My regular visitor.

I work for a doctor's office.
I'm given a lot of authority and trust.
I bring patients back to a room, ask them questions, take blood, examine them, or just evaluate them.
During this time, I have never had a patient hit on me.
Knowing there is a lock on the door and that some days I'm at the office alone, not one person has hit on me or sexually suggested that we could do more in this little exam room...
On this patient bed...
On the counter...
On my knees...
Believe me, I've thought about it enough. Idk how they haven't.
I would love to have a regular patient who comes in once or twice a week for regular evals or blood work and have a happy ending, too.
I admit it: I enjoy being used.
I have a straight appearance, but the first time some hunky, beefy guy, whips out his cock and asks-no. Tells me to suck it like the little bitch I am, I'll be a different person in a flash.
I would be on my knees with one of his balls in my mouth before he could finish his sentence.

I'm not sexually frustrated.
Just a sissy trapped in a straight man's life.

It's just so hard to know who to hit on.
My wedding band makes it even harder for them to say something to me.
But I don't joke when I say I will be an alpha's bitch.
I would beg to service those who would treat me like the little cum slut that I am.

They could come in, regular stuff.
I would take him back last, so there are no more patients.
Don't want any of them to her me moan or scream. Hehe.
When we got to the back, I would close the door and assume the position on my knees until told otherwise.
Then I would be told to unzip his pants, pulling them down.
Pull down his boxers with my teeth.
Drag my tongue up from his boxers to his shaft.
Lick the shaft until it is completely wet.
Then move to his balls, taking one in my mouth at a time, juggling them.
Until they both go in.
Cheeks puffed up, licking them as much as I can.
All the while his big cock lays on top of my face, stretching to at least my forehead.
A mouth full of his huge, veiny balls.
My eyes roll back.
I'm slipping into my sissy-brain state.
He grabs my head with one hand and pulls me back a slight bit.
Enough that his balls pop out of my mouth like a Tupperware seal.
Drool makes a line from them to me.
It falls on my scrubs as it comes out of my mouth.
He then guides his large shaft into my mouth.
He keeps his hand on my head, grabbing my hair to get a good grip.
Then he proceeds to fuck my mouth.
He goes in about halfway with a steady pace.
Every three or five thrusts he goes a little deeper...
Then a little deeper...
A little deeper...
Now he's easily plowing my throat with each thrust.
I gag a little, but it's not enough to bother me.
I've had my share of giant dicks.
I haven't met the cock I couldn't throat down to the base. :)
But that doesn't mean it doesn't bump my uvula some.
I hold my compose and kill the human urge to get whatever it is that's causing this reflex to get out.
Because I truly want it.
I just have to remind my body that I truly want it.
That I need it to survive.
And it's not a lie.
I think I would go crazy without a good throatfucking every once in awhile.
I look at him through tears.
My tears aren't complaints.
Just something that happens in the process.
He grins.
He knows I don't fight it or resist.
He knows I love being his little bitch whenever he can schedule time.
It helps that he probably only has a few years left to live.
So he feels like he's got nothing to lose.
I...I don't really care about my life right now.
I just need his cock.

I need his cock to function.
Without it, I would lose my way.
His cock, he too I guess, is my personal Jesus.
Guides me on how to live and gives me rapture after all my hard work.

I slurp and slobber as he pushes me down to the shaft and keeps me there.
No more games.
He holds my head down with my swollen lips pressed against his groin.
After 20sec I gulp.
I cry and whimper and stare up at him as tears flood my vision.
His cock throbs in my throat, reminding me where it is.
My eyes roll back again.
I have a man's cock in my throat.
A real man.
A real man has his cock in my throat.
I cum a little at the thought of what I am ACTUALLY doing.
I get such joy that I'm no longer fantasizing this and it's ACTUALLY HAPPENING!!
Oh, such bliss.
My body shakes a little.
I have to fight back the urge to push him off me.
Have to fight back the primal instinct that swells up.
It's telling me I need air.
I need oxygen.
I need to breathe.
I'm going to die...

But I don't care.
I force myself to choke on his cock.
I know how it feels.
It's a nice repeating massage, on your throbbing cock.
It feel nice to say the least.
He pulls my head away.
Let's me take a gasp of air.
I take a second one.
A third.
He immediately grabs the back of my heads and slams it down on his cock.
All.
The.
Way.
He's not playing anymore.
He pulls me back so the beautiful mushroom tip of his shaft is just barely touching my lips.
Then he does it again.
A nice quick 'gulgmmph' from me as his cock once again is as far down my throat as it can go.
Then he pulls it all the way out.
Then he forces it all the way in.
Out.
In.
I choke.
I gag.
I cry.
I whimper.
I feel like a big baby.
I'm no longer holding it back.
Tears and saliva cover my face from the nose down.
He sees this.
He knows it's what I'm made for.
I know it's what I'm made for.
His cock gets bigger at the site of my little bitch face and throat being destroyed.
He puts both hands on the back of my head now.
My throat is sore.
My lips are sore and swollen.
They feel like they're going to explode each time they hit his skin.
I swear his cock is entering my stomach.
I close my eyes because there's no point trying to see through the flood of tears.
He takes one hand off my head.
He pulls my hair so that my head comes off his dick and back a little.
Then, out of nowhere, a solid, hard, slap comes across my face from his big hand.
Before I could even get my first gasp of air, it's been knocked out of me.
I make a quick yelp and cry a little more.
He grabs me by the mouth, hand on my cheeks.
Squeezes and forces me to look up at him.
'What the fuck are you doing? Don't you DARE close your eyes you little ******! You don't get to look away from this! This is what you deserve! This is what you were made for! You were made to take big cocks like mine! In every hole!'
He slaps me again.
The sting is unreal.
The sound of it can probably be heard in the office in the neck building.
I let out a cry.
'You were made to suck dick!'
I look up at him, covered in even more spit and tears.
'That's a good girl.'
He grabs his cock.
Rubs it a little and jerks it once or twice.
Then grabs my hair again with both hands.
I moan out a little.
Just long enough for it to be drowned out as his cock goes down my throat again.
He picks up where he left off.
Slam.
Slam.
Slam.
'You like that, you little bitch?'
That big dick fucking my throat like there's no tomorrow.
Who knows, there may not be for this guy. This is my sympathy gift.
Like its never felt the slightest bit of soft, warm insides.
Like it needs to have more.
Like it can't quench its desire and will destroy anything that gets in its way of cumming.
Or anyone.
'You like being my fuck toy? Like that I can just throw you away when I'm done?'
This is such a great feeling for me.
Such a great feeling, I'll jerk off to this for days after.
Probably till he comes back at the beginning of next week to do it again.
And that thought sends me over again.
My eyes roll back as he pounds away at what's left of my throat.
I worry for a split second that he my snap my neck with his cock and pelvis.
But at this point, I could really give a fuck less.
I could die being this man's fuck hole.
This alpha male's cum barrel.
His jizz guzzler.
Those thoughts make me shutter as I cum in my underwear.
He continues to plow away.
My eyes come to lock on his as I continue cumming.
He sees me shake and go limp a little.
He knows I'm getting off on this.
That I'm getting joy of of being his fuck doll.
He smiles and stares back at me.
He picks up his paces.
Now I really can't help it.
He hasn't let me catch some air in awhile.
Breathing through my nose doesn't keep up with him at this speed.
My eyes widen and look around.
Natural reaction.
He looks up and starts to moan a little.
I reach out and try to knock his arms off me.
Those big muscles hold my head firmly in place as he thrusts.
I fight and squirm.
It does no good.
Realization hits me.
I'm going to die as his living, not breathing, glory hole.
I squirm a little more, but I give up as I start to lose oxygen.
His moan gets a little louder.
His paces slows.
But he stays deep in my throat.
Only comes out an inch or two off of his base.
My hands are grabbing onto his legs, trying to force myself off of him.
No use, but I still try.
My whole body is straining against his.
He truly is a real man.
A real alpha male.
I can't make him budge.
He starts to pull his cock out.
I am relieved.
It makes it to my mouth.
I try to turn my head and make my mouth more accessible to air.
I can't.
I panic.
He stops short of coming out.
I open my mouth as wide as I can.
Not much use because his cock is so thick that I can barely get any air.
His cock has grown a quarter inch longer in the last few seconds.
It's gotten wider.
Oh.
Oh god.
He's cumming.
I can't hold my breath long enough for that.
I cry and moan loud.
He doesn't care.
Oh god.
OH GOD.
It explodes in my mouth.
I cry.
He immediately shoves it down my throat.
I choke on his big, beefy rod.
I cry.
Cum pours out both nostrils.
I cry.
He thrusts, without pulling out more than two inches.
I cry.
He empties the rest into my stomach.
I cry.
I'm losing my sight.
I'm choking.
I can't breathe.
He gives his cock one last push.
He yells.
The he pulls my head back and throws it.
A drool trail mixed with semen stays attached to my mouth and his throbbing cock.
I fall backwards.
I'm covered in spit, cum and shame.
I gasp and heave.
I get as much air as I can.
Life starts coming back to me.
I lay flat on my back.
He lets out a little chuckle as he braces himself on the patient bed.
He grabs a paper towel.
Starts whiping off his pants where I'd drooled on them.
I general wouldn't be sorry.
But I am this time.
He's given me such pleasure and I've got my own stupid drool all over his pants.
What kind of person am I.
I cry a little.
'Sorry,' I get out in a whimper.
He looks at me.
'Don't worry. You're going to pay with that beautiful plump ass of yours.'
'N-next week?' I barely get out in a shiver.
He laughs. Loudly. Heartily.
'Today' he says with a grin.
I pout.
I knew it was coming.
What was I thinking.
I thinking I just wanted to sound cute. Haha.
I don't think he truly cares.
'You haven't been skipping lunches have you? I want that fat ass to stay. Just like it is!'
I slowly roll onto all fours and show him my behind with my scrubs on.
'That's right. That's my ass. It belongs to me. I don't care how many guys you service in this office when I'm not here, that is MY ass.'
I giggle pathetically.
Lack of air.
Like I could handle more of this.
I'm going to have to make an excuse for my black eye already.
'Better get up here.' He says as he pays the patient bed.
I sulk and sigh a little at the thought.
I look up at the clock.
2:00.
Only 2?!
I have no other appointments for the rest of the day.
He knows that.
He knows he has me for three more hours.
My eyes widen.
I close them and hang my head.
I slowly get to my feet, breathing hard the whole way.
I make my way over to the bed.
I go to take my scrub top off and he stops me.
'You need to keep that nice piece of artwork on.'
I look down.
He's referring to the cum all down it.
Ug.
That's going to stain.
I sigh.
I turn and learn over he bed.
He mutters to himself.
Then tells me to pull my pants down.
I do.
I pull my scrubs and underwater down to the bottom of my ass cheek.
My dimples smile at him.
He gets a big grin on his face.
I turn to face the wall and sissy-brain takes over again...