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Her Dirty Doctor Dreams Come True

By: sabrinaH33



In the months after my ex left me, I dealt with the rejection by escaping into a fantasy world where I was again an object of desire. But these vivid scenes starred someone all too real, my OB GYN, a man I had developed the fiercest crush on over the past years, one that intensified exponentially immediately following this latest trauma. While the year's daydreams served a purpose, they also made my upcoming appointment with Dr. Marco emotionally charged. 

I was hesitant to talk about the changes in my life and my bruised ego, even though he had known me quite a few years and delivered my children, which of course were some of my fondest memories. I also hadn't been with a man in a year, and the thought of being on display in this way was angst filled and strangely exciting at the same time. My heart began to race as I lay back on the exam table and settled my heels into the stirrups. In he came. 

Dr. Marco was very tall. At least six foot three, maybe more, with a slim but pleasantly muscular build. Good shoulders, a strong nose and wavy brown hair. The fact that he was probably in his early fifties and about 20 years my senior made him that much more attractive to me as there was something even more illicit about my feelings. Perhaps it also had something to do with his sophistication and cool confidence. He had style; you could almost see your reflection in his shiny brown Ferragamo shoes. A pristine, well coordinated shirt and tie were always peeking out from his white lab coat. 

He was so proper, in fact, that I decided he must be hiding ragingly dirty side underneath. He was a GYN after all. How does a man become drawn to that profession? Not to mention, how intriguing would it be to experience such an intelligent man whose entire life was dedicated to being a student of the female body? Thousands upon thousands of women. What secret spots did he know about that your average man on the street did not? My mind ran wild with this thought in particular. 

During a few past visits, I'd seen him in his short sleeve scrubs and sneakers. These were my favorite days, as you could clearly make out his bulge beneath the thin green fabric. He'd look uncharacteristically rumpled and slightly sweaty, probably fresh off a double shift of bringing new babies into the world, adding to his superhuman mystique. On those occasions I would lie back and enjoy watching his well-defined bicep dance a little as he used his fingers to navigate my body, his eyes darting side to side as he observed me intently from beneath the paper draping. 

He didn't wear a ring and never shared his story, but he had an air of loneliness about him that made him all the more complex. I wanted to break down his icy exterior and I wanted to know him. Did he notice how I'd tried to look my best, putting an extra effort into my makeup and being sure that my long brown hair had just the right amount of body? My inappropriate feelings had the happy effect of melting away all the usual doctor anxiety in favor of the butterflies you get from your high school crush. I felt ridiculous of course, but he really was, in a word, intense. 

I wasn't the only one Dr. Marco made nervous. I had seen entire rooms of people freeze as he entered. Nurses and even other doctors would stand up straighter in his presence. He was clearly an expert in his field and someone who effortlessly commanded respect, even a little fear, perhaps. The owner of a thriving practice and a bigwig at the hospital, you just could never get a read on him. I'd find myself comfortable in his presence, but never too much so. Maybe it was the Patrick Bateman gone 50-something vibe he had working that kept you feeling on edge. Still, he could be suddenly warm. The kind of guy who makes you wonder if he's going to murder you or make love to you. 

A little wider please" he said as he gently coaxed my knees apart. "Now a little cold, a little pinch, good girl." 

The last part made me tremble.

When he looked up his gaze was, as usual, steely. What was this man thinking? Could he feel that he'd been the subject of my fantasies for the better part of a year now? That many nights I'd fall asleep after getting off to thoughts of him taking me from behind over his exam table, his pants just barely unbuckled from the urgency of the encounter. I had so much pent up frustration that I was sure he could hear my thoughts. So I started rambling. I told him everything. How my husband had suddenly left last last year. I even told him that he said it was because I didn't feel the same to him after our kids came. Before I knew it, a few tears had rolled down my face onto the table.

"I'm sorry for your troubles," he said dispassionately as he rolled backwards and snapped off his gloves one by one. Standing now, he brushed his large hand over his chin as if thinking carefully about something, then he glanced for a split second towards my still partly opened legs. "You know that ethically I can only respond as your clinician, but I will say that I hope some day the world realizes how beautiful and powerful women's bodies are, particularly after they've given life. You don't get into this business if you can't see the allure in that." Allure. His words made me feel better. 

"You're doing great, sweetie," he said as he gave me a sudden, now fatherly, peck on the forehead, making me feel oddly kinky for my obsession. Then, blinking through his hooded emerald green eyes that lent such a unique contrast their black eyelashes and his lightly tanned, olive skin he said, "I'll look forward to seeing more of you next time." More of me. Hmmm. Not so fatherly? A shiver went up my back. 

The following week I did the impossible and, for the first time since my ex took off, parked the kids with family and made evening plans with a friend. I had no idea what to do as a new single, but it was finally summer and I reasoned that I deserved some fun. I was pleased by how my old favorite red slip dress looked on. It was just short enough to be sexy but not over the top, and paired perfectly with my very high nude sandals. I'd somehow found the time to properly prepare for anything, and down to the shimmery bronzer on my legs, I decided I was ready to stick it to my ex if a worthy option presented itself. 

The night ended up amounting to just some girl talk and too much wine, so when my friend headed out, I found myself not quite ready to go home. My feet seemed to be carrying me to this townie haunt at the top of the cliff that overlooked New York City from its vantage point across the Hudson River. 

The red dress scored me the requisite validation I'd been drunkenly hoping for, but as I took my place at the corner stool, I quickly realized I was going to be getting a lot of unwanted attention. Still, when you're slumming it you can't go wrong with a decent tequila on the rocks. I'd drink my courage and befriend the bartender in case anyone creepy decided to bother me. I'd no sooner placed my order than I fixed my gaze across the rectangular bar to a tall figure leaning over with a drink in hand. 

It was him. 

I could see him do a double take, having only seen me in a paper gown for most of our encounters. Once an expression of recognition crossed his face, he stalked right over to me and pulled up the next chair. "Tequila, huh?" I was just drunk enough not to faint. 

"What are you doing here?," I said. 

"Well hello to you too," he replied, suddenly casual, punctuating the last word by landing his eyes right on my very pushed up breasts. "You do know the hospital is a few blocks away? This my local bar. Just got off shift for the week. " He was wearing those scrubs I loved so much.

Alright time to act cool. "Oh yes, of course! How silly of me. Crazy night out right around here, just thought I'd grab a nightcap." There was a long, awkward pause as he appeared to take everything in, nodding his head up and down slightly. 

I attempted to make more small talk but he interrupted me rather suddenly, his speech far less measured than usual. "You know," he breathed, "I wanted so badly to say more to you last week." He paused for what seemed like an eternity before continuing. "I wanted to tell you how hot you looked all spread out on my table, and how I thought about your body for days afterward." My mouth began to drop. "I wanted to wipe away your tears and tell you how I how I started to get hard the minute I slipped my fingers inside of you. That I wished I could take off my glove and really feel you. That it took all my concentration to control my erection after that. Oh, and your ex's comment about your body, don't even get me started." He took my hand and gently placed it on his thigh where I could feel his huge cock which was now also clearly visible. 

"You are perfect, and I can pretty much guarantee that if you were to let me inside of you, there would be no complaints. But I'm your doctor, and I can't say such things." 

My expression must have told him all he needed to know, and with that, he leaned into me and swept his hand under my dress, slid my thong aside with his middle finger, and slipped it and his pointer inside of me. Rapt in his paralyzing gaze, twenty seconds must have passed in a mere heartbeat. He slowly brought his hand to my mouth where he met my lips with his in a kiss.

The bartender, not realizing we were already acquaintances, was quite impressed by the speed with which the doctor had snared me. For my part, I was hoping he'd only observed the second half of the advance. "You, Sir, deserve a free drink for that move." One more tequila on the rocks and I'd be ready for whatever was to come. Or so I thought. 

As both of us became increasingly bleary eyed, Dr. Marco whispered to me that his apartment was just a few blocks away. I'm not sure what came over me because I surprised even myself with my response. "No," I said, the word freezing him in his place. 

The next phrase took a little courage but I choked it out. "Take me to your office."

We went up the back stairs just to be safe. He flipped the light on and led me to that familiar exam table where he kissed me for several minutes, feeling my body all over, and grabbing at my ass with a firm grip that left my skin stinging a bit with each touch. He slipped the straps of my dress off my shoulders and dragged it down my torso, descending with it to his knees, my nipple in his mouth, then the other. 

It just felt so good to have a man's hands on my body again, especially this man, this incredibly elusive, complex, masculine figure. Up until this point, he had only existed within the confines of my imagination. But this was now. He was here and he was mine.

Next I knew he was kissing my hip bone, and taking off my panties with his teeth as he knelt before me. "Please lick my pussy," I thought, but did not say. I could feel all my blood rushing there. I worried I would cum without him even doing it. Instead, I felt him get behind me and he turned me to face the table. I heard him unbuckle his belt and take down his zipper. 

Why had he turned me around? I wanted to get a look at this cock that I had been dreaming about for years. I'd felt it but I wanted to see it. Still, I let him lead. His hands on my shoulders, he bent me forward so that the top half of my body was resting on the exam table, my feet on the ground. I braced for his giant cock to enter me from behind. To my surprise, I felt it moving up and down gently between my ass cheeks but not inside me yet, his balls grazing my butt with each stroke. His hot breath was on the back of my neck, a sensation I've always found intensely arousing and predatory. 

The feeling of his wet mouth now on the nape, he kissed me, ever so slowly, continuing all the way down the length of my back. Everywhere his mouth touched left me tingling with anticipation. I had to remind myself that this was not a boy, it was a man, and he was going to take his time and do everything right. I'd stop rushing this and just enjoy. By the time he reached around to my pussy and entered me with his fingers, my body was in such a state of arousal that I was shaking like I leaf as he continued to trace my body with his lips.

It took another several long minutes before I felt his tongue slide between my ass cheeks. I instinctively arched my back so that it was finally on my aching clit as he ate me out from behind. My head spinning a bit from the alcohol, I can still vividly recall the intense pleasure he was bringing me, his fingers penetrating me from behind, moving rhythmically inside of me as I dripped with wetness, feeling sensations in parts of me that I almost couldn't place. 

The man was an artist, his tongue now inside me as his fingers quickly caressed my engorged clit in the most toe-curling way. "Anatomy class pays off,"I thought. In what seemed like seconds, I'd yielded to the most intense, crashing orgasm I had ever had. But he wasn't done. 

My upper thighs utterly soaked, I turned around abruptly to beg him to have mercy and let me collect myself a minute. I hung my limp arms around his shoulders and kissed his chest, my legs so weak from cumming that they felt like they would collapse beneath me. He looked pleased but not surprised by my reaction to his sexual prowess. He fondled my breasts, his arms outstretched, while giving me, finally, the warm smile I'd always wanted from him. 

It was then that it occurred to me to finally look down. His erection was huge and the sight of it alone was so arousing that it was nearly unbearable. I needed to please him whether he'd let me or not. I pushed him back across the table and dragged his pants off completely. His thighs were spectacular. I love strong thighs. I began kissing inside them, hovering around his balls but not touching, letting him long for the feeling of my tongue. His penis was bobbing a bit as he involuntarily flexed his muscles in response to my licks. 

Once I had teased him enough, I drew a deep breath and opened my mouth as wide as I could to finally taste his huge, thick, cock. He was as hard as rock. There was no way I would get it all in my mouth but I was able to choke down about half of it, massaging the base of his penis as he groaned. I got it nice and wet with saliva before sliding it between my breasts. It was so long I could take the tip into my mouth easily while fucking him with my tits. As I returned to giving him my most enthusiastic blowjob, I could feel he cock throbbing with rushes of blood. 

Should I finish him? His hooded eyes were nearly slits, staring me down like an animal as I slid my mouth up and down on it, my tongue tickling the tip. He was definitely on the verge. 

"Wait," he breathed, sitting up abruptly. He wrapped his large hands around my neck. He was back to his serious self, and it scared me for a second. "You're a naughty girl fucking your doctor like this, and you suck cock just as well as I imagined you would. I'd love to let you do what you do best, but I'm not finished with you just yet." 

"Please fuck me, please," I begged. 

He obliged, but not before putting my feet back into those familiar stirrups. "I am going to go slow on you, little girl. I don't know that you're used to a real man." As if enjoying my torture, he traced my lips and clit with the bulbous head of his cock, sliding it all over. I could see cum slipping out of it. I wanted to taste him again but I still had yet to feel his stiff penis splaying me apart. He tapped at my clit with it, and even wedged the head inside a few times, smiling. Still using himself like a wand to caress the outside of me, he said,

"I am going to fuck you within an inch of your life and you're going to love every second, but first, tell me one thing you want." This was easy. But could I say it? But this really was my fantasy come alive. 

"I want your cock in my pussy and i want you to stuff me full of it, but then I also want you to put something in my ass, so I can feel what it's like to be completely taken by you." This idea clearly delighted him, as he began stroking his cock with an urgency I'd never seen. "

"Tell me that again?" He growled. "You're a very bad little girl, you know?" Pulling some sort of dildo from the drawer, presumably a medical probe or implement, he reached for his exam lube, slid it on, and gently penetrated my ass. I breathed in deeply, trying to relax. "Now, you reach down and hold that, ok?" he instructed professorially, "now I'm going to finish you off." I prepared to be further filled by his monster. As it slid inside me, I closed my eyes, feeling as if I were about to split in half. Never had I felt such heaven, such complete and utter lust. I was was gushing by now, just enough to barely accommodate this giant, stiff snake. 

He thrust carefully at first, tickling my nipples and bending to down to kiss me tenderly. Then as he got into it, things became much rougher. He dug his hands firmly into my hips, drawing me towards his thrusts with great force. His cock going deeper and deeper still felt amazing. Could I handle it all? "We're going to go for it," he said, somehow finishing my unspoken thought. I inhaled, and by some miracle, he fit the last few inches in, until he was balls deep inside of me. "I know your pussy so well," he grinned. 

He did. And I could have let him stay there for ever. He fucked me intensely for another several minutes, pushing hard into my pussy and wiggling the dildo inside my ass, leaning in closer and closer until we were nearly one body. I felt his warm sweat and hot breath, his teeth on my neck as he was and telling me good l felt, and how he was going to fill me with cum. 

The orgasm triggered by his punishingly deep thrusts began like a slow burn in my G spot then radiated out to my clit, which was erect and being fully stimulated by his grinding pelvis with each earth shattering dive of his cock. It continued up and down the outside of my pussy before finishing with an indescribable shiver, just as I went limp in his arms and wilted onto the table. He kissed me passionately, but then his voice changed again, the booming, dominant tone creeping into it. "Take that dildo out of your ass, little girl. I want you to concentrate so you can feel me cum." 

I would do anything this man said. I'll never forget what it was like watching as he lowered his impossibly thick cock into me over and over, his balls slapping against my ass cheeks, the room vibrating as he shook into orgasm. The gush of cum felt like a fire hose went off inside me. And I was full in so many ways. 

One thing is for sure, everyone deserves to play doctor at least once in their life. 

Her Dirty Doctor Dreams Come True Pt. 02



The Forbidden: Dirty Dr. Dreams x 2

This is a story within a story. 
In fact, it is the sequel to "Her Dirty Doctor Dreams Come True." 



Since my circumstances have changed so much this year, I've had time to do a lot of thinking.  More than I'd like, actually.

As I look back on my life thus far, there's so much I would do over, but also, a great deal I'm proud of. 

I'm in my mid fifties now, and in over two decades in practice, I've never once allowed my animal nature as a man to interfere with the deep respect I have for my profession as a doctor of obstetrics and gynecology. This is no small task considering my largely young, enticing female clientele. 

Even the pregnant girls have a certain lure, their breasts extra full and their bodies often otherwise perfect despite the endearing swell of their bellies. I've always been attracted to women when they are somewhere in between madonna and sexual plaything. 

Certainly, some very racy thoughts have crept into my mind more times than I can count, largely after hours, or when the pressures of life and relationships were too great, but I've never broken my oath. If my resolve ever flags during an exam, if I detect even the slightest stirring in my pants, I’m able to banish the errant thought with a same urgency with which I'd treat a life threatening condition in one of my patients. 

A certain formality is engrained in me, and I'm perhaps a bit too good at shutting my emotions down. Just ask anyone whose loved me. 

My life may be public by necessity, yet in between work at my thriving practice, trips to the delivery room and odd events within the medical community, I spend much of my spare time alone. I really don't mind because I'm actually quite shy by nature, except for one thing...

It's true what they say.

Idle hands really are the devil's workshop.

Don't misunderstand, I have no shortage of women wanting to be with me.  I'm tall, dark, and very good looking, or so I’ve been told. But I also know that I am a wealthy doctor and I drive a Maserati. That’s all a little too trite for your taste, I am sure. 

Mine too, actually, but I am not about to deny myself the finer things in life simply to avoid attracting attention. I just make it harder for the wrong people to get close. 

Believe it or not, I do manage to keep my ego in check, even though I know that I come off aloof and guarded.

I like a woman who maintains her class until it's time for her to let me see her "intricacies," shall we say.

That's when I really come alive.

And though I embrace my solitude, I'm still a man with needs like any other. 

It was on one of these idle evenings in my relatively new bachelor apartment that I opened a Pandora's box that can never again be closed.

Perhaps there was something about the night, because I was definitely in the mood for something a little different. I watched through my picture window as the sun sank on the horizon, its light glinting over the gentle black ripples of the river.

With my glass of red in hand, I settled onto my sofa and turned on my iPad. 

Against my better judgment, I googled "ob gyn fantasy."

You'll surely understand why I've never wanted to delve into the details around the ubiquitous doctor patient/fetish. Why fan the flames of the temptation I fight against daily? Yet there I was, dipping my toe into a sea of potential trouble.

As you'd expect, a slew of free porn popped up.  Sure I could watch some over-produced video with hokey dialogue, but then my exciting plan for a night of self-love would be over in five minutes. I decided to click on an erotic literature forum instead. A little reading to set the mood. 

I couldn’t help but grin when I noted huge number of story results. The top story tagged with the words "OB GYN fantasy" was titled, 

"Her Dirty Doctor Dreams Come True." by a contributor called “SabrinaH33.” I clicked:

https://www.literotica.com/s/her-dirty-doctor-dreams-come-true

The tale begins from a female patient's perspective. She's been jilted by her husband and is feeling weak. She confesses to the reader that she lusts after her gynecologist, but she's a good girl (just the way I like them), and doesn't share her dirty secret with him. As I read on, she sounds more and more like my type, cute, curvy, and brunette. The doctor who's turning her on so much doesn't have any idea how wild he's driving her. The story goes on to present the male protagonist as an ethical doctor, just like myself, or so it would seem. 

I find the writing is pretty good, so I sip my wine slowly (it's a nice Barbaresco from Piemonte, in case you're wondering) and read along with great interest. 

As I savor my date with myself, I'm proud that I resist the urge to scroll to the (hopefully) graphic sex scene at the end. I'm further titillated by the mounting feeling that l'm doing something slightly dangerous. 

In fact, I know I am. 

Tonight I broke my rules, and my body is responding. The doctor has a lot of traits that I relate to, and his desire to be proper helps the sexual tension build. 

As I get to the part where the two would-be lovers accidentally meet at a local bar, she vulnerable and he suddenly ready to unleash years of suppressed desire, I haven’t even touched myself yet but I am close to being rock hard. The story crescendos as the doctor finally gives in and becomes very forward with her, fingering her pussy in public. 

No more Mr. Nice Guy. 

This turns me on.

I feel my cock swell to capacity and I reach down to let it free. 

What follows is the very fantasy scene I would design for myself if I could. They finish out their romp at his clinic. He begins by taking his sweet time before finally licking her pussy from behind on the exam table, he teases her mercilessly. He makes her beg. 

I love this. 

My cock feels huge as I run my hand over the shaft.  
My balls are in my other hand. 
A little lube and I feel just like I'm in her.

More.

She's so overcome with pleasure that she can barely stand. She hopes he will allow her give him head. He confines her in the stirrups and alternates between sweetly kissing her and absolutely nailing her with his huge cock. 

In the end he completely dominates her, yet somehow, this makes her feel like a woman again. Just as he’s filling her up with cum, I am unleashing an absurdly large load into my hand, new couch be damned. 

Through the haze of this amazing, forbidden orgasm, the finer details of the story begin replaying in my head. The protagonist is my approximate age, height, hair color and build, and the writer even mentions his designer shoes - the very same kind that I wear. She alludes to the doctor's possible Mediterranean ancestry, and, very specifically, his olive skin and distinctly emerald green eyes. 

I am exceptionally tall and fit, Italian American. My eyes are a unique dark green. I go to the gym frequently to keep myself toned. I am single now, but this is something I've always done.  

Coincidence. 

Yet as I reread, I realize that several geographical details within the story resonate too, including the location of the doctor's practice, the hospitals he goes to, and, roughly, where he is said to live. 

Am I losing my mind?

Was this story was about me?

Couldn't be…
Yet even the protagonist’s name, Dr Marco, is close to my own. There were just too many similarities. 

Who is SabrinaH33? (And how did she know that, I too, have an enormous cock?)

She had no bio on the site and clearly configured her user settings such that there was no way to reach her anonymously. 

This is probably for the best.

Weeks later, the erotic story was still running through my head on a constant loop, almost to the point of total distraction. I’d now cast myself in the doctor’s role, and I was sure I had visualized every inch of the female lead's body, down to her neatly shaven brunette landing strip and the smooth, pink folds of her gorgeous pussy. Over and over I thought of her spreading her legs in slow motion, offering all of herself to me. 

Even more frustratingly, the fantasy just wasn't responding to my normal knack for suppressing distracting thoughts. As I'd feared, it was following me to work and completely shaking my composure.

The last appointment left at six that day, and though my staff usually stays longer to straighten up the office, I encouraged them to head out early to enjoy what promised to be a “beautiful summer evening.” They seemed to really appreciate my magnanimity, which made me feel like such a cad because my gesture was motivated by something other; I needed to be alone in my office.

I needed to know who she was.

My heart was thudding through my chest by the time I locked the doors and sat down at the front desk. Logging into the patient directory was a struggle since I've not had to do it in years, but after several tries, the desktop password came to me.

The story's details flooded my brain: about 20 years my junior ... I am 55. The writer, SabrinaH33, was she 33? She had brown hair and tanned, olive skin. Had I indeed delivered her child, or was that just artistic license, or even an added detail to distract from her true identity? Was she really separated? This could be half of my patients! 

First, I looked through all the last names beginning with H. Then all first and last initials that were "SH." Maiden names, married names?? I was sweating through my shirt by now, my fingers tremulously navigating the keyboard. Was Sabrina a pen name? 

40 possible results came up. 

It was then that the question hit me. 

Even if I crossed-checked these names with ages and somehow rounded up a list of suspected mystery women, what on earth was I going to do about it?

No. 

I was crossing into dangerous territory. 

As another month went by and the the summer progressed, my constant dirty thoughts, mercifully, began to subside. I was on my way to being back to normal. 

It was your average Thursday morning. I hadn't had my coffee yet and was a bit fuzzy heading into my first appointment, but I perked right up when I saw that the patient perched on my exam table was Stefania. 

I'd been her doctor for years, and I'd always enjoyed her visits. She has a dry sense of humor like mine and a nice warmth about her. She is one of the patients I can actually have an intelligent conversation with. We'd always chat about current events to break up the monotony of my standard medical questions. 

But this day was somehow different. Our small talk was sparser. She still seemed happy to see me but a bit withdrawn. I wondered what was up with her. 

I skipped over the questions about sexual partners because I know she's married. Time for the exam.

Of course, I'd have to employ my usual tactics for maintaining my professionalism with Stefania.Thinking hard about baseball statistics usually works like a charm. 

She has a very nice body. Slim but still hourglass, a distinct curve to her hips, and she's about average height. There are lots of blue-eyed, dirty blondes in this town, but she's more along the lines of the pretty Italian girls that I remember from my youth in the Bronx. They always had a little fire to them but they still played hard to get. I like that. 

While I don’t have the benefit of seeing my patients standing up too often, as best I can tell, she has a nice, round, and pleasantly generous ass, but it’s her breasts that I find especially beautiful. A very full c cup with large, dark areolas. They give her body an exotic, blatantly sexual quality in a way that the tiny pink rosebud nipples you often find on fairer girls do not. 

I concentrate hard on my professionalism as I press on both of her firm tits, gently cupping them in my hands. As I am doing this, I try looking off to the corner of the office so that I don’t focus on her shiny brown hair, which had now spread out rather sensuously across the table. As I reach down to pull up my stool, and I see her looking straight up at me.

BASEBALL. 

I begin the internal half of the exam, feeling inside her, her warmth coming through the rubber of my glove. I push my two fingers all the way into her, pressing her belly with my other hand. Now comes the really hard part. I sit, and my eyes must wander under her gown."Slide down a bit more, honey"... Lord. 

Who has the best ERA in the National League??? 

I am relieved once the exam is complete, and I stand up from between her legs to allow her to gather herself and close her gown.

As I’ve told you, I’d been seeing Stefania for years, and she's one of the patients that I have a comfortable rapport with. I move in closer to give her my usual friendly peck on the forehead (reserved only for such patients), but I stop when I notice her eyes again, this time, totally locked onto mine in a very intense way.  
My body shudders. 

Where the hell is my nurse?? None of this would be happening if she were here. 

I pause to reconsider that goodbye kiss. She looks crestfallen. 

Screw it, I press my lips to her. I'll admit that I linger maybe one second more than I should. 

Phew.

As I stride backward there is a tug at my neck. She’s gently holding the end of my tie, and her eyes are welling up in tears. 

“I’m so sorry, doc. I didn’t mean to do that.”
She’s still got my tie.

“It’s just…my husband, 
he’s gone. No, he left. Out of nowhere. And I’m so lonely.”

She releases me but I remain frozen like a statue before her. The first thought that crosses my mind is shamefully self-interested, and something that I never say aloud - 
I am lonely too.

“Stefania,” I brush her hair aside and lightly rest my palm on her cheek. I look at her with my most sympathetic expression. 

“I am so sorry.” I move closer. She never did close her gown and her beautiful breasts are peeking out. I am now standing between her knees, the room so quiet that the rustle of her paper draping is audible as I draw near. 

I just could not help myself.

As if she's in my mind, she gracefully reclines on the exam table, her hands at the nape of my neck, pulling me to her. I kiss her with more abandon than I’ve ever kissed anyone before. It feels wonderful. 

Of course the damn nurse is banging on the door now. Too little too late.

“Dr. Demarco, your 9 AM is here!”

“I’ll be right there, Cathy, just wrapping a procedure.” The lie flew from my mouth with chilling ease. 

I look back down to Stefania just as the slightest devilish smile creeps across her face.
It was then that it occurred to me. 

“Sabrina?”

“Yes, Dr. Marco.”



Her Dirty Doctor Dreams Come True Pt. 03



This story is the third installment of a multi-chapter series called "Her Dirty Doctor Dreams Come True."

*****

Until just moments ago, I didn't know that my patient Stefania was actually "Sabrina" the mystery woman I'd been lusting after for weeks, but yet here she was, in my arms. I'm on top of her, and she is practically naked, her hands locked around on my neck as we kiss on my exam table with the intensity of two people who'd spent a year in lock up. 

It was all so very wrong, so very unethical of me ... so intensely arousing. 

"Dr. Demarco!" There was another knock on the exam room door. 

Goddammit. 

"Sorry to bother you again but we need you to authorize a script. Patient says it's an emergency and she's called three times already. Driving us crazy! Oh, and your 9am is still waiting! Doc, is everything ok in there?"

"Yes, just a minute," I croaked, nearly breathless, as I stood up from the table and attempted to smooth my hair back into place. There was no helping the throbbing hard-on that was about to rip through my pant seam. 

Stefania was looking at me with those doe-like eyes again, except this time she appeared relaxed, as if our kiss had provided her some great release. She also didn't seem the least bit concerned that at any moment my nurse could burst in and discover our budding dalliance. I'd be stripped of my license and everything I've worked for all these years would go straight to hell. 

You'd think this realization would've dampened my desire too. 

That's the thing about succumbing to your baser nature, once you do it, there's no other way to but down. 

I grabbed for my cock and wrestled it under the waistband of my pants, securing my lab coat over it. 

I only had seconds to figure everything out. 

"When can I see you and where do you live??" I realized I sounded frantic and quickly reverted to my clinical manner. 

"I'm three blocks from the hospital,"she said as she grabbed my prescription pad and scrawled her address and number.

"I'm booked for the evening swing shift so I am headed there right after today's appointments. Supposed to be out by eight. Maybe nine at the latest? But you never know with delivering babies."

She stroked my hand, tilting her head to the side coquettishly.

"You've got a long day ahead. Come over any time tonight and we'll just relax. I'd like to take care of you for a change. " 

"Perfect, and if any of your neighbors look at me crooked, I'll just tell them I'm your uncle." 

That made her smile ear to ear. 

"You're like no uncle I've ever had." 

"That's probably a good thing."

As I raced to the next appointment, I wondered to myself what "just hang out" means these days. Should I bring her anything? Would there be chit-chat first? Oh god. Am I'm too old for this? My mind was racing again. 

Maybe I'd better reread the fantasy story she'd written with me in mind. How kinky did she want to get? I had the passing thought of throwing a speculum in my bag. 

The other problem - I was wildly attracted to her but I also had the nagging sense of wanting to protect her. She seemed so vulnerable now, which was such a departure for her. And she obviously thought so highly of me. 

I wanted to be sure not to miscalculate anything. 

Leave it to me to over-think no-strings-attached sex with a much younger woman. 

My dick, on the other hand, was clearly not affected by any of this incessant rumination, as it remained in the ready position for at least an hour after we parted. 

He is so tall and good looking that I don't even think of how much older he is. No... I'm lying, I think that's the part really turns me on. The thought of him coming to my apartment this very evening isn't even making me nervous as I thought it would. It gives me a strange sense of comfort, like a knight in shining armor is being sent to me. I never was the type of girl looking to be saved. 

So much has changed. 

My intercom buzzes at nine on the nose. There he is in my hallway, his skin slightly glowing with sweat from the sultry evening and his dark brown, wavy hair the slightest bit mussed. I pause a moment to take in his chiseled features and inviting lips. He's holding a small bouquet of white flowers and grinning boyishly. 

I melt. 

Her apartment is quite nice - neat and sophisticated like she is. It's definitely feminine but you can tell a man lived here not too long ago. I noted a few spaces on the wall where framed photos had been removed. Then I made a note of the well-stocked wine rack. Never a bad thing.

"Come over here, you," she said, pushing me into the nearest chair.

So much for hellos... 

She kissed the top of my head and began massaging my shoulders.

"Hungry?"

I shook my head. 

"Just a long day, you know?" 

She looked really adorable to me standing barefoot in her short, floral sundress. I don't think she had a bra on but her full breasts looked especially enticing spilling over the deep neckline. I have a thing for her nipples as I've mentioned. An image of them from her exam this morning flashes through my head. 

Her hair was the slightest bit messy from the humidity. 

I pictured how it would look once I was done with her. 

"Let me help you relax," she said. 

I'd come here knowing what would happen, but all I could think as she approached me was how far I'd deviated from the man I thought I was. 

Why did this have to feel so good? 

I kneel before him and run my hands over his very strong thighs. I try to play it cool but I really can't wait to unzip his fly. I haven't been with a man in what seems like forever. 

The way he carries himself with such confidence must have given it away, because I sure was onto something when I wrote him into my fantasy story with an improbably large penis. There's just something about an obscenely big cock that's always been appealing to me - that feeling of being totally taken. 

Be careful what you wish for, I guess. 

His "too much of a good thing" is now staring me right in the face. I am actually a little scared (and wetter than I've ever been). 

She takes all she can of me into her mouth, her pretty head moving gingerly back and forth, the look of surprise still in her eyes. Her mouth feels fucking amazing.

As the intensity builds, my pelvis juts out involuntarily and I grasp at handfuls of her hair, guiding my rod deeper in as gently as I can. I'm only half way in her mouth and the head of my cock is already bumping the back of her throat. 

I am a lot to handle. 

I cannot stop thinking that this woman with my cock in her mouth is my patient. To my dismay, the notion only makes me hornier. 

But all thoughts dissolve as I'm carried away by the confluence of so many sensations, her tongue swirling around the tip, her hand working in unison, gripping me firmly, her tongue on my balls. 

Stefania is deriving intense pleasure from servicing me, and soft moans escape her lips as she bobs up and down on my stiff cock. 

She's got a perfect rhythm going now, and try as I might to delay the inevitable, my body seizes in a cataclysmic shiver as I spew an ungodly amount of cum down her eager throat. 

She pauses a long time and then gulps hard. 

"Good girl." 

Stefania wipes her mouth like nothing happened and smiles at me innocently as I kiss her forehead the way I always do at her appointments. 

I can't wait for what's next.

Despite the weakness in my knees, I scoop her up gallantly and carry her to bed where I gently lay her down. I sit, sidesaddle next to her, my feet on the floor. 

"Are you here to tuck me in?" she says, putting on a little girl voice while raising one eyebrow devilishly. 

"I haven't decided what's in store for you yet, sweetheart."

A peek below her floral dress reveals tiny white cotton panties, always a turn on in my book. I start to feel her. 

My fingers trace the front of her pussy, and through the thin fabric I can make out the outline of her lips. She tenses up as I apply pressure and go for her clit, and her quick breaths become audible. 

She's pulled down the top of her dress by now and is pinching at her nipples. My hands wander down to her ample ass. I picture how I will pound it later. For now, I'll be nice. 

I gently kiss her belly, inner thighs, and work my way slowly all the way down to her delicate ankles. As I do this, I continue massaging her clit lightly through her panties. 

She's breathing hard and arching her back, pushing harder against my fingers. It takes all my restraint not to rip off her thong and stuff my cock into her, but I am enjoying watching her writhe. 

"I have an idea. Why don't you show me what you do when you're alone?"

She flashes back a coy smile and, wasting no time, eagerly replaces my hand with hers and begins playing with herself. 

As her white panties become soaked to the point of translucency, I can see her pink clit swelling through the cotton. 

She spreads her legs wide for me and pulls her panties to the side with one hand, finally exposing her warm pussy - the very scene I'd imagined in my head, over and over again. 

I take a moment to appreciate her body outside of the garish glare of the florescent lights in my clinic. Even there, she'd been a lusty enough vision to me. Her small lips are perfectly symmetrical and the inside of her is invitingly smooth. She's fondling her firm breasts, their large, brown nipples standing at attention as as she rubs her clit sensually.The look on her face ... 

"You dirty little girl." 

She's inside herself now. I see how wet her fingers are as they emerge over and over. She traces them back up to her clit, the lubrication allowing her to caress it at more feverish pace. 

I whisper to her: "Do you think of me when play with your pussy?" 

My cock feels like it's going to explode again. 

"Always," she breathes. 

"And what am I doing to you?"

"You're licking my pussy and fingering me."

This is my specialty, by the way. 

"You're getting me ready for your huge cock."

My mouth begins to water.

To start, I stiffen up my tongue and run it vertically up and down her opening very slowly, like I am sealing an envelope. With each stroke, I stop short of her clit. It's totally engorged and I can tell from her sounds and movements that she's close already. 

"I know your first time with an experienced man can be exciting, but I'm going to make sure we make this last for you." 

Her fingernails are digging into the back of my head. 

I switch my focus to penetrating her to with my fingers as I stroke her g spot firmly. More guttural moans belie a new dimension to her pleasure. I'm careful not to touch her burning clit. I know if I so much as breathe on it she'll be pushed over the edge. 

My fingers still deep inside her, I sweep my tongue around her wet hole and along the inside of her lips. 

I think about fooling around with her ass, but I'll save that for later. As you might imagine, I have big plans for Stefania. 

For now, I am eager for her to cum all over my face, so I rip down her white cotton panties and kneel on the bedroom floor. Grabbing her around her waist, I drag her to the edge of the bed and bury my face in her pussy. She gasps. 

My fingers digging deep into her ass cheeks as I lift her pelvis off the bed and harder into my face, I lap quickly at her clit, my tongue stiff and deliberate. Her pussy gushes as she moans. 

As she nearly crushes my neck in the vice grip of her thighs, Stefania lets out a wail like I have never heard before. It lasts for what seems like forever before she collapses back on the bed with the dizzied look of ecstasy on her face. 

Now it's my turn. 

I dive to kiss her and we practically devour each other. As we tussle back and forth in her sheets, I can feel how hard she's longed for a man's touch. My hands are all over her, feeling every inch of her body. I unzip her dress and throw it to the side She's such a pretty, supple thing, it all feels so surreal.



Her Dirty Doctor Dreams Come True Pt. 04



This is Part 4 of a multi-chapter series called "Her Dirty Doctor Dreams Come True."

Stefania's soft skin is illuminated by the ambient light from an outside streetlamp bleeding through the darkened room. Even as we toss and turn in her bed, the sheets already a hopeless tangle, I cannot believe the sequence of strange coincidences that lead me to this moment. 

I kiss her deeply and touch her all over, running my hands up and down her body, slowing to enjoy the steep contour of her perky rump. 

I let my fingertips wander, parting her ass cheeks and continuing my exploration down into the crevice of firm flesh. 

The other promised land. 

Just because I've made a career of studying female reproductive anatomy doesn't mean I can't appreciate a little ass play. 

She giggles as I give her a quick tickle there. Her eyes open wide: "should I worry you're going to try and fit that big dick of yours into my tight little ass?" Her words send a prompt surge of blood to my stiffening rod. 

"Well according to your fantasy story you'd like that, wouldn't you?" 

"I think so. I've never done it, actually. The husband wasn't into it and I've never been one to just give that sort of thing away."

Of course she wasn't.

My good little girl. 

And what the hell was wrong with this ex of hers, anyway? 

"But if I were going to do it, it would be with someone like you."

I feel a smile cross my face. 

"Why's that?

She nuzzles into me. 

"Because for almost a year, all I've thought about was how I could find a way to give myself to you. All of myself. 

Any WAY you want." 

Don't get me wrong, I'd fuck this girl every which way to Sunday, but the directness of her declaration both flatters and scares me. 

I'm thankful that she quickly lightens the mood: 

"And because you're a doctor. If you can't trust your doctor with that kind of delicate operation, then whom can you trust?"

She guides my hands to those two jiggly tits of hers and I smile before tonguing them eagerly. 

She has a point. 

Stefania is always vacillating between the two poles of casual and intense. Same can be said for myself, I suppose. You just never know what's next, and it's one of the reasons I find her intoxicating. 

"But that was also before I saw the size of your cock." 

She chuckles again. 

Story of my life. 

Her voluptuous breasts still overflowing in my hands, I pause a moment. 

"Well don't you worry, " I tell her, my tone unexpectedly fatherly. 

I look her straight in the eyes: "I'm here to make you feel good, and I'll do whatever it is you like, whenever you like." 

The girl volunteers to be my own personal fuck-doll and this is what I say. 

I can't help it. 

I like her. 

And she's young enough to be my daughter. 

Apparently I chose the right words as she responds by moving in closer and grabbing for my rapidly hardening cock.

(I also didn't get this far in life not knowing how to work the system a bit).

As she strokes my shaft, I reach my hand further around her ass, continuing until my fingertips feel her warm wetness again. It's easy for me to fiddle her swollen clit from behind from this angle, and it definitely hasn't settled down any since I made her scream with my tongue a few minutes ago. 

I maneuver my two fingers until they penetrate her snug little snatch. 

A little reminder of what's in store. 

"You know you have a exceptionally tight pussy," I tell her matter-of-factly. "You must be doing your kegels."

My medical curiosity sometimes makes surprise appearances.

But it's true. The way she feels ... tight as a drum. She's going to absolutely strangle my cock, which is already dripping with pre-cum. 

No sooner does the thought enter my mind than I feel my balls seize up. Even though I've just filled her throat with an obscene amount of cum, I can tell I have plenty more to lavish on her. 

"Thanks," she says sincerely. "I can't do kegels. Every time I try I end up getting too turned on. It's inconvenient when you're on the subway to work and you feel like you need to masturbate furiously by the time you get to the office. 

Same at the gym, the sit-ups get me every time."

Hmm. 

This could get interesting. 

She's pops her ass up a bit and begins grinding against my hand, forcing my fingers deeper into her pussy. 

"Do you like what you feel?," she asks. 

"Very much. And you should also know that professional medical assessment is that you're almost ready to try taking my cock inside of you. Do you think I will fit, Stefania?" 

I may sound like I'm complimenting myself but the intimidating size of my manhood has actually lost me more than one conquest in the past. 

But Stefania seems like a can-do kind of girl, and she dreamed me this way, hung like a racehorse, so I know she wants it. 

"Hmmmm let me see," she purrs as she reaches around behind her, following my same path, tracing her hand down the small of her back in a slow, erotic caress and then continuing into her supple ass cheeks and further around to her tingling pussy. 

"I'm still pretty wet, Doctor," she announces seriously. "You're definitely the biggest I've seen but I am hoping I can make this work for you." 

She removes her glistening fingers and brings them to her lips, maintaining eye contact with me the whole time. 

For some reason watching her taste herself drives me fucking wild. 

"Again" I command. 

"How about I do it this way?," she inquires coyly as she pushes up onto her hands and knees. 

She clearly enjoys being watched, and sways her firm, round ass back and forth a few times for me. 

I waste no time getting behind her on the bed for a better view of this scene. 

As she arches her back even more, I get a quick flash inside her cheeks. 

Mark my words: 

That, too, will be mine. 

She smiles back at me wide/eyed from over her shoulder and reaches back again, palming her round buttocks and then gently parting her bare pussy lips with two fingers, pausing that way for a moment to let me enjoy the view of her pink slit. 

I can still taste her on my lips and my cock is stiff as a board. 

Her eyes remain locked on me as she tantalizes - plunging her fingers in to her pretty little shaven cunt and removing them even more slowly. I tighten my fist around my shaft and start pumping harder on what is now a throbbing erection that refuses to be ignored. 

I can't take her teasing much longer...

Though I savor the thrill I'm getting from putting on this little encore performance for him, I can tell that my number is about to be up. 

This time I'm on my hands and knees, my bare ass and pussy on full display for him. I'm wiggling my ass like a little whore, practically begging him to mount me. 

But still, he waits, observing me like I am a piece of art. I secretly relish being appreciated that way. 

As I watch him run his hand up and down the length that enormous cock of his, I am consumed by intense attraction. I feel my pussy swell as my juices begin to creep further down my thighs. 

Speaking of art, his physique, impressive for a man of any age much less for someone in their early fifties, is not unlike an elongated version of The David. Same lean muscle tone and pecs (though obviously a whole lot more in the crotch department).

His skin is slightly weathered, attractively so. 

Classic good looks. 

The archetypal perfect man. 

I am about to fuck the perfect man. 

At this moment, I sense his body heat on me. 

Still on all fours facing away from him, I feel a hand on my hip, then another brushes my hair to the side. 

Lips on my neck. 

Hot breath. 

Teeth. 

Fingers burning into my waist. 

His stern voice:

"Enough ...

"I'm going to give you what you've been waiting for." 

I sink into the bed face down, caged beneath the weight of his body. The savage energy he's radiating shoots through me like a bolt. 

Suddenly I'm flipped over like a rag doll onto my back. He buries his face in my breasts as he licks and sucks. My body is in sensory overload from the frenzied grabs and deliciously firm pinches. It is as if the hands of ten men were on me instead on one. 

I'd kept him waiting too long.

Stop...

Look at her a minute. So sexy there, her thick brown hair flowing on the sheets, her arms outstretched. Her curvaceous form and full, pillowy breasts pointed to the sky. A Venus reclined, set out before you for the taking. 

I absorb her pure glow one more time before I reach down and guide my rock-hard dick to the hungry mouth of her aching pussy. 

I feel a mixture of horror and relief as I watch as his mountain of cock of parts my flesh, stretching my poor little lips to their maximum. I feel the burn as my skin is tugged in two different directions. 

"Stay with me, little girl," he says. "You'll feel better in a minute."

I think I am going to pass out. 

His monster head is only about two inches inside of me and is not budging any further. I want to wimper like a little girl but I grit my teeth and smile at him. I want so much to please him. 

He licks his fingers and begins to massage my clit. 

As he strokes my already soaked cunt, something happens. I can feel my body opening to him, millimeter by millimeter, centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch he creeps inside me, shoe-horning himself into my tight, gushing hole. 

It isn't long before I feel his head bumping the back wall of my pussy, but I'm quickly horrified to note that his soda can-width cock is still only halfway in. 

"This is a good start," he says, breaking into a truly devilish smile. 

"You can handle it. You'll see." 

And with that, he starts pumping slowly, pushing hard to force his way deeper. His face locked in an expression of ecstasy, he is massaging my clit as he thrusts. 

As he picks up speed, the burning feeling of being torn in two begins to subside as intense pleasure slowly takes its place. I focus on his hot body as it flexes, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me close to him, his intoxicating green eyes, and his log of a cock as it stretches me beyond all comprehension with each excruciating thrust. 

Somehow this exquisite pain makes me moan with pleasure. 

My pussy responds by utterly dripping with lubrication. 

"There you go, little girl. You see? You're all better.

Now I'm going to really to make you fucking scream."



Her Dirty Doctor Dreams Come True Pt. 05



This is Part 5 of a multi-chapter series called "Her Dirty Doctor Dreams Come True." Thanks for reading! We are getting near the end...

*****

I'm pinned to the wall now, his arms hooked under my knees as he pumps away, stuffing me full of his meaty rod. I've barely overcome the shock of being probed by something so large. 

Dr. Demarco's expression is somewhere between determination and desire, like a jungle cat ripping into his fresh kill as it squirms. "You feel so fucking good, Stefania. I am so glad we found each other," he says as he devours my neck.

The exhilaration of being in his arms, how my body feels...

I just can't put it in words. 

I have the distinct sense that I'm in a dream. 

I grip hard on Stefania's juicy ass her as I rail her from a standing position, my tall build makes her seem like a little doll bouncing in my arms. 

She's a gorgeous doll too, her mascara a little smeared as she bites her lip lustily in response to being impaled by me over and over.

"Yes, yes, right there. Your cock feels so fucking good!,"she exclaims, her sweet tits jiggling with each pump.

She's the tightest I've ever experienced (and my occupation requires me to feel a lot of pussy). 

It took some effort to get inside her at first, but her pussy has now drawn me, improbably, all the way in...up to my balls, which rhythmically slap at her ass cheeks. 

Her moans grow louder and louder as her body contracts around me in a fantastically merciless grip. 

"Fuck me, fuck me. Oh my god," she wails as her nails dig into my shoulders. I summon all the strength in my legs to thrust with even more urgency. 

It's time to tip her over the edge. 

Our bodies covered in perspiration, she draws a deep breath as her pelvic muscles ripple and then spasm violently. The warm walls that sheathe me erupt into an avalanche of cum. 

My little doll just covered my cock and balls with her juices and now she has the most serenely beautiful look on her face - like I took away all her sadness with this one screaming orgasm. 

"Ohhhh Doctor," she huffs, between labored breaths. 

Her face says it all. 

I kiss her passionately as I lower her feet down to the floor one by one. I reach down and slide my cock out of her. She looks at it admiringly and wraps her hand around it, still panting as she strokes the wet aftermath of her ecstasy. 

I reach for a tissue from the end table and I wipe my brow and hers. 

"I just wanted a second to clean up and catch my breath," I say, casting my eyes down in the direction of my massive erection. 

She raises that naughty eyebrow of hers and nods at me obediently before slithering down my body, trailing her fingertips along my torso as she goes. She kneels before me. 

Starting with her tongue at the base of my stiff rod, Stefania traces it up the vein to the head, encircling the bulbous knob a few times before swallowing the first half of my cock. I pet her head as she looks up at me wide-eyed, her mouth full as she eagerly laps up the results of her orgasm. She flits her tongue playfully along my shaft as she smiles. 

"You little tease," I say, grabbing a handful of her long hair and encircling my fist with it. 

"Was that everything you'd imagined?" I ask.

I can see the apples of her cheeks rise in affirmation as she slides my cock in and out of her mouth. 

I gently tug her back up to my eye level. 

"All that and more, Daddy," she says. 

"Good. Because I'm only just starting on you."

Until Stefania and her sexy little story, I'd never so much as allowed myself to fantasize about screwing one of my patients. Now that I've crossed the line, you can bet I am going to check every box. 

Every box. 

"I hope you don't mind if help you write the finale to our story." 

She presses her body into me, her soft breasts are warm against my chest. 

"I told you, baby," she says sincerely, "you can do whatever you want to me." 

She better mean that. 

I open up my fist and let the thick waves of hair fall around her shoulders. 

"Hands and knees, then. 

Right now." My voice booms. 

Her feet hanging off the edge of her bed, she compliantly assumes the doggy style position as I've instructed. I stop to stare at her. I could look at that round butt of hers all day. 

He smacks my ass a few times, the sound reverberating through the bedroom. The sting of his open palm sends tingles to all the right places. 

"Spank me, Doctor. I deserve to be punished for tempting you to do such bad things." 

"You really do, Stefania." I lift my hand to her buttocks.

Smack! 

Smack!

Smack!

His fingers dancing on my ass, he spreads my cheeks open with a surprising amount of force. 

Then there's the sensation of his stiff, slippery tongue on my asshole. 

I'm struck by how strangely satisfying it feels. 

He lets out pleasure-filled growls as he flicks it around the opening. 

I can tell he's relishing this. 

My first rim job feels amazing to me, but I can't help but be a little worried that the next thing I'm going to have there is his giant cock-head. 

The thrill of eating her ass is causing my cock to throb even more. I reach forward and grab two handfuls of her generous tits to add to the experience. I notice her wiggling her rump in response to my tongue. 

My little sweetheart likes it when I lick her ass. 

Not so sweet after all, is she? 

Her pussy likes it too. It's bright pink and once again, dripping. 

I'm not sure which of her aching holes I want first. 

"Come here, little girl," I tell her as I sit on the bed, my back against the headboard. 

I straddle him and kiss him all over, his bottom lip, his neck, licking the salty sweat from his tan and glistening chest and nibbling at his erect nipples. He wants me to ride him, and he guides my hips just above the huge cock looming underneath me. 

I lower myself tentatively over its head, hoping my fully wet cunt is ready to swallow it more easily this time. I have never been more turned on. 

Deep breath...

She lowers herself back down onto my cock once again. That little cunt of hers feels amazing. 

"Ever think you'd be riding your doctor, baby?" 

"Yup," she grins confidently as she starts bouncing up and down on my hard-on, her sexy tits jiggling as she goes. 

It's true. I didn't stand a chance. 

As I ride him he drives his hips up into me, grinding his dick deeper and deeper, tweaking my stiff clit with his fingers. Next he digs his hands into my hips and lifts my body up and down on his cock so that I ride him more violently. I can barely control my moans. Pulling me from around the neck, he leans me all the way down to him so our chests are touching. He whispers in my ear, "you have another one in there for me don't you, you dirty little girl?" 

With my body pitched forward the way it is, his thrusts are providing a toe curling amount of friction to my clit. I can feel the stirrings of yet another orgasm, the pleasure rapidly mounting. I cannot fucking believe he's going to make me come again. 

He pulls me closer into him, grasping hard on my shoulders so our bodies are nearly one. He drives his pelvis into me forcefully as I bear down hard on his cock. 

Faster, harder, our bodies slap together - slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap... 

"Come on you naughty little girl, you know you want to come all over my cock again!" 

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap...

Her breasts are bouncing so fast they look like two blurs. 

I pound her a mile a minute until she explodes in a crashing orgasm yet again, before laying limp on top of me, kissing me with all her remaining resolve. 

The look of satisfaction on her face makes my cock swell further. 

It's time to up the ante.

"You ready, baby?," I ask. Her look lets me know that she's suspicious of what's next. 

"Yes. It's your turn to come now, Doctor. How do you want me?"

Easy.

I lay back all the way on the bed, the top of my head on two pillows, right up against her low headboard. 

"Stand up on the bed and put your feet on either side of my head. I want you facing the foot of the bed."

She rises, her body weak from being fucked for an hour and half straight, and tiptoes tentatively over me, stepping around so she is facing away from me, her feet on either side of my head. It's quite a nice view above me now, her ass and pussy. This is going to be fun. 

"Ok, Stefania, now put your hands behind you and rest them on the headboard."

She slowly obeys. 

"Now I want you to bend your knees really slowly and sit on my face so I can lick your ass and pussy easily. You can hold yourself up on the headboard like you are doing."

"Yes, Daddy," I say, descending over his face, my palms supporting my weight on the headboard. I dip down further until I am sitting with my ass right on top of his mouth and nose. 

"Mmmmmm," he groans as he starts licking my asshole again, giving my now sore but very satisfied pussy some attention. I had no idea he was such an ass man. 

In almost no time, the circles he's making with his tongue begin to feel really sensational, and I can sense my muscles relaxing a bit. Still, when I begin thinking about his enormous cock probing my asshole, I shake like a leaf. 

His hands now firmly pulling apart my cheeks as he buries his face, I feel him pushing me forward. Next thing I know I am laying flat on my belly, my head facing foot of the bed. 

His full weight is on me now as he kisses me voraciously, his fist grasping my hair as he peppers my neck and shoulders with kisses through heavy breaths. I feel like there's a predator on my back, cupping my breasts as it bites me. It's an incredible turn on. 

"Now don't worry, little girl. It will only hurt for a minute."

His words make me freeze in place.

Oh god. 

He reaches down to my very wet pussy and spreads some of the lubrication back to my asshole, where he rubs it all over. Next I hear him spit in his hand. This is far from the scientific operation I had pictured.

I break into a cold sweat when I feel him wedge his cock-head between my cheeks. He guides it by hand, wiggling it until it finds the entrance to my hole. I take a breath. 

Of course I can't wait to just ram my cock in her hot, round ass but I'm trying to be a gentleman about it. 

I reach around to her clit and tenderly rub it to distract her. "Mmmm that feels nice," she moans. "Breathe in again, baby, and try to relax. I promise you'll like it."

She wimpers as my rock-hard cock forces its way in her pin-prick sized asshole then lets out a gasp. 

"Shhhhhhh, you're ok," I say, kissing her cheek. I note the single tear running down her face. 

"Do you want me to stop, sweetheart?"

Poor baby. 

"No, doctor. I want to give this part of me to you just like I promised. I want you to come in my ass."

Music to my ears.

"Ok, baby girl. You be brave now."

She smiles halfheartedly. 

I spit on my hand again and once more attempt to break the surface. As I thread my monster cock through her tiny asshole I can't help but feel special that I am the first man to be here.

I look down at her, her beautiful body and voluptuous cheeks, her sweet face. She's gritting her teeth and concentrating hard. How touching that she trusts me;

It makes the thought of blowing a huge load in her virgin ass that much sweeter. 

I kiss her again and tell her it will be ok as slowly, very slowly, I begin to pump inside her amazingly tight hole.



Her Dirty Doctor Dreams Come True Pt. 06



This is part 6 - the last chapter of a multi-part series called "Her Dirty Doctor Dreams Come True." Thanks for letting me indulge my doctor patient fantasy. Until next time. 

~~

There's no way I'm letting myself come only one minute into fucking her. I pull my length out of Stefania's ass, her buttocks glistening from my sweat. She lets out an exhale of relief. It's her first anal experience, and I want to go easy on her.

"Stefania," I say as I look down at her lying prone on the bed, relieved that the tears that were streaming down her cheek had dried into two faint trails, "you sure you want me to keep going?"

"Please ... I want you to," her back arching downwards as she lifts her ass up higher to once again meet my cock. My base of my shaft firmly sandwiched between her cheeks now, she begins to grind her flesh pleadingly on my hard-on. I take hold of her small waist as she rocks back and forth. Waves of pleasure pulse through my groin making me feel lightheaded. I'm losing control again. 

"Got any lube?," I ask, pulling away from her in self defense, "I know you'll enjoy this if we do it right." As I part her cheeks again to look at my prize, she reaches for a drawer next to the bed and hands me a small bottle. I stream the clear liquid into the crack of her ass and massage it around here perfect, tiny asshole, using a very light touch as I spread it all over my rock-hard cock so as not to encourage the imminent orgasm. 

It doesn't help any when I notice that she has reached underneath herself and is enthusiastically strumming her pussy again as she quietly moans, more wetness radiating from her slit all over her upper thighs. My balls, rock hard, are ready to spew the second I enter her. 

She looks over her shoulder at me, her big brown eyes conveying frustrated desperation. 

"Daddy???," she whines. 

"Ask nicely," I instruct. 

"Please, Daddy. Please shove your cock in my ass," she begs as she gets onto her hands and knees again. 

My throbbing dong feels indescribably good as I slowly probe the depths of her body. She tenses as I penetrate her more and more deeply, inhaling rhythmically to relax into the intrusion of my huge cock. Satisfied that I've somehow forced half of my length in, I take hold of her little waist as I draw my hips back. I plunge into that perfectly round ass over and over, my cock squeezed beyond comprehension by her tight knot.

I swear he's almost all the way in me now and the new sensation in my ass feels dirty and amazing all at once. 

In the space of hours I'd gone from just dreams of yielding completely to this man to now giving him all he could want. With each powerful thrust, his body meets mine in a sweaty confirmation of my complete submission...his cock has now found all of my holes, his tongue has explored every last inch of me. Even as I gulp back the pain of his huge rod up my ass, I'm filled with satisfaction. 

This horrible year has left my heart raw and exposed. It only made sense to me that I close myself, my body, off to the world. In some twisted way I thought that by insisting he fuck me in the ass, I would somehow confirm the hopelessness and violation I've felt. But he's thwarted my attempt at masochism, and has only met my anguish with pleasure. 

Faster now, the sweat is pouring down my legs as I slam into her over and over again, her cheeks growing red from my relentless assault. My body trembles on the verge of explosion as I hammer her, one hand wrapped nearly all the way around her slender neck, my palm closing tighter and tighter around it as my orgasm builds. 

I can no longer be gentle. 

"Almost there, you naughty little girl," I huff. She moans with delight. 

"You're right, Daddy. I am very bad," she pants, "pull my fucking hair hard while you pump my ass full of cum!"

I can't do it.

That spectacular ass is just begging to be covered. The mounting pleasure of my thrusts throw my cock into convulsions and I spew hot cum all over her cheeks, her lower back, some in the crack. I'm pleased by the abstract canvas I've painted and I can barely catch my breath from the power of my orgasm. 

I lay my head down onto the pillow next to her. She smiles at me and pets my cheek with open palm. The only thing I want to do is kiss her. 

~~~

Should I set my alarm for you?,"I ask, moving closer to him in bed. 

"Not necessary. I'm finished working for the week," he says, continuing, "not even on call this weekend, thank god."

He pauses and inquires:

"Didn't you say you took Friday off?" 

A guy that actually listens. I seriously think about making a permanent switch to older men. 

It's a bit hard for me to string words together: 

"Right. I took off tomorrow. I have no special plans, I just thought it might cheer me up to mill around town all day and enjoy the weather. 

I've been in a bit of a rut this year, as you may have gathered," a note of sarcasm in my voice. 

"You're welcome to join me, that is, if you don't have plans," I continue. 

I can't believe I just invited him to stay. 

I was hoping to be more elusive - absurd considering I'd already admitted my infatuation and then allowed him to penetrate me in every way imaginable. 

I start to panic as my words hang unanswered in the air. 

"It might be fun to do that together," another pause,"if you'd like."

A sense of relief and giddy excitement sweeps over me. Another day with him, and one more chance to crack his surface. It's always the formal types that surprise you by acting like animals in bed.

I start to sweat a little. I just really stepped in it with her. 

I try and backpedal: 

"But you know, Stefania, maybe it's not such a good idea. Oh and also, I only have the clothes I came here in - it was a particularly rough shift. I'd have to keep such a low profile. Nearly every woman in this town goes to my practice." 

In a way I feel special that he's broken his rules with me, but I'm also not going to agree that two single, consenting adults must lurk about in the shadows. My heart sinks.

"Understood," I say cooly. 

(God, aren't they all the same?)

"It's just umm, I just think...if I'm seen walking around with a much younger woman, people might assume things. They might talk. You know, this town is my livelihood. I, ... I don't want to send the wrong message."

It's so odd to hear this man sound nervous and inarticulate. 

"Right, you need to appear beyond reproach. 

No worries either way," I chirp, now feigning nonchalance. "Totally your call."

She opens her mouth to continue, and as if it were reflex, I place my hand over her moving lips. The sincerity in my voice surprises even me:

"Stefania, I really want to stay with you."

His energy changes completely as he leans over and kisses me once again. 

"Super. I'll just freshen your clothes in the wash come morning. I'm sure I can find something we can do for a few hours while you're naked."

"Mmmmmm" he growls as he squeezes me tighter and draws me towards him so that we're spooning. 

His voice growing sleepy, he asks: "so why did you write the story about us, Stefania? Why didn't you just tell me how you felt?"

I can feel my cheeks flush. Talk about being on the spot. 

"Well...ummm, I didn't know your personal situation. (I still don't). I knew you weren't married...but that's all. 

And I could tell you were highly ethical man, one of the things that drew me in in the first place. I've kind of had it with creeps, as you might imagine. 

I didn't think you'd ever step out of line with me or any other of your patients."

I can feel him tense up. 

"You ARE a highly ethical man," I correct. 

"You know, Stefania...," he starts in a serious tone.

I can tell this pillow talk is about to go downhill again. 

"It's ok." I interject. 

"I know that we can't see each other as doctor and patient anymore. No matter what happens after today. It's a big loss for me. A good gyno is so hard to find! But when I think about how you made my body feel tonight, it was worth it a million times over."

"I suppose you can still go to one of my partners for checkups," he says, suddenly lighthearted, "but that might make me a little jealous now." He chuckles. 

We lay as close together as two people can, his long frame enveloping me, my head nestled under his chin as he holds me from behind. A strange peace has settled over me. I am satisfied in mind and body for the first time in what seems like forever. I know this thing with Dr. Demarco, or Matthew, as he's told me to call him, is only temporary, but I plan to enjoy every minute. 

Matthew. 

I say it in my head. 

It sounds so odd to me since we've been seeing each other for ten years and I've never uttered his first name. 

Matthew, I mentally repeat, as I give in to a completely blissful sleep.

~~

When I first wake up in Stefania's sky blue bedroom, the sheets tightly cocooned around me, I have no idea where I am, but the feel of her silky skin pressed against my chest is an instant reminder of the passionate exchange that had transpired.

She is still sleeping peacefully next to me, a sunbeam slicing through a small opening in the curtain and shedding a diffuse, ethereal light on her pretty features. 

The lightly floral smell of her hair triggers my memory and the events of last night come hurtling into my consciousness like an avalanche. 

For whatever reason, I hadn't done my normal M.O. of claiming work in the morning and running out after the deed was done (although that classic will never die). 

Something about Stefania just makes me feel at ease. I know this because it has been forever since I let go of my inhibitions like that. 

I lift up the covers ever so slightly so I can glimpse Stefania's nude form in partial daylight. She's curled in the fetal position with her hands angelically tucked under her cheek, her curvy ass nestled firmly into my crotch. 

Upon sensing me stir, she sighs, stretches a bit, then wiggles her bottom for several seconds, which immediately perks up my dick. (Women think we don't know what they're up to when they pull this move.)

I sneak away to collect myself. 

A splash of cold water is just what I need to get my bearings. While rinsing out my mouth, I closely inspect my face in her bathroom mirror.

I still have my looks, save for a few lines here and there. Whatever grey has crept into my dark hair is just sparse enough to help me appear distinguished. I silently thank my body, which is, admittedly, a bit broken this morning, for allowing me to put on an impressive show by anyone's standards. 

Still gazing at my own reflection, I marvel at how quickly the last thirty years have flown, and how, for this, my third act, I am starting totally from scratch. 

In this moment a crushing fear overtakes me. 

Regrets. All that I'd want to do over. 

I've held my myself back from people. 

I've put my work above all things. 

I've been called a narcissist and egotist. 

I am none of these things...

but I have made the mistake of being emotionally unavailable to an extreme extent. Over and over. 

And here is the collateral damage -- I go home to an empty house every day. Sure, I can crack a five hundred dollar bottle of wine like it's water, but what the hell good is that? 

Fuck. 

I tiptoe back into bed and wrap my arms around Stefania. It isn't long before my panic subsides. Another hour passes in what feels like a minute, and the next time I wake, Stefania's on her way back into the bedroom. She's spilling out the top of a skimpy nighty with tiny blue polka dots and smiling broadly at me. 

"Hey you, good sleep?," I ask him. 

"Best in a long time," he responds.

"Me too," I tell him. "You released such an incredible amount of tension, Doc, I mean Matthew. " 

"Which kind, sweetheart?" I ask, silently congratulating myself. 

I've never seen him look quite this unkempt but seeing him in my bed, bare-chested and with his wavy hair all over the place, he's like a different man than the imposing figure in a starched white lab coat who examined in his office yesterday. It's the most delicious sight. 

"All of it....

All of it," I respond. 

She flips on the morning news as she lays a mug of coffee she's holding on the end table nearest me. "English muffin? It's all I've got."

I feel comfortable in her home, a rarity for me. You might imagine that I'm a dedicated creature of habit.

"Sure," I tell her. (I'm famished, actually). 

Then, as promised, she scoops up my clothes from the floor and instructs me to take off my boxers, which I do in a strategic way so that she doesn't see me in any less than my full glory. Although, let's be honest, I'm pretty impressive either way. 

I take a glance at her bookcase and note a very eclectic mix of philosophy, art, poetry, the odd novel, and lots of history books. I'm relieved because I'm always eager to discuss subjects outside of medicine. 

She's back quickly with my food, and we spend the next few hours holding each other in bed and chatting, the TV in the background, we doze off here and there. I'm tempted to make a move on her of course, but just having her near me feels so natural, I am enjoying that in itself. Though I don't readily admit it, it feels good not to wake up alone, given the right circumstances, of course. 

"I'm going to hop into the shower," she announces as she climbs over me. I can't help but watch intently as she disrobes. My eyes bore through her as she takes down her nightgown straps one by one, her round, firm breasts with the large brown nipples bounding out of their confines. She cradles them with one arm as she bends to lower the nightgown past her knees and drops it to the ground. 

And there she is before me, completely nude, in full daylight now. Phenomenal. 

I look her up and down from her petite ankles, up the length of her long and shapely legs, over the curve of her hips, to her breasts and then the neat landing strip of brunette hair between her legs. It's a nice contrast to the inside of her which is perfectly bare. 

I feel my cock move under the covers. 

One hand on her hip now, she gestures with the other, "my spare bathroom is at the end of the hall if you'd like to freshen up too. You'll find everything you need for a shower. And your clothes should be dry by now." I nod as she walks away, her fantastic ass bouncing seductively as she goes. I spend most of my shower thinking about it as I relish the feeling of the hot water on my sore muscles. 

Stefania emerges from her bedroom looking totally refreshed, her still damp hair tightening into waves collected at her shoulders. She's wearing another sundress with a subdued floral print. This one is shorter than her last but with a higher neckline. The impressive swell of her breasts allow it to be alluring in the ladylike way. 

"The dryer is over there, babe,"she says motioning towards a utility closet. I tighten the towel around my waist and head over to grab my boxers, shirt and pants. 

While I dress, she throws on some flip-flops that are placed by the door. As she bends over, I glimpse her pink cotton bikini undies. They are skimpily cut and show good portion of her ass cheeks. 

"Ready to go?," she chirps. "Ready as I'll ever be," I say, saying a silent thanks as I grab my sunglasses and baseball cap out of my work bag. My plan is to throw one or both items on should I see anyone I know. 

"Why don't we walk to the park by the pier?," I offer. There's a big field with plenty of space to stretch out under the trees (away from any prying eyes). 

"Perfect. I'll bring a something for us to sit on." 

The weather outside is sunny and warm but with almost no humidity, close to perfect for a leisurely stroll. As we walk, I can't help but continue to be paranoid of being seen. It's a work day so the streets are fairly empty but I deliberately choose a route that keeps us away from the general vicinity of my office. It's a beautiful day to be by the water. The clear skies allow for a flawless view of the city across the river. 

"Ooh, there's the lobster roll truck," she says. 

"Wanna?," she asks me, cute and childlike. My stomach is grumbling something awful again. 

"Sure."

"Be right back," she says as she bounces away, returning a few minutes later with the food and two fresh lemonades." I'm still pretty famished so it all tastes especially good. I think about how I haven't had a lemonade in years. Serious people don't drink lemonade. Iced tea, maybe. 

"Wait a sec," Stefania says as she rummages through her tote bag emerging with a fairly large silver flask, a big smile across her face. 

I glance at my watch to see if it's noon yet. 

"Are you trying to take advantage of me?," I ask her. "Been there, done that, Doc, but this is my first day off in ages and I plan on living it up. It feels good breaking the rules with you," she grins mischievously as she pours an absurd amount of vodka into my big styrofoam cup. I glance around to make sure no one is looking because I can't help but kiss her. 

As she nibbles at her lunch, her knees bent and feet in the grass, I can see her a tiny bit of her pink cotton panties through the gap between her shins. My eyes fixate on the small mound created by her pussy lips as they are pressed together. I envision removing her panties and slipping my tongue between her legs again. 

As the effects of the vodka begin to scramble our brains, Stefania and I talk for what ends up being another few hours under that tree. She has a million questions for me, all of which I've heard before, but her excitement for getting to know me is infectious. I've never loved opening up, but I find, to my surprise, that I'm happy to indulge her curiosity. 

How amazing is it to help a baby be born? Am I sick of looking at lady parts by the end of the week? Does it take me more time to get aroused because I'm desensitized? What made me choose this line of work?

One thing is for sure. People have a real fascination my medical specialty. Especially about what motivates a man to be a gynecologist. 

No, we aren't fetishists, at least not in the context of work. We just really appreciate women and also find the whole process of reproduction, birth and maturation to be fascinating. 

Delivering babies is a miraculous thing that honestly never loses its luster. As I've told you, in the context of exam room, I try not to think of what other miracles can come as a result of a woman's body, but those are pretty fantastic too. 

Now I also have some questions for her, but I hold back because I sense her wounds are still raw. 

I mainly wonder what kind of man would leave this girl. And why. 

People change and relationships aren't easy. I am a prime example, but the thought of her hurting and alone disturbs me. Frankly, it really scares me that I even care, especially since I barely know her. 

Our conversation still flows effortlessly. I learn about her interests. Much in line with what I saw on her bookcase. She likes to write and say's she's a very good cook. She makes her living as a director of sales for a well known technology company. She seems quite successful at it. Understanding people and persuading them is her stock and trade.

Tell me about it. 

She's Italian too and an only child. She collects wine (which reminds me, I was interested in checking out her wine collection more closely). 

I learn that she'd traveled a decent amount before and during her marriage but she's eager to do more. 

"Do you want children?"

As soon as the question escapes my lips I feel like grabbing it right out of the air. She takes a swig straight from the flask then casts her eyes down a bit.

Yeah. 

"Just not with the wrong person. But if I run out of time, I am ok with that. I have the means to take care of a baby but I don't want to raise a child alone. A good dad is so important."




Her Dirty Doctor Dreams Come True Pt. 06



Her answer wipes away the fleeting, silly thought that maybe, just maybe, she and I could be together for good. Let her be young and live her life. I'm too old to be a dad again. 

"In your story you had a child. Why?"

"Ah. Yeah. It's silly but I was so sure that my crush on you was terribly obvious so I figured I'd add some detail to give me plausible deniability in case someone saw it. I wasn't trying to but when I read the story over it clearly could have been about you."

She leads the way home and sure enough, as we turn a corner, I spot my business manager just ahead of us. He's getting in his car to go home for the day. I feel a cold sweat down my back and I stop in my tracks and start to turn away from him, grabbing for her shoulder so she follows. 

"Wait here a second. That's Jose from my practice. I don't want to walk by him." She rolls her eyes impetuously and taps out twenty seconds with her flip flop. 

"Oh fine, come on," she says dragging me the other direction and down the alleyway that runs along the back of my office building. Many of our employees park there, including two of my partners, so it's still risky route to be sure, but at this point, I'm just drunk enough to comply. 

She's walking ahead of me over the cobblestones. There's a new bounce in her step, maybe from our wonderful date, maybe huge volume of vodka we consumed. A little gust of wind lifts her dress and I get a flash of her ass and those little pink undies. 

In that one moment I decided I was done coloring inside the lines. 

I'm sick of rules and even sicker of regrets: 

I grab her by the waist from behind, holding onto it firmly with both hands. I hurry her to the edge of the street. She's shocked by my sudden contact. I move her thick brown hair and bury my face in her neck neck and shoulders. My hands cup her voluptuous breasts and then find their way up her dress from underneath. The skin on her belly is like velvet. I force her against the wall of a building. 

My frantic fingertips reach the waist of her panties. I lift the band and slide my right hand in, my middle finger wiggling its way into her warm cunt and then, wet with her juices, out again to her clit as it stiffens in response to my advances. I work her pussy with my fingers making very light circular strokes as she moans, pressing her ass harder into my pelvis. 

I bend her forward forcing her to brace herself with two hands on the rugged wall of a brick apartment. Descending to my knees, I tug her panties down to her ankles before licking her ass and pussy from behind. 

"Matthew, but, we're right... your office..." 

"I don't care." 

I am overtaken by animal lust.

"I can't wait another minute to fuck you!," I growl. 

Her panties still around her ankles, I throw her over my shoulder and duck into a little alcove between two of the buildings. "Turn around," I command, forcing her against another wall and plunging my fingers back into her. 

She's dripping wet and even so the sheer size of my cock remains a challenge for her snug snatch. I have to bend my legs significantly to make up the distance in our heights but I manage to shove my way in and before long I'm sliding in and out of her with ease. 

I look to my left to see a woman walking her dog down the cobblestone alley not twenty feet from me. I'm shocked by the rush the thought of getting caught gives me. 

Getting rough with her out in public is such a fucking turn on. I pump harder into her tight little hole, pulling my whole cock out and entering her over and over so I can truly feel her squeezing me up and down the length of my shaft. 

"You can come in my pussy, baby."

"Oh yeah? You want to walk around town wearing that sweet little sundress with my jiz dripping out of you, don't you?" I close my hand around her neck again as I pick up speed. 

"Yes, Daddy," she responds, nearly breathless. 

"I'm going to act like your nice little innocent girl while your cum is dripping down my thighs."

I rub her clit feverishly as I thrust and she lets out moans of pleasure. Her muscles contract hard around my cock and I feel ready to pop. A few more long strokes into her tight hole and I give her what she wants - huge spurts of cum deep inside her. 

The sweetest release. 

"Mmmmmm I can feel it," she says. 

I bend to collect her panties from around her ankles. As I slide them up over her knees and then thighs, I see my cum beginning to leak out of her. Her pink panties, neatly back in place now, are soaked by the time we reach her apartment where we stumble drunkenly into her unmade bed. I hold her tight as we pass out. 

~~

When you've spent days romping around like horny teenagers, facing the less inspiring reality of daily life is sobering. But I know that despite an intense attraction, we are in different places in life. 

She wants kids. What would my family say? I don't even really know her. 

I can find a million reasons why this should never happen again but none feel good at all. 

The head and the heart align so rarely. 

I press my lips to his, lingering on his full bottom lip as I pull away. 

"You won't see me at your office anymore," I tell him, a twinge of sadness creeping into my voice. 

"You never know, Stefania. I'll always be here for you if you need any of my services," he says with a wink before kissing me goodbye and disappearing down the hall.

~~~

This is the story of how a work of fiction, a fantasy, something straight out of my imagination, became real. Does it end here? Probably. But it was just enough. 

I feel alive again.