Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
“Let me try with another finger,” I say persuasively, slowly edging in my middle finger along with my index. The slide is delicious and Kayla moans, her eyes closed as I penetrate further this time. Right when I’m about to give up and get my speculum, suddenly I feel a hard edge of the rubber.
“It’s here,” I growl. “Everything’s fine.”
Her eyes pop open.
“Can you pull it out, Daddy?”
I form my fingers into a hook, questing a bit in her swollen folds. My pants are in a huge tent, and I shift my hips so that she can’t see.
“No, honey. You’re so tight and small that it’s stuck in there pretty well. But don’t worry because there’s a solution. The best way to expel a small object like this is to have you orgasm. The convulsions in your pussy and ass will help push this object out.”
“My … what?” she asks, blushing fire-engine red.
I nod, trying to remain calm although at this point, I’m bursting from my jeans.
“When a woman experiences the ultimate climax, often her pussy and ass muscles will contract and convulse. Objects will be pushed out. It’s natural,” I manage in a normal tone.
She stares at me.
“You can’t just get it out with your finger?”
I shake my head.
“No, it’s too deep in there. But if I can get you to climax, I think we’ll have a very good chance.”
“Oh my god,” she gasps. “Help me Jesus.”
I grin at her.
“There’s no need to pray, honey. All I need to do is to have you come.”
She stares at me.
“Something wrong?” I ask, trying to look absolutely calm. She nods but then shakes her head and bites her lip.
“I mean, I know I spasm in my pussy when I come, but my backdoor? How do we get that to happen? Why do I even need to come back there?”
I smile.
“It’s good you brought that up because the anal convulsions are the most important,” I say smoothly. “We need your behind to spasm because that’s half of the force that will push the toy out.”
“Oh my gosh,” she breathes.
“Don’t worry, honey. It’s going to be fine. We’re going to get both of your holes to pump and that will expel the toy on its own.”
She bites her lip again, looking at me with quizzical eyes. Kayla is so beautiful that I feel like I’m a dream of some sort. How often does this happen to a doctor in his exam room?
“But how will we get me to spasm … you know, down there?” she asks breathily. “I can do it in myself from the front, but I’ve never touched myself in back before.”
I was waiting for this question because at this point, my hands reach for the zip of my pants. A smooth smiles crosses my face and I let out a low growl.
“Do you want me to show you, or do you want me to tell you, Kayla?”
7
Kayla
Oh my gosh, it’s really happening. My gorgeous ex-stepfather is unzipping his pants, which I’ve longed to see him do for years. Literally years. My desire was always repressed because we were supposedly family of a sort. After all, he was technically my mom’s husband, even if they were married in name only.
As a result, I held back. Sure, I wore my shortest skirts and sheerest nighties when he was around, but I never actually did anything. I pranced around like a teenage ho, knowing that I was safe. But now, circumstances have changed. George is unattached. I’m unattached. And we’re both consenting adults.
With a swift movement, he pulls down his zip and my mouth opens in a round “O.” Oh my goodness, he’s huge. His member is at least ten inches long, and as thick as a soda can at the base. Veins pulse up the top and bottom and the tip gleams wetly in the low light. I feel my insides go loose and wet, preparing for a man’s penetration.
“Are you going to put that in me?” I ask in a hoarse voice.
He nods.
“Yes, Kayla. It’s the best way to help you climax.”
A small, incoherent noise comes out of my throat.
“Yes, but how are you going to put it in me? After all, I have this thing stuck inside.”
His grin becomes knowing.
“Easy baby. I’m going to put it in you the back way, how else? You’re going to ride my rod until you find pleasure and emit the toy by yourself.”
I gape at him.
“Are you serious?”
He merely shrugs.
“You asked for a solution, and this is my professional medical recommendation,” he says with a grin.
At that I snort.
“No way.”
“Yes way,” he retorts just as quickly. “Now come here, Kayla. Let’s get you lubed up.”
My handsome doctor reaches over to his nightstand and pulls out a tube of oil. Then he squirts some into his palm before gripping his shaft and running it up and down so that he’s oiled, wet and gleaming.