Respect
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Synopsis: A young married couple struggle with love and fidelity as they transition towards an alternative lifestyle.
Story Codes: M/F, Cheating, Pregnant, BDSM

Note: This story was written before I knew how to write. I have never found the time or enthusiasm to give it a proper editing. As such, it's served "as is" and I apologize for the inconvenience. -rr

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Respect
Fiction by Rachael Ross

Chapter One


I couldnt bear the thought of sneaking around all the time. Going behind my husband's back to meet a boyfriend. He loves me and trusts me, so I don't want to hurt him, but I need a little more than he can give me, you know? He works so hard, putting food on our table, buying me little unexpected gifts that are just perfect. He's a pretty amazing guy, my husband, I'm a lucky woman and I know it. So I don't want to lose him. But, gosh, I just need...sex.

I'm only 20 years old, but sometimes I feel a lot older, just because I only get it from my husband maybe once every two weeks or so. He's tired, I know, exhausted from the daily stress. And he does try, but I hate making him do it, when he's so obviously uninterested. I do buy sexy clothes for him; you know lingerie, stockings and garters, thongs and peek-a-boo bras. I'm 5'4" tall about 105lbs, with a good hard body, a great ass, fine legs, and I got a boob job, so my breasts are magnificent 34C's now. My face is pretty, my teeth fine, my eyes brown and hair a long healthy wave of black silk. So, I don't know what else to do, nothing seems to work with him.

Maybe its because Im just not into really weird stuff, you know? I mean dressing up is okay, its even fun, but when we first started dating, and even right after we were married hed ask me to try things. But I guess Im olad fashioned? Or it was my upbringing maybe, which Id never thought of as being particularly strict, anyway I just wasnt comfortable with some of the things he suggested. But we could still have sex, wouldnt you think? That was all I really wanted and it was frustrating when he wouldnt give it to me.

Like I said though, I didn't really want to fool around on him. I love him. I masturbated a lot, and that helped, but not much. I need a man's touch. So, I was talking with a friend of mine named Clarice. Her husband is always there with her, a very attentive man of about 35 or so. She's 38 and comfortable with that as shes a strikingly attractive woman. I use her for my role model when I go shopping. If I look at a dress, I say to myself, 'Would Clarice wear something like this?' and if the answer is no, then I don't want it. So she has a lot of influence over me.

I started talking to her one day about my sex life. Actually, I think she brought it up, speaking at first about another friend of hers whom I vaguely knew. Clarice doesn't gossip very much, so this surprised me, but the conversation soon changed to mine, as I said. I told her I was a little frustrated, I supposed, because my husband wasn't very active in that department. He had a low sex drive, I shrugged.

"And yours is...high?" Clarice smiled at me.

"Yeah." I nodded and giggled a little self-consciously. "High like through the roof sometimes, you know?"

"Yes, I think I do." She was smiling at me. "Have you taken a lover?"

I gasped at that. "No, of course not!" I told her. We'd only gotten married 8 months before. "I thought it was common decency to wait at least a year!" I joked.

Clarice laughed too. "I have several lovers." She told me. "It really is the best thing when two people are in love, but just unsatisfied in that one small way."

I looked at James, her husband who was sitting there nearby, reading a book and drinking some iced tea. He must have heard his wifes words, which means he must have known...and didn't care? I wondered about that.

"Oh, James doesn't mind if I have lovers, do you James?" She smiled at her husband.

"No dear, of course not." He looked up and smiled back at her.

"See, Lisa?"

"But, uh, excuse me for being nosy, why doesn't your husband care?" I couldn't help but ask, could I?

"Oh, he probably would if I hadn't had him castrated." Clarice shrugged. "But since I've removed his balls, he's so much more relaxed and understanding."

"YouWhat?" I couldn't have heard her right. "I'm sorry Clarice, did you say you removed hisballs?"

"Well, I didn't do it of course. I have a friend, a doctor friend, who specializes in that sort of thing. She's very good; maybe you should talk to her about Jack."

Jack was my husband. "But, ohI don't think so. He'd never even think about that, and besides we want to have children someday, so" I was shaking my head.

"Well, it was just a thought, Lisa." Clarice smiled and changed the subject. 

But the seed had been planted, as she'd known it would be, and I often found myself thinking about what she'd told me. I tried to picture what my husband would look like without his balls. They really were kind of ugly. I mean, I know some women like them, but I found them to be ratherunseemly. A hairy little sack swinging back and forth? Ugh! Where was the excitement in that?

One night, lying in bed with my husband, I started fondling his cock, trying to get him stirred up because I was feeling the need. But he just sighed and rubbed my thigh. He loved me, but he said he was just too wound up to relax, he had numbers and accounts and clients dancing through his head. He needed to work extra hard because we needed a new car, blah blah blahI'd heard it all before and it didn't make the ache between my legs feel any better.

I felt his balls, hairy and warm, rolling them around in my fingers gently. I started thinking that maybe losing those wouldn't be such a bad thing. Clarice's husband was perfectly normal, very calm, almost sedate, but a lot of fun to be around too. He was the model of a good husband, just like Jack. The only real difference was that James didnt mind if his wife had a lover, whereas my husbandI couldnt even imagine his reaction.

"Jack?" I whispered.

"Hmmm?" He responded softly. "What is it, baby?"

"What do you think of castration?"

"Huh?" He rolled over. "Castration? Are you getting a dog?"

"No, Jack, I mean like a guy, a man getting castrated."

"Oh. MmmI don't know." He started sleeping about then and I rolled over, frustrated as usual and finding it hard to sleep.

If Jack was castrated, I kept thinking, perhaps I could be with another man then. I could be having all the sex I could handle and Jack wouldn't care. He'd still be the same, and I'd be so much happier. He might be happier too, Clarice seemed to think so. It really could work, I thought, if we could get around the baby issue.

I spoke with Clarice a couple days later, asking her about that doctor she'd mentioned.

"Oh, have you been thinking about getting Jack fixed?" She asked.

We were seated in the backyard with a young Hispanic woman, Roselyn, who couldnt have been more than 18 or 19 at the most. She was exotic, which made her all the more beautiful with her dark skin and black eyes. I didnt understand exactly what her relationship with Clarice was, but the two women seemed close somehow. 

"Uh, kind of, I don't know. I'd just like to ask some questions, you know?"

"Oh sure, I have her phone number in my address book. Roselyn, would you be a dear and get Dr. Lyon's phone number please? It's on my writing desk. Thanks sweetie."

Yes maam. The young woman nodded and walked off to find the information. 

"Oh Dr. Lyons really is very good, too. You'll like her I think. She's been castrating men for years and I've never heard of anyone complaining." Clarice continued, gazing after her Hispanic friend.

"There are more castrated men in town?" For some reason I'd imagined Jim as the only one.

"Oh yes, dear! Clarice chuckled. Quite a few in fact. Most of my friends have had their husband's castrated already. It really is a very trendy thing nowadays, even among newlyweds like yourselves."

"Really?" I was surprised at that.

Roselyn returned with the phone number, written on a piece of stationary for me in her neat handwriting. "Here you are, Lisa. She gave me a little smile. She was quite beautiful but there was something about her dark eyes that was vaguely unsettling.

"Oh, okay. Thanks Roselyn, thank you Clarice." I smiled at the two women and decided I'd call this doctor and see what the deal was.

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"Sunrise Care Services, my name is Peter, how may I direct your call." A very nice man asked me.

"Uh, Dr. Lyon's office please."

"Thank you, have a nice day." He said and then another phone was ringing.

"Good morning, Dr. Lyon's office, Nurse Ryan speaking, may I help you?"

"Hi, good morning, I got your number from a friend of mine and I was wanting some information regarding a, uh...castration procedure?" I actually blushed when I said it, I think, although I don't know why.

"Sure, I can answer any questions you might have. Could I have your name please?" She sounded very young.

"Myname? I just wanted to ask"

"I understand, we just like to keep a record of who calls, the information is confidential, I assure you."

"Oh, well, my name is Lisa Pavageau and my husband's name is Jack." I hadn't meant to say that!

"Then I take it this is regarding the castration of your husband?"

"Uh, yes." I winced.

"And how old is your husband, Lisa?"

"He's um, 27 years old."

"Oh, that's a good age to get castrated." The woman told me.

"It is?"

"Oh yes, there's numerous health issues related to the testicles that first arise in the 25-35 age bracket. Many of these problems are undetectable by normal examinations until the they become symptomatic, and by then the medical costs of treatment is much higher, and the likelihood of successful treatment much lower. So many men who are very ill today, in their 40's and 50's would be living much better, healthier lives if they'd been castrated when they'd been 30 or so."

"Really?" I wondered how she remembered all that, but maybe Dr. Lyons really did have a lot of customerser, patients or whatever.

"Oh, yes ma'am, thats a medical fact. Of course the biggest issue is that the medical establishment is largely run by men, if you catch my meaning, Lisa." She chuckled softly.

"Ah." I said, being a little unsure of what she meant.

"Men being, well, men...They're a little reluctant to publish the fact that castration as a preventive medical measure is both feasible and desirable."

"I see. Actually castration as preventive medicine sounded a little strange to me. I mean I wouldnt want to get a mastectomy to prevent breast cancer, would I? But what about, uh babies? I want to, we want to, start a family and if..."

"Oh we always preserve sperm specimens from all of our patients. Your husband's sperm would be stored indefinitely, and available for in utero fertilization any time you desired it. The viability of the process is right around 98% which means very little of the spermatozoa itself is degraded, and in general terms it isn't even worth worrying about since the average patient donates roughly 10CC's of sperm containing literally millions of healthy sperm cells."

"So I could get pregnant any time I wanted?"

"That's right Lisa, exactly like that. All that is required is your husband to sign a few forms releasing his sperm for fertilization. He can sign those anytime and they'll stand up in any court in the country. Our clinic isnt interested in a hypothetical custodial battle over sperm; she giggled, we leave that to the daytime talk shows."

"So even if we gotdivorced, I could still get impregnated by him?"

"As long as the paperwork has been done, sure."

Wow! My mind was going a hundred miles an hour. Is there such a thing as too much good news? That made me smile, but still, the whole castration thing was sounding strange too. This girl was almost excited about it!

"And, umwhat about the procedure itself?" I wondered. "Is it"

Nurse Ryan reassured me immediately. "Oh, the procedure is very simple. Unless your husband has complications, such as hemophilia for example, the castration itself is an out-patient procedure. That means he comes in and we prep him for surgery, Dr. Lyons removes his testes and excess tissue, and we suture him back up. It takes less than two hours and he's back home."

"It doesn't hurt, does it?" I had no desire to hurt my husband, of course.

"No. Not at all. We generally prefer to use just a local anesthetic, since anytime a patient is put unconscious it creates small but unavoidable risks. Of course, some men, many men, would prefer to be completely out during their castration." Nurse Ryan laughed. "But unless there's a real medical reason, we keep them awake. Dr, Lyons believes that seeing their balls removed is also good for the psychological health of the patient."

"I see." I paused for a moment, wondering if I'd asked about everything I wanted to.

"Would you like to set up a consultation?" Nurse Ryan suggested.

"Oh! UhI don't know, um"

"It's okay, you probably haven't really had a chance to discuss this with your husband yet, have you?" Nurse Ryan must have had a lot of experience with young wives like me.

"No, umnot yet."

"Well, you could still come by, if you like. By yourself, or with your husband, and see our facilities, meet Dr. Lyons. Especially if you find it hard to talk to your husband. We might be able to suggest some methods to convince him of the value castration can add to his life...and yours, Lisa."

I could almost hear Nurse Ryan's smile through the phone and I couldn't help but make an appointment with Dr. Lyons for the following week. I wasnt really sold on the idea, it was just one of those weird thoughts really, but if Clarice seemed to think it was a good idea

As we lay in bed that night, I broached the subject again with my husband. Dear? I was rubbing his chest lightly, knowing all too well that Id probably get no physical interest out of him. I was thinking about thatthingthat we talked about the other night.

Mmm He murmured sleepily. What thing?

The castration thing. I glanced at him but he just lay there. Did you know it can be really good for you?

Good for me? What? Jack turned over, onto his side facing me.

Castration, the doctors say it can be really healthy.

Lisa. He almost laughed. What the hell are you talking about?

I love you. I just want to do whats best for you, thats all. I didnt add that I thought it would be pretty good for me too.

I have the biggest presentation of my life in three days. He sighed. The president is going to be there, the CFO, all the department heads Jack shook his head. And youre talking about cutting off my balls? He did laugh then.

Well, I think it would help you. I shrugged a little. The lady I spoke to said a lot of stress comes from having balls. I wasnt explaining this very well, was I?

A lady? A woman? Jack closed his eyes. What would any woman know about balls? He rolled over again. Just go to sleep, okay?

He wasnt taking me seriously, I realized. I was just his trophy wife, not someone he wanted advice from. It made me more than a little sad and try as I might, I just couldnt think of a way to make my concern for him any plainer. I really hoped Dr. Lyons would have some ideas, if not about castration, then a pill to make him horny, at least.

I kept my appointment, feeling vaguely uneasy that I was alone. Jack should have been with me, but Nurse Ryan, who turned out to be a very attractive young girl, maybe 20 years old and just out of nursing school, reassured me.

Most of our patients dont come to the first visit. She smiled and patted my arm. Their husbands, or boyfriends, even sons and fathers sometimes, just dont understand how important their well-being is to the people around them.

I nodded, she was expressing exactly how I felt. If Jack only knew how much I cared about him, he would have come along. I filled out some forms in the waiting room. It was a very nice office, well appointed and pleasant. Not so much like a hospital at all.

There was another woman there, older than I, perhaps forty or so, and she smiled politely at me. Next to her sat a teenaged boy, looking somewhat bored and acting the tough, but it was obvious he was nervous. He was good looking, with short brown hair and a too big t-shirt, worn jeans and unlaced hiking boots. He looked like a typical teenager and I largely ignored him.

Is this your first visit? The woman asked me, when it was obvious Id finished the forms. I nodded. Husband?

Yes, my husbandIm just getting some information really. I sounded like I was telling a sales clerk I was just browsing a store. I mean, he isnt really interested in it.

The woman stared at me for a second and then laughed happily like Id just told her a really good joke. Oh, they never are! Believe me. I have a husband and three boys. But if Kevin wants to play football

Just then Nurse Ryan returned and took my forms. She smiled at Kevin. Are you ready, Kevin? Right this way please. The boy practically jumped at the sound of his name and he looked at his mother with wide, pleading eyes, but when the woman stood up, the handsome youth did the same. I watched them leave wondering what playing football had to do with being castrated.

Excuse me. I caught the nurse as she was walking by. I knew it was rude but That boy, Kevin, is he going to be?

Nurse Ryan looked at me, slightly confused. What? Castrated? I nodded and she giggled. Good heavens, no! Hes just getting a prostate exam for his sports physical. She looked around and lowered her voice. He doesnt really need one, but his moms a littleyou knowoverprotective. She twirled her finger near her right ear. It wont hurt him anyway; Dr. Lyons is very gentle with our younger patients.

Oh. I actually let out a little sigh of relief for young Kevin. Uh, good.

Perhaps 15 minutes later I was surprised to see a very good looking man, dressed in green scrubs with a lab coat over his broad shoulders, approaching me. Lisa? I smiled and stood up, feeling a little self-conscious beneath his soft brown eyes. Im Dr. Prescott, the clinic psychologist. He smiled and I felt my knees go weak. When he took my hand gently in his, it was worse. This guy, I thought to myself, belonged in an art gallery. Or at least in some underwear ads.

Its nice to meet you. I blinked, feeling my stomach doing little flip-flops. I could smell him. Not his cologne, not the soap he used. I could smell him. It was obscene.

Dr. Lyons is with a patient right now, but I thought I could have a little chat with you. He let go of my hand and put his palm in the small of my back, making me give a slight gasp. Would you like to come to my office?

I nodded dumbly, not trusting my voice. I let him lead me gently down a warm, carpeted corridor and into a spacious office with a nice view. There was a desk, of course, but also a comfortable chair and small sofa, a love seat really, arranged in the corner. We moved there and I sat on the loveseat. I declined his offer of coffee and watched as he sat in the chair, leaning forward so that we were very close.

Now youre here about your husband, right?

Yes, uh, yeahJack, my husband. I was looking into the doctors eyes and having a very hard time remembering what my husband even looked like.

So, I understand that youre interested in having him castrated. He nodded to himself. But He smiled, inviting me to explain.

But, uhHes not veryinterested. I admitted. He doesnt really take me seriously.

Dr. Prescott nodded in understanding. Well talk about Jack in a moment. Why do you think it would be good to have this procedure?

Well, um...I love him. I had to say that. Ihes under a lot of stress, at work. Maybe if he werefixed I smiled weakly. It would make things easier for him.

The truth was I wasnt sure if I wanted him to have that procedure or not. I mean I knew all the selfish reasons, especially since Clarice and James seemed so happy, but now that I was actually sitting there, I felt like an actress saying what I did. It was like Id put myself in a hole and I really had no choice but to keep digging.

I see. Dr. Prescott pursed his lips. The testicles can certainly contribute to emotional as well as physical problems, especially if the patient works in a high-stress environment. He paused. How is your personal life, Lisa?

What? I frowned slightly. Mypersonal life?

Yes. He shrugged. Your sex life. Are you satisfied by your husband?

I made a face and Dr. Prescott smiled. Uh, no. Im not satisfied.

You realize that once your husband is castrated hell lose virtually all interest in sex.

It was my turn to laugh. That would be an improvement, Doctor, believe me. I closed my eyes. Jack has no interest in sex now.

Okay. Dr. Prescott looked at me, leaning back into his chair. So, tell me, LisaWhat specifically is your interest in this? Your personal benefit from castrating your husband?

I I wasnt sure I wanted to answer this beautiful man, doctor or not. Im only 20 Doctor. I folded my arms across my breasts protectively. I needsex. I guess. I hoped that didnt make sound like a slut or something and I could feel my face reddening slightly.

Well, of course you do, Lisa. He laughed and I blushed hard then. So how does this help?

I want toto take a lover. I looked down. And maybe ififJack was castrated

He wouldnt care? Dr. Prescott offered. Youd feel justified having a relationship, a sexual relationship, outside the normal bounds of marriage?

Yes. I looked up, as if daring the man to disapprove me. I wont cheat on him. Not now, like thisI cant.

But if he were castrated and unable to perform, you think hedapprove? Dr. Prescott arched his eyebrows. He didnt wait for my obvious reply. What if he didnt approve?

If hedidnt? I hadnt thought about that. I dont know. I-Id

Would it matter to you? Really? Would it bother you having an affair with another man, knowing your husband disapproves he smiled. And knowing at the same time that he was powerless to give you the satisfaction you need?

But he doesnt give it to me now I was feeling confused.

But right now youre not having an affair. Is it because he wouldnt approve? Or is it because he maintains at least the potential to give you pleasure?

I dont know.

Are you afraid of your husband, Lisa?

What? No! No, not at all. I shook my head.

Then why are you afraid of having an affair? He asked reasonably.

Becauseuh, because hes my husband. I love him. I looked out the windows briefly. I respect him too much to do that to him.

And so what would be the difference if he was castrated?

ImI dont know.

Youd still love him? Dr. Prescott asked.

Of course, yes. Always. I had no doubt in my heart.

Thenif it isnt fear, as youve said. And youd still love himthen what changes? He smiled and held out his hands.

Respect? I wondered softly.

Can you respect a man with no balls, Lisa? Dr. Prescott made it sound like the very idea was repugnant.

I thought about it carefully. Id still respect my husband, I mean as a husband. As the person who loved me, who supported me. But as a man? Was he a man? Would he still be without his testicles?

Lisa? The Dr. prodded gently.

No. I whispered, feeling the words escape my lips like a small betrayal.

No. Dr. Prescott agreed. Of course you couldnt. A beautiful woman like you. A woman who needs so much, and has so much to offer to the rightman. He shook his head sadly. You cant respect him now, can you? As a man?

I shook my head sadly, feeling bewildered more than anything else. I felt like Dr. Prescott had just spun me around a whole bunch of times and I was going to fall down any second. Did I really feel this way? I wasnt sure at all. But Jack couldnt even make love to me more than a few times a month. A real man, I was sure, would take me every chance he had. In every possible way he could ever want. He would do things to meawful, terrible and beautiful things to make my body scream with ecstasy. My husband wasnt really a man at all, or so it somehow seemed. And if I understood what this doctor was telling me then I didnt respect him at all, did I.

I I licked my lips, trying to find words for the thought forming in my mind. I could respect him again, if he was castratedcouldnt I, doctor?

Of course you could. He smiled and nodded, plainly happy with me, but hat just confused me even more. Id almost thought he was trying to talk me out of it.

Just then there was a knock at the door and an auburn haired woman entered the room, smiling. She was dressed in scrubs as well, with a lab coat and carrying a clipboard. She was tall and thin, with a pretty face. Her blue eyes were bright and her smile genuine.

Ah, Dr. Lyons. Dr. Prescott stood up. I was just speaking with Lisa, getting a feel for her situation.

Good, good! Dr. Lyons nodded and walked over, shaking my hand. Im Theresa Lyons, its so nice to meet you, Lisa. She sat down next to me and Dr. Prescott took his chair again. Ive looked over your file, just briefly. So, youre interested in having your husband castrated?

Yes. I nodded.

And youve had a little chat with Dr. Prescott. She looked at her colleague. How was that?

Well He looked at me. Im not sure Jack, Lisas husband, is really a good candidate for the procedure, frankly.

I stared at him, wondering what he was saying.

The issue isnt so much Jacks health, or his present physical condition. If he wasmmmexhibiting deviant sexuality, was sexually addicted, or if he was simply prone to serial infidelity He gave me a little smile. In such cases castration is a preferred and very successful form of treatment. But this isnt the case here. Jacks lack of interest in sex has resulted in the inability of Lisa to recognize his traditional role as the dominant partner in their marriage. She cant respect him as a man. She loves him, obviously, cares about him and responds to Jacks ability to support her

Do you agree with Dr. Prescott, Lisa? Dr. Lyons was tapping her pen against her clipboard softly.

II guess so, yes. I nodded. I wasnt really prepared to dispute him; I just hadnt expected the man to speak so bluntly.

I havent spoken to Lisas husband about this, of course, so I cant predict how he would react emotionally. Lisas hope is that he would approve and even encourage her in seeking extra-marital affairs. My belief, my instinctbased in a large part on my observations of Lisaare that Jack is a competitive, even protective individual, who would not willingly approve any such activities.

Whatuh, what does that mean? I asked.

It means, Lisa, youre a trophy wife. Youre Jacks trophy wife and unless Im very much mistaken, losing his balls is going to have very little to do with giving up something so important to his self-image. In fact, the effect achieved may be the opposite of what is intended. He might be inclined to paranoia, exemplified by fits of jealous rage.

What? I sounded shocked because I was. Jack going into a jealous rage? I would never believe it. But I thought castrated men weremore calm. Had less testosterone or whatever it is.

Thats true dear. But the response that concerns us is caused by your husbands personality, his ego to put it in the simplest terms, and that does not change overnight. Dr. Lyons nodded and her voice softened. Were not saying thats what will happen, of course. Once Dr. Prescott is able to meet your husband it becomes much easier to predict his reaction. But we do have a lot of experience to draw on and your story is not an unfamiliar one by any means.

You want to meet him? My husband? I wondered how I would ever talk Jack into coming to the clinic.

That is the next logical step, Lisa. Dr. Prescott nodded. It can be very informal, the information I need is fairly simple to gather from just a normal conversation really.

So youre saying Jack doesnt need to know that youre a doctor?

Exactly. He smiled. Your husband doesnt even need to come to my office, we could meet anywhere he would feel most comfortable.

But please keep in mind Lisa, castration is not always the best option. Dr. Lyons told me. You cant plan on it, okay? There are many considerations and there are other options available to you as well.

What other options? I looked at her, knowing Id had my heart set on castrating my husband.

Well, we can talk about those another time. After Dr. Prescott is able to make a better recommendation. She patted my knee. I need to see another appointment, but you just be patient, okay? She gave me a warm, sympathetic smile and left.

Dr. Prescott rose and I stood up then as well, thanking him. I told him Id give him a call in a day or two and hopefully wed be able to schedule something, a time when he could meet my husband. I offered him my hand and he took it gently, smiling.

Lisa, before you leave He looked into my eyes. I was wondering if youd do something for me.

Oh? I gave a little smile of my own. Whats that, doctor?

Get on your knees and suck my cock for me. He put his hands on my shoulders as I stood there, my jaw hanging open in shock. Go on, be a good little slut. 

Excuse me? I felt my heart stop and I couldnt breathe. I dontNo! I cant! I tried to sound indignant, but I made no effort to slap his face, like I should have done. Or even to leave the mans office.

Yes you can. He spoke gently, reassuring me even as his hands pressed down on my shoulders, urging me to do as he demanded. You dont respect Jack anyway, do you? Why should you suffer for a man you cant respect, Lisa?

But I My breasts heaved as I blinked into the doctors face, trying to find an argument, or a reason not to do what we both wanted.

ShhhYou need this, even more than you know, Lisa. You need a man you can respect, a real man who wants you. I felt my strength weakening, like my willpower was draining away with every word the man uttered. Jack lost his balls a long time ago, didnt he Lisa?

Whawhat? I was looking up at him as my knees touched the carpet.

Take it out, go on, Lisa He coached me gently.

I dontI cantplease, dont make me I was pleading with him, but my hands had gone to his trousers, feeling the largeness trapped inside.

Shhhdont say thatjust do it He laughed. You need a strong man, dont you Lisa?

I nodded, swallowing hard. Yes. I whispered as I unzipped his pants, reaching into the warmth and finding his semi-hard cock. It felt huge in my hands and I pulled it free, gasping at the size of his organ.

A real man, Lisa. He put a hand on my head, stroking my hair. With real balls, who isnt afraid to take a woman if he wants

Yes I whispered again and I had to hold his lengthening penis in both hands. It had to be 8 or maybe even 9 inches long and so thick that my fingers couldnt even go all the way around it! It was nothing like my husbands cock, which wasnt really small, just average.

Suck it nowwash my big dick, LisaShow me how bad you want to fuck it! He was pulling my head closer and I groaned with my embarrassing desire as I let him, opening my mouth for that huge swollen head and letting it stretch my lips wide. Id never done this before, not even for my husband, and I shuddered at the thought of doing it now for a total stranger.

Too big? Dr. Prescott laughed. Lick it first then, get it nice and wet and then well make it fit, Lisa!

I licked his shaft up and down, letting my saliva run across his hot flesh, working my hands back and forth until it was shiny and dark, pulsing in my hands. I ran my tongue along the underside, around the crown and tickled that hard beautiful cock everywhere I could. I kissed it, spit on it, and let it slide across my lips and cheeks and nose.

Take out my balls, LisaWash them for me! 

I nodded, as though I were in some sex induced trance, and pulled his balls free so they hung like two huge plums trapped in his silky soft wrinkled sack. I felt them gently, marveling at their size and weight as I hefted them in my hand. Dr. Prescott pulled me closer, urging me to take them into my mouth, one at a time, and wash them thoroughly with my tongue. I sucked the mans balls tenderly, savoring his male scent and salty taste. Here was a real man, I knew, a man to be respected and worshipped!

When Dr. Prescott had enough of my mouth on his balls, he pulled my head back, his fingers twisting in my hair. He stroked his huge cock briefly and aimed it at my mouth, pushing the swollen head between my parted lips. Suck it Lisa, oh! Suck it you beautiful bitch! He pushed his cock into my mouth, even though I was unprepared for it, but that only made it better!

I felt my lips being stretched taut around him, his cockhead seeming to fill my mouth completely, leaving no room for my tongue or even my teeth. He grunted, holding my head tight in his hands while I braced myself against Dr. Prescotts powerful thighs. I dug my fingernails into his legs as he pushed, shoving that great prick inside me another inch and making me gag loudly.

Choke on it! He laughed. Go ahead! Im not stopping until you take it all!

His words seemed cruel and frightened me, but at the same time I understood his need to dominate me totally. To use me and I wanted it! I wanted him to treat me that way, fucking his cock into my mouth and deeper, into my throat until I had every thick hard inch of him inside me.

Open up, Lisa! Come on girl, or its gonna hurt! Dr. Prescott warned me.

I tried hard to open for him, forcing myself to swallow and hold that position, with my throat open. His cock was so huge though, it was forcing tears to leak from my tightly shut eyes, running down my red cheeks. I felt him shoving again and suddenly there was a peculiar and almost painful popping sensation as his cock found itself in my throat and Dr. Prescott pushed hard then, sinking inside me until his balls pressed against my chin and my nose was buried in his public hair.

Ahhhh! Fuck yeah! Lisa! You did it! He held me like that a moment and then pulled slowly back, letting me take a breath and gasp a little. Lets do it again!

Over and over he pushed his big dick into my throat, until finally I was taking him, if not easily, then at least with only small difficulty. He was fucking my throat slowly, moving in and out and I loved it. My face was impaled on his great cock and I had the horribly wicked thought that I wished my husband had been there to see it!

Thats enough! Dr. Prescott chuckled as he pulled his cock out of my mouth completely. Bend over the couch, Lisa. I want to fuck you now.

Oh yessss! I breathed. I want it! Id never even seen such a huge cock in my life and my pussy was soaked already. I wanted it inside of me; I wanted to know what that monster felt like inside my burning pussy!

He pushed me down, over the back of the leather loveseat and yanked my skirt up, over my hips. God! What a fine ass! He slapped my ass hard and I yelped, wriggling slightly as he grabbed my panties, deliberately ripping them with his hands. He pushed a finger into my anus with no warning at all, just shoved his thick digit deep into my tight virgin asshole and making me hiss with pain. Maybe I should fuck you there, Lisa! You ever been ass fucked?

N-No! Nonever! I moaned and my body instinctively recoiled at the thought of taking him there.

I bet a slut like you would love it, huh? he spanked my ass hard again, twicethree times, making it sting nicely. Answer me!

Yeayeeesssss! I looked over my shoulder. Yes!

Next time! He laughed. Ill give you a couple days to think about it Dr. Prescott pulled his finger out and reached around, pushing it into my mouth. Suck it, Lisa! He hooked his finger, pressing it into the inside of my cheek like a fish hook while I tongued it. Clean that finger for me, bitch!

A moment later he was rubbing my steaming cunt with that same finger, spreading my labia and telling me how wet I was. All I could do was moan and push myself back against him. I bit my lip as I felt Dr. Prescott bring his immense cock to my pussy, rubbing the head up and down my slit.

Are you on the pill, Lisa? he asked me and I shook my head.

I-Im trying to getP-Pregnant I sighed. WithM-My husband.

Well, Im not going to pull out, bitch. He chuckled and slapped my ass again. Im not going to use a condom eitherDo you still want me to fuck you?

OhhhGod! I wanted a baby, a baby with Jack so badlyBut that huge cock, rubbing up and down my slit felt so good. And this was a man, a real man Do it! PleaseOh please! Fuck me!

He laughed and grabbed my right arm, pulling it back. You want it? You have to prove it, Lisa! Put it inPut my big cock in your pussy, slut!

I groaned, feeling for his penis and squeezing it as my fingers found him. I pulled him closer, feeling blindly for the entrance to my fertile womb. I rubbed his cock across my wanton cunt until it found purchase and I pulled him harder, urging Dr. Prescott to push it in me.

Ahhhfuck your hot! he said with a sigh, grabbing my hips in his strong hands. Feel free to scream, LisaEverybody knows what were doing and this is gonna feel so good!

Everybody knows? I wondered at that, but only for a brief second before he was pushing that huge slab of meat into my too small cunt. I did scream as he squeezed my flesh in his strong hands, getting a better grip and then lunging forward with his hips, spearing his cock all the way inside me. The rush of pain and pleasure was a heady combination and I arched my back, crying out loudly as he bottomed out, the head of his penis smashing into my cervix.

He fucked me hard for a long time, making me cum over and over again on his cock until I could barely lift my head. I was being worn out by this man, this real man, who seemed to have all the stamina in the world. He slowed down at one point, letting me catch my breath.

Hows that cock feel, Lisa? He pulled my head up by my hair, twisting it so he could see my face as he worked his cock slowly inside me.

G-GoodSooooo good! I gasped and he laughed, reaching underneath me to pull at my blouse, popping off some buttons and yanking hard at my bra until it came free. He grabbed my breasts and then lifted me, actually pulling me off the sofa so I was impaled on his cock and carried somewhat roughly in his arms.

He walked me over to his desk, putting me on my belly and started fucking me again, slamming his great prick in and out so that even that big heavy desk was rocking back and forth beneath us. A few minutes later he was finally close and he pushed himself as far inside me as hed ever gone, even when hed lifted me.

Here it comes, Lisa! Oh fuck!....Yeaaaahhh!! His cocked seemed to swell even larger, if that was possible and it jerked noticeably inside me as his hot sperm erupted inside me. It jetted onto the bruised pillow of my cervix, flooding me with an incredible and distinct warmth that Id never experienced before.

It triggered another orgasm of my own and I screamed with the insane pleasure of the moment. Both of us cumming hard at the same time, our juices mixing in my womb, bathing my eggs with it. Another man, a real man had finally taken me, used me the way Id always wanted and it was fantastic! Right at that moment I didnt care if I was getting pregnant, I didnt care what my husband would think or say, I didnt respect him enough for thatAll I knew was that I wanted this, real sex with a real man.

But such moments pass.


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