6 comments/ 101226 views/ 15 favorites Agent Hooters Visits the Doctor Ch. 01 By: spacer x NOTE: I've been a fan of George Tasker's pulpy, over-the-top styled stories. He's kindly given me permission to write a story set in one of his universes, using his Agent Hooter and Agent Slut characters. The gist of the below story came to me in a dream and I felt obliged to write it and flesh it out. But this quick two-parter isn't slowing me down from completing the Six Times a Day series. Thanks a lot, George! Thoughts are marked with italics. Thanks to DD, Dhin, and OmegaZone for proofreading. This is a very fantastical story and should have no relation to the treatment or behavior of women in real life. "Sorry, Hooters, that's unacceptable again." "But Chief, what do you want? How could I possibly dress any more like a whore?" "That's the problem. You went too far this time. You have to find the right balance. I'm afraid you need more remedial practice. Come here." Agent Hooters was in the Chief's office. For the past week he'd had her come to work at the intelligence agency dressed like a whore, claiming it was so she could perfect her disguises for when she went undercover. Her undercover assignments almost always had her play the role of a whore, and some male partner, usually fellow agent Jimbo Bond, would play the role of a john. Each day until today the Chief judged that she hadn't dressed sluttishly enough, and she had to make up for it by giving her boss a blow job, so that she, as he put it, "would be more convincing in her undercover slut role." Tired of blowing her boss every morning, she decided this time to dress as slutty as humanly possible, to finally get the Chief off of her case. So she came in wearing a black leather tank top that was more like a string bikini. The one thin strap of leather that wrapped around her upper torso was so insubstantial that the pink edge of her nipples could just be seen above the top, and her heavy tits hung out on the underside of the top as well. It was more like a thin band of leather covering her nipples, and nothing more. Her matching black leather miniskirt was even worse. It hung low on her hips and on the bottom side it didn't even hide her cunt lips if she bent her legs at all. The Chief had just spent most of his "outfit inspection" fingering those lips while she stood at attention. She complained, as she unzipped the Chief's pants, "But Chief. How can someone look too much like a whore?" "Because, Hooters, that outfit is simply unacceptable for undercover work. You wouldn't be able to walk fifty feet down a city street without getting gang raped. You obviously need a lot more practice in knowing the right thing to wear. Hopefully you can make up these deficiencies by further honing your admittedly excellent cocksucking skills. Let's see what you can do." She sighed, brushed her long blonde hair away from her face, and assumed her usual position between his legs. Her practiced lips got to work doing what they did best. The Chief sighed with contentment. Aaaah. Now this is a great way to start the morning. How many days in a row have I tricked Hooters into giving me a blow job? I've lost count. And later on I'm going to have to give Agent Slut a literal "dressing down" for her supposed poor performance lately. It's a good thing that Slut heard the expression "dressing down" but didn't know what it meant, heh-heh. The only problem is I'm not getting any younger and I just don't have the physical stamina to fully enjoy the ripe fruits of my two best agents. Agent Bond gets a fair share of tail as well, but that overweight slob is hardly deserving of these two perfect ten babes. With all the lonely men in the world, the woman is too good to keep ALL to myself. I really should spread the wealth. He thought about all the potential people he could call, men who might enjoy some "attention" from Agent Hooters. The name of an old college friend popped into his head. He picked up the phone. "Hello? Doctor Johnson? I have a special agent here who needs a yearly medical examination. Today is your lucky day." Beneath his desk, Agent Hooters slurped and sucked as she contemplated the embarrassment of having the wear her nearly non-existent outfit for the rest of the work day. Without a doubt, her fellow agents would poke fun at her, not to mention literally poke at her. Both males and females loved to play with her perfect body. She dearly regretted her choice of clothes and pondered what she could wear tomorrow that would finally satisfy the Chief. Meanwhile she listened as the Chief talked about some slutty agent who needed a medical check up. Hooters chuckled inside as she sympathized with the unfortunate woman the Chief was describing, never realizing the "ultimate, brain-dead slut" mentioned was herself. *** A week later Doctor Johnson sat in his office, worried to death about the imminent arrival of a Miss Hooters for her medical examination. He had been repeatedly assured by his friend, the Chief, that nothing could go wrong and that he would have the time of his life if he chose to take full sexual advantage of the "exam." But the doctor was almost ready to call it off. He was in his fifties, just like the Chief, and while he'd stayed in good shape, he suffered from a weak heart. He peeked out into the lobby for what seemed to be the thousandth time, and saw his receptionist there along with several patients. His receptionist, Rhoda, was a fuddy-duddy woman with a bee hive hairdo and owl shaped glasses. She was older than he was. He thought, Rhoda is NOT going to like this. And who knows what Debbie will think. That is, if anything happens at all. This "Hooters" woman might not even show up! Maybe the Chief was putting me on? Certainly that was a joke name, wasn't it? He looked at the clock again and chewed on a fingernail. Debbie was Doctor Johnson's only nurse. She was young and pretty, though not stunningly beautiful like Anna Nicole Smith, a.k.a., Agent Hooters. She also had blonde hair, but it was very short and spiky. The doctor was too embarrassed to tell her what he hoped might happen with Agent Hooters' examination. In fact, he himself didn't know what would happen, though he had many fantasies about the wildest possibilities in the past week. He only knew that Hooters was supposed to be drop-dead gorgeous and dumb as a brick. She would fall for any trick in the book, as all the males in the intelligence agency knew very well. Doctor Johnson was busy with another patient when Debbie brought him the good news: a Miss Hooters had finally arrived. He couldn't finish his work fast enough, and hurried over to his other examination room to see if this woman was half as gorgeous as the Chief had made her out to be. He walked into the room where she was sitting and Debbie wordlessly handed him a clipboard. Agent Hooters stood in front of him. The doctor nearly had a heart attack on the spot, because no words could do justice to just how mind-blowingly beautiful his new patient looked. Once his heart resumed beating, he thought to himself, Dear God! She looks EXACTLY like that actress. What's her name? I saw her in that Naked Gun movie. ... Anna Nicole Smith! That's it! Crap. She looks like a perfect double! I've never seen anything like it! I mean, I've seen some sexy people in the movies or on TV, but I have a real flesh and blood GODESS sitting right in front of me! His heart was beating; pounding actually, and his hands trembled so badly he nearly lost hold of the clipboard he'd been given. He managed to shut his gaping mouth, and walked further into the room, turning away from the bombshell momentarily so he could recover somewhat. Still standing facing the wall, he said, "H-h-hello, umm, Miss Hooters. G-g-g-good d-d-day." She replied cheerily, "Good day to you, Doctor... uh... um... I know this... Your name..." "Doctor Johnson," he answered. He turned to her and his eyes nearly bugged out again as he confirmed that, yes, she was really there and really real. He focused on her awe-inspiring tits. She wore a hot pink tank top that wasn't terribly larger than the leather strap of a top she'd worn for the Chief the week before. She was still trying to "perfect" her undercover whore outfit, and still wound up with the Chief's penis in her mouth every morning for getting some detail or another wrong. The tank top was made out of a nearly see-through mesh that fitted her so tightly one could see the exact outlines of her nipples even when they weren't hard. His eyes drifted up to her smiling face and he almost felt like he was literally blown back into the wall behind him, such was the power of her gaze. She wasn't in any particularly horny mood, but her standard facial expression was such a "come hither and fuck me" beckoning that he'd never seen the like in his life. Then he noticed her luscious red lips were moving, and saying words. "...Johnson? Doctor Johnson? Are you okay?" He eked out an "Um, yeah," as he continued to gobble her up with his eyes. His focus on her face didn't last long as his eyes naturally drifted back down to her protruding chest. His eyes briefly went further and glanced at her tight, blue miniskirt and her sleek, long legs. As if they didn't already show enough skin, the skirt had numerous slits cut in it as if some deranged individual had attached the thin, sleek fabric with a knife, except all the slits were near the bottom of the garment and pointed straight up and down. A couple of them were so close to her bush that he could actually see the edges of it clearly. The doctor had never seen the like. He momentarily pondered how anyone could walk the street in a skirt actually showing pussy hairs without being arrested before getting very far. His gaze was interrupted by Hooters' voice asking, "Doctor? Are you looking at my slits?" He looked up guiltily, but then realized with great relief she'd put an "S" at the end of "slit." She didn't mean THAT slit. Phew. That's just about the only thing on her whole body that I CAN'T see directly. At least not yet! She now looked to be the bashful and guilty one. "I didn't really want to wear that, but my boss made me. It's a long story. It's so unfair!" He muttered "That's quite alright," and was going to say more to assure her, but then his eyes returned to her tits and his capacity to continue rational thought nearly came to an end. Agent Hooters stood patiently. She was used to this type of reaction from most men, and a good percentage of women. She was lucky that she had such a sultry face or she never would have made eye contact with men at all. She was relieved that at least he wasn't openly drooling, like many of the men she ran into while shopping, running errands, and the like. The nurse Debbie still stood in the room as well. She coughed and said, "Doctor? Do you still need me for anything?" He turned with shock, as he'd forgotten her presence. Then he recovered and said, in a trembling voice, "No, Debbie, thanks. I'll, uh, take it from here." The door closed and he was left alone with the blonde bombshell secret agent (he knew that she was a secret agent of some sort since she worked for the Chief, but he wasn't supposed to let on that he knew). He waited until he recovered a bit more, and said, "Miss Hooters. Should I call you that? That's a rather, um, unusual name." Hooters laughed. "Yeah. I get a lot of comments about that. Especially because of these." She hefted her massive knockers with both hands and then let them go. They jiggled and bounced for what seemed like forever. The doctor's eyes bounced up and down like a dropped ping pong ball slowly coming to a stop. He rubbed his salt and pepper beard in contemplation and continued to gawk. He was like a kid in a candy store - there were so many perfect body parts to look at that he didn't know which one to ogle at next. He thought, God bless you, Chief! You've already made my day. My year! If she's as impressionable as you said, this is going to be the greatest day of my life! Where to begin? I can't imagine that I might actually be TOUCHING this body in a matter of minutes! Dear God! She desperately needs a thorough breast exam! Most thorough! He nearly spaced out fantasizing, but then he snapped back to his very pleasant reality and sat down. Then he realized he'd rudely left her still standing, and pointed at the examination chair just behind her. "Please sit down, Miss Titters." He didn't even realize he'd gotten her name wrong. Agent Hooters sat like any woman wearing a pair of pants, except she wasn't wearing pants. The doctor had been able to see her bush through the slits when she was standing - it hadn't registered in his mind that meant she wasn't wearing any panties. But there was no doubt about it now. The doctor stood staring at her exposed crotch so long that she finally noticed what he was seeing, blushed, and crossed her legs. Again, she apologized. "The Ch-, I mean, my boss, he won't even let me wear any underwear day or night until I perfect my uniform. Not even the G-string type I love so much. Isn't that mean? You should have seen the commotion when I rode on the bus last week." Doctor Johnson was so aroused he wondered if his penis would burst right through his under shorts AND pants. "I can imagine," he said as he nearly drooled, imagining the bus scene. Again, an uncomfortably long pause followed. Coughing, he finally looked at the clipboard as if reading her records (he was in no mental condition to actually read) and said as authoritatively as he could muster, "Yes. Now, Miss Slitters, UH!" He both groaned at his mispronunciation and a near climax in his pants. "No. Uh… Miss Hooters. Sorry." He coughed and started again. "Your boss told me that you need a complete medical examination. You must pass all aspects to remain in your current job position. I'm qualified to perform all necessary work, including OB/GYN. So, if all goes well, I'll be able to sign off on all the forms you need by the end of the day." He was sitting somewhat askew from where she was, so she swung around to face him. Her tits in their light hot pink covering swayed and bounced long after she stopped turning. He was afraid of making the slightest movement for fear that the rubbing of fabric against the tip of his penis could push him over the edge. She asked with a pinky in the corner of her mouth, "Excuse me, doctor, but what does OB/GYN mean?" He answered excitedly, "It means gynecological. You know, that means I get to play with your pussy." As soon as those words left his mouth he gasped, because that was what he was thinking but not what he was intending to say. He was so excited that he could barely think straight. But to his immense relief, she didn't seem to blink an eye at his faux pas. She just replied, "Oh." Encouraged, he continued in a deep baritone, "Perhaps it's better to say that I will be, uh, examining your pelvic region, including the general, uh, vaginal, uh, zone. I'm fully trained in that type of work." In fact he wasn't, but the Chief had suggested this ploy as an example of the kind of set up Agent Hooters would fall for. "Let's begin. Why don't you take off your clothes and put on one of our hospital gowns?" Agent Hooters remained unconcerned about his pussy comment (it seemed people were always discussing her private parts). She stood up and started to drop her shorts. But just as the top of her blonde bush came into view, she paused and said, "Doctor, do you have to watch?" The doctor realized he was more than watching - he was gaping in wonder, and in fact hadn't really stopped blatantly staring since entering the room. He tore his eyes away from her, feigning disinterest, and said, "Miss Hooters, I'll be examining you from head to toe, so there's no reason for modesty. I've seen thousands of naked women over the years." He added to himself, That's true, but I've never seen one that could even hold a candle to you. If my wife looked one tenth as hot as you do, I would be dead from fucking by now. She found that a reasonable explanation and continued to undress. She was so used to getting naked in front of people that this kind of thing was no big deal. In fact, over the years just about every (male) doctor she ever had insisted on watching her undress during her examinations. None had gone further, aside from the usual groping she constantly faced, as none of them realized just how far she would go. Doctor Johnson put his hand to his forehead and stroked his balding head. He couldn't believe the new sight before him. Agent Hooters' exposed tits stood out straight and firm, in seeming defiance of the laws of gravity. Her curvy hips drew the eye to her thick blonde bush and pink, juicy lips on view just below. He adjusted his bifocals nervously and counted to ten in his mind to calm his racing heart. "Now, let us begin your examination," he said excitedly as he drew close and reached for her tits. His weathered hands shook with excitement. She sat forward in her chair to give him better access but simultaneously complained, "What about my gown?" "Oh, yes," he recalled, as he groped her mammaries with both hands. "Later. Right now a gown would interfere with my probe of your tits!" He fondled them vigorously for a few seconds, but then some semblance of sense returned to his brain. It occurred to him that a doctor didn't normally say "tits" and didn't normally yank at a patient's nipples as if trying to pull them off. He stilled his hands (though he didn't let go) and said, "Uh, that is to say, I need to thoroughly examine your chest region for signs. I'm very concerned." "Concerned?" Hooters was now worried, and didn't seem to pay mind to the fact that he was once again groping her tits in a very excited and unprofessional manner. "Yes," he huffed as his tried to control his breathing. "Concerned. Based on the sheer size of your jugs, I mean your breasts, and given what your boss told me, I have suspicions you may be suffering from a very rare malady." "What did the Chief tell you? I like a good melody. I can't think of any song that would make me suffer." "No. Malady. That means disease. The Chief told me that you have an overactive sex drive. He said you could hardly tear your mouth away from his penis every morning." "That's so untrue!" Hooter pouted. "I've been trying for weeks to stop sucking his cock, but I never get it right. There's always some reason." She meant that she was trying to get her undercover outfit right so she wouldn't have to endure the Chief's blow job punishments, but the doctor misunderstood. Her words reinforced his impression that she simply couldn't resist giving her boss blow jobs. "You see? An irresistible desire to suck cock, uh, er, to, uh, perform fellatio upon the male sex organ, is one classic symptom of this disease." "What disease?" Hooters asked with rising concern. "Everyone always says how healthy I am. Especially my lungs. People are always telling me what a healthy set of lungs I have." "That's true. You certainly have the healthiest body I've ever had the pleasure of groping. Uh! I mean, examining. But I fear you have, uh..." he was fixated on twisting and gawking at her hardened nipples, and found the word "nipplitis" come out of his mouth. "Yes. That's it. You have nipplitis." "What's that? I've never heard of that." She moaned in involuntary delight as he continued to aggressively fondle her chest. "Nipplitis, is uh..." Doctor Johnson drew from some of his more outlandish fantasies he'd had for the past week since his conversation with the Chief. "It's, uh, basically, it's having too much female hormones in your body. Your sexuality is all in overdrive. That's why you have such huge tits, wide and shapely hips, and pouty, kissable lips. That's why you have such a high sex drive. Within reason, it's not a problem, and in fact it can be a very pleasant condition, if you enjoy sex. But if left untreated for years, you can become so sexual that you will in fact slowly go insane." Agent Hooters Visits the Doctor Ch. 01 "Insane? Oh no! Doctor, I've had big tits for years; ever since I was a teenager." (This was true, though a freak incident later in life caused them to grow to a remarkable size F. But that's another story.) "I think I may be in the advanced stages of this ... nipplitis. What do I do?" "Don't worry. This is only my hypothesis at the moment. We don't know for sure if you have it. We need to conduct more tests." His hands finally left her chest, but only because he wanted to explore the rest of her body. His fingers snaked their way down her stomach, pausing to poke into her belly button. One hand followed the contour of her hips and another reached behind her to explore the top of her butt. "What'll I do?" She didn't seem to mind the hands - again, she got felt up so often, especially in the last weeks at work by all her coworkers ever since the Chief had made her dress like a whore every day, that she didn't pay much mind to aggressive fondling. And now, with this disease idea, she wanted the doctor to examine her body as thoroughly as possible, so she didn't resist or complain whatsoever. The only problem was he was so close to cumming, and he didn't want to blow a wad in his pants while she was so willing. So, most reluctantly, he tested her knee reflexes for a few minutes while generally keeping his eyes closed. That didn't bring his erection to an end, but brought it back to manageable levels. Satisfied he could handle more stimulation, he returned his attention to her chest. He gave himself a thin excuse. "As you can tell from the name, it's especially important to examine the nipples." He couldn't resist, and threw his face into her cleavage. He buried his nose deep in her chest and luxuriated in her lovely feminine smell. Then he moved to a nipple and began to suck most enthusiastically. He grabbed her other nipple and pinched and twisted it. He even bit down lightly on the nipple in his mouth. That resulted in a very audible groan of pleasure from Agent Hooters. She asked naively, "Doctor? Is what you're doing thoroughly, um, medical? It reminds me of what people do to me when I'm having sex." He pulled away to answer. "You see? You have this fixation on sex. Everything reminds you of sex. Even someone sucking on your tit reminds you of sex. It's not healthy." He dove back into her chest, and used a free hand to grope at her ass. He was barely able to control himself and at least somewhat maintain the charade. But again, she was remarkably tolerant. "Oh, doctor! Oooh! Careful there. Those are really sensitive. Yes, I guess you're right. I'm having very horny feelings even as we speak. I must be a bad patient." Doctor Johnson was so excited by her words that he decided to throw caution to the wind and go for the gold. He regretfully pulled his head from her chest, and said, "Yes, uh... It appears your tits are all, uh, in order. But we need more testing. One good way to tell if your condition is serious is to examine your blow job technique. Would you mind doing that? I could, you know, volunteer a penis." He coughed nervously. "My penis, in fact, if you need one." His hands finally left her body (to his great disappointment, as one hand had just discovered her bush and the other had been exploring her butt crack). He positioned his hands on his belt buckle with great hope in his heart. "Well, of course I need one, silly. Bring it over here. How do I pass the blow job test?" Again, she gave blow jobs so regularly that she hardly blinked at his request. His "nipplitis" story would have been utterly absurd for just about anyone, but it was quite plausible in comparison to the many absurd stories her coworkers would regularly give her that usually led to blow jobs. Doctor Johnson could hardly believe his own boldness. Asking for a blow job was wildly out of character - he'd never even asked his religious wife to give him one. But he'd gone a bit crazy, much like an archeologist who stumbles across a large golden treasure and immediately jettisons all professional ethnics due to gold fever. He was even more amazed that this buxom beauty was actually going to follow his orders. He'd never fully believed what the Chief promised about this opportunity. Hooters was sitting high up in the examination chair. She dropped down to the ground so she could wrap her mouth around his very hard shaft. She got to work sucking while she waited for his answer on how to pass the "blow job test." He wasn't sure what to say, but finally responded, "I unfortunately can't tell you how to pass, as that would bias the results. Just do what comes naturally, and do your best." "Mmmm-ooo-kaaayyy...." she said in a muffled voice from within her penis-stuffed mouth. Her tongue was already exploring; she didn't waste time. Doctor Johnson stood in complete awe. He was rendered nearly insensible with amazement and pure joy. Within seconds his penis was enveloped by a very active, probing tongue. The additional sensation of her lips tightly grasping his shaft like a virginal vagina was nearly too much to take. Holy shit! It's true! Everything the Chief told me is completely true! This woman has got to be the most gullible blonde on the planet! Not only that, but she is more beautiful than anything in my wildest dreams! This is completely unreal! How am I so lucky to be on the receiving end of such an INCREDIBLE blow job? Hell, I imagine even a normal blow job would be fantastic, but I must be in the mouth of a real expert. Fuck! She is sucking my penis down into her stomach like her mouth is an industrial-sized Hoover vacuum cleaner! I don't know if my heart can take it. Who knows? I may even be able to fuck this woman before the day is out. No. I can't even dare to hope that. But maybe? Who knows? God yes! Suck it! Like that! YES! At first quietly he whispered "yes," more to himself than anything. Then his voice grew louder. And louder. "Yes!" Soon he was shouting, "YES!" She sucked and licked like there was no tomorrow. Her tongue seemed inhuman - it danced around inside her mouth like a lithe snake. Doctor Johnson had dutifully fucked his frumpy wife on a near daily basis for years, but he'd never experienced half the pleasure from any fucking as he had from this blow job, and he hadn't even cum yet. But to his horror, the door to the examination room opened. He turned his head around and saw his nurse Debbie standing there, horrified at what she was seeing. "Doctor! What are you..." was all she could say. To the doctor's greater horror, he found he could look past Debbie and see a number of patients waiting in the waiting room. They had a direct view into the room and were all staring at Agent Hooters bobbing on his crotch. The doctor and patient happened to be at an ideal angle for all the people in the waiting room to clearly see what they were doing. Luckily, Hooters had her eyes closed and she was too preoccupied giving her all for the blow job to notice that the door had opened. Doctor Johnson waved his arms wildly in an attempt to gesture the door closed and shouted, "Nurse! Please come in!" The interruption almost caused him to go soft, but no penis could remain soft long in the secret agent's mouth, so it had the pleasant effect of prolonging the experience instead. Debbie stepped in further and closed the door behind her. She was still puzzled and very disturbed by what she was seeing. Her doctor had been the epitome of professionalism until now. Despite the occasional leering glance her way, he seemed far too mannered and restrained to ever make any move one might consider sexual harassment. Yet here he was, engaging in what was clearly and blatantly a violation of his medical ethics. The doctor knew that his goose was cooked if Debbie wasn't dealt with properly. But he had no plan, and wasn't the type to resort to tricks like blackmail. He was basically a very moral person who had gone wild due to this once in a lifetime experience. He had a hard time thinking at all, given that a human vacuum cleaner continued to suck and lick his penis like her life depended on it. While Agent Hooters continued her close-eyed cocksucking, he looked at Debbie with a desperate pleading in his eyes. He put his hands together as if praying and tried his best visual begging gestures. Then he brought a finger to his lips and motioned for the nurse to at least stay silent. He continued to plead, though his face periodically broke into expressions of pure euphoria instead, when Hooters did something unexpectedly pleasurable with her tongue or lips. Debbie calmed down from her initial shock and just rolled her eyes in disgust at his unprofessional behavior and abject begging. But she remained silent. Finally, in a monotone, she asked him. "What did you want me for?" The doctor gave her a puzzled look, so she explained, "I thought I heard you calling, so I said, ‘Doctor, do you want me?' and you answered, ‘yes.' Though now I'm thinking you must have had something else on your mind." She rolled her eyes again. Given the continually mind-blowing cocksucking, the doctor responded surprisingly coherently. "Nurse, uh, I need to talk to you for a minute in private. About Miss Hoovers' condition. I meant, uh, Miss Hooters' condition. I worry that she's in a very dire state." The nurse looked down at the naked cocksucker and couldn't help but feel a pang of lust. This buxom blonde was going at it with such a passion that it seemed to be she was born to suck cock. But the nurse's arousal was overwhelmed by her exasperation and disappointment in the doctor. She replied, "Sure. I'll be outside. Let me know when you're, uh... finished up in here." She slammed the door as she left. The doctor couldn't hold out much longer from Agent Hooters' expert ministrations; in fact, it was a miracle he'd lasted this long. He gave up all resistance as soon as he heard the door close. His cum gushed into her mouth without warning, and he was delighted that she swallowed it all up. In fact, she seemed to eagerly devour his ropes, as if she lived only to consume loads of cum. When it was all over she sat back up on her chair, with her legs casually dangling from each side, which had an effect of opening her cunt and putting it on prominent display. But what turned the doctor on even more was the cum that dribbled out of the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin. She smiled at him with a face that had even more of a naughty, "come-fuck-me" look than usual. He thought to himself, That's MY cum! I can't believe this Anna Nicole Smith look-alike just guzzled down my cum as happy as you please! Wild! And the Chief says he gets this treatment every single day. I think, no, I know, I would be dead of a heart attack already if I got this kind of excitement that often. Crazy. She felt the cum dangling on her chin and swept it up into her mouth. She seemed to revel in swishing it around her mouth before the movement in her Adam's apple indicated she swallowed it all down. Then she asked, "How did I do, doctor? Am I infected?" He said in an ecstatic voice, "You did wonderfully! Thank you! And yes, you're very infected! I'll be back in a minute." For Agent Hooters these were very conflicting comments, so he left her in considerable confusion. She was puzzled why he appeared so ecstatic that she was infected. As he opened the door to go, she said, "Doctor, what about my hospital gown?" Her eyes opened wide because, with the door open again, she was now able to look out into the waiting room and see the people there looking back at her. There were some young children and their mother, an older couple, and a gangly teenaged boy. The boy's eyes popped out at the naked beauty, Roger Rabbit-style. Agent Hooters attempted to cover up her chest, but one arm across her tits didn't do enough to hide all of her ample and bouncy charms (the other arm reflexively went to cover her cunt). To the boy's even greater surprise, he saw her remove her arm from her tits while her hand explored the area around her mouth. She found another long white dribble and quickly scooped it into her mouth to get rid of it. She blushed profusely and the boy wondered if, incredibly, that was semen she'd just consumed. She refused to make eye contact with him, which allowed him to drink in her beauty without fear. The doctor stood there for a while, still trying to process her question about wanting a hospital gown. He remained in a state of shock from the blow job, and he couldn't understand the strange repeated raising of her eyebrows. He remained unaware that people were looking into the room. He finally answered, "Oh yes. The gown. Don't worry. I'll pick you up one in a minute." And he walked away, she frantically waved both arms up in the air. "The door! Doctor, the door!" He belatedly remembered the door that he'd just walked through. He walked back and closed it. He looked into the waiting room and saw virtually everyone there staring in stunned silence at the now closed door. The few people who hadn't originally been in a position to look into Agent Hooters' room had changed chairs so they were. He looked at the one teenaged boy sitting on the edge of his waiting room chair and thought, Now there's one happy kid. I'm glad I could make his day. I forgot to close the door, but maybe next time I'll keep it open on purpose, just to please him. I remember when I was his age. I would have murdered people for this kind of opportunity. He strolled on down the hall, happy as a clam, until he remembered the nurse Debbie. He went to look for her and found her sitting in his office on the edge of his desk. Thinking about her, he remembered his position and his morality. It all came flooding back, and he felt profoundly ashamed. He burst into his own office and threw himself at her feet. "Debbie, please! Forgive me! This patient is crazy! She started sucking me off at the drop of a hat! What could I do? How could I resist? I'm only human. Did you see the way she looked? How could I resist her? Please don't tell! Please! You know I'm not a bad man. What do you want? I'll give it to you!" Debbie was pleasantly surprised. She left him hanging with a long pause, and then answered, "No, you're not a bad man. I know you've been very loyal to your wife, so I'll let it go this one time. But I hope you'll take another look at that raise I asked for a couple of months ago. And I trust you won't do this with any other patients." "Oh, thank you, Debbie. Of course. Consider the raise a done deal. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back in there with her. Oh, and by the way, I told her she has a disease called ‘nipplitis' and the cure is lots of sex. Thanks so much!" His morals were already crumbling again as he imagined Hooters naked and waiting. He flew out the door. Debbie sat on his desk and pondered this new revelation. "Nipplitis?" I guess the doctor is a bit more horny and daring than I thought. Looks like he's going back in for a second helping, too. Who would have figured? Oh well, let him have his fun. He IS a good man, and I'm not about to blackmail the kindest and best employer I've ever had. ... "Nipplitis?" Ha! That woman in there must be the most brain dead slut the world has ever seen. And there's the way she dressed back when she actually bothered to wear clothes... Even her name Hooters. I can't say I blame the doctor at all. She's one hot piece of work! Doctor Johnson hurried back to the room containing Agent Hooters, but along the way he remembered her request for a hospital gown. He stopped by a supply closet to get one. He went through several gowns, trying to find one that could fit her very ample chest, but then the thought came to him, Why don't I see how far I can go? Let's give her a child-sized one and see if she falls for it. She doesn't seem the type to storm out if she doesn't believe my excuses, so what do I have to lose? The guilt he was feeling mere moments before when speaking with nurse Debbie was now completely gone, as his lust overrode all other emotions. He found Hooters waiting patiently, her legs still spread obscenely wide. He made a point to close the door this time. He gave her the gown, and she immediately complained, "Doctor Johnson, how am I supposed to put this on? I mean, can you imagine me fitting this little thing over my chest?" The doctor nearly drooled imaging the sight of her trying to wiggle the tiny gown over her tits, but outwardly he kept his cool and said, "I'm sorry, but we seem to be all out of gowns except for that one. Can you make do for a short while until I find something better? We've never had a patient as busty as you before, so it'll take a while for us to scramble." Agent Hooters grumbled, "Everyone's always saying that. It seems EVERYTHING I wear is far too tight." But she put it on. The doctor's penis was hard as diamond as he watched her struggle with it. The gown was so small that it didn't even come down to her bush. If she stayed still it covered both nipples, but as soon as she moved the fabric got caught up in her deep cleavage and left all of her tits but the cleavage completely uncovered. In the back, only the very top of her butt had any coverage at all. But, again, her history of being forced to wear scanty clothing wore down her urge to protest, and she was especially reluctant to complain to the dignified and concerned doctor who seemed to be going out of his way to conduct unorthodox tests to help diagnose her condition. The seemingly staid, bespectacled doctor was in fact a raging cauldron of hormones by now. For some reason, the sight of the woman repeatedly trying to cover up her privates and repeatedly failing turned him on even more than before. He looked at her and thought, With this disease excuse, I can do anything I want! It's like having a flesh and blood Barbie doll to play with, except this one is completely anatomically correct! Ha! As if to test this idea, he looked at her with a feigned concern and said, "Miss Hoov-, er, Hooters, mind if I check something for a minute?" "Go ahead." He stepped forward and inserted two fingers into the secret agent's cunt. He was pleased to see how lubricated she was - his fingers slid in as smooth as butter. The doctor had rather long and bony fingers and probed as deep as he could. He marveled that this was something he couldn't even do with his wife: her idea of sex was the missionary position with the man on top, and anything else was practically satanic. He'd read about the G-spot but never had a chance to put his knowledge about it - until now. His probing fingers quickly found it and he aggressively diddled with it. She cried out, "Doctor Johnson? What are you DOING?" He huffed, "This is an, um, important medicinal, er, medical, procedure. More testing." He reached up and groped at her tits. "Oh. Well, I don't know. It's making me feel really... OoooOOOOoooh! DOCTOR! That feels so good!" Sadly, despite all her sexual experience, no one had ever stimulated her G-spot. Doctor Johnson realized this from the surprised look on her face. As much as he enjoyed what he was doing, it wasn't enough. His only thought was fucking this beauty, immediately. His brain went into overdrive inventing an excuse. He explained, "Miss Hooters, based on your cocksuck-, um, your oral stimulation test earlier, I'm afraid that you do have the dreaded nipplitis. However, there is good news. There is a treatment. What you have is an overabundance of female hormones. The cure is to fill you with more male hormones, to balance it out." "So you have some kind of pill?" Her hips wiggled and her chest heaved as he continued to poke at her G-spot. "Not exactly. Your condition is too rare for there to be a pill. To be honest, in all my decades in medicine I have never seen another such case in the uh, er, flesh." He pulled his fingers out of her cunt so he could talk coherently. "After all, how many highly sexed, big-titted, gorgeous women are there these days? But luckily you can get the hormones straight from the source: any male. The substance commonly known as semen or cum is filled with the hormones you need. In fact, I'd guess the reason that your case hasn't developed into the debilitating phase is because you've managed to get enough cum on a near daily basis to stave off the worst effects. But apparently you haven't gotten enough to have the disease go into remission." Agent Hooters Visits the Doctor Ch. 01 "Oh, wow. Doctor, that's so amazing. And so scary! To think that I've been angry at the Chief and Jimbo for making me suck them off and even fuck them so incredibly often. ... Oh no! But what about Agent Slut? If I have it, she's bound to have it too! And doctor! I feel all creepy, with the disease crawling all over inside of me. What will I do?" "If I may be so bold, I suggest immediate treatment. One method is to find some cum and rub it deep into your skin. It's best to rub it into the face, chest, and or butt." One of his hands had never left her chest, and now he rubbed his palm all over her sweaty fleshy tits as if to illustrate how the cum should be rubbed in. "Or you can ingest it in the mouth or put it up your anus. But the best way is to get a deposit straight into your vagina. That's where the disease is most active, so you need to frequently coat the inner walls of your vagina with cum." He held his breath to see if she would buy this absurd story. He wiped his sweaty forehead, as he was perspiring with excitement and fear. She gratefully put her hand on his hand resting over her left tit, and gave it a friendly squeeze. "Doctor Johnson, thanks a million. I feel better already knowing a trustworthy man like you is on top of things." She looked at him in a funny way, and continued, "Forgive me, doctor; I don't know if I'm crossing some kind of line into sexual activity, but... Well... I was wondering, could I ask you to, uh, you know what you were saying about immediate treatment? Since I already sucked you off, do you think it would be too much if you fucked me? Like, right now?" The doctor thought, I just died and went to heaven. She's completely falling for it! ... She's even eager to fuck. What a fool! Calm. Don't overtax the heart. ... Count to ten. Once he had his emotions somewhat under control, he said to her, "Um, well, I think..." She hopped up and rushed to him. She grabbed his shoulders and asked in a much more pleading tone, "Please, doctor! Please! I feel so infected! It's so gross to have those nipplitis-oids or whatever they're called running all around inside me! Fuck me please? Just this one time?" The doctor could barely keep up his pretense - having HER beg HIM to fuck was almost too much for his weak heart. He tried to sound reluctant as he answered, "Okay, I suppose." But the tone of his voice was excited and at the same time his hands nearly tore his pants open. His six-inch penis sprang out. While he wasn't endowed with a particularly long member, he was proud of its considerable width. He hoped that he would be up for the task and adequately please his extraordinary patient. He had no doubt that she would rock his world. There was no point in having Agent Hooters take off her gown since it didn't impede access to any of her erogenous zones and he actually was more aroused seeing her so insufficiently dressed instead of completely naked. But the trouble was finding where in the room they could fuck. The floor was cold and hard. But then it occurred to the doctor that the examination chair could be brought down into a table position. He attacked the controls and frantically spun the knob that brought the chair down. Agent Hooters meanwhile playfully fondled his swinging penis. She knew that she may not have been the best secret agent, but she recalled that everyone back at the agency seemed to agree that she was great with penises. She had such a magical touch in knowing where and how to rub that the doctor worried he would blow his wad just before he could have a proper fuck. But luckily that didn't happen. She lay down with a happy smile and he covered her with his body. He could hardly wait a second, and plunged his penis deep into her soaking wet snatch. She immediately moaned and mewled with pleasure. The doctor thought, Talk about a woman who is born to be fucked. She loves it! Even though she looks like a porn star, there's no pressure on me to perform to some high standard because she's already in ecstasy just from having any ol' penis in her. She's trembling with delight! And I'm shaking too, just to get my hands back on all her ample but firm goodies. Shit, these tits are too much! But these thrusts deep inside are better! She's thrusting right back! ... My heart! Don't overdo it. I can't die now! They sawed back and forth. Agent Hooters was even a better fucker than a cocksucker. Doctor Johnson still couldn't get over her beauty - he touched one body part after another, thinking, She should be studied in medical school because every inch is the perfection of the human form! She's so soft, and yet so muscular! Her body seriously deserves a case study. Back in the day, the doctor's wife was quite a looker, and he still maintained an elderly handsomeness like an older Sean Connery, but Hooters was nearly inhuman in the way she oozed sex and beauty. She could put just about any Playboy Playmate to shame, both with looks and with pure fucking talent. Unfortunately, it was all too much for an older man like the doctor to handle. He barely lasted five minutes going in and out of her steamy box. But at least when he came, he really came. Below his thick penis hung a very large set of balls that contained a sizable amount of cum, looking to find a warm cunt. With a loud groan he trembled and quaked, and he filled her vagina with his creamy seed. She seemed quite pleased with his thrusting, and moaned and groaned in utter delight each and every time he dug into her. The fact was, despite her world class looks, there were few men in her life who could give the kind of quality fucking that she so richly deserved. Compared to the likes of Jimbo Bond, the doctor's fucking skills seemed pretty good. Just after it ended, she moaned in surprise, "Doctor! That was sooOOOooo nice! Can we do that again? … Oh dear. Is that the nipplitis in me talking? Oh no! I'm afraid it is! Please heal me, doc. I'm so worried. I need more male cum!" Doctor Johnson was far from worried. He lay collapsed upon her and remained there with closed eyes. He felt like he could stay that way forever. His only concerned thought was, I've set up this perfect situation. I can have blow jobs and fucks by the score before the day is over, if only my body is capable. But I'm an old man with a weak heart. I can't handle much more of this. If I can get it up twice more today, that'll be above and beyond the call. What a rotten shame. ... If I can't fuck her much, at least maybe I could get my rocks off by watching. Too bad I don't have someone here like the Chief to help. ... You know, it's a crazy thought, but what about the teenaged kid I saw out in the waiting room? He must still be there since I haven't gotten to see him or any other patient since this monster-titted hussy arrived. With him helping, we just might be able to keep Miss Hooters well fucked all morning long. My other patients can go to Hell! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity! Agent Hooters got up from underneath him and stood next to the table. She seemed to think he was passed out, which he very nearly was. To his surprise, she shouted at the door, "Nurse? Can I get some help here? Nurse?" Before the still-dazed doctor could react or speak to stop the nurse call, Debbie opened the door. She gasped. Not only was the patient standing in front of her, for all practical purposes naked and obviously glowing with that freshly fucked look, but her beloved and trusted doctor and boss was lying face down, naked as the day he was born. Debbie looked at his hairy butt with more than idle curiosity. She thought, HE fucked HER? Well, I'll be. Either she's even more of a slut than I realized or there's more sex drive and boldness in the doctor than I ever imagined. Probably some of both. He's actually more handsome without his clothes than I figured. Not a bad butt at all. But her gawking was interrupted. "Nurse? Is there a telephone I can use?" Agent Hooters looked at the nurse with great concern. Debbie looked at the patient and tried not to look down, but the glistening juices and the overwhelming smell of cunt made it difficult to think and maintain eye contact. In fact, there was no phone in the room or anywhere nearby, except for the one on the wall of the waiting room, and another where the receptionist sat. The doctor also had a phone in his office down the hall. Doctor Johnson sprang to life. He got up and walked toward Debbie, shocking her with his casual nudity. He said, "Debbie, let me handle this. Can you go tell Rhoda to take a ten-minute break? Please take her place out front for a while." Debbie couldn't figure out why the doctor wanted her to take Rhoda's office receptionist role, but she wasn't thinking clearly on the point. Her eyes were glued to the doctor's crotch. She was surprised at the size of his penis, even while flaccid. But her view of it was brief. She nodded dumbly and fled the room, too confused to attempt any understanding. The doctor turned back to his wonderful patient. "Miss Knockers - HOOTERS! Sorry. Miss Hooters." He suddenly began laughing, realizing how silly it was that "knockers" was wrong but "hooters" was correct. "I have bad news about the phone…" A couple of minutes later Debbie was surprised again, sitting in Rhoda's place, because Agent Hooters came out into the waiting room still dressed in her woefully inadequate child-sized hospital gown. Debbie couldn't figure out at first how Doctor Johnson could have forgotten the phone in his office, but then it slowly dawned on her that the doctor didn't forget. Again, she was amazed at what this mild-mannered doctor was capable of. The special agent tried her best to cover up as she stood in front of the waiting room crowd, but there were too many strategic spots to cover and not enough hands. The problem got much worse once she reached the phone. She had to use one hand to dial and another to hold the receiver, leaving her no hands to cover up her exposed ass, tits, or cunt. What was even worse was that the doctor explained that she shouldn't wipe up his cum or her juices now dripping down her thighs if she wanted to be cured of the nipplitis. So when she nervously rubbed her legs together, her wet thighs made lewd, sticky, slurpy noises. On top of it, the cum made her smell like a whorehouse. There were six people in the waiting room. All stared with mouths agape. The gangly teenager was blessed with a chair right next to the phone. He could smell the nearly naked woman's cunt as well as if he had his nose buried in it, and he could clearly see the folds of her cunt lips. His shorts tented dramatically and he clutched his groin, mortified that he might shoot off at any second. The two other adult males in the room had identical reactions and comically clutched at their groins too. There were two boys under the age of ten with their mother. The older one pointed and exclaimed in a loud voice, "Look Mommy! Why is that woman naked? And her chest is so swollen and bouncy! And … ewww! She smells funny." Agent Hooters blushed and tried to ignore the children. She stood with one hand ineffectually attempting to cover her tits and the other hand holding the phone. "Hello? Agent Slut? ... I'm so glad to reach you! Listen. I have a big problem. You do too. I'm at the doctor's office, and he says I have a nasty disease. From the symptoms he explained I'm almost positive you've got it too! ... Symptoms? You know, things like big tits and itchy cunts and penis-hungry mouths. The doctor says those are all signs of the disease, so I figure you're just as infected as me. ... I think you need to have the doctor check you out. Drop what you're doing and tell the Chief you just have to come here immediately! ... Okay? ... Good. I'll see you soon. Bye." Doctor Johnson had been peeking from over Debbie's shoulders at the receptionist's desk into the waiting room, mostly to see how her appearance in the impossibly small gown went over with the strangers there. But he could hardly believe his ears. Don't tell me there's ANOTHER woman like this one? Named "Agent Slut," no less? My heart! I can't take it! ... There's no way I can handle one woman like this, much less two. I really WILL have to recruit this kid sitting in the waiting room to help out. I don't know if even he and I combined will be able to handle it, but we've got to try. Agent Hooters walked back to the door where the doctor was standing. He motioned her inside, back to the room she'd been in before. Everyone in the waiting room, including Debbie sitting where the receptionist was, watched with a mixture of sadness and awe as the agent's incredible and firm naked ass wiggled and swayed across the room and then disappeared beyond the door. They knew they would probably never see another naked ass as perfect as that in their lives. With the door opened wide now, Doctor Johnson whispered to the pimply teenager on the other side of the waiting room, "Pssst!" The boy pointed at himself with a "Who? Me?" expression. When the doctor nodded yes, the shocked teenaged came over. The doctor was quite shaky and excitable, but the kid was even more so. The doctor said, "Let's see. I've had you here before. You're Thomas. Right?" Thomas had a deep blush before the doctor even started talking to him, but he blushed even more, expecting to be chastised. "Yeah. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to look at her like that..." The doctor interrupted. "Shut up, kid. Don't worry about it." He smiled a smile of benign generosity. "In fact, today is your lucky day." Agent Hooters Visits the Doctor Ch. 02 NOTE: I've been a fan of George Tasker's pulpy, over-the-top styled stories. He's kindly given me permission to write a story set in one of his universes, using his Agent Hooter and Agent Slut characters. The gist of the below story came to me in a dream and I felt obliged to write it and flesh it out. But this quick two-parter isn't slowing me down from completing the Six Times a Day series. Thanks a lot, George! Thoughts are marked with italics. Thanks to DD, Dhin, and OmegaZone for proofreading. This is a very fantastical story and should have no relation to the treatment or behavior of women in real life. The middle-aged Doctor Johnson sat in his office, talking with a teenaged patient named Thomas. Although Thomas had come in so the doctor could look at a fungal infection on his foot, that wasn't what the two of them were discussing. They were discussing the patient with the curious name of Agent Hooters. The doctor explained that not only did she look exactly like Anna Nicole Smith, but she was willing to engage in sex on the flimsiest of excuses. She'd been so sexually willing that she'd quickly wore the elder doctor out, so he was turning to the teenaged patient, Thomas, for help. The slightly nerdy and completely inexperienced teen could scarcely believe his luck and of course agreed to do his best to sexually satisfy their bosomy patient. The doctor was just finishing an explanation of everything that had happened so far in his office that morning to an extremely surprised Thomas when Debbie, the doctor's cute, spiky blonde-haired nurse, came in. "Doctor! You won't believe it. Today is your lucky day." The doctor smiled, glad that his nurse was at least tolerating his behavior. "Don't I know it?!" He winked at Thomas. "Can you believe this Miss Hooters? She's just about the most..." The nurse interrupted. "I know, I know. But I'm not talking about her. There's another woman in the waiting room who's practically her double! She must be the one Miss Hooters called a short time ago. The one she called Agent Slut." "'Agent Slut?'" The doctor stood up in a flash. He put his hand over his heart. "I DID hear that correctly when I overheard her call! Be still my beating heart. What a day! Debbie, is she as beautiful as Miss Hooters?" Debbie wasn't happy to be asked to judge another woman's beauty. In fact, she was extremely uncomfortable with just about everything that had happened from the moment this "Hooters" woman had walked into the doctor's office several hours earlier, but she'd been essentially bought off by the doctor with the promise of a quick raise. She said as grudgingly and derisively as she could, "I suppose if big tits, long blonde hair, tanned skin, and an overall 'fuck me now' bimbo look is your idea of beautiful, then she's very beautiful." But despite this tone, had Debbie been pressed she would have had to admit that this new patient, Miss Slut, was just about the most gorgeous woman she'd ever seen, equaled only by Miss Hooters. The nurse was more than a little bit jealous, as she'd always been proud of her C cup breasts, but no one paid the slightest attention to those if she stood near Miss Hooters or Slut. Doctor Johnson rubbed his hands together in glee and gave Thomas another wink. "You see, Thomas? TWO long haired blonde, bodacious babes? … Wow. I never thought I'd actually use the word bodacious in a sentence to refer to someone I actually know. You see why I need your help? Are you up for this?" Debbie spoke before Thomas could. "Her name is Slut, for crying out loud! What kind of woman has the name ‘Slut'?" She was indignant and frustrated. Doctor Johnson answered sensibly but with a sense of humor, "Why, I do believe a slut would have such a name. What do you think, Thomas?" Thomas was shy and nervous, but he couldn't help but smile. "I think you're right, sir." "Of course I'm right. And by the way that's some kind of code name because I happen to know she works for a very top secret intelligence agency not far from here. That's why we weren't told her first name and it isn't even on the medical records we were given. Always call her Miss Slut and not Agent Slut, and the same goes with Miss Hooters. Let me just take some more of my heart medication here because looking at this Miss Slut for the first time no doubt is going to be another severe test for this weak heart of mine. What a day so far, and apparently it's just begun. I can hardly wait!" Debbie rolled her eyes and put on her most contemptuous frown. *** Meanwhile, Trish Stratus, a.k.a. Agent Slut, stood in the doctor's waiting room, tapping her toes impatiently. She was dressed in a skin-tight black leather jumpsuit that she'd been using during a training exercise earlier in the day. Agent Hooters had called her and told her to come to the doctor's office right away, so she didn't have time to change into something more presentable. The jumpsuit was so tight that she had to keep the zipper down her front unzipped all the way to her belly button so her giant tits wouldn't get squeezed too tightly. The black all over drew all eyes to the one exposed area: her cavernous cleavage. It seemed that back at the secret agency, she and Agent Hooters always had the problem of being given outfits that were far too small for them. Funnily enough, Agent Hooters had the same problem at that very moment. She was dressed in a child-sized hospital gown that utterly failed to cover up any of her private parts. There was a little piece of pale blue fabric buried deep in her cleavage and then widening out to cover up some of her stomach before running out of fabric long before reaching the top of her blonde bush. A few spaghetti straps connected that to another piece of fabric that covered up most of her back but just failed to reach the top of her ass. Peeking out of her room, she spied Agent Slut out in the waiting room and rushed out to greet her. "Trish!" she said excitedly as she rushed across the room and gave her friend a big hug. Agent Slut hugged back, tentatively, but she looked past her friend and eyed the patients in the waiting room. "Hi, Miss Hooters. Please call me Miss Slut when we're in public, like right now. Remember that we don't want to use first names or the A word." She meant the word "Agent." She nervously looked around the room, very aware they were in a public place. The collision of Hooters' tremendous tits into her own remarkable rack strained her tight jumpsuit to the breaking point and caused her boobs to spill out and then rebound into Hooters' tits, resulting in a mammoth tit flesh earthquake as the collision continued to ripple. Slut eyed all the strangers staring at her and Hooters hugging (the strangers' eyes all bounced up and down in time to the four tits slowly returning to rest). There was an old and chubby man with his equally aged and frumpy wife. Two young children sat with a middle-aged soccer mom-type, and she held her children's hands. Another middle-aged woman, black and perhaps a bit younger than the other, sat with a very young daughter. A thirty-something nerdy type with a broken arm sat alone. A short man in his seventies if not eighties also sat alone. Almost without exception, their eyes stared in wide wonder and their mouths gaped open at the jiggly display before them. Agent Hooters was less fazed by the reactions because she'd seen those same reactions when she'd come into the waiting room in her same state of near nakedness to make a phone call just a short time earlier. Now, however, the strangers looked even more astonished. "Quick. Come into my room," Hooters suggested, uncomfortable with all the eyes going a few steps beyond merely mentally undressing her. She pulled on Slut's arm, and the two of them soon found themselves in Hooters' examination room. She said, "Thanks so much for coming, Trish. Believe me; you'll be glad you did. You and I were THIS CLOSE to losing our minds!" Hooters held two fingers very close together to illustrate the "THIS CLOSE" comment. "What are you talking about, Anna? You're babbling." "No. It's really serious. The good doctor, Doctor Johnson, he says I have a very rare disease called nipplitis, or nipplosis, or something. It means too much female hormone. Women who have it get big tits, wide hips, and an overactive sex drive. You'll GO INSANE if you don't treat it! Luckily though, the cure isn't bad at all: you need more male hormone to match up. It turns out semen is the perfect cure." Agent Slut was extremely skeptical. She wasn't necessarily any smarter or less gullible than Agent Hooters, but having the whole scenario explained bluntly was much different than the way Doctor Johnson slowly broke the idea to Hooters. Seeing Hooters tell it while dressed in a ridiculously undersized hospital gown with her tits hanging out in every direction didn't give Slut much faith in the doctor's trustworthiness. Slut asked in a voice almost dripping with sarcasm, "I suppose the ‘good doctor' helped you out by giving you some of his own semen to help you get all better?" Agent Hooters clapped her hands with glee, causing her twin orbs to shake and the gown helplessly trapped between them to rustle. "Oooh! What a good guess! How did you know?" Slut put her hand on her friend's shoulder. "Anna, I hate to break it to you, but I don't think there's a disease called nipplitis, or whatever it is. We've talked before about how we let guys walk all over us. I think this is another example." Agent Slut took a holier-than-thou attitude with Hooters, but in fact she'd just come from a "dressing down" back at intelligence agency headquarters. Thanks to her misunderstanding of that expression, she again found herself doing a striptease on top of table in front of a large crowd of both male and female agents. This tended to happen every time she made a mistake, or someone claimed she made a mistake. She was glad at least that she'd been called away before the obligatory spankings and blow jobs that always followed her striptease performances. Hooters frowned. "You think it's a scam? Noooo... Wait. You're just saying that because you haven't seen the doctor. He's very trustworthy. And doesn't it freak you out to think these nipploids could be running around everywhere inside you? Oooh! Gross!" Just then, Doctor Johnson came in. He tried to act casual as he looked at Agent Slut for the first time, but failed miserably. His eyes soaked in the lovely, skin-tight sight of Agent Slut's black jumpsuit. Naturally, his attention zoomed to the deep cleavage on display - Slut's front zipper was zipped so low that he could see more than a hint of nipple on each tit. He thought, Holy cow, those have to be at least Double D's! They're not as big as Agent Hooters', who has to wear an E if not an F bra size, but still. Wow! And that lovely tan and the tight black fabric; no way is she wearing a bra since I can see clear down to her cute little belly button. Hot. Scorching! He eventually worked his way up to her face. Holy fucking cow! What a sultry face! Nice long blonde hair, but she's got even more of a "come hither and fuck me" face than Hooters does. I didn't think that was humanly possible! Why, she just looks like a total ... slut. ... Hey! I get it. Hooters has huge hooters and so that's her name. This woman is sluttiness personified, and so that's HER name. The Chief is a genius, if he's the one handing out the names. I wonder if I'll be able to fuck this one, too. … Calm down, now, calm down. Don't even think about it when your heart is beating this fast. "HelloooOOOooo?" Agent Slut waved her hand in front of the doctor's face. She appeared irritated. "Oh. Yes. Sorry. Hello. My name is Doctor Johnson. Miss Whore, I presume?" He held out his hand to shake Slut's, but she looked at his sweating palm and didn't want to touch it. However, politeness took over and she briefly grasped it. Truth be told, the doctor was sweating all over; while his mind had somewhat adjusted to the presence of Agent Hooters at least, his body had not. Just one look in Hooters' general direction, and now Slut's, and his heart pounded like he just ran a marathon. "The name is Miss Slut," she answered, greatly annoyed at his mistake. "Oh. Right. Sorry. I'm really bad at names." She eyed the doctor in a way that made him nervous and almost afraid. Slut's act of reaching her hand out to shake caused both nipples to pop out of their skin-tight black leather prison, but unlike Hooters, she took the time to pop them back in. He stammered, "Um, um, I, uh, you don't want us to know your first name? Is that correct?" She turned to her friend and asked, "Is that what you told him, Anna?" "Yes, Trish. That's what the Chief said to do." The doctor almost cackled with joy on the inside as both of them used their first names while discussing if they should use their first names. Ha! Obviously this new one isn't exactly a rocket scientist either! Maybe they won't find me out after all. Trish opened up the conversation. "Miss Hooters has been telling me some pretty incredible things. Something about a disease called nipplitis? I find this very hard to believe. And look at her thighs! They're covered in cum. What's going on here?" The doctor gave the same explanation he gave Agent Hooters, which wasn't very convincing since he'd made the whole thing up on the spot earlier in the morning. He knew he'd need more support for the skeptical Slut, so he called in for reinforcements. He opened the door and shouted, "Debbie? Can you and Thomas come in here?" His nurse, Debbie, walked in, followed by Thomas. The shy teenager Thomas had come into the doctor's office as a patient, but now he wore medical smocks just like Debbie and Doctor Johnson. Thomas was somewhat gangly and pimply, but overall he was fairly handsome and athletic. Doctor Johnson, remembering how Agent Slut's nipples became exposed the last time he shook hands, motioned so that Slut had to shake hands with both Thomas and Debbie. Her nipples came out each time, and each time she covered them back up. Debbie again tried her best to act bored and even disgusted, but Thomas trembled all over and looked like he could faint dead away at any moment. The doctor said, "Debbie? Thomas? What do you think about Miss Slut here? Could she be ill?" Thomas, though shy and quick to blush on the outside, was actually quite brave once he put his mind to something. He spoke up, and said in a wavery voice, "Um, sir, I think she might have the nipples. Just like Agent Hooters. She has all the signs." Agent Slut reacted testily. She unzipped her zipper dramatically, causing her tits to spring completely free of the tight black outfit. She heaved her tits in both hands and said, "Of course I have nipples! Can't you see them? Doctor, what kind of idiot assistant do you have who doesn't even know that all women have nipples?" Thomas stammered, "No, miss. I meant the nipplitis. You know - the disease." His eyes remained wide because he noticed that Slut had unzipped her zipper all the way to the top of her dark bush. The outfit was so tight that she couldn't zip the zipper back up over the small, upper abdomen bulge below her belly button. Each attempt to pull it up caused her tits to bounce and heave in ways that made Thomas feel dizzy. Finally she gave up and stood with an arm attempting to cover her rack and mostly failing. Debbie chimed in, though in the most bored and reluctant voice she could conjure. "Yes, doctor. I have to agree." She looked like she wanted to escape this silly charade, but duty kept her standing there and saying what the doctor wanted. She at least found it fascinating to look at the two patients with movie star looks, and their slutty antics were always amusing. Agent Hooters was looking at Thomas strangely, and suddenly asked, "Wait a minute. Don't I know you from somewhere?" "Who? Me?" He shook like a leaf, but kept his head. "You probably saw me wandering around the office. Preparing things." He didn't want her to remember that he'd been a gawking patient dressed in street clothes and sitting in the waiting room not fifteen minutes ago. "Yeah. That must be it," Hooters concluded. She sat back and a look of general disinterest returned to her face. She stared at her fingernails on one hand as if examining them for imperfections. The doctor said to Agent Slut, "As you can see, these two agree with my tentative hypothesis. I'm almost positive you have nipplitis. Either Hooters infected you, or you infected her." Making a daring guess based on their sluttish behavior, he asked, "Have you two ever, ummm, engaged in lovemaking acts with each other?" Agents Slut and Hooters looked up at each other and blushed. The red spread all the way down their necks. Hooters grumbled, "Yes, but it's not fair! I can't tell you the number of times Trish and I have been sent on missions together with only one sleeping bag. And there was that one time Jimbo got a hotel room with only one single bed for the three of us. What a jerk!" (She forgot that she wasn't supposed to mention intelligence terms like "missions" and also forgot the doctor wouldn't know who Jimbo was.) But Agent Slut found the idea of such transmission plausible and for the first time she wondered if she might have really been infected by her friend. She thought, How could the doctor have known the stuff she and I have done? The male and female nurses respectively don't look like the types to lie. The doctor looks extremely respectable. His trimmed salt and pepper beard reminds me of that actor in that submarine movie. "The Hunt for Red November" or something. Actually, he's pretty handsome for an old geezer. He's got to be at least fifty. Pushing sixty, probably. Plus, he uses big words like "hypothesis." I have no idea what it means, but it sounds pretty medical. But still... This sounds pretty fishy. I mean, the doctor is getting free blow jobs out of it. I dunno… She frowned, and the doctor picked up on her continued doubts right away (luckily, her tell tale frown coincided with one of the doctor's very rare glances up from her cleavage). He said expansively, "Don't worry. You must be wondering who's going to administer the treatment today. I'm too old for that kind of thing. Happily, we happen to have my new male nurse, Thomas, who will be providing you with all the, uh, erm, curative fluid you'll need. Think you can handle that, kid?" Thomas gulped and blushed. But he eked out, "I think so. Sir." Agent Slut laughed on the inside. THAT kid? Why, he's harmless as a pussy cat. If all I have to worry about is this guy, then what's the problem? I suppose I can humor Anna just this once. Agent Hooters looked at her friend with a near pleading in her eyes. "Trish? The nipploidians? Don't you want to get rid of them?" Agent Slut bobbed her head back and forth indecisively as if uncertain to nod yes or no, then finally gave in. She still strongly doubted the nipplitis idea, but found herself saying, "I suppose..." Doctor Johnson was so happy he pumped his fist into the air. Luckily Agents Slut and Hooters were looking at each other and didn't see. Debbie did and suppressed a snicker. The doctor thought, He turned to Thomas. "Are you ready, son? Care to defeat the nipploids in Miss Slut? I think to be on the safe side, we should start with a blow job." "Blow job?" Thomas, Debbie, and Agent Slut all said this at once, in shocked tones. "That's right," the doctor said confidently. He knew the best way to carry this off was to sound decisive and convincing, even if the lingo was a bit crude. Agent Slut looked over at Hooters, who looked back hopefully. Slut sighed with resignation. Agent Hooters Visits the Doctor Ch. 02 Debbie saw the look between the two of them and muttered, "I'm out of here." She said out loud to the doctor, "I should go look on the other patients. You do remember your other patients, don't you? The ones waiting on you at this very moment?" Doctor Johnson sighed, reminded of his real world responsibilities. "Just a minute. Let me make sure Thomas can handle this. Thomas, why don't you get started so I can make sure everything is in order before I go?" The nervous boy looked around at the four faces staring at him. To say that he was facing performance anxiety was an understatement. He was handsome enough, but due to his slightly pimply face and shy nature, he'd never done more than kiss girls and make a few boob gropes while necking. But on the other hand, Agents Hooters and Slut were so mind-bogglingly sexy that he was easily more aroused and erect than he'd ever been. Agent Hooters had her legs spread wide open and her gown did nothing to hide the lips between her legs. She had a wild tossed-hair look that accurately conveyed how aroused she looked. But Slut was a different matter. She looked like she could barely tolerate the whole scene, and unfortunately she was the one he had to interact with now. Agent Slut took pity on this obviously innocent kid. She said, "Maybe you could use some inspiration," and unzipped the rest of her jumpsuit. The front zipper was already pulled down to the top of her bush, but it kept going down until reached the bottom of her bush and exposed her cunt lips to everyone. There was a chorus of oohs and aahs from everyone but Agent Hooters. Agent Slut eyed Debbie the nurse with distain and wondered why she was still standing and watching with the others (in fact, Debbie, who had never been with another woman before, was finding herself increasingly aroused by these two buxom beauties). Despite all the attention, Agent Slut casually stepped out of her jumpsuit and threw it aside. She turned to the doctor. "Do you have some kind of gown? Presumably larger than the one Anna is wearing?" Doctor Johnson nodded at Debbie. "Nurse, can you go find something?" As soon as the others looked away, he held two fingers nearly together to indicate that whatever the nurse found, it should be really small. Agent Slut noted that Thomas' eyes now appeared on the verge of popping out of their sockets and he was practically on the verge of hyperventilation. But he wasn't moving. So she reached forward and unzipped his zipper. She was pleasantly surprised to see a seven or eight inch penis spring out. It was quite wide as well. Before Thomas could react to that surprise, Agent Slut took his shaft in her mouth. Like Agent Hooters, she didn't terribly mind cocksucking, as pleasing penises seemed to be a large part of her secret agent duties. She was rather delighted at how painfully shy this kid was acting; that, at least, was an amusing novelty. "OH GOOD LORD!" Thomas cried out. "FUCK! Doctor, uh…" "Johnson," the doctor reminded him. "Yeah! Doctor Johnson! She's sucking my dick! Holy fucking cow! And it feels so good!" Sure enough, Agent Slut was now on her knees, her whole body sliding forward and back while Thomas and his penis remained still as a statue, no doubt from the shock. But she took the penis out of her mouth to say in an irritated voice, "Doctor, nurse, I think we're good here. Is there any reason why you have to stand there and stare?" She cast an evil eye at Debbie, who appeared to be gazing dreamily while idly rubbing her chest. Debbie suddenly snapped out of her trance, coughed to cover her embarrassment, and made her way to the door. She muttered, "I'll go get the gown for the slut. I mean, for Miss Slut." Doctor Johnson also snapped out of his intense gawking. He surveyed the room, though his eyes didn't get much farther than Agent Hooters, sitting nearly naked next to her completely naked cocksucking friend. "Um, Thomas, you good? If you need me for any reason, just, uh…" The doctor's mind fogged over with lust as his focus returned to Slut's face and he lost himself in staring at the blowjob. "Yeah, I'm good. Great!" Thomas closed his eyes. He clenched his hands into fists as if he was hanging on for dear life on an intense roller coaster ride. Agent Slut continued her sucking, and the sensations her lips and tongue made were so intense that Thomas's vision grew bleary. She gave it her all. She lightly fondled his balls but Thomas moaned so intently from that that she stopped it for fear that he would collapse. Debbie managed to drag Doctor Johnson out the door and close it behind them before the doctor started to actually drool. They were in for a big surprise, because this examination room opened into a hallway, but there was no door on the other side of the hallway where the waiting room stood. Everyone in the waiting room stared at the doctor and nurse as if they were staring at a space alien come to Earth. Debbie had more of her wits about her, and realized that the other patients must have overheard Thomas shouting things like, "FUCK!" and "She's sucking my dick!" The walls in the building were far from sound-proofed. If they had particularly good hearing, they might also have heard Hooters exclaimed, "Trish, when do I get my shot at that juicy fuck stick?" Debbie held her hands out in a calming gesture. "Don't worry, everyone. Nothing to see here. Just an, uh, unusual procedure. Isn't that right, doctor?" The doctor stood in a daze. "What? … Oh. Yes. … Unusual procedure." He was so flustered that he fled down the hallway to take some more of his heart medication. The nurse gave a big, fake smile to assure everyone in the waiting room, and then hurried after him. *** Back in the examination room, Thomas was having the sexual experience of his life. He continued to stand still while Miss Slut repeatedly threw her whole body back and forth over his penis while her tongue slid all around it. He figured that if looking down at the head repeatedly flying into his groin wasn't visually exciting enough, looking over at Miss Hooters was even better. She was clearly getting more excited, and her outrageously large tits heaved with anticipation. Hooters' size F tits made Slut with her impressive double D's look practically flat-chested in comparison. Hooters was too horny to just sit and watch. After a couple of fidgety minutes, she asked Thomas, "Is there room for two there? Mind if I help suck?" Thomas somehow managed a nod, and Hooters' tongue began sharing his penis with Slut's. Sadly, the double attack was all too much for the kid and he gave up a load in only a few minutes, before Hooters could really get fully into it. Agent Slut pulled back, somewhat disappointed at his haste. Hooters, concerned for her friend's health, got out of the way so Slut could take in all the "healing" cum. Most of his load hit Slut square in the mouth, and she dutifully swallowed down as much as she could, as the doctor recommended. Thomas was still in a daze. He finally moved, staggering back a couple of steps. "Wow, Miss Slut. Thank you. Miss Hooters, ma'am. Thank you too. That was so nice! So nice!" Slut was somewhat intrigued by the kid - it wasn't every day she sucked the cock of one so wide eyed, naïve, and wholesome looking. "So. Thomas. Was that your first time?" He blushed. "Yes, ma'am. I'm a virgin." He hung his head in shame. Some of his cum had missed and wound up dribbling down Slut's chin or falling onto her chest. She began to wipe it up when Agent Hooters spoke up. "No, Trish. That's part of the treatment. You have to keep it there, or get some guy to rub it into your skin. That's why I've kept my thighs all slicked up." These words greatly excited Thomas. His arousal took off as he realized Slut was actually going to keep his cum right where it hung, on her chin and tits. Then he imagined the two of them completely drenched from head to toe in cum, and got even more excited. Agent Hooters pointed excitedly. "Look, Trish! With a rebound like that, he won't be a virgin for long!" Hooters nudged her friend aside and grabbed a hold of Thomas' penis. "Wow. Not only is he hard again, he never even really got soft. He's at his sexual peak. What a great age, don't you think, Trish? Hey Thomas? Can you help me get rid of my nipplitisonians too?" She said this with such a sexy and coy voice that Thomas thought he would melt. Then she held her mouth wide open expectantly, like a baby bird waiting for a mother bird to feed it food. He gulped and nodded, because he was too stunned to speak. He thought, It's incredible enough that this kind Miss Slut wanted my help in … that way. But this woman too? And I thought it was cool when Becky let me fumble at her bra in the car after the game. This Miss Hooters is mostly made out of tit! And she wants to suck my… Oh my God! His nod was all Agent Hooters needed. She began sucking just as intently as Agent Slut had. Thomas's penis was sensitive as all get out, but he certainly wasn't going to ask her to stop. Agent Slut sat back and pretended not to watch. She pretended not to care, but found herself surprisingly jealous. Just my luck. I get him when he's all excitable, and now Anna is going to enjoy a much longer blow. I do all the work and she gets all the cum. Dammit! Since Anna butted in on my blow job, I'm going to butt in and join hers! But she was too late. Thomas' youthful voice cracked as he asked, "Miss Hooters? Ma'am? Can I make love to your chest? And then cum all over your face?" *** Doctor Johnson was very distraught. He treated a young boy's sprained ankle while the boy's mother sat in the room and lectured him about the "grossly inappropriate behavior of this wild and wanton patient you have running around naked." But that kind of talk was only getting him more aroused. Mentally aroused, that is - his penis was still down for the count. He rued that he wasn't eighteen any more, but he nonetheless desperately wanted to get back to where Thomas was, and at least see what was happening. But he had his professional ethics and other patients to see first. He didn't get away for another half an hour (he had his receptionist call all his remaining patients and cancel the appointments of anyone she could reach at such a last minute). He finally had some free minutes to peek in to see how Thomas was doing. Just one look took care of his inability to get hard. Agent Hooters was lying naked on the examination table and Thomas was sitting on top of her. His penis was deep inside her cleavage, and he was thrusting merrily away. He seemed much less nervous now, and was happily thrusting away. He even threw up his arms and let out a whoop, like a cowboy exalting in riding a wild stallion for the first time. Agent Slut meanwhile stood to the side with arms folded and a cross look on her face. She couldn't see how she could meaningfully join in the tit fuck, and she was jealous of Hooters' larger tits. Thomas was facing the door so he looked right at the doctor and said, "Doctor Johnson! Good to see you, sir! Man, I can't thank you enough for hiring me today. Sir. Wow!" Doctor Johnson was surprised at Thomas' change in attitude. The shy boy was almost totally gone and his face was glowing with pure joy. "Thomas? What are you doing?" "Oh. I'm giving Miss Hooters here another tit fuck. Isn't it great?" "Another?" the doctor said with great surprise. "Yeah. I came all over her tits a few minutes ago, and I loved it so much I wanna do it all over again! … And then they gave me a blow job together before that." "Wait. You had a dual blow job? You're telling me that the first blow job of your life was a dual blow job by this incredible duo? Pardon my French, but that's fucking amazing!" Thomas let out an ecstatic laugh. "I know! Isn't it great? Sir? … Oh, by the way doctor, you should probably close the door." The doctor was still absorbing all this information. "Wait a minute. You're working on your SECOND tit fuck already? Miss Boobers, is this true?" But he looked closer and realized it was true by noticing just how much cum was spilled all over Hooters' chest. By comparison, Slut only had a little bit of cum dribble on her chin and a few gobs on her tits. He wondered if Hooters getting the lion's share of the cum was why Slut looked so cross. Agent Slut muttered underneath her breath, "Her name is Miss Hooters, you ancient idiot." Then the doctor digested Thomas' comment about the door and turned around in surprise. Again, everyone in the waiting room was staring into their room. They all could see the boy riding the curvy tit-woman quite clearly. A couple of the men had even stood up and walked across the room the get a better view. Doctor Johnson closed the door. He could hear the sound of a lot of complaining voices as he did so. He guessed the males were upset that he closed the door while the females were upset he let it open. He consoled himself that at least the woman with her two small boys had already left so he wasn't corrupting young minors any more. Or, he wasn't much: the black woman with a very young daughter was unfortunately still there, and looking quite irate. He turned back to Thomas. "You just came again? For a third time? And you're still going?" Agent Slut complained, "Isn't it annoying? All he wants to do is fuck her tits and occasionally change it up by fucking her mouth. Meanwhile, I'm standing here like some kind of potted plant. He was a minuteman with me." She was practically steaming with jealousy. The doctor said reassuringly, "Don't worry, Miss Slit." He made an honest mistake with the name because he happened to be staring at her gash as he said it. He noticed that it was open and wet, even though Thomas had obviously not yet fucked it or even touched it. That led to a surprise realization and he said with surprise, "So wait. He hasn't fucked either of you two yet?" Thomas suddenly froze. There was a big pause. Then he asked the doctor, "Fucked? Did you say fucked? You mean, I can fuck them, too?!?" "Well, of course," the doctor said as if that was a given. "That's your most important job. They need to be cured in the pussy more than any other place. Deposit as much cum in both of their vaginas as you possibly can." Thomas looked down. Agent Hooters' tits were so big that his penis couldn't reach her mouth during a tit fuck, but she took advantage of the lack of movement to lean forward and greedily lick the cum at the tip of his penis. He enjoyed that enormously, but longed for a fuck even more. He said, "Um, excuse me, ma'am. Miss Hooters? Would you mind if I, uh…" Suddenly Slut strode over to him and grabbed his arm. "Now, wait one cotton-picking minute. If you do something, it's my turn. Do you think I'm chopped liver over here?" He stammered, shy again, "I'm sorry, Miss. But you're kind of intimidating." Slut grabbed his penis with both hands and tempted him by stroking. "Oh. Sorry. I think I'm just needing a solid fuck to put me in a good mood. Looks like you have the equipment to help." She gave Thomas a sultry look that not even Hooters could match in intensity, and his knees nearly buckled and sent him sprawling. He was drowning in sweat. It looked like Hooters was going to object to potentially losing Thomas to her friend, but the doctor spoke up. "Don't worry Miss Hooters, I'd be delighted to fuck you a second time." "Oh. Okay." She knew fucking the doctor wouldn't be nearly as much fun as taking the teenager's virginity, but Trish did seem quite testy and in need of a really good fuck. Less than a minute later, Thomas found himself lying on top of Agent Slut on the examination table while a standing Doctor Johnson had Agent Hooters bent over the counter so he could do her doggy-style. The table was the only place to lie in unless one wanted to endure the cold, tiled floor. Both women were on the pill so no one bothered with a condom. Thomas had never fucked a woman before, and normally would have been nearly insensible with nervousness. He could hardly imagine having the gumption to walk up and talk to the likes of Miss Slut, much less fuck her. But everything around him was so arousing, and Slut was so obviously eager, wet, and easy, that he felt his nervousness melt away. He looked over at Doctor Johnson. The doctor was already pumping away, but he looked back and gave a wide smile and an enthusiastic thumbs up to his new assistant. Thomas pressed down and found his penis sliding into Slut's vagina like a hot knife cutting through a soft bar of butter. He thought, This is fucking incredible! Then, as he began pushing in and out, he thought, Holy shit. Incredible so totally doesn't begin to describe this. We're way beyond words here! No one will ever believe it. I'll have to somehow get a photo of Miss Slut because in a week I don't know if even I will believe this! Fuck! Waaaa… Wow! He held on and rode her like a wild horse that was seeking to throw him off. She responded with loud exclamations like, "Hard! Fuck me HARD! Hurry! Fill me up!" Doctor Johnson was doing the same to a bent-over Hooters a few feet away. His woman was more incoherent; her cries of passion rarely formed words, but her shrieks of tortured joy were priceless, and said it all. After a few minutes of this insistent double pounding, there was a knock on the door. It was Debbie. Everyone was too busy fucking and moaning to notice, so she let herself in. She just stood and stared at the pair of fucks for over a minute. Then Doctor Johnson turned his head a bit and grunted, "Nurse? … Ugh! … What … uh … argh! … Uh … What are … you … Mmphf!" She rolled her eyes. "You're probably trying to ask what am I doing here? I brought a gown for Miss Slut. Remember that request?" She kept a level voice, but it would be impossible to deny that she was getting extremely aroused. It was obvious Slut was beyond the need for clothing and Debbie only brought something in so she could watch the action. She thought, It seems that everyone is getting thoroughly fucked, and I'm forced to just stand by and watch like a bit actor in a play. This sucks. And probably all because I don't have tits four times the size of my brain, like these hussies. Agent Slut turned her head around enough to look at the nurse and check out the gown. "That?" she exclaimed between passionate moans as she incredulously pointed at the garment she was theoretically supposed to wear. "That?!?" Debbie shrugged sheepishly. "It was all I could find. We're doing the laundry at the moment." She held up a towel instead of a gown, and it wasn't a big towel either. It was comically small and more like a hand towel than anything. In actual fact, there were many gowns and even large towels to be had, but Debbie's arousal was growing and she found the idea of keeping the two bombshells naked quite appealing. She'd even gone so far as to hide a stack of the larger towels visible in the hallway. But Debbie did have her professionalism. After watching the two pairs thrust in and out a bit longer, she complained to everyone, "By the way, can you all please keep it down a bit more? Miss Slut, when you shouted 'Stuff my cunt!' at the top of your lungs a few seconds ago, I'm afraid you frightened the other patients in the waiting room." "SORRY!" Slut shouted. Then, somehow thinking a bit, she said much quieter, "Sorry." Speaking more in Thomas' direction, she whispered in a polite tone, "Stuff my cunt, please." Debbie raised her hands in exasperation and then let them drop. She watched the fucking some more until she grew frustrated - frustrated at how horny she was becoming without any way to get relief. She walked back to the waiting room to quell the crowd and hopefully discourage any malpractice lawsuits. Agent Hooters Visits the Doctor Ch. 02 *** Doctor Johnson and Thomas came at roughly the same time. The women underneath them also climaxed with them, so four people hit seventh heaven all at once. The resulting screams were enough to empty out much of the remainder of the waiting room crowd. Thomas was amazed at how Slut's contractions caused her cunt to grip his dick even tighter and make him feel even better (if such a thing was possible) while squeezing yet more cum out of him. The doctor was equally amazed at how much more intense this fuck was than any he'd ever had with his wife. The post-coital bliss didn't last long. A black woman, the one with a young daughter, burst into the examination room to complain before she left. She made a quick survey of the room and saw all four fuckers sprawled out in various states of undress and exhaustion. She yelled, "DOCTOR JOHNSON! JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? I NEVER!" Doctor Johnson was too blissed out to care much, although he knew this could be a potentially career destroying situation. He resisted the temptation to make fun of her "I never!" comment and tried his best to look serious. It was a hard act to pull off, considering that he was now sitting on the cold floor next to Hooters, one of his hands literally lost in the depths of her cleavage (her arms deliberately pressed on both sides to make her cleavage even tighter and deeper than usual) and his other hand sloshed around her slick thighs, playing in the wetness. He finally managed to say with a straight face, "Mrs. Smythe, it's not what you think." Mrs. Tanya Smythe stood there with hands on her hips, sputtering to respond. She had so many things to say to express her indignation that she ended up saying nothing, at least for the moment. Doctor Johnson knew the woman and her four-year old daughter well. He was still in such an erotic mood that all he could think was, Now that I think about it, Tanya is pretty hot. About thirty, I'd guess. Not much in the tit department, but a nice black face and excellent legs. That little girl of hers must keep her running around. I've never fucked a black woman before. That would be nice. Finally the woman regained her composure and exclaimed, "Doctor, I'm shocked! Shocked and appalled. Since when did your office turn into a whorehouse?!?" The still giddy doctor wanted to casually reply, "Oh, since about nine o'clock this morning," but he bit his lip. Instead, he said, "Mrs. Smythe, I swear to you I can give you a perfectly good explanation. You see, these two women here are actually top level secret agents, and they're on a very secret mission." Hooters, who had been only half paying attention, looked up and said, "We are? And Trish, how did he know we're secret agents? Did you let something slip?" Agent Slut had been cradling Thomas in her arms. She looked up with even more surprise, and replied, "No, Anna. Did you?" Both responded with such sincere surprise that Mrs. Smythe was taken aback and again stood speechless. Doctor Johnson took advantage of the confusion and stood up. "Yes, they're secret agents. This is very top secret stuff. The mission is so secret that not even they know they're on one. Come with me, Mrs. Smythe. Let's talk about this in private. I assure you there's no reason to sue or file a grievance, once you hear the full story." As an afterthought, he looked at Thomas and said, "Come along." Aware that he would have to pass by the open door leading to the waiting room and not sure who would still be there, he gave Slut's hospital gown/hand towel to Thomas and donned Hooters' child-sized gown for his own modesty. There was no time for them to find their real clothes and dress with steam practically pouring out of Mrs. Smythe's angry ears. Together with the irate mother, they whizzed down the hall without looking into the waiting room, rushed into Doctor Johnson's office, and closed the door. The doctor hoped against hope that no one in the waiting room noticed him wearing nothing but the tiny gown held up against his groin. Mrs. Smythe stood with folded arms, and said, "I'm waiting for an explanation. This had better be good. Whatever you did, there's no reason you should have done it near my impressionable daughter, sitting in the next room. I'm positive that cries of 'Ram it in me, now!' will scar her for life. And I can't even mention some of the other things I overheard." Doctor Johnson said reassuringly, "There's a good explanation. Very, very good." But he had a blank look on his face. He mumbled, "National security … very secret…" But then he stopped. He realized that Mrs. Smythe was too determined to be appeased with the "this is too top secret for me to tell you anything" excuse he was hoping to use. He stood dumbly for many painfully awkward moments. Finally, he turned to Thomas, who was once again looking shy and nervous in the face of this angry woman. The doctor leaned into the teenager's ear and whispered, "Thomas, I had a good idea with that secret agent idea back there, but I'm afraid my ideas bow is all out of arrows. My brain is all frazzled from the sex. You're going to have to take over here." Thomas whispered back, "Me?!?" The doctor patted him on the back and suggested as he whispered even more quietly, "Seduce her. It's probably our only hope." Then, aloud, he confidently said to the mother, "My assistant Thomas will explain everything. I have to get back to my patients immediately." Then he shot a quick look of fear at Thomas, grasped the gown covering his crotch and butt, and fled the room. Thomas was dumbstruck. He was completely stumped on what to say, so he considered the doctor's one desperate idea. He had no idea how to seduce a woman, but on the other hand he did pride himself for always coming through in clutch situations. It didn't help his confidence to be standing completely naked with only a small hand towel over his crotch. He was still flaccid from the recent fuck with Agent Slut. He just stared at Mrs. Smythe, and she stared back. They must have stood like that for over a minute, while Thomas tried and failed to come up with some scheme. He was so aghast that he wanted to cry. He thought, I knew this was too good to be true! Now the police are probably going to take me and the doctor away. At least I'll still have some great memories. Eventually, Mrs. Smythe said, "Well?" She tapped her heels impatiently. Amazingly, Thomas found that the tense and risky situation was giving him yet another erection. It was terribly exciting to be standing with only a hand towel in front of an attractive woman. In a flash, he decided that crying could be his salvation. He rushed forward, throwing himself at Mrs. Smythe, and began bawling like a baby. As he hugged her tightly, he bewailed, "I'm so sorry, Mrs.! Today is my first day and I'm so stressed out. Sex and spies and you, it's all too much for me!" He cried like a river into her shoulder. Mrs. Smythe was taken by complete surprise. She naturally patted him on the back, his naked back, and then tentatively hugged him back. His little towel had fallen to the ground and she realized that a completely naked teenaged boy was now giving her a bear hug. What's more, after a few more moments passed with only the sound of his sobbing filling the silence, she realized that his penis was insistently pressing against one of her thighs. In fact, it was almost like he was humping her. Worse, her skirt had ridden up and now the hot penis was pressing directly against her flesh. She thought back to seeing the naked orgy in the other room, and found her breathing growing heavy. One of her hands dropped further down, to test if his buttocks were really bare of even the towel. They were. Soon two hands were on his butt, and his hands were starting to roam over her, while his dry humping grew more insistent. She thought, I'm a married woman. I really have to stop right now. His penis slid further up towards her cunt with each throb. She thought, he first thing I have to do is move that dangerous penis out of the way. But her hands didn't move. Another minute passed and she repeated to herself, I'm stopping now. Another minute passed and Mrs. Smythe muttered as she began to unbutton her blouse, "Oh my." Thomas dropped his face down into her now exposed chest and pushed his penis up into her pussy lips. His hormones took over and he completely forgot about his frightening predicament. *** Doctor Johnson had remained on the other side of the door to his office, literally with his fingers crossed, waiting to hear if Thomas could pull off a miracle. He cursed to himself, This is all my fault. If only I'd planned better and cancelled all the other appointments for the whole day. But who would have believed that the reality would greatly surpass my wildest fantasy? He paced back and forth and periodically put his ear to the door. Eventually he heard sounds of moaning, and then female cries such as, "I don't care! Do it to me! Faster! GOD YES!" The doctor breathed a huge sigh of relief. Thomas actually pulled it off! I'm saved! This is a day of miracles. He went to a supply closet where he kept some extra clothes. He put them on and then went to a bathroom on the other end of the hallway to wash his face and freshen up. Then, more or less presentable, he went out into the waiting room to see if there were any other patients he had to deal with. To his dismay, there were. There were three men, one of them a nerdy man of about thirty with a broken arm and the other two were senior citizens. He strongly guessed they were only still around because they wanted to hear more sexual shenanigans or even get in on the action. But he had a job to do, and was too exhausted for more sex at the moment, so he called the oldest remaining patient and took him to the other examination room. He looked around the hallway before entering the room and noted with some surprise that his nurse Debbie was missing. Where was Debbie? She too monitored the situation with Mrs. Smythe but wanted to steer clear of it. She surreptitiously kept tabs from the receptionist area on what was happening with the irate black mother. When she also heard cries of passionate fucking coming from the doctor's private office, she decided that the situation appeared to be in good hands and maybe the doctor's practice wasn't going to close in shocking scandal after all. She got up to check on Agents Slut and Hooters. The two well-fucked, overly busty women were both lounging on the floor of the examination room. They were completely naked, but, ironically given Slut's earlier tiny "gown," they'd discovered a whole cabinet of towels and laid them down so as not to be annoyed by the cold marble floor. When Debbie walked in and closed the door, Agent Slut, still the more suspicious of the two, immediately asked from her prone position, "Nurse, what's going on here? I find this 'nipplitis' stuff highly doubtful. And how did the doctor know that we're secret agents? And what's this top secret mission he says this is all a part of?" Debbie had no idea what to say. She could barely figure out what they were going on about. The fact was, she was aroused. Terribly aroused. She thought, With this Mrs. Smythe thing, it really DOES seem like everyone is getting fucked here but me. I'm going to sit here in this orgy room, this room that smells like a whole bathtub of cum and fresh pussy, and I'm not going to go anywhere until someone gets me off too! She wanted a man, but the doctor and teenager both appeared to be elsewhere. The two nude women looked so fantastically good and tasty that her mind began to focus on them. She said, "I don't know about any of that. Sorry. I'm just the nurse. I'm sure the doctor has all the explanations. He knows your boss, so maybe he was given top secret instructions? I don't know. All I know is, I was ordered to come in here and tend to you two." Hooters asked, "Tend to us? What do you mean?" Debbie was focused on something she'd heard earlier: how Agents Slut and Hooters had lesbian sex together, for instance when sharing a sleeping bag. She thought, It's not like I'm a lesbian, but, by God, SOMEone has to lick my pussy, and soon. She asked, "You know what you were saying earlier? How you two contracted nipplitis from sex with each other? The doctor needs to know who got it from who and how exactly it was transmitted." Agents Hooters and Slut looked at each other, as if trying to figure out the answer. Slut looked back at the nurse and commented, "We don't know. How should I know?" The wheels in Debbie's head were turning. She answered, "It all depends. For instance, a mouth-to-mouth transmission is one possibility, but very unlikely. Do you kiss each other on the mouth?" Agent Slut slid up next to her friend. "Oh sure, all the time. It's not like we're LESBIAN or anything, but situations that force us to kiss always seem to come up, especially during our secret missions. I could kiss Anna here like it was nothing. See?" She turned and kissed her friend on the lips. Their lips locked for over a minute. Hands began to wander, and when the kiss ended, their bodies didn't really disengage. With the kiss over and their tits now rubbing against each other, Hooters asked impatiently, "When is Thomas with his always eager John Thomas going to come back here? Or Doctor Johnson with his lovely Johnson?" She giggled at her mostly accidental word plays. "The bottom line is, I just need some cock to cover me in cum and cure me of the nipploiditrons or whatever they're called." She pouted even more urgently, "Where are they already?" Debbie knew things were on the right track for her own satisfaction. "I don't know, but let's solve this transmission thing in the meanwhile, okay? Miss Hooters, how exactly do you lick Miss Slut's pussy? That could be the key to understanding this transmission problem. Can you demonstrate?" "With pleasure!" Hooters practically upended her friend to get to the cunt and began licking passionately, like a hungry cat presented with a bowl of fresh milk. But Debbie, seeing their ease at such actions, quickly stopped them. "Wait. I'll need to test it myself, to see if it's the right method of transmission. Only certain ones work. Miss Hooters, can you test your technique on me? Down there?" The excuse was razor-thin and didn't really make much sense, but Hooters was still on a sexual high and was glad to lick any cunt that came into range. Debbie stepped out of her uniform and lay down on the examination table, trembling with excitement. She'd never even had a man lick her to orgasm but she'd heard a lot about how great it was. She thought to herself, Screw being responsible and straight and whatever. I want this tit-woman to rock my world! Agent Slut was similarly aroused, especially once she saw the pretty nurse brazenly drop her clothes. The sexual mood was contagious. She stood up and began playing with the nurse's body. Debbie may not have been a walking sex goddess like Agents Slut and Hooters, but she was still quite attractive in her own way. She had a classic face one might see in an old black and white movie, but her spiky blonde hair gave her a bit of a hip and edgy look as well. Within minutes, Slut was sitting on Debbie's face up on the examination table, while Hooters kneeled on the ground with her head between Debbie's thighs, which dangled over the table edge. That's how the three of them were found a couple of minutes later when Thomas and Doctor Johnson both entered the room. Debbie couldn't see them, but heard their voices. She heard the doctor say casually, as if he'd expected his nurse to do something like this, "Would you look at that, Thomas? Have you ever seen a more arousing sight?" Thomas replied, "Hard to say, sir. I've seen so much today that I can't really make sense of it all. I mean, for God's sake, just look at the tangle of tanned legs and asses right here. I've got fantasies to last for years." The doctor chuckled. "Indeed you do. And you deserve more than I could ever possibly pay you for your quick thinking back there with Mrs. Smythe. When you woke up this morning did you imagine you'd fuck four beautiful women in one day?" "Four? Sir?" Thomas was confused. "Don't you mean three?" The doctor replied smugly, "I said four. Shall we turn our attention to our dutiful nurse? Debbie, just what do you think you're doing?" Debbie's mouth was full of cunt, but she managed to reply, "Just keeping these pussies warm and lubed up for you. I guess I'd decided to take an "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em" attitude. Did I do wrong?" She winked. The doctor laughed, and said, "It looks more like, if you can't beat 'em, eat 'em. I think you're doing just fine. I always tell everyone what a great nurse you are, but I didn't guess the half of it. I have a feeling this is going to be a much more fun place to work in from now on. But first we have to think of our patients. Miss Honkers and Slut both need plenty of cum, and I was thinking we should tackle them one at a time, giving them doses at both ends. What do you think of that, Thomas?" Thomas stalled for time while he pondered that mind-boggling possibility. "You mean Miss Hooters?" "Oh yeah. Hooters, Honkers, whatever." "You're talking about double penetration, sir? Pussy and ass, or pussy and mouth?" "Either. Both. It's all good. And when we've done the two of them, I say we take on Debbie. It looks like she might have contracted nipplitis herself, judging from her current activities. We'd better inoculate her with a few cum loads, just to be on the safe side." Thomas smiled, more relaxed than he'd been all day. He could hear Debbie give a particularly loud groan of excitement after hearing that. "Excellent idea, sir. But what about stamina? I'm in my sexual prime, and I don't know if I can handle all that, even if we space it out all afternoon. And I hate to say it, but you may not be up for much more at all. Look at you." Debbie still couldn't see much but Slut's cunt in her face, but she correctly guessed that the two males were naked, and only Thomas was erect. The doctor laughed some more. "You're hard? Again? Amazing." "How could I not be, sir?" Thomas answered. "Look at these women going at each other. They're not even slowing down for us. It's like we're witnessing a lesbian feeding frenzy." "True. I look at Miss Rut bouncing up and down on my nurse's face and actually feel something stirring between my legs. You have no idea what a quick rebound that is for me at my age. This day should go down in the annals of medical miracles." "That's Miss Slut," the agent corrected the doctor, annoyed at his continual naming mistakes. He seemingly failed to hear and continued talking to Thomas. "But you're right. We're going to need help. I think it's time to bring in the reinforcements." He put his fingers to his lips and whistled loudly. Debbie heard the door open. She was so curious as to who it could be that she pushed Slut's ass away from her face and looked over at the door. Beyond the naked doctor and "assistant," she saw two men and one woman, all nude as well. She recognized one of the men as a thirtysomething patient with a broken arm who'd been in the waiting room since the start of the morning. The other man appeared to be a building janitor named Carlos, though she couldn't tell for sure as she had trouble picturing the janitor she knew in the buff. The woman was Mrs. Smythe. She licked her lips seductively at everyone in the room. Clearly, her outrage was long forgotten. The new men had their hands over their privates, but looking at their faces, one could see that lust was slowly overtaking their bashfulness. Mrs. Smythe seemed to be in heat and ready for anything. She posed seductively in the door frame. Debbie suddenly remembered Smythe's daughter and asked, "Tanya! What happened to your four-year old?" Agent Hooters Visits the Doctor Ch. 02 The attractive black mother laughed. "I called my husband and had him pick her up. Of course I met him outside the building at the street corner. I didn't dare get him near the waiting room with the way you're wailing and pussying up the smell of the whole place. Can you believe it? I'm so bad. Now it's just us in this cozy little group." Doctor Johnson laughed heartily and slapped Thomas on the back. "I sent this one old guy home for fear of killing him if he saw what was happening in this room. I half expect my heart will give out before the day is done, but what a way to go. We've got hours of fun ahead! Now, Thomas, since you saved my medical career, you naturally get the pick. Who should we double up on first? Miss Hooters? Or Miss Cunt?" "That's Miss Slut," Agent Slut corrected, while she continued to ride Debbie's face. "Can't you get my name right for once?" "Big difference," the doctor mumbled, too quiet for her to hear. Thomas looked around. "Such a tough choice. … I say Debbie, actually, sir. I think she needs a reward too, for being so understanding today." Doctor Johnson laughed even more, pleased with the choice. "Indeed! She does. Thomas, you are soooo hired as my new assistant. You're perhaps a bit meek and unassuming on the outside, but so full of surprises. I think you and Debbie and I are going to have a lot of fun whenever our receptionist Rhoda turns her back." He turned to the trio of newbies standing behind him. "You guys, Carlos and Ray, please take each end of Miss Hookers so we can have double double penetration. Mrs. Smythe, why don't you have fun with Miss Slut." The very dark skinned woman had never been with another woman before, but she was so horny she was ready to do it with anything that had a pulse. "Since it's just the eight of us for the rest of the day, feel free to spread out to the other rooms. This room is far too small for everyone to fuck in here at once." Agents Hooters complained, "Doctor, it's Hooters already! What's with you and names?" Carlos and Ray were on her within seconds - she barely managed to finish her sentence before a penis took control of her mouth. Agent Slut seconded that. "Really, doctor. And to call her a demeaning name like 'Hookers' - as if implying she's some kind of loose woman. That's just rude!" "Oh, sorry. You're so right, Miss Slut." Doctor Johnson made these kind of naming mistakes completely innocently, but he could hardly keep a straight face at Slut's reprimand, given Slut's official name. He also looked over at Hooters: not only did she have the penis of one complete stranger filling her mouth and the penis of another complete stranger filling her cunt, but she was so eager that she managed to reach out and finger Mrs. Smythe's cunt as well, since the black woman and Debbie were embracing a very short distance away. The doctor thought sarcastically, I don't know whatever made me think Hooters might be a loose woman! *** There was a lot of fucking all over Doctor Johnson's office that afternoon. Everyone fucked until they could fuck no more. They took a lunch break and other breaks which tended to last longer and longer until the sexual energy level petered out completely. The doctor naturally bowed out first, but then he had a hell of a good time watching the others (and took a few pictures, later giving most of them to Thomas). The two new guys did well enough, but Thomas remained the boy wonder. He seemed to be hard and energetic all the time. Yet even Thomas reached a point where he couldn't even think about getting another erection. The women naturally had a capacity for many more orgasms than the men, and they had climaxes beyond count until they could barely walk. Agents Hooters and Slut in all their many sexual experiences so far in their young lives had never been so thoroughly fucked as they were on this day. Agent Hooters may not have been the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree, but she was able to put two and two together and realize that there was no such thing as nipplitis after all. There was no more mention of the doctor's unexplained "top secret mission" either. Still, everyone kept up the nipplitis pretense just for fun. The men frequently joked about infecting someone new with it and then of course they needed to give more cum cures. All the women wound up with cum loads smeared into their asses, faces, tits, and most everywhere else. But all good things come to an end. The two extra men left first. They knew they were incredibly lucky to have been at the right place at the right time, and swore to keep completely quiet as to what happened. Then Mrs. Tanya Smythe made to go. The doctor commented to her, "Although your daughter only has the flu, I recommend you come back at least once a week for the next year. If Thomas and I give you a weekly double penetration, that will help ensure her cough doesn't come back." She readily agreed. Then it was Debbie's turn to leave. She gave Doctor Johnson a long French kiss, as a sign and promise of things to come. She said, "Doctor, if you were a decade or two younger, I might try to steal you from your wife. You're so dignified and handsome, and now I know you can be a tiger in bed. As it is, I might have to go in the other direction and do a little cradle robbing. Look out, Thomas." She winked at her new coworker as she walked away. Thomas was barely able to walk out on his own feet. He'd cum eight times and had to call in sick for a few days to recover. But he loved life. Not only did he have a great part-time job to look forward to, if only to regularly see and hopefully fuck Debbie, but he knew he now had the confidence to sweep the girls in high school off of their feet. That left the doctor and Agents Hooters and Slut. The three of them took turns using the bathroom to dress and clean up, but the doctor insisted that Hooters and Slut refrain from washing their skin so the rubbed in cum could remain at least over night. He claimed that would be the final cure of their nipplitis, and they played along with the conceit since they'd had so much fun with it. The doctor made a brief phone call but nonetheless managed to overhear Agents Hooters and Slut talk. Hooters said, "Trish, looks like we did it again, huh? Why is it we always seem to get our cunts and mouths stuffed with cock, no matter what we do?" Slut replied, "I guess that's just how it goes with female secret agents. Anna, didn't you see any James Bond movies? Female spies get fucked a lot. That's, like, part of their job. That's how we catch the bad guys." Hooters pondered that. "That's true, I guess. But we didn't catch any bad guys today in the process." "No," Slut conceded, "But we sure had a lot of fun. Count this as a good practice session. Plus, we got our fitness certificates. I wouldn't have been so reluctant at the start if I knew how well everyone fucked. Especially Thomas. He was cute." The doctor returned and walked them towards the exit. The three of them paused by the door leading out of the waiting room into a larger hallway and the wide world beyond. Doctor Johnson said sincerely, "I'd be so despondent to see you two go - I feel like we've been through so much together today. But I called the Chief just now, and he promised me that you two can come back here for your next check up." The two secret agents clapped and hollered at the good news. Their resentment at being used and tricked faded to nothing some point earlier in the afternoon; certainly by the time the number of their multiple orgasms hit double digits. It was easy to have so many multiple orgasms when there were multiple men and women working on you at once. The doctor continued, "I'd better hang out here for a while and just read a book or something until I calm down, or my wife will be suspicious of my shit-eating grin and the way I smell. But you two look exhausted and didn't come in your own cars. How are we going to get you home? Given the way you smell… But on the other hand, I'd hate to have you clean that cum off…" The two women shrugged and waited for him to think of something. He stood with a hand on his chin for a few moments and then snapped his fingers in a Eureka moment. "I know! Every good turn deserves another. I'll call you a taxi. I know just the guy. He's an old friend." Hooters and Slut seemed agreeable to that, so the doctor reached out to the waiting room phone that Agent Hooters had humiliatingly used that morning and dialed a number. "Hello? Jack? … Long time no hear. Listen. No time for chit-chat. Are you driving your cab right now? … Good. I have a couple of patients here that you absolutely have to pick up right now. You will be sooooo glad you did." Jack asked why he'd be glad. Doctor Johnson took a long look at Agent Hooters, again dressed in the scraps of clothes she'd come in: a hot pink tank top and a blue miniskirt full of ripped slits. Then he looked at Agent Slut, back in her black leather jumpsuit with the front zipper practically unzipped down to her bush and her tits hanging out everywhere. It seemed strange to see them wearing clothes and without one penis in their mouth and another in their cunt, since that's how they looked most of the afternoon. The only differences from their appearances when they arrived were streaks of white on their skin that looked like unevenly applied suntan lotion or a ragged donut glaze. In fact it was the smearing of cum loads from four different men. He smiled wider than he'd ever smiled before, and then said into the phone receiver, "I can't tell you why, Jack. Just come here. Let's just say that today is your lucky day."