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Dr. Nix Ch. 01

By: naivesluts



*Obviously not reality for so many reasons. I hope you enjoy the fantasy.* 

BUZZ 

Ugh, the intercom sounded even more annoying when Jocelyn used it. What a mistake it was to hire her. I still remember her interview. She was so bubbly and happy. What an act. I guess she got word of how well I paid my receptionists and for what reason. Then took advantage. Maybe I deserved it, but I still hated her for it. She acted so coy and stupid in the interview, generous cleavage spilling out of a bra and tank top that were both too small. She giggled when I leered at her chest and made unintentional innuendo. Well, I suppose it wasn't that unintentional. Her first day made her true nature very clear. 

I remember how excited I was to see what she would wear on her first day. What an amazing let down to see her come in wearing an ugly brown dress. It was so old-fashioned and modest, nobody would ever know what an amazing teen body she was hiding. I had almost forgotten myself if the image of her tight curves on the day of her interview wasn`t burned so deeply in my memory. 

She knew I couldn't fire her. I had no reason. She was efficient, competent, and I was fairly certain she knew my history with my previous receptionists. Why else would she execute such a carefully crafted plan? 

My practice made me a very rich man, so her much-higher-than-average salary didn't hurt my wallet, but it hurt my pride. Out-smarted by a 19-year-old. 

"Yes, Jocelyn?" I said into the intercom. 

"Paula Simmons here to see you, Dr.Nix," came the curt and professional reply. 

"Send her in," I said. 

Paula....Paula... Not a new patient. Jocelyn would have told me. I didn't even review my appointment list today. I was getting complacent without a teenaged slut to have my way with between appointments. If only Stacey didn't have to go to college out of state. She was my last and best fucktoy. So willing and so dumb. I wasn't even sure if she knew that what she was doing wasn't normal for the workplace. She'd probably end up sucking off all her bosses in the future. Lucky bastards. She had gotten so good because of me. I had turned her into a dumb, grateful, swallowing teenaged slut. 

With a name like Paula Simmons, I assumed it was another old woman. So many of my patients are. They flirt endlessly with me. I know I'm fit and look very young for my age, but frankly I find it disgusting. I'm 45, but often still called a young doctor among my colleagues because of my youthful face and toned body. 

I could never hold a steady relationship. I was married once. That was obviously a disaster. I'm too much of a pervert. I've come to terms with it now. I can only get off if a young willing slut opens up her warm mouth or incredibly tight pussy to me. The older I get, the hotter it is to see an 18-year-old bounce on my dick. 

The door opened, and man was I wrong about Paula. Her face looked vaguely familiar, but it must have been years since I had seen the girl, because I would have remembered that face and that body. She had a young, round face with giant blue eyes and huge lips that were parted in that way that would make even the most brilliant woman look like a dumb slut. Her blonde hair was just above her shoulders in tight ringlets. 

She had to be around 5 feet tall. Maybe 5'1. It made her luscious curves even more impressive. She wore a green cotton tank top that had a high neck but had no chance of hiding her massive chest. The girl had to be at least a DD, I'm not sure. I'm horrible with bra sizes, but great with the actual tits. 

The giant balloons were high and full on her young chest and curved sharply into a thin waist before curving back out to make full hips hugged by tight pair of jeans. I salivated at the thought of what her firm teen ass looked like. I mean, she had to be a teenager, her face was so young. Hopefully not too young. If I get in trouble, I want to minimize the damage. I'm rich enough to lose my license, but I'd rather not go to jail. 

"Hi Doctor," Paula said shyly, "remember me?" 

"Well of course!" I lied, "How long has it been now?" 

"Ten years ago exactly. I remember because the last time I was sick, it was the day after my eighth birthday." 

It was hard for that sentence alone to not make my dick instantly hard. She was redefining "barely 18".

"Well that's a very good memory you have," I said, "and you must be very healthy if it's been that long! Still, your parents should have sent you in for a check-up." 

Paula hung her head, "I'm sorry, I didn't know." 

"You didn't know you should have at least a yearly check-up?" 

"Nuh-uh," 

"Well that's okay, we'll do a full check-up now. Are your parents waiting for you outside?" 

"No," Paula said sadly, "they didn't even believe I was sick. I had to look up your address online." 

"Well I'm glad you did," I said, "sit down on that bed there and tell me what the problem is."

I went to my desk to grab a clipboard and looked at my computer and saw Paula's file already on screen. Jocelyn had already remotely sent it to my computer. She really was quite good. I peaked around my monitor and took in the delightful sight of Paula struggling to get on the raised medical table. She was so short that she was unable to hike herself up using her arms behind her. The result was a cutely disgruntled face and those huge tits of hers bouncing all over the place inside her tight tank top. It was obvious that she paid a pretty penny for expensive custom bras because considering her movements, they stayed impressively side-by-side. 

I pretended to continue to study my computer as Paula continued to struggle. It wasn't too difficult of a task even for my older patients, so I wondered if she was really that uncoordinated or if her large breasts really brought her that much off-balance. The latter certainly didn't seem too unlikely. 

She finally figured out that her current method wasn't working and she turned around and crawled up onto the bed. As she was now turned away, I overtly leered, eager to get a good look at her teen ass. 

I was not disappointed. The young thing bubbled up from her thighs, making for a rounded, high ass. It was bigger than most white girls' asses and certainly most white teens', and if Paula's big boobs didn't get me hard, then her luscious ass definitely did. 

Now that she was seated patiently, I finally took an actual look at her file. The girl wasn't lying, the last time it had been updated was May 10, 2002, and her birthday was listed as May 9, 1994. Unless she had been to a free clinic, any other doctor would have requested her file. I realized that this really was the first time she had had a check-up in a decade. This would be fun. 

I waited a few moments to let my raging erection die down a little, then walked to Paula. I didn't wait until I was completely flaccid, it was fine with me if the young teen noticed my bulge. This girl seemed pretty dumb. 

Then again, so did Jocelyn... 

"So, Miss Simmons," I started in my most professional tone, "what's bothering you today?" 

"My throat, Doctor." Paula replied. 

"What sort of pain are you having? When did it start?" 

"About a week ago. It wasn't so bad at first, but now it hurts to swallow, and talking isn't as easy. I had to be so quiet on my birthday." 

"You seem to be talking fine now, Paula." 

She turned her large quivering blue eyes up to me, "It still hurts, Dr. Nix." 

"Poor girl," I started, deciding to start sounding a little condescending to test for reactions, "well you're doing very well, I think you're a good girl." 

Paula seemed genuinely pleased by the comment and bounced a little in place. I grabbed a look at her settling cleavage before continuing. 

"Let me just take a look, okay? I'll try not to ask too many questions. " 

"Thank you, Doctor." Paula said quietly, but gratefully. 

I went through the motions. Tongue depressor, taking a look, the whole bit. Incredibly basic stuff. In fact, it was easy to see that she had a simple infection that would go away in about a week with some anti-biotics. It was long past the point of being contagious, even. But I had other plans. I put away my tools and sat down on the stool beside the bed and looked as grim as I could. Paula picked up on it. 

"Oh no! What's the matter? Is it serious?" 

"Well I'm glad you came to me as soon as you did, it could have been much worse."

"But I waited a week! Did I wait too long?" 

"Well maybe a bit, Paula, but we still caught it in time. We may just have to give you a special treatment today." 

Paula's face froze in horror, "like surgery?" 

I shouldn't have, but I laughed, "oh no, dear Paula, this isn't a hospital, we're not set up for surgery. Plus, it's not that bad. Yet." 

I watched her face go even more pale, somehow. She was turning out to be as stupid and easy-to-manipulate as I hoped. Because of Stacey's excellent slut services, I hadn't had to take advantage of a patient in a while, but I felt the rust coming off. Plus, Paula seemed like an easy mark. 

"Don't look so scared, sweetheart, I actually have the special medicine you need here in my office." 

"Oh goodie," Paula said, obviously relieved. But her face tensed up again, "oh, but will it be covered by my insurance?" 

"I'll tell you what, Paula. You're such a good patient for remembering me after all these years, that I'll let this treatment be on the house. I'll turn a blind eye to the paper work." 

She looked happy and then confused. 

"Wait, you're blind in one eye, Doctor?" 

Wow, she was stupider than I thought. 

"Haha, no it's just a saying. So what do you think?" 

"That would be so awesome, Dr. Nix! I was a li'l scared that I wouldn't have the insurance or money to fix me." 

"It'll be just fine, Miss Simmons," I said, standing up so that my stomach was level with her face. Then I unzipped my pants and pulled out my limp dick. Paula gasped. 

"Doctor! What are you doing?" 

I put on my most matter-of-fact voice, "I'm getting out your medicine, Paula. Where did you think you'd have to get it from?" 

"Y-your penis is my medicine?" 

"Please, Paula. Use the term "dick" or "cock". They are the more proper terms." 

Paula looked confused, but didn't question it further. 

"Oh, okay. Um, so your dick is my medicine?" 

"In a sense, Paula. My dick HAS your medicine in it. You'll have to get it out. Have you ever sucked on a cock before?" 

"Yes, Doctor," Paula nodded, "the boys at school ask me to do it, and my brother says it helps him relax." 

My cock twitched at these words. Seems like I wasn't the first person to take advantage of this naive slut. Not that I was too surprised, based on Paula's appearance that was a cross of an innocent teenager and a pornstar. Still, even her own brother? I didn't blame him. But I forced my growing erection down with my mind so that I could go through the rest of my plan as usual. 

"When you suck their dicks, do you swallow all the medicine like a good girl?" 

"Um, yes Doctor. But I've said no for a few days because my throat has hurt so much." 

"Well there's your problem! It's only going to get worse without medicine! You need to be a good girl and suck cock every day, okay?" 

"Yes, Doctor." 

I strode to my prescription cabinet at the back of the room. My dick was still hanging out of my pants and I talked while facing away from her. 

"Now, because it's been a few days, I need to give you some pills to activate the natural medicine. You'll need to take one of these twice a day after swallowing a man's natural medicine. Once in the morning, and once in the afternoon. Do you understand?" 

Without turning to face her, I heard Paula state her confirmation. I had a feeling that this was going a little too well, but I was too revved up to be concerned by it. Plus, the Jocelyn incident had just made me paranoid, I had done this countless times in the past. I returned to Paula's side and looked down at her. 

"Now I need you to do something for me, okay? To get the medicine out, you need to get me hard enough to put in your mouth. That's a good girl's job." 

"Okay," said Paula, "how do I do that? All the boys I suck already have their pen-I mean dicks hard." 

"I know, and that's because they're young. With men like me, you need to work a little harder. Why don't you take off that tank top and tell me all about those impressive tits of yours."

Paula diligently obeyed and swiftly lifted her shirt off her petite body. Well, petite except for her giant mounds. The view was incredible. Miles of exposed titflesh sat in my view held up by a huge black bra. If it wasn't for her medical record, I wouldn't have believed she just turned 18. Her cleavage was as deep as the ocean and went on for days. 

"What about them, Doctor?" Paula asked earnestly, eager to have the treatment go well.

"When did they start to grow? What size are they?" 

"Um, I started to get them when I was 12. Then they got really big really fast. I remember buying my first D cup bra in grade 9." 

"You're quite the impressive girl, Paula," I said with my best mix of professional and condescending tones. She blushed and kept talking, apparently egged on by my words. 

"They haven't stopped growing ever since then, Doctor. My Dad gets really angry that we have to spend so much money on bras. We just had to get me brand new F cups." 

Wow, I really was off with my guess. I couldn't say I was surprised though, especially seeing them in just a bra now. I had never seen young tits so big. My dick was harder than I expected.

"You're doing really well, Paula. Look how hard you made my dick. That's how you know you're doing a good job as a slut." 

"Doctor?" 

"Yes, Paula?" 

"Isn't that a bad word?" 

"Oh no, Paula! That's the highest praise someone can give to a young woman. Now, we don't want your throat to get any worse. I think you've done enough talking. Why don't you start sucking my cock just like a good slut?" 

"Thank you, Dr. Nix." 

With that, the teen clumsily adjusted herself on the medical bed so that she was lying on her stomach. Her face was now level with my impressive 7 inch cock. 

"Wow, it's really big, Doctor. Even bigger than my brother's."

"And I bet you'll do a perfect job getting the medicine out. Now put it in your mouth like a good slut." 

Paula giggled, now hearing the term as a compliment, and plunged her round, adorable face onto my rock-hard meat. Any worries I had about her earlier clumsiness affecting her performance was instantly out the window. She obviously already had a lot of practice, and I groaned involuntarily as her teen tongue swirled eagerly around my dick. 

I put my hand on her head and guided her to bob up and down faster. I couldn't get enough of her warm and wet blowjob. I felt her moan on my dick and apply more suction. She must have liked the force. 

"Do you like my big dick, slut?" 

"Yes, Doctor, it tastes really good." 

"Just wait until you get my medicine." 

Paula big soft lips were pressed hard against my cock, but were wet enough to glide easily up and down the length. Her tongue seemed like a separate entity, reaching areas of my dick with pressure and precision I had rarely experienced before. 

At my age and with my looks, I've had a lot of blowjobs, and while Paula's wasn't the best I'd ever had, it was definitely the best I had received from an 18-year-old. She certainly knew her way around my equipment. A little too well, maybe, as I already felt my orgasm starting to swell in the depths of my balls. 

"I think you need to work harder for your medicine, slut," I lied to the teen. 

"Am I not doing a good job, Dr. Nix?" 

"No, you're doing very well. But I'm not young like the boys at your school. To get my medicine ready, you're going to have to really be a total slut." 

"How do I do that?" 

"You need to put my cock in a sluttier place." 

"You mean you want me to have sex with you?" 

"Paula, please, I'm a Doctor, I need you to use the proper terms. I'm going to need to fuck your tight slutty pussy." 

"Sorry, Dr. Nix. I'm trying to be a good slut." 

"It's okay. Now politely request what you need me to do to get your medicine ready." 

"Um, Dr. Nix? Can you please fuck my tight pussy?" 

"Of course, Paula. Thank you. Is this your first time?" 

"No, Doctor. My brother told me that his dick was my birthday present yesterday and had sex with me all day because I wouldn't suck his cock." 

"Paula..." I said sternly. 

"Sorry! Bad slut," she scolded herself, "I mean, my brother fucked my tight pussy all day yesterday." 

"Good. Much better. Now get naked and get on your hands and knees in front of that mirror over that. That's how a proper slut should get fucked." 

"Yes, Doctor." said Paula. She sat up on the medical bed and proceeded to hop off of it. My eyes stayed glued to her huge boobs as they jiggled and bounced all over her chest, barely contained in her massive bra. I didn't help as she struggled out of her tight jeans. Her black panties were next, and then her socks. Finally came the bra. Paula reached behind her back to find the clasp, and the act somehow made her tits look bigger. Each one had to be the size of her head, and they dwarfed her tiny frame. 

When the material fell away from her chest unceremoniously, Paula seemed to instinctively push them together a little with her hands. The comparison of her tiny fingers overflowing with her young creamy titflesh would have been comical if it wasn't so hot. 

"Good slut," I said, "now get in position." 

Paula got on her hands and knees in front of the mirror as I requested. 

"Why here, Doctor?" 

"I want to see your fat tits swinging wildly as I fuck you, Paula." 

"You think I'm fat?" 

"No, Paula. I think you're thin and in great shape. You just have big slutty tits. It's good for a slut to have fat tits. It's a compliment." 

"Oh! Okay!" Paula wiggled her body in delight and my eyes somehow strayed from her glorious hanging tits to her unbelievable ass. It looked so inviting, tight and stuck up in the air. 

I wasted no time pulling off my pants completely and getting on my knees behind her. The floor was hard, but nowhere near as hard as my dick. I gave Paula no warning and plunged into her glistening pussy. 

"Ohhh, Doctor!" 

"Unnnhhh," I grunted, "that's it, slut. You have such a perfect tight pussy." 

"Ohhh, thank you, Doctor! Am I being a good slut?" 

"Fuck, yes, Paula." 

I held myself deep inside the teen for as long as I could, but I didn't last long before I needed to pound away. The moment I did, the hot teen slut starting moaning as if she was a regular pro. 

"You were made to fuck, weren't you, slut?" 

"I-I don't kn-know, Doctor. But your dick feels really really good!" 

I pounded away behind her tight, young body and looked in the mirror. I wasn't let down by the sight of her ridiculously large breasts swinging wildly. They hit her arms and dragged as far down as the floor. Sometimes they got as far up as her face. 

"Look at your fat tits, slut. They're so fucking fat, they even hit you in the face." 

"Is that a good thing, Doctor? Am I a good slut? Am I working hard for my medicine?" 

"Unnnhh, yess, Paula! Tell me how old you are again." 

"Just turned 18, Doctor." 

She started pushing herself back onto my dick. Her soaking wet pussy started to splash onto my stomach and drip down my legs. I slapped her ass hard and gripped her thighs tightly and rammed myself into her. 

"You're such a dirty slut, Paula! You're a tight teen slut!" 

Paula just moaned, already fully translating the insults into pride. 

It was too much. The sight of her huge slutty tits flopping on the floor, and her tight teen pussy gripping my dick was bringing me to orgasm faster than I had gotten there in years. 


Dr. Nix Ch. 01



I pushed her forcefully off my cock and quickly stood up and got in front of her and pulled her up onto her knees. I pointed at my sopping dick. 

"Suck." Is all I said. 

Paula complied instantly, cleaning her own juices off my dick with her powerful young vacuum mouth. I looked down at her young face and curly hair and giant boobs and finally let myself go. 

"Ugggh, I'm cumming! Drink all the medicine! Don't let any of it escape!" 

Paula somehow increased her pace and pressure. She pressed her face all the way down my dick for the first time and accomplished the rare feat of deepthroating my full 7 inches. I came. Hard. Two spurts went right down her throat and she had to pull back for the rest, letting it fill her mouth quickly while she desperately swallowed. 

"Make su-sure you swallow it all, slut," I stuttered. 

Paula just moaned as my cum was finally starting to slow down. I was really impressed. Despite my giant load, the little slut managed to swallow every drop. She gulped one last time and opened her mouth for my approval. 

"Yes, I see you got it all. Very well done. You can get dressed now," I said with any professionalism I could manage. As if our act was a totally normal medical procedure. 

I threw my pants back on and grabbed the bottle of anti-biotics as the teen gathered her clothing. She stuffed herself back into her jeans and bra, her sexy curves protesting the entire time. I made sure to keep an eye on the titillating view as I prepared a glass of water. 

"Now take this pill with some water. You'll need to do that every time you swallow a man's medicine. Only take two pills a day, but there's no limit to how much cock you can suck in a day. In fact, the more you suck, the more likely it is you will heal quickly." 

Paula nodded excitedly and swallowed the pill, happy to know she would be feeling better soon. The sight conjured the very fresh image of her face recently stuffed with my cock and cum. 

"Now, because this is a free treatment, it's best not to mention it to others. They'll get jealous and start asking for free treatment themselves, do you understand?" 

"Yes, of course, Doctor," Paula said earnestly. 

"You can come here for free follow-up treatments if you'd like, but keep it a secret from everybody, even your family. I'm really not supposed to be giving out free medicine." 

Paula's face became consumed with guilt. "Oh no, I'm so sorry, Doctor! I didn't know." 

"It's okay, Paula, it was my choice. But good sluts don't disobey, so don't talk about it and we're all good, okay?" 

"Oh yes, of course," Paula breathed a sigh of relief, "You're the best, Dr. Nix." 

I used to feel guilty with such manipulation, but I had been doing this for over a decade. Now it only gave me a rush. 

"Remember that older men give better medicine. You can still suck your brother's cock and the boys at school too, but it wouldn't be a bad idea to ask your teachers for medicine as well. In private, though. Not everybody is so understanding of modern medicine. Understand?" 

"I understand, Doctor. Thank you." 

I smiled at the incredibly busty teen and led her out the door and down the hallway to the reception area. I knew the soundproofing in my office was excellent, but being reminded of Jocelyn's presence still made me uneasy. 

"Thanks, Dr. Nix!" said Paula as she reached the door before turning to the front desk and waving, "and bye, Jocelyn!"

Wait, since when did Jocelyn start introducing herself to the patients? I mean, the regulars obviously knew her name, but how would Paula know it? Was I just being paranoid? 

The door closed behind Paula and I looked - maybe a bit too quickly - over at Jocelyn. She gave me a syrupy smile that I had never seen out of her. 

"You have 20 minutes before your last patient of the day, Doctor." 

"Thank you, Jocelyn." 

"Of course Doctor," she said, and looked back to her computer. Her face had returned to her usual blank expression. 

I walked back to my office and sat in my chair, staring at the intercom.



Dr. Nix Ch. 02



*This story picks up immediately after the events of Ch. 01. I'm not going to go crazy out of the way to catch everybody completely up to speed every chapter, so read from Ch. 01 if you're interested in the overall story. Obviously not reality for so many reasons. I hope you enjoy the fantasy.*



There was a pit in my stomach. Why did Jocelyn seem to know Paula? What was up with that smug smile? Was she just trying to play me?

I wished I could just concentrate on my experience with Paula instead of worrying myself sick. I had been using my practice to take advantage of naive young women for almost 20 years without a single problem. Why was it that my new 19-year-old receptionist was able to bring me such doubt for the first time?

I checked my patient schedule for the first time that day. I didn't want any more surprises for my last patient. Judy Gertwin. A regular chronic pain patient. Not the dumb, busty, naive, barely 18-year-old slut that Paula was by any means, but it wasn't a curveball.

The appointment passed by like a rerun of a bad sitcom. It wasn't pleasant, but it ended faster than I expected. I decided to stay in my office for a few minutes after so that I wouldn't have to face Jocelyn when I left. Five minutes was enough, Jocelyn did her job exactly as needed so far. Nothing less and nothing more.

I got ready and walked out to the reception area. I was right, the desk was empty. No sooner did I breathe a sigh of relief then did Jocelyn walk out of the bathroom connected to the waiting room. I normally would have taken this opportunity to check out the amazing young figure she showed off to me during her interview, but her current drab brown dress - an unfortunately common choice for her - allowed me no such priviledge.

"You're leaving late, Doctor," Jocelyn said in her usual professional tone.

"Just five minutes," I said.

"How did your appointment with Paula go? She wasn't a new patient, but it had been a while since you had seen her. Should I have warned you?"

"Oh no, that's just fine, Jocelyn, thank you," I said, trying desperately to read her tone. She gave away nothing.

"Nice girl," said Jocelyn, "a grade younger than me, but she went to my high school. We talked sometimes."

That was it! That's how they knew each other. It told me nothing new at the end of the day, though. Did they still talk sometimes? Would Paula talk about how my "medicine" for her was my cum and how I tricked the dumb girl into fucking me right there in my office? I told her to keep it between us, but Jocelyn had tricked me into hiring her, so she could certainly trick the bimbo, Paula into spilling the goods.

"It's a small world!" Is all I said.

"Sure is," said Jocelyn with a professional smile, "Good night, Doctor."

"Good night, Jocelyn," I said, and watched her leave, wishing her dress was even a little more form-fitting so that I could make out her amazing teen ass I remembered from her interview. The interview when she wore tiny booty shorts and "accidentally dropped" her resume so she could show off that round butt to me.

I spent that night unable to sleep. I tossed and turned remembering other images from that interview. The last thought that crossed my mind before I passed into sleep was Jocelyn leaning forward in earnest while I asked a question, showing me those giant creamy teen juggs spilling out of her tight shirt.

The next morning, I made sure to order a larger coffee than usual and tried not to show how tired I was when I walked into the office. As always, Jocelyn was already there, settled into the reception desk.

"G'morning, Doctor Nix," she said pleasantly, and not at all like most other 19-year-olds would say it.

"Morning, Jocelyn, how's the day looking?"

"Even more busy than usual, Doctor. I've been taking the liberty of giving courtesy calls to patients you haven't seen in a few months. It really seems to have worked, your day is filled with only the results of those calls."

Damn, one of the reasons I could never, ever fire Jocelyn and replace her with a dumb, willing slut like I wanted: she was just too good at her job.

"Such initiative, Jocelyn, thank you."

"I try to do a good job, Doctor, you're good to me here."

I smiled to her and headed to my office where my smile turned into a scowl. Yes, I payed my receptionists an unusually large amount because they always used to suck my dick a few times a day, not because they were ever particularly good at being receptionists.

In fact, they were usually awful in that regard. So on one hard, it was nice to have a competent receptionist for once. But why couldn't she be competent AND slutty? I mean, the old lady blouse she had on today was probably worse on the perverted eye than her brown dress yesterday.

I logged into my computer and opened the server software that Jocelyn used to remotely send me my schedule and the patient's files. As usual, the day's patient list was already on screen for me when I opened the software. My eyes widened and my jaw almost dropped.

The list was completely filled with teen girls whom I had tricked into sucking or fucking my dick on at least one occasion each. Well I suppose some of them weren't teens anymore. It had been at least five years since I had seen Julia Goddard, a former regular and the last on my schedule today.

Julia had been quite sick as a child, so I had seen her most of her life. She trusted me so much that when the busty redhead turned 18, it was incredibly easy for me to get her to start blowing me every appointment. I saw her regularly for two years after that. But soon, a lot of her medical problems had cleared up and she stopped showing up and I stopped booking her. For whatever reason, I had never been able to give her a proper fucking. She was so willing and excited to blow me, but any attempts to go further would be denied.

Was it just a coincidence that this was the pattern of the day? Or did Jocelyn set this up? Was her "calling old patients" tactic actually her calling the girls and convincing them to come here to tell me off? She wouldn't do that, would she?

My paranoia was going overboard. I didn't even know for sure that Jocelyn knew about my perverted ways. Acting ditzy and slutty in an interview could just be her overall tactic in life. One that would work really well with her looks, too.

I didn't have much time to construct my conspiracy theories, however, my day was going to start soon. All of the girls scheduled for the day were simply just check-up appointments. Which made sense as the result of a courtesy call, but it just made me more nervous: no specific ailment meant they could have any reason for coming in. Maggie Sulivan was first. She was the patient on the list I had seen most recently. I had convinced her that fucking me stretched the right muscles for the cramps she was experiencing. But I had hired Stacey soon after that.

Oh how I missed Stacey every day. She was a horrible receptionist, but both as hot and as stupid as a teen could be. She was so good at being my cum bucket, that I basically stopped using patients for my own devices for the 8 months I employed her.

Therefore I stopped contriving reasons for Maggie to come in for appointments. And she was first up today.

I tried to calm myself down but still jumped when Jocelyn's voice came over the intercom.

"Maggie Sulivan here to see you, Doctor."

Well, no use waiting.

"Send her in," I said with the talk button pushed down.

Not twenty seconds later, Maggie walked through my incredibly soundproof door. She looked similar to how I remembered her, but it looked like she had put on a little more weight. She was still a relatively thin brunette, but her stomach showed a little natural flub. I found it cute, if anything. Although it was a little higher up where the extra weight showed the most improvement. Maggie had been one of the more flat-chested patients that I used my wiles on. I use "flat-chested" relatively because she had been a B cup when I first saw her. Either she was wearing a magical bra or her chest had grown a cup size.

The tall brunette slammed the door and ran up to me and hugged me.

"Ohmigod, Dr. Nix! I thought you didn't wanna see me anymore! I'm so glad you guys called!"

This wasn't the reaction I was expecting, but damn if I wasn't going to roll with it.

"Please, Maggie. It's good to see you too, but hugging is not professional. Now please remove your clothes and sit on the medical bed with your legs spread so we can begin."

Maggie giggled and instantly obliged.

"Sorry, Doctor. Of course!"

I walked to my desk and pretended to do paperwork while the 21-year-old removed her clothing. She looked better naked now than I remembered. I wasn't sure if it was the extra weight or not. Maybe her height was better suited with a little extra meat on the bones. Her breasts definitely looked larger, and sagged more than most would on a girl her age. Still, she was so confident with her body that I had no complaints.

"Ready!" She said.

Her smile was a little crooked, but very sweet and bright framed by her dark, shoulder-length hair. At 45, usually I need a bit of work to get my 7-inch dick at full mast, but after being haunted by images of Jocelyn at her interview last night with no release, I was ready to go.

If my memory served me right, Maggie gave a really weak blowjob. Silent, no enthusiasm, and barely any suction. So I didn't bother. I dropped my pants and started teasing the young woman's clit with my cock. She instantly started moaning.

"Yes, Doctor, that's so good. I thought maybe I was a bad slut and you wanted me to stay hurt. I'm so glad you're going to start treating me again."

Good, she remembered my language. I love dirty talk from girls younger than half my age, and always incorporated it into my "treatments" that were really more like "slut training". I just grunted my acknowledgement and plunged my dick into her already wet pussy. Maggie was the exception to a lot of my preferences. Not only did she have smaller tits than I usually like, her pussy had a pretty full bush going. But something about the very particular way Maggie was stupid still attracted me, though. It was almost like she was putting on the stupid act as a game. But I didn't mind.

My unprotected dick felt so good in her young pussy. It clamped onto me as I pumped in and out, just enjoying the feeling. I closed my eyes and didn't say anything. I just wanted to use this slut to get off and relieve my frustrations.

Maggie continued to make noise, grabbing onto any parts of the medical bed that she could for support. She moaned her encouragement. "Yes Doctor, you're making me feel so good. Only your dick stretches my little pussy so fucking good!"

I groaned louder and pushed more forcefully into her, causing her to yelp in pleasure. I closed my eyes tighter and pictured Jocelyn in a bikini. Her young tanned curves so toned and tight, yet still bursting from the material. Her little rounded butt with no flaws and giant tits so firm yet huge enough to show ripples from the slightest of her movements.

It took everything for me not to scream Jocelyn's name as I pumped my seed into the panting brunette.

"yeahyeah," Maggie moaned, "I can feel your cum in me, Dr. Nix! I'm taking it in my pussy like a good slut!"

Her voice broke my fantasy a little, but that was okay, I was still able to make it over the edge. I could tell that under different circumstances, I could have produced a lot more jizz. I pulled out and handed her tissue for when my cream dripped out of her. I pulled my pants back up and continued the exam with Maggie completely naked. 

I was still a doctor, it's important for me to perform a full proper examination.

After I finished, Maggie got dressed and thanked me for the appointment. We said pleasant goodbyes and I closed the door behind her. Sometimes I would go out to the waiting room to bring in the next patient myself, but I didn't want to face Jocelyn today. Maggie's visit went well, but I didn't want to claim victory yet.

Amanda Hedson was next, and far more my usual fare: a very ditzy blonde teen with an unusually large bust. Her boobs weren't the spectacular F cups that Paula showed off yesterday, but that was unusual even for unusually busty teens. I certainly remembered Amanda's chest, though. I told her that a man's seed would keep her boobs springy and perky for a very long time. I came many times on that perfect young pair.

When it was time for her appointment, she walked in my exam room with a frown on her face, I tensed up.

"Dr. Nixxy, I'm mad at you!"

I cringed at the pet name and looked at her young overflowing cleavage to make up for it.

"What's the problem, Amanda?"

"You don't even care if I die! I could be all sicky and you wouldn't even care! You haven't seen me since I was 18, Dr. Nixxy! I'm gunna be 20 next week!"

I was torn on her baby talk. It made me cringe, sure, but it also turned me on knowing she was that dumb.

I looked her up and down. She was wearing a pretty floral dress that flattered her thin figure. She was skinnier and taller than Paula, and her blonde hair was longer and straight instead of curly. The dress was cut low and afforded an excellent view of the top of her teenage breasts; which looked to be the same excellent DD size.

"You look very healthy, though, Amanda. And your fat tits look just as firm. Have you been coating them in a man's seed like a good slut like I recommended?"

"Of course, but none of the boys have jizz like yours! You're the Doctor, so you take care of my slutty boobs the best!"

I was slipping right back into my old ways. It was so easy to make these hot, naive, impressionable sluts eager for my cock. The long list of girls I had manipulated and my 20 years in practice without a blemish showed my sleezy system to be flawless. I don't know why I was ever worried.

"Well then you're being worried for no reason, Miss Hedson. Please strip to your underwear and we'll proceed with the exam."

I didn't bother heading to my desk this time. I openly ogled the teen as she removed her dress. It was incredible to see how toned her body still was. Long sexy legs and a flat stomach separated by lacy black panties. The hot underwear was the perfect contrast to her cutesy dress. Her big mounds were somehow held up by an equally sexy black strapless bra. I didn't even know that they made strapless bras for girls with her bust size.

Although her boobs were smaller than Paula's, they looked somehow more lewd on Amanda's stretched out body. Paula's compact, petite body made her already huge boobs look enormous, but they didn't look as out of place as Amanda's incredibly round balloons did on her long thin body.

I proceeded with a normal exam, giving myself time to recover from my last orgasm, and letting my eyes appreciate the teen's scorching hot body before the time came to use it for my pleasure.

I could tell Amanda was getting restless too. It really seemed like she missed my cum. She stayed silent during the exam like I always instructed but she seemed to wiggle more and more as I continued. Finally I was finished.

"Okay, Amanda, you did very well, please remove your bra now."

Amanda clapped her hands together like a little girl and bounced up and down on the spot. The action caused her slutty funbags to bounce wildly on her chest, somehow staying inside her magic bra. It didn't take long for the teen to undo the clasp on the front of the bra and let it instantly drop to the floor.

If I hadn't handled them so many times, I wouldn't believe they were real. Even knowing she was just 19 didn't change how impressively firm her huge boobs sat on her chest. I usually liked a little bit of sag for a few reasons. First, it shows off how natural and soft the boobs are. Second, it shows how heavy the bags of flesh really are, and that makes them all the more hot and slutty to me.

Yet, every once in a while, I find it super sexy when a busty girl like Amanda has a rocking pair of double Ds that are the best evidence that gravity is just a myth. The sight made me waste no time either. I popped my dick out of my pants and Amanda giggled happily at the sight of my chubby. It was almost as if she was seeing an old friend. I admired her breasts one more time. I spotted yet another difference from Paula, the other busty blonde that I kept comparing Amanda to. Amanda's areolas were huge. They looked almost stretched from rapid growth at a young age. Her nipples were pink and big and swollen. God, her tits looked so slutty.

"Come now, Amanda, you're a big girl now. You know what you have to do to get me ready to give you my cream."

"Sorry Nixxy!" Amanda said before stuffing her mouth with my semi-limp dick. Her blowjobs were fine. Nothing special, but her eagerness was enough to get me to full size in her mouth. No, her tits were the real show. I pulled my now hard penis from her mouth which created a loud "pop". The dumb teen giggled again and I shoved my erection on her clavicle. She instantly responded by squeezing her young titflesh around my rod.

And just like that, once again, there was no dispute that her boobs were natural. I couldn't believe how soft the flesh felt on my dick. It was nothing like a mouth or a pussy. It was like memory foam that was constantly moving to make sure it was in the exact right position to make my dick happy. Another thing that made big tits seem so slutty.

"Are they still good, Doctor? Are my fat tits still as soft and firm as you like them?"

"Yes, Miss Hedson, you've been a very good slut. Do you jerk off a lot of cocks with those fat boobs?"

With her hands still firmly pressing her juggs around my cock, Amanda began to jerk them up and down skillfully while she replied.

"Oh yes, Doctor. Just like you said. Now that I'm out of high school, it's been more difficult to do it daily, though. I have to ask a lot of strangers to help me out."

I groaned at the image of this dumb, busty blonde teen asking strange men to jizz on her tits.

"Do you ask older men? Or did you forget my advice?"

"Nono, Nixxy! I'm a good little slut! Whenever I can, I get guys twice my age to cum over my big young titties. Sometimes they're triple my age!"

The thought of the stupid teen jerking off a senior with her huge bust made my dick twitch inside her warm cleavage as she pumped it harder on my dick. Amanda noticed and continued talking.

"One time I was really desperate, Nixxy, so I asked my grandpa. He was really embarrassed, but he wasn't able to say no when I took off my top for him, Doctor. You were right, good sluts can get their way if they have big fat tits."

I couldn't take it, Amanda had somehow grown even dirtier after I stopped booking her to see me. And it was probably all my influence. I loved creating these dumb whores. I slapped her face and she gave a faux-shocked sexy coo.

"Mmm, yeah, Nixxy. I'm really earning my special cream."

I didn't want to, but I pulled my aching cock from her amazing boobjob and pointed it down at those perky teen tits of hers. Her swelled-up balloons, her juicy juggs, her busty boobs.

"UNNNNHHH!" I yelled. Then I exploded all over her chest. It was so exciting for Amanda that she moaned in pleasure as I made sure to coat all of her big teen chest with my cum.

When I was done, Amanda started laughing breathlessly.

"Wow, Dr. Nix. You fuck my tits even better than I remember. There's a reason you're such a good Doctor. Your cream is really going to keep my tits so big and perfect and slutty."

I even needed a second to regain my composure. I hadn't come so hard from just a boobjob since...well... probably since the last time Amanda gave me one.

"Yes, see, you didn't need to worry about less frequent appointments, Amanda. I take good care of you."




Dr. Nix Ch. 02



"You sure do," said Amanda, rubbing my hot cum into her super soft and super firm boobs, "I'm sorry for doubting you, Nixxy."

I rolled my eyes at the nickname, and stuffed my spent dick back in my pants.

"Good," I said, "we'll see you again in about 6-12 months. Make sure you keep coating those juggs in sperm daily."

"You got it, Doc. Thanks so much!"

The bubbly teen had finished rubbing in all my seed and was almost done redressing. She threw her dress back over her tight young body and turned to leave. Her ass was flat, but she certainly knew how to make it sway as she left.

I collapsed in my chair when the door closed. Today was making me remember the good old days. Maybe Jocelyn wasn't the bad omen I feared. I just had to go back to fucking my teen patients senseless. I had gotten soft just using my receptionists.

Speaking of soft, my balls didn't seem pleased with me. I usually had excellent endurance for a middle-aged man, but that last orgasm had really drained me. I had been quick with Amanda, and Kelly – my next patient – wasn't due for another 45 minutes. Maybe I could slip in an early lunch to help with my rejuvenation.

I told Jocelyn over the intercom that I'd be out of office for a short time and went out the back door entrance connected to an indoor foodcourt. Anybody could exit, but you needed a key to get back in. I was particularly thankful for the door today. I was getting my confidence back, but I still didn't really feel like facing Jocelyn. I had surrounded myself with dumb teens, and Jocelyn definitely had a big brain. I didn't care if it was a little fucked up, I was way past that point. I knew what worked for me and I stuck with it.

My lunch and next few appointments went by without a hitch. Kelly sucked my dick and swallowed all my cum like the champion teen slut she was. Jackie jerked me off and talked dirty in my ear before also taking my load down her throat. After Vanessa begged me to unload in her ass, my cock and balls hated my guts. If it hadn't been a few years since I had even had anal sex, I may not have been able to do it. Plus, the view of her big sloppy chocolate tits bouncing as I pounded her up the ass helped the cause.

I had a little time before my last - and most nerve-wracking – appointment of the day: Julia Goddard. I patted myself on the back for the choice to install a shower a few years ago. The water helped to calm me (and improve the smell of my busy dick), but my package still seemed down for the count.

Maybe it's for the best, I thought. More than any of these appointments, I needed to think with my brain, not my dick.

I got ready and sat nervously at my desk, just staring at the intercom.

BUZZ

I still jumped.

"Julia Goddard here to see you, Doctor."

"Yes, send her in. Thank you, Jocelyn."

My heart was beating faster than it had in a long time. I could count the women I had any sort of emotional attachment to at all in my life on one hand. My ex-wife was not one of them, but Julia Goddard was. It was twisted, I know, but she was like my daughter. I watched her grow up and bloom into a woman. If I was honest with myself, it was because I cared about her that I had to stop seeing her all those years ago.

To my dismay, Julia flowed into the room and was far more beautiful than I could have hoped to remember. At 25, she had more maturity in her eyes and her movements, but her face and skin and body still looked as bright and young as ever.

She was about Amanda's height, but more graceful. She simply wore jeans and a t-shirt, but to me, it looked like an evening gown. The jeans hugged her shapely hips and ass proudly. Her pert D cups contrasted the casual feel of the t-shirt in stupidly sexy fashion. Her hair almost looked like a cartoon is was so long and smooth. I felt dumb for the obvious comparison, but Disney's Ariel had to come to mind. Her smile was just as wide too.

"Julia," I started, not maintaining my typical composure.

"Please, Dr. Nix," she said playfully, "I'm a patient. No need for tearful reunions. It's good to see you."

"Um, you too," was all I could muster, "you've really grown up."

"I think we're past flattery, Doctor," she said, blushing, "I thought maybe you didn't want to see me grown up."

"Oh, no, well, you got better. I couldn't bring you back just to, um-"

"Just to blow your load in my mouth?"

My body locked up. Julia had never been totally stupid like the other girls I took advantage of, but she was never the confident woman standing in front of me now.

"Calm down, Steven," she said, daring to use my first name, "I was never upset at you for that. It's what I wanted too. I just didn't know if you lost interest in my, um, talents."

This was getting a little too heart-to-heart for my comfort level. Now that I knew that she wasn't trying to take me down, I relaxed back into my usual ways.

"Of course not, Julia, but I couldn't have you all to myself, now could I? That wouldn't have been fair. I didn't attempt to tell you that blowjobs were part of your treatment plan, so when you got better, I wasn't going to continue to get you to drain my balls while I drained your insurance."

She giggled and it was like a symphony to my ears.

"Well it's the insurance company's money, not mine! Now c'mon, you fucked me up and made no other man's dick good enough for me, so at least let me finally fuck yours like I've been dreaming about for the past five years. I'm not scared anymore."

I couldn't believe my ears. It was a moment I had been waiting for for so long, but it was happening at not the greatest time. My balls were still protesting the day's actions in full force. I decided to be straight-up.

"Julia, I've jerked off to the thought of fucking you so many times, you have no idea. And I barely ever jerk off to the same thought twice. You're my wet dream, but I've spent the entire day cumming inside a bunch of dumb sluts and my 45-year-old dick literally can't rise to the occasion."

Julia paused a moment before bursting into a fit of glorious laughter. I couldn't help but smile at the image of pure joy in front of me. She calmed down and pulled her t-shirt over her head to expose her large, bra-encased, freckled rack.

"Well I guess we'll both have to wait a little bit more to fulfill our wet dreams. Until then, how about a check-up?"

"Of course," I replied with relief, "but why are you topless?"

"To make the wait a little more difficult for you than it will be for me."

I grinned and got to work. She was right, seeing her beautiful breasts so exposed and vulnerable, but still partly covered and out of my grasp was torture. But no matter how excited the sight made me, my exhausted dick stayed limp. I cursed my aging body as I gave a topless goddess an exam.

I was both disappointed and happy when I finished up. Julia stretched her shirt back over her generous chest just as casually as she had removed it. She then kissed my neck and whispered,

"Until next time, Dr. Nix. Your dick better be ready for my little pussy. I've reserved it just for you."

For the first time during the appointment, my cock showed a sign of life. The smallest twitch at the sexy revelation that this gorgeous busty redhead had reserved her virginity for a corrupt perverted doctor like myself. If I had any regrets about my life choices, I wouldn't have anymore after that moment.

She didn't look back as she left the room, exaggerating the sway of her perfect round ass to give me a show. I went back to my desk and sat down with a huge grin on my face. That went perfectly. Way better than I could have hoped, even.

That thought, of course, made me think of Jocelyn. The foil to anything good the past while. I waited over 15 minutes this time to make sure to avoid her. I took a deep breath and left my office.

But as luck would have it, the reception chair was occupied.

"Jocelyn! You're still here."

"Yes, sorry. I hadn't seen you all day and I wanted to talk to you."

I tried not to show my suspicion in my voice as I replied,

"About what?"

"About today. Because all the bookings were because of the liberties I took."

"Not at all, it was very proactive of you."

"Well I just hoped it would be a relief for you to see all those old patients."

"A relief?" I couldn't help but question her word choice.

"Yes, to know they all still respect you and look up to you as a doctor and want you to be their primary caregiver."

Damn. Either Jocelyn was really good or I was extremely paranoid. That could be an extremely innocent and kind thing for a receptionist to say or it could be a back-handed attempt to make me feel guilty. Good thing I had been past guilt for many years now.

"Yes, it's nice to be reassured, even after 20 years."

"Wow. 20 years. That's really impressive, Doctor," said Jocelyn, sounding more like a teenager than usual, "which reminds me. I wanted to thank you. I know you've been here for a long time and have an amazing long-standing reputation, so I just wanted to thank you for trusting me to be your receptionist."

"Oh," I said, a little stunned, "no problem. Glad you have you on board."

"I was so worried that I screwed up the interview."

I froze, it was the first time she had ever brought up the interview.

"Oh, er, not at all. I mean, I was able to see you'd be a great receptionist, and I was correct."

"Thanks so much, Doctor. Have a good night."

"Goodnight, Jocelyn."

I was dumbfounded as the 19-year-old left the office. That was the kindest she had ever been to me since the interview. And why would she bring up the interview and even acknowledge that she hadn't been herself? Was she actually just a shy girl who tried too hard to impress a potential employer in her interview? Maybe I had been giving her too much credit. Like yesterday, everything had gone just smoothly enough for me to be incredibly suspicious.



Dr. Nix Ch. 03



*This story picks up not that long after the events of Ch. 02. I'm not going to go crazy out of the way to catch everybody completely up to speed every chapter, so read from Ch. 01 if you're interested in the overall story. Otherwise, just enjoy the sex. Obviously not reality for so many reasons. I hope you enjoy the fantasy.* 

"Miss Simmons! So good to see you again!"

My reaction was genuine as I watched the short, adorable blonde and her giant boobs close the door behind her.

"You remember me, Doctor?" Paula asked, her eyes wide and vapid.

"Of course, Paula, it's only been two weeks. I would have liked to see you earlier, actually. How's that sore throat?"

"Oh so much better, Doctor, thank you!" the teen bounced in excitement from her gratitude and I took in the incomparable sight of her stupidly large bust bouncing clearly even under her wool sweater.

"That's very good news, Paula. You must have been following my advice very closely," I motioned to the medical bed as I spoke, offering her a seat. The 18-year-old looked confused and stayed put, her long blonde ringlets framing her rounded porcelain face.

"Oh yes, I've been making sure to give blowjobs every day and I swallow all the medicine like a good slut."

"That's very good, Paula, but please try to use the proper medical phrase 'sucking cock' whenever possible."

"Ohmigod, sorry Doctor!"

"No problem, Paula. Now are you going to take a seat? You're making me nervous just standing there."

"Oh is that what you meant? I was so confused!"

Paula giggled and turned to the medical table while I rolled my eyes. What a stupid girl. I was excited to finally use her for my perverted devices again.

Things had been going the smoothest they ever had since I hired my suspicious receptionist, Jocelyn. She still dressed like she was 80-years-old despite being 19, but my paranoia about her intentions had been fading away. It was beginning to seem like acting slutty in her interview and then being a prude at work was just her method of getting hired and not a plan to take down my perverted practice. I had been doing this for almost two decades! There was no way a teen girl had that much foresight, it was silly of me to be so obsessed.

I concluded that it was just my desire to see her naked after her interview that made me so over-analytical of her actions. But now that I was back to my usual ways (that being taking advantage of young, stupid, eager-to-please female patients), I could get over not being able to see just one of those bodies, no matter how smoking hot it was in my memories of that interview.

Paula was settled on the medical bed and didn't bother crossing her legs. I could see her blue panties under her short summer skirt. A sweater and a skirt. I'll never understand fashion.

"Did you talk to your teachers like I suggested, Paula?"

"Yes Doctor, I was really surprised. Every single teacher was willing to help me out! I got a lot of old man medicine."

"You're an excellent slut, Paula, no wonder you recovered so well. Hopefully that doesn't mean that you neglected your brother."

Paula shifted in her spot and hung her head, seemingly too embarrassed to respond. That was strange, I thought, she talked about her incest with no hesitation last time.

"What's the matter, Paula?"

"Oh sorry, Doctor. It's just, am I supposed to like the medicine so much? Before I was just happy to make my brother happy, but now I just really wanna taste it. I'm out of the pills you told me to take after sucking cock, but I still do it just as much. Can I get addicted to the drug?"

Of course that's what she was embarrassed about. Stupid girl.

"Oh that's perfectly fine! No need to be worried about that, Paula. There are good drugs and bad drugs. A man's seed is a good drug. It's not just good for fixing your throat, but it will help you be happier and sluttier. It's a good idea to suck just as much cock even if you're feeling fine."

"Oh that's SUCH a relief, Dr. Nix! I thought there was maybe something wrong with me. I'm happy that I'm still a good slut."

I looked down at the large mounds that Paula's breasts were able to form even under her thick sweater. "Yes, a very good slut. Now take off your sweater and let me check your throat to make sure you've healed properly."

It was the antibiotics I gave her that was the actual cause of her recovery, of course, but I was always pleased to turn a teen girl into a cum-loving whore. The dim teen raised her long sweater off her body and I leered at the effect her raised arms had on her bra-encased tits. She was wearing a snug blue bra that seemed to fit better than the black thing she wore last time. Even without the flesh overflowing, her breasts were of the sort that were hard to believe even as I stared at them. They seemed to have a life of their own. Obviously heavy, but also cased with young elastic skin that wouldn't allow them to sag much even without the support. I remembered her tiny nipples and literally licked my lips in anticipation.

"There you go, Doctor," said Paula, not even questioning why I needed her shirt off to look down her young throat. In the interest of I-was-actually-a-doctor-not-just-a-sex-addict, I gave her a proper inspection. Indeed, the infection appeared to be long gone. I teased myself by continuing with a regular check-up while the submissive blonde teen sat there topless.

"Is that a new bra, Paula? It seems to fit better than your last one. That's good for your back, you know," I said near the end of the check-up. Paula was in impeccable health. Status quo for even a moderately active teen. I worked out 4 times a week to maintain a great body at 45, and all Paula had to do was drop to her knees a few times a day.

"I can't believe you noticed!" Paula said, tears forming in her large eyes. "I thought my boobs might still be growing because my new F cup bras didn't seem right, but I was so scared to ask daddy for a proper fitting. He got so mad whenever I wanted to go bra shopping."

In two appointments, Paula had only ever mentioned a father and brother. I had to assume there was no mother anymore, for whatever reason. The busty teen continued.

"But he got so much nicer after I started giving him blowjobs too. Oops, I mean started sucking his cock. I thought he was doing me a favour by giving me more medicine, but he acted like I was the nice one! Daddy's so weird."

I wasn't too surprised about this new information. I figured it would be the natural step after sucking off her high school teachers, whether or not I gave her the push. That's probably why the poor old man got so angry when she brought up new bras. He was likely sexually frustrated thinking about his own daughter's giant tits. I was done putting away the equipment from the check-up and I was getting sick of Paula's teen drawl.

I unceremoniously dropped my pants while she continued.

"Anyway, I got properly fitted and it turns out I'm actually a 32G! But I'm not worried about getting bigger anymore, since Daddy said he'll buy me as many pretty custom bras as I want as long as I suck his little dick."

Ugh, just shut up, I thought. I didn't need to hear about her father's small penis. I would have just stuck my own dick in her mouth, but although I was fucking patients regularly again, it only served to improve my endurance and bounce-back time. I still get hard pretty slowly, like the 45-year-old I am. Sure, Paula's tits were massive, but I knew that by looking at them. I didn't need to know the bra size. She was still talking about something, but I cut her off.

"You're looking like a very healthy slut, Paula. I'll give you some of my special Doctor medicine and then you can be on your way."

Paula looked a little stunned to be cut off -- I'm sure most men were so unaccustomed to a gorgeous busty whore talking to them that they let her talk about whatever she wanted -- but she rebounded quickly when she noticed my chubby cock was out.

"I'm better at this now," she giggled, "Mr. Jenson is like, 70, so I need to work really hard before I'm able to blow him."

With that, she pushed her juggs together playfully and with more purposeful seduction than she had shown last visit. She was a pretty quick learner considering how slow she constantly proved herself to be. Usually I didn't give out free treatment to patients without insurance - even when I took advantage of them - but Paula was a very rare exception. I loved that she had the sort of young innocent face that you would never expect to be attached to an extremely busty body. It made her heaving chest all the more lewd.

She continued pushing her breasts together over her bra, causing the flesh to frantically try to find other space to occupy. It proved to be difficult considering so much of her chest was already taken up by the rest of her huge young boobs. My cock twitched at the majesty of her cleavage and Paula responded with a victorious giggle.

"Yay! That works on Mr. Jenson's little old man dick too. But yours isn't small like his. It's big like Mr. Costa or Sam."

"Sam?" I asked, scolding myself internally for encouraging her to talk more.

"Oh, that's my brother. I forgot you didn't know his name. I'm so stupid sometimes."

Perfect. An entrance for more of my slut propaganda.

"That's a good thing, Paula. A good whore should be stupid. If you ever forget something or don't know something, don't worry about it. Just think about a nice hard cock instead."

"Wow, that's a really good idea, Dr. Nix, thanks!"

Wow, her stupidity was so vast that it was only rivalled by my old receptionist, Stacey. She had gone off to college (I suppose they're right when they say anybody can get in these days), and I missed her young skillful mouth and tiny teen pussy almost every day.

"Speaking of, Paula, I think it's time you got to work."

"Huh?"

Goddamn it.

"Suck my dick, you slut."

"Oh! Of course, Doctor."

During her last visit, Paula proved that she was able to suck dick better than any other 18-year-old I had convinced to blow me, but her skills had improved beyond that in just two short weeks. This wasn't the work of a promising teen cock-sucker, this was the blowjob from a young master of the art. There was no way I could count the number of mouths I had blown my load into in my 45 years, but Paula's enthusiastic and precise strokes were strangely mixed with a lustful desperation that made me realize this had to be one of the best blowjobs I had ever received.

My plan for the appointment was dissolving in my mind. Removing her almost comically large bra and roughly groping her big tits and tiny nipples gave way to thoughts of her firm and swift tongue as it explored and massaged my cock. Thoughts about once again fucking her doggy-style on the hard floor in front of the mirror were replaced with the powerful suction Paula relentlessly applied to my rock hard 7 inches, causing her cheeks to hollow. The idea of calling her name after dirty name was drowned out by the sound of the teen's slurping and horny moans.

And Paula's moans weren't the sounds of a girl who did it just to please the guy. They weren't even the moans of a girl who genuinely loved sucking dick. It was the fierce pleasure of a girl who seemed to love a dick in her mouth as much as I loved to have it there.

Her big babydoll eyes were closed in bliss as her plump lips slid up and down my thick shaft. She sucked me off like a veteran conductor. Like she was intensely familiar with the orchestra of my pleasure. She anticipated when to slow down, when to speed up, and when to take a very short break to open her eyes and turn her innocent-looking face up to me to say,

"Ohmygod, Doctor, your dick tastes really, really good."

Then came a guttural moan before the teen plunged her round face back into my crotch.

I couldn't remember the last time I was speechless from a simple blowjob, but I certainly was from Paula's work. I could only say what I was thinking.

"Paula, I think you were literally born to suck dick."

She responded with a mere giggle, her mouth still stuffed with my member.

Even with my recently increased endurance, I felt my balls starting to boil and I intensely tried to savour every sensation of Paula's wet, warm, skillful teen mouth. I gave her no warning as my vision turned white from pleasure and I blasted my jizz into her welcoming mouth. I groaned something unintelligible with no concern for volume in my superbly soundproofed room. Paula obediently gulped down my seed with the eagerness of someone dying of thirst. I grabbed the back of her head and shoved her face all the way down my shaft for the final bursts of my extraordinarily large load. The young beauty reacted with the smallest of gags followed by uncontrollable moaning. The slut hadn't let a single drop escape her pretty lips.

My knees were suddenly weak. I pulled my dick out of the busty teen's throat and stumbled back to my chair behind my desk. I collapsed in complete disbelief of the pleasure I had just received. Before I could even catch my breath, Paula jumped off the medical bed with a concerned look on her face. Her sudden movements caused her busty boobs to bounce obscenely in her bra. The girl made simple movements look like the sluttiest live show in the world.

She dropped to her hands and knees on the cold tiled floor and crawled to where I sat, the weight of her breasts causing the teen juggs to hang low even in her bra, jiggling wildly with her movements, hanging off her like big cow udders.

"You're not even clean yet! I gotta get it all, Doctor! I want to be a healthy slut."

I said nothing, but gladly let the dumb girl bathe my shrinking dick with her dutiful tongue. The slut couldn't resist moaning even from the clean-up work. I was going to have to see this teen more often. Why couldn't she be my receptionist instead of boring, professional Jocelyn? It was such a waste for a busty 19-year-old body to be covered by the unflattering, non-revealing clothing choices Jocelyn sported every day.

Ugh, even the perfect blowjob from a gorgeous, busty bimbo teen couldn't keep my mind off of Jocelyn. If only I had a reason to fire her. I would much rather give the inflated salary to an incompetent slut like Paula. Jocelyn was good at her job, but that's not why I wanted a receptionist and it was also one of the reasons I resented her.

Paula finally finished up with my dick and whimpered sadly as she realized there was no more cum left and also that I was still soft. Even my improved bounceback rate couldn't recover from an orgasm like that at my age. I was done for a few hours at least. For once I thanked the fact that I only had senior citizens left on the schedule for the day.

"Did I do good, Doctor Nix? Am I going to be a healthy girl?"

"Yes, Paula, you're going to be a very healthy busty bimbo slut."

"Is being a bimbo a good thing too?"

"Yes, Paula. Now I need to do some paperwork here, but I want you to book an appointment with the front desk for next week."

"But-"

"Don't worry about the insurance, Miss Simmons. It took you ten years between visits before last time, so I want to make sure you grow up healthy and slutty now that you're an adult."

"Oh you're just the best! Everything in my life has been so good since I came to see you."

I smiled at the earnest girl. I hadn't felt guilty for my manipulation of naive sluts in over a decade, but I wasn't deluded enough to think I was doing this for the girls' own good. Still, I didn't particularly like making people unhappy, so I was glad to make these teens content in the slutty direction I nudged them in.

I don't know if Paula wanted any other responses from me, but I turned to my computer and pretended to be drawn into work. Paula got the hint and turned around to leave. She looked great in her skirt and bra, but the skirt unfortunately wasn't one to flatter the ass that looked so good in her tight jeans last visit, so the view wasn't exactly what I hoped for. As Paula reached the door, I called to her.

"Paula?"

"Yes, Doctor?" She said with an irritating eagerness.

"Your sweater, Paula."

"Oh!" She said with a mix of disappointment and embarrassment. I could tell she wanted more attention, but I wasn't sure if it was because I was an authority figure her father's age or because she just wanted some more dick. Either way I didn't care. It sounded like she had plenty of cock to suck at home. I stole a final peek at the teen's perfect double bowling ball bust as she slipped her sweater back on, but I made sure to look back at the screen when her big round head finally popped through the neckhole. I didn't want to give her any more openings.

"Um, goodbye Doctor Nix," she said.

"Goodbye Miss Simmons," I said pleasantly, but not looking at her. The stupid slut finally left.

I had twenty minutes before my next appointment, so I just relaxed in the afterglow of my recent orgasm. The blowjob had been so good that I didn't even have any regrets about not seeing Paula's naked tits or pussy. I'd have plenty of chances in the future.

Speaking of which, I logged into the server software that contained my schedule to see if Paula had booked a future appointment.

Good, next Wednesday. I continued looking forward in the schedule, however. I told myself it was just to get an idea of the following week, but secretly I knew what I was looking for. After my run-in with Julia, I was desperate to see her again. She had come at the end of a busy day and I hadn't been able to get hard enough to fuck her, even when she revealed that she had been saving her virginity for me even after all the years we hadn't seen each other.

To think that a gorgeous 25-year-old redhead like that would be mine to break in was a thought I couldn't forget for long. Of course, if I was even more honest with myself, I would know that Julia was one of the only women in my near half century on the planet to give me butterflies. I never willingly let smart strong women into my life (I had no idea Jocelyn would be either of those things when I hired her) but Julia was the one true exception. I treated her as a patient since she was a child and fucked her mouth like a slut since she turned 18. She was the only patient who I took advantage of that I actually cared about.

But that was only if I was really honest with myself, which I tried not to do.

And just like that it was time to continue with my day. I decided to be "Friendly Dr. Nix" and walked out to the waiting room to greet the patients myself. Because of Paula's visit, my good mood wasn't even an act. Jocelyn seemed to be in a good mood too, which worried me if anything. Although maybe it was just me, but it looked like she undid a button on her otherwise ugly and frilly old-lady blouse. I could ignore the fact that it looked like that stupid pirate shirt from Seinfeld on account of being able to see some of her cleavage for the first time since her interview.

And I'm being generous when I say "some". At least it proved as a reminder that she really did have skin despite never showing it.

The rest of the day passed by pleasantly. Despite all the old-person parts I was forced to look at and touch, I didn't find myself eagerly waiting for the day to be over. It's surprising what dumping a load down a willing teen's throat can do to a man.

As I said goodbye to my last patient, Mrs. Collins, a very sweet and very ancient old lady, I excused myself to the washroom. I only had to take a piss, but apparently I missed something while I was in there.

"Dr. Nix, you have an unexpected guest here to see you," said Jocelyn when I came out of the washroom.

"What, just now?"

"Yes, it was strange timing. Anyway, she seemed to know her way around and she insisted on waiting in your exam room. Sorry! I couldn't stop her."




Dr. Nix Ch. 03



"Er, that's fine," I said before rushing down the hall. Usually Jocelyn wasn't that irresponsible. I burst into my exam room, hoping there wasn't some thug chick looting the place.

It was not a thug. It was my former receptionist Stacey who was in the middle of removing her DD cup bra. Her eyes grew to the size of small saucers when she saw me and instinctively tried running toward me. But since she had obviously been rushing to get naked, her pleated skirt was still around her ankles and she fell straight forward.

I lurched ahead and caught her just in time, managing to close the door behind me with my foot.

"My hero," said the bimbo, her long eyelashes fluttering.

"Jesus Christ, Stacey," I said, "you have to warn me before you just show up! I didn't even know you were in town."

"I have the week off, Doctor! I wanted to surprise you. I'm going crazy without your big doctor dick."

I had to admit, it was nice to see her again. While Paula was giving her a run for her money, Stacey had always been the stupidest and most receptive slut. I had certainly missed her holes almost every day, so my annoyance at the surprise turned into a rekindled lust. I helped her stand up and step out of her panties properly. The now entirely naked teen dropped to her knees. Despite how much I had missed her skilled mouth, I had too much respect for the blowjob Paula had given me earlier. I pulled Stacey back onto her feet.

"Stacey, I trained you to be an incredible cock-sucker, but today you would only disappoint me. So instead, I'm going to fuck you from behind until I flood your pussy with my 45-year-old jizz."

"I don't get it, don't you need rain to have a flood?"

"Fuck, you're so fucking stupid," I said.

"But that's a good thing right? Like, I'm your stupid whore?"

I had never felt more proud.

"Damn straight, now bend over and take my big doctor dick."

Stacey obeyed, moaning like I was already fucking her. The skinny naked slut wiggled her flat little butt like her pussy was furiously craving my cock. Her voice - equal parts attractive and annoying - only confirmed it.

"Please, oh please Doctor Nix. I've missed your dick so much. So so much. I fuck and suck as many cocks as I can, but they're never as good as yours."

"You don't work for me anymore, you can call me 'daddy' instead of 'Doctor'."

"Huh? But you're not my daddy," said Stacey, still rotating her ass. She was so wet that I could see her juices running down her leg.

"I know, you dumb slut, but there's such thing as pretending. Call me 'daddy'"

"Okay daddy, if it'll make you fuck me."

"You've become such a spoiled little girl, you have to earn my cock."

"PLEEAASSE," she yelled. The desperate teen seemed to be losing her sanity to her craving for my dick. I loved the power.

"Beg me more," I said, somehow resisting even touching her.

"Daddydaddy please! Fuck your baby girl, fuck your slutty whore, fuck the girl who lives for your dick!"

I had planned on teasing her for longer, but Stacey shocked me with her words and I almost involuntarily jabbed my prick into her cunt. Stacey's cry was filled with as much relief as it was pleasure. She looked a little awkward, bending over with nothing to grip, but I also found the image erotic. Soon, my furious bucking made it difficult for her to keep her balance, so I grabbed her arms and kept her upright by using them as reins while I continued to ride her.

"Oh! Oh doctor! Ohmigod! Doctor Nix, I'm cumming! I'm cumming for you, daddy!"

Her words made me groan as they mixed with the image of her being fucked senseless. She looked like a ragdoll, gripped by my hands and being pistoned by my cock, her sizeable breasts swinging wildly under her. She was unable to do anything except spill dirty words out of her young mouth while letting her body be used for my pleasure. I did my best to keep my load back, I had missed fucking this dumb slut so much that I didn't want it to be over so quickly. I felt Stacey convulse and actually grow quieter as I felt the recognizable warmth of one of her orgasms. 

I couldn't care less if a girl came or not, but it did help my ego. Plus, it felt nice when Stacey did it; it wasn't always so noticeable with other girls.

I had to use more strength to keep the girl from collapsing as she recovered from her orgasm, but it paid off as she soon fell back into her dirty-talking ways.

"Come on, daddy! Cum in your good girl's pussy. Are you gunna dump that big load in me? Are you gunna fill me up, daddy? Please? Please, uh, fuck, oh god"

She could barely keep talking as I started to fuck her harder than I had fucked anybody in a long time. I let go off all abandon and railed her like a fuckdoll. Stacey lost herself to the perverse pleasure, and her rolled back eyes and violently swaying breasts finally pushed me over the edge. 

"OH FUCK" I yelled as Stacey regained just a little bit of her breath.

"Yesssss," she managed happily as she felt my seed fill her up, "I...uhhhh, I missed your thick cum in my...ohgod. In my pussy, Doctor."

I said nothing and let go of my grip on her arms as I felt my final spurt escape my aching dick. I had just had two of the greatest orgasms of my life from two different girls whose ages didn't even add up to mine when put together.

Stacey fell to the floor with a shocked squeal that turned into a playful giggle. She rolled on her back to catch her breath and I admired the way her jello-like breasts spread across the top of her chest until the tightness of her skin didn't let them fall any longer.

"Mmmm," Stacey moaned, "that was just as good as I was expecting. I really needed that."

She giggled some more to herself and moved her head around, glancing around the ceiling. I glanced at the circles of red I had left on her wrists and decided to let her have a moment to relax while I got dressed.

"I remember being on my back so much in this room, daddy," Stacey waxed nostalgic, "I memorized every little thing about this room during all the times you fucked me and fucked me and fucked me again. I dunno why you added those weird black things to the corners, though."

I froze.

"What?"

"Those little black circle thingies. They're so small, so they're not really nice decoration, I don't really get why you have them."

For the first time since I could remember, I felt myself panic. My body shook as I turned my head to the ceiling. The truth was quickly forming in my head, but my denial allowed me to still take a closer look just in case. Unfortunately, sometimes things are exactly as they appear.

Cameras.

Hidden cameras.

How the fuck could I have been so stupid? How was I so blind? 

I blinked first, then ran out of my office but I was too late. Jocelyn was gone, and seeing as she left her computer logged in, I guessed it was in a hurry. I opened the front door of my practice, but she had disappeared into the street. I cursed and walked back to the computer. 

I noticed a flashing tab on the taskbar. It was FTP software. There was a "successful upload" confirmation message and my stomach sank even further. I clicked "okay" and scanned the screen. Dozens of files were uploaded to a private server, all labeled by date and patient name. Of course I tried deleting them, but the action required a password. I vaguely heard Stacey calling from down the hallway, but it was blocked by the sound of my pounding head. My legs were so weak that the emergency cell vibrating in my pocket almost knocked me over. I scrambled for it. It was a text from Jocelyn.