He Begs

"Doc..." Sam moaned weakly, rubbing his crotch, "I don't think I can wait for someone one else..."

He unzipped his shorts, letting his big, hard cock spring free.

"It has to be you..."

He was rock-hard and throbbing, and that definitely was not lost on Dr. Gutierrez. As with every woman he'd met at Camp Everwood, pull out his dick was like throwing chum into shark-infested waters. She absent-mindedly started undoing another button on her blouse at the mere sight of it.

But she pulled herself back from the edge of her sexual stupor before she finished.

"Now, now, Mr. Archer," she said, "I know you've already had some women succumb to your "charms" today, but this place is not a harem. We are not all here to do whatever you say, whenever you say it. I know plenty of women here at camp who would be more than happy to help you out, though. Now let me call..."

"Pleaseeeeeee Doctor," he said, arching back and pushing his cock in the air. The head had almost reached up to eye level before he came back down. "I don't know what I'll do if I don't cum soon. I might even touch myself."

He slowly moved his hand down toward the base of his shaft.

"Aren't you supposed to stop me from doing this?" He asked. He moaned a little as he gripped his cock tight. He wiggled it a little, as if to say, "come 'n get it."

He knew she wanted to. Her eyes darted back and forth between his eyes and the bulbous tip of his fuckstick.

"I'm supposed to help you stop, but if you jerk off right now I'll have **** but to information the heads of camp, and they will probably take disciplinary measures for such brazen behavior."

"Is that what they use the cells for?" Sam wondered. They never really explained what that hallway was for.

"C'mon Doc," he pleaded. "I just need a little bit of physical therapy. Just this once, I swear.

Besides, you said you were interested. Why not indulge a little?"