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《 S M U T 》

V. D E L E T E D S C E N E

"Are you glad you chose me to be your patient?" Mr. J asked, leaning forward. His lips stretched in a wide smile. His red lipstick smudged around the corner and I wanted to remove them with my finger. His hypnotizing blue eyes staring deep into my soul as if he already knows the answer. His voice was low and husky and he was wearing a straigh-jacket.

Bounding him like that only made him look more powerful. Even if he couldn't use his arms, he still was the same powerful man everyone was terrified of. The man that everyone would still cower away from with hands or without hands.

"Maybe." I said, tapping the tip of the pen on the table, feeling a little cheeky as I gave him a mischievious smirk. He seemed to enjoy my response and butterflies filled my stomach, looking at him smile wider. He leant much forward, and I leant forward as well, making sure that there was a little distance between us.

"Maybe?" Mr. J pouted. "Do I not satisfy you Doctor?"

"I don't know." I said biting my lip, having fun at the situation. I placed the pen down and adjusted my glasses which were sliding down my nose. The air-conditioner was not working today. They were repairing everything and the room felt very hot. It must be much more difficult for him because he was in the straight-jacket. A sweat droplet trickled down my forehead and I wiped it away.

"Remove it." It was a simple order and I knew what he wanted. His voice was very low and husky. Too erotic, making me shiver and an unfamiliar feeling settled in my stomach, making sparks fly everywhere down to my core. I shuddered at his voice. The room felt very hot, like it was lit on fire. A sweat droplet trickled down my spin and I shivered. Without breaking his gaze, I removed the glasses from my face and placed it down on the table.

"Release your hair." He ordered again, his eyes swirling with desire and I felt compelled to do what he wanted. I let my hair loose and his smirk dropped. Only lust, desire and wonder showed on his face and I leaned forward, almost nose-touching, I said, "Do ya like it Mistah J?" My accent slipped and he licked his lips, his eyes lingering on my cleavage and I enjoyed each and every moment of his uninterrrupted attention. He looked at me like I was a piece of art.

"Sit down on the table." He said and my eyes widened a fraction at his command. "Do it." He whispered huskily, and I gulped, not moving an inch. I tried hard not to give into the command, not to give into the desire. He always wins, this time, I was determined to win.

"Do it. I dare you. I will make you glad you chose me." He whispered against my lips, and I shivered, feeling desire fill me up. The room temperature turned hotter as I removed my white coat, flinging it across the room carelessly and sat down on the table, my legs dangling on the side which he sat down. I looked down to see him looking up at me with a victorious naughty grin. My heart was hammering against my chest as I saw a sweat droplet trickling down his pale throat. His adam's apple throbbing up and down as he used his legs to pull the chair closer to me.

"Open your legs for me baby." He whispered and I did what he said, feeling my stomach fill up with a fire that only he can tame.

Suddenly, he lowered down, disappearing under my skirt and I gasped as I felt him lick my core. His wet cold tongue against my burning hot core made me want to scream with pleasure. I held the table for support and he growled. The vibration of his growl making me want to cum right then. My breath hitched and I felt sweatier.

He moved away, and I looked down at him, wanting more. He licked his lips, savouring the taste. "Remove your skirt for me."

I did what he said and removed the skirt. He grinned at the sight of me in my panties and I removed it down slowly as well. This time I took my time to remove it and I could feel him breathing harder. It was loud, his breath filling the room. Once my panties was off, he dived right in, burying his face in between my legs and I screamed in pleasure with the flicks he inflicted against my sensitive skin.

"Hold my head." He commanded and I did, gripping a handful of his electric green hair and moaned out loud at the euphoric feeling he was giving me. "Push me down. Push me to give you what you want."

I did as he said, and pushed him further in, and I felt his tongue dive into me, doing wonders to my body as a cry of pleasure left my lips.

"Scream my name." He said and I screamed out his name as his tongue started flicking fast up and down on my clit. My vision blurred and I could only see white and black spots everywhere. Desire flared right through me and I wondered how he managed to do this to me. How he was able to control me even if he was in a straight-jacket.

It turned me on even more, and I pulled him away from me, and got down from the table, straddling him and crashed my lips onto his. I could feel his victorious smirk against my lips. He growled at my action and I could feel him pressing onto my stomach, letting me know what he was feeling as well. I gasped at the size of his and my hands reached for the back of his straight-jacket, desperate for his touch and once I removed it, his hands were immediately on me, roaming up and down, not missing an inch of my skin.

Claiming me as he squeezed my breasts. I moaned, my fire only fuelling up. I fiddled with the belt on his pants but before I could remove it, he held my hands, holding them on my back, behind me, and pulled me towards him. He had a naughty grin stretching his lips. I was panting heavily. My chest heaved up and down. The sexual tension and frustration was so strong, I almost wanted to cry for his touch. His strong and muscular skin pressed up all against my chest was only making my mind go haywire. I wanted him now.

He leaned forward, reaching my ear, and whispered, "You lose Harley." He had a victorious tone in it.

"I don't fucking care." I groaned, pressing myself onto him more, making his eyes go a shade darker.

We were role-playing. It was a lazy sunday and we didn't know what to do. Suddenly, this idea popped up in our head and we did it. I role-played as my former self and he role-played as...himself. The first one to give in to the desire loses. We even set the area up so that it looked like our office.

"Puddin' I need you right now." I begged, feeling completely at his mercy and he trailed his lips down my jaw, his hands letting my hands go. My skin trickled with sweat droplets and he licked them, from my jaw, making my skin erupt with goosebumps. "Take me baby."

My hands reached his pants, undoing everything and soon we were in the land of euphoria and ecstacy.

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Do ya like the way I flick my tongue or nah? You can ride my face until you are dripping cum. Can you lip the tip and throat the dick or nah? Can ya let me stretch that pussy out or nah?

(this song is so dirty but I love it anyway)

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