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I had one final, brutal orgasm. My body slammed down on the bed, and my legs and arms began to twitch. I was convulsing from pleasure. Endorphins saturated my brain.
Peter had turned off the vibrator and pulled out his fist. My pussy felt empty and lonely.
"Your treatment has ended," he said. "Do you feel better?"
"Much better, doctor," I said. "Thank you."
He uncuffed me, but I was too wasted to stand up. Peter lied down on the bed next to me. Instinctively, I curled up into him. He put an arm around me. We looked like lovers, enjoying a moment of post-coital bliss.
I kissed him.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"Amazing. Beyond words."
"I love to watch you cum."
I opened my eyes.
"I love having you watch me when I cum."
He stroked my hair.
"I feel like I owe you," I said. "What's your fantasy?"
He told me, and I told him I'd make it happen. I'll tell you about it next time.
- COMMENTS
Masterfuljimover 10 years agoYou are a lovely writer.
It's obvious as day that you not only enjoyed your job, but had a lot of respect and trust for Peter too.
Well done and thank you for sharing
MustangKathiover 10 years agoAuthorThank you! And I can report that the medical play part is entirely true. It had been a fantasy of mine for quite some time, and I never thought it would come true. Peter did a fantastic job, and it remains one of the sexual highlights of my life.
visioneerover 10 years agoAnother fine adventure. Thoroughly enjoy your casual approach to the storytelling. Nice medical play.
