Unwanted attention – Chapter 11

Chapter 11

The next day I felt really silly about what I did with, or rather TO James. I guess we could have handled things differently but at the time it seemed like a good idea for me to just “subdue” his erection which I caused after all and just not mention it. But now it was late morning and I was feeling weird just going downstairs and meeting him at the breakfast table like nothing happened. Last time we did that it was OK as the day went on, but now it had happened a second time and I wasn’t sure how to handle it. I really didn’t want things to get weird between us, he was my best friend at the moment, and actually the only one I could really talk to. Recently we hadn’t talked about that much, with everything that was going on in my life and all the terrible secrets that I had to keep and hide…
My parents were downstairs as well which was different, since my dad was almost always at work and mom usually had things to do. They seemed too had just finished breakfast and were talking. I just sat down at the table and fixed myself some food as my mom was telling my brother that her and dad were going away for the weekend to see my aunt, moms sister, which lives out of state and wasn’t feeling well. Dad was saying that we can be on our own for a couple of days since I was now sixteen and we were both responsible kids.

This sounded like good news to me since that meant that I could skip this Friday’s counseling, but just as a smile crept on my face my mom ensured me that they would be leaving Friday evening and that she will be able to take me to and from counseling…. So no good news for me.

As much as I was dreading this Friday it still came rather quickly… Having no choice I got ready. The doctor didn’t give me any instructions on how to dress or what to do, but I knew he didn’t want to see me in a sweatshirt or anything like that so I put on pair of skinny jeans and a tight fitting t-shirt, although it was stretching around my bust I still wore it since all my clothing seemed to do that one way or another.

My slim waist kind of prevented me from wearing loose shirts since that would just look like I’m buying clothing that is two or three sizes too large and just doesn’t fit… Mom took me out for lunch before heading to therapy. We went to a nice little diner where I used to like going when I was little. They always had the best desserts, or so I remembered. When we got there the place was rather full but they still had a few available tables, so we were seated. We ordered and talked about my aunt and how she was doing so far, about what was going on with me lately (which I was being very illusive about) and how she didn’t want to leave us alone over the weekend but how dad insisted that we will be OK.

“We’re going to be fine mom” I said… “I’m sixteen and James is fourteen so I’m pretty sure we will manage just fine for one weekend. You already packed the fridge so we won’t starve, that’s for sure”. We laughed a bit and she seemed a bit more relieved. She also told me that my brother will be at a sleepover Saturday night but his friend’s mom will pick him up and drop him off back at our house on Sunday. I really didn’t mind having the house all to myself for a night, maybe I could relax and do some reading, watch a movie, that kind of stuff. We finished our meal and headed to the doctor’s office. She dropped me off and left after giving me a hug.

The receptionist told me I could just walk in when I’m ready; I was never ready to meet with Doctor Carter but also remembered that I had no choice, so I took a deep breath and knocked at his door. He just responded with a quick “-Come in.” and so I did. He was sitting in his chair, so he invited me in and asked me to have a seat on the couch.

-“So how have you been lately, what’s new in your life?”

“Not much, honestly I’m having more trouble coping with what you are doing to me during our so called sessions than I did with what happened during the assault.”

-“I always encourage you to be as honest as possible, especially since it is so easy for me to detect a lie, so please explain how our meetings are making you feel this way….”

“Well, I’m being forced to perform these …. Acts… for your pleasure and you are taking advantage of my situation. And I know you said that I have a “choice” but between being humiliated in front of everyone I know and just in front of you, that isn’t much of a choice at all.” I said as I looked down with a tier coming down my cheek. He got up from his chair and sat next to me on the couch.

-“I understand Jasmine, and you are right, I am taking advantage of you and especially of your young beautiful body but we could have a good session today and fulfill my needs at the same time…” He just looked at me lustfully and I knew I wasn’t going to like this… He then got even closer and touched my face, tracing his fingers over my cheek, down to my lips contouring them before moving down my neck and slowly over my shirt and down to my belly button. He pulled lightly at the hem of the t-shirt and I knew what he wanted so I just raised my hands as he pulled it over my head.

His eyes went straight to my chest as he licked his lips. He slowly reached around my back and unclasped my bra, letting the straps fall of my slender shoulders and exposing my large mounds. With open palms he cupped them gently and gave them a few squeezes, closing his eyes like he had been waiting for this forever. In reality he had probably been waiting to touch me since last time I was here and I knew it before I even arrived. He used both thumbs to rub my soft nipples and kept this up until they got harder. Suddenly he looked up at me: -“all right, let’s start our therapy..” I looked at him confused but he just continued:

-“How do you feel about what we are doing, or what I’m doing to you now?” he asked while still playing with my now hard and erect nipples.

“I… I hate it… I’m really embarrassed that you are making me do this. And even more that I’m …letting you.” He twisted my nipples harder, not to hurt but to elicit a stronger response from me. “Ohh… A..hh..” escaped my mouth as he continued.

-“You hate this as you try to rationalize everything, but how does your body feel?” I didn’t answer but he insisted: “Is your body responding to the stimulation?” he knew the answer but wanted to make me talk.

“Ohh…. Yes, it’s responding.” I said and immediately bit my lip after talking as not to make any more sounds, but his hands kept molesting my sensitive areas.

-“Is your young body getting turned on?” I just nodded reluctantly. “Answer, use your words Jasmine”

“Yes… It’s turned on”

-“How about that little pussy of yours? Is it wet yet?’’

“Yes, I’m… wet down there…” I just looked away as I answered, hating the words coming out of my mouth and even more hating that it was all true.

-“ OK then, let’s get you out of those jeans and see for ourselves…” And with that he started unzipping my jeans and pulled them down and off throwing them on the chair over my t-shirt and bra. He then pulled my panties down while I just sat there emotionless and looked at him undressing me like a sex doll. He brought his hand back to my face, petting me lightly and the other hand found its way between my athletic thighs and cupped my pussy. He just rubbed gently and smiled at me. I was wet and we both knew it. He rubbed a bit more just over my mound and parted my camel toe a bit to scope come juices, bringing his hand to my mouth. His fingers were wet and slipped in my mouth easily as I parted my lips and tasted myself. I was disgusted with the whole display but his perversity had no end.

-“How do you feel now” he asked with his fingers in my mouth. I looked at him and tried to pull away, but he just pulled my head back by grabbing my tongue with his thumb and index finger. “Answer me while you suck your juices off my fingers. Yes, just like that, now TALK.” It was awkward to say the least, but I tried:

“It….is ….realy….hard to ..talllkk…..like thisss….” You could barely understand what I was trying to say as I was sucking on his fingers and talking at the same time. I was doing my best to follow his instructions. I was answering and sucking and drool was just coming out between my lips and down my chin. He pulled his fingers out and dug them right between my thighs and into my tight pussy. This made me gasp and even through there was more than enough lubrication from my juices and drool combined, it still hurt as he started fingering me slowly. But as he expected, my body was responding to the stimulation and I got more and more wet, and this made him more excited.

-“Does it hurt when I finger your little snatch like this?”

“Mmmm yes, a bit.”

-“Compare it to when I fucked you here on the couch”

“That hurt more, this is just unpleasant now… ahhh.. please… I can’t talk if you rub me …there…” I managed to say as he was now fingering me with one hand and slowly rubbing my clit with the other. But I had no escape so I just opened my legs as he motioned.

-“I will rub you slowly but I want you to make an effort and answer directly and explicitly. Do you understand?”

“A.. yesss…”

-“Compare what I did to you to the previous time when you were sodomized, in the van”

“I.. It hurt more when they did it. It was the first time for me and I was more than terrified… of the whole thing. They were so rough and violent, but they were also touching me all over at once which I think made me confused, not being able to concentrate on any one thing… When you did it was slower but also hurt a lot, I was more conscious of what was happening and it was all hitting me harder, I mean what you were doing to me and what you made me do.” I paused a bit and he was now getting even more excited as he was listening to my words, he started rubbing my clit harder and fingering me deeper and fasted. I couldn’t talk and he noticed that I was approaching orgasm.

He reluctantly slowed down and then just stopped for a moment, not letting me cum just yet, but just looking at my flushed face and licking his lips again. He then asked me to kneel on the couch, which I did, and he slipped one hand between my legs and the other one behind me between my butt cheeks. He lubricated his right hand in my cunny and then put it in my mouth again. Then he did the same with his other hand, but once it left my mouth he brought it behind me and started pushing one finger in my anus. I gasped, so he stuck his initial hand back in my mouth, two and the three fingers stretching my cheeks and making me lick between his wet fingers.

I was moaning and licking and his index finger was burring in my butt, forcing my tight sphincter to give in to his will once again. I was now rhythmically penetrated in my anus and mouth by both his greedy hands sucking and moaning into one of them and being probed by the other which was now pushing all the way in and pulling all the way out over and over again. He pulled out of my mouth and started talking again while looking straight into my eyes:

-“What are you experiencing?’’ I couldn’t believe he wanted me to talk like this, with his finger in my butt and drool trickling down my chin, which I wasn’t even allowed to wipe off, but instead let it slowly spill on my tender breasts and down my tummy….

“It hurts, my … butt is still a bit sore from last time I was here and it is the most demeaning thing when you put your fingers in…. there.” I looked at him for a moment but he just continued what he was doing and now was going even faster. I knew he wanted to hear more so I just continued: “ It was worse when you put your penis I there, it stretched me too much for me to bare, but what you are doing now is equally humiliating…. Ahh…… noo…. Please don’t.” I managed to say as he started rubbing my clit with his other hand. He was alternating between fingering my pussy and rubbing my engorged clit with his left hand all the while penetrating my sore anus with his right hand index finger.

-“You are edging on orgasming and this will be fun to see how you come as I add more pressure on your butt and pussy at the same time.” As he said this he pulled out of my anus and went straight to my mouth. I was forced to taste myself again and started licking and sucking as he kept finger fucking my soaking cunny. He made me suck two finger again and I feared that they would both go in my butt now. But I was wrong, he was going to make me take three finger in there which I realized as he stuck all three in my mouth now and whispered in my ear to make them nice and slippery with my “hot luscious mouth” as he put it. I did as I was told, trying to make it a bit easier on myself in vain. When he was satisfied he returned the saliva dripping hand to my back side and started working all three fingers in at once. This made me cringe but also moan due to the rubbing that my red clit was receiving. Slowly and painfully all fingers were in now and twisting and turning in my tight little butt hole.

-“Are you still close to cumming ?” he asked. I shook mi head, being unsure if I would orgasm or not with the pain that I was receiving, but he just smiled and rubbed my clit fast…. That was it, right there and then I came hard, heaving and moaning as he just kept molesting my young butt and pussy for his own satisfaction, taking advantage of all the things he knew about me from what I had told him regarding my assault, from what he knew psychologically and physically… My pussy was making slopping sounds as he continued his ministrations on it pulling his fingers slowly from my abused rectum and making me suck on them for the million time today. I was totally lost as I just orgasmed forcefully and just sucked in defeat while his other hand was still rubbing me. It was now very painful with my cunny, but he just wouldn’t give me a break.

-“Your genitals get very sensitive after an orgasm, it is our body’s natural response, telling us that we should stop, but I know you can orgasm again my horny little toy…” Then he pulled his hand away from my mouth and spoke again: “can you still answer?” I paused between breaths and just nodded. “Ok, let’s try: are you close to another orgasm?”

“I.. ahh… I’m not sure,…. It hurts now…”

-“Well, you came for the guys in the van, so I’m sure you can do it for me… What I want is for you to tell me when you are close and when it happens. I want you to look right at me when you speak.” He than started rubbing faster and harder as he was slapping my butt one cheek at a time. I felt it build up and reluctantly forced myself to look up at him:

“I think… I’m gonna’ .. ahh cum…. Nowww……..” He just smiled and pressed his lips onto mine sticking his tongue in my mouth as I came again. My moans were muffled but some disgusting sounds still escaped between our lips as the waves passed through my exhausted body. Finally after what seemed like forever he broke the kiss and looked at me, his hand still rubbing slowly between my shaking legs.

“Please,….. please stop, I ….. just can’t anymore….” I was breathing heavily, my eyes half closed, pleading for some mercy. He finally stopped and just stood back looking at me with delight. I was all sweaty, large breasts heaving up and down, drool glistening on them trickling down to my soaking pussy. He seemed pleased with his work but something told me that he wasn’t done with me just yet. It was the bulge in his pants that was trying to break out since he first had me sit on the couch almost an hour ago. He smiled as I looked at it and then met his gaze. He stood up and dropped his pants and underwear, walked in front of me and just pointed his throbbing erection at my face. It was red, engorged and dripping with pre-cum.

-“Don’t worry, it won’t take me long…” he smirked and just pushed it slowly between my wet lips which parted with no resistance and just sucked him in. My hands were at my side and he started moving in and out of my mouth slowly. My soft lips were encasing his thick member effortlessly slipping in and out of my warm mouth. His eyes were closed and I knew he was telling the truth about not lasting long. I was expecting his perverted cock to explode in my mouth any moment. He started pumping in and out faster and I sucked harder like he told me last time he did this, making uncontrolled slurping sounds in the process. That turned him on even more, if that was possible and a few more violent pumps later he started ejaculating long thick jets of semen in my mouth and down my throat, forcing me to swallow all of it at once as it was gushing in as to not choke or throw up in the process. When he was done, he pulled out slowly but told me to keep my mouth open and tongue out. I did as I was instructed and he milked a few last drops of slimy cum on my tongue as I looked up at his cock.

-“Close your mouth but don’t swallow yet, I want to talk a bit. How does it taste?” My eyes grew big, but then just resumed myself in defeat and awkwardly answered…

“It’s bad… I hate it. It has a strong salty taste and thick texture…..” I was really trying to talk while not spilling it on me and not choking either.

-“Does it get easier as you swallow more loads?” he shamelessly asked with a diabolical smile.

“No. And I don’t understand why you make me do it….” I said with resentment while still fighting the urge to spit out or at least swallow.

-“that’s a fair question. You have no idea how sexy you are when you suck me off like that and especially when you complacently swallow like a good little girl. It turns me on so much that my only regret is that I can’t sum again and again… Plus I told you before that I have never had anyone swallow my cum before you, so I have quite a few unfulfilled fantasies that I will be using you to make come true. Is the semen making you drool as you hold it in your mouth?” I nodded. “Now go ahead and swallow. How was the mixture of cum and saliva? By the look on your face I’m assuming not good…”
“No, it was gross.” I answered looking him straight in the eye with defiance.

-“… Actually I would like to talk more about this but we will have to put a pin in it until next time since our time is almost up and I want you to clean yourself up a bit before your mom gets here.’’
So I got up, naked, and walked to his private bathroom and turned the sink on to wash myself a bit. He asked me to leave the door open so he can watch me some more before I left. I wiped myself up and bent down to rinse my mouth a bit but he stopped me: -“Don’t rinse, in fact don’t even have a drink. I want you to go home with some cum taste in your mouth like a little slut…’’
As I got dressed he looked over his schedule and asked to speak to my mom when she gets here about moving the next session to a different day. I looked at the time and we were past the hour so I made myself look semi presentable and stepped out of the office with him closely behind me. My mom was in the lobby and got up when she saw Dr. Carter

-“Hello Misses Jones, how are you?” he politely asked

“Well, thank you doctor. How is Jasmine’s counseling going?

-“We are making good progress, in fact we had a really deep talk today…. But I won’t bother you with all the details. Just want you to know that she is in good hands. She is quite a good listener and as long as she does as required for our therapy the progress will continue as expected.” My mom was happy to hear this but I was reading between the lines and just felt a nod in my stomach… “I wanted to talk to you about next week’s schedule, I will not able to meet with Jasmine on Monday, so was hoping we could move it to Tuesday just for this next week. I hope this doesn’t emptied any other plans that you may have…”

‘’No, not at all, in fact it works great for us, you see, my husband and I are going out of town for the weekend and we are leaving the kids by themselves. We should be back on Monday but I’m not sure what time, so this works fine for us not to have be in such a hurry to make the appointment.”

The good doctor just smiled and after exchanging a few pleasantries we left the office. I didn’t like the look of that smile but didn’t think much of it either. I had my mind on other things like what I was just submitted to in his office, the foul taste in my mouth, plus the fact that my knees were still a bit shaky from the forced orgasms that I had just experienced at the pervert’s hand.
We arrived home and I just ran upstairs for the bathroom sink. I rinsed my mouth and brushed my teeth, and rinsed again. The taste was physically gone but in my mind it was still there. I checked to see if I had enough bath towels and then got in the shower. I spent the rest of the day in my room quietly, I wanted no contact with anyone…

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