Darlene felt as if she'd been inside the room forever. It had been. a very long time since her last visitors left, the men who ruined her pillow, her last remnant of a former life where she had a husband, children, a beautiful home. That all seemed so far away now, so clouded… except for one thing. It was a life she had undervalued, something she took for granted, a situation she risked for a few moments of fleeting fun but now would give anything to have back.
And the tall man, the man with Ken's face. He usually came to her, satisfied her, made things better after the visits by the three bad guys, the men who didn't care about anything but their own pleasures, the men with the faces of Chuck. It saddened her to think Ken forgot.
As she sat wondering the panel door whooshed back, her hand came up to her lips. Was he here now? she asked herself. Has my Kenny finally come?
Her hopes were shattered like a dropped champagne glass as the three men filed into the room, all in masks, all grinning with the face of Chuck. Darlene was on her hands and knees and started crawling backwards like a threatened animal as they approached.
"Nooooo. Oh, my God, nooooo… " she moaned.
The leering men wore robes of black like menacing witches and approached in a funeral-slow walk. They cornered Darlene's whimpering body and stood in front of her. The robes were gathered in their hands and lifted. She stared at the awful sight of six bared legs bearing three stiff cocks.
"Noooo… "
Hands came down to stroke the cocks and she realized they were going to shower her recoiled body with their disgusting cream. She grabbed her hair and pulled it into a tight wrap to protect it, that's when she realized it was clean, the jism and residue from the last visit were gone. Without trying to figure out how such a thing happened she balled the hair in her hands, leaned back against the wall and tried to shield it.
Her breasts thrust out, the pink nipples seemed raw, expanded, succulent and the men's hands worked faster at the red, long peckers. Darlene closed her eyes and waited but between the sounds of their working flesh she heard the soft, breezy, whoosh of the sliding door.
She looked between the strong legs and felt her heart jump. Entering the room was the man, the wonderful, strong man with the face of Ken. Darlene let her hair go, lowered her head and lunged into the three stroking men with full force. Two parted after she hit them and she stumbled into a sprawling dive toward Ken.
She landed flat on her stomach and scratched at the floor with her fingernails to drag herself closer and closer. "Ken! Oh, my dear Ken! You've come… thank God you've come to save me!"
Ken was in a robe of white as blank as the room and he stood motionless inside the door while she struggled to his feet and kissed them with passion. She came to her knees and pressed her tear-streaked face into the softness of his gown until finding the abundant lump of cock. She kissed through the fabric, fondled the thick worm between her teeth and moaned with pleasure.
Her hands swept down to come up under the gown, to race directly for the warmth of his cock and balls. As she touched them an exhalation of pure gratitude escaped her lips, a smile formed on her face. "Ken, you've come. The only man I ever want to touch me, to kiss me, to feel me and fuck me!"
Ken looked across the room at the three Chucks and she burrowed for safety between his legs while following his vision. "Them! I hate them!" she hissed. "They aren't men! They're animals! Bloodsucking animals who want nothing but satisfaction for themselves! They don't care about me! Kill them for me! Kill the Chucks!"
With a wave of his hand the three men instantly departed and Darlene was alone with her chosen man. She kissed the soft hair of his thighs and wormed her tongue up to nestle into the loose flesh of his scrotum. Her mouth yawned open and engulfed the balls, sucked them sweetly inside to caress and stroke them with a loving tongue.
Her hand wrapped around his uplifted spine and stroked to the glans where it squeezed and cupped over the head. She worked her palm over it in circular motions, felt the intensifying heat, the flaring excitement. Then she ran her tongue upward to wet the cock that saved her.
"Dear Ken, I need you so much. Just you, no one else, no one but you forever… " she murmured.
Doctor August was pleased with her words, he liked to hear her express what she learned. There was only one test left, if she passed it he would declare her cured and send her home. But the time wasn't right yet, soon he would be able to conduct the last phase.
She swam her lips hungrily around the end of his root and pressed down until tasting the deliciousness, feeling the thick knob jam into her throat. Darlene twisted on the cock and let it bury totally inside the loving grasp of her sucking, drooling mouth.
She stabbed two fingers up to the softness of her cunt and stroked. She wanted to be wet, hot, anxious to feel his root when he was ready, fully prepared to show him how much she needed him close, close forever, always at her side. Because alone we are nothing, together we are everything.
Her wobbling breasts pressed against his legs with delicate softness as she stroked herself and sucked his cock. Yet, he only stood there. Stood tall above her and let her grovel like a famished orphan at his organ. Finally his hands came down to the hem of his gown and lifted it away. A shudder of anticipation rippled through Darlene's nudeness.
He put her on her back and ceremoniously came down between her welcoming legs. She could feel the wet heat of his cock-head as it nestled into her juicy snatch. Her thighs opened even wider, she arched to bring her cunt higher, to make it easier to meet the plunge of thick, warming shaft.
August hesitated and watched her breathing, it was in short, gasping clips. If he tested her now it might cause a shock, he decided. There would be time for that later. His mighty cock moved into the waiting lips, parted them expertly apart, slid inside with comfortable, steady strokes.
"Oh '" yesssss… " she sighed while pulling her legs up and back to jam her cunt around the plunging cock.
August marveled over the wonderful elasticity of her pussy, he thoroughly enjoyed the way it collapsed around every piece of his cock to wrap it tightly in a cast of squirming flesh. It was a superb cunt, a fine hole, the ultimate expression of sexual equipment.
And the breasts, the firm mounds of soft fullness. He ran his hands over them and felt the pink nipples respond instantly. Sculptured, crafted, designed by the finest artist the world has ever known, he mused to himself. Then he decided as his fingers squeezing into the doughy piles that if she were his woman he'd never own a pillow, his head would always rest on these lotion-soft cushions.
The nipples became scarlet with excitement as he pinched and twisted them. The broad buttons rose up to pinnacles and cried for the feel of his lips. August bent down and managed to suck a heaving nipple between his lips while still working his long cock into the incredible oven between her legs.
Rumbles of joy shook her whole torso as she felt his teeth nip at her nipples, as she felt the filling pole make plunge after exciting plunge inside her twisting body. It was a good cock, a great cock, the only cock for her! Ken's cock!
His hands moved downward to cup her ass-cheeks and squeeze. Darlene felt a fingertip circling the rim of her colon, touching, teasing. She relaxed completely and let the finger bring joy to her ass by sliding far inside, twisting, bending, massaging her rectum. When his finger slipped free and she felt the cock making a complete withdrawal she knew exactly what to do.
Her hips lifted up as her legs went wide. The availability of her anus was raised to the tip of the waiting log. He pushed against the smallest hole and felt it strain back with no hesitation to clamp tight around him. He applied his weight and the cock burrowed into the clinging snugness of her anus. Darlene exhaled, smiled up at the face which pleased her so, fucked her so well, filled her ass with stretching happiness.
She folded her legs back to her chest to spike her asshole up to the now speeding rod. It plummeted into her, blasted with great speed to blur the doctor's whipping rump. She was splendid, totally receptive and eager to please him in any way. It was obvious she'd reached total cure but he knew he'd have to make that final test and it bothered him.
Usually it was done at the peak of sexual heat, at a time which would take the greatest will-power to reject him. But he had just left some discouraging information on his desk and knew this beautiful woman would have at least a week to wait before she and her husband would be rejoined. It would be cruel to leave her alone and in such a delicate state of arousal.
The facts all whirred in his mind until he decided not to worry. Complete the intercourse with Darlene and devise some simple test afterwards. She was too good, too sensitive, too beautiful to torture needlessly. August now understood how his assistant felt just before he made that impassioned error with Darlene.
"It feels so good," she whispered. Her cheeks had color, she beamed with blissful eyes 'up at his face and ground her hips gracefully in a circle. "I never want it to end."
August could feel the grasping heaves of her backside as it lifted up to each of his deep strokes. She fucked with the perfect blend of instinct and practice, this woman was at her pinnacle of sexuality.
He felt his cock's incredible warmth and knew he would soon fill her body with his liquids. Darlene could feel it too and quickened her pace. She blinked, grinned, it was so wonderful to have a man inside her and know he wouldn't stop until she was satisfied.
August pulled his cock slowly from her anus and felt the muscle slide down the head of the wet column. He eased it up to the emptiness of her cunt, knowing where she wanted it when it sprayed. Her willing loins wrapped around his hips and hugged him comfortably into place.
Now he moved with deft, stabbing strokes to inflame the cunt, to drive its heat higher and higher until matching his own. In minutes she was burning her hot pussy walls into his smoldering cock, heaving upward, gasping, running her tongue in circular motions around her lips. She grabbed his shoulders and arms to hold tight and dig fingernails into the flesh as each pounding length of cock pushed her nearer and nearer the brink of complete orgasm.
"Uh! UH! Yessss! Oh! Yesssss… " she moaned with closed eyes and thrashing hair.
He pounded deep enough to tangle their pubic hairs into one squashed, matted pile, his testicles rested on the globes of her lifting ass. Then the waves of grabbing fury began to travel up and down the walls of her cunt, tore possessively at his slamming meat, tried to clamp the pleasure-giving cock inside for an eternal climax.
"Yes!" she cried as her whole body spasmed and gyrated below his heaving hips.
Then August felt the ripping pressure of pent-up sperm scorching along his cock to thunder inside the trembling box in a torrent of release. Her cunt savored every pumping jerk of the spewing pecker as it graced her with flow after flow of the thick, white paste. The hole was saturated, filled, brimming with the heated overflow of frothing, streaming cream as it dripped from the lips and spread in a wide ring of shiny, sticky, snow.
Their arms wrapped around each other and they hugged for long minutes as the successful cock slowly withdrew from the roaring applause of the still quivering pussy. August waited until it slid free of her without help, he was in no hurry today, not today. This was the last time he'd have the pleasure of being with Mrs. Williams.
When he stood up he knew she'd see the smeared remains of their lovemaking on his cock, knew what she'd do. Darlene came to her knees, reached out for the shrunken peter, brought her mouth close to suck it clean.
"Wait," August said.
She stopped instantly. The voice, it was a strange voice, a voice she never heard before… not the voice of Ken. With wide, unknowing eyes she looked up at the man standing before her, the tall man with the splendid prick, the man with the smiling, familiar face of Ken.
He removed the mask and stared into her eyes. After a brief moment of apprehension her eyes narrowed, she spit and snarled, "Who are you? Get away from me!"
She jumped back and scurried across the room to stand against the furthest wall from this man. "Leave me alone!" she screamed. "Get out of here! Ken? Ken! Where are you, Ken? Save me! I need you, Ken!"
August quietly turned and left the room. Outside he turned to an assistant and said, "She's completed the therapy. After she calms down have one of the girls bring her to my office."