Doctor Erotic Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Hello, my daring readers, I trust the previous story still lingers on your skin. As the synopsis teased, this book is packed with the most thrilling, wickedly sensual erotic tales I’ve ever created—raw, intensely steamy stories that don’t hold back, written for one purpose: your deepest, most delicious pleasure. If you crave mature, unfiltered adult erotic romance, then yes… this book is absolutely for you. *********** NEW STORY TITLE: Threesome Therapy (Group Fuck)

He was breathing hard against my neck but keeping the sound down. After a while he couldn’t take the teasing anymore. He lifted me just enough, turned my face toward the side window so Sophie couldn’t see, and started thrusting harder from below. Not loud enough for skin to slap. Just deep, heavy thuds as he buried himself over and over. I bit the inside of my cheek and took it. Every stroke made more cream leak out of me and down onto his jeans. My clit ground against him every time he bottomed out. Sophie started asking more questions. “So if the chem guy asked you out tonight, would you say yes?”

This gave me more comfortable access to her delicious pussy and let me go deeper with my tongue. Following a tip I'd read in an erotic story somewhere, I began with the alphabet technique, simply recreating the alphabet between her lips. According to the story, the unpredictability of the movements created a wild pleasure that built up steadily. It seemed to be working. By the time I was at Q she was moaning loudly, begging me, "Don't stop, Derek, don't stop!" Of course, I had no intention of stopping. I could have dined on this delicious delicacy all day and all night, wallowing in the amazing taste.

I feel like I’m on the edge of a cliff, teetering on the brink of oblivion, and he’s holding me back, taunting me with my own desire. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he stops the vibrator. I cry out in frustration, my body aching for release. But he doesn’t give it to me. Instead, he replaces the vibrator with a dildo, thrusting it deep inside me, mimicking the motion of his cock. He watches me carefully as he does this, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

A grin flashed across Erick's face. He gently guided me backwards until I fell across the bed. As I shuffled into place, he crawled up between my legs, his cock rock hard and the condom shining around it. Erick carefully lined up his cock with my entrance, flashed me a grin, and then slammed his entire length into me. A groan escaped me lips. Automatically, I wrapped my legs around him, trying to push him even deeper inside me. The heat that had been burning in my crotch all night began to grow and spread until it felt as if my entire body was burning.

Eric tried as hard as he could to ignore his plea to be taken, he couldn't wait to be buried balls deep inside of him but he needed to make this time as special for his lover as he possibly could. He slowly moved his finger in and out, and with each gentle thrust, he heard Snow cry and more dirty words falling out of his mouth driving Eric crazy. Remembering the baby oil in the bathroom, he slowly pulled his finger out and went into the bathroom to grab the oil. Returning into the room, Snow was now lying on his stomach, eyes shut tight, tears spilling from his closed lids, and breathing heavy. Eric went back to work, pouring enough oil onto his fingers and coating his raging hardness in it.

“Adrian!” Soon he was done with me, while we both kept breathing loudly like our lives depended on it. Sex? It was both heavenly and pleasurable. And Adrian was the man who made me feel that to my core. I just fucked my patient. “Why are you staring at me like that?” he asked while I smiled. “Maybe because I just fucked my attractive patient.” We kissed, and this could be the end of the journey for the therapist and the patient’s story, but a new beginning for lovers who find their path.

He wailed, a continuous, broken sound as his prostate was hammered over and over. “You’re gonna cum,” I told him, my own release coiling tight in my gut. “You’re gonna cream your stomach without even touching your dick, you desperate slut.” The words tipped him over. His back arched violently off the couch, his ass clamping down on my cock in rhythmic, milking pulses. Strands of white shot from his dick, splattering across his shirt, his throat, his chin. He convulsed, his hole spasming around me, the wet, hot clenches pushing me to the edge.

I don’t know how much I shoot but I shoot for a minute straight, all the time having her cum over my cock and scream out in pleasure. After five minutes of recovery, we get up and see the big pile of cum that's on the desk. She looks at me and we embrace and exchange another kiss. She looks me in the eyes and says “Thank you Ethan That was amazing” “No! Thank you Mrs Sin- I mean Sarah” I reply as I give her another kiss “You can run on home now sexy, Don’t worry I'll clean it all up” She replies “Just make sure you don’t tell anyone, and this may be a one-time thing only”

Nothing prepared me for the sight in front of me, he didn't even bother to close the door. Clutching my book to my chest, I watched as my handsome tutor lounged on a sofa, cock visible to my eyes. I was right, his cock was long but not too fat. A bottle of oil sat next to him ontop of the table and lastly, a laptop screen that showed a woman sprawled on a kitchen counter, her partner was behind her, his large thick cock sliding in and out of her glistening pussy as a torrent of raw sounds poured out of their mouths.