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Dr. Beatrice Kelly really loved her job. Her latest client was an adult man leaning back into her office couch. She was crouched between his legs, pants pulled down to his ankles. She was licking long and slow along his cock, sucking on his thick mushroom tip and massaging the shaft with her bare breasts. She pulled off long enough to remind him when he only continued groaning, “Don’t get distracted Daniel, the court ordered you to tell me all about the things that got you registered so we can fix you. Keep talking.”

His head lifted off the back of the couch, wincing in pleasure, “She was so fucking small. Such a sweet little girl. I didn’t know how old she was, just that she was definitely a child. When the wind blew her little uniform skirt up, I had to rape her.”

She gave him a hard suck, swirling her tongue around before pulling off, “The police said you lured her home from the bus stop.”

“Yeah. She was so fucking cute, so easy. I touched her all over the second I got her in my living room. Fingered her until she had her first little orgasm. Had never touched her sweet pussy before. I touched her body before she even got to explore it. She had such a hard time taking all my fingers, but I had to get her open…fuck…”

Dr. Kelly pressed her tongue into the tip of his dick, “I understand the videos you took are what got you convicted. I’m always telling my clients to be more careful. Well, it’s okay. I used some connections and was able to get those videos. We’re going to review them as part of your…rehabilitation.”

She stood, taking a moment to admire the thick, pulsing length that was just dripping in her throat. Walking a few steps away, she took the little remote off her desk to turn on a tv on the wall. Dr. Kelly returned to kneel between his legs once more as a video of him taking the clothes off a little girl playing.

“That’s it baby, take it off.”

He was throbbing even harder now that he could watch what he had done to his little victim all over again.

“Your cock is so hot,” she moaned, stroking it, “It must have felt so good to have fucked her for as long as you did.”

Daniel thrusted messily between her hands, his eyes never leaving the screen. The camera was from his point of view as he fucked the little girl raw. He could still remember the way it felt. Sitting up, he shoved the psychiatrist’s head all the way down his lap, fucking her up and down like a flesh light, “I had her for thirty-six hours and I used every single one of them with her. I wanted her to like it rough. I played with her clit until she was begging it to hurt.”

She couldn’t breathe but it didn’t matter. Beatrice let herself go limp, sucking whenever he pushed deep in her throat. Her eyes started to glaze over, already thinking about ways to overturn his conviction, how to get in contact with the little girl’s parents. How to arrange a proper session between little him and little Heather. How she’ll train her never to lie about being raped. How little girls can’t be raped if they cum. She’s helped so many men regain their innocence while taking the innocence of so many children. Had supervised the visitation of fathers to their little girls.

She had talked to anxious mothers in the waiting room, assuring them that all of their daughters were just making things up, that they were perfectly safe with the men living in their home. Then she would go home herself and wait for a phone call from one of her clients, rubbing her soaking wet pussy while listening to a man rape his little girl. All the sounds she made, screaming or begging, Beatrice remembers the way all the men in her family made her feel. How one time her whole family had come together for a funeral and passed her around in her uncles’ basement while their wives were out.

As she grew up, they always told her how much of a good job she was doing, protecting pedophiles and knowing her place as a woman. How even with a degree she still got on her knees and let child molesters cum all over her face, letting them rewatch their favorite child porn as long as they promise to make her copies. Copies that she sells for plenty of money that she puts into a trafficking ring. Her last client had heard about her reputation and booked an appointment so he could fuck her on her desk while he talked about ways, he could adopt a little Asian girl. He loved Japanese rape porn and the way all the women sounded like little girls when they begged it to stop. For a pretty penny she had come up with all the paperwork needed and personally brought his little rape toy to him. The girl sounded like a dream as he raped her right there on the living room floor.

“Please…no more…it hurts…it hurts…I don’t wanna cum anymore…”

“Fuck, fuck, you feel so fucking good. Make me hard, baby, you make me so fucking hard.”

She bobbed her head up and down, shuffling forward so her generous breast could pillow him with her saliva-soaked chest, slicking up and down. The thick cock was chafing, but it was nothing compared to the cotton stuffed feeling of her head from the lack of oxygen. It didn’t matter if she couldn’t breathe, as long as this pedophile’s cock was enjoying it.

His hips couldn’t stopped moving. Her little screams and cries had long since faded. Her child pussy was so messy from cumming on her rapist’s cock. She continued begging for their fun bouncy game, whining like a little whore. Just that morning she had sat sweetly and obediently at her desk in school. Now she was just another child porn star, learning how to move her hips against a man’s cock. Riding him up until the very point the police pulled him off her. But by then she was whimpering, begging for any of the men to fill her full again. Some of the officers had to adjust themselves at the sight before taking them in. Dr. Kelly also had clients in the police force. Those who had come to her, trying to come to terms with getting hard over the various videos they collected from their arrests.

One of her clients had bent her over her desk, fucking her raw, telling her how he had gone to a house to investigate a possible child abduction. He managed to see through an open window their suspect raping the little girl in a bedroom made to look like a kid’s room. He knew this man had no children. He had dragged the case as long as he could just to keep her in that man’s clutches. He would jerk himself off, thinking about how she’s still trapped in that house with him, how he could easily save her, but it was just too fucking sexy knowing her ass and pussy are getting bruised and battered every second they don’t find her.

Another of her favorites was a teen on probation. She spent her sessions with him letting her pussy get licked while she explained how he can take out all this pent-up teen aggression on his little sister. He would jackhammer her so good with so much energy every time they had an appointment. His parents thanked her afterwards. He had become so much less rebellious. Dr. Kelly remembers smiling at their sober faced daughter standing just a few feet away.

“I’m glad I could help.”

“Fuck, I’m cumming. God, she was so fucking tight for me. You have to make them let me see her.”

They never had to ask. Beatrice swallowed all of his cum, eyes unfocused, lips wet and messy. She couldn’t wait for the surrogate mother she hired to give her a child. She hadn’t wanted to ruin her perfect figure, so she hired someone else to give her a new toy for her clients.

Beatrice was thrown onto the couch, his thick cock suddenly slamming into her without warning. Between the rushing oxygen and the painful burn of the stretch between her legs, her orgasm shocked every nerve. She couldn’t stop whining and squirming.

“Keep your pussy tight baby, that’s it. Good girl.”