Succulent
I
understood?”
    “Clear as a bell doc.” She said softly, on
some level knowing this wasn’t doctor Pounder, that was purely
Grayson speaking. He slapped the other cheek and sent Josie
lurching forward with a gasp.
    “Oh doctor.” She whimpered. “Be nice to
her.” Grayson cocked a brow pressing his thumb to the diamond,
adding a small bit of pressure. She gasped shaking her head, that
pressure felt so good it made her wetter. Grayson wiggled it making
her moan.
    “Are you fucking kidding me?” She growled.
He kissed her, one of his oily hands slipping up her flat tummy
slowly and cupping one of the large jugs. “Baby.” Josie
trembled.
    “You have to be punished Josie. You missed
two appointments this month.” He said. Josie grinned biting her
lip. “I’m afraid you’ve been letting that boring husband of yours
play with my pussy.” He was still jiggling the diamond with his
thumb and she was close to an orgasm, Grayson stopped. Josie’s arms
trembled; she gripped the comforter trying to hold herself up. He
bit her ass cheeks Josie whimpered. He squeezed them, moaning. He
was so turned on his cock was poking her hip.
    “I’m sorry. He’s very handsome and sexy and
sometimes I can’t help myself.” She tried to stay in character but
she was losing it. He slapped both cheeks repeatedly, watching them
jiggle until she pulled away trembling. Josie looked at him biting
her lip.
    “Turn over.” He said. He stood and started
around to the other side. She saw how hard he was and it made her
smile.
    “You’re really very hard.”
    “You should look at me more often.” He said.
“He’s always hard.”
    “Good to know, Doctor.” She turned over
opening her legs wide. Grayson watched her as he took the long blue
satin ties from their packaging. Josie stroked her clit while he
watched her. Her fingers dipped into the sweet warm depth of her
and came out streaked with the delicious fluffy nectar he
craved.
    “You’re creaming.” He said grinning. Josie
grinned at him.
    “You should look at me more often.” She
repeated his words. “She always creams when you’re about to fuck
her.”
    “Good to know.” He said with a wink. Josie
bit her lip as he walked over. Grayson slid his hand down between
her thighs and began to stroke her clit so lightly, Josie
whimpered, raising to his touch. Her ass tightening around the
plug. Her nipples grew harder. He put her fingers into his mouth,
licking away the delicious cream and did the same with his fingers
before stroking her again.
    “Oh Grayson.” She whimpered. “Please.”
    “What did you say?”
    “What?” She didn’t realize what she had
called him.
    “You called me by his name.” Grayson said.
“That’s an extra hard pounding you know.” Josie shook her head.
    “No. I’m sorry.”
    “And I’m not giving you any slack on the
ties either.” He grabbed her wrist bringing her arms above her
head.
    “But he’s my husband. Surely you-,” Grayson
looked at her lowering his lips to hers.
    “I’m the only man who’s name comes out of
these lips.” He said. “I’m the only man who’s cock come out of
these lips.” He cupped her hard. Josie threw her head back into the
mattress whimpering.
    “Yes doctor.” She whimpered. He slapped her
pussy shocking her into a shiver. Josie watched him tie her hands
and move to her legs. He stopped for a brief tasting detour. Josie
stared at him as he stared at hers. His tongue flickering wildly
over her clit before he wrapped his mouth around it and suckled
moaning. Grayson slid his tongue into her tasting her wildly,
watching her as she arched. She quivered crying his name.
    “You just did it again.” He said stopping,
his chin covered with her nectar.
    “I’m sorry doctor. I can’t think straight.”
She panted. Grayson grinned kissing her.
    “Am I turning you on?”
    “Oh God yes.” Josie said, nearly cried.
“Doctor please.” He took out his cock. It was standing large and
proudly.

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