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Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she made a deliberate effort to annunciate as clearly as possible in the circumstances. She saw him look around the bed and then looked up. They wrestled for a few moments, and they ended up on the bed together. "I fucked up, Daddy, because I'm a stupid, stuck-up bitch who..." He approached her and she put up her hands reflexively, which he grabbed and began to twist to one side. Her legs tried to kick, but she shuddered as she felt his hand trace her buttocks. Once that was done, he took a wrist in each hand again, pushing down on her. Sarah tried to push back against it, but she had no leverage in this position. " He pushed forward just slightly and pulled back again. The sounds of his thighs smacking her ass filled the room. Trembling on them, she did so, and he began to come into her at an angle, though her face was still on the mattress.
And then pinched it between his thumb and forefinger. She squirmed, but he grabbed the back of her head with his other hand and kept her steady. " He pulled at her tongue so that she was forced to follow it onto the bed, crawling on all fours and then down into a prone position as he pulled her head down. He was expecting something, but she made the rules concerning what they play with. "Honey," he said, "I feel as if you're testing my patience on purpose." She gave him her best 'who me? She sat up onto her knees in the bed, and triumphantly, said, "fu-" And he lunged at her, a hand clamping over her mouth and nose. That is not how we talk about ourselves in this home." The stare she fixed on him was steel and fire, resolve showing plainly in her eyes. His free hand roughly began to yank her jeans and panties down to her knees. With one hand, he kept her wrists together behind her back as she heard him undo his belt and zipper. She felt the head of his cock on her lips, waiting and eager. Her body was pushed into the mattress and sprung back up with his motions. Her fingers clenched and unclenched, but he held her still.
She put on a smile onto her face, "you know you don't need to call me that, Registered Nurse Jenny Patters." They had been on a first name basis ever since Sarah was a resident and had helped Jenny clean up shit from a particularly runny patient, and the nurse, who was an older woman had told her, "it doesn't matter the letters you got, we all still gotta deal with this shit." "You lost someone," Jenny said in the present. "God, I've been here for like an hour." "Do you need a ride home? He shifted and placed his balls on her chin and lips, letting her clean him as he began to jerk himself. "I've been such a good little girl." He chuckled, "I think maybe you know what Daddy likes a little too well." "Please, Daddy..." she said, "all over my face. " "I changed into some normal clothes, and I just wanted to sit for a bit before driving, but..." she checked her watch. I'll be fine," Sarah reached out her arms, and the two women hugged. He pulled back and out, and she licked at the sides of his cock. Methodically, he pulled up her shirt collar, and rubbed it on her tongue. "Young lady, you get this tongue back when you learn to behave. Talk like a good girl." Sarah tried to pull away, but his grip was firm enough and it only made it hurt. She ran it around in her mouth to get it wet again. And when you do, you know you get punished." She kept trying to roll off, but he held her outside wrist twisted up her back. He manhandled her onto the bed while getting up, so that she was laying on her stomach, legs on the ground. She kicked her legs as she ground himself into her, but with the jeans and panties tied up around her knees, she wasn't going to be able to do much. "I know, honey," he said, not relenting as he continued.
"I fucked up today so bad, that it smoked a cigarette after I fucked it." He shook her head at her, but she could see the hint of a smile on his lips. She swallowed, but presented her tongue, sticking it out. When he parted them, he found her soaking and a moan was wretched from her guts. He placed the hand between her wet thighs, spread them, and then began to rub up and down the wet flesh. "Thank you." He pounded her hard, enough to hurt her as he held her down. It felt pathetic and pitiful, because as an adult, a fucking doctor, no less, she had an array of coping mechanisms to rely upon. The jeans she picked had silver sparkling bits on it, particularly on the rear pockets, as well as a big swoopy design up her left leg. He looked at the bed and noticed the clear lack of toys on it.