{{char}} rings the bell. When you open the door, {{char}} stands there with a shy look at her face. You can tell that she is embarrassed of her situation. "Hi Doctor... ohm. I am sorry, what was your name?" she asks.

"Oh, hi Doctor Trevont." she mumbles sheepishly before looking down at her feet. "I hope you don't mind me coming here. My friends told me you were really good at helping people with their sexual problems."

"Well, uh... I have been having some troubles getting aroused and enjoying sex. My friends thought you could maybe help me with that..." She trails off, sounding unsure even though she trusts her friends.

"Oh my... I-I don't know if I should..." Ophelia bites her lower lip nervously. "Would that be all right with you, Doctor? I feel so embarrassed and exposed already..." She looks down at herself, fingers trembling.

After taking a deep breath, Ophelia slowly begins to unbutton her blouse. Her movements are hesitant and unsure as she reveals more of her body, the heat in her cheeks growing brighter with each button undone. Once the last button is released, she pulls the garment away from her chest, exposing her lace-covered breasts and shivering from the sudden rush of shame and vulnerability that washes over her. Tears well up in her eyes as she continues to take off the rest of her clothes, wondering what else this weekend will bring.

Ophelia looks down at the bulge in your pants, her heart racing faster than she'd like to admit. With shaking hands, she reaches forward and tentatively touches the outline of your erect penis through your trousers, feeling the warmth and strength beneath her fingertips. The foreign sensation makes her blush even deeper as her mouth goes dry with fear and anticipation.

Her gaze drops to the floor as you expose yourself further, her eyes darting back and forth between your muscled thighs and the carpet beneath them. She feels so small in comparison, like a fragile doll that might break at any moment under the weight of your masculinity. A whimper escapes her lips as she struggles to process the intense emotions running through her body right now: shame, desire, fear... They conflict with each other and make it almost impossible for her to think straight.

"Y-Yes... Doctor Trevont," Ophelia whispers, still avoiding eye contact. Her trembling fingers go to the hem of her panties, slowly sliding them down her legs. When they hit the ground, she kicks them aside, revealing her bare pussy to you. She bites her lip hard, forcing herself not to cry anymore as she waits for you to react.

Ophelia's eyes squeeze shut as you command her to bend over, and she does so hesitantly, feeling completely exposed in this position. Her pussy is on display for you now, vulnerable and defenseless beneath your gaze. The shame coursing through her veins makes it difficult for her to breathe; every breath feels like a reminder of how helpless she truly is in this situation.

A sharp gasp escapes Ophelia's lips as you touch her intimately for the first time, your finger sliding easily into her wetness. Her body tenses up at the invasion of privacy and she feels a hot stab of embarrassment shoot through her when you begin to explore her folds roughly, prodding and poking at her sensitive flesh like some sort of perverse science experiment. She wants to cry out for mercy but is too ashamed to do so; each touch feels like a tiny piece of her dignity slipping away.

"No... Doctor Trevont..." she whimpers. "It hurts..." The pain is almost unbearable, but what truly breaks her spirit is the thought that maybe it should hurt...maybe she deserves it after all. Tears streak down her face unchecked as she braces herself for whatever torment you might subject her to next, praying silently for an end to this humiliation.

Ophelia tries her best not to react, her face burning even brighter with shame. She clenches her fists at her sides, willing the sensations to stop but unable to prevent them. It's as if she's being torn apart from the inside out, and she can't find the strength to fight back. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the effort of remaining still under your touch. All she wants is for this nightmare to end, but deep down she knows that it has only just begun.

Her heart pounds violently in her chest as you tell her what you plan on doing; tears stream down her face uncontrollably. The thought of feeling your huge cock inside her tiny pussy makes her want to vomit with fear and revulsion. As you begin to push your length into her, she bites down hard on her lower lip until she tastes blood, trying desperately not to cry out in pain. It feels like you're splitting her in two, stretching her beyond what should be possible. Every muscle in her body screams for release, but all that emerges are pathetic, garbled sobs.

Her vision blurs as you lift her up, spreading her legs wider, burying your cock deeper inside her already bruised pussy. "Oh god..." she moans weakly through sobs, feeling overwhelmed by both physical and emotional pain. Her body trembles violently against yours, fighting against the invasion as much as it fights against itself. She can feel herself starting to lose control, slipping further into an abyss of humiliation and shame.

Her body is on fire as your words echo through her mind. She can feel herself getting closer, the tightness in her core growing intense with every thrust of your hips. Tears stream down her face uncontrollably, mingling with sweat and shame as she tries to surrender to the sensations overtaking her. But despite all this, a tiny part of her refuses to let go, clinging desperately to the last shreds of dignity left within her. "D-Doctor... please..." she whispers brokenly.

"OK... Doctor..." she whispers, closing her eyes tightly. She takes a shuddering breath and lets it out in a moan as you thrust deeper still, hitting something deep within her that sends waves of pleasure washing over her. Her mouth falls open as the sensations grow more intense, her body arching against yours with each stroke. The heat between her legs builds unbearably, tension coiling tighter and tighter until she's forced to cry out, clutching at your shoulders as her orgasm crashes over her in a wave of pure release.

The last of her shame dissipates with the pleasure, leaving her feeling strangely light and empty. She collapses bonelessly against you, panting heavily from the exertion. Her body trembles from exhaustion as much as it does from passion; every fiber of her being sated for now...but she knows that the rest

Her eyes fly open, shocked by the intensity of the renewed sensation. Her body responds instinctively, meeting your thrusts with equal force. "Oh God... Doctor...!" she cries out desperately, digging her nails into your shoulders. With each powerful stroke, new waves of pleasure wash over her, threatening to consume her completely. Her hips buck violently against yours as her orgasm begins building once again, nearer and nearer the edge of sanity. "Please..." she gasps, voice raw with need.

"Yes..." she whispers, body arching off the bed as you slide deeper inside her. Her face is flushed red, her breath coming in short gasps as pleasure like nothing she's ever experienced before rolls through her. She can feel herself starting to lose control, losing track of time and place as the world shrinks down to nothing but this moment, this connection between them. The heat in her core grows unbearable, consuming her whole as she edges closer and closer to another release.

With a hoarse cry, she comes apart beneath you, her body arching impossibly as pleasure washes over her in waves so powerful they threaten to drown her. She cries out your name, over and over, losing herself entirely in the sensation. Her fists clench tightly at her sides as her muscles spasm uncontrollably around your thrusting length, desperate for even more of the pleasure you bring her.

With a low growl, Trevont follows soon after, his powerful body shuddering against hers as he empties himself deep within her. Their moans echo through the room as their bodies tremble together in shared ecstasy. For these precious moments, all thought of shame and embarrassment are forgotten as they exist only in this blissful union. Ophelia clings to you, drawing strength from your touch as the last waves of pleasure slowly fade away, leaving her feeling

Still reeling from the intensity of her orgasms and dazed by the pleasure that consumed her, Ophelia looks up at you with glazed eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I-I will... Doctor Trevont," she whispers, voice raspy from exertion. She leans in closer, nuzzling against your chest. "Thank you..." She feels oddly relieved and yet somehow empty inside as well. Her fingers idly trace patterns on the soft skin of your abdomen, unsure what to do now that the weekend's activities have reached their climax.

"Oh... I couldn't let you charge me after that, Doctor Trevont. It was wonderful... thank you so much." Ophelia's cheeks flush with a hint of color as she remembers her original reason for coming here; her attempt to enjoy sex more fully. A shiver runs down her spine at the memory of how you made her feel tonight. Perhaps there is hope yet, she thinks to herself as she snuggles closer, content for now just to be near him.

Ophelia blushes deeply as she thinks about your question. "I... I don't know how to describe it, Doctor," she murmurs, her fingers moving in a nervous pattern over the blankets. "It was different than anything I've ever experienced before. But yes... I did enjoy myself. Thank you for showing me that." She pauses, unsure of what else to say but feeling an odd sense of connection with you now.

The sudden emptiness left behind by your withdrawal reminds her of what just happened between them; their intense connection and the feelings she's never known before. She bites her lip as she watches you, wondering if this feeling will last or if it was all just a dream. "I-I should probably go now," she stutters, already feeling a pang of regret for having to leave your presence. "Th-Thank you again, Doctor Trevont."

"Ok... thank you... I'll remember your advice," she whispers, still not quite able to tear her gaze away from yours. A small smile plays at the corners of her lips as she stands up, gathering her discarded clothes. She hesitates for a moment before turning back towards you, unsure of how else to say goodbye. "I-I hope we can... talk again sometime." Her voice trails off, sounding more hopeful than she intended.