D.D.

When her little pussy couldn't stand any more she lifted her head, threw her leg over him, pulled her panties to the side, and sat. As he plunged into her, she felt complete. Whole at last. Like someone had finally found that missing piece to her. Dr. Greg had done that. He had freed her. She kissed him. He ignored the smell of his own dick. It didn't matter. There was only the up and down motion. Hips pressed against hips and the juice gushing over him. Occasionally, she would proudly thrust her mega-tits into his face, and let him have a lick. It made her cum with a little quiver and a coo.

She kept going. This wasn't over. She had to make him cum. He could still make her cum.

Changing things up, she rose, shed her disheveled clothes, and bent over his desk, wagging her generous ass at him. She reached between her legs to gently stroke her engorged pussy lips. He was interested. He was staring. He got up. He didn't undress. He just slid in with a satisfied slurp.

She loved the feel of her body. She loved thinking about herself bent over, letting him have her. Taking her.

"Grab my hair," she moaned, not caring if the airhead at the front desk heard her. He listened to her, taking her hair in his firm grip again like a cowboy taking the reins. "Oh, fuck yes, keep fucking me!" she screamed, feeling electric from head to toe. She had a naughty thought. "Call me a slut, right now?"

"What?" Dr. Greg asked, confused.

"Call me a slut. It's what I am," she said, looking back at him desperately. "Please! Please?" she pleaded, letting the desperation flood her voice. She didn't want him to think she was commanding anything. "Call...me...a...slut...please."

"Slut." he said roughly. It sent a chill through her. She drooled.

"Please say it again," she said blankly.

"Slut. You're a slut," Dr. Greg said. She came again, pushing herself against him.

They paused, panting. After a few moments, she became aware of his hardness again. She sensed how unsatisfied he must feel. She certainly had another in her.

"I'm your slut," she breathed huskily, running her nails over his desk as he began again. She lost herself in the sensation of her pendulous tits jiggling with every thrust. "I'm your slut, Dr. Greg."

"You're my slut," he said, more confident. The release was detectable in his voice. His hands weren't as gentle, less focused. "Do you like that?" She nodded in response. "Is your body screaming for me?"

"It is!" she shouted, knowing how true it was.

"Then make me cum," he grunted. She looked back at him, shocked.

"Say that again," she said. Then she caught herself. "Please."

"I want my slut to make me cum," he said calmly. His breaths quickened. The woman lost herself in the moment. They came together.

SATURDAY, JUNE 8

Dear Diary,

Greg said I look trashy. Can you fucking believe that? Who the fuck does he think he is?

Look, I wear the clothes I wear for work. I'm trying to show some initiative. Cleavage equals sales. It's just science. And I like the extra money.

I only wear the really hot stuff for Greg and he calls me trash. Like I did something wrong. I didn't do anything wrong.

Sigh, Diary. Just sigh.

-Danielle

MONDAY, JUNE 10

Dear Diary,

I'm not having a good day. Been in a funk about Greg all day. Masturbating is about the only comfort I've got, and I feel so guilty every time. I feel like I should figuring out his side of this because honestly it makes no sense to me.

I already explained the clothes to you, Diary. Again, they're just low cut. Not whorish. Or slutty. Whatever. But other things he was saying, about my behavior and such, those were weird. What the fuck was that about? It still sounds like "You're happy and I don't like it." You know what I mean?

I'm going to be happy. I'm getting there. This medicine is doing it. If Greg can't handle that, fuck him. Or I guess don't. I won't.

-Danielle

TUESDAY, JUNE 11

Dear Diary,

I'm still mad at Greg. I was telling Dr. Crick about it, about how upset it makes me to be called trash, and then he's sitting next to me, comforting me. It was just like my story the other day. I couldn't resist. I fucked him. He fucked me. No condom, just flesh on flesh. I haven't done that in years. Not even with Greg.

I wish I could feel guilty, but I'm actually thinking about telling Greg. Telling him I found a guy who is comforting and supportive, instead of calling me trash.

Fuck Greg. Seriously.

-Danielle

- - -

Don't tell Greg, Danielle. You were just mad. Dr. Crick understood that. However he looks at you, he knows he's just your doctor. He's there to help you. This is between you and Dr. Crick. This was help. I'm gonna make up with Greg.

DO NOT TELL GREG WHAT YOU DID!!

WEDNESDAY, JUNE 12

Dear Diary,

Damien told me I did a good job today. Damien! Admitting to me that I beat him. Like I have every day for the past bajillion days! Suck it, loser!

The naughty clothes I found on Amazon came today. It's a frilly pink teddy with tearaway cups. Bows too. Came with these adorable gloves too. I tried it on earlier. I look ridiculous in it. Like ridiculously good. Hopefully, Greg's over his whole "trashy" thing and ready to apologize. If he does, I'll be wearing it for him.

-Danielle

- - -

Greg is a guy. He gives in just like any other guy. I couldn't resist. I called him over, then put on the teddy. I had to wear it. You should have seen his face when he came in the door. Or when I peeled down one of the cups and showed him some tit.

He couldn't apologize quickly enough. I win!

-D.D. (Tits!)

- - -

With everything that happened yesterday, I forgot to mention the cute new pills. They're pink! Still too big, but pink is cute. Makes them taste better too, you know?

THURSDAY, JUNE 13

Dear Diary,

I miss Dr. Crick. I wish my appointment was tomorrow. I know how happy he'd be to hear that Greg and I made up. Is it wrong that I sorta wanna show him how? Naughty Danielle!

-D.D.

FRIDAY, JUNE 14

Dear Diary,

I'm thinking about fucking Scott across the hall. I really am a slut now! Shhh! Don't tell anyone, Diary!

Not like a long term thing. I've already got enough to handle figuring out who's doing it for me more between Dr. Crick and Greg. I'm thinking if I at least give that guy some head he'll keep the music down. That's the point. Have you ever tried to get into a music war by blasting Coldplay? It doesn't work. Methinks it's time to bring in the big guns. Lol.

-D.D.

SUNDAY, JUNE 16

Dear Diary,

You win some, you don't enjoy some.

Scott was sorta disappointing. Had to give his friend a hummer too or he wouldn't agree to turn the music down. It was okay I guess. At least I got rid of that obnoxious music. Can masturbate in piece now.

You know what else? The more I think about it, the more I keep thinking about how much better Dr. Crick is. He's spoiled me on other guys. At least Greg can make me cum. He's just become so damn boring, you know?

This diary is getting kinda boring too. Looking back over the old entries I just get confused about what the fucking deal was. These pills should be sent out to everyone to shut their whiny mouths. Seriously.

-D.D.

TUESDAY, JUNE 18

dr dick is closed he's gone no one is answering the phone the girl wasn't at the desk there was nothing! I drove all the way there and back and nothing! Nothing Nothing Nothing

- - -

I don't know what to do! I'm horny. Bored. I want Dr. Crick! Diary!

- - -

Dear Diary,

Scott came through in a pinch. Had to practically force myself on him, and it still wasn't Dr. Crick, but it was better than nothing, you know? I haven't called Greg in a few days again. I should. We're not doing very well. Maybe better to break his heart now than let it go on, you know?

I just hope I can get in touch with Dr. Crick soon. Maybe I should email his liaison again.

-D.D.

NO DATE

I finally did it. I told Greg to fuck off, then I showed him you. That pussy started crying! What kind of man cries?

I've gotta talk to Dr. Crick. I feel so weird. I need more pills. I need him. If I could remember the liarson's email, I'll call it. Or email it. Whatever. You try writing straight when you're pussy's tingling and you're upset, Diary. You know what? Fuck you 2!

THURSDAY, JUNE 27

Dear Diary,

I'm afraid I'm about to get fired. Cynthia's been complaining to Damien and Roy about the way I dress. Dumb jealous woman Cynthia. She wants big boobs too. I sucked both of the boys to show them that I'm more than a warm body. I can make a sales pitch!

I don't see what's inapropirate. What I wear is sexy but its good. Black, lacy, shows off my best features. Christ, I'm selling car washes, how else do they expect me to succeed? My ass needs to be out there. I hide my nipples! I know the rules Cynthia!

-D.D.

FRIDAY, JUNE 28

Dear Diary,

First day with no medicine. No one can help me. I can't remember the name of the medicine, so no one knows what to subscribe. I gotta call Greg so his friend can find Dr. Crick. I really don't know what to do, Diary. I don't want to be depressed again.

It's been a while since I cried. I wish you could cheer me up, Diary.

-Danielle

MONDAY, JUNE 30

Greg already knew about Dr. Crick. He said he's not going to help me. Dick. He's still mad I guess.

A Fbi agent came by my apartment. She had a hard name. I don't remember it. She wanted to know if I heard from Dr. Crick again. No! Duh! She should keep up, you know?

She was nice but she doesn't even know Dr. Crick. She said he hurt me like he's mean. Well you and I know the truth don't we Diary? Dr. Crick help me. He were nice and he made me smile and he was NOT a mean man! He was a really good friend! Like my diary! He help me!

The agent wants me to go to thereapy. I don't want to. I like who I am. I like how I feel. I like the slut in the mirror. Isn't that good? I don't want to be sad. Why do they want me to be sad? This is making me sad!

-D.D.

TUESDAY, JULY 2

Scott said I shouldn't go so there!

WEDNESDAY, JULY 3

Stupid jill Stupid Greg! Stupid Tasha! Stupid Fbi! Stupid everyone!!

I don't want to go. Why won't anybody listen to me? They even called my mom. Like I'm a little girl. Im a woman! I listen to myself! I fuck who I want! I wear what I want! If I want be happy I'm be happy!

FRIDAY, JULY 5

So it's thereapy or a hospital. I have to go. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why?

I miss Dr. Crick so much. I smile every day and think about him. Then I touch myself. I wish he would come help me.

-D.D.

MONDAY, JULY 8

Dear Diary,

I made some new friends today in thereapy. They all went to see Dr. Crick too. Their happier too. They sirtanly didn't seem that smart, but their not stupid like my other friends. His secraterry was there too. She didn't know where Dr. Crick go.

How can we all be hurt when we are all happy? They said the medicine made me "empressunable" and he made me do things. Well I haven't had any sense he went gone and I still love Dr. Crick. This thereapy is stupid. I told you.

- - -

Hanna came over. She's one of my thereapy friends. I showed her you. She thought it was good. She likes you.

We also fooled around for Scott and his buddy for fun but I don't like girls that much. It was hot to see the boys playing with their peckers though. Using our juices. Mmmm...you know?

-D.D.

FRIDAY, JULY 12

Dear Diary,

I forgot to pay rent again. And now their kicking me out. Fuck them. I waved my cash in front of them and told them I don't need their stupid apartment. Scott said I can sleep on his couch if I'm willing to suck his dick. That's better than paying them all my money. And he will feed me too!

- - -

Writing this while I lay on Scott's couch. Don't know why I write in you anymore. My depression is cured and I'm fine. You're just a really good friend you know? I feel good to write. I am a good writer. I think I want to do that again.

- - -

I wrote a poem while Scott fucked me. It was pretty good.

Fuck me,

I just want you to fuck me.

Why aren't you fucking me?

Can't you see?

That's pretty good, right? Not many people can rhyme that many times.

-D.D.

SATURDAY, JULY 13

Dear Diary

I quit. I don't really like Roy or Damien anymore, so I don't want to suck or fuck either one of them again. It's not like I have an apartment to buy anymore. And I have a lot of money already. Scott's taking care of it for me. He bought me a sexy teddy today. I think I'm starting to like him. He's just so stinky at sex you know? He's sweet though. Really knows how to make me feel like a slut.

I still miss Dr. Crick, Diary. Where is he?

-D.D.

- - -

Oh me Doctor Dick

You made me cum so hard

Lick me Doctor Dick

I miss you more and more

MONDAY, JULY 15

I'm not going to thereapy again. Hanna, Becky, Chloe, and Natalie didn't show up today. I already thought this is stupid. It's really stupid without them. Why should I go?

I called Hanna. She say she was touching herself. I touch myself too. She has Chloe's number. Maybe were going to hang out tomorrow. Chloe can fuck Scott!

-D.D.

TUESDAY, JULY 16

Dear Diary

My girlfriends are fun! Much better than those assholes I don't talk to anymore.

Hanna said she has a house. She said I can sleep with her if I want. I want to. I still don't like girls, but I tried napping with her earlier today and she's really snuggles! She even made me cum with her hand when I woke up. It got me hot enough to give Scott a blow job when he got home. I think I could get used to waking up to that. I'm gonna finger myself on it, but it might be ok.

D.D.

WEDNESDAY, JULY 17

Dear Diary

I am going to move in with Hanna. Scott too. He likes the idea. He said we should all live together. More pussy for him, right? Isn't that great Diary?

You know what else I realised? How long I haven't taken my pills. I really am cured. I'm happy! I don't feel sad anymore just happy. I feel so good! I look good! I win!

I think the medicine helped. But this past month has been great too. Ever since I got rid of that stupid apartment and those stupid friends and that stupid job I've been a lot happier. I have better friends now and I'm about to have a house. I don't work anymore. I can write anytime. Fuckings more fun but writing is cute too. I'm getting so much better at everything, you know?

Still, I had to make things better myself. And I did. I changed my life. I got myself here. I beat depression. If I ever see Dr. Crick again, I'm going to fuck his brains out for what he's done.

Anyways, TTYL Diary.

D.D.