The MILF Specialist
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The MILF Specialist – Part 2 free porn video
Hello, my dear Readers. This is Doctor Vikranth again. Thank you all for reading the first part of my story, and taking the time to send your feedback.
This is an immediate continuation of the happenings in the earlier part, and reading it first may make this more enjoyable.
Happy Reading!
My final session with Beena was only two days after we last met. I was sure this would be an advantage for me, as I had done enough to make her crave for my meat.
I was totally correct – she had come wanting and horny. Her nipples poked out of her white v-neck tee, and the lust in her face clearly indicated she wanted me to know she wore no bra.
“Good morning, Beena. You look gorgeous as always.” I wished her, staring at her bra-less bust, just like she wanted me to. I only wanted to play along initially, but her melons sure deserved to be ogled at.
“Oh thank you, Vicky. I am so happy to see you today.” Beena replied, blushing. She was enjoying the attention I gave her, as she walked into the Special Clinic.
The Special Clinic was a small square room, on the isolated corner of the hospital. It only had an examination chair and a table, with soothing music playing. Space was designed as such, to allow the patient to be in a free and relaxed atmosphere.
“You need to undress, Beena. The patients are normally required to remove all their clothes, but you can keep the top on if that is more comfortable for you.” I told her, as she handed over to me results of tests she did in the last two days.
“So, I will move out of the room. Once you take off your clothes and feel you are ready, you can just press the button on the table. I just don’t want to make it difficult for you in any way.” I said, making my way out of the room, telling her I will be looking into the test reports meanwhile.
Honestly, the test reports hardly even mattered. They were just unwanted procedures, hospitals follow to make extra money. I was only trying to make her feel she was in a very professional setup, with a very serious sexologist.
“Vicky, wait! No!” Beena shouted the moment I had my hand on the doorknob.
As soon as I turned back, Beena looked straight into my eyes and pulled down her pink joggers immediately. She wore no panties, and I could see her clean-shaven wet pussy shining.
She had come prepared. She knew she would be stripping for me. She wanted to strip for me, and she wanted me to love what she was going to show me.
Beena had earlier humiliated herself, with a hairy pussy during her first naked examination. Her inactive sex life meant she took no efforts to keep herself clean. She trimmed her pubic hair for the next tests, but today was the first time I had seen her pussy completely shaved. Her love hole looked truly amazing.
“That would have been bad, Vicky. I want you to know I fully trust you. You don’t have to leave the room.” I knew she was submitting herself to me. She was already leaking, and she had the kind of pussy, men would kill to own.
Her white t-shirt remained, but honestly, I did not mind. I was in-fact in love with the basic v-neck tees she had been wearing throughout her days at the hospital. It gave a great view of her gorgeous bust, and she looked more MILFy in them.
Helping her sit on the examination chair, I started explaining the details. I told her the aim is to reopen the shrunk opening of her pussy hole.
“We do have a few means, and we will try our best. If one method doesn’t work, we will try another.” I said as I took a bottle of medical lube, and pressed the lube out onto Beena’s hand.
“The procedure is simple. You need to apply it well on the outside of your vagina, and let it dry for 10 minutes. After that, try pushing one finger of yours inside your vagina.” I instructed Beena.
Beena rubbed it evenly on her pussy lips, but it did nothing to help. In normal cases, this would have done the trick, but I had very smartly given her an expired bottle of lube. I was definitely going to have some fun with her. She was after all the first Indian woman I got to feed on.
“Don’t worry, Beena. We can try one of these.” I said with a thin dildo in my hand.
I acted like I was trying hard to push it inside her vaginal hole but soon shook my head, indicating it was not working.
“Let me just put on these gloves. Maybe fingering with my hands will do the trick.” I said putting on a pair of medical gloves. I had extra thin gloves ready with me, and she was going to feel my fingers clearly when I touch her muff.
I pressed my finger against the opening of her pussy, never really pushing it in. I let her know my fingers won’t go any further, as I rubbed her clit for a few seconds. Beena was totally turned on, and even moaning before I felt her body shiver slightly.
It was the first time another man was having his hands on her. It was the first time any man had aroused her in years. Just a gentle rub-down on her clit was enough to make her ejaculate.
“I think we should just try a natural way, Beena.” Beena looked completely flushed, as I finished my sentence. Her breathing was abnormally heavy, and she did not even understand what I meant by natural. She looked lost.
“I will have to push my penis inside your vagina. That is the only way possible now, Beena.” she was horny, and she bit her lips trying to hide her excitement. I knew she was waiting to hear me say that, but I wanted to tease her a bit more.
I pulled down my pants, but I still had my shirt and white coat on me. My black trunks were also on the floor, now, and my dick was out on display.
“Oohhh…” Beena let out a moan, seeing my erect 8-inch long cock.
“As you might know, this kind of sexual intimacy is very much illegal. I will need a signed approval from you before we proceed. You will have to wait until the papers arrive, from the main office.” I was just pushing her to her limits. I knew she was craving for it. But I wanted her to beg.
I love it when a rich woman begs. She could be the wife of a rich man or the mother of a rich lad. I just enjoy having a wealthy privileged mature woman in helpless, scandalous, compromising situations.
Maybe this was due to the hatred I had towards rich boys, during my college days. My mother and elder sister were humiliated by a bunch of bullies, when they came to meet me at my college, in Delhi. And they got away scot-free because they had money.
I will never forget the day my mother and sister were tricked into entering the boys’ toilet, by the bullies. They believed the bullies when they said that is where the practical lab was, and they could find me in there.
As soon as my mother and sister entered the toilet, the bullies locked the door and exposed themselves. They were shocked, and could only cry when the rich boys asked my sister to suck their cocks if she did not want her mother to be made to do it.
By the time I came to know and stopped the ordeal, my sister had already sucked 3 cocks. She had married only a month ago and had cum sticking even on her Mangalsutra. I could never empathize with the rich, after that day.
“Just put it in me, please!” Beena was begging already.
“I want you inside me, now.” she was almost yelling at me, just like I wanted her to. Beena had completely forgotten why she was here. She was here seeking help to have a child, but now she was shamelessly pleading to be filled by a younger man’s cock.
I lifted her from the examination chair and placed her onto the table. I made her sit on the edge, pushed her body back to lay down on the table, with her head towards the other edge of the table.
Positioning my cock straight at her pussy, I shoved my hard meat inside her, with considerable force. The entire length of my cock slid inside her pussy in one go, and the room was filled with her horny groans.
Beena moaned loudly, with pain and pleasure, and had her head bent back in ecstasy. She was cumming straight away, and her whole body was shaking for more than a minute. She was even squirting, and I could feel her hot fluids on my body.
Her husband, Raghav, had a 4 inched cock, and a weak hard-on. I was 8 inched and was erect as a pole. I knew I could make her scream, and I did just that.
“You want me to touch your boobs, Beena? I was thinking if I should stimulate all your pleasure points so that we don’t have any problems later.” I asked her as I continued ramming my fuck pole, in and out of her cunt.
Do you think it is better I remove my top? she asked me. I did not know if I should call her a fool or a slut, as she pulled her top out, and placed my hand on her tits.
She was fully naked in front of me, and her sweaty hourglass-shaped, the curvy body looked like another wonder of the world. She had a solid figure and a size of 34-25-36.
I groped her boobs hard, and even pinched her nipples, almost plucking them out. She was almost crying with pain, but I wasn’t done yet. I mauled her boobs, in extreme ways, making sure I was indeed torturing her.
She could only bear it, for the pleasure my cock’s thrusts gave her was too good, for her to ask me to stop.
“Oh, fuck, Vikranth! The first day in the hospital, the moment I saw you, I wanted you inside me.” She blurted, as I was done with her, and pulled my dick out of her pussy. She quickly realized she should not have said that and was shocked at her mistake.
“Relax Beena. Just relax. You don’t have to feel bad at what you said. It is very normal during such treatments.” I said, wearing my trunk, in a relaxed easy tone.
I had thoroughly enjoyed fucking her but acted like nothing happened. I pulled my pants up, and in a fake professional accent, said the process went very well and she will be totally fine.
Beena was still just finding her senses back. She did not know how to respond. She was even struggling to pick up her jogger pants from the floor and put it back on.
While she was fully convinced she just had sex, my bold acting skills forced her to pretend like it was all as per the procedure. And just a part of the treatment. Worse, she didn’t even know if she could any longer call herself a loyal wife, or if she had genuinely cheated.
“How do you feel, Beena? I hope it is all okay now.” I said, still faking a serious tone.
“Yes, baby… I mean yes doctor…err Vicky. It was great, I mean it was okay. I feel like.. I am fine now.” The dominant rich woman in her was at the weakest position she had been her whole life. She was gasping, looking straight into my eyes.
To get drilled so hard, cum multiple times, and yet having to act normal forced her to compare herself with whores. Whores who are fucked at will, and then forgotten conveniently. But, she still had to admit she loved every bit of it.
I had one more round of great sex with Beena, the night before she left. I tricked her, I agree. But she desired to be filled by me, more than I wanted to be inside her.
Her pussy was completely okay, but I asked her if we should still check it, one more time.
“This is just to confirm the hole hasn’t gone back to it’s shrunk form, and the treatment has worked,” I told Beena over the phone. I was careful I sounded professional and seemed like I was just making sure everything is alright. Though, it hardly mattered.
Beena gladly agreed and needed no insistence. She had only one condition, but. She wanted this session to be in her room, and not inside the clinic.
As much as I wanted to defile her, she perhaps already knew this was not as per the procedure. She was smart enough for that. But, when she opened the door, she was already fully naked. She really wanted to have sexual satisfaction, her husband failed to give her.
Beena sucked my cock, licked my balls and even gulped my cum. I really did not expect it from her, but she showed all the frustration of a married woman, who had been sexually neglected for years.
“Cum inside me, Vikranth,” Beena whispered in my ears, as I fucked her on her bed.
“I don’t think we should, Ma’am.” I tried telling her. I loved the thought of impregnating a married mature woman. But I was a bit concerned too.
“Just do it!” Beena was now ordering me.
“I want it to be you, Vikranth. I want to hear your child call Raghav, Daddy!”
I just couldn’t refuse after listening to what she had just said. It was exactly the kind of sexual malpractice I planned to do when I decided to be a sexologist. Beena smooched me, with lust, as I shot my thick load of semen inside her rejuvenated love hole.
The next day, before she left the hospital, she kissed me on my cheeks and thanked me sincerely. She also said she would love to partner with me to start such a treatment facility in India.
I could not have been happier. I certainly wanted to get back to India, and have serious fun with Desi Indian mothers. I so badly wanted to sexually exploit them.
I happily accepted Beena’s proposal, and here I am in Bangalore. The clinic has been gaining good publicity, and I have a good amount of patients turning up in the clinic.
This, as you can see, is just the beginning of my journey as a professional sexologist and I will be back soon with the next part. To be continued.
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