The next morning I woke up naked and my mind immediately started replaying the events of last night. He had taken advantage of my young body before, but I felt even more violated having things done to me in my own house. Now I couldn’t feel safe anywhere it seems… After spending a few more moments in bed, I decided to get up and get some breakfast, then call my brother’s friend’s mom and see what time she will be bringing him back. It turned out that she was planning on dropping him off after lunch, which gave me enough time alone to just eat, get dressed and relax around the house.

My parents also called to say that they will be getting back later that evening and not to wait up for them. I spent the whole day at home, first by myself and then hung out with James which was telling me how his weekend went, playing video games with his buddy and staying up late watching horror movies. But when it came time for me to say what I had been up to this weekend I just shrugged and said that I didn’t do much other than read a bit and chill. What was I going to say? That I had a perverted older man over who forcefully took advantage of my body, make me perform disgusting acts and parade myself around the house naked, not to mention that I almost exposed my bare flesh to the neighbors… No, I just resumed my Saturday night as being boring and left it at that.

Our parents arrived later that night and by the time I woke up on Monday morning my mom was already in the kitchen preparing something and asking James how everything went. I was about to walk downstairs when I overheard the conversation, so I just stopped and listened. He was telling her how well I took care of everything around the house including him and how responsible I was and all that. He was really a good kid and was just trying to show mom that she had nothing to worry about. I giggled to myself when he said that I took care of him well. I know he meant it in the most innocent way possible but my mind went straight to that evening when I really had to “take care” of him and his erection or he couldn’t even get off the couch.

I decided to just walk the rest of the way and act like I heard nothing. Mom gave me a hug and said that dad was still sleeping. She was making some lunch for later since she had some errands to run and wouldn’t be home so dad was to take me over for my appointment at 3pm. I had forgotten all about that. It seemed that I was seeing more of Dr. Carter then I had bargained for, not that it was much of a bargain for me anyway… I sighed and tried not to over think things too much even though I was already getting nervous regarding the appointment. After lunch my nerves got worse, I didn’t know what he had in mind this time, especially after the time we spent over the weekend. I was really hoping that at least whatever it was that I had to do or that he would do to me wouldn’t hurt too much.
At about 2pm I started getting ready; it was around 90 degrees outside so I didn’t have much choice in what to wear. I put on a pair of white cotton short shorts and a pink spaghetti strap top which didn’t quite cover my navel but it was what teenagers my age wore and I was just being a normal girl, at least when I bought my wardrobe. Now looking back I was wishing that I had just dressed like a nun or something, maybe then all these men, some twice my age, wouldn’t find me attractive and wouldn’t lust after my young innocent body…

As I gathered my thoughts I realized that it was about time to go, so I put on a pair of sneakers and went downstairs where my dad was waiting for me. On the drive we talked about how the weekend went, he told me what they did and how everyone was, so I just let him do the talking and listened, waiting to get there before It was my turn to describe my weekend. Not that I would tell anyone about masturbating my little brother on the couch or taking a shower with an older man and then taking his semen in my mouth… We were there; I just gave dad a hug and went inside.

There was a different receptionist this time but I didn’t think much of it. She let me into the office and as I stepped in Dr. Carter was sitting on the couch. We said “Hello” and he offered me a seat right next to him. I sat down nervously…

“-I’m glad to see you again Jasmine, how was your weekend?”

“it was …OK.” I responded, not knowing what else to day

“-I really enjoyed visiting you on Saturday, now I’m sure that you most likely don’t feel the same way but you did have a pretty strong orgasm in the shower so at least part of you liked the treatment…” I just shook my head letting him know that it wasn’t true, that I never enjoyed being forced to orgasm. He knew that it was just a natural response from my young body, in fact he was the one who explained it to me during our first session; how rapists use the victim’s body against her. He was doing the same thing to me and taking lots of pleasure in it.

‘’-Well, nevertheless I enjoyed making you cum as much as I enjoyed my own orgasm, maybe even more. Now why don’t you stand up for a moment and take those sexy shorts off so I can look at that firm ass of yours.” I did as I was told and he continued talking in a demeaning tone… -“That’s right, wiggle those cheeks for me as you step out of the tight shorts. You must have gotten some stares wearing those on the way here, but then again I’m sure that you have become accustomed to that. I like your little girl cotton panties, they make you look like a virgin; a shapely, busty, incredibly desirable virgin… Now sit next to me and spread your legs nicely.” As soon as I did he cupped my pussy through the panties and started rubbing it slowly in circular motions. I just looked the other way to avoid his gaze while he took his time exploring and playing with my most intimate areas. He just continued rubbing and using the other hand to play with my long blonde hair, stroking my face and telling me how beautiful I was, how he never touched such an angelic face and such pouty lips. He was rubbing his finger on my mouth as he said that, obviously taking his time with his prize, making me more and more uncomfortable with his words and touches, not to mention the way he was rubbing my pussy non-stop. A few minutes later I looked down at his hand between my legs and saw the wet spot that had formed on my white cotton panties.

I was more than embarrassed but he seemed to like this and it encouraged him to pull them aside. This way he gained access to my wet pink vulva and after looking at it with lust filled eyes he reached out and started rubbing directly on it. After a few more minutes of this, he started reaching between my lips with two fingers and used the other hand to do the same with my mouth. He just asked me to keep my lips parted and not to open my mouth. He was mirroring his actions with both hands and then he would alternate them spreading my pussy juices all over my mouth making me taste my own degradation.

He was just toying with my body, not wanting to make me cum but to prolong my agony and make me try to hold back as long as I could. All of a sudden he stopped and licked his fingers: -“You are delicious, now let’s get a good taste of that cute little cunt…” and with that he got off the couch and down on the floor between my legs. He reached for my panties and pulled them down exposing me completely to his gaze inches away from my most private parts. He slowly came inn closer and then… he locked it. I had never had that done to me before and was in shock when it happened, but he continued to lick me all over, sliding his wet tongue over my mound and forcing my puffy lips open and then licking between them. The combination of my own juices and his saliva made it feel extra slippery, a sensation that I never had before. As the initial shock wore off I started breathing uncontrollably harder and faster. He just kept eating me out while I was desperately trying to fight back an imminent orgasm.

A few more licks and I came, I came hard inadvertently letting a yelp escape my mouth which had to have been heard by the new receptionist. He didn’t stop at that, but instead he continued lapping my juices up and sticking his tongue in my pussy as deep as it would go. None of this hurt, at least it wasn’t causing me any physical pain, but being forced to orgasm was excruciating and fighting them back proved to be futile. A few moments later he started licking directly on my clit and I instinctively covered my mouth with my right hand and grabbed the couch cushion tight with my left. I came again, this time harder than the first, my chest was heaving, making my large breasts bounce up and down with each deep breath. As my orgasm slowly subsided he just looked up into my blue eyes and smiled, then started licking my soaking cunny again.

“No…. Please stop… i… I can’t take anymore.” I desperately tried to plead between hard breaths but he just ignored me and continued his molestation. “I can’t… I just can’t have another one, I can’t cum again….. ahhh…. Please stop.” I cried out as he kept adding more pressure on my now very sensitive clit. It started hurting, but at the same time I could feel this overwhelming sensation that stopped my breathing for a moment and there it was… my third orgasm in less than ten minutes.

He noticed that I couldn’t catch my breath and just pulled off for a moment. His face was all wet and he licked his lips with pleasure and satisfaction. I could only look through half opened eyes as my heart was pounding and my breathing was calming down a bit. I tried closing my legs briefly but he took a hold of my knees, rubbing my sweaty thighs and just looking me up and down. Just when I thought it was over he started rubbing me with his palm all over my red vulva and once he was more than lubricated he pushed two fingers in my tight little cunny. My eyes rolled back and so did my head as I felt the penetration. This made my breasts thrust forward while my hard nipples were poking through the thin material on the spaghetti strapped top that I had on and which was now showing signs of sweat here and there.

At first he just fingered me slowly and then faster, making sloppy sounds come from between my legs. I knew I had no chance to stop him until he had enough and begging did not seem to work, so I just bit my lips and tried not to make too much noise. I was moaning uncontrollably and panting as he fingered my abused cunny. He then stopped, trusted his fingers upward and started pulling up and down making louder wet noises. I didn’t dare look to see what he was doing to me, it didn’t hurt, and it just felt more and more intense until, all of a sudden another orgasm hit me. This time I felt like I wet myself during the strong sensations and as it finally subsided I looked down and saw this big wet spot on the couch, his whole hand dripping wet and a big smile on his face.

As I caught my breath he pulled his hand out from between my legs and just sat back staring at my puzzled face. It didn’t smell like urine and I was pretty sure by now that I hadn’t peed myself either. He finally spoke: “-Jasmine, I didn’t know you were a squirter… In fact, judging by the priceless look on your gorgeous face neither did you. I guess no one ever pressed the right buttons until now. You should be proud of yourself, not all girls are able to orgasm so hard that their vagina has to manifest itself in this delicious way. Honestly I have never seen it before, except on the internet, but then again no one ever let me do the things I do to you…” He kept talking openly, making me feel as low as possible until he finally permitted me to get up and dress myself. I had nothing to wipe myself with and asked if I could use his private bathroom. He just said “no” and that was it.

As much as I hated getting undressed in front of him or anyone else for that matter, I was now wishing that I had done so earlier, even if that meant exposing my large breasts which he enjoys so much, at least my clothes would be dry now… He wanted to make me go home all sweaty and smelling of my own cum, thus further humiliating me. I did the best I could to fix my hair and clothes, then slipped my panties on over my still wet pussy and then the same with my shorts. A stain was forming through the light colored material and that made me feel even more self-conscious. Our time was up and he nicely escorted me out of his office but not before giving my round butt a hard squeeze. Now I felt like a complete whore, leaving his office all wet with sweat and vaginal secretions, being groped on the way out and having to go outside to wait for my dad.

My nipples were still hard and pointing upward through the material, my clothes were wet and people walking by were giving me unwanted looks. I was hoping that they would just think that I had been jogging, but I’m sure that wasn’t the case with most of them. My legs were still unsteady after all those forced orgasms and my face red with shame. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity my dad pulled up and I just jumped in. We said “hi” and he started asking me how I was and how my counseling went. I gave some quick answers, but as we stopped at a traffic light he turned and looked at me.

“Why are you so sweaty? Jasmine…?” Honey…..?

“Am… the air conditioning didn’t work today, it’s no big deal, really…” I quickly answered and then changed the subject. He didn’t press the issue any further, but I’m sure that he must have smelled more than sweat coming from my body, especially from between my legs. I just kept my thighs tight together and prayed that we would get home soon. As we pulled into the driveway I just jumped out and headed for the bathroom. I turned the shower on and threw all my clothes in the hamper, then stepped under the water and just let it flow over my overheated young body.

All though nothing that he did to me hurt, not really, I couldn’t decide what was worse: Being fucked in my pussy, mouth and even my ass, or being forced to cum for his delight and suffer the shame… I used up all the soap trying to get myself clean and still felt dirty, like a dirty little slut that experienced multiple orgasms at the hands of a disgusting older male and then stepped into her daddy’s car all wet… I had to stop myself from over thinking it and finally dried myself up and went to my room. I got into bed and being so tired I just drifted to sleep having short flashbacks the whole time, like micro nightmares about all that had happened to me lately, and it was a lot…