You can read Part 1 here.

I blinked against the sun coming too aggressively through my window and shoved my phone under a pillow to bury the impending snooze alarm. My hand wandered sleepily down to my pussy and I mindlessly rubbed myself, hoping to find a little spark this time in my hazy state. I circled my clit with two fingers, the way I’d been doing since I was a kid. And still nothing. This was day fucking five since the doctor’s office and I couldn’t get off to save my life. 

I was restless and annoyed. Every little inconvenience bothered me. So when the snooze came on again, I couldn’t stop myself from chucking that fucker into my clothes basket across the room. How was I supposed to think about work and my dinner plans later when I hadn’t had an orgasm in five fucking days. 

I pulled my laptop out from under the bed to watch some porn in the few minutes I had before getting up for work. My favorites, the couple who always did it for me without fail, were already paused mid-ecstasy on the screen. I tapped play to resume the scene I’d gotten off to a hundred times before. He was pounding their girlfriend, hard and athletically, while she laid naked beside them smoking a huge blunt. I watched their movements and rubbed myself harder. That one move he does to flip her- I focused intently on what that would feel like. When he came all over her backside, I only felt the tiniest, weakest bit of wetness coming from within me in response.

Despondent.

I slapped the laptop closed and covered my eyes in hopes that I could at least cry. But there was just no fucking release to be had. I thought about the doctor and how much I hated him. His smug fucking laugh and his stupid books. The way he’d made me feel so awful about my condition, like it was MY fault. That humiliating walk home that thank god I only barely remembered.

And wow, he really did cross a fucking line when he rubbed his hard dick against me like that. What a gross and pathetic dude just taking advantage of a young woman needing help, especially given his authority and position. Clearly trying to get his rocks off in my vulnerable state, rubbing that dick against me, obviously getting himself even harder. That big, hard cock that was so close to my exposed pussy. Just throbbing there right under his zipper next to a needy patient…

I began touching myself again with my eyes closed as the feeling of the doctor’s fingers flashed in my mind. I stroked my lips slowly, methodically. What a huge dick, touching me like this. I could feel my breath move into my stomach and my pussy began to swell.

The audacity of that guy just using me like that when I was restrained and couldn’t do anything. I remembered the feeling of his bulge against me, pushing into me, and I involuntarily let a small moan escape. What did that cock look like, I wondered. I’ll bet it’s huge and ugly, maybe uncut and purple, engorged. I imagined him in that office taking that dick out of his pants, tapping my needy pussy mockingly.

Fuck. I’m so, so worked up. Jesus, don’t lose it. Stay focused. I stayed on the image of the asshole doctor teasing me with that fat cock and grabbed my dildo from my bedside table. 

He was pushing his tip against me, rubbing himself between my soaking wet lips, teasing my hole. I slipped a finger inside my pussy and felt just how much all my pent up juices were flowing now. I really needed to fuck myself. 

I flashed again to that fat cock and thought about how it would feel going into me, especially that first stroke, slow and deep, stretching me painfully but without resistance because I was so, so wet. I pushed my dildo into my pussy, hard, and gasped. 

Now the doctor was starting to fuck me, thrusting deeper and with a punctuated rhythm. I paced my dildo to do the same. I’d never gotten myself off quite like this before. My nipples were stiff and the orgasm building in me was coming from a very satisfying depth. I punched the dildo into me, each time harder than the last.

“Fucking take it, you little bitch.” And for some reason my mind saw him spit on me and rub my clit while he picked up the pace. God, when have I ever wanted someone to spit on me? But the disgust I felt at the thought just made me want it even harder. I spread my legs wide, letting one dangle off the bed, and lifted my hips to angle the dildo even deeper. 

“Tell me you’re a little bitch. Say it.” He was commanding me now. I’m a little bitch, I’m a little bitch. I was really fucking myself now and the sloppy wet noises filled up my room. For a quick moment I wondered if my neighbors could hear me moaning through the thin walls but there was nothing in me that wanted to interrupt the orgasm that was coming.

“Say it!” I heard him demand as he pushed into me deep with quicker, shorter thrusts. My moan grew as I continued to mirror the fantasy fuck, my body tensing around the buried dildo. My blood was pumping into my pussy, making it throb and grab everything inside of me hungrily. My back arched as I felt the edge of the release.

“Say it!!” He yelled at me as I imagined his thick, hot cum bursting inside me.

“I’m a little biiiiiitch!!!” I cried out loud, as the most fantastic orgasm ever spilled out of my body. The spasms rolled hard and I couldn’t stop my loud moans. I kept the dildo deep inside to feel my muscles rippling over its curves, my hips rolling around every sensation I could find. By the time I’d finally settled I was gasping for breath, panting. My first orgasm in five fucking days.

After an all too short recovery, I had to quickly shower and get ready, now so very late. But I let my body stay loose and calm after such a strong release. Oh fuck I’d needed that, and that was so epically good. Fuck that doctor and his treatments, I just need to cum like THAT. 

But after the haze began to lift, an unsettling realization crept up in me as I started my car to head into work- it was the thought of that asshole doctor that’d made me cum for the first time in five fucking days. That truth struck me hard and my face burned red. Do I really want to sleep with this guy? That smug molester prick?

I turned the idea around in my head as I was driving down the freeway. I’d certainly begged him when he had me at my most vulnerable, but that was a little unfair. I would have fucked anyone in that moment. Why did thinking about him now make me so fucking hot? 

My hand grazed my inner thigh and I felt my pussy tingle as I pulled my car into the parking deck. Fucking him was wrong. It was inappropriate. And more importantly, it was probably everything that egotistical asshole wanted in the first place. I shoved my hand up my skirt in a desperate attempt to get off quickly, to push him out of my brain before work.

As I convulsed around my fingers, it was clear what I needed to do: I was gonna have to fuck this doctor.