Getting the quarterback’s head back in the game [mF] [doctor] [pegging] [fucking]

Raquel tucked her sideswept blonde hair behind her ear and looked at the young man before her. As team physician, it was her job to ensure his health, his readiness for the game. And he was ready, every test proved it. But he’d just played a lousy, timid first half, and she had only 15 minutes to get the star quarterback’s performance back up before the second half.

“Harrison,” she said, “Talk to me, what’s going on?” He sat between rows of lockers, sharing a bench with Raquel, face to face.

“I don’t know, Doc Raquel,” he said, “I just… it was overwhelming… I don’t… I got, like, intimidated, I guess…”

“You weren’t aggressive at all,” she said, “You were distracted, missing easy plays, letting them get to you. That’s not like you at all, Harrison.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, meekly.

“Don’t waste your breath on apologies,” Raquel said, “Just tell me what I can do to get you back to normal.”

His gaze flickered to her chest, where the swell of her large breasts pushed out against the low-cut red team t-shirt, tucked neatly into her booty shorts. He wasn’t the first boy to sneak a glance, in fact, they nearly all did it. Even the ones who preferred dick couldn’t help but peek.

Raquel was fresh out of school herself, and she’d deny if it asked, but she craved the attention of the athletes. Thinking about their toned, perfect young bodies made her hot. And yet, Harrison getting distracted by her tits right now? It was nice, but this was not the time for that.

Unless… an idea popped in Raquel’s head.

She arched her back and pushed her chest out, further stretching the shirt’s material. Harrison stole another glance, blushing.

“Alright,” Raquel said, “I need to do a physical. Stand up. Strip.”

He gave her a nervous look.

“Be quick about it. Clock’s ticking. I’ve got to get you back out on the field in just a few minutes. C’mon now, quickly.”

Soon he stood before her, naked but for his tight briefs. Raquel studied the large bulge in his underwear. His cheeks flushed bright red as she gave him a wink, nodding at his crotch. “Nice cup,” she said.

“Ummm,” he gave an awkward whimper, “I… uh…”

She ignored his response, and went to work gripping the muscles on his thighs, humming happily to herself as he tensed at her touch.

“Turn to the side,” she said. He did, and she repeated on the back of his thighs, steadily working her hands up. When she reached his butt, she gave it some totally unnecessary squeezes.

“Hey!” he exclaimed, “What–”

“Nice and firm,” she cut him off, “Your cup’s in the way of the rest of this inspection. Take it off, underwear, cup, all of it.”

“That’s not–”

Raquel rolled her eyes. “This is a full physical, Harrison. Show me a little grit. No wonder you’re playing’s been so weak,” she said, “Now, facing me.”

He frowned. “I don’t see how it’ll help…” but complied, revealing a thick cock at half chub, swollen balls beneath.

“Nice,” she said, “I always love seeing a well hung young man. Bet the ladies are happy about that.”

“You– you’re not–”

She took his dick in her hand and leaned close, inspecting it. She bounced it against her cheek.

“What’re you…?” he muttered, wide eyed.

“You want me to suck you off?” she asked him, squeezing his balls, stroking his cock, making him hard. “I’ll even swallow your cum.”

“What?” he said, looking scared, “No! That wouldn’t be… it’s not…”

Raquel gave an exasperated sigh. “I can’t believe you. You’re pathetic. Fat dick in a woman’s face and you won’t even let her blow you. No wonder you’re losing the game for your team.” She continued stroking him.

“But,” he protested in an impressive series of half-formed words and sentences, “That’s… we can’t…”

She gave him a dismissive look and let him go.

“Alright,” she said, “It can’t be helped. There’s only one last thing to do.” She turned to fish something from her bag. “Here it is,” she said. Holding it up proudly, she presented him with a large clear silicone dildo, sculpted like a thick veiny cock.

“What the fuck?” Harrison said in a small voice as she rubbed lube up and down the dildo’s length.

Raquel placed it on the bench underneath him. “Sit on it,” she instructed, pointing at the dildo with a stern frown.

“But…” he said, face going bright red, “What?”

“Look, Harrison,” she said, “You’re an unimpressive, sad lump.” She guided him back, having him straddle the bench, dildo between his legs. “You’re disappointing your team, your coach, and me. Frankly, I think you’re beyond help.”

He looked down in shame.

Raquel continued, “But you’re hot and have a nice cock, so before I send you back out there to lose the game, might as well play out my fantasy. I doubt I’ll get another opportunity, since Coach’ll likely kick you off the team. So, my fantasy? I want to see your ass skewered on this dildo. I know you think you don’t want to, that the idea is humiliating, that you’d never do that. But I know you’ll do it anyway, because you’re so spineless you’ll do anything I tell you.”

He gave her a pleading look.

“So, Harrison,” she said, pushing him down, “Be your timid little self, and listen to my instruction. Sit down.” The tip of the silicone phallus made contact with his asshole, and she felt him tense.

“This is going in your ass, Harrison,” she said firmly, “And I can tell you from experience, it’s more comfortable if you don’t fight it.”

He unclenched, then gasped as the tip of the dildo began entering him. Raquel smiled.

She watched his eyes water, widening more and more as his jaw dropped. The dildo worked its way inside him. He groaned, “That’s far eno–”

But Raquel cut him off with a shove, pushing him down onto it, making him take it deep. His eyes rolled back in his head, gaze unfocused, his look of betrayal giving way to surprised ecstasy as he succumbed to the sensation.

Raquel sat back, taking in her handiwork, grinning. He sat there, panting hard, fidgeting from the object in his ass. But his cock had grown completely erect, a thick, towering erection. She slapped at his massive shaft and he made a whimpering sound as it sprang back, stiff as steel.

“Interesting,” Raquel said as she cupped his balls. “You didn’t know how much you’d love it, did you?” Her other hand stroked his cock, making him shudder.

Growing bored of just watching, Raquel stood up and slipped her booty shorts off, revealing her bare pussy, swollen and wet.

“What are you…?” he stared at her crotch.

Raquel straddled him, legs stretched around his torso, pussy just over his cock. He looked up at her, making eye contact. Raquel grinned. “You didn’t think I’d just stop with the dildo, did you?”

He stared with a mix of horror and eagerness. She lowered herself down, guiding his shaft into her dripping pussy. She moaned deeply as she felt his girth shove its way up inside her, extracting every bit of pleasure from the moment, savoring his look of confused lust.

She took him farther and farther in, not stopping until she was sitting on his lap. She let her weight rest upon him, pushing him down onto the bench, pushing the dildo further up his ass.

He groaned, whimpered, and squealed as his eyes rolled back in his head, delirious from the mixture of ecstasy and humiliation. Raquel gyrated her hips, and he let out a high-pitched noise which evolved into a moan. Seeing him in this state delighted her.

“How’s it feel to be my fucktoy, Harrison?” she said, “Your cock sure seems to love it.”

“Fuck… fuck me…” he begged, barely able to get the words out.

“Oh, you think you deserve to cum?” she said cruelly, “This is for me, for my pleasure, not yours. Maybe I’ll let you jack off when I’m done. If there’s any time left.” She began working up a rhythm, pushing herself up, then dropping down, impaling herself on his shaft, grinding him down onto the dildo. He moaned, heavy with need, as she pleasured herself.

She shoved his face down into her tits. “Look at you,” she said, “Supposed to be the big strong leader. But you’re getting off from having your ass stuffed. From being humiliated. Isn’t that right?”

“Y-yes…” he whimpered.

“This is the hardest your cock has ever been,” she said, “Admit it.”

“Yes,” he repeated.

“Your fat cock feels fucking amazing,” she said, feeling her cheeks flush. “Grab my ass,” she instructed, “Slap it. Finger it.”

He was losing his mind, but he did what she said.

“You think you deserve to cum in me?” she spat, “You think I’d even let you cum near me?”

He tried to speak but couldn’t, gave her a pained look, panting, mouth hanging open, his face inches from hers. Her tits were bouncing against his chin, their sweat mixing together.

“I’m going to make you eat your own seed,” she said to him, “If you cum, the only place it’s going is into your mouth.” She held his face down into her cleavage. “Actually I hope you do cum, just so I can see the look on your face as you taste yourself.”

Suddenly, his head popped up, his groaning became a growl, his eyes focused, his look changed.

It was like a switch flipping. Raquel instantly understood. Finally, Harrison had found himself.

He grabbed her by her hips as he seized control, his expression wild, animal, intense. He slammed his cock hard into her. She loved it, moaning loudly.

“I’m not your fucktoy,” he barked.

He easily overpowered Raquel, shoving her back. With a yelp, she fell onto the bench. He landed on top of her, hands pinning her ankles behind her head, spreading her legs wide, her tennis shoes in her hair. The abrupt change — the total reversal of their roles — had Raquel completely bested. She watched, incapable of stopping him as he pounded his rock hard cock into her pussy. Each of his quick, powerful thrusts shoved in deep, made her gasp, made her moan.

“You’re taking my fucking cum,” he growled, “You’re going to wear it, swallow it, beg for more.”

He groaned low and guttural, nothing in his eyes but pure lust. He fucked Raquel with abandon, driving himself into her to the hilt, burying his entire cock in her tight pussy, impaling her over and over again.

Raquel was delirious from the pleasure, her brains fucked out by her star athlete. She moaned, whimpered, gasped, unsure when she began climaxing, intoxicated from the waves of orgasm. Feeling the virile hard cock shove its way inside her over and over again fulfilled a deep, carnal craving. Her clit was rubbed against with each thrust, making her scream. Her fingers scrambled at his chest, but he hardly seemed to notice.

“Look at you fuckin’ cum,” he said.

Her back was arched, tits in his face. He grabbed the material, tore it open, her tits bouncing free. He slapped them, making her moan. She pushed her tits farther out.

“You’re such a whore.”

He slapped them again, pinching hard on a nipple. She yowled and shuddered, the pleasure electric, shooting through her body, intensifying the orgasm to a height rarely reached.

“Beg for my cum,” he growled.

“Please!” she screamed, “I need it!”

“I bet you’re the nasty kind of slut that likes to wear it.”

“Yes!” she wailed. “Cum on me,” she plead, panting, “On my face!”

In one fluid motion, he pulled his cock from her throbbing pussy and slid its glistening, swollen girth between her tits. Squeezing her breasts together, he jerked and bucked while Raquel massaged his balls. “Grab them harder,” he hissed.

Raquel squeezed his balls tighter and tighter, watching him groan in pleasure. His thrusts were growing frantic, and Raquel reached behind him, finding the dildo still in his ass. She gripped it, using his own frenzied rhythm to peg him with it.

“C’mon Harrison,” she plead, “Show me what a man you are. Give me your cum. On my face. Drown me with it.”

His eyes rolled back in his head and his groans lowered in pitch, becoming deep, husky. Raquel felt his balls tense, and she clinched them. His cock swelled and took on a ruby hue. She watched, transfixed, as his dick twitched, and a heavy jet of sticky cum shot out, coating her cheeks and nose. A second blast sprayed out, just as thick as the first, further painting her face, and then a third.

As he orgasmed, she rubbed his balls and worked the dildo into his ass, milking more and more cum from him. His spunk soon covered her face — dripping down her cheeks, into her mouth — and formed a pool on her chest where she’d massaged the final spurts from him.

He groaned as he pulled the dildo from his ass, looking down at his seed coating Raquel. “You whore,” he said.

She smiled. “It’s what you needed,” Raquel said, “Now get dressed. Get back out there. Take this energy, use it.”

Later, on the side of the field, Raquel watched Harrison drive his team back into the lead.

“Whatever you did to him, Doctor Raquel,” Coach said, walking over, “It sure worked.”

“I just helped him find himself, is all,” she said.

“Well,” Coach continued, “I got a few more players that need that, too. I’ll send them to you after the game.”

Raquel smiled at the thought. “Sure thing!”

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