My Dr Grooms me part 2.
Dr Shine Part two
He nibbled on my neck and even left a couple of very visible hickeys, marking me as is bitch, I guess. He also unzipped his trousers, and his long fat cock flopped out. He took my hand, and we held his cock together,
He instructed me on how to give a hand job. To this day, I can still remember how powerful his cock felt. I did not doubt that I was in the presence of a genuinely wonderful alpha male.
After that, our subsequent sessions were much more overtly sexual. He would ask me playfully if I was still a virgin (of course I was). There was also a little bit of sadism in him as he gave me gay porn, mags, sex toys and girls' panties for me to wear. He told me just to put them in my bottom drawer at home. He always wanted me to wear panties when I came to visit him. Pretty soon, our routine was that as soon as I arrived, he would encourage me to strip down to my panties, and he would go around to the front of the desk and unzip himself. The first few times I gave him hand jobs, and he spunked over my arm and arm and chest. To this day, I will never forget the first time he leaned over and licked his spunk off my body and then kissed me deeply and passionately as we swapped his manly spunk. It was unbelievably erotic, and since then, I have never resisted a snowball.
He was extremely clever as he would question me about the porn magazines. He encouraged me to talk about the Twinks I saw there getting fucked, about their gaped assholes leaking spunk. The more we discussed it, the more I understood where things were going. He started using two, even three fingers in my boi cunt, as he referred to it.
As well as panties, he insisted that when I wasn’t with him, I was learning how to stretch my boy cunt. He always wanted me with a butt plug inside me when I arrived.
He was an expert groomer which I mean as a compliment. Because the first time he took my ass, he engineered it so that I was begging him to take me. We would look at lots of gay porn; he would complement the Twinks who were getting reamed by their daddies. He would emphasise how it was an expression of love and respect.
By now, I had grown pubes around my little cock, but he emphasised that he wanted to see me clean-shaven. He bought me a razor and told me to always come to him with a smooth cock and balls and even armpits.
The day he took my ass, I had finally accommodated the largest butt plug he had bought me. After I stripped off, he asked me to bend over and inspected my progress, as he called it. He gently pulled the plug out and commented, “Oh, that’s a beautiful gape you have; I think you’re ready.”
He lifted me and carried me over to his examination table, MY ASS ON THE EDGE, LINED UP PERFECTLY FOR HIS COCK. HE PUT MY LEGS OVER HIS SHOULDERS. He then squeezed my nipples hard, perhaps to divert me, before pushing his cock halfway inside me. Maybe it hurt me the first time; to be honest, I don’t remember because now I only ever associate the doctor fucking my ass with extreme pleasure.
I have talked repeatedly about how gentle and kind he was, but he did change when he was fucking me. When I say he pounded my arse, I mean it. He never came quickly. My favourite position was to sit in his lap, facing him, feeling his balls deep inside me, kissing him like the little ****** bitch that I am. When we did this, he always bit my lip when he was spunking inside me. Even today, when I am wanking my cock, I love to bite the inside of my lip.
I think he also liked humiliating my mother. He laughed when I told him that my mother always washed and cleaned my soiled panties. I was a bit young to appreciate fully, but he must’ve felt great power over my simple mother, who worked as a cleaning lady, not hiding the fact that he was grooming me. A couple of times after he had spunked on my face and hair, he told me not to worry about hiding the spunk in my hair. Years later, watching the movie “There’s Something About Mary,” I could relate to Cameron Diaz!
When I was 14 or 15, he started taking me out to meet what I guess would be called a paedophile ring. We would meet in someone’s house for a gangbang. The doctor would encourage me to suck and get fucked by a number of his friends, telling me how proud he was of me. He would drive me home at the end of the evening, always insisting I gave him a blow job when he was parked outside.
Looking back, I think working-class people just accepted that the professional class in our town could use their fag boys. After all, the working class doesn’t think very highly of homosexual boys, so I’m guessing they probably felt that they were getting what they deserved. Maybe it was different for ***********, but perhaps even their parents thought being associated with the doctors and lawyers in the town would be good for their ***********.
It was common knowledge that these parties took place. It was a much more realistic situation than the panic over “paedophile rings” today. It was just a mature understanding that some men needed ********, and some ******** needed men. Simple as that.
Those gangbangs opened my eyes to other kinks, which were easier to engage in than in the doctor's practice. It’s there I learned to love golden showers.
He nibbled on my neck and even left a couple of very visible hickeys, marking me as is bitch, I guess. He also unzipped his trousers, and his long fat cock flopped out. He took my hand, and we held his cock together,
He instructed me on how to give a hand job. To this day, I can still remember how powerful his cock felt. I did not doubt that I was in the presence of a genuinely wonderful alpha male.
After that, our subsequent sessions were much more overtly sexual. He would ask me playfully if I was still a virgin (of course I was). There was also a little bit of sadism in him as he gave me gay porn, mags, sex toys and girls' panties for me to wear. He told me just to put them in my bottom drawer at home. He always wanted me to wear panties when I came to visit him. Pretty soon, our routine was that as soon as I arrived, he would encourage me to strip down to my panties, and he would go around to the front of the desk and unzip himself. The first few times I gave him hand jobs, and he spunked over my arm and arm and chest. To this day, I will never forget the first time he leaned over and licked his spunk off my body and then kissed me deeply and passionately as we swapped his manly spunk. It was unbelievably erotic, and since then, I have never resisted a snowball.
He was extremely clever as he would question me about the porn magazines. He encouraged me to talk about the Twinks I saw there getting fucked, about their gaped assholes leaking spunk. The more we discussed it, the more I understood where things were going. He started using two, even three fingers in my boi cunt, as he referred to it.
As well as panties, he insisted that when I wasn’t with him, I was learning how to stretch my boy cunt. He always wanted me with a butt plug inside me when I arrived.
He was an expert groomer which I mean as a compliment. Because the first time he took my ass, he engineered it so that I was begging him to take me. We would look at lots of gay porn; he would complement the Twinks who were getting reamed by their daddies. He would emphasise how it was an expression of love and respect.
By now, I had grown pubes around my little cock, but he emphasised that he wanted to see me clean-shaven. He bought me a razor and told me to always come to him with a smooth cock and balls and even armpits.
The day he took my ass, I had finally accommodated the largest butt plug he had bought me. After I stripped off, he asked me to bend over and inspected my progress, as he called it. He gently pulled the plug out and commented, “Oh, that’s a beautiful gape you have; I think you’re ready.”
He lifted me and carried me over to his examination table, MY ASS ON THE EDGE, LINED UP PERFECTLY FOR HIS COCK. HE PUT MY LEGS OVER HIS SHOULDERS. He then squeezed my nipples hard, perhaps to divert me, before pushing his cock halfway inside me. Maybe it hurt me the first time; to be honest, I don’t remember because now I only ever associate the doctor fucking my ass with extreme pleasure.
I have talked repeatedly about how gentle and kind he was, but he did change when he was fucking me. When I say he pounded my arse, I mean it. He never came quickly. My favourite position was to sit in his lap, facing him, feeling his balls deep inside me, kissing him like the little ****** bitch that I am. When we did this, he always bit my lip when he was spunking inside me. Even today, when I am wanking my cock, I love to bite the inside of my lip.
I think he also liked humiliating my mother. He laughed when I told him that my mother always washed and cleaned my soiled panties. I was a bit young to appreciate fully, but he must’ve felt great power over my simple mother, who worked as a cleaning lady, not hiding the fact that he was grooming me. A couple of times after he had spunked on my face and hair, he told me not to worry about hiding the spunk in my hair. Years later, watching the movie “There’s Something About Mary,” I could relate to Cameron Diaz!
When I was 14 or 15, he started taking me out to meet what I guess would be called a paedophile ring. We would meet in someone’s house for a gangbang. The doctor would encourage me to suck and get fucked by a number of his friends, telling me how proud he was of me. He would drive me home at the end of the evening, always insisting I gave him a blow job when he was parked outside.
Looking back, I think working-class people just accepted that the professional class in our town could use their fag boys. After all, the working class doesn’t think very highly of homosexual boys, so I’m guessing they probably felt that they were getting what they deserved. Maybe it was different for ***********, but perhaps even their parents thought being associated with the doctors and lawyers in the town would be good for their ***********.
It was common knowledge that these parties took place. It was a much more realistic situation than the panic over “paedophile rings” today. It was just a mature understanding that some men needed ********, and some ******** needed men. Simple as that.
Those gangbangs opened my eyes to other kinks, which were easier to engage in than in the doctor's practice. It’s there I learned to love golden showers.
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