All Chapters of A Thousand Orgasms: Erotica Collection : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

That afternoon when my girlfriend arrived, I told her I wanted us to go to the apartment because I needed to talk to her. Once we got there I started undressing and she said:“What are you doing? You’re always thinking about the same damn thing.”I was completely out of my mind after everything that had happened that afternoon, so I slapped her, threw her onto the sofa while she sobbed and begged me to please let her go. I wasn’t listening — I was blind with lust. Taking advantage of my greater size and strength, I pulled up her skirt, ripped her panties off, threw her over the armrest of the sofa and just like that, shoved it up her ass. No foreplay, no lube, nothing.She was a virgin back there. She screamed in horror. I told her to shut up. Thank God no one else was in the building; otherwise they would’ve definitely called the police from the blood-curdling screams of pain she was letting out. I told her to relax and enjoy it because this was going to take a while. I don’t know if

I sat on a dining chair. She sat on top of me, legs spread wide, getting into position even though we still had clothes on. I gently laid her back across another chair, lifted her skirt, pulled her panties aside and started licking her little mound that was already dripping sweet juices. Susana trembled with every flick of my tongue on her clit. I moved lower and licked her asshole — shaved and clean. I rimmed her for a long while; she told me later how much she loved it. When I slid a finger into her ass she said it hurt but she liked it.I stood up with her clinging to me and carried her to the sofa, where I stripped her completely — risking my mother walking in on us mid-act. She dove face-first onto my cock and started sucking while I finished getting undressed. Fuck… that soft, wet mouth around my dick, sliding all the way down, nothing left untouched, while her delicate hands caressed my balls. I almost came in her mouth — didn’t want to finish that fast — so I pulled out and sl

I curled my bottom lip between my teeth, chewing on it lightly. My pink lipstick was extremely kiss proof and long lasting, of course, but I still didn't want to risk messing it up. Dr. Wood waited, but when I didn't say anything after a moment, he leaned forward."Lola, it's very important that you tell me how this came up so I can help you," he said kindly.It was that, more than anything, that worried me. So far, Dr. Wood had been aloof at best and condescending at worst. And I knew that wasn't just me being biased. As one of the only doctors in the small town where I lived, everyone knew about his reputation.Some said it was simply because he had to keep a distance from his patients, and since most of the residents in Southbush were patients of his, he just seemed to be unfriendly. Others said it was because he was snobby about being in his early thirties and already a practicing doctor and super crazy hot. And still others said it was because he was used to living in places much

I don't know why. Maybe it was the earnestness in his eyes, which I was discovering were a light brown colour that had little amber flecks in them. Maybe it was that he was the first person I told any of this to who seemed to believe me.Or maybe... maybe it was just hearing that there was no hope. That after Victor had served me with those papers and I'd spent weeks desperately wondering what I could do to make him take them back, someone just outright said the thing that I'd been dreading.I couldn't fix it.And honestly... there was relief in knowing that. Sure, it could have been how he told me. That he dropped that bombshell and then explained to me why I shouldn't want to fix it in the first place. But of everyone in my life, Dr. Asshole with the stick up his butt was the one who comforted me.Who believed me.Who thought I deserved better.So maybe it was just nice to be treated with a bit of kindness, even when I had makeup streaking down my face and my eyes were puffy and red

It was nothing like an actual exam. He touched my thigh with one hand, a light brushing of his fingers against the soft and sensitive skin there. Slowly, he slipped his fingers between my thighs, then moved his hand up and up and up until it was at the fleshy part of my thigh just below my groin."I'm going to need you to show me how these usually spread, Ms. Moran," he said, nudging my legs apart."It's normally kind of like this," I said, then opened them the rest of the way.He inhaled sharply, eyes trained to my pussy. I couldn't blame him. My pussy was great. I'd just gotten it waxed a few days earlier, so I knew it was still soft and smooth. I also knew I was starting to get wet, though I didn't know if I was wet enough that he could see it yet. He probably could see how puffy my pussy lips were, though, and hopefully he could tell how much I wanted him to touch it."Well, nothing seems to be wrong here, Ms. Moran," he said. "Everything looks very... to me."I frowned, suddenly