The Practice Pt. 08: Hannah 06

Returning to the Real World was like waking up from a dream. Hannah missed her new friends desperately and fell into a funk for several days that was impossible to explain to her family. Hannah's best friend, Stephanie, was begging to hang out, but Hannah hadn't returned her texts. Emily emailed that she felt lonely too, and Nicole assured them both that it was normal. There were a few other girls in Hannah's city, but none that she knew well; her friends were scattered around the world. Email and texting were adequate, but also reinforced the immense distances between them.

Hannah missed waking up curled around Emily's athletic body, missed her soft breasts, her thick, curly hair, her lips, her tongue, her eager pussy.... Ok, this line of thinking wasn't productive -- it was agonizing. Now that she was back on the mainland, Dr. Wilcox's restriction on orgasms was back in force and Hannah hadn't come for almost two weeks. Missing her lovers was bad enough, but she couldn't even comfort herself with their memories without turning her pussy into a wet, throbbing mess.

Hannah felt a drip run down her leg as she looked over her naked body in the mirror. Since the island she had spent as much time naked as she could. Her heart was beating frantically as she prepared herself to see Dr. Wilcox for the first time since returning home. He would certainly let her come at least once today -- he always did, even if she had to beg.

Hannah took a deep breath. Her skin was still tanned from the island, and her muscles were toned and tight. Her 36-C breasts were perky and luscious, and her nipples were rock hard with anticipation. Her pussy was so wet that her juices were dripping down her thighs, and the muscles in her tummy ached with the need for sexual release. How could Dr. Wilcox even know if she cheated and got herself off? But she had been obedient, as hard as it was. She very gently rubbed her fingers over her pussy lips and shuddered at her own touch, and then pulled them off and licked them clean. If there was one offense that was guaranteed to earn her a switching it was a rough, stubbly pussy, but her lips were silky smooth. She was ready... so ready. Beyond ready.

Hannah stepped from the small bathroom into the office proper and first saw Dr. Wilcox in his armless, overstuffed chair, scribbling on his clipboard as usual. Two of the walls were floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked her college, twenty floors below. The sun was bright and beautiful and lit up the office, making even the dark wooden bookshelves on the other two walls look cheery. A large bed, like a stage, was wedged into the corner where the windows met, and various tables and implements were scattered around the room. The first time she had been here Hannah hadn't known what half the things were for, but she was a fast learner.

As Hannah was about to step forward she caught her breath in shock: there was a strange man standing in the corner of the room, perusing the books. There had never been anyone else at her appointments, and certainly not a man! He looked to be in his mid-twenties with dark hair, moderately tall and well-built, and wearing a long coat despite the sunny weather and the warm, humid air in the office. Who was he, and why was he here?

Neither man looked up at Hannah as she entered, and she blushed anxiously. She knew she was hot, and naked, and it was rude to not even glance up at her. Of course Dr. Wilcox wouldn't.... Anyway, she took a step towards the Doctor and he held up his finger to stop her.

"Get down flat on the carpet and inch to me like a worm," he said, without looking up from his notes. "Then lick my toes."

Hannah dropped down to her knees by reflex. Inch like a worm? Hannah expected to suck some dick, and actually longed to feel Dr. Wilcox's meat in her, but sucking toes? She lowered her breasts, stomach, and chin to the floor uncertainly and began to push herself forward. The carpet was coarse on her skin, but Dr. Wilcox was only 20 feet away.

"Stop. Put your arms behind your back and your ankles together," Dr. Wilcox said. "And show some urgency, Hannah. I'm sure you have some needs to satisfy today, and I'd hate to run out of time."

Hannah stopped on the carpet and took a breath. Was she a worm? Hannah lifted her arms up behind her back and grabbed her elbows, which pushed her face into the carpet. She closed her legs and put her ankles together. How the heck was she supposed to even move like this? From the corner of her eye that wasn't buried in the carpet she saw the stranger watching her with a blank expression, and her cheeks flushed. She turned her eyes down, trying to ignore him, and tightened her abdomen to draw her legs up a little. Inch like a worm. She needed an orgasm so bad, she'd do it. Fine.

Hannah grunted and groaned as she fought for every foot of carpet, slowly approaching Dr. Wilcox. From this vantage point his naked feet loomed large and his legs disappeared up into his robe. She knew he was naked under it, and she longed for the thick meat between his legs. If she was obedient she'd get it, but why was he making her crawl, especially in front of this stranger? Her skin burned with humiliation as she scooted. She was a good girl. Every inch across the floor rubbed her aching pussy across the rough carpet, and when she finally laid her head down next to Dr. Wilcox's feet she gave a sigh of relief. She wedged her head between his feet, twisted her neck sideways, and sucked his big toe into her mouth with a wet slurp. Dr. Wilcox said nothing, so she began to work it like his cock with her tongue and lips.

After a few minutes Hannah's neck was hurting from the twist and she decided to take a chance. "Sir, may I please suck your cock instead?" she struggled to ask with the toe in her mouth.

She heard Dr. Wilcox set his clipboard down. "How much do you want my cock, Hannah?"

Hannah kept sucking the toe, since she didn't have permission to stop. How much? "More than anything, sir. I seriously need your cock in me, somewhere, or I'm going to explode." She was getting proficient at talking with her mouth full.

"More than you want to come?" he asked.

Hannah hesitated. Her pussy was so wet she had probably left a snail trail when she had inched across the floor. She needed to come, bad, but that wasn't going to happen without cock anyway. "Yes, sir, I need your cock more," she mumbled. "If I'm good, I trust you to give me an orgasm, sir."

In response, Dr. Wilcox reached down and grabbed Hannah by the hair and pulled her up to his cock. The front of her body had been rubbed raw by slithering on the coarse carpet, and her nipples burned. He flicked his robe open with his knees and pushed her head down onto his engorged shaft. Hannah sucked in a breath as she let him push her mouth down, relaxing her throat and jaw to accept his thick meat. Salty pre-come coated her tongue as she began to suck, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably. The cock was warm and heavy in her mouth, and feeling it move insider her intensified her desperation.

Dr. Wilcox intertwined his fingers into her hair and held her head firmly until Hannah relaxed, then he began to pull her head up and down, twisting gently as he moved her. Hannah kept her arms behind her back, loosened her neck, and gave in to his control as he used her head to pleasure himself. She made loud, slobbery suction noises as he moved her, and she reveled in the taste and feel of his cock finally inside her again. Her clit throbbed between her spread legs, and she wondered again if she could orgasm just from sucking dick.

When her trembling finally subsided and her shoulders were relaxed, Dr. Wilcox pulled her hair up and met her eyes. "We have a lot to talk about today, Hannah," he said. "Bend over the rail by the window and put your face on the glass."

Hannah pulled her mouth off his cock with a sigh of regret and hurried to the rail. It was a little higher than her waist and about two feet from the window. She bent over it and stretched to push her face against the glass, squishing her nose and cheek. Her rug-burned breasts hung below her and swung as she positioned herself. She loved getting cock from behind, and her pussy was clutching at its emptiness in anticipation. A sudden sting on her ass made her jump and cry out.

"On your tip-toes, legs together, arms behind your back," Dr. Wilcox said. "Turn to face our guest." Hannah did as instructed, though her calves immediately began to burn, as did her face. Her eyes met the stranger's and she blushed furiously. Dr. Wilcox was one thing, and she'd give anything to have her sisters here, but who was this guy? Why was he watching her suck dick and get switched? Was she going to have to come in front of him, too?

Another strike from the switch came quickly, followed by several more. Hannah knew enough to start counting them out loud. "Ten, sir. Have I disappointed you, sir?" she asked, tears forming in her eyes from the pain and humiliation.

"No, Hannah. These are for your benefit, to help you find the proper mental state," Dr. Wilcox said. "You wanted my cock, but you didn't thank me when I gave it to you. When you bent over that bar, you were thinking more about getting your orgasm than about pleasing me."

Hannah's pussy was throbbing, even as her butt cheeks burned. "Sir, I..." she began, but she was cut off by the switch and began counting again.

"I didn't ask you for an excuse or explanation, Hannah," Dr. Wilcox said. "I've got some important work for you to do, and you need to demonstrate that you're trustworthy. I'm afraid that if I stick my cock in you now you'll come instantly. What do you think?"

Hannah flexed her toes in anguish and arched her back. She knew she'd come the moment his cock breached her pussy lips, and there was no use denying it; he knew her body better than she did. "Yes, sir."

"How many strikes do you need to get control of yourself, Hannah?"

The stranger stared into Hannah's eyes and raised an eyebrow. How many? How could she answer that? She pulled her eyes away from the stranger and looked out the window at the students walking far below. "Maybe twenty more, sir," Hannah said.

"Maybe?" Dr. Wilcox asked. "I'll help you out. I'll give you thirty, and I'll put these clamps on your nipples to give you something else to focus on besides your pussy." He reached under her and tugged on Hannah's left nipple, causing her to yelp in pain. The skin was already sensitive from rubbing against the carpet, and his pinch wasn't gentle. Holding her nipple in place, Dr. Wilcox pulled it into a rubber-coated clamp and released the grip, causing it to grab tightly onto her nipple. Tears burst from Hannah's eyes at the pain and ran down her face and the window. He quickly pulled her right nipple and stuck on another clamp. They were tight and heavy, and as Hannah struggled to get some measure of comfort they swung and dangled below her, tugging painfully.

Without another word Dr. Wilcox began switching Hannah's ass, more rapidly than before. She caught her breath and gasped, reaching for her voice to begin counting. The strikes didn't count if she didn't count them. Tears ran down her face, and she longed to squeeze her eyes shut to escape the pain and humiliation, but she knew she couldn't. Dr. Wilcox would start over if she wasn't fully engaged. She wanted to please him. She counted and counted. Hannah lost control of her body and it began to shake; her mouth began to cry out between numbers. When she finally reached thirty her pussy was still aching, dripping down her burning legs, but she realized the Doctor had been right: the pain was helping her focus.

Dr. Wilcox reached under her and tugged gently on the clamps, causing Hannah to moan again. "What do you think, Hannah? Thirty more?"

Hannah sucked in a sobbing breath against the window and said, "Whatever you think is best, sir."

The switch struck once more, hard against her ass, but her cheeks were mostly numb. "That's enough, I think. Now we'll talk." As he said that, Dr. Wilcox rested the head of his cock against Hannah's pussy lips and waited. Hannah bit her lip and held perfectly still, even though her instinct demanded that she push back onto it. "Good girl," Dr. Wilcox said, and leaned forward a little, sliding his head into her. Hannah's pussy stretched around it and began to pulse, but she found that if she wiggled her breasts and made the clamps swing painfully she could back away from the precipice of orgasm. She wouldn't disappoint Dr. Wilcox.

Dr. Wilcox slowly filled her pussy, inching himself into her wetness. Her pussy throbbed with her heartbeat, desperate to be unleashed, but she kept a tight rein on it and shook her breasts to focus herself on the pain as needed. Finally she felt Dr. Wilcox's balls slap against her clit and his head bottom out inside her and she released a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. Her pussy was stretched tight and full, and it felt glorious.

"Now then, it's past time for introductions," Dr. Wilcox said, and he began thrusting gently into Hannah, squishing her face against the glass and causing her breasts to swing in agony. "Hannah, this is Heron. You're going to assist him with some work that he does for me."

Hannah groaned as Dr. Wilcox began to pound her faster. She'd have to work with this guy, after he watched her get beat and fucked like a beast? She didn't know what else to say, so she said, "Hello."

Dr. Wilcox continued, his thrusts speeding up into a serious pounding. "Heron, Hannah is a special student of mine. She's smart, and I think she has demonstrated her obedience and dedication. She'll be a good helper... just report back to me if there are any difficulties. I've got plans for her, so obviously she is completely off limits to you."

The man named Heron grinned and spoke for the first time: "Obviously." He put down his book and approached Hannah from the side, peering at her body closely as if inspecting an animal. "You know me, I can handle anything, or anyone." Hannah's tummy began to clench as she crested again towards orgasm. She quickly wiggled her breasts to thwart the explosion and Heron laughed, knowing her strategy and amused at her predicament. "I've seen what I need to see; I'm satisfied. Hopefully she lasts longer than the last girl."

"Make sure that she does, Heron," Dr. Wilcox said. "Ok, Hannah, as soon as you shake those clamps off your nipples you can come."

Hannah groaned as her muscles tensed around the meat in her pussy. She glanced at Heron and saw that he was watching her body intently. Her tummy clenched again and her pussy gripped Dr. Wilcox as he pounded her. She slowly began to wiggle her breasts and they swung below her, the heavy clamps tugging at her nipples painfully. They were tight. She began to shake harder, lurching her hips to build speed and trying not to feel the thick cock twisting in her pussy as she moved. The clamps swung like pendulums from her tits and she could feel them sliding off her sweaty skin bit by bit as she swung.

With a fling of her shoulders, the clamp on her left nipple snapped free with a final agonizing pinch and dropped to the floor. Hannah yelled out and her legs almost collapsed, but the heavy cock impaling her kept her on her feet. She struggled to straighten up. One more to go, and Dr. Wilcox would see what a good girl she was. She shook her chest vigorously and the second clamp flung loose, cracking into the window. Her pussy clutched at Dr. Wilcox and she felt every inch of him filling her up. She was so close she couldn't breathe, but not quite there....

"Good girl, Hannah," Dr. Wilcox said, and with those words Hannah's body imploded into a mindless, ecstatic animal. She screamed into the glass window while her body bucked against the Doctor's cock. She felt him flood inside her like a bursting dam and their juices mixed and poured down her thighs. Her body shook as the orgasm went on and on, and Dr. Wilcox stroked her insides slowly and gave her time to enjoy it.

After a seeming eternity her trembling subsided and Hannah dropped to her knees in front of Dr. Wilcox. His cock was softening but still girthy, and she gently took him into her mouth. "I'm your good girl, sir," she said as she licked and sucked their come from his cock. "I hope I pleased you, sir. Thank you. Thank you."

Dr. Wilcox petted her hair and let her clean him. Hannah's body gradually relaxed as she nursed on his cock. She sucked him dry, pulling out the last drops of semen. What kind of tasks did he have for her? It didn't matter, she'd do it. She would make him proud, and learn what she could about his mysterious plans at the same time. Hannah's mind floated freely as she found comfort and contentment with her lips wrapped around the Doctor's cock.