6 Times a Day

Drunk Dargon Special 🐉 [ 6 / 10 ]

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Once they had all their required business out of the way, Alan said, "Akami, take my place in the examination chair. I'm going to see just how wet you've gotten."

She obeyed his command eagerly. All the talking about his sex life was slowly reviving his libido, but he still wasn't fully there. He'd gotten erect talking to her, but then her drawing blood had caused him to deflate again. Somehow, he'd have to start all over on another erection.

With her feet in the stirrups, he spread her thighs as wide as possible, dropped down on his knees and began licking her pussy. He was still inexperienced in doing that, but Katherine's enthusiasm in response to his oral efforts on her that morning made him want improve. That had been in the dark during a sixty-nine, so he knew it had been a rough time. Still, he hoped that what he'd learned there would give him at least some clue, so he wouldn't make a complete fool of himself. Mostly he thought of doing it so he could stall for time and hide the fact that his penis still wasn't hard.

Akami didn't really mind his inexperience. She was beside herself with joy because cunnilingus was something her regular lover, Dr. Fredrickson, never did, as he found having his nose in someone's pubic hair to be repugnant. (Although he didn't feel the same way when it was someone else's nose in his.)

Alan was initially bothered by the hair, but before long he decided it wasn't really that big an issue. Although her snatch was unshaven, she had a rather sparse bush, so he found he could lick her labia while avoiding most of her pubic hair.

Although he was very tentative, she loved it just the same. It was a lucky thing for him that his first time was with Katherine and not someone more experienced with it, like Suzanne, or he might have been chastised.

Akami loved getting eaten out. In the process, she had more orgasms and leaked more cum than she ever had before. But all the stimulation only inflamed her need. Soon she was begging him, "Fuck me! Enough of that! Take me! I want your cock, not your tongue! Do me! FUCK me!" She yelled this so loud that Dr. Fredrickson didn't need the secretly placed microphones to hear her quite clearly from his office.

Alan pulled off of her altogether. The delay, along with the smell and taste of her pussy, had made his dick hard and ready to fuck. But rather than satisfy her sexual cravings, he just stood there as she squirmed around in need and anticipation. "Nurse, I appreciate your enthusiasm. But do you remember what you said last time? You said titfucks were very therapeutic. I completely agree, and believe me, I've been practicing them a lot, just as you requested. You said I should come back here and titfuck you again, then we could compare and contrast that with a real fucking. So why don't we do that?"

"NoooOOOOoooo!" she cried in desperation. "Let's do it the other way around! Real fuck first and titfuck later! I can't wait!" She frigged her slit with her fingers, but that just made her want his real, larger penis in it that much more.

The examination table/chair was in the up position, making it more like a chair, so he worked the controls and brought it down until it lay flat like a bed. He took his sweet time making the changes, while she squirmed even more desperately with every passing second. Finally he got up on her and straddled her stomach.

She still protested. "No! You're too high on me! Scoot down, towards my pussy!" As though he hadn't even heard her pleas, he placed his dick between her boobs, pressed them together, and began thrusting in and out.

Soon her cries of "No!" were replaced by cries of "Yes!" and a lot of loud moaning.

As soon as she pressed her boobs together to make a fuck tunnel, he put his fingers in her mouth and thrust them in and out as if they were another cock. With his other hand he pulled at her nipples so hard she thought they would twist right off. He repeatedly pulled her entire tit up into the air by the nipple. She was surprised to discover that she loved it.

He felt he could last forever, but he finally had mercy on her and moved himself over her pussy.

"Lower! Lower! Yes! Right there!" she screamed as he scooted down her body.

When he got ready to put his dick into her, he knew she would scream even louder, and he was worried about Dr. Fredrickson hearing (not to mention the rest of the neighborhood), so he decided to lie down on her chest and stick his fingers back in her mouth, because he was too tall to fuck her while blocking her mouth by kissing her. That quieted her just like giving a baby a pacifier, but he was slightly pained when he finally speared her pussy, because that caused her to bite down reflexively on his fingers.

He fucked her hard for many long minutes. He liked the fact that he had the nurse in the usual position of a patient on the examination table. It made him feel like a very naughty doctor.

After about twenty minutes, he played out his doctor fantasy more overtly. He said to her, "Nurse, you seem quite hot. I'm afraid I'm going to have to measure your temperature. Turn over so I can insert a rectal thermometer."

She turned over and presented her ass to him, expecting that he would take her there. She seemed very willing. She actually didn't give him an okay, but her labored panting showed how much she liked the idea.

He considered it for a second, but decided it was "too gross." Besides, he didn't have a clue how to do it. Instead, he mounted her doggy style.

She was just as happy with the new position and she was very vocally appreciative with all her moaning. Things were going along at a steady rhythm when she suddenly shouted, "Condom!"

"Oh shit!" He pulled out immediately.

They had to take a breather while he got a condom and put it on. He was frustrated at himself. First Heather today, and now the nurse. I'm brain-dead when it comes to using condoms. Duh! That's gonna ruin me one day if I don't get smart.

But soon they were back fucking doggy style in a good rhythm. After several more minutes, they changed positions again. He had her sit on top of him. He watched her boobs rotate in circles as she bounced up and down on his pole. She moved up and down, twisting right and left, leaning forward and back, never repeating exactly the movements she'd done before. She rose and dropped, forcing him deep into her, followed by rising up slowly, keeping just the head and a little of his shaft inside before working her cunt rapidly up and down on just a few inches, then engulfing his entire shaft once again.

He was lost in his enjoyment of her gyrations. This feels absolutely fantastic. It's like she's a machine designed to give me nothing but pleasure, but she's enjoying it as much as I am. I'm doing everything in my power to hold off from cumming. I just hope I can outlast her!

She couldn't believe how long he could fuck without cumming. It was far beyond anything she had ever experienced or even heard about, particularly with such a novice fucker.

At first she was just enjoying it greatly, but then she suddenly began a nearly nonstop climax. He kept on fucking until she plateaued at a level of being literally fucked senseless. She clenched the sides of the examination table and held on for dear life. At that moment she had no idea who she was, where she was, or what she was doing. She simply gave herself completely to the pile driver deep within her and the overwhelming pleasure engulfing her body.

Alan was enjoying it too, but his wasn't the transcendent experience of total gratification that Akami was reaching.

They had lost all track of time until she fell back on top of him, exhausted and limp as a wet dishrag. Alan hadn't climaxed yet, but it was clear the fucking was over for a while. They both lay on the examination chair for many minutes, trying to catch their breath.

Although Akami felt wiped out, Alan in contrast felt re-energized. Despite all the exertion, and the fact that his penis had gone flaccid after they stopped, he felt better and more alive than when he'd entered the office. He wasn't sure whether the sex was just good therapy or if bravado could be a self-fulfilling prophesy, but he was definitely amazed at himself. He seemed to have reserves of energy that he'd never known existed. He'd just gone with the flow and ceased to care, with a surprisingly good result. He felt as if he'd entered some kind of zone, like a runner who has been running for so long that he ceases to feel tired.

His only regret was that he hadn't remembered to use a condom at first. Am I just asking for trouble or what? Thank God she remembered. I just let my lust take control of my brain. I'm gonna be a daddy soon if I don't watch out!