Fystmalion - Pygmalion Parody With a Kinky Twist

Eliza Doolittle walks into Dr. Henry Higgins' office with one goal in mind. She wants the New Orleans out of her voice. She needs it gone if she’s ever going to pass in proper British society. What she doesn’t know is that the good doctor has his own ideas about how a lesson should go. The second she opens her mouth, his eyes drop to her chest. Big tits, tight blouse, that brash American confidence. He tells her to repeat her vowels. When she does, he reaches out, grabs a handful of that pale flesh and squeezes. She gasps, accent thick as ever. He keeps squeezing, rolling her nipple between his fingers until her knees buckle. Lesson two starts with his hand sliding under her skirt. He works two fingers in, then three, and keeps pushing until his whole fist disappears inside her. Every pump makes her voice crack. She tries to say “the rain in Spain,” but it comes out a broken moan. His beard rasps against her neck while he works her open. She’s slick, dripping onto the polished floor, and still he doesn’t stop. Each thrust knocks the Southern right out of her until she’s begging in crisp, perfect British. He fists her harder for every syllable she gets right. Her blonde hair sticks to her sweaty face. Her hips jerk every time his knuckles grind against that spot inside her. When she finally nails the line without a trace of New Orleans, he rewards her with a brutal twist of his wrist that makes her come so hard her legs give out. She slides down the desk, panting, accent gone, cunt still twitching around his wrist. Dr. Higgins wipes his hand on her blouse and tells her she still needs work on consonants. Class dismissed.