Chapter 4: Rising Action
Always wanted to push her boundaries, to see how far she would go. Tonight, he had a special surprise for her.
"Dr. Smith," Marcus barked, his voice echoing through the room. The doctor stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling eagerness. "You know what to do."
Dr. Smith nodded, his hands moving to the front of his pants. He unbuckled his belt, his fingers working the button and zipper with practiced ease.
Marcus stepped back, his eyes never leaving Amelia's limp form.
He watched as Dr. Smith undressed, his slim body revealed in the flickering candlelight. The doctor's cock sprang free, hard and ready, a thin sheen of pre-cum glistening at the tip. Marcus chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down Dr. Smith's spine.
"Fuck, she's gorgeous, isn't she?" Marcus said, his voice thick with lust. "All spread out for you. Just waiting for your cock."
Dr. Smith licked his lips, his eyes roaming over Amelia's curves. "Yes, she is," he agreed, his voice a low murmur.
"But I'm not sure how much longer I can hold back."
Marcus smirked, his hand wrapping around Dr. Smith's cock, stroking it slowly. "Don't worry, Doc. I want you to fuck her. I want to see your cock slide in and out of her wet little cunt while I film it."
Dr. Smith's breath hitched, a soft moan escaping his lips as Marcus's hand tightened around his shaft. "You want me to... to fuck her while you watch?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Fuck, yes," Marcus growled, his grip on Dr. Smith's cock tightening. "I want to watch you fuck her. I want to see your cock sliding in and out of her tight little pussy. I want to hear her moan and cry out for more."
Dr. Smith's eyes widened, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, sir," he managed to choke out, his body trembling with arousal and anticipation.
Marcus released his grip on Dr. Smith's cock, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Get on the bed, Doc.
I want you to warm her up first," Marcus commanded, his voice a low growl as he stepped back to grab his phone from the nightstand. Dr. Smith hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering with uncertainty, but Marcus's glare was all the encouragement he needed. He climbed onto the bed, his hands resting on Amelia's thighs as he positioned himself between her legs.
Marcus's phone was ready, the camera focused on the scene before him. He hit record, a soft beep filling the room as the video began.
Dr. Smith's hands moved to Amelia's pussy, his fingers spreading her lips wide, revealing her glistening entrance. Marcus watched, his cock throbbing in anticipation, as Dr. Smith lowered his head, his tongue snaking out to lap at her folds.
Amelia moaned softly, her hips moving slightly in spite of her drugged state, seeking more contact. Dr. Smith took the hint, his tongue plunging deeper, fucking her with long, slow strokes. Marcus could see the wetness coating Dr. Smith's chin, the glint of saliva catching the candlelight.
He licked and sucked, his tongue darting in and out, his lips making obscene smacking sounds. Amelia's hips began to move more urgently, her pussy grinding against his face, desperate for more friction. Smith obliged, his tongue delving deeper, his fingers joining the dance, spreading her wider, pushing inside her heat.
Marcus watched, his own cock aching and leaking with each passing moment. He could feel the wetness seeping from his tip, could smell the musk of his arousal in the air.
He was so fucking hard, his cock throbbing with the need to be inside her. But he wanted to draw this out, wanted to make her beg for it. Wanted to see her squirm and moan and plead for his cock.
Dr. Smith continued to lap at her pussy, his tongue fucking her with long, slow strokes. Marcus watched as Amelia's moans grew louder, her hips moving more urgently against Dr. Smith's face. Her tits bounced with each movement, her nipples hard and erect, begging for attention.
Marcus couldn't wait any longer. He needed to be inside her, to feel her tight heat wrapped around his cock. He gripped Dr. Smith's shoulder, pulling him away from Amelia's pussy.
"Fuck, she's ready for it, Doc," he growled. "You've done a good job warming her up. Now, let's see your cock inside her."
Dr. Smith nodded, his hands shaking slightly as he positioned himself between Amelia's legs. He gripped his cock in one hand, guiding the head towards her entrance.
Amelia's body was limp, her legs falling open to welcome him. Marcus watched as Dr. Smith's cock disappeared inside her, inch by agonizing inch.
"Fuck, that's a tight little pussy you've got there, Doc," Marcus commented, his voice a low growl as he continued to film. "I can't wait to see her take your cock."
Dr. Smith let out a low moan, his hips beginning to thrust, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency.
"That's it, Doc. Fuck her. Show her what you've got," Marcus encouraged, his voice thick with lust.
"Fill her up with that cock of yours."
Dr. Smith nodded, his breath coming in short gasps as he began to move. His hips snapped against Amelia's ass, his cock sliding in and out of her wet heat with a wet, squelching sound. The room filled with the scent of sex, a raw and primal smell that made Marcus's cock ache with need.
"Fuck, she's tight," Dr. Smith groaned, his hips picking up the pace. "So fucking tight and hot."
Marcus chuckled, his hand moving to the front of his pants, gripping his rock-hard cock through the fabric.
"You like that, Doc? You like fucking my wife's tight little cunt?" he taunted, his voice thick with lust.
Dr. Smith let out a low moan, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into Amelia with more force. "Yes, sir," he panted. "Fuck, she's so tight. So wet."
Marcus smirked, his eyes never leaving the obscene sight before him. "That's right, Doc. She's all yours. Her body is yours to use, to fuck, to fill with your cock. And I want to see every fucking inch of it.
I want to see you spread her wide and fuck her deep. I want to see her take your big cock, all the way to the hilt. I want to hear her moan and beg for more."
Dr. Smith's hips were a blur, his cock pistoning in and out of Amelia's wet pussy with a wet, sucking sound. Marcus could see the beads of sweat gathering on the doctor's forehead, could hear the ragged pants escaping his lips. He was close, so fucking close.
Marcus stepped closer, his phone held up, the camera focused on the action before him.