Anal Therapy

I was going to have to cum. There was no holding back.

Dr. Dross sensed it.

She jammed the dildo almost all the way inside me and tore off her bikini top. She flopped onto her back, forcing me off the couch.

"Cum on my tits," she said.

Kneeling next to her, I took aim at the creamy valley between her mountains. I stroked my piss pump once, and the jizz started gushing. The first blast splattered across one tit, while the second hit the other. The vibrating dildo slid out of my ass as I came and hit the floor with a thud. By the time I emptied my loins, the doctor's tits oozed with goo. It was pooling on her chest.

"Lick it up, bitch," she said.

I leaned down and sniffed my own cum. Dr. Dross shoved my face into it. My tongue worked frantically as the doctor forced my head up and down her cleavage. As I lapped up the salty jizz, I let it slide down my throat. The doctor was thorogh. We didn't let a single drop go to waste.

When the doctor released my head, I fell back onto the floor and smiled. The doctor sat up and smiled back.

"That was fun," I said. "But I don't understand how it's going to help me with my problem with my stepmother."

"Go get cleaned up," she said. "You can use the bathroom around the corner. And when you get back, we can discuss what you're going to tell your stepmother before you show her the tape we just made."

Fear shot through my body.

"What?" I asked.

Dr. Dross smiled.

"Trust me," she said. "I'm a professional."