Made To Beg

Slowly now, he rubs his hand once more over my ass cheek; stating on my right, and slowly going over to my left. Enough to tease me, and maybe even keep me aroused, but not nearly enough to bring me to orgasm. I try to remain still and not let anyone know my frustration at being left so close to pleasure. I feel a slight shiver pass through my body that has nothing to do with the ambient temperature or my state of undress, and soon have to admit my attempt to hide my arousal has not been entirely successful.

He speaks softly, though with some **** to his voice. "It seems you really enjoy my attention, don't you?", and within moments find myself nodding my head slightly in agreement. He must have been smiling then, as his voice took on a confident tone, "I want you to ask ... no, plead for me to keep going. I want to hear you grovel for me to keep pleasuring you.

I swallowed hard, pausing a moment before choosing to speak up, my voice sounding a bit raspy to my ears, "Yeesssss .... please. I ... I want you to resume ... please don't just stop ... I'm begging you, please ... Don't leave me like this."

I heard him chuckle softly behind me, his hand movings softly across my right ass cheek, slapping it harshly before moving his palm along my waist and to my thigh slowly. "You can do better than that! Common, louder! I want everyone to hear you!"

I gasped loudly as he slammed the palm of his hand on my ass, causing me to feel some pleasure, mixed with some discomfort and surprise at the swiftness of the act. I breathed in deeply, my desires far outweighing any other concerns at the moment. I cried out loud, not caring who may hear, "OOOHHHH Please Take MEE! Fuck ME Already, OHHH PLEASE Ohhhh PLEASSEEESSZZSE!... DON"T just Leave ME Like thISSS!"

He chuckles again, this time not even waiting for me to finish speaking, apparently quite amused with himself. As I spoke his hand rubbed softly across my exposed mound, the sensation playing on my senses like lighting. I gasped softly at his fingertips moved across my sensitive folds. He rubs his hands across me, pressing harder each time, before stopping again. I've soon left in suspense again, and soon hear myself once more crying out for him to keep going.

After several seconds of quiet, I hear the soft sound of a zipper being pulled on, and I find myself wondering what exactly he has in mind, and what the doctor will do with this information. I've been counting on him moderating this so it doesn't go too far, but right now I'm not sure I want him to ...