooned behind me, one heavy arm locked around my waist, his breath warm against the back of my neck. Even half-asleep he was hard, the thick length of him resting against my ass like it belonged there. I reached for the phone carefully. Missed calls. Texts. My brother’s name lit up the screen over and over. Ken’s arm tightened. “You should answer,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. “They’ve been looking for you.” I swiped to accept the call and put it on speaker. Jake’s voice exploded through the room. “Jesus Christ, Amara— where the hell have you been? We’ve had search and rescue ready to go—” “I’m okay,” I said quietly. “I sprained my ankle the first day. Got separated. Someone found me.” Ken’s hand slid under the covers and settled between my thighs, fingers lazily stroking through the mess he’d left in me t







