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Doctor's Order

By: juanwildone



My thanks to 6_2male for his assistance.

Dr. Walter Westin looked out at the Aspen snowfall as a genial tranquility enveloped him. He looked toward the bathroom where his wife was getting ready for bed. At least those had been her words, "I need to get ready for bed dear." There were so many different ways of interpreting her meaning.

Yes, those were her words...that's exactly what she said. She had said these very words to him many, many times during their thirteen-year marriage, but tonight they seem to portend so much more. Walter felt his body respond to the implication in his mind. This was a side of his wife he was not exactly familiar with.

Back in their busy work lives they had experienced far too many months where having sex even once within a month would have made it a good one. Walter stretched and laced his fingers together behind his head. A smile came to his face as he mused over the fact that they had already had sex twice since they'd arrived two days ago!

Fully erect Walter wondered what his wife was doing behind that closed door. He glanced at his watch...she'd been in there close to half an hour. Well, whatever she was up to, it was shaping up to be a great New Year's Eve. 

At least it was until "The Flight of the Valkyries" began to play on his cell phone.

"Shit!" That tune meant one thing; one of his patients was calling with an emergency. He picked up the phone, looked at the caller ID, sighed, stood up, and pressed Answer.

"Hello Valerie, Happy New Year."

"Oh Dr. Westin, thank God I finally got a hold of you. I can't do this Doctor, I just can't. I'm a miserable failure. No one will ever want me – I'm damaged goods."

"Whoa Valerie, slow down and take a deep breath and let's start a dialogue. We'll take turns speaking – okay?"

"Of course Doctor, I'm sorry Doctor. I can't end the year like this. I can't go on..."

"Yes, Valerie that much is clear. Now it's my turn. First, you aren't damaged goods. You are a wonderful woman who has had to deal with a very challenging situation. No wife wants to find out that her husband is cheating on her. No wife wants to find out by walking in and catching him in the act. And certainly, no woman wants to find out that the man in her life is, in fact, having sex with another man and then leaves her for that man. Those would be hard facts for any person deal with Valerie. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes doctor, you're right. You're right." Valerie took a deep breath and let it slowly out. "I am not the problem here. I am dealing with the problem here."

"Good, Valerie. Very good. Now – why specifically have you called me?"

"I have to confess Doctor. I have to tell you the truth. I've lied to you Dr. Westin. I never went on any of those dates I told you about. I haven't had sex, or even kissed a man since walking in on Stephen and that man. I've lied to you Dr. Westin. I've lied to myself. I am such a loser!"

"Not at all Valerie, not at all. Do you realize Valerie that you've just accomplished a tremendous breakthrough here? Most patients lie to themselves and their therapist; it's why so few make any real progress. Your acknowledgement of your deception is a very important step. You need to know that this is actually very good. I'm looking forward to continuing this progress with you when I return...from my vacation."

"But doctor, I haven't had sex in almost two years. I made a New Year's resolution last year to meet a man and have sex. There are only a few hours to go and I haven't even gone on a date!"

"Well, what about rescheduling that resolution for the coming year. It's the progress you're making not the timeline. That's what matters, Valerie."

"You don't understand, Dr. Westin. It's like a fire is raging inside me. I've been masturbating everyday, sometimes more then once. I have to have sex and I've made a decision." There was a long drawn out inhalation. "I've decided that I am going to go to the nearest bar and find a man, any man, who will have sex with me and I will go bar to bar until I find some man somewhere who will...who will...who will do it...to me."

"Valerie, I don't see that as a real step forward, do you? Having sex with a complete strange, what would your reaction be if a dear friend of yours said that to you?"

"I'd think she was crazy. Oh Dr. Westin, I am crazy aren't I?"

"You are not crazy Valerie. Let's try something different here; will you indulge me for a moment here? Okay, can you think of any other time in your life when might have made a decision similar to this? And by "this" I mean the decision to have sex with another man for the very first time?"

"You mean, like when I lost my virginity?"

"You didn't lose your virginity, Valerie. It was time for you to no longer 'be' a virgin – when you were ready and you were with someone you felt comfortable with, you took that step. Can you look at this situation in a similar way?

"Sure I can look doctor, but I have to do something. I feel like I'm about to explode inside. I NEED TO BE FUCKED RIGHT NOW!"

"Alright, alright. Valerie, I seem to recall that you've spoken before of a neighbor of yours. He's done some handyman things for you. Is that correct?"

"You mean Larry? He has an apartment just down the hall from mine. He's that really nice older guy, the one whose wife passed away a couple of years ago."

"Yes, Larry. You've described him as a very nice older man – someone you trust, is that true?"

"Yes, he's helped me a couple of times with little household emergencies."

"Wouldn't you characterize your intention to have sex with a complete stranger an emergency?"

"Well, yes I suppose so. OHMIGOD! You want me to have sex with Larry?"

"No Valerie, I didn't say that. I'm asking you to consider this is an emergency situation that Larry might be able to help you with."

"But he's so much older then I am. He must be...he must be..."

"Breathe Valerie, breathe. Take a breath, Valerie."

"Huhhhhhhhhh! I'm breathing, Dr. Westin, I'm breathing. Doctor, I've never seen him with any women. He's never talked about dating or even made a pass at me He does flirt with me though, I kind of like the way he flirts. What should I do? I don't know what to say? I've never done anything like this before."

"Valerie, go to his apartment and knock on the door. If he answers, tell him you have an emergency. Do this now, Valerie." Dr. Westin was actually hoping that Larry would not be home. Hopefully the act of seeking out a sexual partner might be enough to satisfy Valerie until tomorrow. Once New Years Eve was past, he was confident Valerie would be able to reevaluate her situation.

Dr. Westin waited silently as he heard a very long pause filled with breathing. Then he heard a door open, the sound of footsteps, a very deep breath, and a knock on a door. Though the man's voice was away from the phone, Walter could hear him clearly enough. 

"Hello Valerie...wow, look at you. Going to a New Years Eve party?" The tone of the voice was friendly and conversational.

"Oh...hi...Larry." Valerie replied. Dr. Westin noticed a change in Valerie's tone, a softer quality he had never heard before. "I'm talking to my therapist, Dr. Westin. He's in Aspen Colorado with his wife for the holidays. Dr. Westin, are you still there?"


"Why are you talking to your therapist?"

"Yes, Valerie I'm here. Tell him you have an emergency back at your apartment."

Dr. Westin listened as Valerie told Larry of her emergency and asked for his help. He heard Larry ask Valerie about the emergency as they returned to Valerie's apartment. There was a long pause in reply. He heard Larry ask again about the emergency, and another long pause. Dr. Westin silently urged Valerie to say something – anything.

"It's my wiring – I mean my plumbing!" Valerie almost shouted the words.

"Your wiring and your plumbing? Or is it just your plumbing. What's wrong with your plumbing, Valerie?"

"It hasn't been used in over two years." Valerie's voice sounded strained.

"What?"

Dr. Westin listened quietly as a long pause filled the strange conversation. In a voice just above a whisper he urged Valerie to tell Larry just exactly what she needed.

"Larry, I...I need...I need a man...I need you. I need you right now."

"Valerie, you're trembling. May I have the phone?"

Dr. Westin heard the phone being handled and wondered just where he's lost control of this situation tonight. He supposed it was when he took Valerie's call. He knew little about this Larry character, could he be trusted. Valerie seemed comfortable enough with him. He decided to trust Larry.

"Dr. Westin is it? Hi, my name is Larry McCormick and I'm a neighbor of...Valerie, what are you doing? If you need to get dressed for a party I can...Whoa, I think maybe I'd better be going..."

"No Larry, there's something I want to show you. There's something you need to see. I need you to tell me if it's alright. If I'm alright..."

"I'm seeing plenty right now. Oh my, you are one beautiful woman Valerie...wow." 

"Do you really think I'm beautiful Larry?"

"Doc, you still there?" Dr. Westin strained to hear the soft whisper. "She's naked! Valerie has taken off all her clothes. What should I do?"

Dr. Westin felt a momentary wave of panic. What if this went all wrong? What if something happened to Valerie? What if...? 

"Larry, I am Dr. Walter Westin. Valerie has been my patient and I have been treating her for over a year now. She is a wonderful woman as I'm sure you know. I can't tell you exactly what to do...there, in the situation that you're in right now. But I can tell you that Valerie needs something that only you can give her. I don't know if you understand the full extent of the situation with her ex-husband, but she could really use the intimate companionship of a man right now. I'm concerned if she is allowed to go out, she might do something drastic, possibly dangerous. She greatly requires a man right now.

"And I don't mean just to talk with; I can talk with her almost anytime. What she needs right now, I cannot, for professional reasons, provide her. Nor would my wife, for obvious marital reasons, be pleased if I personally took Valerie's therapy in the direction she needs right now.. 

"Valerie means a man to validate her as a woman; a desirable, sexual woman. She needs someone she trusts. She needs someone who respects her, and will be there for her in this very challenging time for her. If you are that man, then...well, I guess there is no need for me to tell you precisely what to do. 

Dr. Westin began to warm to the task at hand. Absentmindedly he began to stroke his own erection. "Now Larry, I'd like to offer you some suggestions regarding Valerie's needs and the direction you may need to take. First and foremost, if you chose to help Valerie in this manner it is incumbent upon you that you make every effort to she needs to be completely fulfill..."

Dr Westin paused as he heard muffled sounds of a phone being fumbled with.

"Dr. Westin, Valerie here. I'm getting – ohhhh - all the fulfilling I – oh God – I need right now – oh Larry, Stephen never did – OHHHHH!"

The bathroom door open and Dr. Westin's wife stood backlit before him. She looked at the phone in one hand and his erect cock in the other. Realizing just what she was seeing he shrugged in apology, released his cock, and mouthed silently, "It's a patient."

She turned off the bathroom light and crossed the room to the bed.

Dr. Westin felt his wife pull his phone away from his ear. The sounds of Valerie's growing pleasure filled the room. She looked at her husband with arching brows and no small degree of skepticism.

"Oh yes Larry, don't stop. God, please don't stop. Yes! YES! Oh that is so good, so deep..." The slap of skin on skin boomed from the tiny speaker. The rhythm and volume of the sounds increased with the moaning groans of panting breath.

"Oh Larry...Oh Valerie!" Then silence.

Dr. Westin watched as his wife placed his phone on the table beside the bed. He finally noticed that she was wearing a diaphanous silk slip that he had never seen before. Her hard nipples dented the material as he brushed his fingertips across the underside of her breasts.

"Well Doctor, it looks like you've solved one woman's sexual problem tonight. Think you got enough in you to solve my problem?" She stood beside the bed and pushed the thin straps off her shoulders. She reached behind her back. As the zipper was pulled down the upper part of the slip release and fell away from her breasts. She lifted her left foot and held it in front of her husband. She began to speak like a little schoolgirl.

"I have a real bad problem with my big toe. Can you kiss it and make it better? Mmmmm, that's helping a little." She reluctantly pulled her foot away and brought the other up. "Maybe you need to do the same with this toe."

"Actually Doctor, now that I think about it. I think the problem is between my toes." She pushed her slip over her hips and let it fall to the floor. "Can you kiss it and make it better?"

Dr. Walter Westin gazed in wonder at the flawless vision of white before him. So that's what she was doing in there all this time. He had never seen his wife smooth; the effect was stunning to say the least. Uncomfortably arousing to be quite frank. He couldn't help but wish she had somehow managed to put together a semblance of a Catholic schoolgirl uniform. That would have been, well maybe that would have been too much.

His wife smiled at his lust filled visage. She pushed him back onto the bed and, gripping the headboard, straddled his face.

"Now, I want soft, slow, circular licks; clockwise and counter clockwise. Fingertips feather light, up and down along the crack of my ass. Make me cum twice Walter and I'll blow you in the morning. Think of this as Doctor's orders."

Doctor's Orders



Advisory: If you must read story codes, they are included at the end of this story. It is the author's opinion that this story is more satisfying if read without expectations. 

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The steam hung in the bathroom, but the hot water from the shower had long since cooled to lukewarm. Steven's thoughts were elsewhere, as he tightened the grip on his cock, bringing it to its full 6" length. He had that sense of energy that follows the tiredness from hard work, and the sweat and dirt from mowing the lawn had long since been washed from his body. The bathing forgotten, it was the hardness of his cock in his hand that captured his complete attention, as he soaped and lathered it, stroking repeatedly. His balls hung loosely as they swayed back and forth, occasionally hitting against his hand. 

He wasn't thinking of anything particular, but just enjoying the time alone, comfortable with the thoughts of how satisfying sex had been lately with his wife. He felt the familiar stirrings within balls, and slowed his pace somewhat, enjoying the ride along the edge that precedes orgasm. He replaced the bar of soap in the tray, and tried using his right hand to stroke himself. Steven was right handed, but for whatever reason, his left hand did that particular job the best. It wasn't long before he was coming down from his sensual high, and, really, he hadn't planned on cumming in the shower, anyway. He didn't want to have to clean it up or explain any sticky remains to his wife. Hayley. His wife! 

Thoughts of her quickly restored his cock to its full size. Brunette, blue eyes, 37 years old, maybe 125 lbs. Perfect tits. They hung only a little lower than when they had first married 15 years earlier, and they had grown two inches. 38 C's. Perfect. Looking down, there was one sizeable drop of pre-cum perched on the slit of his cock, and he cleaned it off with the tip of his finger before the shower could wash it away. The drop of pre-cum he savored on his tongue. Why? Because he liked it. As he did this, he caught himself on the edge of cumming, and abruptly stopped the furious stroking of his cock...just in time. 

Knowing that dinner would soon be ready, he turned off the water and opened the shower curtain. He had just an instant to recognize that his wife, clothed, was kneeling on the floor at the edge of the tub. Her hands shot out and grabbed his cock, pulling him into her mouth. His wife had never particularly enjoyed giving blowjobs, and as far as he could remember, hadn't let him cum in her mouth since before they were married. That was likely to change. She devoured his cock, sucking it so fiercely that he had to step out of the wet tub to keep his balance. She moved with him, using one hand to pull the skin of his cock toward the base, with the tightest of grips. The head of his cock swelled purple and massive as her mouth again descended on it, her head bobbing furiously as she alternately sucked and licked it. Her eyes never left his as she ravished his cock, the picture of pure submission.

Just as he knew she had to be surprised to find him with a hard cock just after a shower, he was also sure she didn't know that he had a load of cum "cocked and locked" before she even touched him. His body tightened as he fought to control his orgasm, but she sensed it, too. Both of her hands reached around and clenched his ass, pulling his balls deep into her mouth. After less than a minute of what was otherwise the perfect blowjob, he unloaded. Spurt after spurt kept shooting the short distance to the back of her mouth. And still her blue eyes looked up at him, pleading to please in their way.

He could see cum escape her lips, dripping down her chin and onto her blouse as the last of his orgasm subsided. As she pulled her mouth away, she licked her lips before extending her tongue to wipe the cum off the head of his cock. Steven could see the gooey whiteness of his cum on her tongue and teeth as she continued to bathe his cock. She licked her fingers, wiped her chin, and then licked them again. Then, she stood, and, in a casual manner, as if she was telling him the forecast had a 30% chance of rain, she said, "Dinner's ready." Her breath carried the powerful scent of his cum, making his senses reel. She turned and let herself out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Unreal.

What was going on? And who was this stranger that looked like his wife?

When Hayley returned to the kitchen, she decided that battling herself was pointless. She had a need to cum and, therefore, would. Steven would be at least a few minutes, anyway. She moved quickly to their den and sank into their couch. She raised her skirt, and she felt the heat of her body quickly remove the coolness of the leather couch. She felt...wanton. And she had been. She reached between her legs and began rubbing her clit. If Steven came down the steps and saw her, he would find his wife giving him a perfect view of her cunt. She didn't really want Steven to find her this way, but the naughtiness of it, and of what she had just done with Steven, gave her all the imaginative fantasy... But it wasn't fantasy. She had actually done it. Remembering the sight of his swollen cock, and the velvety feel of his cock in her hand, against her tongue, in her cheeks, and finally filling her mouth to her throat, she gave herself over to her climax, cumming with loud moans. Her desires hoped he would hear her, find her spread and fuck her; her shyness hoped that the orgasm would quickly diminish in time for her to straighten herself up.

She managed to stifle her moans as her orgasm finished its convulsing, and, catching her breath, she climbed off the couch. She went to the kitchen to grab a paper towel to wipe up the wetness she had left behind. So much wetness for so short a time. She returned to the kitchen and was about to use the ladle to scoop out stew that had been cooking in the crock-pot all day, when she realized that she hadn't really cleaned her hand. She wiped her gooey hand and fingers on the edge of a bowl. That would be Steven's bowl. She couldn't help but grin. And now that she was returning to her senses, the wetness of her cunt was giving her chills because of the air-conditioning. She wasn't wearing panties, but for the life of her, she couldn't think why not. She had planned on the blowjob, and Steven wouldn't recover fast enough to give her a good fuck. What had she been thinking? She raised her skirt slightly and raked a couple of fingers across her cunt, scooping her fluids. She wiped her fingers on Steven's bowl. Damn! She was wet. She scooped again, and again, until she was more or less dry. 

Most of her juices had gathered in a small pool at the bottom of the bowl, but were otherwise stuck on the downslope of the bowl. She emptied a ladle of stew into it, obscuring what she knew was mixing with his dinner. Screw him if he can't take a joke, she thought. He'll probably never taste it anyway. She placed their bowls and drinks on the table and went to the bathroom to check herself.

Some of Steven's cum had dried on her chin, and she saw that some was on her blouse. She was about to wash up when she felt a sense of wrongness about it. What seemed right was to leave it as it was, tantalizing Steven through dinner and beyond. A grin again spread across her lips, and a wonderful sense of fulfillment washed over her.

Although she felt good physically of late, she had developed a concern that she wasn't pleasing Steven sexually. She fairly frequently had assorted sinus infections, back and neck pain, and just general aches that seemed to reduce her interest in physical intimacy. But for the last few months, she only had some minor neck or back pains, and even that occurred on rare days. She loved Steven, and with her body feeling good, he had to know that she loved him. To have and to hold, that was the vow.

The love was there. The commitment was there. But something nagged at her, telling her that she needed to prove herself sexually to him, to be the aggressor, the experimenter, the temptress. She wondered where all these ideas for sex had been hiding, because for the past 15 years, love-making just occurred...naturally...in its own time. It was rare that she fantasized about anything. She did enjoy romance novels, but she never actually fantasized about Steven. Anything other than watching his cock spurt cum onto her breasts. That was still her favorite. Oh yes. She heard Steven descending the stairs, so she quickly rubbed yet more fluids from her cunt, then hurriedly wiped it off on her napkin, except just a little "bit" on Steven's spoon. She gave him a nice smile as he entered.

Steven was driving to work the following morning, a grin his face, where it had been stuck for weeks, it seemed. The visual images of the perfect blowjob the previous evening and of his cum leaking from Hayley's lips, which were wrapped around his cock... He had to stop thinking about that. It was unsafe to drive with one hand on the wheel and the other rubbing his rock hard cock through his slacks. Still, he marveled at it, now certain that, yes, that was only the second "complete" blowjob she had ever given him. And then to have to eat dinner seeing small globs of white cum drying on her black blouse...and those bits on her cheek and chin... It was more than he could take. Still, it didn't limit his shock when, after finishing dinner, she had stood up, dropped her skirt, bent over the dinner table, spread her legs and said, "Don't ask. I just need to be fucked, right here, right now!" As he stood behind her, removing his shorts, she had reached between her legs, parting her cunt lips, moist - no - wet, forming the perfect invitation. He couldn't think of Hayley ever having offered her cunt so brazenly. His cock had been kind to both of them, and he was able to watch for what seemed like forever as he slid in and out of his wife's cunt, before shooting whatever jism remained into her. 

Dammit! He felt his balls tighten, and he came in his pants. At the next light, he looked for napkins in the glove compartment and couldn't find any. And, it was still a 30-minute commute to the office. He thought that surely there couldn't be much cum left over after last night, but the wetness in his pants didn't reassure him. 

What WAS going on? Only a couple of months ago, he was happy to get a nice feel of one of her tits without getting snarled at. Why couldn't he just jump into this slice of heaven that she was presenting him? Everything felt right...but something felt wrong. It didn't make any sense. Anything other than vanilla "making love" had always been left to him to initiate, and always with the possibility that she wouldn't be interested. Why the change? He had to think.

For the past 6 weeks or so, her desires had been more frequent and much more imaginative. It had begun with little changes. Sex on the couch. Sex on the floor. A slow grind of his cock with her hand under a restaurant table, a night out without a bra. She had been willing to do these things before, but it was never her idea to it. But it was more than that; she was getting clever about it.

As he thought back, he hadn't even noticed that she wasn't wearing the bra that evening, because it had always been safe to assume that she was, particularly if wearing dresses or anything at all that revealed her form. She was always so shy about revealing her figure, and particularly wearing anything tight on her chest. She had let him know that she wasn't wearing a bra as she was getting into their van, after dinner, in a crowded parking lot. For once, he had acted the gentleman and opened the door for her. She had sat, with her feet on the door well, and making a pained face and twisting in some sort of discomfort said, "There's something in my shirt." With the door still open, she raised her blouse, slowly, to expose one of her 38 C's, the nipple hardening quickly. She grasped under her breast raising it, looking down at it, and then pinched her nipple, rolling it briefly between her fingers. "Oh, that's all it is." 

She had winked at him, turned forward in her seat, fastened her seat belt, and only then did she lower her blouse back into place. He was faced with walking around the car with an obviously stiff cock in his pants, capturing the eye of a lady who had just parked her car. This type of exhibition just didn't happen with his wife, and especially in daylight in an area with people around. His previous requests for quick flashes were always greeted by a deep sigh, followed by a "if I have to" roll of the eyes and the briefest of glimpses of a breast. He loved her breasts. He wouldn't stop asking. 

Before they were married, Hayley had a spirit of adventure, or at least, a nympho's desire for a cock within her cunt at every available chance, which was still limited due to a long distance weekend romance. He could remember sex on the roof of a dorm in college, in a lobby of a locked building that they had sneaked into, on her parent's den floor while her parents were asleep, in a car on the side of a road, on the roof of a downtown hotel, in a motel room when four friends were sleeping, on the beach in the afternoon, in a golf fairway at night... It didn't surprise him that sex in married life would become less frequent, or that their likes and dislikes would settle into more or less a permanent, less exciting, compromise. But it did surprise him now that, after all these years, she seemed to be getting spontaneity back. Again, why? He arrived at the office, and after a brief detour to the restroom, began thinking on other matters.

It seemed to Hayley that since mid-morning, all she could think about was "5:30." That was when Steven would be home from work. It had been about a week since her last surprise, and although they had made love once during the weekend, her doubts about her sexual inadequacy were rising again. At 4:30, she took a bath. A long, luxurious one. Scented bath oil. A candle on the edge of the tub. "5:30" crossed her mind. She checked the clock. No, not yet. She re-read her favorite Romance novel, a wickedly sensuous story in which a young woman is captured by a muscular pirating Viking, who rapes her for weeks following his conquest, then falls in love with her battling spirit. And she for him. She fingered her clit. She imagined how horrible it would be to be captured, and taken like that. The thought of "5:30" awakened her from her dreamy masturbations. It was now 5:10, and the water had cooled. She got out of the tub, toweled herself dry, brushed her hair, and sprayed herself with just a hint of perfume on her neck. 

She went downstairs, removed the vacuum cleaner from its closet, plugged it in, and waited by the window to watch for Steven returning home. She was sure this would please him.

He entered the house, admittedly thinking about sex. Steven was thinking all had returned to normal, as the weekend's sex had been "ordinary," in their bed, but very loving, very satisfying. He parked the car in the garage, entered the kitchen and heard vacuuming from the Den. He turned the corner and found Hayley vacuuming the den, naked. Only once before had she done housework naked, and that was just topless. The air-conditioner had broken and it had been hot in the house. The air-conditioner was working now... And yet, here she was... The noise from the vacuum meant that she probably hadn't heard either the garage door opener or the kitchen door, and he was able to watch from behind as her breasts gently swung with the sweeping motions that she made. Her back was slightly bent so that the fullness of her breasts jiggled in a way that made his cock instantly hard and uncomfortable in his pants. She leaned over to pick something off the floor, and he could see her wispy cunt hair between her legs, visible clearly against the light coming in from the den window. 

He retreated into the kitchen slightly, so that she wouldn't see him. After he quickly shed his clothes, he raced to her from behind. With his left hand, he seized her dangling breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers, finding the nipple already stiff. At the same time, his right hand reached around her waist and found her cunt with his fingers. She was wet. She gave a startled jump, dropped the vacuum cleaner, and leaned forward, placing her hands on the window sill, arching her ass in invitation. She hadn't even looked to make sure it was him. As he placed his hands on her pelvis, he saw that she had written, somehow, the words "FUCK ME" on her ass in red ink. He rammed his cock home, his hands still on her pelvis, pulling her against him with each thrust. And even as the pleasure within his cock fought coherent thought, he wondered what had made her so wet. Vacuuming in the nude? No. Being nude in front of the window where others could see? Maybe. Probably not. It would be unlikely that anyone would see her. Her panting turned into moans, becoming short screams, her whole body bucking against him, crying out a desire for passion. With the smacking sounds of his balls slapping against her ass and a slight reflection in the window of her breasts swinging savagely in time with each thrust, he felt his cock swell to a rare fullness. It was a fullness that he knew she had to feel stretching her cunt lips, because the tightness and the furnace that was her cunt gave him no choice but to shoot his load.

She wasn't done with him. She pushed him onto the floor, and somehow his cock remained stiff enough for her to sit atop him and grind her cunt into him. She tantalized him with her breasts, lowering them to his lips and then pulling away just as he was about to capture them with his mouth. She knew her breasts were the tools that could keep him hard as a rock. She finally raised herself on her legs, squatted over him, slamming herself down on his cock repeatedly, which gave him a great view of his cock piercing his lovely wife. As she began her orgasm, he could feel their fluids run down his cock and between his legs. She finally placed her fingers at her clit and brought herself off to a climax that ended with a throaty "yeeeeesSSSS!" that sounded like it had waited ages to emerge. He came again, just as her leg strength gave out and she fell across his chest. His cock slipped from between her legs, and after no more than a minute, she rose to turn the vacuum cleaner off, and she went up the stairs. It was the best way possible to come home from work, but he hoped, maybe, they could actually share a kiss later.

In the bathroom, Hayley felt that she was, truly, the best wife in the world. How could any woman please her man more? She had been provocative and surprising, and it was downright fun! It had seemed that she was out of her mind, unable to think, as her body responded to Steven's cock spreading her sensitive areas, pistoning within her as she was "taken" by "her" unseen man. Her body was satiated, her mind satisfied that "5:30" had been worth the wait. She was absently staring at herself in the bathroom mirror, when she began to focus on her body. Maybe her right breast hung a little lower than the other, but she was pleased with her luminous skin. She marveled at all the pink flushes in her skin, the redness of her swollen cunt lips. She turned, watching, and... What? How - WHEN - had Steven managed to write THAT there? 

He was thankful, yes. But now the suspicions wouldn't go away. He couldn't admit to himself that she was having an affair, but the seemingly weekly regularity of this sexual lioness invited all kinds of unsettling thoughts.

A few days later, Hayley went off to run some errands, so he used the time to search around the house for any clues as to what might have ignited her libido. He searched under the bathroom sink, through her closet, her desk, and her bedside table. He booted her computer and checked her e-mails, documents and any other place that might provide a clue. He didn't know what he was looking for, and he didn't find it. X-rated videotapes, letters from an admirer, appointments on her calendar...nothing. He decided to start recording these "events" on his own calendar, hoping they would continue, but fearing a pattern would emerge.




Doctor's Orders



The last appointment! Friday was nearly over at last. This had been a hell of a week, and I was anxious for the weekend to start. I'm a doctor, a urologist to be exact. Yeh, I know what they say, 'he's a dick doc'! My name is Jim Morris, and I'm 53 years old, six feet even, and weigh 172. I've been divorced for almost ten years, and wanted to retire by now, but the divorce decree stopped those plans. And, oh yeh, I love cocks! Figures doesn't it. During my 25 years of practice I estimate that I have conservatively seen at least 15,000 pricks. All sizes, shapes, and colors.

I picked up the folder of my last patient of the day. I glanced through it quickly looking for the notes my assistant had taken during the telephone interview after booking the appointment. Her notes were readable, a vice I didn't have. Oh shit! A new patient! That meant an extended session as I noted that he needed a consultation and initial exam. Crap! There went any chance of getting out of her at a reasonable time. Don't get me wrong, I love my work. It is satisfying to know that you actually could make many men healthy again. Sometimes you weren't so lucky. During the years I had my share of being the one to discover penile or testicular cancer. Most survived, thankfully, but a few didn't. If men weren't so stubborn about putting off seeing a doctor when they know something is wrong, many lives could be saved. Not to mention their nuts!

The file said that Mr. Jerald Gibbons was 60 years old, had just moved to town within the last month, was divorced, and had excellent insurance. In big letters she had written that he answered to the name "Red", and not to call him Mr. Gibbons or Jerald. I smiled, obviously Cindy, my assistant, had made that mistake. I nodded to myself, committing the name to memory. I liked getting to know my patients, and was not one of those stuffy docs that tried to impress people with all their degrees and years of training. The only other entry was a note that she had a feeling that 'Red' didn't feel comfortable talking to her, and that she really hadn't gotten much personal information from him about whether or not there was something wrong or just a new patient wanting to establish roots by picking out his doctor in a new town.

A soft knock on my office door startled me a little. Cindy popped her head in and informed me that the last patient of the day was in Exam Room 2. It was straight up five o'clock and he was right on time. Putting on my white lab coat and straightening my tie, I told Cindy that she and the staff could go on home, that I would close up. She looked relieved and thanked me, saying she was just finishing up Exam Room 1. She hoped I had a good weekend and was gone. This wasn't a fancy big city office, just a staff of three and myself. I had nearly 100 regular patients, most of them my age or older, many of them with Diabetes. Now there's a real sneaky disease. It just sneaks up on you and you continually get worse if not treated. If it smacked you right in the face and forced you to bed maybe more people would take care of it,or control it at least. I hoped Jerald 'Red' Gibbons wasn't a new Diabetic patient.

After a short walk down the hall, I knocked boldly on the door and entered the exam room. He sat on the cold, black vinyl of the exam table, his hands folded across his lap. My first impression was that he looked very healthy. He was not overweight, I didn't see any cigarettes in the breast pocket of his polo style shirt, and he had the look of someone who took care of himself with regular exercise. Strolling up to him, I extended my hand to him. 

"I'm Dr. Morris, but you call me doc or Jim, in fact just about anything will do. I'm glad you chose me to be your doctor!" 

He took my hand and shook it firmly. He appeared to be studying me as if this was some kind of try out for me. I must have passed.

"I'll be damned! I go by 'Red', and it's nice to meet a doc who knows how to shake a man's hand." His remarks seemed to be directed to himself more than me.

"How can I help you Red?" I asked casually. 

I liked him already. No pretense here, just a man who needed a doctor I guessed. He told me some things I already knew. He explained that he was new in town, and that he felt a man his age needed a urologist he could depend on. I nodded and let him continue. He was a grandfather to three boys. I looked up from my note taking, a little surprised. I didn't hear that story often. I felt that he needed someone to talk to as much as needing a Urologist, so I asked about the boys. He bowed his head slightly and said that his son and daughter had been killed in boating accident. He was the only family the boys had left except their grandmother, his ex-wife who lived 3000 miles away. He caught me glancing at my watch. Damn! I hadn't meant to do that! Just a bad habit I had I guess. He looked up again, this time directly into my eyes!

"Doc, I think I may be wasting your time and mine both. I don't think I should even be here. It's just that my penis has been acting strange lately!"

I smiled to myself. He said the word 'penis' as if it were in a foreign language. That was obviously not the name he usually used for that part of his anatomy.

"Just tell me about it."

"Look doc, I'm not as educated as you, and I don't know all the fancy names for all the parts, and this whole damn thing is making me real nervous!"

I had seen this type reaction a million times, the type reaction that indicates that they feel uncomfortable around any doctor. Somehow, as doctors, we weren't considered to be one of the boys. I knew there was something really bothering him and I had to get Red loosened up so he would tell me the whole story. Through many years of working with men, I had learned the secret a long time ago.

I stood and put a hand on his shoulder. I noticed he was wringing his hands and almost trembling as he spoke. I admired his body. He was in good shape, that was obvious. I also saw something else. He had a really nice crotch basket hidden beneath his golf shorts! He was showing about 4 inches. Now,was he a 'shower" or a 'grower'? I intended to find out soon enough!

"Well, Red, I'm sure as hell not in to fancy words either. Now what the hell is wrong with your cock, or prick, or just plain old dick anyway? Just talk to me as if you and I were a couple of old farts that had known each other a hundred years!" He smiled and laughed at the same time. The tension was broken. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"My fucking cock gets hard around my grandsons, and I don't know what to do about it! I think I'm becoming a pervert!"

Being a Urologist you learn to be a little bit of a sex counselor and educator too. I deal with sexual dysfunction on a daily basis. That's a major part of my job. Sexuality is both mental and physical I explained to Red. I suggested that we try and eliminate the physical aspect of his problem. I had him take off his pants and underwear and lean back on his elbows as I examined him. Surprisingly, he did it without pause or concern. I was right again. There on the table lay a real nice 4 inch slab of uncircumcised dick.

"Tell me more about your grandsons Red, and don't worry, I need to examine you, but when you leave here you'll still have your cock!" I remarked as I picked it up by the shaft and started to examine him closely.

I found out that his grandsons were 20, 19, and 18, and that he had sold his place in Florida so that he could keep the boys together in familiar surroundings. He missed his golf buddies, and hadn't met many people yet. I could tell he was very lonely.

"They tease me doc! They run around the house all the time half naked! Their nipples showing and their cute little butts just barely covered! I gave up smoking cigarettes 20 years ago, but now I find myself sneaking out on the patio for a cigar all the time when the boys are in bed! I sure could use a cigar right now! I tell myself I just do it to calm down, but damn they do taste good!"

"I know what you mean! I'm a closet cigar smoker too!" I announced, as I felt his meat starting to swell. It was up to 5 inches now and starting to thicken too.

"No shit?!"

"No shit! Here, take one of mine, I hope you like it!" I said, taking one from the leather case I keep in my shirt pocket and handing it to Red.

"I see you like 'em real thick doc! You like 'em about 6-7 inches long too I see. There's something about a 54 ring cigar this length that just feels right when it's stuck in your mouth! Right Doc?" 

Both our cocks jumped instantly. For a moment I considered that he was coming on to me. I still wasn't sure as I saw and felt his cock really beginning to swell. If he only knew I was sprouting a good size boner too!

"What else do the boys do Red? Seems pretty harmless to me so far."

"That's what I thought too at first. Figured it was just that I wasn't getting any pu....I mean, uhh, not having sex since I got here and all, that was all there was to it, but I was wrong."

"Red, if you're used to getting pussy regularly and all of a sudden it's not there anymore, your mind and body will do strange things to make up for it. By the way, your foreskin seems a little tight." I said, trying to act casual, as I slowly slid his skin up and down the now 7 inch shaft. 

How big was this sucker going to get? My cock began to leak in my underwear as I considered the possibilities. I could almost swear that I heard Red moan slightly.

"Grant, that's the oldest boy, runs around naked all the time, his hairy cock flopping in the breeze! He'll stand there and stoke his nearly 9 inch prick while he says were all men here so why should he have to get dressed up for us! It's probably good that he does go naked because every pair of underwear is yellowed with cum stains! He smokes too, hell, all the boys do, they say their dad knew about it. I asked him why he started and he said he liked to smoke a cigarette after he fucked one of his girl friends! Last week I was putting some socks in his drawer and I found a 10 inch dildo. He walked in about that time, saw me staring at it, and said I could borrow it if I wanted to!"

I gulped hard as Red grew another inch. 

"The other two, Justin and Jake, figure if Grant can get away with this kind of shit so can they! Hell fire! I've even started running around bare ass naked!" 

Red was on a roll, so I let him continue. Besides my mouth was dry as cotton. Precum oozed from the uncovered cockhead and slid down the shaft as I raised his cock straight up to check his furry balls.

"Uhm, doc! Shit man! I didn't know an exam would feel this good!" he laughed and groaned at the same time. "Damn, I could sure smoke a cigar right now! Can't you just taste that fragrant smoke rolling around in your mouth?"

"Just relax, I'll be done before too long.

"Take your time Jim, take your time!" He was using my first name now I noticed. He must be feeling more comfortable about talking.

"Justin, he's the middle one, gets calls from girls all the time. I overheard him telling some little gal with big tits that he had brought over to the house a few times that he really liked eating her pussy, especially after he had just cum in her! He always waits until I'm in the bathroom, and then he walks in holding his 7 incher telling me he needs to piss! Kid cusses like a fucking sailor. I don't know where the hell he got that!"

Funny, but I had a pretty good idea.

"He can't go wee-wee or peepee, or even pee, hell no, this shit for brains has got to piss! Fuck Jim! I'm sorry man, but my cock is gonna get hard here real soon! It feels like it's on fire!"

"Don't worry about it Red. Happens to damn near everybody,it's only natural."

Red was at 8-1/2 inches and beginning to slow down. The top of my right hand was soaked in his clear liquid as I massaged his nuts with my left hand. He spasmed as I rolled his thick balls between my fingers. First the right one, then the left one, and then both together. I hoped he couldn't see the wet spot in my suit pants as I really worked him over. I shifted my hips slightly to pull the front of my lab coat over the growing ooze spot.

"No sign of hernias, that's good!" I remarked clinically, hating to release his thick, furry family jewels. "You haven't told me anything about Jake, I take it he's the good one?"

"Good one my ass! He finds every reason on earth to run around naked too! What's more he's always 'accidentally' dropping something in front of me so that he can bend over and show me his little asshole! Would you believe he has thick hair around that pink little rosebud?!" Red exclaimed, sounding proud.

I hated to, but I was forced to release his swollen prong for a minute to write down my findings on his chart. I made sure to keep my back to him so that he wouldn't see how aroused I had become. Dammit, now I needed a cigar bad too!

"Didn't mean to make you stop Jim." Red said, smiling.

"Oh, you didn't, and now for the best part!" I said, smiling back as I snapped on a new pair of rubber gloves. "Gotta check your prostate gland old buddy! When's the last time you had a PSA test done?"

"More than a year ago. I figured you'd get to that sooner or later, dammit!" Red whinned, in a not too convincing voice.

"You know the drill, get up on all fours and spread your legs apart for me." 

Again surprising me, he quickly raised himself, getting on his hands and knees effortlessly. He turned his head to the side as he lay against his folded arms. I now stood directly behind him as I prepared to lubricate his ass! The view was merely magnificent! I was distrated by two hairy balls hanging low, almost touching the vinyl! I could only see part of his cock as it tried hard to slap against his taut, firm stomach.

"You'd never guess what Jakey did Tuesday morning! I was taking a shower when in walks our little hero and stands at the pot facing the toilet. He acts like he doesn't even know that I'm there. The little shit takes his cock in his hand and starts to jack off right there, not 5 feet away from me! In just a few seconds he's hard as a fucking rock! I turn off the shower and open the glass doors to make some noise just in case he's still so sleepy that he really doesn't know I'm there. He looks over to me and smiles and continues fisting his good sized monster until he begins to moan, throws his head back slightly, and starts to shoot 5 or 6 thick ropes of cum down into the toilet!"

I stuck my finger right into his rectum with no warning. He grunted with surprise from my sneak attack.

"Sorry Red, guess I should of warned you first!"

"That's OK Jim, didn't hurt, just surprised me!"

"Kinda sounds like Jake surprised you too!" I laughed as I probed his bowels, searching for the magic spot.

"I gotta tell you something else. I was standing there in my birthday suit, cock harder that a railroad spike, with the door wide open. I'm looking at him and he's smiling at me. I mean I'm totally shocked. Jakey makes a big production of milking off a final good sized wad into his hand and turns to face me.  He bring his cum soaked palm up to his mouth, snakes his tongue out, and eats it right in front of me! Fuck Jim, what would you have done?" Red asks, beginning to moan now.

He knows I can hear him and doesn't care anymore. Neither do I. I can see precum dripping from his lust engorged cock in a steady stream down onto the vinyl.

"If you want to know the truth, I probably would have shot my wad right about then!" I confessed, inserting a second and then a third finger into his colon.

"Well, at least you're honest! You say you would have done it, but I'm ashamed to say that I did it! Thankfully, I had enough sense to pull the door closed enough to not cum all over the boy! I know he could see my ball juice splattering against the inside glass though. He just stared, never saying a word, and then left." Red exclaimed, his  breathing labored.

With just a little more effort, I probably could of gotten my whole fist up inside there! The idea made my cock twitch spasmodically and my body shudder. I had to get control of myself.

"That's it! All done!" I said, snapping off the rubber gloves and throwing them away. I couldn't wait to get back in my office, light a cigar, lean back, and jack off a big, thick, creamy wad of my own!

"So what is it Jim? Is there something wrong with my cock, or am I just a dirty old pervert?!"

"You can get dressed now, and Red, if you want my opinion you've got to realize that my training is in Medicine not Psychiatry. I can tell you this though, with a medical certainty, there's nothing wrong with your dick, in fact, any man would want that dick!" 

Suddenly it dawned on me that I hadn't said that exactly the way I had meant to. Or maybe I had!

"Ya think maybe I should see a shrink?"

"If you think that would help, you should make an appointment. I'm sure I can get a referral for you. You've got good insurance, so that shouldn't be a factor when you're making a decision."

"So what do you think is wrong?" Red asked cautiously, returning to his sitting position on the edge of the table. I noticed that he was still very hard and erect, and I could see his cock bob up and down as blood coursed through it. I also noted that he had turned to face me directly, and, he was making no effort to dress.

"Well, Red, you're just very horney!" I laughed.

"Horney? Is that all?"

"Could be! Think about it for a minute! You're not getting any pussy, so I assume you're forced to jack off a lot, and we both know thats no fun after a while. Remember, I'm divorced too! You need some other way to release your sexual tension than just beating off! Deep down you're afraid that you'll have sex with the boys, but even that sounds like a whole lot more fun than just fisting yourself! Look at your cock right now! The bastard is throbbing like a son of a bitch!"

"Shit, Jim, I know it! It hurts when it gets this hard!" 

"Tell you what. I'm going down to my office and light us both a good cigar. You can stay in here and jack that big, beautiful donkey dick off, and when you're finished we'll go have a few drinks, smoke our cigars, and have a good steak dinner. How's that sound?"

"Are those your orders doc? You want me to jack the musky cum right out of these old balls? You're sure right about one thing! I gotta blow my nuts right away, but do you have to leave for me to do that?"

Now he really surprised me. My cock was about to explode. Even my lab coat couldn't hide the tent I was making.

"If it will help you out, I'll stay and watch you cum!"

"Great! I gotta better idea though. I don't want you to watch me cum, I want you to help me make this snake spit!" 

I shuddered at his words. I was very near an orgasm and knew if he said one more thing I would fill my suit pants with the biggest load of spunk ever!

"If that's what you want, I'll do it! What do you want me to do?!"

"First thing, show me your cock! Second thing, do anything you want to, and here's the big favor I need Jim!" he said meekly. I approached him, fell to my knees, and grabbed his blood engorged prick, it was now at least 9 inches long and starting to grow again.

"And what would that be!" I asked, lowering my lips over his slimy cock head. My breathing was ragged and shallow, I hadn't been this aroused in years! His cock pulsed in my mouth as I pushed him gently to force him to lay back on the table.

"Would you fuck my ass with that big, man sized cock you've been trying to hide ever since I got here?" 

I swirled my tongue around his cockhead and then slid down slowly, nibbling as I went. After only a few trips up and down his shaft, I felt him tense, as his cock thickened one final time. Quickly sliding back up his thick shaft, I arrived at his cockhead and clamped on firmly, but gently, and held on for dear life! His cock spasmed and pulsed wave after wave of thick sperm through the shaft and in to my waiting mouth. I gulped quickly as I tried to guide his slimy cum down my throat. Finally, he was done and shook violently as I literally sucked the last of his sperm from his balls. I stood before him now, cum still on my lips and chin. I held him down so that he remained laying prone on the table. I grabbed his legs and pulled his ass off the table.




Doctors Orders



I¹ve never been good about going to the doctor. It's always on the bottom of my list, unless I¹m injured or so sick that I end up in the emergency room. I needed a physical for my new job by the next day, though, so I had made a late appointment with the doctor that my boss had recommended.

She had a rather odd look when she mentioned the doctor¹s name, but I didn't think anything of it until much later, when it was already too late. I checked in with the receptionist, and sat there in the crowded waiting room, ogling the ads in an ancient copy of Cosmopolitan to pass the time.

After a few minutes the door to my left opened, revealing an absolute Goddess of a woman, her beautiful face framed by a halo of red hair cascading over her shoulders. Clinging seductively to the gorgeous curve of her hips was a slinky skirt which danced around her powerful thighs as she entered the room. Her soft silken blouse carried a name tag on the breast, printed simply with "Ms. Julie".

I was completely enraptured and undoubtedly made a fool of myself gawking at her while she consulted a clipboard, called the next name on the list, and disappeared behind the door again. A few minutes later, when she returned for the next patient, her gaze seemed to linger on me momentarily and my heart must have skipped a beat.

This visit might pan out better than I'd thought! Each time she reappeared over the next hour, calling on the other patients one by one, I stared at her unabashedly, and watched almost jealously as each of them followed that incredible woman through the door and down the hall.

Eventually, the waiting room was empty, and I waited impatiently for another half hour. Finally, the door opened again, and I practically leaped to my feet. She gazed around the now empty room, seemingly surprised, and then cocked an eyebrow at me with a slow smile. 

"You're the only one here," she said, feigning innocence.

"I thought you'd never notice," I teased back, unable to resist flirting with her.

"I was just saving the best for last," she said, looking me right in the eye. Suddenly my knees felt weak.

"Come with me." She turned and glided silently down the long hall, and I followed, mesmerized by the lilting sway of those svelte hips. The sensuous rolling motion of her luscious bottom, clearly visible through her tight-fitting little skirt, distracted me so much that I noticed neither her furtive glances nor the smug, knowing little smile that accompanied them. "Come in," she said, closing the examining room door after me.

My eyes were still glued to her magnificent ass, as she moved towards a small table, bending gracefully at the hips to scratch a notation onto my insurance form. She turned back just in time to catch the tail end of my lustful glance, and I detected an amused glint in her eye, and wondered what she was thinking.

"Get undressed. Everything off but your underpants."

I gulped, thinking that I knew the source of her amusement now. The disadvantages of seeing a female doctor, especially one as gorgeous as Ms. Julie, were suddenly quite clear to me. I mean, I¹m proud of my body and all, but this was not how I¹d usually try to impress a woman that I was attracted to. But to impress this lovely goddess was something that I desperately desired, all of a sudden.

"Don't feel uncomfortable," she spoke over her shoulder, positioning what looked like an obstetrics chair to her satisfaction. "I¹m just your doctor." 

When she turned back to face me, I was standing awkwardly with my clothes piled at my feet. I kept my eyes lowered, not wanting this incredibly sexy woman to see my desire for her, and felt shamefully on display before her, doctor though she was. 

I shivered involuntarily as Ms. Julie's slender hand reached toward the tell tale bulge in my shorts, stretching the elastic waistband and slipping down out of sight. Her cool fingers carefully avoided my swelling penis, sliding down to palpate the flesh beside my balls.

"Cough, please," she said, with professional detachment, and then shifted her fingers to the other side. "Again!" 

It was sheer torture to stand there passively beside her voluptuous body. Enveloped in her warm and spicy aroma, I struggled to breathe normally while her fingers slipped through my pubic hair. When her lovely hand grazed my slowly swelling cock, seemingly by accident, a quiver shot through me and she smiled, amused at my lack of control. 

"Well, everything seems fine down there, Ms. Julie chuckled. "Why don't you have a seat," indicating the examining chair she had prepared for me.

I let go a sigh of relief, and turned to the chair. It had several odd attachments that I wanted to ask her about, but not trusting my voice, I silently shrugged my shoulders and sat down. Hand on the chair's adjustment lever, Ms. Julie tilted me back to a horizontal position, and then, before I realized her plan, flipped a leather strap across my chest and arms and securely fastened it.

"What are you doing?" I queried shrilly, struggling in vain to free myself.

"I¹m preparing you for your treatment," she calmly replied.

Frightened now, I started to protest, but she interrupted me.

"Did you really think that I wouldn't notice?" Ms. Julie demanded of me, moving past my legs to secure each of my feet with similar leather straps. 

"Wha-what do you mean?" I stuttered nervously.

"What am I going to do with you, you nasty little man," she purred, smiling down at me lasciviously, "Staring at my ass like that, and with out my permission!"

For a moment, her words stunned me speechless. Catlike, she bent over to give a final tug on the strap across my chest, brushing her smooth thigh seductively against my cheek.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Julie," I pleaded in a quavering voice. "It was really rude to stare at you like that. Please, won't you accept my apology?

"Oh, don't worry, my little pet," Ms. Julie chuckled, her eyes sparkling with the same strange glint that I¹d seen earlier, "I'll be accepting your apologies for hours." 

Stepping back, she pulled her blouse up over her head, revealing the rounded fullness of her breasts and then nonchalantly reached back to unzip the slinky skirt through which I'd been admiring her lovely behind.

Bound helplessly to her examining chair I watched in silent awe as she wrestled the flimsy garment over her curvaceous hips. Down her lithe body it fell, gathering into a heap at her ankles. Towering over me now was a sultry, sexy woman, clothed only in a tiny satin string bikini. Her stethoscope dangling provocatively between her ripe, proud breasts. 

"There now," she smiled down at me possessively, "I knew from the moment I first caught you staring at me that I'd have you smothering under my ass before the day was out."

Laughing at the panic in my eyes, Ms. Julie sauntered past my shoulders, and mounting me like a saddle, gave the chair's lever a upward tug. The electric hoist begin to whir, lifting me inexorably up between her smooth straddling thighs, which seemed to whisper to me as they slid past my ears. Now I was really scared.

Staring up at the panty-clad globes which hovered above me, I shivered at the thought of this woman sitting on my helpless face. The threat of suffocating was frightening enough, but to be smothered by her ass! 

"No! Please!" I begged her. "Don't do this to me!" 

Trapping my face between her pliant cheeks, Ms. Julie laughed with pleasure at my helplessness as her tiny satin bikini sealed against my lips. She wriggled her hips in a triumphant little victory dance as I writhed and squirmed helplessly beneath her, struggling desperately for breath against the smothering flesh of her luscious bottom.

My face was a throne for her perfect posterior and to my horror (and everlasting humiliation), I could feel my cock rapidly engorging. This beautiful scarlet-haired woman, whom I'd never met, was smothering my face with her voluptuous ass and it was giving me a hard-on, a fact that didn't escape my lovely captress.

"Well, well well!" Ms. Julie cooed provocatively, gliding her fingernail teasingly over my rock hard penis. "You enjoying your little face-sitting lesson, aren't you?" 

From beneath her sweet round bottom, came a muffled moan of protest, but my raging hard-on had betrayed me. I stared up between her perfect cheeks, watching the soft, downy hair at the small of her back ruffle slightly as I panted heavily in her crack.

I was overcome with the humiliation of my position, yet strangely excited at the same time, and wondered what she might demand next. I wasn't kept waiting for long! 

"Do you know what rimming is, my little slave?" Ms. Julie asked archly, lifting her sweat-glistened bottom from my face momentarily.

I'd never heard the term before, but when she reached back and pulled aside the tiny swatch of her satin panties and looked over her shoulder at me expectantly, I saw in her eyes what she had planned for me. I was so overcome with the thought of this new humiliation that I could barely shake my head, but she would not take no for an answer. 

"That¹s right, slave." she laughed. "You're going to lick my asshole now, or smother right here under my ass." I knew somehow that she would carry out her threat, so hesitantly, I lifted my mouth up to kiss her smooth cheeks and flicking out my tongue, traced the edge of her asshole.. 

"Mmmm, yes," Ms. Julie sighed contentedly, accepting my final act of obeisance and ultimate humiliation as her due.

"My ass is going to love this little tongue bath, slave." 

I ran my tongue up the length of her crack, and then descended again, nuzzling her velvety flesh all the way down. With my nose deep between her cheeks once again, I pressed my lips to her sweet asshole in a long and sensuous kiss. My entire universe revolved around her now. I had become her ass-licking slave! 

"My, what a talented little tongue you have!" Ms. Julie giggled ,nestling herself comfortably against my lips. "That's a good little ass-licker!" 

The slurping, sucking sounds of my swirling tongue devotedly worshipping her delectable ass were music to her ears. Somehow she knew that for me, lying beneath her and licking her crack in ultimate, abject adoration was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced.

She thought happily of the other uses she could put my wriggling tongue to. She couldn't wait to put me to use after her work-outs, using my tongue as a sponge to swab the sweat from under her arms and between her ass cheeks. 

At the end of her work day, I would be massaging her feet while she sat on my face and relaxed. But to earn these rewards, I would be required to practice for hours, licking, sucking and worshipping the lovely ass of my new owner, the beautiful Ms. Julie.



Doctor's Orders



As part of my employer's health plan, we are expected to get a full physical examination from time to time. My time came up, and since I'd only recently relocated to the area and didn't have a regular doctor, I made my appointment with their preferred clinic. It was good timing because it turned out to be a beautiful spring day, and after a long winter cooped up in the office and it being dark by the time I drove home, getting out in the sun in the middle of the day was welcome change.

The doctors' office was typical with its old dog-eared magazines and matronly receptionist presiding over the waiting room from a high counter at one end, almost like a court justice. My name was called and I was led to a room, where I was told to undress down to my underwear and that Dr. Cumming would be with me shortly. "Dr. Cumming." He must have suffered as a kid growing up with a name like that.

After undressing and spending a few minutes contemplating the wallpaper, an attractive, petite woman dressed in a white lab coat walked in. I thought this nurse is certainly an improvement over that stodgy old nun working reception. She began studying my file, which gave me an opportunity to study her. She looked to be about thirty, her blond hair was cut very short so not to hide any of her cute face. Her makeup was subtle, and she wore glasses that made her look intelligent and professional. Her lab was coat unbuttoned, revealing a snug pink v-neck sweater that hugged a pair of firm, nicely rounded breasts.

When she finally approached me, I saw that her name tag said, "Sue Cumming, MD". So, this was my Dr. Cumming. She went about the exam very clinically and business-like, me enjoying her attention, her closeness, her scent, the soft touch of her hands. I couldn't take my eyes of those two perfect globes under her sweater. Imagined them uncovered, me holding them in my hands. I was enjoying the little buzz I was getting down in my groin and could feel the pre-cum juices stirring in my dick.

Then, putting on some rubber gloves, she told me to stand and drop my briefs. Gulp! I forgot all about this part. Would she know what I had been thinking? That I had fantasized myself into a state of arousal? As I pushed the waistband down, there was no hiding my partial erection. She pulled up a stool to sit on and began the testicular exam. With her now lower than me, the v-neck of her sweater allowed me to peer down into her inviting cleavage. Between this, and knowing that she knew that I was turned on, matters only got worse; my erection only increased. Maybe the little guy was just doing his job considering he was out of his wrappings and this very beautiful woman was right there in front of him; she was, after all, his raison d'etre. How could he know that this was only a medical exam?

In my foolish confusion, I felt the need to say something, to explain myself. So I apologized, mumbling something about how awkward it was to be so naked in front of an attractive woman. She just smiled saying that I was a healthy man and that it was a perfectly normal reaction, and went on about her business. By the time she was finishing, my dick was standing straight out, pointing right at her face. And it was doing its little dance, bobbing with my pulse rate. My head was spinning, I didn't know what to do. And she was so cool, like nothing unusual was going on.

After discarding the gloves and jotting a few more notes in my file, she said that I had a condition that required her immediate attention. She put the file aside and removed her stethoscope and glasses, but remained seated on her stool. Suddenly taking my throbbing dick in her delicate hands and caressing it with her smooth, slender fingers, she said not to worry, that I was in very good hands. As she started a gentle masturbation, she said that my condition was the most serious she'd seen in a long time and it was good that she was here to give it her personal attention. Her assertiveness caught me off guard and as she rolled the stool a little closer, I subconsciously stepped back. But she reaffirmed that she was a doctor and she knew what my condition required. She added that this was a proven procedure with which she has had considerable success.

She licked her lips and puckered them, then kissing the end of my dick, she very slowly drew it into her mouth, pausing when her upper lip dropped into that groove at the base of its head. Tilting her head back to look up into my eyes, she started flicking her tongue back and forth on the frenulum - that sensitive strip of skin on the underside that connects the shaft to the head. Then she applied gentle pressure on the head itself and I could feel my pre-cum juices oozing out and into her mouth. Tasting it, she pulled her cheeks up in a smile.

She slowly withdrew her mouth from my dick and licked the main shaft from both sides, wetting it for what came next. Moistening her lips once more, she used the now taut, purple head of my dick to penetrate them, but she didn't stop with just the head this time. As she slowly took more of my dick into her mouth, I could feel her tongue skillfully following the contours of the sensitive underside, maximizing the surface contact as she slid down. Further and further down she went, until her nose was buried in my pubic hair. Then, just as slowly, she withdrew all the way. Wetting her lips again, she repeated the process. So adept was her technique with such exquisite full contact of her tongue on my shaft that, after several more of these, I was ready to come, so she stopped to let my climax subside.

She sat upright on the stool, pushing her chest forward, while holding her sweater at the waist. This maneuver pulled the neckline down to where I could see more of her luscious breasts and the lacy edge of her bra. It was clear that she was aroused now, too: swollen areola and erect nipples pushing against the thin, tight knit of her sweater. In her now upright position, my dick was just inside that wonderful cleavage. Its throbbing dance was causing it to lightly tap the rounded curve of the inside of each breast, leaving little drops of my pre-cum. She said that, although my condition was serious, she was sure she could help me come through it (emphasizing the word 'come'). She told me to lean back against the edge of the examining table to steady myself; that she didn't want me to fall. Perhaps, she didn't want me backing away from her again.

Once more she took my dick into her mouth and glided her lips and tongue up and down the length of its shaft. I could feel my orgasm building once more. As I approached the edge, she slowed down, eventually back to that original position with her upper lip in the groove beneath the head. She tilted her head back to look into my eyes, which caused her lower lip to be further down my dick and her tongue right on my frenulum again. She held her lips on place on my dick and very slowly slid only her tongue, inside her mouth, up and down the frenulum. 

I was getting closer and closer, but she was so in control that she stretched it out for an eternity, never breaking her eye contact. I began to slip past that point of no return. She knew I'd hit the first stage of my orgasm when she felt my dick go rock solid in her mouth, and she gave me a very approving look. This first phase of my climax seemed to last forever, as she continued stroking my frenulum with her tongue. Finally, I could feel my first load of semen building up to explode. As my first ejaculation finally arrived, she suddenly changed tactics and plunged her mouth down my dick again as the first gush of semen hit the back of her throat. She withdrew only to go down again with the second surge from my loins. She continued to pace herself to perfectly match her down-strokes with my convulsions. She took load after load and never spilled a drop. She kept going after my ejaculations waned, through that very sensitive period when I can barely stand the contact. She finally stopped when my dick started to soften.

Without saying a word, she made a few more notes in my file. Then she told me to get dressed when I was able to and to see the receptionist on my way out, then she quickly left the room. Back out in the waiting room, the receptionist told me that the Doctor will need to see me again next week about my condition. Then Dr. Cumming herself stepped up behind the receptionist, instructing her to schedule me at the end of a day, explaining that it might take a while and she didn't want to inconvenience the other patients. Then, still talking to the receptionist in a cool, professional voice, but looking me squarely in the eye, she said we would need to uncover some other matters and do some in-depth probing.

Ah well, Doctor's orders!



Doctor's Orders



"What's on your mind today Michael? You seem a troubled." Doctor Teodore asked his patient.

Michael started seeing doctor Teodore for five years now. With all the stress of work and being a single parent to his only son, he felt he should start seeing a therapist.

"It's my son, Jake. He's been acting... Unusual."

"Unusual how?"

"It started not long after his 18th birthday... He..." Michael hesitated.

Teodore studied Michael's expression and body language. "He...?"

"He's been behaving very... Inappropriately... It started a few weeks ago. I came home from work, and there he was, right there on the couch in the living room, with his pants around his ankles and masturbating to porn. He looked at me nonchalantly and greeted me as if he weren't doing anything."

"And how did you react to him?"

"I didn't. I just said hello to him and went to my office and started to wonder, did that really just happen? It gets worse. He started walking around the house completely naked and with an erection, and casually stroking it in front of me."

Teodore leaned forward in his chair, interested and excited by his patients' lewd confession, and folded his leg to hide the bulge in his pants.

"I don't know what to say or how to handle it, so I just try and ignore it."

"It was a good thing you acted in a passive manner. By doing so, Jake's trust in you, and his relationship with you has excelled to a new level. This kind of trust and comfort doesn't occur often between father and son. Your passive attitude indicates to him that you know what it was like being his age, thus allowing him to be more comfortable around you and to just be himself. Jake sounds like a normal, and very sexually healthy young man to me, Michael."

"D-doc?"

"I think it would be wise to engage with Jake."

"He's my SON! And I'm not gay!"

"Jake clearly wants to experiment sexually. Would you rather him risk doing it with someone else, or someone he trusts? Namely, you."

Michael sighed. He trusted Teodore's advice for years. Despite how crazy his advice on the subject had been, he decided to comply.

"But I'm not gay, doc. I've never been with another man. What do I do exactly?"

Teodore got up from his chair and displayed his bulge before his patient.

"I suppose a little practice wont hurt, just so you can get an idea of what to do."

Michael looked at Teodore's massive bulge and gulped nervously as he began to sweat.

He walked close to Michael, his bulging crotch just inches away from Michael's face. "Let's see what your touch is like. Pretend I'm your son. Massage my cock."

Hesitantly, Michael reached up and groped Teodore's bulge and rubbed it slowly. I can't believe I'm doing this...

"You've got a good grip, and a very loving fatherly touch. Keep going."

Michael closed his eyes as he undid Teodore's trousers and pulled out his throbbing cock. He couldn't believe the girth he felt in his hands, and was shocked and impressed at the size when he opened his eyes. Average length but thick enough to snap a persons jaw. He stroked it slowly while still marveling at its size. Precum oozed out over his hand, and eventually completely covering his entire palm as it lubes up Teodore's shaft.

"Why don't you try sucking on it now, Michael?"

"I don't know if I can... It's so big..."

"Start slowly. Lick it up and down, and work it into your mouth slowly."

Michael closed his eyes again and tried to emulate how his ex-wife would work his own cock. He licked under the head with the tip of his tongue as he jerked the shaft. Teodore bit his lip trying to contain his moans before his secretary or the other waiting patients outside heard them.

"That feels so good, dad." Teodore said, posing as Michael's son.

Michael looked up at Teodore both shocked and aroused.

"What's wrong Michael? That is how it's going to be when you and Jake do it."

"I just wasn't expecting it, is all..."

"Please, keep going, dad."

Michael slowly worked the length of the doctor's massive cock into his mouth until his lips were at the base. He held his mouth there, and massaged the bottom of the shaft with his tongue, while still slurping the precum out of the head. He remembered enjoying his ex-wife do this to him, and tried to emulate all her methods. He then started to bob his mouth up and down the shaft as he started to get the hang of the act, then started to jerk the shaft while he sucked the head.

Teodore grabbed his tie and bit down on it as he felt his climax appraoching.

"Dad, I'm cumming...!" He said, biting his words as he pulled away from Michael's mouth, and shot his thick, warm cum all over Michael's face.

"Fuck!" Michael swore.

"I'm sorry, Michael, I intended to turn away from you, but you were doing such an excellent job, I lost myself." Teodore said, as he used a handkerchief to clean his cum off Michael's face. "For that being your first time, you seem to be very talented at it."

"I... I just tried to do what my ex-wife did..."

The doctor looked down and noticed the bulge in Michael's trousers and kneeled down and began to massage it. Michael flared his cock at the doctor's touch.

"Looks like you really enjoyed doing it too."

He gave Michael a firm squeeze and stroked the outline of his cock through the fabric, and smirked at the wet spot forming at the head.

"I think it's best if you save that for Jake, he'll need you at your full potential."

That evening, when Michael returned home, he went to his room to lie down, his mind still reeling from his session with Teodore. It felt so surreal, as if it was something straight out of a porn film, moreover, he couldn't believe he actually went along with it.

Have sex with Jake? My own son? I can't believe this...

Down the hall, Jake was in his room, his door ajar, naked from the waist down, his stiff cock in hand, and a porno on his television with the sound purposefully turned up enough so his father could hear it.

Michael passed by Jake's room when he returned home, and caught a quick glimpse inside from the corner of his eye, and casually greeted his son, and Jake nonchalantly acknowledged his father while stroking his wet cock.

He's my son, I've got to do this.

The following day, Michael decided to take Teodore's advice, and help satisfy Jake's curiosities. He peered into Jake's room, and saw his son reading a comic book, wearing only a black tank top and red track pants.

"Son."

"Yeah, dad?"

Michael sat at the edge of the bed close to his son.

"I think it's time we had a talk about something."

"About what?"

"How sexually active you are. I think it's wonderful that you're taking advantage of your youth, and enjoying what your body has to offer you, and I'm so happy that you feel so comfortable around me that you don't feel the need to hide it, but I was your age once, and I remember what having such lust felt like, and constantly wanting to play with yourself."

Michael noticed the pulsing bulge in Jake's track pants and smiled as he grabbed it, and started stroking it through the fabric.

"Tell me, sport. Have you ever experimented with another person before?"

Jake widened his eyes at his dad suddenly grabbing his bulge and playing with it, and smiled back at his dad.

"No, I haven't."

"Well I can tell you this, it's no where near the same as doing it by yourself."

Not knowing what had come over him, he instinctively leaned down and kissed his son passionately on the lips.

"I'm going to show you how to really be a man with that cock I gave you."

Michael positioned himself above Jake, and continued to makeout with his son, grinding their constrained cocks together. Michael completely became immersed in the moment, and was enjoying every second of it. The taste of his son's mouth, the feel of their cocks rubbing together, the scandalous nature of it excited him in a way he never felt before.

He was overcome by his aching cock, he didn't think of anything else anymore. He tore Jake's tank top down the middle, and began to kiss his son's fuzzy chest, then moved over to his nipple, and began to play with it with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh, fuck dad! That's my spot!"

Further excited at his son's outburst, he slid his hand down under Jake's track pants and caught a handful of his cock and began to stroke it as Jake moaned and squirmed beneath his father.

"Come on, son. Moan louder for me, shout out my name, let the neighbours hear how a father should properly take care of his son."

"Aw, Fuck! Dad!"

"Come on boy! Tell me how feels!"

"Fuck, dad! It feels so good, please don't stop!!" Jake shouted as loud as he could.

"Yeah, that's my boy."

Michael, tore his own shirt in half, and tossed it on the floor, and aggressively ripped open a hole at the stitching of his sweatpants, revealing his hard cock as it started oozing precum onto the sheets, then finally removing Jake's track pants frocefully, and took a moment to admire his son's cock up close. He took the shaft in his hand and stroked it slowly then pressed his own cock up against it.

"Apple doesn't fall far from the tree, huh son?"

Jake moaned and writhed at his father's loving touch.

"You like having your cock stroked by someone else, sport?"

"Yes, dad...!"

Michael spit on Jake's cock, as he began to stroke it faster.

"You like your cock stroked by your old man?"

"Yes, dad!!" Jake shouted out, excited at his father's lewdness.

"Let's see how you like this, then." He said as he took Jake's slippery cock into his mouth, and sucked it just the way he did for Teodore.

Jake gasped as he held his father's head down with both hands, guiding it up and down his cock.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Is this really happening?" Jake moaned.

Michael looked up at him, and smirked.

"I thought about this all night, son. I just want you to be able to feel good."

He continued to suck Jake's cock again, massaging the underside of the shaft, slurping every drop of precum, and teasing the frenulum.

I made this. I made this perfect cock. I made this perfect body.

He slapped Jake's cock against his lips, and marveled at it once more. Then positioned himself and Jake into a 69.

"All right, Jake, this is called a 69. You suck mine, I suck yours, got it?."

Jake, nodded obediently, and without hesitation he took Michael's cock into his mouth, and sucked eagerly. Michael growled at his son's mouth around his cock. It had been so long since he'd gotten sucked, he'd forget how good a nice wet, warm mouth felt around his manhood.

They both moaned into eachother's cocks, as they were enjoying being stimulated at the same time.

"Dad, I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum...!"

Michael disregarded his son's warning, and continued to suck even as Jake shot his creamy load down his throat.

"I love the taste of your cum, son. I hope you can keep this thing rock hard."

"Not a problem!" Jake assured enthusiastically.

"Good, cus we're really going to put that cock to work now. Sit up."

Jake did as he was told, and Michael spit on his son's cock again, making sure to lube it up real good.

"You're going to fuck your old man." He ripped the hole he made in his sweats around his cock all around, until the length of his sweats came off, leaving only the waist band around him. He positioned himself over Jake's cock, and slowly worked it into his tight, virgin hole. "Oh fuck, yeah son. Your cock feels so good going in me." Michael began to ride Jake, the same way he'd let his ex-wife ride him.

"This feels even better than I'd imagined!" Michael shouted. "How're you enjoying it, champ?"

"Aw, man, dad, I've never felt anything like this before! Beats jacking off by a million miles!"

Jake began to thrust up and down into Michael's ass, the same way he'd seen it be done in his porn films.

Michael locked lips with his son again, as he pressed his cock against Jake's chest, grinding it between them as their torsos became sticky with his precum. Jake grabbed a handful of his dad's firm ass in his palms and squeezed them as they bounced from being plowed.

Michael pressed his cock harder against his son's chest as he moaned at the feeling of Jake's cock, working his tight hole mercilessly. "C'mon, son, make your old man proud!"

Jake fucked Michael as hard as he could, and moaned loudly as he felt his cock convulse as he shot his hot load inside his dad's hole, filling up his innards. "Dad..." Jake said out of breath.

"That's my boy."

Michael slowly lifted himself off of Jake's cock as all his son's thick creamy cum began to leak out and down his thighs.

"Open wide now, son."

Jake did as he was told, and opend his mouth as Michael jerked his cock into his son's mouth.

"Come on, dad, I want to taste your cum!" Jake pleaded.

"Here it... Comes...!" Michael shouted as he fed his hot load to his loving son. "Now swallow ever drop, it has lots of protein." And like a good boy, Jake followed his father's instruction and swallowed.

"Fuck, dad... That felt so amazing..."

"You made me proud, son."

"Thanks, dad. Can we do this again sometime?"

"I don't see why not? It's an excellent bonding activity we can both enjoy."



Doctor's Orders



My husband has been very ill over last few months and only now is getting back to good health. It means that sex has been very difficult with Miks in hospital lot of times.

I think you can imagine that going from having regular sex with husband and a girlfriend to having none is very difficult. Even more difficult when sometimes you had sex with both and husbands best friend. Even though I have been very tired I have also been very frustrated, but I am not one to just fuck someone. So I have had lots of times with my toys!

As I said Miks has been very ill and for sometime was in hospital in London which is quite far from where we live. My mother has been over to help look after children and I had time off work to visit Miks often. The hospital give specialist care so they are used to having wives there a lot of time.

On the last day of one visit when I was having to go home again Miks doctor came round with some student doctors to talk about his case. The doctor is very strict and it was clear that some of the students were scared of him which was sort of funny because he was always nice with us. One particular student seemed to be having more trouble than anyone else and dropped their pen at least twice as well as struggled to explain what they thought. I was not paying much attention to what they were saying as I had heard so many people saying so much over the few days that I concentrated on MIks.

The doctor summarised Miks situation for us at the end and it was only when I heard the student drop the pen yet again that I realised that this student was incredibly cute looking with the most gorgeous eyes and could not help smiling at them.

I thought nothing more about it and soon it was time for me to leave and do the long trip home. As soon as I got home the children took over and I was stuck with phone calls to Miks only for the next week.

Just over a week later I was back in London with Miks and just after I had arrived the doctor to see him again, with those students following on again. The cute one was there so I could not help but check them out. Cute face certainly but was probably not the fittest person in their year at medical school, but those eyes - big, beautiful and blue!

The student must have realised I was checking them out because they dropped their pen yet again, which earnt them a strong comment from the doctor. He then demanded that they tell him more details about Miks which they managed to do with a furious blush on their face.

When they all left Miks looked at me and said that I had got that student very flustered while I was checking them out. I laughed and replied that they were very cute! All of a sudden the student came back and stood by the end of the bed while we were talking. One of the benefits of being Latvian in England is that one understands what you are saying so they had no idea we were talking about them. Miks looked up and the student apologised for their clumsiness saying that the doctor had demanded they come back and do that. Miks accepted it and I gave them a little smile that seemed to fluster them even more!

They went off again and Miks whispered to me that he reckons the student had a thing for me. I laughed saying that I doubted that as I was quite a lot older than them!

Over the next three days while I was there Miks teased me a lot about the student and on the two occasions that they came round the ward again they seemed to avoid looking in my direction at all.

All too soon it was time to go home again to look after our lovely children, but I missed Miks so much. One night though while playing in bed I found myself picturing the student as the one plunging my favourite toy in and out of my soaking wet pussy rather than Miks with those oh so beautiful eyes!

Only 2 days later I was back at hospital with Miks and he had been moved off main ward into a side room. No reason was given but it did give us a lot more privacy than we had been having. By now we had not had sex for two months and Miks was still not strong enough to fuck but when it was quiet that first afternoon I did climb onto his bed and the cuddle led to me giving him a handjob. As I did I told him how I had masturbated thinking of him but that I had also imagined what it would feel like to have sex with the student. Miks clearly fancied the idea but said that he would only agree if he could watch!

I had thought that it was just me being frustrated with Miks being in hospital that made the idea sound attractive but suddenly I found myself wondering what it would feel like.

Unfortunately, I could only spend one day with Miks this time as my mum phoned to say that our younger child was sick, and Miks insisted that I go to look after her. He was not going anywhere! I left at the end of day and as I left Miks said that he would talk to student doctor as he sometimes came round to give him injections. I grinned but did not think it would be anything other than a big fantasy!

Journey home that day was really bad and I end up going straight to bed and was shocked awake by alarm. Had to rush to get the children to school and managed to get them there just in time and Claire was coming out of school at same time. We had a chat and she had some spare time so we went to a little cafe in the town that we like. I would rather have gone home but having my mother at home would have stopped us doing what I would have liked to do and Claire had to go to work for 10:00 as well.

We caught up as I had not seen her for two weeks and she wanted to know how Miks was. I told her that he was getting better and as I was talking about him, my phone rang and it was Miks. He told me that the student had been around with the specialist again and had been told to take an up to date history with a series of questions. So he was left alone with Miks. Claire realised that we were going to be awhile and had to go to work so she gave me a kiss on my cheek and waved goodbye.

Miks had had to answer lots of questions about how he was feeling with all the treatment he was getting and it took quite a long time. When the student finished he had asked Miks whether he had any questions that he wanted to ask. Miks saw his opportunity and said to him that he had noticed that he seemed to find his wife attractive. Apparently, he froze and looked at Miks in horror, which sort of confirmed what we thought. He fumbled over a reply trying to deny it, but Miks stopped him and said that it was alright if he told the truth. After a little bit more denial and a bit more talking from Miks he finally admitted it.

Miks then asked if he could ask another question, to which the student said of course. Miks explained that because of what was wrong his sex drive had almost completely gone at the moment, and he knew that I was feeling frustrated, so would the doctor like to 'play' with me a little next time I was there. Apparently his eyes went incredibly wide and he could only give a slight nod of the head.

I admit that the rest of the day went by in a bit of a dream and my mum ended up getting annoyed at me because I kept not hearing what she said! Then I saw Claire at the end of the school day but with the children with us I did not get chance to say anything to her. I was happy when everyone in bed as I was so excited about my next trip to hospital that I was very wet. I got my favourite toy out and masturbated myself to a deep, deep orgasm thinking about the fun I was going to have!

The next morning Miks phoned me when I was walking back from taking children to school. He was doing really well and had been given good news about coming home. Because he was doing really well he was going to come home on Friday - it was now Tuesday. He wanted to know if I would come down on Thursday so that I would be there first thing on Friday so we could leave as soon as he was able.

Of course I could! I was very excited about getting Miks to come home, so excited that I forgot all about the student doctor and all about the plans Miks was supposed to be making. I spent the rest of the day and most of the next day getting the house ready. Miks was still going to be a bit weak after so long in hospital so the chances are he was stay in bed for a few days so there was lots to organise.

On Thursday I left by car instead of train and after terrible traffic on the motorway and even worse in London I realised I was happy that I did not live there. Still I had not remembered the student doctor, I was still too excited about having Miks come home. 

After 3 and half hours of driving - my Sat Nav had told me 1 and half - I finally parked in hospital car-park and went up to the ward. Miks was eating his hospital dinner which as always did not look very nice but he smiled his gorgeous smile when I came in. We sat and chatted for a bit and that was when he told me that he was actually being sent home that afternoon. My face fell because of the thought of driving back home again that afternoon through all the traffic and Miks laughed at my look. He told me not to worry because he had booked a room at one of the local hotels.

It was then that he reminded me of the student doctor because he added that he had not told me so that I would definitely come down that day as he had arranged for someone to visit us at the hotel. I could not work out who at first and again he laughed saying that maybe I needed a doctor to give me a full medical and that he was sure that I would enjoy it. Then I realise what he was talking about and said that I had not packed for that sort of thing. He told me not to worry and that we would have time to go to shops before the doctor finished work.

Now I remembered I could feel myself starting to look forward to the time I was going to have!

We finally got Miks out of the hospital at around 2:30pm and I drove us through the local streets to the hotel which took 10 minutes, although it probably would have been quicker to walk! As we drove we noticed that there was an Ann Summers shop just around the corner, which was the perfect place to go shopping. We booked into the hotel and by then Miks was exhausted so he had a lie down on the most amazing King sized bed while I went shopping.

I must have spent a good hour looking around the shop before deciding on a sexy babydoll and brazilian knickers, along with a black buttplug, lube (of course) and some condoms (I may like sex but no way am I letting a complete stranger fuck me without one)! Then I went back to the hotel where I found Miks fast asleep. 

I climbed onto the bed next to him and cuddled up to him feeling incredibly happy to be able to do that after the last few months and again thank God I have such lovely husband. Here he was thinking of me on the day he came out of hospital. He knew I had not had sex for long time except with toys and knew that he would find it difficult energy wise for quite a bit longer yet. So as he slept I gently undid his trousers and slipped my hand into his boxer shorts, reaching for the cock I know and love so much.

Miks stirred slightly as I took his cock in my hand but stayed asleep, so I took him into my mouth and started to slowly suck his cock into life. One hand was cupping his balls gently and I teased the head with my teeth and lips carefully sliding his uncut foreskin back. I could feel him start to harden in my mouth and as it did I moved my tongue to tease the very tip where I could already taste a hint of his precum. It felt like years since I had last done this to my gorgeous husband, although in reality it was probably about three months - ever since he had got sick.

As he continued to get hard I worked him more and more, enjoying taste of him after so long. Suddenly I feel his hand stroking my thigh seeking to move under my skirt and I glanced up at his face to see him smiling at me. I moved myself a little so that he could move his hand a bit more and I feel him move his hips slightly together with my mouth and hear a slight sigh of pleasure from him.

His hands move further up my thigh and I move so my legs are open for him as he slipped his fingers inside my already damp panties and as his finger touched my clit I moaned around his cock. I moved onto my knees so that Miks had easier access to my pussy and so that I could move over him and allow his cock to slide deeper into my throat. As I did his hips moved upwards to fill me as much as he could. I could feel him pulsing against my tongue and my hand gently squeezed his balls. Slowly but with increasing pace I started to move my mouth up and down him until I felt his breathing increase a sure sign that he was about to cum.

I released him from my mouth and worked his cock with my hands as his fingers rubbed my clit and then he exploded in orgasm. His cum flooded out of him all over my face and my hands and he seemed to just keep cumming. I looked at him and as I turned another jet hit my ear and we burst out laughing. I asked him when the last time he had cum was and he admitted that he just had not had any energy lately. Already he looked exhausted again so I kissed him, climbed of the bed and headed for the shower. As I went into the bathroom and looked backwards over my shoulder I could see he was already falling asleep.

After the shower I lay on the bed with Miks for a little while just cuddling the love of my life! I am so happy to have him out of hospital and getting better and so lucky also. About 6:00pm I realised that I would need to get ready and Miks grinned saying that he loved watching me get ready. It is true because lots of times we have ended up having sex halfway to me being dressed to go out. This time that was not going to happen but he could not take his eyes of me as I got dressed and I enjoyed giving him a show.

At 7:00pm exactly the phone went from the lobby to tell us that our guest had arrived and we went downstairs to meet him. When we got there he could barely keep his eyes off me but he could not look me in the face. We went to the bar for some drinks and both me and him drank but Miks did not even have one, which is something new!

After about 30 minutes of simply talking and finding out a bit about him, Miks suggested that we went upstairs and that he would follow after a few minutes to avoid people getting suspicious - it was a really nice hotel after all. I got up and the doctor jumped to his feet and we went out to the elevator to our floor. Looking at the look on his face I think he was caught somewhere between excitement and terror so as the doors closed I moved close to him and kissed him. At first he tensed up but he quickly relaxed returning my kiss with passion. The doors opened on our floor and I broke off the kiss and walked out of the lift leaving him to follow!

As I got to the door of the room I pulled the keycard out of my purse, glanced sexily over my shoulder at him putting the card into the slot and went to open the door! It did not work! I always have problems with these stupid keycard things! So I looked down and tried again! Nothing! Tried again and still only little red light appeared. He offered to try and as soon as he did it the green light came on! I said something like "my hero!" and burst out laughing which he joined in with.

We went into the room still laughing and I sat down on the bed. I think the kiss and the keycard had relaxed him by this stage as he walked over to me and kissed me deeply again! His hands cupped my face as we kissed deeply and my hands touched him lightly on the outside of his legs. The sexual tension started to rise!

Still bending over me and without breaking the kiss he slipped one hand done on my breast and squeezed it gently but firmly. My hands moved up his legs and round onto his groin where I could feel his cock starting to harden under my hand. I slowly undid his belt and then his zip so that I could release him from his prison and as I did his trousers slipped down his legs. I broke off the kiss at this point to see him stood there in front of me with his shirt covering what I really wanted to see. I moved it up and in his black briefs I could see an impressive amount of semi-hard cock.

I reached behind him and pulled the briefs down over what felt like a very nice arse and as they slid I watched them catch slightly on his length before suddenly releasing it. As I said it was looking very impressive and it was still only semi-hard. I put my hand around it and even in this state my hand could hardly fit around the girth and it must have been 18cm in length. To top it all he was circumcised which is still fairly new to me in real life.

I slowly licked his length and his balls and whilst also slowly masturbating him. All the time it seemed that he continued to grow with a slight curve away to the left. God it looked so good! As I reached the head I swirled my tongue around that circumcised head and have to say it tasted as good as it looked. I slipped my mouth over his head and started to give him a blowjob.

After a few moments of this, I heard Miks comment that we had not wasted any time and our new friend leapt backwards in shock. I think he had forgotten that Miks was going to watch for a moment, so caught up in the moment was he. As he turned to look at Miks I could see his full length for the first time, standing tall and erect and realised that he was now fully hard. He must have been a good 24cm long and was very thick 11 wide (I think that is about 9 inches and 4 inches thick) which was bigger than anything I had ever seen in real life!

Miks told him not to worry about him and that he should forget that he was there and just enjoy me. Which is what he did!

I stood up from the bed and grabbed hold of his cock and in return he reached behind me. But I gave him a quick kiss and told him to strip off while I got into something a little more comfortable!

I went to the bathroom where I had left my lingerie and accessories and was followed by Miks! He quickly helped me out of my clothes grabbing a quick feel of my wet pussy as he did. He suggested that I forget putting on the panties I had bought and just relied on the babydoll as he did not think they would be on for very long anyway. 

Then he got to lubing me and my new buttplug up! He covered the plug in lube and then put a very generous amount on his fingers and worked it around my rosebud before slipping a nicely lubed finger inside. That alone was getting me even wetter than I was already. When he slipped the second finger in I groaned in pleasure but then he pulled them out and pressed the cool metal of the plug against me and I felt him allow it to slip inside slowly. It felt so good, slightly cool inside the heat of my arse and on its own almost brought me to orgasm.

But that was not why we were here. I had a lovely black stud with an amazing cock to fuck!

I walked back into the room with Miks behind me and there was the doctor sat on the bed fully naked and my first opinion was right about him. Very cute face but not especially athletic but I am not that athletic either! Despite the slight chubby nature of his stomach all I could see was that big, thick cock standing tall and hard against his belly. He watched me walk towards him and stood to greet me with a deep kiss that made me tingle in all the right places.

His hands started to roam my back as I felt his hardness between us and his tongue probing my mouth. Slowly his left hand went down my back until he was feeling my bum under the babydoll. His other hand slipped round to my front and firmly started to squeeze my tit teasing the nipple with his thumb. I ground myself against his cock and tried to imagine what it was going to feel like inside me.

All the time his hands were on me I could feel myself getting wetter than I had thought possible and then his hand reached between my bum cheeks and felt the ring of the butt plug. He slipped his finger into the ring and gently pulled it - not enough for it to come out but just the right amount to increase the tightness a little. My knees almost gave way at this point and he picked me up, which is not that easy and carried me to the bed.




Doctor's Orders



He lay me down on the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor between my legs and his hands moved up my inner thighs until his thumbs started to rub either side of my soaking wet pussy. He had gone from the shy junior doctor to a strong and certain lover. His thumbs were working magic on me and I started to wriggle on the bed because I could feel an orgasm start to build. He clearly knew what he was doing and as his thumbs continued to stimulate me he slipped one inside me whilst circling and teasing my clit with the other. That was enough to send me over the edge and I groaned out loud as I came.

He did not waste any time at all and before I had even relaxed after the orgasm he was burying his face in my pussy. His tongue slipped between my lips and he seemed to suck my juices up with a long tender kiss, before sliding his tongue forward so that he was teasing my clit again. As he did so he slipped a finger into my pussy and started to massage my insides. It was not long before a second and then third finger joined the first and while still licking and teasing my clit he finger-fucked me hard. God it felt so good and within minutes I was building up to a second orgasm! He could clearly tell he pulled away from me and I groaned in frustration.

However the frustration did not last long because he rolled me over onto my stomach and positioned himself between my legs gain with his cock at the entrance to my pussy. He grabbed hold of the butt plug and firmly pulled it out of me whilst rubbing himself up and down my lips. It was enough to send me over the edge again and this time I came all over that beautiful cock even squirting a little in what is for me very rare thing.

As I started to come down again I realised that he was starting to push himself inside me and I pulled away. I sort of stammered out that I really wanted to fuck him but that he had to wear a condom. He looked across to Miks who agreed with me and got up and went to the bedside table where the condoms were. He ripped open a packet and all the time looking at me quickly rolled it onto himself. Then he was back behind me and pulled me further onto the bed.

He knelt above me and pressed himself against me and I felt myself open slowly to allow him to enter me. God I had never felt so stretched in my life. He was bigger than my biggest dildo and almost as fat Miks whole hand on those rare occasions when he fits all his fingers in me. Add to that the angle of entry and it felt incredible. Just as I thought I could not take anymore I felt his belly touch my bum cheeks and realised he was fully inside me.

He paused allowing me to adjust to his size and then he started to fuck me. Again it felt incredible! He pulled him self out and then back in to his full length again. In and out, in and out, in and out. On each in stroke I felt his belly touch my arse then out again until it felt like he was going to pop out of me. Each movement felt wonderful. I slipped my hand under myself so that I could feel his hardness with my fingers and his condom covered cock was hot and sticky with my juices and he just felt so big!

As I concentrated on the feeling of fulness he gave me I moved my fingers just enough that I could play with my clit and as I did he stopped fucking me and pulled out. He got me up onto all fours and almost instantly was back inside me and at exactly the same time started to press his thumb against my willing rosebud. Gently I felt it open to allow his thumb to slip inside me as well and he fucked me hard. His heavy balls were slapping against my clit and the only sound in the room was the wonderful sound of sex.

My eyes were closed but I felt something brush my arm and I opened my eyes to find Miks kneeling on the bed in front of me with his cock beautiful and hard in front of me. I did not need to be asked to do something about it and simply opened my mouth to allow him to slip it in.

By this stage I had never felt more full in my life. A BBC in my pussy, a thumb in my arse and Miks in my mouth. With every thrust of that huge cock my mouth took Miks to the hilt and then I would release him as he pulled back, only to slam into me again and all the time the thumb never seemed to stop wriggling about inside me.

Suddenly, the doctor's pace started to increase and I could hear his breathing start to increase. Harder and harder and harder he pounded me until he groaned and seemed to collapse on top of me and I fell under his weight. His thumb slipped out of me, but I felt his cock continue to pulse inside me. I looked up at Miks and he wriggled down the bed a little so that he could kiss me and as he did I felt my skilled lover pull out of me and climb off me and collapse on the bed next to me. His hand went straight to my pussy and his finger slipped between my lips coating itself with my juices before he moved onto my clit, which he masterfully played with for less than 30 seconds before my own orgasm exploded from deep inside me and I cried out in ecstasy.

We all lay there for a few moments enjoying the heat of our passion. The doctor was the first up and he stood at the end of the bed looking down on me and asked whether I wanted to go again whilst pulling the condom off his cock which did not seem to have gone down at all. I glanced across at the clock and despite having met at 20:00 it was still only 21:30 so I suggested a shower as I love getting wet and soapy with lovers!

He grinned at me and grabbed another condom and pulled me to my feet to go to the bathroom. Miks followed through and sat on the toilet seat while his doctor turned on the shower. He then turned to me and handed me the condom packet and suggested that I put it on him. I did not waste anytime and opened it before stretching it over the head of his cock and unrolling it down his length. He then took me by the hand and pulled me into the shower cubicle with him.

At this point he took some of the shower gel that the hotel provide and proceeded to rub it together in his hands before starting to wash me all over with those incredible hands. Before long I was covered in foam at which point he picked me up and pushed me against the wall of the cubicle and stood between my legs. He lowered me down onto that long, thick cock and he slid in right to the end and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his back.

He took total control at this point lifting me up and down and ramming himself against me whilst the water from the shower made his beautiful black skin glisten. I buried my face into his shoulder as I felt yet another orgasm start to build as he thrust in and out with my back against the wall. Then it hit me and this time I just cried out in pleasure as it pulsed through me for what seemed like an eternity. But still he did not stop and he carried on fucking me through the spasms that wracked my body.

Finally, he stopped and put me down and asked me to turn round. I did although my legs were weak like jelly and he lifted me again but this time his cock was pressing against my bum. I told him there was no way I could take him there, but he said that I should trust him as he was a doctor. I pressed me down firmly onto his hardness and I felt my rosebud start to open to accommodate him. Surely he wasn't go to fit, but after very long and very slow entry I realised he was inside my arse. I do not think I had ever clamped onto anything as tightly and I could almost feel his veins pulsing inside me. 

Once I had adjusted as much as I could he started to pump my arse and I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck as he kissed it. Once! Twice! Three times he pushed me down on him before I heard his groan of pleasure and he came again.

Carefully he lifted me off him and he got the shower head and washed us both down. Then he turned off the shower, stepped out and passed me one of the towels. Miks was busy finishing himself off while we dried and my lovers cock slowly deflated back to normal size.

At this point he turned round and said that looking at Miks he, as his doctor was going to prescribe some rest, and to be fair he did look exhausted. The doctor went back into the bedroom and started to get dressed whilst thanking me for a lovely evening. Miks lay on the bed and was already starting to fall asleep as I saw the doctor out of the room. I climbed in next to Miks and cuddled up to him feeling as satisfied sexually as I have for a good few months and we fell asleep together.

Next morning we had to check out and I had to drive home. Have to admit that it was one of the most uncomfortable times I've ever had as traffic was bad out of London and three hours sat on my sore pussy and arse was not the most pleasant feeling. The memories however! Wow!



Doctor's Orders



"Let me get your cock sloppy wet for you! I need to taste it!"

He sucked for a few moments and then I pulled off gently. This isn't where I wanted to cum. At least not this first time. And, yes, I knew there would be more times ahead. Raising his legs up to my shoulders, I lined up my prick and sank it to the root in one savage plunge. He was ready. His moan was nearly a sob. Red tossed his head from side to side, a combination of pain and ecstacy.

"Oh, fuck, doc! Do you make house calls? I got some boys that could really use one of your exams too!!"

"Let's take care of this hot ass of yours and have a cigar first!!"

His ass looked almost like a pussy! He had a pouty ring around his reddish-purple hole that reminded me very much of pussy lips. A  nice crop of hair surrounded his puckered opening and spread out over his ass cheeks. I wasn't going to be easy on Red, in fact, I planned on plowing this hot ass royally. I just stared as I watched my cock plunge in and out. My cock isn't huge by any means, a little over 6-1/2 inches, but I prided myself on quality. When you've stroked and poked as many men as I have, you learn what makes a man feel good. I knew what would make me feel good too! Stretched until it hurt, my circumcised prick rejoiced at the sensations it was receiving. It had been quite a while since I had been a participant in a good butt fuck, and I reminded myself not to wait so long next time. 

My cockhead pulsed out a seemingly never ending river of slick juice. I  loved smearing my juice all over his hairy hole as it reacted with small spasms. Slowly this time, I eased the head into the ring.  It parted easily as I held just the head inside. His muscle clamped down, trying to draw me into the heat of his colon. The friction on my sensitive cock head made me shiver as if I were cold. Nothing could be further from the truth. I was hot. My balls ached as the cum began to build up, screaming for release. I knew I wouldn't last too long this first time, I was just too worked up. I began working my tool slowly in and out, trying to savor every second of the sensation we were giving each other.

"You better say something now buddy, because if you don't say otherwise I'm gonna spray about two quarts of my cigar cum right out your ears!"

"Aw fuck, Jim! DO IT!!!! Spray me with your jism! Fill me up and make it run out my asshole! I wanna feel your stud cock all swelled up inside, filling me with thick, hot cigar cum!!!!!!!!"

Pounding us both with reckless abandon, my hips lurched forward, thrusting my prick into him time after time. The room was filled with the smell of our sex as my balls slapped his hairy ass cheeks. Red was jacking his big cock as I continued to abuse his manly ass! The room started to spin a little as my cum boiled out, splattering itself inside his blazing inferno.


Red and I relaxed in my office, letting thick clouds of cigar smoke work their way toward the ceiling. Neither of us said anything at first, there wasn't much to say. We were both adults and knew exactly what we had done. Neither of us regretted what had happened, at least I didn't. In fact, I wanted more. Red was a soul mate now. I watched him as he rolled the cigar in his mouth, his face relaxed and full of satisfaction. He drew in two small puffs and then took a deep draw, filling his lungs. He was right, he was hooked again! Cigars will do that to you. He slowly released the smoke through his nose, totally at ease. Slowly he brought his eyes off the ceiling and turned to me.

"Seriously Jim, what am I gonna do about the boys? It can't go in like this!"

I rolled the ash of my Santa Damiana #500 Robusto into the large crystal ashtray and watched the ash being crushed by my cigar into a fine powder.

"Ya got lots of options. First of all, stop thinking of them as boys, there men you know! You could do nothing, and just assume that this is just some stage they are going through and hope it will change soon for one thing!!" I remarked, watching his face for a reaction. 

He said nothing in return.

"Or you could do a little sexual teasing of your own and see what happens next. They'll probably be as confused as you are, and I'm betting they'll snap out of this when they understand that it's no fun being teased this way."

"What kinda teasing are we talking about here?"

"Have they ever seen you with a hard on?"

"Nope!!"

"Then they've never seen you jacking off either I'll bet!"

"Yeh, you're right."

"How come Red? The sight of that big, hairy slab of meat would scare the hell out of any kid!"

"Does kinda sound like fun!" Red remarked, smiling lewdly.

His mind was a million miles away as he gazed into space. I could just image the images going through his mind. He was inhaling and exhaling, thick, aromatic clouds that enveloped his head and face.

"Damn right! What if one or more of the boys caught you masturbating that thick log. I'll bet that grandson of yours will stop teasing if he walks in on you in the bathroom while your jacking off and you cum all over his face!"

"Maybe you're right. maybe they're just trying to convince me that they're not little boys anymore. With the cocks those boys have, nobody would accuse them of being kids!"

"You like seeing their hard cocks don't you?" I laughed, exhaling a deep lung full of smoke. My body absorbed the deep nicotine hit, giving me an instant buzz.

"Yes!! It makes me so hot and hard!"

"Well, shit, tell them that! Make it sound like you can't be responsible if they keep up this behavior. They have to know what it's doing to you!"

"You're right about that! I don't know what will happen!"

"Bull shit Red, we both know what will happen. There will be a whole lot of sucking and fucking going on over there, and you'll be right in the middle of everything!"

"I know, but I get so horney laying in that bed, Jim. I lay there with my eyes closed and my hand around my hard, throbbing cock and I can just see one of my own grandkids slurping the creamy cum right out of my balls, or me fucking one of those cute butts!"

We were both getting really worked up again. I knew we had to stop right now or we would be right back into some heavy sex. That sounded great, but I reminded my self that it had been almost eight hours since I last ate.

"I can't tell you what to do Red, but the four of you need to make something work here. Either it's back to being as normal family as you can, or buddy, anything goes!"

We sat silently, smoking our cigars, each thinking about the consequences of my last statement. it was true though,they, or at least Red, had to make some kind of decision soon. I was glad I wasn't in his position. It was easy to give someone else advise.

"Do you think the two older boys are really as sexually active as they claim?"

"I wouldn't be surprised! With cocks like theirs, word gets around!" Red remarked, leaning forward and rolling off his own ash.

"Would it bother you if they really were getting as much pussy as they claim?"

"Shit no! I'd be jealous maybe, but it wouldn't bother me!"

"Then you wouldn't make them quit?"

"Nope! I might tell them that they gotta set grandpa up for some of that young nookie though!"

We both laughed at that. Red made it sound like a joke, but I wondered. Why not share their girlfriends with their grandpa?

"Do they know about birth control? Do you find rubbers in their room? Are their girlfriends at least on the pill? Are they doing any kind of drugs? You've got to find out you know." I lectured, seriously.

"I know, I know, but it's just so damn hard for me. I couldn't talk about things like that without getting a hard on, and then the boys would know that I'm just an old pervert!"

"Or that you're a wonderful granddad and father figure that loves them and doesn't want them to make big mistakes in their life." I reminded him.

He nodded his head in agreement. He did love them, that was obvious. It was also obvious that he really would have a difficult time talking to the boys. 

Maybe I did need to make a house call!



Doctors Orders 1st Appointment



It was one of those days when things kept went wrong, right from the start. My alarm didn't go off, so I dressed hastily. I missed my train; I left my lunch at home and so on. It wasn't until I was almost too late that I remembered that I had a doctor's appointment that evening. I ended up having to run to catch my train, which was not a good idea as my appointment was about a sore knee; but as I sat on the train I realized that a sore knee was the least of my worries.

You see under my suit, I was wearing ladies knickers. They were pink, lacy at the front and silky everywhere else, bikini briefs style. I habitually wore panties under my boring business suit and I have done so for so long now that I have to remind myself not to wear them when the circumstances demand it. Being in such a rush that morning I had forgotten my doctor's appointment and had worn panties. I arrived at the surgery just in time for my appointment. I was about to head for the toilets so I could take them off, figuring that being caught 'going commando' was better that being caught in panties, when my name was called. The receptionist was a strict-looking woman, a bit older than me, wearing a name badge that said Margaret on the lapel of her smart gray skirt suit. She looked so stern I didn't want to make a fuss, so I headed for the consulting room, hoping that I could still find a way to avoid embarrassment.

Nervously I entered the room. Dr Susan Jones was waiting for me. I hadn't had an appointment with her before. As she ran through some routine questions I got my first look at her. She was about my age, early thirties, with long blonde hair, lovely blue eyes behind her spectacles and a trim, athletic figure. She was wearing a fitted white blouse and a short black skirt that showed off her legs. It was fair to say that Dr Jones was bit of a 'hottie'.

"And what is the problem Mr. Christian?"

"Um, it's my knee", I explained giving her some details of when it hurt.

"Well I shall need to give it thorough an inspection. Certainly I will give it as much attention as you have been giving my legs, Mr. Christian."

Oh dear, she had caught me eyeing up her legs. I mumbled an apology.

"Never mind, I'm sure you meant it as a compliment. Now slip off your trousers and pop onto the couch."

The 'going commando' plan was completely out of the question now. If I tried to slip my knickers off along with my trousers she'd think I was exposing myself. I removed my shoes, then my trousers and tried to get on the couch quickly and cover myself with my shirt.

She pulled her chair over and began examining my knee, prodding it and moving it about.

"Well there doesn't seem to be any ligament or cartilage damage, so that's good. Nice panties by the way, I have a pair like them myself. It could be a postural problem; maybe the way you stand puts pressure on your knee."

Relieved at her calm acceptance of my attire, I began to relax, and then realized that she had said something else.

"Sorry Doctor, I didn't catch that, what did you say?"

"I said, just slip off your shirt and socks and stand up for me, please 'Chrissie'."

With a sinking feeling I pulled off my socks and began to unbutton my shirt. Then a thought struck me.

"Why did you call me Chrissie?"

"Chrissie seems so much more appropriate than Mr. Christian, given your current attire. You have no objection do you, Chrissie?"

I meekly replied "No Doctor."

For what seemed like minutes but was probably a few seconds I stood there in just the pretty pink knickers. Oddly my biggest worry was trying desperately to remain calm and not let on just how turned on the situation was making me. Then I heard the doctor say into the intercom, "Can you pop in to my consulting room Helen?"

Within seconds we were joined by Helen, the nurse. I blushed as she entered the room. She was a plain-speaking Northern lass, a big girl, as tall as me and quite plump but in a curvy way. She was a blue nurses uniform of blouse and trousers.

"Blood hell, what have we got here?" she laughed.

"Chrissie here needs a longer consultation than I can fit in right now, but she's happy to wait til after the last appointment." Doctor Jones explained in a matter of fact tone, "Can you take Chrissie to wait in the records room?"

"No problem Doc." Helen said "come on the Chrissie, follow me" she ordered.

I went to get my clothes from the couch, but Dr Jones stopped me.

"You won't need those, its only 20 minutes or so."

So, dressed in just my pink panties I meekly followed Helen along the corridor, thankfully away from the waiting room. The records room was basically a small box room full of filing cabinets. There was no chair or anything for me to sit on, so I had to stand. As she left Helen said with a giggle "Don't wander off Chrissie."

I stood there waiting. Wandering off was not an option. Twice the door opened and the stern faced receptionist came in. Both times she simple said, "Excuse me Chrissie" went to a filing cabinet then went out. It was weird the way she ignored my predicament, although the way she called me 'Chrissie' showed that she was in on the joke. I wondered what was in store for me. Eventually Helen fetched me. In the corridor Margaret was at one end, Susan at the other. She called out, "Walk up and down the corridor for me please, Chrissie." 

Under the gaze of the three women I walked up and down. To my horror I noticed that Margaret was filming me with a small video camera. Susan and Helen took it in turns to give me instructions. "Put each foot further across in front when you walk" or "swing your hips a little more". I knew their instructions were making my walk increasingly more feminine, but I couldn't refuse. Anyway, being ordered about by these three women, whilst wearing just panties, was a bit of a turn on, so I wouldn't want to refuse. Finally they directed me into the examination room again and made me stand with my hands on my head in the centre of the room.

"What is our diagnosis of our patient Chrissie?" Dr. Jones asked the others.

Margaret spoke first, "He's a little poof who probably takes it up the arse."

I tried to protest but Dr. Jones cut me short, telling me to keep quiet if I knew what was good for me.

"No, he's not gay," said Helen, "look at the way his cock twitches when I touch it." She stroked my cock through the lacy material and it responded by getting even more erect. "In fact there is a damp spot where he is dribbling pre-cum."

"I do believe you are right, Helen," replied the doctor. "Of course his smaller than average penis does mean that he is well suited to wearing ladies knickers and panties." She pulled on a pair of disposable rubber gloves. "Turn round, and bend forward with your elbows resting on the couch."

I obeyed her but the lowness of the couch meant that my bum was very exposed; more so when she slipped my pink panties down to expose my bum but keep my cock trapped. I felt a cold feeling on my bum.

"This is just some gel to assist my examination, Chrissie." Dr. Jones said as she began to rub the gel around and into my bum hole. My cock twitched even more as she applied more and more pressure with her finger. She pressed a little harder and her finger slipped in. I moaned with unexpected pleasure.

"Well he might be enjoying this, Margaret, but from the tightness around my finger it is not something he has done before, so we can rule your diagnosis out." As she spoke the beautiful doctor slid her finger in and out, whilst reaching round to touch my cock. It was all too much for me and I came messily in my panties.

Abruptly she removed her finger. "Stand up and pull up your panties," she ordered. "My opinion is that you are a panty-boy, someone with a panty fetish. I'm going to prescribe a course of treatment. You will follow my instructions, to the letter; otherwise we shall go to the police about your lewd behaviour. I have two witnesses to your state of arousal and suggestive behavour; you'll be in a world of trouble if that happens." She wrote a long list while I was allowed to get dressed. She handed me the envelope. "Your next appointment is tomorrow. Margaret has fitted you in just as surgery closes, so we'll be all alone, just like this evening. Follow the instructions in my letter exactly and we'll have some fun tomorrow. Good bye Chrissie, you sissy panty-boy."

I left clutching the envelope. All the way home the sticky wetness in my panties was a reminder of the events. I managed to get home before the wetness soaked through my trousers. As soon as I was home I opened the letter and began to read...



Doctor's Orders



My name is Alex and I’m an average-looking guy in my mid-thirties. My wife, Liz, and I live in a small town of a few thousand people in the southern US. My wife is a pretty girl ten years younger then me. We’ve never had any kids, so Liz has stayed youthful-looking and trim. I would never describe her body as awesome, but her body curves in and out at all the right places, and simply looking at her in a swimsuit is enough to get me hard. Her tits are not large but, as they say, anything more than a mouthful is a waste. Her best features are her legs and ass, which are the reasons I fell in love the moment I saw her. 

One day, Liz became ill with a bug of some kind and didn’t feel well enough to get out of bed. By lunchtime, she wasn’t feeling any better, so I put in a call for the family doctor. Dr. Davidson was about the same age as me, and had not long ago arrived in town. He was still trying to build up his practice, so was willing to make house-calls, something most other doctors around here will not do. Just before the doctor was due to arrive, I suggested to Liz that she change into fresher clothes. I went to her clothes closet and took out a fresh nightgown and a fresh pair of panties. The nightgown was a simple cotton thing, nothing fancy or sexy, and definitely not transparent. Liz got out of bed, stripped off her clothes and put on the fresh ones I had given her. Seeing my lovely young wife naked, even for those few seconds, cause a stirring of desire in my groin and, if there had been time, I would certainly have had her out of those clothes again in a flash. But there was no time for a fuck, not even a quickie!

Dr. Davidson arrived right on time and I shook his hand as he came in the door. It was the first time I had met him and I was impressed by his firm handshake. I led him upstairs to the bedroom, where Liz was back in bed, with the covers pulled right up to her chin. After exchanging a few pleasantries, the doctor turned to me and asked me to leave the room. 

“I strongly believe in a patient’s right to privacy”, he explained “even from their spouse”

“No problem” said I, and left the bedroom, closing the door behind me.

I went down to the kitchen and poured myself a coffee. I also poured a cup for the doctor, figuring he would be finished examining Liz within a few minutes. As I sipped the coffee, I scanned the newspaper. The minutes drifted by. I finished my coffee and looked at my watch. I had been in the kitchen twenty minutes. I wondered why the doctor was taking so long, then started to drink the coffee I had poured for him. I was just draining the second cup when I heard the doctor’s footsteps coming down the stairs. “It’s about time”, I thought to myself. He’d been alone with my wife for about 40 minutes.

“How is she, doc?” I asked as soon as he came into the kitchen. “You took so long I was beginning to get worried.” 

“No need to worry”, he stammered. “She has a slight viral infection, that’s all. A couple of days of bed rest should be all she needs.” He seemed uncomfortable and anxious to leave.

After thanking him for coming out so see Liz so quickly, I showed him out the door and he sped quickly away in his car. I went upstairs to see how my wife was feeling. She was still lying in bed, and the covers were still pulled up to her chin, just as I had last seen her. She was staring at the ceiling.

“How are you, Honey?” I started to ask, then stopped dead in my tracks and stared at the bed. Draped across the foot of the bed were the fresh nightgown and panties I had watched Liz put on an hour earlier.

“Are you naked?” I asked. She took her eyes off the ceiling and looked at me. She nodded silently.

“How come?” I asked.

“The doctor told me to take off all my clothes. He said that as I was a new patient, he had to give me a complete physical exam.”

“What kind of examination did he do?”

“You name it, he did it” Liz answered quietly. She was acting strangely, and I could see her body moving slightly under the bed covers as she spoke. She was clearly agitated about something.

“You’re going to have to tell me what he did, Honey. I’m no doctor.”

Liz threw off the bed covers, revealing her complete nakedness. She looked absolutely gorgeous and I felt myself becoming aroused again. For the next few minutes, Liz spoke quietly as she described her 40 minutes with Doctor Davidson. 

“After ordering me to undress, he told me to lie down on the bed, just as I am now. I was very embarrassed by the situation, but told myself that he was a doctor, so this was just work for him. I closed my eyes and tried to relax, and kept my eyes closed until he left the room at the end of the exam. He sat down on the edge of the bed and asked me if I did regular self-examinations of my breasts. I never do, of course, so he said that he would have to check them for lumps. He began to massage my breasts, first one, and then the other. He was very gentle and it was not unpleasant. He pulled on my nipples too, and rolled them between his fingers, saying that lumps often form under the nipples, and he had to check thoroughly. He spent quite a few minutes on my breasts and nipples. Eventually it began to feel good, and I was wishing it was you who was fondling me.”

“I’m glad it wasn’t painful for you” I murmured, my voice slightly hoarse.

“It was nice, not painful at all. He then asked me when I had my last internal exam. I told him that it was so long ago I couldn’t remember. He told me to bend my knees, put the soles of my feet flat on the bed, and spread my legs as far apart as was comfortable for me. He told me to raise my hips, and he slid a pillow under my ass. I was in the perfect position for fucking, and I felt completely exposed and vulnerable. I had this wild idea that he was going to fuck me. I just kept telling myself, over and over, 'This is OK, he’s a doctor, he’s a doctor’”. As Liz described this to me, she pulled her knees up and spread her legs exactly as she had done for the doctor. Her cunt was wide open and moist. I felt myself getting hornier as I gazed at my naked, spread-eagled wife. I thought of her doing this for another man just a few minutes earlier, and the thought made my cock twitch. 

She continued her story. “He told me that this exam was important to check for abnormalities in the reproductive system. I felt him squirt some lubricant on the outside of my pussy, and he spread it around with his fingers. Although I knew what was coming next, when I felt his finger slide inside my cunt, I let out a small gasp. He told me to relax, and I felt him move his finger around the wall of my cunt. He was as gentle as a lover and I began to feel aroused as his slender finger stroked the inside of my cunt. I was hoping this part of the exam would last for a while. It did.”

“Maybe I should study to be a doctor” I croaked, my voice thick with passion.

“Oh, Alex, I hate to say it, but the exam was beginning to turn me on. I know I let out a loud sigh when he slipped a second finger into my cunt. He then brought his other hand up and started to stroke my clit, while his two fingers began to slide in and out of my pussy. He said that he was testing to make sure my muscle control was normal. He called it an exam, but as far as I was concerned I was being finger-fucked by a stranger… and I was loving it. My hips started to move in time with his thrusting fingers. I couldn’t help it. It was like my body had developed a mind of its own. I wanted him to fuck me harder and faster. I grabbed the other pillow and pulled it over my face just as I came. I didn’t want anyone to hear my cries of ecstasy. I thrust my hips as hard as I could, trying to get more of his fingers inside me. As I began to slow down, he said my muscle control was excellent as my cunt had a very tight grip of his fingers. 

“I know what he means about your cunt, and I agree” I said. Liz’s description of her exam had turned me on too, and I looked down at the bulge in my crotch. I wanted to get my cock inside Liz as quickly as possible. I wanted to feel those strong cunt muscles milking my cock of the last drop of cum. But I wanted to hear the end of her story first.

“The doctor slowly began to withdrawn his fingers from my aching cunt. I gripped him tightly with my muscles, trying to keep him in as long as possible, as I hate the feeling of 

an empty cunt after an orgasm. But his fingers slid out anyway. He said that there was just one more test to perform and I felt him move further onto the bed. He pushed my knees right up to my chin, which caused my hips and ass to tilt upwards. For a second I wondered what the final exam would be, but my question was quickly answered. I felt one of his well-lubricated fingers, freshly removed from my dripping cunt, slide smoothly and quickly into my butt-hole.”

“That’s too bad, Honey, as I know for sure that it hurts you anytime I’ve tried that.” My sympathy was faked. The mental picture I had of my wife’s naked ass up in the air, with another man’s finger penetrating her butt, just about made me come in my pants.

“That’s just it”, said Liz quietly, “it didn’t hurt at all. Quite the opposite, in fact. He moved his finger gently around inside my butt, and slid it slowly in and out a couple of time. I felt good and my hips began to squirm again. He was still being very gentle and he made sure his finger stayed well-lubricated. He said he was checking for polyps. I didn’t care what he was checking. I felt another orgasm beginning to build and I wanted him to keep going. But after a minute or two he stopped. He let my legs fall back onto the bed, pulled the pillow out from under my ass, then stood up. He pulled the bed covers back over me, and said that was the exam finished”

She paused for a moment. “I feel a bit guilty about the whole thing because I enjoyed what he did to me. It felt good to be ordered to do the things he told me to do. He was in complete control, and I was in no position to refuse. I felt helpless. It’s hard to believe now, but I felt so completely under his power that, near the end, if he had put his cock in me, I would not have tried to stop him.” 

Liz lay on the bed in silence for a moment or two, her eyes closed. Her legs were still wide apart and her moist pussy gave a small twitch. Her voice, when she spoke, was so quiet I could hardly hear her.

“Fuck me, Alex. Fuck me now and fuck me hard. I need to feel that stiff cock of yours inside me. If I don’t get your cock inside me right now I think I’m going to explode”. As she spoke, her body began to squirm on the bed and she began to twist her nipples. I had never seen her so horny. 

I pulled off my pants and under-shorts in record time. My cock stood out like a bar of iron. I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself between my wife’s spread legs and aimed my cock at her twitching cunt. There would be no foreplay, no preliminaries. When the head of my cock touched the opening of her cunt I pushed downward. Her well-lubricated hole swallowed my cock in one easy gulp, and I buried myself to the hilt in her lovely body. Liz gasped with pleasure.

“I loved being finger-fucked by the doctor, but your stiff cock feels a hundred times better” she whispered in my ear. “Now fuck me like you’ve never fucked before.” Her legs went straight up in the air, and I pounded into her as hard as I could. The only sounds in the room were the rhythmic slap of flesh and our cries and gasps of pleasure as we each had the first of many orgasms. 

“I hope you’re not mad at me for spreading my legs for another man, and letting him fuck me” she gasped as we thrust against each other. “After all, I was only following doctor’s orders!”

(To be continued)



Doctors Orders 2nd Appointment



The instructions in Dr. Jones' letter were clear, if a little puzzling and I followed them exactly. At a quarter past seven the next morning I rang the bell on the surgery door. Margaret let me in.

"Morning Chrissie," she greeted me. "Dr. Jones is in room 3 waiting for you, go right in."

I went in. Dr Susan Jones was waiting. She looked stunning again. Her blonde hair was tied up in a pony tail and her blue eyes twinkled behind her glasses. She was wearing a black shirt-waist dress, black opaque tights and knee length boots. She had the top few buttons undone giving me a tantalizing glimpse of her black lace bra. I couldn't help but wonder if she was wearing matching knickers.

"Good morning Chrissie, strip to your panties, I want to see how well you have followed my instructions." 

Soon I stood there wearing just a very dull pair of white cotton panties, with only a trim of thin red lace to make them pretty. I felt her eyes roaming over me, acutely aware of the bulge she was causing in my panties.

"Well done Chrissie, you have followed my instructions exactly and not been tempted to wear something too sexy. There will be time for that later. Now make good use of the toilet next door; I recommend emptying your bowels and your bladder fully. And Chrissie," she paused then added "keep the door open."

As I sat on the toilet, naked apart from the knickers around my thighs, Nurse Helen walked past. She stopped and returned to stare at me. She showed no signs of leaving so I had no option but to let loose a stream of pee. It splashed noisily in the bowl beneath me. I could feel my cheeks reddening with the embarrassment of my situation. I had to wipe myself and pull up my panties while Helen watched, smirking.

"Make sure you tuck that tiny little cock of yours in," she said laughing at me. I obeyed meekly, aware that by tucking it between my legs I increased the femininity of my figure. "Here, let me help you," she added.

With swift hand she used a wide strip of elastic tape to hold my cock in position. Back in Dr Jones' room I was handed a pair of tights, black and opaque like the ones she was wearing. She ordered me to put them on.

She watched me carefully. "That's clearly not the first time you've worn tights," she observed. "I think that for you the American name of pantyhose seems so much more appropriate, don't you agree Chrissie?"

"Yes Doctor," I agreed.

"Hands on your head, Chrissie," she ordered. "Helen, the tape please."

As I stood there she pulled the tights up and then, taking the roll of tape from Helen, proceeded to tape around the waistband of the tights, fixing them to me! The three women then took it in turns to sign the tape. Dr Jones explained that this was to ensure I didn't take them off.

"I won't be able to pull them down either. How do I go to the loo?" I protested, realizing the answer as soon as the words were out of my mouth. Helen laughed nastily.

"You don't you little sissy, you'll have to hold it in all day or put up with wet panties and wet tights!"

As a final touch they made me leave my socks off. Although the tights were opaque, they were obviously not socks, giving me a problem all day.

I drank as little as possible in the morning. At lunch I was surprised to be told there was a visitor waiting for me in reception; it was Margaret. As we walked to lunch I caught myself checking out her figure in the reflections of shop windows. For someone her age she had a good figure! It was a nice day so we walked to the park. There she produced a large bottle of mineral water. I knew what was coming; she ordered me to drink it. All of it! I managed it while she laughingly told me that they didn't want me dehydrating.

For about an hour I was fine. Then the water began to have an effect and I kept shifting in my seat to try to relieve the pressure on my rapidly filling bladder. One of my co-workers, Alison, noticed. She is a pretty bubbly brunette, very fanciable, but she's married. She looked at me strangely.

"Ben I have to ask you something."

"What?"

"Why are you wearing tights and not socks?"

I blushed. "It's a bet" I lied. 

"Of course it is. Is not going to the loo part of the bet as well?"

"Um, yes."

"Well good luck Ben!"

By the end of the day it was quite painful and I still had a train journey and trip to the surgery to survive. By the time I arrived it was taking all my will-power not to pee. I was even considering trying to just pee a little and put up with the wet panties, when, finally, when I was the only patient left I was called into the consulting room.

I was ordered to strip and soon I was standing there in my taped on tights and white cotton panties. Dr Jones began to feel my abdomen, pressing hard in places that made me want to pee very badly. She handed me a tumbler of water.

"Drink that down, Chrissie, tell me about your day."

I told her about the discomfort and also about the embarrassing moment with Alison. She seemed disappointed.

"Next time she asks tell her you're wearing them because you like them."

I nodded and was acutely aware of my need to pee. 

"I know you are close to bursting Chrissie, but I want you to hold on for a bit longer. Come with me."

She led me to the toilet. Margaret went in, leaving the door wide open. To my amazement she hitched up her skirt, pulled down her tights and panties and sat down to pee. It was strangely erotic. I was struggling to hold mine in and now I was getting an erection too! She invited to wipe her dry with the toilet-paper. I did, wiping her neatly trimmed pubic area very carefully.

Next it was Helen's turn. In a teasingly slow way she pulled down her trousers, followed by her knickers. Hers were big and black in contrast to the small pale blue pair Margaret wore. She was also clean shaven. I couldn't keep myself from staring. She unleashed a seemingly endless stream of pee. I wiped her too. It was difficult not to do more than just wipe, but I managed to control myself. My thoughts turned to the sexy Dr Jones; would she be next, I wondered?

"You have a choice now Chrissie; either you can pee now or you can hold on a little longer. If you pee now, our fun is over. If you choose to wait, it will continue. What do you want to do?"

Though I was desperate to pee, I couldn't bear the thought of stopping; I chose to continue. Having redressed quickly I was driven by Dr Jones to the local shopping mall where it was late night opening.

We went into a lingerie store and began to look at the outfits. She instructed me to choose a matching pair of knickers and suspender belt, with the added twist that it had to be something I'd like to see her wearing, but would also like to wear myself! I chose quickly, rather than take my time, a simple pair of cream-coloured knickers, trimmed with black lace. I needed a size 14, but Susan needed a size 10. Clutching a pair of knickers and a suspender belt in each size I went to pay.

"Excuse me, do you know you have two different sizes?" asked the shop assistant.

Instinctively I knew what Susan would want me to say.

"They are for both of us, his and hers," I explained.

The shop assistant tried to suppress a giggle as she finished our transaction. As we left the shop I heard her laughing out loud.

Outside the shop Susan finally gave me permission to go to the toilet. I was bursting by now and as I struggled with the tape round my waist I could feel some pee dribbling out. Pulling the tape off my cock was excruciatingly painful but I had to remove it to pee. It was difficult but I just made it in time. My panties and tights were slightly damp, but not unbearably so.

Back in the mall it took me a few moments to find Susan, but she reappeared behind me. She handed me a bag.

"These are yours" she said simply, adding "be at the surgery at quarter past seven again tomorrow. Good night Chrissie."

She turned round and walked away, leaving me to make my own way home. I thought about going after her, but she was in charge; I dare not question her or else she might end our fun.

"Good night Dr Jones," I whispered.



Doctor's Orders



You sit on the edge of the examining table, completely nude as I conclusively remove the tight, latex gloves from my hands. 

Your annual physical just completed, you promptly reach over to retrieve your discarded clothing, modest, fumbling hands attempting to simultaneously conceal the exposed generous peaks of your breasts, and your neatly trimmed triangular duvet of pubic hair. 

You have demonstrated discomfort and self-consciousness during the thorough, yet routine examination, despite my frequent reassurances in my attempt to put you at ease. 

Not wanting to prolong your awkwardness for longer than is necessary, I nonetheless stop you with a reminder that the session isn't quite complete, and that one last procedure needs to be addressed; all annual examinations require a mandatory stool sample deposit. You look at me with uncertainty, but then nod your head in quiet acquiescence, realizing that it's not an issue up for debate. 

You begin easing yourself from the examining table, furtively looking around for the privacy of a secluded facilities cubicle, but once again, I stop you with a raised hand, indicating the examining table, where I direct you to remain. You look at me questioningly as you climb back atop the table. Soon, my intentions are made clear as I open a cabinet door, retrieving a stainless steel bedpan. 

I then proceed by instructing you to settle into a squatting position. You immediately comply, making the creased wax paper crinkle under your shifting weight. 

Now, you squat, your back slightly rounded, your feet pointed on tip toes, your hands positioned on both sides of you to maintain balance. I move towards your nude, squatting form, and gently position the bedpan beneath the upraised, creamy white globes of your buttocks which I briefly pause to admire. 

I then return to my swivelling seat, perching myself upon it as you once again glance at me uncertainly as if waiting for the next command. I simply tell you to take your time, and to begin whenever you are ready. 

You turn your gaze straight ahead, shifting around in a more comfortable position, remaining motionless for several seemingly long seconds. 

At last, you inhale a deep breath, and suddenly, your body becomes tense, rigid. You frown slightly, your forehead creasing in concentration, your lips pursing into a tight, compressed line, your hands clenching into fists on both sides of you, grasping the wax paper. Your face becomes flushed from your initial exertion as you finally pause to catch your breath.

You bow your head, and your long, auburn hair partially drapes and conceals your strained, determined features as you begin your second push.

You expel a lengthy release of flatulent air, and you turn around to face me with an expression which is at once timid and embarrassed. I simply smile in reassurance as you turn your attention back to the task at hand. 

I allow myself to lean to one side, albeit discreetly, in order to get a better view of your flexing buttocks, the smooth halves slighty parted, your anus expanding and contracting in synchronization with each labored attempt at evacuation. 

I encourage you through your efforts, as one would coach a birthing mother, and minutes later, you finally reach a breakthrough. I lean forward, just in time to see your anus puckering outwards, accommodating the tip of a seemingly thick, brown mass as it emerges almost cautiously, like the head of a hesitant turtle. 

A breathy exhalation escapes your parted lips before you bear down with renewed determination. I watch, transfixed as the stool inches slowly forward with a moist, crackling sound. The protruding tip is hard and knobbly, a dark cluster of compacted, pebbled fragments. 

As the excreted formation progressively eases along, I notice that its shade becomes contrastingly lighter, its texture becoming smoother, countless folds and creases elaborately etching its surface like the detailed markings of a road map. At this point, it exits almost effortlessly, requiring just enough pressure to keep it moving along. Soon, the lengthening stool reaches the bottom of the bedpan, growing longer still, coiling in on itself.

The odor of fresh fecal matter wafts forth, and I notice that the impressive growth now hangs suspended, having finally ceased its development, still held captive by your dilated anus, motionless for several seconds, the rest of its glistening, perfectly shaped length resting in the bedpan like a dormant snake. Then your anus contracts, releasing its grip from the completed specimen, its ending tip protruding slightly upward.

Afterwards, you remain hovered over the bedpan for a few seconds, perhaps anticipating the sensation of another overbearing pressure against the threshold of your anus, and I wait with baited breath for another push, the emergence of a second stool, but alas, you allow yourself to fall forward on your knees, indicating that you are spent. 

You sit back on your heels, your hands cupping your knees, and you timidly ask if you can clean yourself up. I walk towards the cabinet once more, and extract several packets of moistened wipes. I tear open the packets and hand you the damp, cool sheets.  

You shift your position until you are resting on your side, facing away from me. You reach back and begin wiping yourself vigorously, delving deep between your shapely posterior mounds, swiping across your tantalizing crevice with swift, upward strokes. 

You raise the soiled tissue, and I can distinctly see the pattern of faded brown smears marring its white surface. You begin using a second cleansing tissue, until you become fully satisfied that you've wiped all traces away. I then allow you to descend from the examining table, indicating a wastebasket in which you dispose of the stained sheets. You then proceed to gather up your garments and begin dressing as I retrieve the bedpan, seeing its contents up close for the first time. 

Once you are dressed, you begin to exit, and I thank you for your time. At last ensconced in the privacy of my office, I look down once again, at the perfect, solitary specimen before me, a stark, brown contrast against the sterile, white surroundings. It is then, that I allow myself to reach under my imposing lab coat, unzip my pants, and proceed to satiate the overwhelming arousal which had festered within me since the beginning moment of your defecating process. 

Once spent, I recompose myself, looking again through my hazy, blurred vision at the immobile anal offerings for one last time, before reluctantly taking it down to the laboratory for its final observation and analysis.



Doctor's Orders



A couple of weeks before my four year hitch in the Air Force was to end, I received notice to report to the base hospital for a discharge physical. I was to see a Major Hughes on Thursday at 0900.

On the appointed day, I arrived at the clinic in the hospital about 5 minutes before the scheduled time. A cute nurse at the reception desk signed me in and told me to take a seat in the waiting room. After 15 minutes, a male orderly called my name and led me to an exam room.

"Go ahead and take everything off, except your undershorts," he said. "The Black Widow will be with you momentarily." Then he laughed and left the room.

As I began to undress, I wondered what the heck the "Black Widow" crack meant. I figured it was some inside Air Force medical humor. After I was wearing only my boxers, I sat down in one of the chairs to wait for the doctor. The exam room was pretty routine: a long exam table, a couple of chairs, a sink, and a scale. I did notice that the room seemed very bright. Must have been the mil-spec fluorescent lights.

Just a couple of minutes later the exam room door opened and a tall African-American woman entered. "Good morning, Sgt. Peterson," she said. "I'm Dr. Hughes. I'll be doing your exit physical today." She was at least 6 ft tall, and maybe 30 years old or so.

She had on a standard female officer's blue skirt and blouse, with a white lab coat over top. I noticed her athletic legs before I saw the major's insignia on her collar. She also appeared to be quite busty beneath her immaculate white coat. Her beautiful face and flawless, chocolate complexion were highlighted by her perfect smile. In short, Major Hughes was a major babe.

Then I realized that my meager genitals would soon be completely exposed to this sexy, black goddess. A mixture of fear and humiliation replaced my appreciation of Dr. Hughes' good looks. I could feel my balls retracting tightly to my body. I knew my cock would be just a stub. My only hope was that somehow I would be able to leave my shorts on during the exam.

Not a chance. I awoke from my daydreaming as Dr. Hughes began to speak. "The purpose of today's exam is to make sure that you don't have any service-connected injuries or illnesses," she said. "Please remove your shorts and we'll get started." Then she sat down on an exam stool and flashed me a sly grin.

"Yes ma'am," I croaked, as I stood up and began to slip off my boxers. Major Hughes was sitting only 3 or 4 feet from me, and was focused like a laser beam on my crotch. As my shorts hit the floor, her huge smile let me know how small my package had become.

"It's not THAT cold in here," she chuckled.

"No ma'am," I agreed. I looked down and saw that my cock and balls had shrunk to baby size. "I'm just a little nervous."

"With emphasis on 'little'," Dr. Hughes laughed. "Well, just try to relax, sergeant. Let's begin."

Then Dr. Hughes opened a cabinet and removed a large specimen beaker. Still sitting on the exam stool, she motioned for me to stand next to her. "We'll start with a urine sample," she said. Smiling sweetly, she reached out and held the beaker up to my tiny pecker. "Ok, let 'er rip," she chuckled.

I looked (and felt) like a two year old being potty trained by his mommy. The Major had my cock AND shrunken balls inside the specimen beaker. And of course, I just couldn't pee with her staring at me. The humiliation was too extreme.

"Come on, sergeant," said Dr. Hughes. "We don't have all day. If you're unable to urinate, I'll have to catheterize you. And I know you won't like that."

"Yes, ma'am," I said. I remembered the catheter from my appendectomy two years before. So I concentrated on peeing, and was soon able to produce a little trickle of urine.

"Good boy," said Dr. Hughes when I had filled up the beaker with enough for a sample. "Go ahead and stand on the scale while I seal up this container."

I walked across the room to the scale as Major Hughes dealt with the urine sample. When she was finished, she joined me at the scale. "Don't be shy," she said. "Step right on." With her left hand on my bare ass, she guided me onto the scale. "190 lbs," she announced. Then she extended the scale bar to get my height. "6 ft, 3 inches. You're quite a big boy," she teased as she winked at my still shriveled package.

Then Dr. Hughes had me get off the scale and stand in the middle of the exam room. She sat down a couple of feet from me and had me begin a series of exercises. "We need to test your range of motion," she said. She directed me through a series of deep knee bends, toe touches, and jumping jacks. She carefully observed me, with the same amused grin on her face. My tiny pecker barely moved at all, and my balls were still tightly contracted. If every guy was hung like me, the jock strap manufacturers would all go bankrupt.

When the exercises were finished, Dr. Hughes told me to sit on the end of the exam table. She first took my blood pressure, then began to listen to my heart and lungs. As she held the stethoscope to my chest with her left hand, she casually rested her right hand on my thigh. Her long, slim fingers were only about half an inch from my shriveled cock, which, at this point, was also only about half an inch long.

After a quick check of my ears and throat, the doctor then took a vial of blood from my left arm. As she turned to place the blood sample on the counter, Dr. Hughes uttered the words I had been dreading: "Ok, Sgt. Peterson, let's check you for any hernias. Please lie down on the table."

"Yes, Doctor," I said as I stretched out. She walked back to the side of the exam table, and seemed to pause as she stared at my pale, tiny prick. With a grin she began a thorough examination of my genitals. I noticed that she wasn't wearing any exam gloves. As she held my cock between her thumb and forefinger, I wondered if she had any children. Because I would probably compare unfavorably to a five year old at the moment.

After what seemed like a two hour scrutiny of my shriveled goods, Dr. Hughes walked over to a cabinet and began to put on some latex gloves. "Let's take a look at your prostate," she said. "Pull your knees up and hold them apart with your hands."

I did as I was instructed, and was soon spread out on my back like a woman having a gyno exam. Dr. Hughes strolled over to the foot of the exam table, stopped between my widespread legs, and smiled down at me. "Just relax, this won't hurt a bit," she said, as she began to insert her long middle finger into my anus.

She quickly found my prostate gland and began to massage it. And just like she had thrown a light switch, I began to sense a stirring in my cock. "Feels pretty good, doesn't it?" asked Dr. Hughes, as she continued to finger me. I couldn't disagree, and was soon sporting my usual 4 inch wood.

"Looks like your little friend woke up," laughed Dr. Hughes. Then, as I started to feel an orgasm building up, she began to move her finger rapidly in and out of my ass. That did it. Before I could say a word of warning, I shot a huge load of cum all over my stomach and chest. Some even landed on my chin.

"Wow, you would make an excellent donor at the fertility clinic," chuckled the doctor, as she pulled her finger out of my ass. She took off her gloves, threw them in the trash, and told me I could get dressed.

"You seem to be in excellent health," she said as she gathered up my medical records. "Enjoy civilian life. And if I may give you some advice, look for an Asian woman when you want to get married. Somehow the proportions seem about right." Then she smiled, waved her little finger at me, and left the exam room.

It took me a few minutes to catch my breath, clean myself off, and get dressed. I quickly left the hospital and was out of the Air Force in another 2 weeks. I never saw the "Black Widow" again, but I did take her advice. I married a Japanese girl 15 years ago. And she still loves to tease me about what she calls my "little Samurai sword". 



Doctor's Orders



This story contains graphic sexual descriptions. If you are under eighteen or likely to be offended, please do not continue to read.

Copyright 2004 April, All Rights Reserved.

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Doctor Petra Rose sat down behind her desk and tried to let her mind wander. Being a general practitioner was a hectic life at the best of times. She had been a G.P for the nearly twenty years, now in her early forties she still found herself working longer hours than ever before.

Looking after the health of so many people in this inner London community was a stressful occupation, and today's early morning surgery had been even more stressful then usual. But for now, she was enjoying a short well-earned break before the next part of her busy schedule began.

"Ah, Doctor Rose," Her secretary said, on entering the room and interrupting her thoughts. "Here is the list of patients for you're out calls this morning."

With her train of thought now broken Doctor Rose casually glanced at the list that had been presented to her. One name drew her attention almost immediately. And she underlined it with her pen.

"Miss Mary Smith. She'll be the last patient on my rounds before lunch."

"Very good Doctor." Her secretary said as she briskly left the room.

Collecting everything together into her large leather bag, Doctor Rose made her way towards her car. For the rest of the morning and into the early afternoon patients that were too ill to come to the surgery were called on. From the small child recovering from an infection, to the elderly patient needing a flu jab, to the young mother with a newborn baby. All received professional and caring attention from their local G.P. At last Doctor Rose parked her car outside the address of her final patient, Mary Smith.

Carefully Doctor Rose stroked her fingers down her flawless navy blue business suit, checking that any creases were straightened out. She then undid several buttons from her immaculate white shirt, leaving just enough for her ample breasts to force their way into view. Her thick dark hair was quickly brushed back into its neatly styled bob. Perfume was sprayed. Mascara and bright scarlet lipstick efficiently applied. Stockings checked and her sensible flat shoes replaced with high heels. With this transformation complete Doctor Rose emerged from her car, carrying her large leather bag.

Mary Smith lived in a block of flats on a run down council estate. As Doctor Rose made her way up the steps to the forth floor she picked her way carefully past a collection of broken bottles and graffiti strewn walls. Eventually she stood outside a grimy yellow door; a cracked front window and peeling paint its only welcome. She pressed the doorbell and waited. Eventually a young female opened the door. She was dressed only in a thin robe, which she clutched tightly to her. Doctor Rose briskly pushed past her and inside.

"Hello Doctor. Glad you could see me today." Said the young woman nervously.

Ignoring her greeting, Doctor Rose carried on walking down the dimly lit hallway and into the bedroom. She'd been here many times and knew her way around. The young woman quickly closed the door and followed. The doctor carefully placed her bag down by the bed. Sheets and pillows lay strewn about untidily.

"So Mary. You called me out to see you. What's wrong?" Asked the G.P sternly.

"I've been feeling really weird lately, Doctor. I feel so tense and nervous. I can feel my heart pumping away sometimes. I can't sleep at night. I'm just so hyper." Mary babbled.

"Well, we better give you a complete examination then hadn't we? Strip please" The doctor commanded.

The young woman hesitated for a second then slowly let her robe slip from her shoulders and fall to the ground where it lay in a heap. Mary was in her mid-twenties although she looked much older. She was no beauty, although not ugly either. She was not helped by the fact that today she wore no make-up and her hair was sticking up every which way. She looked a mess and knew it, but she'd only just this minute got out of bed.

Mary felt a wave of embarrassment pass over her as she noticed the heightened interest Doctor Rose showed in her nudity. She was quite tall with a very slim figure and dark skin. Her breasts were not large but well proportioned. A brown triangular bush of hair covered her pussy.

Doctor Rose slowly walked around her patient admiring what she saw. A hand casually brushed against the young woman's tight little bottom, making her jump. Warm hands continued to gently ease their way up either side of Mary's slim body, gently feeling her. Touching her. Mary closed her eyes and let the sensation take over.

"I think I should start by taking your temperature" Doctor Rose whispered.

An instant later Mary felt a pair of lips press against her own. She could taste the lipstick. She opened her mouth and gladly let herself be french kissed. Doctor Rose pushed herself hard against Mary, forcing herself more and more against the young woman. Tightly holding her. Making her open her mouth wider. Kissing her deeply. Passionately. Cruelly. Eventually Mary broke free, gasping for breath.

"Well that seems perfectly normal. When is the last time you had a breast examination? Raise your arms please," Doctor Rose said tersely.

Before she could answer Doctor Rose had pushed Mary's hands above her head. Carefully cupping each breast and pushing them to her lips, the doctor began to suck on each one greedily. Nuzzling. Biting gently. Pulling on them. Flicking each nipple between her teeth. Fingers and thumbs gently caressing. Mary groaned as she enjoyed the experience. Suddenly pain replaced pleasure, as her breasts were pulled viciously upwards. Mary cried out and tried to pull her arms down but the doctor stopped her.

"Keep your arms up while I'm examining you!" Doctor Rose said menacingly while pulling even harder on the poor girls nipples.

"Oh Doctor! Please you're hurting me!" cried Mary.

Ignoring the pleas of her patient Doctor Rose then began to slap each breast. Aiming to catch just the tip of each nipple. The stinging pain made Mary cry but she continued to hold her hands above her head. Eventually the torment stopped, to be replaced once again by warm hands that embraced her.

"That's very good" Doctor Rose said softly as she calmed the weeping girl. "I know you hate me examining your breasts, but it's for the best. I give them the all clear."

Mary smiled back at her doctor through the tears. Her breasts now had a tingling warm feeling about them that she enjoyed. Looking down she also saw a trail of scarlet lipstick on each nipple.

"I'm relived about that," She said, gently resting her head on Doctor Rose's shoulder as the two women cuddled each other. Mary was beginning to feel decidedly horny.

"Miss Smith, please bend over and spread your legs as wide as possible."

The sharp, detached professional tone of Doctor Rose's voice startled Mary out of her relaxed state. Before she could answer she found herself being manoeuvred into position. Uneasily she watched Doctor Rose rummaging around inside her large leather case, which contained various medical implements.

"Wh-what now Doctor?" She asked nervously.

"Anal exam" Doctor Rose snapped.

Mary's eyes widened as she saw exactly what Doctor Rose had in mind.

"Oh please no! I can't take that. It'll split me!" The poor girl wailed as the doctor approached her carrying a very large latex butt-plug.

"Nonsense! Now relax please while I apply some lube." Doctor Rose retorted.

Mary felt so vulnerable as the cheeks of her bottom were casually prised apart. Fingers pushed their way slightly inside. The coldness of the sticky lube made her jump. Vigorously it was applied to her tender anus. She bit her lip and tried to relax, preparing herself for the assault about to happen.

Doctor Rose careful pushed the tip of the butt-plug against the girl's puckered hole and then began to push down forcefully. Mary began to cry out as she felt the head of the butt-plug begin to invade her. Agonisingly the young girl began to feel herself opening. The rubber shaft stretched her wider and wider as Doctor Rose applied more pressure to the base of the toy.

"Oh no please!! Take it out!! Take it out!" cried Mary as she was forced to lean forward and touch her toes in an attempt to accommodate the large device.

"Be quite!!" snapped Doctor Rose, angrily slapping her patient's bottom. "You know you must never question what I do. Doctor knows best!!"

"Yes Doctor. I'm sorry. But ...Oh it hurts so much" Mary sobbed as tears once again began to flow down her face. "It really hurts!"

Suddenly, Mary became aware that the butt-plug had stopped being pushed further inside her. Warm fingertips slowly caressed their way down her spine and tenderly began to massage her neck and shoulders. Opening her eyes she saw Doctor Rose was crouched down in front of her. Concern written across her face. Carefully the doctor brushed away Mary's tears, then leaned forward and kissed her lips lightly and lovingly.

"I know I sometimes have to do things that are a little uncomfortable Mary. But I would never do something that would cause you permanent damage. I'm a doctor. I care for your well-being." Doctor Rose said quietly. "Besides, this procedure is very important. So consider it doctor's orders."

Returning to her position behind Mary, Doctor Rose continued to push the large plug deeper into her patient. Mary groaned and leaned forward as far as she could, her hands were now clasped around her ankles as she tried to ignore the pain. Eventually she was relieved to feel the hands of her doctor pressing against her bottom. She had taken the whole butt-plug completely inside her. She felt uncomfortably full,sore and tender. But at least she'd managed it.

As Mary stared through her spread open legs at an upside down world, she could see Doctor Rose once again searching for something in her medical bag. Casually she let one of her hands move up from her ankles. Feeling higher and higher Mary cautiously let one of her fingers slide between her pussy lips. She so desperately wanted to touch herself. Mary closed her eyes and involuntarily let out a groan of pleasure. Suddenly, Mary's butt-plug was grabbed violently and pushed further inside her, causing her shrieked in pain and shock.

"Miss Smith did I tell you to move?" Doctor Rose demanded menacingly as she continued to push and pull on the butt-plug. "Did I tell you to touch yourself?"

"No!" Mary cried. "I'm sorry, please, please stop. Oh it hurts. I'm sorry. Please stop. Doctor! Please!"

"I'm sorry Miss Smith." Doctor Rose responded as she continued to work away at the butt-plug. "But this is all part of your examination. I will try and make it more comfortable for you if wish."

"Oh please doctor! Anything!" Mary groaned.

Suddenly Mary became aware of Doctor Rose's fingers once again touching her, only this time they were not caressing down her back. Glancing upward, Mary joyfully watched as she saw them carefully parting her wet pussy lips, feeling inside her and opening her up. Letting out a groan of pleasure Mary couldn't help but lean forward and stand as far as she could on her tiptoes, all the while grasping her ankles to balance herself and accommodate the large butt-plug as it eased its way back and forth inside her now well lubricated asshole.

"Oh Doctor!! Yes or yes!!" Mary began to mumble as she felt herself begin to edge near a climax.

Doctor Rose's fingers were now almost a blur as they continued to work on Mary's tender pussy. Expertly finding her clit hood, they carefully rubbed and worried this most sensitive area, sending shockwaves of pleasure through Mary and making her opened her up even more. Perspiration began to run down Mary's back. She could smell the scent of sex and see her own wetness run down her thighs. Her face contorted as she felt another orgasm hit her.

"Oh yesss, oh my yessss!!" Mary shrieked.

Leaning carefully back Doctor Rose could now put greater effort in pushing the butt-plug in harder between her patients tender bottom. Moving it faster in and out, while continuing to let her other hand stroke Mary's wide-open and wet pussy. Driving the young woman to yet another powerful and intense orgasm.

"Come on, cum for me. Cum for me now. I want to hear you scream with pleasure!" Demanded Doctor Rose.

"Awwweee, I'm cumming. Oh god yessss!!" Screamed Mary. Her body almost tortured with the passionate delight of another forced climax. Unable to take any more Mary almost fainted, causing Doctor Rose to quickly grab her around the waist as she slumped forward. Supporting her, the doctor dragged Mary's limp body and threw her face down on top of the bed like some lifeless rag doll. Then grabbing hold of the end of the butt-plug, Doctor Rose carefully pulled the latex monster slowly out of her patient's bottom and viewed her handwork with some gratification.

"Yes, I'm very pleased to say I can give you the all clear with your anal exam. I can see you have a beautiful, well used asshole my dear." Doctor Rose said with satisfaction.

"Thank you doctor." Mumbled her grateful patient.

As she lay on the bed with her legs wide open, her pussy gaping and her bottom aching Mary felt totally spent. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Doctor Rose carefully taking off her own skirt and unbuttoning her blouse. The examination was certainly not over yet.

Doctor Rose kept her eyes fixed on Mary's naked body as she casually began to remove her own clothes. She watched with growing satisfaction as she noticed how aroused her "treatment" had made Mary. There was no question that she was now ready for her last act of therapy.

Now dressed only in her stockings and high-heeled shoes Doctor Rose leisurely made her way towards the bed. Her own large breasts swayed from side to side as her nipples stood to attention. The scent of passionate excitement filled the air with pleasurable expectation.

"Time for your internal check-up Miss Smith. I must make sure everything is in working order. Please turn over and spread your legs as wide as possible." Doctor Rose ordered, barely controlling her own feelings of anticipation.

Mary obediently rolled on her back, pulling her legs up and spreading them as far apart as she could. Her pussy naturally opened to reveal itself. Wet, horny, and eager. As Doctor Rose walked towards her, Mary pulled her own pussy lips as far apart as she could, intent on giving the most exposed sight and signalling her total submission and abandonment.

"Do what you want doctor. I am ready for whatever examination you care to do." Mary whispered.

Doctor Rose responded by giving Mary a wicked smile as she revealed what she had in mind. From behind her back she produced a long thick double-headed dildo. This she dangled provocatively over Mary. Instinctively Mary sat up and grasped one end of the shaft, weighing it in her hand and then running her tongue along it. Tasting it, loving it, wanting it. All the time looking directly at Doctor Rose who continued to hold onto the other end.

Purposefully, Doctor Rose stood with one foot on the edge of the bed. This position allowed her own pussy to be exposed to the gaze of her grateful patient. Carefully she let a hand drift down across her body, until her fingers rested on her own pussy lips. Pulling them wide apart she slowly allowed one end of the dildo to slide into her, all the time watching intently for Mary's reaction.

Mary watched with total lust consuming her every fibre. She wanted to be taken. To be used. To be fucked. She watched as inch-by-inch one end of the dildo edged its way inside Doctor Rose's pussy. She watched as the doctor's expression change on her face, from a calm, controlled woman to a complete shameless slut. She watched as more of the dildo was fed inside until with a groan of pleasure Doctor Rose signalled she could take no more.

"Oh that feels so good! Now come over here Miss Smith." The doctor demanded, her voice betraying her fast approaching excitement.

As quickly as she could Mary scrambled underneath. Letting one leg slide between the doctor's legs, the other she stretched upwards in front of her until her foot was resting on Doctor Rose's shoulder. Now Mary could feel the other end of the rubber dildo gentle caress her bottom. Frantically she tried to grab it.

"Please doctor, please help me. Please push it in...I can't... manage it...Oh please!" Mary pleaded. "I want it so bad, oh please doctor. Fuck me now!"

"Calm down Miss Smith." Retorted Doctor Rose. "All good things come to those that wait!"

Mary gasped as she suddenly felt the doctor's fingers begin to slide the head of the dildo across her wet, open expectant pussy and then begin to push it down into her. She squealed with delight as she was opened up and forced apart. Onwards the dildo seemed to travel, deep, deep inside her until she could take almost no more. Suddenly Mary felt the warmth of the doctor's own pussy just above hers. At last they were joined together.

Mary groaned as she felt Doctor Rose begin to lean forward, thrusting the dildo further inside her. Instinctively, she began to push herself upwards to meet the thrusts, stretching her legs as far as they would go and arching her body.

"Oh doctor! Fuck me, fuck me now!" Mary babbled.

The bed now became a playground of noisy lovemaking. Moans and cries of ecstasy filled the air. Each woman enjoying giving and receiving the pleasure they so badly craved. Kissing. Licking. Cuddling. Touching. Fucking. All seemed a wonderful mess. Doctor Rose led Mary from one orgasm to another as she pushed her to her limits. Controlling her. Never letting her relax. Always forcing her towards another climax. Always finding another wild and wonderful position for them both to enjoy.

Finally, Mary once again found herself on her back. This time her legs were tightly wrapped around the doctor's waist. Now almost totally spent, it was all she could do to hold on to Doctor Rose as she continued to use her.

"Oh please, no more. Stop! Oh doctor please!" Mary groaned.

With that Doctor Rose let out a cry as one last shuddering climax forced her to collapse onto her patient. Both women now held each other tightly. Together savouring this quite, beautiful moment. Perspiration covered their bodies and pussy juice soaked into the bed sheets. Slowly Doctor Rose pulled herself free.

Leaning against the wall of the bedroom Doctor Rose tried to regain her composure. She was hot and sticky, her stockings were laddered and as she looked down between her legs she saw the grotesque sight of the double-headed dildo still hanging there. Pulling it carefully out of her pussy she noticed how it was covered in both her own and Mary's cum, immediately she let her tongue side over its great shaft. The taste was wonderful.

Quickly Doctor Rose showered and got dressed. On her return to the bedroom she found Mary still curled up and fast asleep. Taking hold of her hand the doctor began to check her pulse.

"Miss Smith, everything seems fine now. Your pulse is stable. All your examinations proved satisfactory. You seem so much more relaxed now." The doctor whispered. "However, I would like to check on you once again in few days, so phone my surgery and make an appointment. Doctor's orders, you understand."

"I understand doctor." Mary mumbled sleepily. "Thank you very much."

"That's alright Miss Smith" Doctor Rose replied as she leaned over her patient and gave her a long slow tender kiss.

Then, with her large medical bag in her hand Doctor Rose let herself out of the front door. As she walked down the steps to her car the doctor could not help but smile. This is what she liked about the profession she had chosen, about being a doctor.The fact she could visit someone like Mary Smith -- treat her and make her feel so much better.



Doctor's Orders



Last year I found myself in London on business. It was a pretty boring trip, I was there by myself and other than giving a presentation I didn't have any real connection to the other people at the conference. This made my nights pretty boring.

One night I was out late after a mediocre room-service dinner and ended up sitting in a pub for a few hours watching the rest of the world go by. After a few hours I was tipsy enough to know it was time to go home, and I ambled back the two or three blocks to my hotel.

I was at a decent-sized hotel, with a room about 8 floors up, so as I did my best to walk a straight line I headed for the bank of elevators and waited.

The elevator doors parted and there were two people inside. On the right was a man, mid-30's, who was rather unassuming and just standing there, hands in his coat pockets. On the far left was a woman. She was leaning on the side of the elevator, eyes half-open and a half a smile on her face but otherwise fairly slack. Being a guy I paid more attention to her -- early 30's, shoulder length brown hair, dressed in a skirt and jacket, nice legs. Expecting them to get out (it was the ground floor), I had to hurry in when they made no move to exit.

As I entered I definitely saw the woman shudder. At first I wondered if she was tipsy or worse. I pushed my floor and the doors again closed.

I could smell something in the elevator as we started moving. Something musky to be sure, but my booze-tinged brain couldn't get much past that.

I was standing between the two of them, a bit closer to the door, so I had to turn when the woman said hello. I turned to see her looking directly at me, her brown eyes looking straight into mine. She then shuddered and her eyes fluttered, her knees giving way just the slightest bit. Her arms were folded in front of her, holding her other arms. After this episode, she opened her eyes, a bit more heavy and glassy, and looked at me again.

"My doctor over there, " she gestured to the man in the elevator, "says I need a hard cock to cure me."

If I had been sober I would have done a big double-take, but as it was I just smiled and just nodded. "Can't your 'doctor' just give you that himself?" I asked.

"Oh, he does, but sometimes he says I need something stronger." As she said this, she shuddered again, stuttering her words and letting out a soft gasp.

"What am I curing you of?" I asked, once she had recovered a bit.

"Press the tenth floor and you'll find out." Being more than aroused (not to mention intrigued) I pressed 10. She shuddered more visibly and moaned once out loud. She unclasped her arms and one hand pushed up against her pussy from the outside. I could see her nipples now (that I was more or less staring at her) straining against her blouse.

My cock was pretty hard in my pants at this point. The woman noticed and said, "I hope you know how to use that. If he keeps pushing that button I'm going to be forced to find out."

Ah. I looked over at the other guy, who pulled a little remote out of his pocket and grinned. "Just a little shock therapy."

We got out of the elevator on 10, me first with the woman on my arm. She was definitely not steady, and was not being helped by more stimulus from the vibe that her partner was administering. At one step about halfway down the hall, she ground her head into my shoulder and groaned loudly, hanging on to me for support. She quickly regained her composure though, her eyes electric and focused. "Next door on the left. Hurry." She pressed the keycard into my hand.

The door opened and the three of us poured in. Her hand was on my cock immediately, giving it a firm squeeze. With her other hand she pulled my mouth to hers and jammed her tongue into it. She pulled away after a moment. "Get me out of these clothes." 

Her friend had moved to a chair in the the far corner of the room. I looked over in his direction. "Don't worry about him, " she breathed. "He's just here to watch."

I quickly got to work on her clothes, first the jacket and then the skirt. I more or less tore off her blouse and popped off her bra in moments. She had beautiful tits, firm handfuls with nipples that were hard as nails. Her skin was beautiful, soft under my fingers. I traced my hand along the swell of her breasts, and bent over and sucked one in my mouth for a second.

She moaned loudly and her knees gave way again, and I shot a glance over to the corner. I pulled down her panties and finally saw the butterfly vibrator strapped to her pussy. "I think I found the problem," I said as I ran my hands over her ass and legs.

She moaned, "I need you to fuck me, right now. He's been teasing me for hours." She pulled down my pants and freed my cock.

We removed the butterfly and was face to face with her pussy. It was hot and pungent and damp all over. Just my breath on her made her shudder. "Please, please, now," she whispered.

But I couldn't just yet. I pushed her back onto the bed, my mouth falling between her legs. I had my tongue on her clit, pulling her tight by her ass into my face.

"No! Oh gooddd! Yes!" she cried out as I hammered at her clit. She was writhing everywhere, overstimulated to the brink. Her hands pulled on her nipples, and her legs were clamping down on the side of my head. My face was soaked with her wetness, and I took two fingers and pushed them into her steaming cunt. Suddently her hips lurched up and she went silent, her hands slamming down into the bed.

"Aaaaggghghh!" What started as a silent scream became a shrill and desperate wail as her orgasm flew through her. I kept at her pussy, driving my fingers in and out of her cunt, long slow strokes as she spasmed around them. "Stop, stop, stop, oh god, auuuggh!" she begged, overcome by the sensation and then hit with a second strong orgasm. Her hands pushed my head against her.

"Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me, now now now now," she started chanting, pulling me up to her and kissing me hard again to taste herself on my lips and tongue. She had a sheen of sweat on her forehead, her hair damp and matted against it. "I'm not yet cured, " she taunted.

In one movement I pushed into her up to her hilt and began thrusting rapidly. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" she grunted out on each thrust. I ground against her pussy as I pushed in and out of her, grinding my pelvis into her clit with each thrust. Her pussy felt like fire against my cock, and she frantically thrust her hips off the bed to meet me. Faster and faster we went, her hands on my shoulders, on my ass, fingernails digging in as we frantically fucked. "Oh gggg -- again!" she cried out, clawing my back with her hands as I thrust all the way in as she came. Her pussy was spasming so hard, it was milking my cock as she shook underneath, a long wail into my ear.

I wasn't going to be long now. "I'm gonna cum any minute," I gasped.

Immediately she pushed me off of her, and sat up. "Yes yes-this is what I need to cure me," and she took my length in her mouth. She licked up and down my shaft, tasting herself, and then resuming a feather-light up-and-down on my cock as she worked the base of my cock with her hand. I was getting right to the edge when she moaned loudly around my dick. At the other end of the bed, her friend had been unable to resist seeing her ass pointed up in the air and was furiously fucking her from behind, so much so that she could barely keep her mouth on me. She buried her other hand under her and began to frig herself as he thrust in and out of her, jerking me with her other hand.

"Fuck I can't take it," she gasped, looking up at me with unfocused eyes, desperate to make eye contact. I stared back at her, smoldering, as she stiffened, unable to keep her eyes open any longer. This did it for me. I put my hand on the back of her head, and she realized just in time what was happening, taking me in her mouth as I exploded rope after rope of cum. I heard her friend gasp at that point, and with one last push he grunted and came inside her.

She collapsed forward onto me, her head resting on my abdomen.

"I think I'm cured for now," she said weakly, opening her eyes again to look at me.

"I'm glad you followed your doctor's orders," I replied.



Doctor's Orders



Daphne leads a stressful life. Between her job, family and friends it was bound to happen. One day it did. She snapped. At work. She had one too many projects thrown at her and when her boss told her to do yet another project that was supposed to be done by someone else. She threw her computer on the floor and walked out.

Daphne's boss told her she would have to see someone to control her anger before she could return to work. She would still have a job waiting as long as she could get her anger under control.

At the first appointment, Daphne told Dr. Delegon all about her life—the extra demands put on her shoulders at work, the joys of being a working, single mom, and she even mentioned being undersexed. Dr. Delegon listened intently to all she told him. He took a few notes here and there. At the end of the hour he gave her his initial diagnosis.

"Daphne. I believe you are the victim of a nervous breakdown," he began. "I am therefore ordering you to take a one-week vacation. I don't care where you go or what you do but you will find someone to care of your kids and do your job. At the end of the week, you will come back and visit with me and we'll go from there."

"But..." Daphne began.

"No buts," said Dr. Delegon. "If you want to go back to your job, you will do as I say."

"Okay," Daphne said in a defeated tone. 

She couldn't tell you the last time she went on a vacation much less one by herself. She called her mother and made arrangements for her to keep the children while she was away.

"Mom. Isn't 35 years old too young to be having one of these?" she asked.

"I think it will do you some good," Daphne's mother told her.

"You know. I do believe you are right."

Now she just had to figure out where she could go for a week. She got online and starting looking at all the usual getaways—Hawaii, Cancun, Jamaica—but no one was booking on this short notice. She logged into her email and saw a joke sent to her from her friend, Phil, and she remembered he told her anytime she wanted to come visit she could.

Phil had his own little paradise built right on his land. It came complete with a rustic cabin, boat dock, fishing and hunting amenities and just about anything else that wouldn't overstress her. It was perfect.

Daphne called Phil and told her what happened at work and the meeting with the doctor. He said he would be delighted to have her come and stay.

"You've picked just the right time," Phil began. "I had planned to have a small gathering for Earth Day this coming week but my work schedule forced me to cancel it. I've already prepared everything."

"That's great," Daphne responded. "It'll probably be too cold for me to swim won't it?"

"It depends on how cold you like your water," he said. "Our weather is supposed to be fantastic this week. I do have a hot tub that you can relax in if the water's too cold."

"Cool."

"I'm sorry I'll be working most of the time and I won't get to spend much time with you," he said.

"It's okay," Daphne said. "I think the doctor wants me to relax."

She got off the phone with Phil and printed out the directions to his house. She grabbed her suitcase and threw several outfits and a couple of swimsuits in it. She could at least work on her tan.

She decided to drive overnight and arrive in the early morning. It took just over eight hours for Daphne to arrive at Phil's. 

"Wow!" she exclaimed. "This really is Paradise."

"I told you that's why I nicknamed it that," he said. "Now if you'll follow me, I'll give you a brief tour before I have to head to work."

Phil showed her the beautiful and calm blue water of his lake. He had volleyball nets set up on the golden sandy beach. Up the shore a bit, she saw the hot tub steaming in front of a beautiful log cabin. In front of it was the boat dock.

"As you can see, I still have all my earth day party favors and decorations set up," he said. "I hope you don't mind but I am planning to have just one party on Friday to observe the special occasion. If you think you'll feel uncomfortable around my friends, I can always book you a room at the hotel."

"Who knows? After four days of sun and fun, I may want to party."

"I hate to leave you here on your own, but duty calls. There's plenty of grub in the cabin."

Phil gently pecked Daphne on the cheek before turning to leave.

"Dammit," he muttered under his breath. He knew she was 20 years younger than he, but he still loved to look at her curves. Watching her tuck a stray strand of her blonde hair behind her ear as the wind whipped it in her face, turned his insides to mush.

They had always had a playful relationship, but he didn't know if she wanted anything other than a shoulder from him right now.

Daphne stuck a toe in the water and felt just how cold it was. She decided to grab her two-piece turquoise swimsuit and tan for a while to see if the sun could heat her up enough that she'd want to jump into the lake.

She walked out to the boat dock and saw a lounge chair already set up. Looking around she could tell Paradise truly was in the middle of nowhere. 

"To hell with it," she said to no one. "I'm here to relax." 

With that, Daphne took her swimsuit off and threw it on top of her towel and lay on her stomach on the chair. She brought several books to read but her mind was too scrambled for her to settle on any one thing.

She thought of things that needed to be done at work to reduce her stress. She decided it would be worth the extra money to hire someone at least part-time to help with the children.

"Well that didn't take long," Daphne said. "All this trouble for me to speak my mind at work more often and to be vulnerable and admit I'm not superwoman."

It was time for her to turn over. She sat up and grabbed her water, taking a long drink. A few droplets dribbled onto her large breasts.

She rubbed the water into her smooth skin and closed her eyes. It had been a long time since the last time she had had sex with anyone. She couldn't even remember his name. She rubbed her breasts and twisted her nipples. It felt good, so she rubbed them harder. She squeezed on and brought the nipple to her mouth and tugged on it lightly with her teeth.

It was one of the perks of having massive DDDs adorn her chest. She moaned louder, glad no one was around to hear her cries of joy at pleasing herself. She slid her other hand down her stomach and parted her thighs.

Because she left her cell phone in her purse in the cabin she never heard Phil call to say he was able to take the rest of the day off to spend time with her. He walked up just as she took her nipple out of her mouth and threw her head back as her hand began to caress her clit.

Phil stopped in the weeds just before hitting the clearing and watched this golden goddess stroke her pussy. His dick immediately sprang to life. He stood very still, holding his breath; unsure if he should make his presence known or just watch in silence.

Daphne made his mind up for him when she pushed two fingers in her pussy, drawing out her sweet nectar and licking it off her fingers. Phil slipped off his socks and shoes and slid his pants, underwear and shirt off and stood in the weeds gently stroking his cock, mesmerized by Daphne's actions.

After she licked all her juices from her fingers, she thrust them deep inside her again. She bucked against her hand as her thumb rubbed her clit. She could feel herself about to cum. Knowing she was alone, she moaned loudly.

"Oh God! This feels so fucking good," she screamed. "Damn you really know how to fuck me!"

Phil began to inch his way closer and closer to Daphne. He had his hard cock between his fingers and stroked himself harder and harder. He let out a small moan of his own, startling Daphne.

She opened her eyes and looked around. Phil, now about six feet from the foot of the lounger, stood staring at Daphne, obvious desire showing in his eyes. Daphne watched him move his hand over his cock and rub his own balls. 

She felt her pussy release more of its juices and began stroking herself in time to Phil's rhythm. Daphne tilted her head back and rocked her hips to meet her hand. Phil felt himself about to cum and stopped stroking himself.

He knelt between Daphne's legs and parted her thighs even farther. He smelled her sex well before his face reached her swollen lips. With a deft tongue he cleaned all her sweet cream from the outside. The more he licked though, the more Daphne bucked and squirted juice onto Phil's face. 

Daphne rose up and looked down to see Phil between her legs, his curly, blond hair dripping with sweat. Phil saw the desire deep in her blue eyes and knew she's enjoyed his tongue assault. He slid a finger into her hot, wet cunt and Daphne licked her lips and cried out before lying back down.

Phil took her clit between his lips and sucked hard, making Daphne scream and buck uncontrollably against his face. 

"OH my God," she screamed. "Fuck me. FUCK ME FASTER you mother fucker!"

The dirty talk coming from this sweet younger woman almost made Phil shoot his load on the dock. He grabbed her hips and raised her ass off the chair so he could force his tongue deep inside her wetness.

"Mother fucker," she cried out. "My cunt juice is squirting all over you!"

"Mmmmmmm," Phil responded. 

Daphne's pussy, now swollen and wetter, continued to release what seemed like buckets of juice onto Phil's face. She didn't know how much more of the sweet torture she could take. She squeezed his face between her legs and said in a hoarse voice, "it's my turn." 

When her legs stopped shaking, she motioned for Phil to stand in front of her. She scooted her cum soaked ass to the bottom of the lounger and grabbed Phil's ass pulling him close to her face. She grabbed his balls in one hand and the base of his shaft with the other while slowly bringing her lips to it. She kept her eyes on Phil's face the entire time.

When her lips wrapped around his helmet, she could feel him about to collapse. She reached her hands back around him, grabbing his ass cheeks to keep him from falling. Her head bobbed up and down him in a slow and steady rhythm. She ran her fingers in circles around his ass, tempting and teasing his hole.

Phil opened his eyes and nodded ever so lightly at Daphne, letting her know it was okay if she wanted to do what he thought she wanted. She sucked his cock hard and fast. She took one of her hands off his ass and brought it to her still wet pussy and gathered her juices onto her index finger.

She brought it back to his ass. As soon as she slowly passed his tight threshold and pushed her finger deep inside his ass, Phil shot his load down Daphne's throat. She held on tight to him and let him buck and thrust against her face and finger. When his tremors stopped, Daphne slid her finger out of his ass and smacked her lips loose from his dick.

"God, woman," said Phil. "You sure know how to get a man off." 

She smiled, a little of his cum sliding down her lips. Phil reached out and wiped it off her lip before reaching a hand to help her up.

"Since I have the afternoon off, how about I cook an early dinner for us?"

"Sounds great," Daphne said before she took two steps around Phil and dove into his Paradise Lake.

"Holy fuck!" she screamed. "This is fucking cold." She hurriedly swam to shore where Phil stood with an outstretched towel.

"I told you it would be," he replied.

"Well, it served its purpose of cleaning me off...for now," said Daphne smiling.

They walked hand in hand to the cabin. Phil started the grill while she scrubbed potatoes for baking. Both worked in relative silence as they prepared their dinner of steak, baked potatoes and salad.

They sat on deck chairs outside the cabin to eat.

"I didn't know you were so Earth conscience," Daphne began.

"I used to not be," replied Phil. "When I started working on my duck blind and a few other things around here, I realized just how used and abused our planet is. I got online and started looking for ways I could help out. I started by doing all the usual things you see on TV—light bulbs, recycling, and even composting.

"I started talking to my friends about it and found out most of my friends could care less," he said. "That's why I planned the Earth Day party. I wanted to share with all of them just how easy it is to do their part to save the earth."

"I know one way we can conserve energy...well make some of our own," Daphne said as she got up and walked toward Phil.

"And how is that?" he asked, his eyes twinkling.

"Well," she said. "We can start like this." She sat on his lap and removed the towel she had wrapped around her. She pressed her lips to his neck and sucked lightly.

"Then," she said as she nibbled his ear, "We can do some of that." She ran her hands down his chest and grinded her pussy into his towel covered lap.

"After that," she continued. "We can really stir up some energy."

She kissed him deeply then. Her lips moved over his as her pussy ground into his hardening cock. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and pushed her pussy farther onto his lap. He reached and undid the towel confining his cock.

She teased him by rubbing her pussy up and down his cock, but not letting him enter her. She got off his lap and kissed her way to his throbbing cock. She could taste herself on his head as she took it slowly into her mouth. 

Phil placed his hands through her blonde locks and guided her mouth over his swollen member. He forced her to take his cock all the way into her mouth. She gagged briefly before she relaxed her throat and took him all the way into her mouth.

She sucked him hard and fast and then slowly slid her lips up his shaft. She took just the head in and sucked on it hard. She ran her fingers up and down his chest, leaving deep red marks.

When Daphne felt Phil tugging harder and harder on her hair she knew he was close to release. She eased the pressure on his cock and slowly sucked him before gently removing her lips.

"I see you like my lips around your cock," she said. "How about I put another set there for your enjoyment?"

Daphne straddled Phil's legs once more and positioned her pussy right over his rigid penis. She lowered herself slowly and reached down to guide him into her. As soon as his member parted her lips, she involuntarily clinched her pussy walls hard onto his cock and came all down him. 

She placed her hands on Phil's shoulders and began to ride him. She leaned in closer to him as he reached and grabbed both her tits, twisting her nipples. He lowered his mouth to one and sucked and tugged. Daphne threw her head back and cried out.

"Oh Fuck Phil! You're gonna make me cum all over you again."

"I think that's the point," he said with her nipple still grasped between his teeth. He tugged harder on the taut nipple before trying to get as much of her ample tit into his mouth as he could.

He took his other hand and ran it down his chest until he reached the base of his cock. He flipped his hand over and began to stroke her clit as Daphne bounced up and down.

"Your cunt is so hot and wet," Phil said. "I could fuck you all night long."

His words spurred Daphne to fuck him faster. Her pussy again tightened on his cock and Phil had to rise up to meet her for fear he might lose her moist, warm hole.

"I'm gonna cum all over you again, damn you!" Daphne cried.

"Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock!"

Daphne buried her nails into Phil's shoulders, almost drawing blood. She fucked him faster and faster, squirting more and more of her cum on his dick. 

"My god! You make me so fucking wet!"

Daphne felt Phil's cock swell just before he shot his load deep inside her. She collapsed atop his chest and rested her head on his shoulder.

She could feel her pussy spasm on his shaft, drinking in all his cum. When her breathing returned to normal, she rose up and looked into Phil's eyes.

"You know?" she began. "I think this was just what the doctor ordered."



Doctor's Orders



You'd looked forward to this cruise for ages and it had been fun for the first half, lots of good looking men around to flirt with and a few nice nights with some but nothing memorable. Then it happened, FOOD POISONING!!! Who would have thought it one bad oyster and you're stuck in bed for 4 days with nothing to do!!

The only good thing was the ship's doctor... You've always liked a man in uniform.....and he's quite the hunk!! You didn't really mind being bed bound and enjoyed flirting with Doctor Tom as you call him... telling him things like...'I love to see how big your thermometer is'... 'I wonder if I could fit it all in my mouth' he always replied 'it against medical ethics for a doctor to fraternise with his patients... I might have to resign to make you happy!!'

On the fourth day the doctor said he would allow you go back to your cabin under doctor's supervision, he would therefore insist that you attended the ship's final ball in his company... just so he could monitor your wellbeing of course!! Feeling excited you agree...

Once back to your cabin you quickly shower and change and go to the ship's boutique and buy the sliver grey figure hugging backless silk evening dress you were looking at before you fell ill!! Back in your cabin you quickly try it on and feel a thrill of anticipation... you also notice the outline of your panties and bra in the mirror.... that will never do!!

On the night of the ball you promise the doctor that you'd meet him in the ballroom, you dress, slipping the silk over your naked body... feeling the material stroke your tingling body, the material touching you breasts sends electric shocks through you as it strokes across your nipples...'mmmmm god this feels so bad!!' you think to yourself... with a last look at yourself in the bedroom mirror you turn and leave to go to the ballroom....

You reach the doors to the ballroom and stop... taking a deep breath you step through and stroll across to the bar to get a drink, as you walk you feel many of the men watching you... and you feel a bit smug, knowing that they're wondering who you are and if they'll be leaving with you tonight!! You notice many of the women are staring too... But you know their thinking something completely different!! 

Reaching the bar you order your drink, turning you see Doctor Tom walking towards you and looking you up and down... ' you look fantastic' he whispers in your ear... and again you feel the thrill of anticipation run through your body, 'this old thing' you say with a sly smile, 'I just had nothing else to wear..... So that's what I'm wearing underneath' you quiver again as you see his eyes widen slightly at your admittance!!

All through the night Doctor Tom is the perfect gentleman... barely touching your back as you dance and always holding your chair out for you to sit... you start to think he was serious when he said he was accompanying you to the ball to monitor you!! Then towards the end of the evening he touches your thigh when you're sitting close together talking... sliding his hand up your leg under the table so no one can see... moving it closer to you bare pussy each time but never touching.... you swear you're going to stand up soon and there's going to be a damp patch on the back of your dress where your pussy juices have leaked!!

Again Doctor Tom asks you to dance and as he leads you to the floor, with his arm round your waist, he whispers in your ear that he wants to walk you to your cabin afterwards and gently squeezes your hip... you look at him and your breath catches as you see a look of pure lust in his eyes... all you can do is nod, the dance seems to finish so quickly you can't seem to catch your breath before he's walking you to the door...

As you step out in to the cool night you feel your nipples tighten and harden as the breeze brushes across the silk... Doctor Tom looks at you and apologises asking if you'd mind going past the ship's infirmary on the way to your cabin as he needs to do something in there first... again you agree, not knowing what to think or how to take this man who one minute is teasing you and the next is all business...

When you get to the infirmary he asks you to come inside with him and opens the door for you... as you step through ahead of him you see a bottle and 2 glasses on his desk... Doctor Tom is right behind you and you feel his hands stroke down your arms and across your back as he lightly kisses your neck.... the feel of his mouth on you makes you quiver and almost jump with excitement...

Again he strokes your arm but one hand has undone the bow at your neck and you feel the dress slip down your body as his other hand slides round you and gently cups your breast... lightly massaging your erect nipple.....again he kisses your neck and you feel so wanton... you jump as you feel his other hand slide down you back to you bottom and squeeze it.....

Turning round in his embrace you stand completely naked for him to gaze upon...slowly you lean forward and kiss him passionately on the lips, you feel his arms round you again this time pulling you towards him... as he crushes you against his still clothed body you feel a hardness at his groin and pull away... 'My turn to have some fun you say and slowly unbutton his shirt... kissing his exposed chest as you go, he slips the shirt off and you start to undo his trousers... he stops you and leads you into the ward area... now he lets you carry on.. You're trembling as you undo his trouser (is it nervousness or excitement?? You're not sure!) Slipping his trousers down you see his boxers and the bulge looks even bigger than it felt!! Kneeling down you slowly pull his boxer down and gasp... as his hard, thick cock appears and you see the tip glisten already with his juices you go to lean in to taste and he steps back... looking up at him you see him shake his head and he takes you hand and pulls you to your feet.....

He starts to lead you to one of the beds and you think he's going to lay you on it... as you both reach it he leans against it and pulls you in to him and kisses you hard... you can't help but respond your tongues entwining... without warning his arms are round your waist and he's lifted you up and suddenly you feel his hard, thick cock entering you pussy... forcing its way into your tight wet hole, you gasp... deeper it goes and you gasp louder, again he lifts you and again he thrusts as he lets your body lower onto his waiting cock... you feel you pussy throb with each thrust your clit is squeezed and rubbed all along the length of his cock as he pushes into you and withdraws..... You can't help it when you have your first orgasm you never felt anything like this... and cry out for him not to stop!! You feel his mouth on your nipples as he leans back and down... sucking as he thrusts into you, your pussy is squeezing harder with each thrust... And you're cries get louder each time..... Suddenly he stiffens and you feel it as his cock twitches and his hot cum floods your waiting wet pussy... now you don't care... your body orgasms again and you scream out 'Oh Fuck Yes!!!'.......

Doctor Tom turns with you still impaled on his cock and lays you on the bed... you feel him pull out as you bodies shaking... now there's a new sensation... his hot breath is on your stomach... his lips are lightly kissing it.. you feel ripples of pleasure run through you as he kisses downwards...now he's kissing round your pussy mound... skirting the light dusting of hair your always leave... his kisses draw near you swollen pussy lips and you open your legs ever so slightly in invitation... he moves away from them kiss down and across the lower lips and back up the other side... 

again he draws closer and again you open your legs invitingly... this time he kiss over your pussy lips and a shudder of pleasure runs through you..Again he kisses round and this time he doesn't wait for your invitation he kisses up you pussy lips and as he reaches the top you feel his tongue dart inside them to find your clit... licking just once he pulls away as you moan out... now you moan in disappointment as you feel him kiss round your pussy again.... kissing up the lips and again slipping his tongue inside you longer, harder he licks your pulsing clit... this time not leaving as you moan louder... 

again you feel his tongue against your clit and then suddenly he has his teeth round it and as he lick gently bites it.... your body jolts as if you've been hit by an electric shock and you start orgasming again and again as he doesn't stop licking and gently biting your throbbing hard clit...... almost without warning you feel him stop and move from you, you gasp at how quickly this man has been able to control you....

Now you feel him move up your body and as you open your eyes you see him standing close to your head... his still hard cock inches away from your face... you look up at him as you move your head slightly towards it and you see a ghost of a smile on his face... moving again you open your mouth and slide your tongue out to lick the tip of his throbbing cock... the taste of your mingled juices sends another quiver through your body.. Again you lick this time round the head and you can taste move of his cum... Slower still you encircle the head with your mouth and slowly move it down his throbbing shaft... 

taking as much as you can into your mouth before sliding back up... licking as you go you move down again faster this time and you start to suck... back up to the head and before you take it in your mouth again you slip your tongue under his foreskin and lick round.. You feel a small squirt of pre cum hit your tongue and suck harder as you again bury his cock into your mouth... 

You almost take it all in and moving back up again you reach up with one of your hands and gently stroke his balls with your nails.... cupping his balls and lightly squeezing as if to force his cum out you suck harder and move you head faster up and down... you hear him groan and shake with pleasure as you move faster, stroking faster too with your nails... you hear him gasp and looking up you see he's looking down your body... you realise that without thinking about it you've started playing with your soaking hot pussy he watches mesmerized as your finger kneed and tease your clit.. and you can't help sucking his cock harder...

he can't take his eyes off your fingers as the massage your pussy covering themselves in your juices and his cum.... suddenly he stiffens and you feel his cock jerking, filling your mouth with his cum you swallow and start Cumming too... both of you moaning loud... you can't help but drink his cum as he shoots load after load into your mouth.... you collapse as he finally stops Cumming and let his cock fall from your mouth... your panting hard..

Again he moves... and again you feel him lift your legs, this time you look to see him hold them apart and almost straight up... you can't believe he's going to fuck you again... 

you feel his hot cock touch your pussy you moan out...'please not yet' but he pushes in and you feel him throbbing inside you as another orgasm hits you so quickly you can't believe it... thrusting deeper into you than you thought possible he makes you cum continually until you feel his hot burning cock jerk again and then you scream out long and hard as the strongest orgasm you've ever had hits you....' Oh GOD yes fuck me, fuck me!!' you scream slowly he collapses on top of you...

Doctor Tom looks at you and with a wicked smile says 'Miss after a thorough examination I think I can give you a very clean bill of health!' and to think you though this cruise was going to be a totally wasted holiday!!!