Spread Wider, Baby (18+)

My name is Ruby, and for the last two years I’ve been engaged to Mark. On paper, we looked perfect. He had a good job at the bank, I worked as a graphic designer from home, and we lived in a nice little apartment downtown. Our friends always said we made a cute couple. But behind closed doors, things had slowly fallen apart. Mark was always tired. When he came home, he would kiss me on the cheek, eat dinner while staring at his phone, and then fall asleep on the couch watching sports. Our s*x life had become almost nonexistent. The last time we tried, it lasted maybe three minutes before he finished and rolled over. I lay there staring at the ceiling, feeling empty and frustrated. I tried talking to him about it, but he would just sigh and say, “Work is stressful, babe. I’ll try harder.” Weeks turned into months, and nothing changed. I started feeling invisible. Unwanted. Lonely in my own relationship. That’s why I finally booked an appointment with Dr. Elias Kane. The psychologist’s office was on the tenth floor of a quiet building. Soft lighting, comfortable leather chairs, and a big window that looked out over the city. Dr. Kane was nothing like I expected. He was tall, probably in his early forties, with dark hair, sharp jawline, and intense green eyes that seemed to see right through you. His voice was deep and calm, the kind that made you want to tell him everything. Our first two sessions were normal. I cried a little talking about Mark. I told him how rejected I felt, how I missed being touched, desired, f****d like I actually mattered. Dr. Kane listened without judging. He nodded, asked gentle questions, and gave me advice about communication and rebuilding intimacy. But something shifted during the third session. Today I was on my fourth visit. I wore a simple sundress that stopped just above my knees, no bra because it was hot outside. Mark had called me right before I walked into the office, complaining again about his long day. I told him I was at the psychologist and would call him back later. Dr. Kane closed the door behind me and smiled. “How are you feeling today, Ruby?” “Frustrated,” I admitted, sitting on the couch. “Mark called me again just now. Same excuses.” He sat in the chair across from me, legs spread casually, watching me. “And how does that make you feel?” “Angry. Horny. Tired of waiting.” The words slipped out before I could stop them. His eyes darkened. A small smile played on his lips. “You’re allowed to feel those things. Your needs matter.” We talked for twenty minutes. I told him more about the lack of passion, how I sometimes touched myself at night thinking about being taken hard, pinned down, used. My cheeks burned as I spoke, but Dr. Kane never looked away. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Ruby,” he said quietly, “sometimes the body needs release to clear the mind. Would you like to explore that here, safely?” My heart hammered. I knew what he was offering. I should have said no. I was engaged. But my p***y was already wet just from the way he looked at me. “Yes,” I whispered. He stood up and walked over to me. His hand cupped my chin, tilting my face up. “Good girl.” Just then, my phone rang. Mark’s name flashed on the screen. Dr. Kane’s eyes gleamed. “Answer it.” I swallowed hard and picked up. “H-hey, babe.” “Hey, Ruby. Just checking in. How’s the session going?” Mark sounded bored, like always. Dr. Kane dropped to his knees in front of me. His big hands slowly pushed my dress up my thighs. I spread my legs a little, breathing faster. “It’s… going okay,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “We’re talking about communication.” Dr. Kane kissed the inside of my thigh. His mouth was hot. I bit my lip. Mark sighed on the other end. “I know I’ve been distant lately. Work is killing me. I’ll make it up to you this weekend, alright?” Dr. Kane’s fingers hooked into my panties and pulled them aside. I was soaked. He looked up at me with those hungry green eyes and ran his tongue slowly up my slit. A tiny whimper escaped my throat. “What was that?” Mark asked. “I-I’m fine,” I gasped. “Just… stretched my leg.” Dr. Kane chuckled softly against my p***y, the vibration making me shiver. Then he licked me again, deeper this time, circling my c**t with the flat of his tongue. I gripped the phone tighter. “You sure you’re okay?” Mark continued. “You sound a little out of breath.” Dr. Kane pushed two thick fingers inside me without warning. I nearly dropped the phone. My walls clenched around him as he started pumping them slowly, curling them against that spot that made my toes curl. “I’m… I’m good,” I managed. “The therapist is just… helping me work through some tension.” Dr. Kane sucked my c**t into his mouth and fingered me harder. Wet, filthy sounds filled the quiet office. I covered my mouth with my free hand, eyes rolling back. Mark kept talking about his day, completely clueless. I tried to respond with “mm-hmm” and “yeah,” but it was getting harder. My hips rocked against Dr. Kane’s face. He looked up at me, lips shiny with my juices, and whispered, “Spread your legs wider for me, baby.” I obeyed, opening my thighs as far as the couch would let me. He rose up, unzipped his pants, and pulled out a thick, hard c**k. It was bigger than Mark’s. Much bigger. He rubbed the swollen head up and down my dripping slit while I tried to keep talking to my fiancé. “Ruby? You still there?” Mark asked. “Y-yes,” I choked out. Dr. Kane slammed deep inside me in one powerful thrust. A choked scream tore from my throat before I could stop it. The stretch was intense, almost painful, but so f*****g good. I felt every inch of him filling me completely. “What the hell? Are you okay?” Mark sounded concerned now. Dr. Kane started f*****g me with deep, ruthless strokes. The couch creaked quietly. His hand covered my mouth gently but firmly, eyes locked on mine as he pounded into me. “I-I’m fine,” I gasped into the phone when he lifted his hand. “Just… stubbed my toe. Ouch.” Dr. Kane smirked and thrust harder. His balls slapped against me. I could hear how wet I was with every stroke. My free hand grabbed his shirt, holding on as pleasure crashed through me. “You need to be more careful,” Mark said. “Anyway, I was thinking we could order takeout tonight…” I barely heard him. Dr. Kane leaned down, biting my neck while he drove into me again and again. His c**k hit places Mark had never reached. My legs shook. I was close already. “Mark, I… I have to go,” I panted. “Session’s wrapping up.” “Alright, love you.” “Love you too,” I whispered, voice breaking as Dr. Kane slammed into me especially deep. The moment I hung up, Dr. Kane grabbed my hips with both hands and f****d me like an animal. Hard, fast, possessive thrusts that made my breasts bounce inside my dress. “Oh god… f**k… yes,” I moaned, no longer holding back. “You’re so tight,” he growled. “Your fiancé doesn’t deserve this p***y. It’s mine now.” He pinned me down, one hand on my throat, the other rubbing my c**t. My orgasm hit like a wave. I cried out, body shaking, p***y clenching around his thick c**k as I came hard. Dr. Kane didn’t stop. He kept pounding through my climax until his own release hit. With a low groan, he buried himself deep and filled me with hot, thick spurts of c*m. I felt it leaking out around his c**k as he gave a few final lazy thrusts. We stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard. He kissed me softly, then pulled out. I could feel his c*m dripping down my thighs onto the couch. Dr. Kane smiled, tucking himself away. “Same time next week, Ruby?” I nodded, legs still trembling. “Yes.” As I fixed my dress and left the office, I knew I should feel guilty. But all I felt was satisfied. And I couldn’t wait to come back.