5 comments/ 48997 views/ 2 favorites I Can See Clearly Now By: Ebullience It was the middle of the day, and already I was exhausted. Not only was I deep into deadlines, now I was late for a meeting. I took off down the hallway and then, boom. I tripped and fell; my glasses flew off of my face and smashed onto the floor, breaking in half. Perfect. Not only was I scrambling blindly, I just knew that the security camera had caught an eyeful. I was behind with laundry and had skipped the panties this morning. All of my "work" pantyhose were drying on the rack, and so I was wearing stockings, held up by the only clean garters left in my drawer, a gag gift from two years ago. Far trashier than anything I would have bought, they were bright red with black lace. Now there's photographic evidence to prove that the oh-so-serious manager has oh-so-serious bad judgment. I had to get this day back on track. I called the one-hour glasses place, and was told the prescription was outdated and I needed to come in for an exam. I sighed and wrapped tape around my glasses so I could see to drive, and then navigated my way to the optometrist. They were closing for lunch, and Dr. Rafferty was out sick. The receptionist went in the back for a moment, and then returned, saying that Dr. Benson was covering his shift and would be happy to see me. She picked up her handbag and left me alone in the waiting room. I took off my taped glasses and tried to focus, but everything was fuzzy. Then a large blob appeared at my left, and a pleasant voice said, "Good afternoon, won't you please step into the exam room?" I nodded and followed the shape down the hallway, bumping into the counter and sending a display crashing to the floor. Dr. Benson laughed and said I obviously needed to get my new prescription as soon as possible. I sat in the exam chair. I could hear him sit on his rolling stool and shuffle a few papers, then roll to my side. The soft fabric of his trousers brushed my knees as he maneuvered closer to me. With his face just inches away, I caught a whiff of his clean, soap-and-water smell. A smile played across my lips as he turned on the chart and asked me to read the lowest clear line. I looked up at him and said, "There's a chart?" Dr. Benson laughed and casually put his hand on my leg. I was shocked but apparently he was too and quickly removed it. The room got very still for a moment, and then Dr. Benson cleared his throat and began checking my prescription. My leg felt cold without his hand on it. He fitted the contraption over my face and turned the knobs. I heard his voice say, "better like this," and he turned them again, "or better like this?" Things came into fuzzy focus and I could feel his intent gaze. He stood and leaned across the apparatus to make an adjustment, his chest large before my magnifying eyes. The slightest sigh escaped my lips. Sitting back down, he again put his hand on my leg. This time he didn't remove it. I didn't want him to, as I was becoming incredibly aroused. My legs began slowly spreading of their own will, and I felt my right leg press against his smooth cotton pants. I felt the blood race to my face and to my pussy, and a familiar throbbing between my legs. Having spent life as the consummate "good girl," I felt ready to explode. Absently I answered, "Better the second way." The doctor rolled a couple of dials and flipped some lenses and said, "better like this," and he flipped them again, "or better like this?" I took a deep breath and slid my hand over his thigh. "Better like this," I said. He quietly smiled, which I saw a little clearer in the lenses through which I was looking. He pulled the metal unit off my face and pressed his lips to mine. I could feel his hot, wet tongue caressing mine, and he slowly slid down and nuzzled along my neck. Chills ran through me, and my nipples tightened and got hard. I reached my hand farther up his thigh, and felt the growing bulge. In a swift movement, he pushed the large examining device away and swiftly unbuttoned my blouse. My skin felt like fire where he was touching me, and I could feel his hands pulling open my shirt and pressing his face between my 38DD breasts. My bra was thin, and he rubbed and licked my nipples through the thin layer of fabric. Dr. Benson reached his hands around my smooth, bare back and unsnapped my bra, letting it fall to the floor. He squeezed my nipples and rolled them between his fingers and thumbs, while kissing me deeply. I slid my hands to his belt and unfastened it, then unbuttoned his trousers while he eagerly sucked at my tits. The insides of my thighs were positively damp and my clit was throbbing like a tiny heart. I slid his trousers down, then hooked his boxer-briefs with my fingers and pulled them as I slid slowly to my knees. I took his rigid cock into my mouth and licked gently around the head while I stroked his balls with my other hand. Hearing a muffled groan of pleasure, I increased the suction. Playfully I asked, "Better like this," then began stroking harder with my hand as I gently licked his balls, "or better like this?" He exhaled a laughing sigh and said, "It all feels great, so do whatever you want." I pushed him onto the exam chair and started sucking with abandon, sliding my mouth and sucking gently and firmly in turn. His hands were twining into my hair, which I've always loved. He slid his hips down a bit in the chair, and I took the chance to lick my finger and slowly slide it up his ass. He gasped at the new sensation as I kept licking and sucking that glorious, hard cock. I looked up at his blurry face and said, "Better like this," then inserted my finger deeper, rubbing firmly, "or better like this?" Dr. Benson moaned and said, "Oh...wow...I can't even think! Definitely the second way!" So I kept up the firm wiggle and almost gagged as I took his full length into my mouth. I swallowed firmly and then slid my head down until my lips were touching his balls. He was groaning, and I was so wet I could hardly stand it. With my free hand, I reached under my skirt and gently rubbed my clit. I was moaning already when he noticed what I was doing. He slowly and gently tugged my hair, pulling my head off the hot deep-throat action I was giving. He bent down and kissed me, hard. His hands were squeezing my tits and I didn't notice he was walking me backward until I bumped into his large desk. He put his hands under my ass and lifted me onto the desk. Dr. Benson's hands parted my thighs and he slid one around my waist as he sucked greedily on my hard-pointed tits. I felt his hand slide up my skirt and touch my wet, bald pussy. He pulled back and lifted up my skirt, softly laughing. "I would never have pegged you for a panty-free, stockings-and-garter type," he said. I sighed softly as his fingers deftly played over my clit, and replied, "I got behind on the laundry." He kissed me as he lowered me onto the desk and spread my legs, then ran his hands over the smoothness of the stockings as he sat down on his stool. I felt the hot wetness of his probing tongue as he tenderly licked my folds, which were directly in front his face now that he was seated. He slid two fingers up my hot, open pussy as he gently, so gently sucked my clit. I started breathing in little gasps at the pleasure coursing through my body. Unconsciously, I began rubbing my own tits and raising my hips to match the gentle strokes of his fingers. As he sucked, he wickedly whispered, "better like this?" Then suddenly slid his fingers in deeply and pressed upward, rubbing confidently forward, "or better like this?" Well, fuck; I couldn't think, let alone speak. I swear I saw stars, and cried out as the spasms jerked my hips wildly. I felt a tremendous pressure inside me, then it released quickly and I felt liquid dripping richly out of me. I was gasping so hard that I thought I might faint as he stood up. Still fuzzy above me, Dr. Benson reached a hand up to my tits and slid it down my body. With the other hand, he pressed on the smooth skin above my slit and softly rubbed my clit as I came again. I was practically going insane with desire as I felt the head of his cock teasing my tight opening. He pressed the head of his amazingly rigid cock into my wet, trembling cunt and I screamed out loud. I felt his hand over my mouth and heard his good-natured shushing. Suddenly I remembered I was in an office in a business center. I nodded and lifted myself up onto my elbows as he pressed all of himself into me. He stroked deeply and slowly, and I rocked my hips in unison with his. His head at my tits, he said, "better like this," and, quick as a flash he pulled out of me, rolled me onto my stomach and rammed the full length of his cock back into my cunt, "or better like this?" My high-heeled feet back on the floor, he fucked me hard enough that the pencil holder flew to the floor. "Oh, fuck!" I breathed, "Better this way!" He stroked into me harder and harder, rubbing my clit faster and faster until I felt a thunderous roar in my head. I was losing my fucking mind. It had never been this hot, this exciting in my life. I had another orgasm as he pounded his hips into mine so hard I heard, and not just felt, his balls slapping my ass. With an almost painful groan, he shot his hot wetness deep into my pussy. He lay there for a few moments, crouched over me, heaving and gasping. Then, with a satisfied sigh, he stood up and slid his hands over my ass. He slowly disengaged himself and I felt his heat dripping from my spread, puffy cunt. He helped me to straighten up, and then retrieved my bra and blouse, which had somehow been flung over the examination equipment. He sweetly helped me back into my clothes and kissed me while I tucked in my blouse and used a tissue to clean off the remainders of our energetic "optical exam." He stood smiling as he wrote a prescription for my replacement glasses. Walking me to the door, I put on my taped glasses and asked when they would ready for pickup. Seeing Dr. Benson clearly for the first time, I smiled into his eyes and accepted his offer of personal delivery. Suddenly happy for being out of laundry, and not caring what the security guys thought, I drove back to work with a smile on my lips and very, very hot plans for the evening. I Can See Clearly Now This story is dedicated to Azriel15 for all his contributions on Facial Forum, and for being supportive of my writing. * Lucia was frustrated as she paced back and forth at the optometrist's office. Despite new glasses, not reading at night, and getting plenty of vitamins, her eyesight had been rapidly degrading; to the point that she needed to get a new prescription every 3-4 months. Though not legally blind or anything, she came to realize that she really did require her glasses at all times. She crossed her fingers as she waited for the doctor to come back and let her know what was happening, and if she would be a good candidate for laser eye surgery. Dr. Matthew Azriel smiled widely to disarm the nervous young woman in his office as he walked through the door. While he certainly didn't revel in a patient's discomfort, Dr. Azriel was beginning to enjoy his visits from young Lucia May every couple of months. Aside from being delightful and pleasant, Lucia always seemed to be dressed to impress, and this day was no exception. She wore a simple black pencil skirt, white collared blouse which showed a classy 3 inches of cleavage, simple but elegant jewelry, and of course the 3-inch heels that never failed to accentuate her curvaceous backside. He suppressed the urge to pull change from his pocket to bounce off of her full-figured ass, and instead contented himself with taking it all in briefly before opening his file folder. "Well Lucia," he began without much introduction. "There's no easy way to say this, so I'll come right out with it. Your eyes are continuing to degenerate, and you are not a good candidate for laser surgery at this time." Lucia's hand came up to cover her mouth. Her eyes welled slightly with tears, but she stayed silent as he went on. "Unfortunately your eyes are just too damaged at the moment for laser surgery to take properly. I wish you had come in to check with me sooner, before it went on this long..." "Is there anything we can do to help them heal enough for surgery?" She asked, on bated breath. Dr. Azriel hesitated before going on, pondering his answer. Finally he nodded his head as if giving himself the go ahead to speak. "There is one thing, an experimental study I have been working on which has shown some significant positive effects." "What is it?" Lucia asked quickly, then seeing the hesitation return to his face, "Is it expensive?" "No." he replied. "It's not that. In fact I provide the service free to people who agree to join the trial. It's just... very unorthodox, and frankly I'm not sure it's your kind of thing at all." "But I really want to!" Lucia exclaimed, her eyes welling up anew. "I'll take the risks, I don't care, I just want my eyes back." "No, no." he replied, hand rubbing his chin as if deep in thought. He shook his head again. "There are other treatments we can try first; their success rate isn't very high, but we should exhaust those options before trying something more radical..." "Dr. Azriel..." she began, cutting him off. "Please, call me Matthew." He replied. "Matthew." She looked into his eyes, making the puppy dog face every woman masters as a teen. "Please. I am really scared about my eyes getting worse. I am desperate to have them at least stop getting worse, so I can start the road to recovery!" "Lucia..." he sighed. "I can't, in good conscience..." "Stop!" she said, cutting him off again. "I'm a grown woman. I can make my own decisions about my own body. At least tell me what it entails, and then I can make an informed decision." Dr. Azriel sighed, and began to explain. "Well based on some creative theories, I have found a treatment that often help rejuvenate the eye. It involves a topical protein being applied directly to the eyeball." He paused before going on. "Well that doesn't sound so bad..." Lucia said. "Well it's the method of application and type of protein that is rather unorthodox." He replied. "Its going to sound a bit out there, but my studies have indicated that human semen contains precisely the right type of protein, and that the amino acids actually also help it to penetrate the eye's protective membrane." "I'm sorry, did you say semen?" Lucia asked in shock. "Yes. Human male semen. I know it sounds crazy, but the trial I am running has shown some significant benefits and looks very promising!" "Oh my god." Lucia said, covering her mouth. "How do you... get access to... do you use sperm banks?" "No actually that isn't a good option. When stored, semen loses much of the potency which the treatment relies upon, and sperm banks generally keep only very small samples anyway, so it wouldn't really be enough for a serious regimen of treatments." "So then where do you get it from?" "Well in most cases I suggest my patients discuss the matter with their partner, and come to an arrangement that matches the treatment needs." He explained. Lucia looked astounded, and then suddenly disappointed as her situation came into her mind. "What about single patients?" she asked. "How are they supposed to..." She blushed, unable to continue. "Well in that case I generally ask the patient if they have a friend who might help them out." Lucia blushed again. "I could never ask a friend for help with something like this." "Well then don't worry about it," the doctor said. "As I mentioned there are a few other options we can try out as well rather than going to experimental route..." Lucia pouted, and then blurted out, blushing as she did: "Is there any way... I mean I really want to find a way to take advantage of this treatment. Is there any chance you could 'supply' the necessary... fluids?" "I'm sorry Lucia. That would not only be unethical, but would also invalidate the trial results." "What if we did it outside of the experiment?" She begged. "Please! I'm desperate!" Dr. Azriel looked her in the eyes, and couldn't help but feel moved by her passionate plea, not to mention feeling tempted to take advantage of her offer for more physical reasons. Making up his mind, he strode to the door, and locked it. "If I do this..." he began "Then you have to swear not to tell a soul. I could lose my job, or worse, get arrested." Lucia's face lit up with excitement. "I promise! I won't breathe a word!" "Alright then." He said, pulling his dress shirt out of his pants and beginning to unbutton it. "I'll need you to lay back on the bed please." Lucia, startled at the pace at which events were unfolding, averted her eyes from his undressing, and obeyed his instructions, climbing up on the bed and laying down tentatively. She closed her eyes as the doctor continued to disrobe. "Lucia." He said, causing her eyes to open and glance at him as he undid his belt. "Your eyes have to be open so I can apply it directly to them." Lucia looked at the ceiling trying to avoid staring as his pants came down. "Won't that sting?" she asked. "It will, but that just means the acids are doing their work to let the protein penetrate. Besides, you will get used to it pretty quickly." "How often... do I need treatment?" She asked glancing at him. She immediately looked away, blushing, embarrassed as she saw his soft, fat cock in his hands. From the corner of her eye, she saw his hand reach up to his face and heard him spit on it quietly before reaching back down and moving his hand rhythmically. She wrinkled her nose as the distinct smell of saliva and penis reached her nostrils. "I recommend treatment at a minimum of twice every week." The doctor said. "More if possible, but twice a week should be enough to give you positive results." Lucia continued to stare at the ceiling, but perceived that Dr. Azriel was inching closer to her, putting him almost within her peripheral vision. "Will I be able to get appointments that often?" She asked. "Probably not. I'm very booked up." He replied, accompanied by the wet and squishy sounds of a cock being stroked, slowly and gently. "We may be able to arrange for some home visits in the evening if you like." Lucia blushed at the thought of having the doctor over to her home to cum in her eyes, and said nothing. While here, in the crisp and professional confines of his clinical office the 'procedure' still had a veneer of being medical treatment, the thought of doing it at home felt much more tawdry and sexual in nature. Unconsciously, her gaze wandered as she thought, till she suddenly found herself staring at the doctor's half-hard member, now only inches from her face. She watched for a moment, of curiosity, and saw him begin to harden slightly before her eyes. She let her gaze drift upwards to his face, and saw a glimmer of a smile on his lips as he watched her eyes. "It actually helps when you watch." He said, rather huskily. "Okay." Lucia said, demurely while meeting his gaze. She allowed her eyes to wander back down his naked chest, and examined his penis closely for the first time. Dr. Azriel's clean-shaven cock was thick and heavy looking, his foreskin gliding back and forth over the head as he stroked himself. It's length was in her opinion ideal -- long enough to hit all the right spots when fucking, but not so long as to be uncomfortable. Unexpectedly, Lucia felt a familiar heat growing in her loins as she watched Dz. Azriel stroke himself so near to her. Though quite large, she could tell he was still not quite fully hard, and that he was struggling to maintain his erection in the absence of greater stimulation. As if reading her mind, he suddenly asked: "Do you mind if I touch your tits a little bit?" Lucia was almost too shocked to answer. The doctor had always been a consummate professional in the past, though she had caught him checking her out on a couple occasions. His tone was different now, however, as he lost himself within the erotic fantasy of the moment. "Okay." She answered again, her voice nearly cracking with nerves. Slowly and gently, Lucia felt his hand slide up her side to cup her right breast over her blouse. She suppressed a small moan of pleasure as he skillfully cupped and kneaded the flesh beneath her clothing, and felt her nipples harden in response, becoming just barely visible through the thin material of the frilly white bra and blouse she wore. She smiled slightly to herself as she saw his penis pulse and continue to grow still more, becoming rigid and venous in his hand. Lucia was very proud of her breasts, and had seen many partners succumb to their charms. "Oh yeah. I have wanted to touch these ever since the first time I saw you, Lucia." He groaned as his hands wandered back and forth between her tits, pinching her nipples slightly. Lucia had to bit her lower lip to cut off a telltale sharp inhale of breath that she knew would reveal her secret reveling in the attention she was receiving. She was flattered by his attraction to her, and it had been several months since her last sexual encounter. Though she regularly took matters into her own hands, Lucia had almost forgotten how much she enjoyed the firm, strong hands of a confident and experienced man touching her. As if on instinct, she found her own hand furthest from the doctor maneuvering down between her legs. She clamped her thighs tightly together to block out her own hand, and accidentally triggered a long, low moan of pleasure from the pressure and blood flow that the squeezing brought to her pussy. Embarrassed, she clamped a hand over her mouth, and looked up at the doctor's eyes again to see if he had noticed. From the grinning leer on his face, it was obvious that he had. "It's okay Lucia. Being turned on is perfectly natural. Just go with it, it will help me to deliver your treatment faster and in larger quantity." Lucia blushed, tears of embarrassment welling up in her eyes before she shook them away. She had masturbated in front of guys she had dated before, and in fact thoroughly enjoyed the act -- deep down, she knew she was a secret voyeur. Deciding on her course of action, she made up her mind to give him a proper show. She stared at his face and saw him lick his lips in anticipation as she began to slowly unbutton her blouse, letting it fall open to reveal her heaving mounds, encased in a frilly white bra through which her pink nipples were just barely visible. She made no effort to contain her moan this time as he began to feel her up more vigorously. Reaching down with both hands, and lifting her bum off the bed, she shimmied herself out of her thong panties beneath her black skirt, and then let the skirt ride up high so she could access her pussy. As her middle finger of her left hand grazed her clit for the first time, she moaned again, louder this time, tossing back her head and closing her eyes, unable to contain herself. Lucia pressed her hand tightly against herself, her middle finger pushed his barely inside her, and her palm pressed tightly to her clit. Rhythmically, she began to rock her hips up and down, fucking her own hand, grinding against it. She clapped her other hand over her mouth as she tried to restrain herself from screaming out loud from sheer pleasure. Her breath came in desperate and loud gasps through her nose, nostrils flaring as she tried to maintain some level of discretion in the quiet office complex. She was barely even aware as the doctor deftly undid the clasps on the front of her bra, opening it to reveal the fullness of her breasts before returning to stroking himself. Lucia looked down at herself now, watching as he played with her bare breasts. She closed her eyes in ecstasy, and moments later reopened them when she felt his warm, moist mouth envelop one of her nipples, using gentle suction and tongue lashing to drive her to new heights. Unable to restrain herself, she began fucking herself with wild abandon, writhing around on the table against her hand while she enjoyed his skillful lips. And with that, she suddenly found herself in the throes of a massive orgasm, pulsing and grinding her hips against her hand and stifling her own screams. It seemed to last forever before she finally came down, and she was forced to remove her hand from her mouth as she gasped for air, recovering from the most intense climax she could remember in ages. As she lay there, eyes closed in recovery, she felt and heard a wet slapping hitting lightly against her cheek and gaping lips. With effort she forced herself to open her eyes -- still narrow with a post-orgasmic squint -- to find Dr. Azriel holding his turgid tool by the base and slapping it against her face. Before she could respond, she felt a bead of precum enter her mouth, filling it with the familiar flavor of cock. Lucia moaned again, involuntarily. Taking her moan as an invitation, the doctor thrust his hips forward, and began fucking the underside of his cock against her wet, and open lips. He reached down, grasping her by the chin and the top of the head, and held her steady while he ran his shaft along her lips, back and forth. Lucia allowed her tongue to snake out, lashing at him willingly. Although it had never been her favorite sexual act, Lucia had sucked her past boyfriends willingly and with enthusiasm, and was used to how insistent and beyond reason an incredibly horny man could become. She used her thick, full lips to full effect, licking them to keep them moist, and tasting his precum on them. She heard him growl as he turned her head to face him, and began thrusting in and out of her mouth, feeding her only a couple inches at a time. The awkward angle was uncomfortable on her neck, and she felt saliva begin to run out of the corner of her mouth as he fucked her face. "Lucia you beautiful cocksucker." Dr. Azriel breathed, almost whispered to her. "You have no idea how badly I have wanted to fuck your hot mouth." Lucia shivered with delight at his words, overcome with her own horniness. She was overcome with the desire to make him cum, for more reasons now than just her medical treatment. Swiveling on the bed, she swung her legs over the edge towards him. He let go of her head, and let her drop down in front of him on the floor. Unsteady on her high heels, she leaned back against the bed, feeling the cold steel of the cabinet doors through her hair. Squatting with her legs opened wide to let him stand close, her tits bounding free and naked, she looked up at him and opened her mouth wide in clear invitation. Towering over her, he needed little as he stepped forward, stroking her hair gently before sliding his cock into her velvety mouth. With a better angle now, he fucked deeper, stopping just short of gagging her, one hand on either side of her head. Hands free, Lucia massaged her own breasts with one, and played with her clit with the other. The feeling was intense and gloriously pleasurable. She moaned around his meat as it pumped in and out of her oral cavity, sending vibrations up his shaft and making him groan in return. He grunted in time with his thrusts, breath now coming in ragged gasps. "I'm getting close." He said. Lucia moaned loudly in response, involuntarily sounding like a slut in heat. "I want to feel your cum so badly." "Tell me you want it." He said, pulling out of her mouth, and stroking his sticky wet cock quickly right above her forehead. "God I want it so badly." Lucia said between gasps as she worked her pussy. She looked directly into his eyes opening them as wide as she could muster. "I want you to cum in my eyes. Please Dr. Azriel." That was all he needed to push him over the edge. With a growing and gravelly moan of his own, the doctor unleashed a thick torrent of milky-white semen onto her upturned face. In blasts that seemed to go on forever, and with an almost uncanny aim, he plastered first one, and then the other eye. Lucia focused on keeping them open as long as possible, until the burning was too much and she was forced to close them. She felt his warm sticky cum running down her face, and dripping onto her tits and thighs in heavy droplets. She licked her lips, tasting his salty seed on them, and moaned, driven over the top into her own second orgasm, which thankfully distracted from the discomfort of her eyes. Perhaps through Pavlovian training, she thought to herself, she would learn to associate cum on her eyes and face with the wonderful pleasure of an orgasm. As she came down, she felt a warm, moist, soothing cloth on her face as the doctor cleaned her up. She waited patiently as he tidied her chest, tummy, and legs, policing up stray drops of cum. She sighed contentedly as he planted a few deep, sucking kisses on her nipples, and shivered as he pressed the palm of his hand against her pussy to feel how hot and wet she was. Almost comatose from pleasure, and with the pain in her eyes subsiding quickly, she knew should would not think twice about seeing Dr. Azriel for further treatments. Lucia smiled to herself and wondered if he would be willing to fuck her properly next time at her apartment. I Can See Clearly Now Ch. 02 I drove home singing along with the radio and smiling at my good fortune. Not only did my eye exam result in my hottest encounter in years, I was having my new glasses personally delivered by Dr. Benson, Ophthalmologist and Chief Orgasm Facilitator. When I arrived home, I immediately picked up all the laundry and ran the dishwasher. I knew that the eye center closed at seven, and expected Dr. Benson would be at my house around eight. Looking at my clock through cracked, duct-taped glasses, I realized there was no time for fancy dinner preparations. I figured I would just wing it, and dashed up the stairs to my bedroom. Once I ensured that my best sheets were on the bed, I decided to shower off the afternoon's activities and sweaty, sticky goodness. The hot water made clouds of steam all around me as I gently lathered myself all over, enjoying how slippery my soapy skin felt. The soft scent of my lather mixed with the smell of Benson's frantic fucking. Remembering how slutty I had behaved caused my nipples to become hard and tight, and I felt a delicious throbbing deep in my pussy. I couldn't believe how easily I was aroused, considering how I had been fucked mere hours ago. What the hell, I thought to myself, may as well top myself off. I ran my hands tightly up my torso to the soft fullness of my 36DD breasts. My hands slid over my nipples, giving me chills despite the hot water. I could feel a deep, pulsing wetness between my thighs and gently pinched my bronze nipples and sighed a soft breath as my right hand slid between my legs, to the tender aching spot between the moist folds of my skin. I grazed the opening of my pussy with my fingers, feeling the soreness from Dr. Benson's crashing thrusts. Sliding two fingers of my left hand deep inside, my right hand began to rub my hard little clit. I felt the familiar feelings like a roller coaster climbing slowly. Squatting down on the shower floor, I buried my fingers as deep as they would go, as my clit got harder and harder. In a shuddering blast, I saw stars as I came hard and continued to rock it hard as the spasms subsided. Then I took a deep breath as I slid my fingers out of my pussy and into my mouth, sucking my sweet flavor as I rinsed off the soap under the hot spray of water. Wow, I thought, that was quick! Toweling off and putting my broken glasses back on my face, I saw it was only 7:00, so I had plenty of time to slip into a lacy pink peignoir and laze around. I had just curled up on the couch when the doorbell rang. Frantically I realized he must have left the office early. I had planned to blow dry my hair and put on makeup! Well, crap. I opened up the door since I was too short to see out the peephole. Squinting through my broken glasses, I saw a fuzzy but familiar outline in my doorway and heard Dr. Benson's soft, rich voice say hello. I smiled and opened the door fully. Benson slowly whistled an appreciative sound as he saw me my sheer slip, then closed and locked the door. He said in a teasing voice, "I have a package for you." I tried to quickly come up with an appropriately smart-ass answer as I felt him slide my new glasses onto my face. Fuzziness gone, I saw him clearly for the first time. My eyes traveled from his light brown hair to his deep-set hazel eyes and down to his smiling mouth. I saw the snappy suit with a hint of tummy bulge peeping over his belt and down to his shiny shoes. No wonder he was easy to kiss; he couldn't be over five-five. Since I'm barely five feet, it was a perfect fit, in more ways than one. I invited him inside and made him a drink. We sat on the couch for a while, while my hair dried into its natural messy waves. Then I just had to know, so I blurted out, "Dr. Benson, what's your first name? I mean, you obviously know mine is Rachel from my patient record, but I'd kinda like to know the name of the man who nearly fucked me unconscious this afternoon!" He laughed and said, "I wondered how long until you asked; it's Ward." I rolled the name around in my head for a few seconds before softly saying that it was a perfect name and fit him well. "I know something else that fits well," he said, sliding a hand up my leg and bringing his face to mine as I felt my insides turn to mush. I pulled his mouth down onto mine, and savored his deep kisses. Sliding my head down, I laid a trail of kisses from behind his ear down his neck. I reached up with my left hand and loosened his tie and released the first few buttons on his shirt. I could feel his warm breath on my neck as I pushed him upright and straddled his lap. His hands were on my breasts under my sheer slip as I finally freed him from his starched white shirt and covered his chest in kisses, my still-damp hair caressing him lightly all over his chest as I led him to the couch. Ward softly moaned as I licked his left nipple gently and wrapped my soft lips around it, offering a tender suck as my fingernails lightly grazed his right nipple and felt it, a hard little pebble. I also felt throbbing between my own legs, and saw his pants stretched tight over his erection. I smiled and slid lower and saw, to my dismay, that I had left a trail of wetness down his pants as I slithered down. His eyes followed mine and he laughed. "You're too transparent to play hard-to-get, aren't you?" I looked up at him as I unzipped his pants, and said, "I don't play, Ward, and I was unusually easy for you to get, wasn't I?" I pulled off his underpants and his smart answer was silenced by the shock of my hot, wet mouth wrapped around his rod. I could tell he had showered; he smelled of soap and a hint of cologne. I pressed my tongue firmly on the head of his cock and tilted back my head. Looking up into his eyes, my mouth slid down the full length of his shaft. I felt my lips graze his balls and gently sucked. Our eyes met again as I pulled back, savoring his tastes in my mouth; he smiled softly and slid his hips down on the sofa. Sucking in earnest, I began to find a rhythm and Ward began to match it, lifting his hips to meet my waiting mouth. Tasting his first salty sweetness, I began to touch myself as I stroked his cock and sucked on his balls. I could see Ward watching my right hand as I pinched my nipples and gave them gentle tugs between my fingers. I missed his throbbing cock, and taking it back into the hot wetness of my mouth, I began to lightly scratch his balls with my fingernails. Ward groaned loudly and lifted his hips hard into my mouth. "Not like this," he said in a husky voice, "I want to cum inside you." I gave an encouraging smile as Ward lifted my sheer pink slip over my head and tossed it on the couch. He took my hand and walked me around to the back of the couch, and kissed me so deeply I lost my breath. His lips on mine were so hot, so perfect. I smiled inwardly with gratitude that he wasn't too tall: No neck pain! His tongue twisted with mine as he slowly turned me around. Feeling his hardness in my back, I moaned softly as he took my tits in his hands and gently squeezed them, and then lowered his lips to my neck. Ward slid one of his feet between mine and spread them farther apart, sliding his hand between my legs to the hot wetness of my pussy. His fingers were magic; it was incredible to feel him softly rubbing my clit. I was yearning for more, so I bent over the back of the couch. I heard him quickly go to his knees and immediately felt his wet tongue exploring every fold of my cunt. Ward's tongue found my clit, hard as a rock and pumping furiously, and he moved it firmly with his whole tongue. I could feel my legs turning to jelly...but oh, how perfect he felt. I began to make that whimpering sound that gives me away every time, and Ward kept his mouth firmly sealed over my cunt as I started to moan and tremble. I was panting and getting dizzy when I felt him stand behind me and tease my pussy with the head of his cock. Ward was sliding it in bit by bit, and I just couldn't take it anymore. I backed into him hard and started fucking him. He laughed and picked up my legs so I wouldn't have any traction, the bastard! He leaned over and said he wanted to fuck me nice and slow. I told him he was taking advantage of my height issues and he gave a nasty giggle and wrapped my legs around his back. So, teetering on my stomach like some stranded, flipped-over turtle, I gave into the feeling. Ward rocked me slowly; I'd never tried this position before and was amazed by the friction in new and exciting places. The curve of his cock (a pronounced left-turn) was an exact match to my recently discovered G-spot, which had been hiding for years behind the refrigerator. (Yes, I'm kidding; it's actually up and in and sneaking a bit off to the side.) In any event, Ward's cock was slowly fucking in rhythm and I could feel the swelling in my spot, which, if stimulated at just the right angle... I was breathing hard, getting dizzy and grasping the sofa when I felt a soft "pop" inside me. I heard Ward gasp behind me and he pulled out. He looked at me with a completely shocked face, and said, "I think you just squirted!" At my slightly sheepish nod, he said, "That is so fucking HOT! I thought it only happened in bad porn where they shoot it across the room" I laughed and walked on shaking legs to the couch. He hopped over the back and sat down next to me. "The difference between porn and real life," I said, straddling him and wrapping my legs around his waist, "Is that real life feels a hell of a lot better, doesn't usually include your ten best friends or a barely-legal silicone princess in platform heels." I angled myself and pulled him deep into me. He matched the thrusting, and wrapped his arms tightly around me. My tits were smashed against his chest as he gently bit my neck. "Real life does feel a hell of a lot better, Rachel," he said in a husky voice, and started pumping into me with fresh energy. I pulled my legs from around his waist and planted them firmly on the outside of his legs. My hands on his shoulders, I began fucking him hard in a squatting position. He felt like a rock-hard piston inside me and I was fucking him so hard that my ass was making a very satisfying slapping sound against his thighs. "Oh, yeah, oh yeah," he kept repeating as his breath grew ragged. He suddenly threw back his head as spasms gripped his body and I felt his heat inside me. I slowed my rhythm and again wrapped my legs around his waist, rocking into him softly as he continued to shake. He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again he looked dazed but returned my soft kiss. I don't know how long we stayed like that, wrapped up in each other, but it was so amazing that neither of us wanted it to end. I said as much to Ward, who looked at me with soft eyes as he gently bit my left nipple as he said, "Who says it has to end?"