Steal Your Girl Ch. 02

"Hi there, Mrs..." I started, realizing I didn't even know her name.

"It's Miller," she said before thinking about it a second, "But you can just call me Vanessa."

Vanessa. Perfect.

"So what can I do for you?"

She stepped in nervously. I could see that there was conflict in her eyes. Not enough conflict, I knew, that it would stop her but clearly she wasn't quite where I wanted her just yet. Still, she was here and that was good enough for now.

"Well, Doctor, The things is...the thing you showed me yesterday..."

"The orgasm I gave you," I said, again trying to sound clinical.

"Right," she nodded, "Well, the thing is I tried showing Cole how to do it last night, I didn't tell him about you obviously, and I thought it was going well enough but he stopped about half way through and then he, well, then we had sex our usual way and so I still haven't had an orgasm with him."

"Uh huh," I said, closing the door behind her, "So he couldn't do it with his fingers?"

She shook her head.

"No, he tried and, like I said it was OK Not as good as you did it but, you know, he's..."

A man, I thought

"...Not a doctor. He did it for a bit and said I was "ready" and then he got on top of me and, well..."

God I hated this guy. Even for a man he sounded loathsome. To have such an angelic, gorgeous creature and to neglect her entirely? I mean, I think most men are useless in the bedroom but at least some of them try their best. I can't help it, I began to feel very self-righteous about this. He deserved to have his wife taken from him. It was a pressing matter.

"So what did you want me to do then?" I asked, "Talk to him about it?"

She shook her head.

"Oh god, no, no I don't think that would be..." she trailed off, "No, I was hoping that maybe you could, I mean, I know I'm asking a lot of you while you're on holiday but maybe you could...show me again?"

I smiled. I had baited the hook. Now I just had to reel it in. But I knew that still demanded patience.

"Just so," she started, "If he really can't make me orgasm I could at least get better at getting there myself?"

God I wanted to fuck her so badly. Well, no, her husband fucks her badly. I wanted very badly to fuck her. She was just an adorable young woman learning just how great sex could be and I wanted to give her everything all at once. But I restrained myself.

"Certainly," I said, "But let's do it in my bedroom."

"Oh thank you doctor," She said with such genuine appreciation that it broke my heart a little. Still I could recognize that, in her voice, there was something else. A hunger. A desperation. She might want to maintain the facade for now that she was doing this so that her sex life as a married woman wouldn't be so miserable but I knew, and I suspected she did to, that she was in my room for one reason and one reason only. She wanted to cum and her husband couldn't do it.

We made the short trip to my bedroom and I could see the anticipation on her face. I delighted in the idea that she was this eager just after one small orgasm. When I really fucked her, when my hands and mouth brought her to multiple orgasms before my powerful thighs strap-on fucked whatever last vestiges of straightness she had out of her pretty little body...well, I was eager to find out just how deeply she'd fall.

"You should be naked for this." I said. She nodded. Truth be told I'd never seen anyone get undressed faster. She practically ripped her own clothes off. Soon enough that sexy little naked body was in front of me again. I pushed her backwards onto the bed and she fell down giggling with me on top of her. I began kissing softly at her neck.

"Doctor, oh, no, I just want...I mean...I didn't think we'd be kissing."

I smiled. She was still putting up that front.

"Shhh," I whispered, "I really want to show you what your body is capable of and foreplay is an important stimulus to giving you a really powerful orgasm."

I felt her squirm at that. The idea that the orgasm I'd given her, that had probably changed her world, wasn't as good as it got? Clearly she was intrigued enough to drop her objections.

I kissed down her neck and sucked her lovely breasts into my mouth, feeling her gasp and moan as her body was expertly teased and toyed with. Probably for the first time. My large hands found that wet little cunt of hers and I was stroking her even as I kissed down her stomach.

"Oh Doctor," she moaned, "I'm not sure you should..."

"Trust, Vanessa," I said soothingly, "If you're going to orgasm with your partner it's important that you trust them. That you give in to them. That you put your body completely in their hands."

She looked down at me, biting her lip in that sexy way that good girls do when you want them to be bad. She nodded. My lips found her beautiful delicate little flower and I began licking. Not slow, not soft. No, I gave her the powerboat version. I turned it up to 11. My tongue was a machine gun on her clit. My fingers pistoning in and out of her tight little cunt. Yesterday was showing her that she could cum, today was going to be about showing her how I could make her cum.

"Oh goodness," she moaned again, "Oh my god, it's so good, you're so good."

I smiled. I'm good with my fingers, I'm a surgeon with a strap-on but eating cunt? I'm the best. I didn't let up for a second. Rolling that little clit in my mouth, sucking it, nibbling at it, giving it little tugs. Her pussy was an orchestra and my tongue was it's genius conductor. Soon the cute little wife was screaming for me, clamping her thighs around my head and bucking like a unbroken mare in heat.

I knew that deep down, she knew what this was. There was no intellectual way to justify this. I wasn't showing her how she could get herself off. She wasn't going to be eating her own pussy. No, she was giving into the butch older lesbian because she needed to cum. Because she knew that deep down, she needed what only I could give her.

And she tasted incredible. Her tight little cunt was so wet on my mouth, so hot. Her juices flowing like Niagara Falls, clearly being stored up by never being properly seen to in her life. Or at least until last night in the sauna.

"Lick me, oh yes, right there, don't stop," she moaned. Her cute high-pitched voice sounding so incredibly sexual. I couldn't wait until it was saying the filthiest things imaginable. I knew I was going to take a special pleasure in getting her to say all of those things I like my newly broken in sluts to say.

"Oh please god, yes, I love it, I love it, I love it" she kept moaning. I knew she was close. I went a step further. My free hand slid around her tight little ass and, without warning, I slid a finger inside her tight little asshole.

"Oh no, Oh no, oh no, oh please...OH FUCK."

She came immediately and I could tell it was a massive one. She gushed her cum into my mouth as she rode my face even harder. I lifted her off the bed when she did, she was so light I could easily lift her upwards, presenting her open cunt even more to my hungry mouth. I never stopped licking her through it, in fact, I kept going, kept speeding up and it wasn't long until.

"I can't, oh god, you can't, I'm gonna I can't...YES YES YES!"

Again she came screaming, her first ever multiple orgasmic experience. I had her practically vertical now. I felt like I was the big bad Wolf eating up Little Red Riding hood. Devouring her. She came again and again in my mouth.

When I finally put her down and snuggled up against her, she looked completely changed. She was looking up at me with such adoration, such gratitude. I could tell that she knew this wasn't some bullshit "help" from a Doctor.

So I was tired of playing. I love making a woman cum. I love making her cum harder than a man can. The little noises, the little sounds...I love it all. But truth is, I'm like anyone else. I want to bust my own nut. I want to get mine.

I began pulling off my clothes, revealing my strong thick arms and thighs, pulling down my boxers and lifting up my shirt to reveal my heavy tits and my hairy cunt. I could tell that my body, the strength of it and the power combined with the age and weight, was a shock to her.

"Look, I..." She started. But I wasn't having any of it.

"Vanessa, how does your husband make you feel when he only cares about his orgasm and not yours?" I asked, "How does it feel to do everything to get your partner off but they don't do anything for you? Do you want to make me feel that way? After all I've done for you."

She shook her head.

"So what do you want me to do?" she said nervously, "Should I rub you like you did me or..."

I put my head firmly on her head, gripping her black hair tightly.

"Sweetheart, you're going to put that pretty little mouth of yours on my cunt. And you're going to eat me. And you're going to eat me until I cum all over that gorgeous face of yours. And then you're going to eat me again and again and again and you won't stop until I tell you that you can."

She looked nervous but she did as told, albeit slowly, crouching down and positioning herself between my splayed wide legs.

"Because if you don't," I said harshly, "I'm never going to make you cum again."

That did it. I saw a fierce fire in her eyes. A fierce hunger. She may have been some poor sweet virgin before I said those words but that ended it. She attacked my cunt like a mad woman, her tongue buzzing all around. She wasn't skilled but she was so eager, she looked like a little kitten lapping like crazy at my pussy.

It was intoxicating. I thought about her saying her wedding vows only a few days earlier but now, those same lips that said I do were glued to my hot, sticky cunt. I thought about her drunken idiot husband, out there on the golf course, while his gorgeous little wife tongued me like she was poisoned and the only antidote was my pussy juices. Fuck him. He didn't know what to do with her. Within two days I'd turned her into a fuck hungry little slut who was gnawing away at pussy because she was told to. If he couldn't keep her, he didn't deserve her.

Sweet little Vanessa got good fast. She found my big stiff clit and clamped down on it like she was suckling her mother's milk from it. Doing her best imitation of what I'd done to her.

"Oh yes, you sweet little baby dyke," I moaned, "Eat Mama's cunt."

She did, looking up at me with those big eyes, so desperate for approval. I didn't want to give her too much. She was going to spend the next few hours on her knees, after all.

"Fuck, yeah," I grunted as I pulled her closer into my cunt "You're going to make Mama cum."

She kept at it. Her tongue surprisingly long and agile. She really got deep. Finally, the orgasm I'd been holding back on for almost two days burst out of me.

"Fuck you little bitch, here it cums. Here cums...Mama FUCK".

I flooded her face with my hot sticky cream and she licked and licked and loved it. The orgasm pounded around my body, leaving my toes curled and my fist tightened in her hair. Making sure she had nowhere to go. It was one of the strongest orgasms I'd had in a long time. I was panting uncontrollably and practically whimpering I had cum so hard. Eventually, I came to a rest, collapsing against the bed's pillows and feeling like someone had knocked the wind out of me.

"Did you like that?" she asked, looking up at me again looking for that approval. I still wasn't going to give her what she was looking for though. I just grabbed her head and pushed her right back between my thighs.

"Bitch," I said, "You're not even close to being done."

And she wasn't. She did as told. I could tell she was completely mine now. She ate my pussy for hours after that. Obediently, every time she would cause me to burst a fresh batch of my juices onto her face she would hungrily lap it down before looking up at me and asking, in that cute little voice.

"More?"

And I would always nod. I lost track of how many times I came. She ate me in the bed, sitting on the couch, in the shower, everywhere. We stopped for only a few minutes when I'd ordered up room service. A pitcher of margaritas and a steak sandwich. I grabbed the food and drink and my new little slut and brought her out to the balcony. Sitting there, on a deck chair and feeling the warm sun beating down on me, the cute little black haired newly wed between my thighs eagerly licking me to one orgasm after the other...that was the vacation I had in mind.

Eventually though, the sun started to set and after I grunted and moaned my way through another orgasm, I knew we would have some decisions to make. Still, I wanted to make them myself. This time, her face completely glazed with my copious fluids, she looked up at me and asked the same question she'd been asking all day.

"More?"

I shook my head. I could see a light in her face sparkle. Whether it was because she thought she'd finally done the job or because she thought it might be her turn again I didn't know.

"You should go back to your room. Your husband will be getting home soon." I said, patting her on the head like she was a very good girl.

"But..." she said and with a look, I swear to god, I thought she was going to cry.

"Shhhh," I said, leaning down to give my new conquest a sweet kiss, "I want you to spend one more night over there. I think you need to think about today. What it meant. What it said about you. What it said about what you want. Where you want to go from here."

"But I already..."

Now I started to look angry.

"Do you really need to be told again?" I said

She shook her head no quickly and looking very contrite. I softened my own look. I knew that she didn't need the super hard hand but she did need a firm one. So I helped her off her very sore knees and walked her back to the door after she'd hastily put her clothes back on and I threw on a bathrobe. I could tell she wanted to say something to me and I had a hunch I knew what it was but there was later for that. I gently put my finger up to her lips and gave her a quick peck of a kiss. Our first.

"Go," I said, "You've got a lot of thinking to do. She nodded. She walked passed me and I gave her a hard slap on the ass, causing her to shriek and giggle. I watched her saunter off before she gave me a sweet little wave as she walked into her room and closed the door.

Truth be told, I was a little tired. It can be hard work drinking and having orgasms all day. I went to bed and curled up in the sheets, trying to ignore the still lingering dampness from the combined orgasms the two of us had. I fell asleep in complete silence. There were no muffled sex sounds from the other room that night.

I slept blissfully through the night before waking up, surprisingly, to a knock on my door. I looked over surprisingly and saw that it was only 9 in the morning. Even earlier than I expected. I got up, pulled on the thick white cotton bathrobe and answered the door. I was not surprised at all by who was there. It was my little sweet Snow White, her lips ruby red and wearing a cute little dress. She looked at me hungrily when I opened the door but I played it cool.

"Yes?" I said.

"I...uh..." she stammered, "I bought my husband a ticket for a deep sea fishing trip. He's going to be gone all day again."

"And?" I asked.

"And I was hoping I could come in." she said, looking just so desperate. I nodded. She took a step forward but I put my hand on her stomach and held her firmly outside my room. Now here it was. The moment of truth. I'd set my sights on ending her marriage and now was the true test of my efforts.

"You can come in," I explained, "But not like that. If you go back to your room, put on whatever is the sexiest little piece of lingerie you have and come back wearing just it and a pair of high heels, I'll let you inside."

"All I have is my bridal lingerie..." she said nervously.

"Then that'll have to be it." I said, hungering at the idea. I leaned in close to her, "And let me make something crystal clear. If you knock on my door again, it's not so we can experiment, it's not so I can help you cum. It's because you're going to come in here, and I'm going tofu ck you. I'm going to fuck you for days. If you choose to walk into my room, you will not return to your other room, you will sleep in my bed and..."

I could see her staring intently at me. I could tell her heart was racing and her breathing shallow.

"And that better be the last time I hear you refer to that man as your husband."

I saw my words hit her like a slap in the face. I could see the conflict raging inside her. I was presenting her with the ultimatum it had all been leading up to. I was asking her to choose between The life she'd grown up thinking she was going to lead, the husband and the two kids and the house in the suburbs and what I'd shown her. The life of unrestrained sex and lesbianism. The constant, blinding orgasms. The giving into the deep wanton desires that burned inside her. The life of the sweet, innocent wife or the wife of the fuck hungry little lesbian slut.

It was not a conflict that lasted long. She practically ran back to her room. I closed the door and waited for a few seconds for what I knew was about to come. Another knock on the door.

She'd done as told. She was standing before me in the sexiest little pair of white high heels, almost making her as tall as an average woman. She had thigh high white stockings, little silky white panties, a garter belt and a white push up bra that had those big tits of hers looking positively huge on her slender body. I couldn't believe it was the same little bashful woman I'd seen in the restaurant only a few days ago, now standing in such a sexy little outfit in the hallway. She clearly didn't see if anyone saw her presenting herself to me like that.

But I wasn't done.

"You're still wearing too much." I said.

She looked down at herself. She was wearing practically nothing. She looked up at me confused.

"Your wedding ring," I said, motioning to the small gold band on her finger, I held out my palm. I watched her hesitate for just a second before she pulled the thing off and placed it gently in my hand. Finally I nodded. She was mine. Irrevocably. I stood aside and let my newly won little trophy walk into the room.

The door wasn't even closed before we embraced in a fierce, hungry kiss. Our first. As if to seal the fact that there were no pretenses now, I eagerly took her busy little tongue into my mouth and sucked it as I squeezed those big breasts of hers.

It was her turn first. I bent her over the couch and started finger fucking her furiously, yanking those cute little white panties to the side.. Slamming three fingers in and out of her dripping wet cunt as I kissed and bit at her neck. She didn't take long to cum as my skilled fingers worked their magic. She was panting and screaming my name after only a few minutes. I wondered how long she'd lain in bed the night before, next to the man who used to be her husband. How long had she lied awake, listening to him snoring and wishing she could be in bed with me. How wet did her little pussy get when she thought about everything I'd done to her and everything she'd done to me.

"Oh fuck me, please, I love it, I love it, I'm yours, I'm yours OH FUCK!"

Clearly, I smiled as I fingerbanged her to heaven, she'd thought about it a lot.

My turn was next. Again she was on her knees eating my pussy. She was practiced now. Good, even. I knew that whatever woman she ended up with would owe me a ton.

But for now she was mine and her talented tongue worked my fleshy cunt until I came all over her pretty face. Then she licked me to another orgasm. Then another.

But it was what came next that really was great. Her lithe, nubile body on my bed, spread eagle and looking so incredibly sexy as I strapped on my big cock and got between her thighs.