Chapter 12

After Harry got through sucking my mound he reached out and began running his fingers over my pussy again.

"You're going to do it again?" I asked;

"I'm just testing the waters for something else."

"like what?"

"Getting my cock off. You didn't think that I'm going to keep this huge hard-on without doing something about it, did you?"

"I suppose not. What do you have in mind?"

"You just wait and see," he laughed.

He reached inside my pussy, dipping into it and removing some of the goo. He placed it inside my anus, rubbing it gently.

Once that Harry withdrew his fingers from my anus, he reached out with both hands and slapped my ass-cheeks.

"You've got a nice rosy red bottom," he exclaimed. "Your ass is just perfect for fucking."

"Oh no, not that," I said in shocked dismay. "Certainly you're not anticipating sodomy ... I hope?"

"Why the hell not? You've got a gorgeous ass-hole. It would be perfect for ass-fucking."

"That's so terribly brutal," I said. "Besides, nobody has ever done it to me before."

"That's all the more reason why you need it now," he exclaimed. "That's tragic that a beautiful girl like you has never had her ass-hole entered. I'll make up for lost time with that."

"Oh no, don't do that."

"Would you rather that I told my little story around the hospital? It could be very bad for you, honey," he said.

"You wouldn't do that, would you?"

"Only if I was forced into it," he explained.

"I guess this is what you call blackmail in sex."

"Maybe in a way it is," he laughed. "I call it a little accommodation. I'll keep certain information secret if you'll just let me fuck your ass-hole. I don't consider that to be such a high price to pay, particularly since you'll learn to like it after I've settled my cock in there for a little while."

I recognized that it was futile for me to argue with him. Fear reeled through my body. A cold sweat broke out on my forehead. The beads of sweat dropped down both sides of my face.

"Turn over," he commanded sharply.

I had no choice other than to comply with his demand. I turned over on my stomach.

He reached out and parted my legs, then thrust a pillow beneath my stomach.

"What a fucking ass," he laughed.

Before he launched into the fuck itself, Harry reached out with his right index finger and began to plunge it inside my anus.

He shoved the finger back and forth, and the longer he kept up the pace, the hotter he became. I could hear the panting, and recognized that it meant he was getting more eager for sex, more impatient to shove his pecker into my ass-hole.

His finger continued to pump, and finally he released it.

"I'm going to drive my spear in there," he exclaimed.

Harry moved his cock forward, letting it enter my anus.

At first, he thrust it only on the outer fringes of my anus, but I could still feel the sharp, almost excruciating pain searing through my whole body, particularly in my ass.

Then, finally, he entered me with a flourish, driving his pecker deep inside my ass-hole.

He kept on plunging his huge meat deeper into my anus. He drove it high and hard, entering me as deeply as he could, penetrating with every bit of virile determination that he could muster.

While his rock-hard penis kept on thrusting deep inside my burning ass-hole, his fingers went to work on my ass-cheeks.

He squeezed my fleshy buttocks as he kept on driving his cock into my ass-hole.

With burning desire he kept it up, maintaining the hot pace.

"You've really got a fucking ass, honey," he laughed. "This I really love. I love pumping, baby, I love planting my cock into your ass-hole. Ah, I'm moving closer. It won't be long before I'll be exploding in your ass."

He reached out and slapped my ass-cheeks, enjoying the even-handed swats. They stung a little, but not nearly as much as the jutting pain that spurted through me as a result of his steady cock efforts.

Even though I was burning up between my legs, hurting from the sharp thrusts he was putting forward with his cock, I still couldn't help but feel a certain degree of excitement as a result of his activities.

He did have a good, hard cock, and Harry knew just how to use it. He maintained a brisk, effective pace as he kept on thrusting his rod into me, moving ever closer to climax.

His breathing was coming now in puffs and gasps, and his whole supercharged body was shaking with anticipation as he entered into the final stages of the act, gritting his teeth as he drove his huge, thrusting pecker even deeper into my anus.

Just about the time that I was convinced that his cock had entered me to the maximum extent possible, he would fool me by plunging it a little bit deeper into my ass-hole.

Several burning thrusts later, I felt the hot jism spurting into my ass-hole.

It was a delightful sensation, particularly since I knew that my anus wouldn't be receiving any more pain from Harry's cock.

He released his prick, smiling broadly as he patted my buttocks several more times for good measure.

"We've got to get dressed now," he said. "Believe it or not, I work around here as a doctor, too. In between fucks, that is."

"I wouldn't want to keep you from your work," I said.

"I guess I kept you from yours for a little while," he laughed.

"I guess so. But none of the patients are going to run away."

"I guess not. It's what you call a captive audience," he laughed.

I don't know if Harry was thinking about the same thing I was at that point, but I couldn't help but focus on the striking similarity between his remark and the situation I had encountered.

I was a one-woman captive audience, being held in place by the morbid thought that Harry Peterson could unmask me any time he wanted to.

It wasn't a particularly pretty thought to contemplate, but I recognized that it was one I had to learn to live with.