Number Nine, Doctor's Favourite

Actually I am without a guy now, and how glum it is. As you will know from my stories Ned passed on and now Danny has done the dirty on me and I am merely one of his many achievements. But I am left with memories so passionate.

I often wondered - when we were together and we fucked prolifically, why he kept saying I am his number nine, doctors favorite, me thinking it was because of the sex games he liked to play, like when he did a rectal examination on the premise that he was checking for medical abnormalities, me enduring all that for his kinky pleasure, but Hey! I shouldn't complain because what followed, and after that very soothing massage with coconut oil was so gorgeous, he knew how to make it last did Danny and always gave me the most beautiful of long wet fucks leaving me with a hole in the middle' in other words my hard cock stretched hole lamenting there as he had me, still bent on all fours, for hisgrandee oral pleasure'

Whereas Ned had other ways of gratifying his passion with me in the allotment shed, I remember several times having his various sized pricking -out dibbers planted in my ass as he sucked out my cock, and the so wonderful times we spent with his cock planted comfortably in my mouth for that memorable inimitable taste of cock - and then the Waterloo when he planted his seed into me stretched high across the bench, he ramming my ass , his balls slapping against my thighs as he gave me a typical `Ned what for' as he used to say.

But why has Danny dumped me?, we had it made together, at least I thought so. He used to take pictures of me in different positions, who would have thought ....? Well, I'll come to that soon but now there is me wondering if our last time, the last time we had sex was too much for him, well that's what I was thinking before ... well will tell you later ....he always enjoyed my perversion for tying ribbons around his well matured cock - I loved to do it after a long and deep pampering, him stretched across the sofa in his nuddies and me sat on the carpet next to him. Danny is a good eight inches of pure quality unadulterated cock - when I did it first time he adored it, said we should try it more often, after he'd enjoyed his customary spanking of me, so there was I sat neatly beside him, sniffing cock as I stretched back his foreskin to portray that wonderful example of cock-piece, that beautiful jap-eye waiting to be tasted and sucked and all the things I loved to do with my tongue.

My last time with Danny I tried a yellow ribbon, like in the song, the one which was tied around the old oak tree, it was a joke between us, me insinuating his cock was the size of a veritable oak! I teased that is how it felt inside me, like I was astride his branch of oak as it grew into me. But I made a good job of tying the ribbon around the base of his cock, nice and tight so I could see his whole shaft pulsing, I loved to see that, felt it was pulsing for the feel of my fuck, for the comfort of my hole encompassing it, the whole works, deep inside. I can still feel that sensation in my mind, please come back, Danny I miss you so, but I know he won't because he has had his fill of me, or in our case the other way around.

His cock hardening I watched it change colour to blue, sucked it blue, lamenting the taste and pulsation against my busy tongue, sucking, sucking as his hands bollocked me, the way he knew I adored, the way he knew would entice me to well take advantage of his cock, deep throating and feeling its red -end slide into my throat, I'd learnt to hold my breath for a full six minutes so you can imagine just how thrilling it was for both of us to enjoy those precious moments. I was in my element, gently feeling and squeezing his balls as I deep sucked, my saliva wetting him as, on releasing the ribbon, he oozed hot spunk into my mouth, I felt the surge , I sucked and sucked and swallowed him as quickly as he could ooze, for me they were the most intimate of intimate times when I swallowed his cream.

But disappointment, the last time we arranged our ongoing sessions, he never turned up. No reason why wither. He left me so in the lurch. But I was to find out I was just another of his `accomplishments' he had well and truly used me, all my attributes and my well fucked arse as well, and didn't he fuck me the last time we were together, it was the most rough Danny had been, it hurt me as he fucked me sideways, on top and scissors fashion - he told me my hole was as wide as can be, that he had to get a shot of that, ordered me to bend this was and that to get the right shot, now I know why...

It was about a month later I received a letter from him, a big brown envelope actually, inside A note saying he had to move on to number ten, but for his number nine I had served him well, then out slid a couple of large photographs. of his bedroom wall presumably, nine pictures plastered all over it, and beside each picture a trophy . A pair of undies pinned beside each picture. I recognised mine immediately - number nine written beside, he'd wanked me in those red boxers too, the last time we met, now I realised why he wanted to take them with him. I was merely another collection, another trophy stuck to his wall! Number nine Doctor's favourite!

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written by writersinterlude