Wet dream

You close your eyes and drift off, still tightly lodged in Sophie’s throat. Her cries and wretches soon fade away, as the carriage melts into a doctor’s office. You’re sitting in the waiting room, jerking off to a poster of Riley Reid on the wall. Next to you is a short black woman woman in office attire. You give her a grin, and spit into your hand.

“David, number 367!” The receptionist calls your name loudly. You walk over, cock still in hand, and stand in front of the desk, still jerking frantically.

“One of our nurses is ready to see you David. Please follow her and remove your pants and shirt.” A short brunette girl with a perky ass opens the door next to you, and you follow her in. You remove your clothes and step on the scale.

“135, blood pressure 129/90. Heart rate of 70 bpm. Looks like your vitals are doing ok. Please come with me.” You grunt and follow her into a room, apparently trying to poke her ass with your dick as you walk through the hallway. “Doctor Kincaid will be with you shortly sweetheart.”

You grunt and point to your dick. Apparently you’ve gone completely non verbal in this dream universe. She look at you quizzically and lifts her finger to her mouth. “Oh dear. I’ll get the doctor right away.” She lightly jogs down the hallway, leaving you seated cock in hand.

You survey the doctor’s room. You’re seated upright on a padded table, covered by a single sheet of dry paper. Floating shelves line the room with the doctor’s utensils, which apparently includes both tongue depressors and Jennings mouth gags. You sit there and jerk off for a good 3-5 minutes before the nurse pokes her head into the room.

“Mr David? I brought Dr Nelson with me. She’s gonna run a few more tests on you.” She turns to reveal a busty blonde haired doctor with tits pushed up to her chin. She’s obviously wearing a doctor’s coat that’s a size too small on her. The 2-3 buttons that have been clasped barely cover a tight cheetah print bra on her chest.

“Hi Nr David. Based on your vitals and a few other behavioral symptoms, I’m pretty convinced you have a case of Acute Constant Hole Syndrome. I’m gonna have to run a few tests first to rule some other things out. Alyssa, could you please kneel in front of David’s cock for me?”

Alyssa smiles and kneels down between your legs. Her big green eyes blink at you from behind her thick black frames. She runs her hands up your calves and rests them on your skinny, stick like thighs.

You immediately grab Alyssa’s hair with your non dominant hand, still jerking with your right, and attempt to **** yourself between her lips. She braces herself on your tiny legs while you desperately try to mount yourself in her throat.

“What do u think doctor?” she mumbles through the angry head of your cock. You buck you hips wildly, but she holds her teeth firmly shut. Your cock slides in and out of her cheek.

“Lack of regard for consent, uncontrollable impulses, a vague slack jawed look, yep, all seems inline with constant hole syndrome.” She walks up calmly and removes Alyssa’s head from your grasp.

“Constant hole syndrome is the constant sensation that your cock is lodged firmly into a woman’s hole. Severe cases can cause the afflicted to lose touch with their senses, as the dichotomy between sensation and reality confuses and distorts the victim’s mind. It appears this case is the worse one I’ve seen yet. Normally I would prescribe a cure immediately, but due to this case’s severity I can’t rule out the rare 2 hole deviation. Alyssa I’m gonna need you to pull down your scrubs for me.

Alyssa turns around and wiggles her perky, bouncy cheeks in your face. Her fingers grip her waist band and she slowly pulls her pants down, bending over as she does so, revealing 2 plump buttcheeks in all their unrated glory. She gently wriggles her fingers in between her 2 soft pussy lips, and spreads them fully, parking her soft vulva onto your now slightly moist head. You grunt at her and continue masturbating. Dr Kincaid bends over next to her, cleavage drooping in your face, and wiggles Alyssa’s butt side to side, back and forth, even sliding your cock from her pussy to her asshole, but you sit there unmoved, still frantically jerking your cock and staring forward.

“Incredible!” Dr Nelson starts. “A juicy 23 year old pussy that he’s practically inside of, and he has no interest. Not only is this one of the worst cases of constant hole syndrome I’ve ever seen, it seems to be entirely of the oral variety.”

Alyssa stands and tucks her butt back into her scrubs. “So what do we do now doctor? Is there a cure?” You continue masturbating on the doctor’s table, everything they say sounding like unrecognizable gibberish to you.

“Well we have a couple options. The first step in treatment is always exposure to the suspected hole, followed by ejaculation inside of said hole. If the subject proves unresponsive to treatment, a long term solution may be needed.”

Dr Kincaid grabs you by your non-masturbatory arm and begins leading you out of the room. “Come on David, we’re headed to the oral specialist.”