"They would, huh?" Ben mused.
"Mmm! There are some women who push themselves for more than just the average experience, who would be willing to try to ... accommodate a bigger size, to get more of a sense of penetration, of being filled up by a man, to feel more surface area, more pressure against their key pleasure buttons ... ! Anyhow, on behalf of ... such women ... I would like to take a special interest in you -- if you don't mind."
What honestly was there to mind? Dr. Tremont was a living fantasy. "Sure thing, Doc," Ben said as coolly as possible.
"Whoa," she commented softly as his cock sprang to rubbery attention in her small soft hands. "You know, this may not be strictly professional, but I must say -- your cock is gorgeous! There's just something about the bigness of it, its girth, its nice healthy veins, how it glistens with trickling precum, even how it throbs in time with your heartbeat ... ! I must confess, I've never seen a ten-incher before -- and yours is making one hell of an impression ... ! Oh, I hope you won't sue us or anything; I know it's unusual, but if you could learn how to live with this, that would be -- Mmmmm!"
"I am concerned," Ben lied. "If it's so unusual, I may need, uh ... special care."
"Oh, I agree. In fact ... I think you deserve special care right now."
Dr. Tremont gave him a sultry look as she unbuttoned her top and her bulging bosom sagged gently forth in its black lace bra. The bra thankfully broke away in front, unleashing her soft deep cleavage directly over and around his shaft. Then the good doctor puckered her lips and slowly sank her mouth over his challengingly big glans. Ben was impressed by how intensely dedicated she was to jamming it in. |