1 comments/ 42664 views/ 3 favorites My Doctor By: burmohini A visit to the gynecologist is not most women's idea of a great time. For some of my friends, those trips are a source of anxiety and fear. Donning a paper dress and being poked and prodded with various instruments can be a real bummer - unless the man doing the poking and prodding is absolutely gorgeous. I'm lucky enough to have such a doctor. I've always been a sucker for Italian men, and he's the epitome of the type: thick black hair, deep brown eyes, athletic body. My first gynecologist, a sweet old woman who'd taken care of me since I hit puberty, retired two years ago. She recommended that I transfer my care to Dr. Santino, a man who had worked under her. From my first visit, I found myself unable to stop thinking about what it would be like for him to handle parts of me with the delicacy with which he held his stethoscope against my chest. He asked me questions while reviewing my charts, and listened to me patiently, his eyes locking with mine for so long it made me shudder. I wanted to believe that he felt it, too - that he was as drawn to me as I was to him - but to him I was probably just another patient. Or so I thought... "That's a lovely dress, " was the first thing he said to me that day. I shrugged off the compliment with some deprecating remark ("This old thing?"), even though I'd spent all weekend searching the malls for the perfect outfit for seduction. The dress I settled on was a clingy affair, high cut here and low cut there. Though I knew he'd notice (he was always quick and generous with the compliments), I didn't expect his eyes to slide down me the way they did. As I turned to take a seat on the examination table, I could see his reflection in the mirror over the sink as he stared lustily at my ass and legs. I flushed, and I could feel myself moistening. Just that one look from him would have been enough to satisfy me. Then he handed me the paper gown and said, "Cathy [his nurse] had to leave early on personal business. If you like, we can postpone the examination..." "Oh, no. That's okay - I took time off work to be here, and I'd rather get it all over with." I laughed, then smiled teasingly. He smiled shyly; now it was his turn to blush... He returned to the room armed with a tray of swabs and vials and looking unbearably sexy in his white coat. My pulse quickened when his hands slid beneath the paper gown and found first on breast, then the other. It was the best breast exam a doctor has ever given me; he cupped them, then squeezed gently yet firmly, pulling lightly at my hard nipples as I suppressed a moan. Asking me to lay down, he lifted the gown over my stomach and rubbed my torso in search of abnormalities. ("Nothing wrong here", he said huskily.) Then he sat at the end of the table and took first my left then my right foot in his hands, caressing each gently, then softly placing it into a stirrup. I was so aroused I thought I would faint. I felt him place a finger in me. "Does this hurt?" he inquired, a teasing quality to his voice. With the gown over my knees, I couldn't see his face at all and had no idea of what he had planned. "Oh, not at all, " I answered with just enough flirtation in my voice to keep him guessing. "How about this?" he asked, pulling his finger out halfway and slipping another in alongside it. I suppressed a moan. "That's fine, " I answered, and I could hear him chuckle - the arousal in my voice must have been pretty obvious. He continued to finger me, and then I felt something exquisite on my clit. It took me a second to realize it was his tongue! Then I could hold it in no longer; I moaned and arched my back as he finger-fucked me and licked me at the same time. Soon I was near coming, and barely noticed when he stood up (without ceasing the motion of his fingers), lifted my gown over my neck, and fondled my breasts and stomach with his other hand. "Oh, yes, " he sighed, squeezing my tit lustfully. He bent down and sucked one breast, then the other, fondling them at the same time. He looked into my eyes, almost asking permission. I knew what he wanted, and I spread my knees even wider to let him know he could have it. With his free hand, he unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling out a very nicely sized and extremely hard erection. He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and rubbed the tip of his penis over my slick, wet lips. Every molecule in my body wanted him inside me; I moaned and stared into his eyes, willing him to do it. He obliged, sliding his penis into me so quickly and with such force that we both gasped. My feet curled in the stirrups. His hands found my breasts and squeezed them while he pounded me with everything he had. Suddenly, I came with such force I thought I was going to fly off the table. I stopped him. He looked at me questioningly, a little fearfully, as if afraid I'd suddenly changed my mind. I slid down the table until I was eye-level with his cock. I grabbed his hardness and stroked it, then pulled it between my full breasts. He groaned, reaching down to help me squeeze my tits around his cock as he fucked them. Then I slid further down, and took him in my mouth. "Oh God, " he moaned. Then he looked down at me and asked sexily, "Can I come on your breasts?" I smiled in response, and slid his cock in and out of my mouth, tonguing him while I fondled his balls. Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth. I moved up a little, then pulled his cock between my breasts as he came like a rocket. His come shot all over my breasts as I rubbed him against them. The sight of my come-sticky breasts must have been amazing for him, because looking down at them made him groan and he spurted a fresh squirt between my tits. We cleaned up without comment. I think he was a little worried after the fact; after all, sex on the examination table isn't exactly included in the Hippocratic Oath. When we were dressed, he asked me, "So, what now?" "Now?" I repeated. I stood up, pulled one of my business cards out of my wallet, and slipped it into his hands. "Now you call me. When your out of the office. And we get together." He smiled. "Sounds like a plan." He touched my cheek and gently kissed my mouth. Sure enough, he called me later that night. We had a wonderful dinner the following night, and an even better dessert... He and I are incredible together. However, no matter how hard we try (and try and try...), nothing can match the passion of that first "examination". My Doctor, a Nurse & My Cock Yesterday I went to my doctor's because I had contracted an infection to the foreskin of my penis. It was inflamed and swollen to the point where I couldn't retract it over the head of my manhood. I was somewhat embarrassed because my physician is an older (mid-50's) woman and it had been a long time since a woman other than my wife had seen or touched my cock. But I decided Dr. Wendy is a professional and everything would be done in a clinical, impersonal way. I arrived at the office about 15 minutes early. It was early evening and with the pending holidays the office was pretty empty. I had just hung up my coat when a pretty, 30-something nurse called my name and led me to an examination room. She took my weight, blood pressure, pulse, and temperature. Then she asked me for details about my problem. I was sitting on the examining table and she was seated in a nearby chair. In this arrangement I was positioned higher than her. As I replied to her questions, my gaze fell to her uniform blouse, which I noted was not buttoned all the way exposing a fair amount of cleavage. Her tits looked to be very full and all natural. I guess I was staring at her chest because she soon changed the tone of her voice. I looked up at her face and saw a sly smile cross her face. We continued with the Q and A. Out of the corner of my eye I saw she had crossed her legs. My gaze drifted down to see some good-looking calves and thighs clad in white nurse's hose. Her uniform skirt had ridden about 1/2 way up her thighs. Once again, a change in her voice alerted me that I was staring. Finally the questions were over and the nurse told me to strip down to my shorts and the doctor would soon come in. She gave me a smile and turned to leave the room. I swear she purposely gave her ass a jiggle as she closed the door. I sighed and took off my shoes and pants and sat down to wait for the doctor. About 5 minutes later Dr. Wendy walked in. She looked over my chart and read the answers I gave to the nurse's questions. Dr. Wendy asked if I was feeling any pain or discomfort. I said the only time I felt discomfort was when I was getting an erection. Then the swollen foreskin got stretched to an uncomfortable degree over my expanding organ. Otherwise there was no pain and very little discomfort. She asked whether I had any difficulties getting an erection. I replied that there was no problem with that but that I wish there was until I could be cured of this infection. We both chuckled at my answer. All this talk about my cock and erections had woken it up from its slumber. As the main character in the sitcom "Everybody Loves Raymond" once told his TV wife, she had "started the launch sequence." So it was with me. Dr. Wendy told me to remove my briefs so that she could examine my penis. I was instructed to recline on the table and open my legs. Dr. Wendy moved her chair between my legs and began assessing my cock. I couldn't help but watch what she was doing. She looked up and told me that I definitely had an infection. Then she looked back down and took my cock in her hand. She firmly, but gently, began to pull the foreskin back. It felt tight and unpleasant, but my dick didn't care and responded the only way it knew how, by filling with blood and growing in length and girth. Dr. Wendy looked up at me and joked that I really didn't have any problems getting an erection. I think by then my face was beet-red and I was trying very much to ignore her touch. It was a losing battle. Soon I was completely hard and a pearl of pre-cum appeared. I watched as Dr. Wendy continued pulling back the foreskin to see how far it would go before discomfort turned to pain. That threshold was reached just as the tip of my penis became exposed. She released my cock and wrote down her findings in my chart. Then she told me she'd prescribed a couple of medications that would take care of the problem in about a week. One was a pill and the other was a cream to be applied on the outside and inside of my foreskin. As it happened, Dr. Wendy had samples of the cream and said she'd give me a couple of tubes. Dr. Wendy then described how to apply the cream inside and out. There was a bit of a trick to applying it inside the foreskin and she realized I didn't quite understand the details. She asked me if I'd want a nurse to show me how to do it. I told her that would probably be a good idea because I didn't want to make a mistake where my most precious possession was concerned. She rolled her eyes at my comment. Dr. Wendy wrote out a scrip for the pill and handed it to me. By this time my cock had deflated to about half-mast, but the drop of pre-cum had gotten so big it threatened to fall to the floor. Dr. Wendy took a couple of tissues from a nearby box and gently wiped the oozing liquid from my cock. My cock twitched and Dr. Wendy smiled. She told me to relax and a nurse would be in shortly to demonstrate the application of the cream. With that, she left the room. I sat there for a couple of minutes but soon got bored. I got up and walked over to read some of the medical signs and posters adorning the walls. I looking through the window blinds to see what was going on outside when the same nurse who brought me in entered the room. I turned around, giving her her first glimpse of my partially engorged cock. She had brought in a tray with some disposable cloths, cotton balls, and a few applicators that looked like overgrown Q-Tips, a small dish of water, and a tube of the cream. She had me recline on the examining table and described what she would be doing as she put on a pair of surgical gloves. She told me that before applying the cream I was to carefully wash and dry my foreskin both inside and out. She soaked the cloth in the warm water and applied some soap. The nurse took hold of my penis and very gently washed the outside of my foreskin. Then she took an applicator and draped a square of soapy gauze over the end. She told me to pay attention and proceeded to carefully clean the inside of my foreskin. Her touch felt really nice and within seconds my cock was once again aiming for the sky. A bead of pre-cum formed at the tip. The nurse looked at me and said my penis had to be completely clean and dry before the cream could be applied, but it seemed I was having some trouble cooperating. I was very embarrassed and blurted out that I had no control over my cock. She made a comment about me being a typical man. She took some cotton balls and wiped and dried the pre-cum from my penis. No sooner did she finish than a fresh drop emerged. The nurse looked at me and said she couldn't show me what to do in my present state. Maybe it would help if I relieved myself first. I croaked out that it would probably help. Did I want her to leave the room? I asked her to stay. Then she looked me straight in the eyes and asked if I wanted her to masturbate me. In a quiet voice I replied that I did. Now that that was settled, the nurse applied a bit of lotion to her gloves. She told me to lean back and began to manipulate my cock. Her technique was pleasant; her strokes alternated between fast and slow and she frequently changed the pressure of her grip. However, at all times the nurse was careful not to pull the foreskin too far back. About a minute into it she asked if I liked her breasts. I was startled by the question, but she just chuckled and said that earlier she saw me staring at her tits and then her legs. I said they looked "nice". Was I a "breast-man"? I answered that I preferred women's butts and legs. The nurse said she thought her ass was too wide and her thighs too big. I told her that from what I saw of her thighs they looked very shapely. She smiled and said I was nice to say so. I assured her that I don't lie about such things. My cock hurt because the swollen foreskin was stretched to the bursting point. The nurse sensed I was nearing orgasm and turned to get a small paper cup from a nearby shelf. She positioned it in front of and slightly below my cock. Her stroking increased in speed and pressure and before I knew it I was jetting streamers of semen into the cup. The nurse's eyes widened and she said I must not have ejaculated recently because of the large volume of sperm I had shot. She looked into the cup and said something about how thick it looked. Finally my nut sack was empty. The nurse put the cup on the shelf and began to once more clean my cock. This time my cock behaved and soon all was ready for the cream application. The nurse squeezed a small ribbon of cream onto her forefinger and gingerly applied it over the whole outside of the foreskin. That was the easy part, she said, telling me to pay careful attention to how she applied the cream to the inside. She took one of the applicators and squeezed some cream over the cottony top. Then, with one hand she held onto my penis, while slowly inserting the applicator inside the foreskin opening with the other. She ran the applicator back and forth, around and around all the inside surfaces. In seconds she was done. The nurse took off the gloves and threw them and the other used items into a sealed trash bin. She told me I could get dressed and to stop by the front desk to arrange a follow-up appointment in about a week. She put the cum-filled cup on the tray and got up to leave the room. As she was opening the door she asked if I really liked her legs and ass. I said they were just fine. She thanked me and exited the room. I finished dressing and went to the reception desk. The nurse was in the small office talking with the receptionist. The receptionist asked if I could return next Tuesday evening for the follow-up visit. Then she added that the doctor indicated she wanted to take samples of my blood and semen in order to do a complete workup. I was given a couple of forms to sign. As I placed them on the receptionist's desk I noticed the paper cup with my "specimen" sitting there. I looked up at the receptionist and saw her and the nurse looking back at me. They thanked me and said they looked forward to seeing me next week. Both had big smiles on their faces. I put on my coat and left the building. When I got to the sidewalk, I looked back at the doctor's offices. It was dark outside but the blinds to the receptionist's area were open and the lights were on and I could clearly see inside. Dr. Wendy had joined the nurse and receptionist and all three women were laughing and doing something that at first I couldn't figure out. They kept bringing one hand to their faces and sticking their fingers into their mouths. What could be going on? Then it occurred to me that they were licking their fingers clean of the sperm collected in that paper cup! In more than 15 years of going to Dr. Wendy's, I never imagined she could be so sluttish. It was just then the nurse looked out the window, spotted me staring at her and lifted the paper cup in salute. Damn, next Tuesday couldn't come soon enough! My Doctor And I A visit to the gynecologist is not most women's idea of a great time. For some of my friends, those trips are a source of anxiety and fear. Donning a paper dress and being poked and prodded with various instruments can be a real bummer - unless the man doing the poking and prodding is absolutely gorgeous. I'm lucky enough to have such a doctor. I've always been a sucker for Italian men, and he's the epitome of the type: thick black hair, deep brown eyes, athletic body. My first gynecologist, a sweet old woman who'd taken care of me since I hit puberty, retired two years ago. She recommended that I transfer my care to Dr. Santino, a man who had worked under her. From my first visit, I found myself unable to stop thinking about what it would be like for him to handle parts of me with the delicacy with which he held his stethoscope against my chest. He asked me questions while reviewing my charts, and listened to me patiently, his eyes locking with mine for so long it made me shudder. I wanted to believe that he felt it, too - that he was as drawn to me as I was to him - but to him I was probably just another patient. Or so I thought... "That's a lovely dress," was the first thing he said to me that day. I shrugged off the compliment with some deprecating remark ("This old thing?"), even though I'd spent all weekend searching the malls for the perfect outfit for seduction. The dress I settled on was a clingy affair, high cut here and low cut there. Though I knew he'd notice (he was always quick and generous with the compliments), I didn't expect his eyes to slide down me the way they did. As I turned to take a seat on the examination table, I could see his reflection in the mirror over the sink as he stared lustily at my ass and legs. I flushed, and I could feel myself moistening. Just that one look from him would have been enough to satisfy me. Then he handed me the paper gown and said, "Cathy [his nurse] had to leave early on personal business. If you like, we can postpone the examination..." "Oh, no. That's okay - I took time off work to be here, and I'd rather get it all over with." I laughed, then smiled teasingly. He smiled shyly; now it was his turn to blush... He returned to the room armed with a tray of swabs and vials and looking unbearably sexy in his white coat. My pulse quickened when his hands slid beneath the paper gown and found first on breast, then the other. It was the best breast exam a doctor has ever given me; he cupped them, then squeezed gently yet firmly, pulling lightly at my hard nipples as I suppressed a moan. Asking me to lay down, he lifted the gown over my stomach and rubbed my torso in search of abnormalities. ("Nothing wrong here", he said huskily.) Then he sat at the end of the table and took first my left then my right foot in his hands, caressing each gently, then softly placing it into a stirrup. I was so aroused I thought I would faint. I felt him place a finger in me. "Does this hurt?" he inquired, a teasing quality to his voice. With the gown over my knees, I couldn't see his face at all and had no idea of what he had planned. "Oh, not at all," I answered with just enough flirtation in my voice to keep him guessing. "How about this?" he asked, pulling his finger out halfway and slipping another in alongside it. I suppressed a moan. "That's fine," I answered, and I could hear him chuckle - the arousal in my voice must have been pretty obvious. He continued to finger me, and then I felt something exquisite on my clit. It took me a second to realize it was his tongue! Then I could hold it in no longer; I moaned and arched my back as he finger-fucked me and licked me at the same time. Soon I was near coming, and barely noticed when he stood up (without ceasing the motion of his fingers), lifted my gown over my neck, and fondled my breasts and stomach with his other hand. "Oh, yes," he sighed, squeezing my tit lustfully. He bent down and sucked one breast, then the other, fondling them at the same time. He looked into my eyes, almost asking permission. I knew what he wanted, and I spread my knees even wider to let him know he could have it. With his free hand, he unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling out a very nicely sized and extremely hard erection. He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and rubbed the tip of his penis over my slick, wet lips. Every molecule in my body wanted him inside me; I moaned and stared into his eyes, willing him to do it. He obliged, sliding his penis into me so quickly and with such force that we both gasped. My feet curled in the stirrups. His hands found my breasts and squeezed them while he pounded me with everything he had. Suddenly, I came with such force I thought I was going to fly off the table. I stopped him. He looked at me questioningly, a little fearfully, as if afraid I'd suddenly changed my mind. I slid down the table until I was eye-level with his cock. I grabbed his hardness and stroked it, then pulled it between my full breasts. He groaned, reaching down to help me squeeze my tits around his cock as he fucked them. Then I slid further down, and took him in my mouth. "Oh God," he moaned. Then he looked down at me and asked sexily, "Can I come on your breasts?" I smiled in response, and slid his cock in and out of my mouth, tonguing him while I fondled his balls. Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth. I moved up a little, then pulled his cock between my breasts as he came like a rocket. His come shot all over my breasts as I rubbed him against them. The sight of my come-sticky breasts must have been amazing for him, because looking down at them made him groan and he spurted a fresh squirt between my tits. We cleaned up without comment. I think he was a little worried after the fact; after all, sex on the examination table isn't exactly included in the Hippocratic Oath. When we were dressed, he asked me, "So, what now?" "Now?" I repeated. I stood up, pulled one of my business cards out of my wallet, and slipped it into his hands. "Now you call me. When your out of the office. And we get together." He smiled. "Sounds like a plan." He touched my cheek and gently kissed my mouth. Sure enough, he called me later that night. We had a wonderful dinner the following night, and an even better dessert... He and I are incredible together. However, no matter how hard we try (and try and try...), nothing can match the passion of that first "examination". My Doctor & My Maid Chapter 1: Office Visit "Excuse me, ... I..." I stumbled over my words, disconcerted by the woman sitting in front of me. "I was looking for Dr. Rodiguez." "You found her," she said with a grin that was almost a smirk. "I'm Dr. Carmen Rodiguez. Perhaps you were expecting a man, no? But as you can see, I am a woman." That I could see. Indeed! A large and very well built woman, 'stacked like a brick shit house' I would have said in college days. A large expanse of Dr. Rodiguez's ample brown bosom revealed by a very low-cut smock confirmed it. The smock that barely extended below her crotch showed a long stretch of smooth dark skin that offered even more dazzling proof. "Please make yourself comfortable," Dr. Rodiguez said, startling me. I realized I had been gaping. The low couch she indicated was comfortable, but I was not. As I sat down, I found I had an unimpeded view up between Dr. Rodiguez's legs. "So, you told my nurse you are suffering from headaches. For how long?" The first few questions were perfunctory, but I was shocked by what came next. "Now I am going to ask you some personal questions," she said and gazed deeply into my eyes. "You can have no secrets from your doctor." "Well, within reason," I replied stiffly. Her grin was condescending, not wholly professional. "Oh, Robert, you are going to answer my questions, whether you want to or not." "I don't think I like your attitude, doctor. And don't call me Robert." "Oh, my," she cooed, "I think it's YOUR attitude that is in the way, but I'm going to change it," she smiled in reply. "What are you doing?" I asked in horror as Dr. Rodiguez opened yet another button of her smock and revealed what I had suspected. No bra. "Showing you my pretty titties, of course. You have been trying to peek at them all the while we talked. I guess you like girls with big boobs, eh?. Well, go ahead and take a nice long look. Letting these babies work on you should make you a lot more cooperative." I was starting to feel strange before I noticed the small locket that Dr. Rodiguez was dangling between her large creamy breasts, flashing rhythmically. I tried to look away, but my eyes were fixed. "You like looking at my titties, Mr. Black. Just keep looking. They are so soft and warm, just like you feel, soft and warm inside. Now, you are going to tell me what I want to know." I didn't want to, but somehow I knew I would. "How often do you have sexual intercourse?" "Huh?" I asked dreamily. "You know what I mean," she grinned, "how often do you get laid?" "Uh, dunno, almost every weekend," mumbled. "Almost? Weekend?" she replied incredulously. "Do you mean that most nights you sleep alone, without a woman in your bed to satisfy you? That must be very hard. You are a man that needs lots of sex. You are really horny all the time, aren't you?" "Yeah, I guess," I heard myself admit. I had never thought of myself that way, but when Dr. Rodiguez looked deep into my eyes and said I was, I knew it was true. "How do you manage?" "What?" I was distracted. "How do you satisfy your extraordinary strong sexual cravings? Did I have extraordinary strong sexual cravings? "Oh, I pick up girls here and there. There are several I call. It usually works out." It was hard to remember, to think. "That's not good enough for a man with your needs," she concluded. "And all the other nights?" she grinned. I felt compelled to speak, but embarrassment held my tongue. Carmen looked at me with amusement. "Oh, you don't have to say it if you don't want to, Robert. I know what you do. All naughty boys do it if they don't have a regular woman in their bed, a woman who knows just what turns you on, who screws you silly even before you know you need it. You get yourself off with your hand don't you?" Blushing furiously, I wanted to deny it, but there were Dr. Rodiguez's eyes on me. "Yes," is whispered. "Of course you do, Robert. I don't blame you, but it's so unnecessary. You have a housekeeper don't you?" "My housekeeper?" I thought foggily. Maria, the woman I had hired a few weeks ago? "Yes." I said. "She's very petty, isn't she?" "Yes," I had to agree. "So tell me why you allow yourself to suffer those intense cravings for sex. She should be in you bed every night." "I can't sleep with my housekeeper!" I replied, the shock jarring me slightly out of the peaceful fog I was in. "Impossible! That hot little bitch loves to screw. Don't tell me she is refusing to fuck you!" Something was wrong. Dr. Rodriguez seemed to know about Maria. I started to smell a rat and my head was starting to clear. "On the contrary, Dr. Rodriguez. There is nothing she wants more. She has done every thing she can to get me into bed. She wears tantalizing mini-skirts, skin-tight short shorts, translucent blouses with out bra to show off her titties. She wiggles her ass and bounces her boobies for me shamelessly. Sometimes it's all I can do to keep my hands off of her." "So why do you?" "I don't believe in mixing business with pleasure. I think she may be after something more than a good lay." "Of course she is," Carmen laughed. "Probably wants a promotion from housekeeper to homemaker, the little vixen. Women seldom want to fuck guys JUST for the sex, even ones like you." She gave me a hot, appraising look. "Well, your problem is pretty obvious. You are not getting enough really good sex. A series of one-night stands can't satisfy your appetites. You need to be in a woman every night, letting her get you off several times. Did you have a nice roll in the hay this morning before you came here?" "Of course not," I replied. "I thought not. That would explain your reactions now." "What reaction?" "You are becoming sexually aroused. Seems looking at my titties has done something to you. I'd better examine you to confirm my diagnosis." She was right. My eyes had wandered back to her breasts and I was rock hard. "You want me to disrobe?" I felt so confused. "That won't be necessary, Carmen laughed. "Believe me, I know how to get a horny young man out of his pants." Then she was standing in front of me, beginning to open my shirt and loosen my belt. I felt helpless to stop her. "Now, let me unzip you." As she bent down her large succulent breasts were just inches from my eyes "Oh, you have nice swelling there where a woman likes to see one. You are really big here, Bobby," she continued, massaging my prick through my shorts. "This must account for your success with the girls. They see the size of that bulge and their panties start getting wet. Mine sure are. I'm going to pull down your shorts to get a better look at you. I think you will be more comfortable lying down." I looked around nervously for an examination table. She must have read my thoughts. "This is a special examination Bobby; come with me. I want you to be VERY comfortable." She led me to an adjoining room with a low, hospital like bed and smiled at me. Her eyes seemed to be giving an order. Meekly, I lay down. "Very good, Bobby. Now, you must not speak again except to answer my questions," she said and began stroking my prick. "This is your problem, Bobby, your cock." I didn't understand, but she had forbidden me to speak. Her hand on my cock felt too good, anyway. I gazed up at her smiling eyes. "You have a long thick cock, a cock that would please any woman. When a cock like yours goes into a woman it must arouse her profoundly. She must start cumming as soon as this beautiful tool penetrates her. A woman when filled with a prick like yours, just go off her nut too quickly. You bring her to a series of orgasms as you pound away at her. When you finally unload your balls into her, it's 'good night sweetheart.' She passes out in ecstasy. She can't do anything for you because she's still knocked out. Am I correct?" "Yes," I replied dreamily. "You're missing the long slow build up to orgasm with a woman setting the pace, making you gradually want it more and more until you are crazy to fuck. I'll bet you have never known how good it feels for a woman to fuck you from on top." I shook my head in agreement. "You don't know the pleasure of being in the sexual thrall of a woman." "No," I agreed. This was totally wrong. I didn't want to be in the sexual power of a woman. But then why was I enjoying what Carmen was doing to me? "But you need to know. That explains your headaches." Headaches! It was Maria who had been pestering me to see a doctor about my headaches, Maria who had set up this appointment with Dr. Rodriguez. But that meant... Carmen's breathy voice interrupted my thoughts. "The headaches are a symptom of your unsatisfied craving for sexual domination. I prescribe therapy beginning immediately." "No, no. I don't need ..." I tried to protest, but Dr. Rodiguez put her finger to her lips to silence me and continued to stroke my prick deliciously. "Don't argue with your doctor." she ordered, smiling. "I know what's good for you, poor baby, and I am going to doctor you good. You need sex badly and I'm going to give you a big dose of medicine that will give you instant relief," she growled lustfully. I was so far gone I hardly knew when Dr. Rodiguez finished undressing me and shucked her own smock, but suddenly the voluptuous woman was in my arms. "Now you must get me ready to make love to you, Bobby. It is important that your sex therapist be properly aroused so she can give you the treatment you deserve. Kiss me," she whispered, offering me her large round breasts. "I want you to suck my tits good. Take my nipples in your mouth, honey. Umm ... Like that. ... Nice. Yes, I can feel it. ... Sucking my titties is getting me wet, Bobby. My cunt is going to be nice and juicy so she can slide down over your prick very easily.... Good.... I'm getting the urge to have your big cock in me, the urge to fuck you." I could only grunt. "And nursing me is getting you so ready, too, isn't is Bobby. My tits make you happy and relaxed, dreamy and docile." Her voice seemed to come from far away. "You like sucking my tits, don't you, Bobby? Nursing my big soft titties makes you weak and sleepy and helpless as a baby, ready to accept sweet domination." Her words poured over me like warm honey. "Yes," she said after a few minutes, "I think you've had enough preparation, sweetie." I opened my eyes. Had nursing her wonderful breasts put me to sleep? She was smiling at me and began to mount me "You are going to love what I do to you Bobby. Let me guide your prick up into me. Yes, it's sliding deep into my cunt, just where I want you." I moaned helplessly as her full weight settled on my hips. "Close your eyes, Baby. I'm going to take you for a short sleepy ride. I'll rock back and forth on your prick, making you feel so good, ... so sleepy. I'm going to rock you to sleep.... Fuck you to sleep...." An orgasm overcame me and I passed out. Chapter 2: Confrontation: When I awoke I realized I was not in Dr Rodriquez's office. The room looked like an ordinary bedroom of a residence. I thought I could hear voices from somewhere, perhaps a downstairs. One voice was that of Carmen Rodriquez. The other one was familiar, but... "Is he still out?" the unidentified voice asked. "I'm afraid so, honey. I gave him quite a workout. You're going to love him. He's as big as you guessed and he has the stamina of a horse. After putting him under with a fuck in the office I gave him something to keep him happy and dreamy while I brought bring him back here. I fed him a big plate of pasta to keep up his strength, had plenty of Gatorade by the bed, and went to work on him. I got him to fuck me three times last night and once early this morning." Carmen was gloating. "Four times? Was that necessary?" The other woman sounded jealous. "Maybe not, honey, although each time I put him under a little deeper. Remember, though, I'm doing this for you "pro bono," well "pro boner" in this case," the doctor giggled. "I charge most women thousands of dollars to give them the docile, horny man they've dreamed about." "I know and I am truly grateful. I've wanted him so bad ever since I started work for him, but I couldn't get him into bed no matter what I did." "I understand you perfectly. I thought you were exaggerating, just infatuated, but he really is a hunk. I've never enjoyed a 'patient' more. And I did a sperm count. He's loaded. You'll be knocked up in no time, honey." The other woman giggled nervously. "But you're sure it will keep working?" "Always, honey. As soon as a man realizes that he can get all the sex he wants by being a woman's little fuck toy and that's the ONLY way he can get it, he's hooked." "DOES he realize it?" "Well, his male ego has just received a pretty hard blow. He was seduced and totally dominated by a woman for the first time in his life yesterday and, although he wouldn't admit it, he loved it. That should have him off balance. You have to make sure he stays that way by keeping him so well fucked his normal male-dominant reactions don't have a chance to surface. That's where those other things I told you come in." "You mean the drops to put in his water?" "Yes. They had him in a nice receptive mood for me yesterday. His libido was cranked up and he was perfectly vulnerable to suggestion. I hardly needed the locket. Make sure you don't give them to him when he's about to go off to work, though, or some other woman may scarf him up." "My Robert? Not on your life," she replied fiercely. I could tell they were talking about me as if I were the second woman's chattel. She even intended to use me to make her pregnant! It was outrageous -- and a little frightening, as I found myself aroused by the thought. Still, this was too much. I looked around for my clothes but could only find one of those hospital-type smocks. Putting it on, I went to confront them. As I descended the stairs trying to make as little noise as possible the livingroom came into view. Nearer the stairs was the unknown woman with her back to me. Carmen was seated farther away facing the stairs obliquely. The hem of her frilly yellow sundress stopped well above the knee and the 4' pumps she wore matched the dress. The neckline was low and displayed plenty of her large brown breasts. Her leg was crossed revealing acres of the soft skin of her thigh. I stopped in my tracks to take in how sexy she was. As I gaped Carmen spotted me. "Good afternoon, Bobby. 'Hablar del Rey de Roma y el se asoma,'" ** she smiled. "Sleep well?" At her voice the other woman turned. I was Maria! Suddenly everything became clear. Carmen had probably given Maria something to put in my food to cause the headaches in the first place. The visit she arranged to Carmen's office was just a set up for her to seduce and do who knows what else to me. Now I was to be turned over to my twenty-year old housekeeper to be her plaything. "I heard you talking, Dr. Rodriguez. I know what you and Maria have planned and I'm not going to let you get away with it!" "Oh?" she turned to Maria with an amused look before returning her gaze to me. Maria looked more uncertain. "An just what part of having Maria take you to her bed every night, giving you all the sex you want do you not like?" Maria giggled. "The, er, domination. Being her ..." I stumbled in embarrassment, 'sex toy.'" "You mean that you would like NOT being able to turn down her offer of sex?" I think there was some silent signal between them. "Not being able to take your eyes off of Maria's pretty titties when she opens her frilly white blouse." Maria was slowly unbuttoning her blouse. My god! She wasn't wearing a bra. "And let you have a good look long look?" Carmen had come to my side now as my eyes were fastened on Maria's pert breasts with large erect nipples. Was she aroused? I blinked several times trying to recover my thoughts, my indignation. "I'm not sure I believe you, Bobby. You cant seem to keep from staring at Maria's breasts, even though you know she's trying to seduce you. I don't think you can resist her. I believe having a curvy, hot little number like Maria running your sex life, making you fuck her when and as often as she likes, arouses you profoundly." "No, I don't want that, I..." Carmen's hand had found my cock through the flimsy garment and begun to fondle me. I was still staring at Maria who had continued to strip. She was stepping out her skirt, puddled on the floor, and was hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. "If you don't like havin Maria seduce you, why are you so hard, Bobby? Why don't you make her stop? Is it because you can't? Your prick is telling me you need sex. Are you really sure you would not like Maria to take you to bed and give you a long leisurely fuck?" Maria was totally naked now except for her stockings and heels standing directly before me? "NO," I said, summoning all my will power. "Then prove it," Carmen challenged, smiling. "Huh?" "Prove to her that you don't want Maria to fuck you by giving her a kiss." Carmen reached forward and ran her fingers into Maria's abundant bush. "There." I shook my head at the implications. Grinning, Carmen withdrew her fingers and rubbed them on my lips. The rank, wet smell was overpowering. "Do it, Bobby. Taste Maria's juicy pussy and tell me your don't want her." Her hand was on my shoulder pressing down. Slowly I dropped to my knees and looked up at Maria. She was smiling broadly now as she guided my head to Maria's sex. I hesitated only a moment before I plunged in. I knew then I was lost. I had entered a new world, a world of salty taste and powerful aroma. I clung to Maria's perfect little bottom and kissed and licked her pussy enthusiastically, drinking of her flowing, intoxicating juices. Time had no meaning in that world. I could hear Carmen's voice. "Yes Bobby, this is where you belong -- on your knees, worshiping at your Mistress's temple. You are hers, now, Bobby. Let her drug you with her essence. You are addicted to her sweet self; you can never get enough. Soon she will teach you her pleasure, but for now to yield is enough." "Yield" is too active a verb to describe what was happening to me. It was like the slow deflation of a balloon; my resistance seeping away. I could not give her what I no longer owned. My consciousness floated away on a pink cloud of pleasure. When next I was aware, I was in bed again. Maria was aboard my cock looking down at me, her eyes shining. I sensed that Carmen had left us alone. "Thank you, Roberto. Thank you for giving yourself to me this far. I'll not let you regret it." I certainly was not regretting it at that moment, her warm, pussy holding me in its tight wet grip as she moved up and down on me. "I'll always be a loving mistress, mi amor, demanding nothing but your love and loyalty in return. You will learn to please me and I will learn to please you. Will you submit to me as your Mistress?" I could d nothing but nod. "Yes? Oh, I'm so happy darling." In her excitement she began fucking me faster bringing me nearer and nearer to orgasm. "Then seal it, my love. Give yourself to me completely, mind and body. Give me your come, love. Come for me! Come!" My body reacted to her command with an incredibly powerful orgasm and. It began in my groin and traveled outward. I began to spasm into her, yielding up my jism to her pussy's demands as I sobbed, "Maria, Maria." I felt her shudder as well. For an eternity we grasped each other as our bodies fused. When my orgasm was spent I opened my eyes to see her smiling down at me. Then she leaned down and kissed me and I was instantly asleep. Chapter 3: Happily Ever After Well it has been some years since I woke up in Maria's arms that first morning and things have worked out beautifully. As planned, she was successful in getting me to make her pregnant within a few weeks of my taking her home (her taking me home?). How could it have been otherwise? She had stopped taking her pills as soon as she started working for me, intending from the beginning to share me bed. And as Dr. Rodriguez had said, she was hot, fucking me at least three times a day. She almost died of happiness when the paper turned pink. With dozens of relatives having to come from South America, we didn't succeed in organizing the wedding in time to prevent a few titers at the very suspicious little bulge in her virginal white wedding dress. My Doctor & My Maid Of course Maria was surprised, although not as much as Carmen herself was, when we found out that Carmen was pregnant, too and several weeks a head of Maria. "I guess I was so excited about seducing him for you, honey, that I forgot to put a condom on him one time that night. Or maybe it was just a tic of my biological clock," Carmen grinned. Anyway, I was the happiest guy around, knowing that two beautiful women's pants were starting to get tight with my babies. It was a wonderful wedding and very fruitful. Several of Carmen's friends thought she was so sexy with a pregnant belly that they asked her to help them seduce some of my buddies and in no time they were beginning to show as well. After Carmen's Antonio and Maria's little Jennifer (for Lopez, not Anniston) were born, my women went into a huddle and decided that rearing their children together would make it easier to ensure both grew up bilingual. Maria and I pooled our money with Carmen's (mainly hers) to buy a big house on the outskirts of town with a downstairs from which Carmen could continue to practice. When I asked why it was so large, the women just smiled. One night soon after we moved to the house I was lovingly eating Maria's still tender pussy. Jennifer had nursed and was asleep in her crib (an absolute angel, only cried at night if she was sick). It was a perfect moment. I was bringing Maria down gently from her third orgasm, looking forward to her falling asleep in my arms with her head on my chest, when I heard a noise. Looking up I saw Carmen there smiling at us. I was shocked, but Maria seemed not to be surprised at all. "Mind if I borrow Robert for the rest of the night; it sounds like you've already got pretty good mileage out of him," she grinned. I was about to tell her to get the hell out when Maria said, "Por supuesto! Are you sure it's the right time?" "Pretty sure, but maybe I should take him for the rest of the week to make certain." Both women laughed. Whatever they were talking about I didn't like it and I was going to say so, but Carmen just gave me a really intense smile. Suddenly I realized she was naked except for her trademark high heels. Beckoning with her finger she turned and headed for her room, leaving me to recall for the first time in a long while that both these women had some sort of power over me. When I walked into her room she was standing by the crib looking down at her, at our son. "He's so beautiful, Roberto," she said to me without taking her eyes off him. "Thank you." "Well, I really didn't ..." my words were interrupted by her soft kiss. Without intending it, I was holding her close, her nakedness against my own unclothed body. Of course I was already horny from spending an hour between the sexy legs of my wife and Carmen had little trouble guiding my hardon to her pussy as we stood and kissed. But not for long. "Ummm, nice, but let's get in bed. I like to be comfortable when I'm getting fucked." "But ... Maria ..." I protested. "Your wife can't enjoy this yet," Carmen smiled, pushing me back onto the bed and positioning my cock at the moist entrance to her pussy, "but I can." Her pussy enveloped me. "Oh, yes, baby," she moaned as she slid her pussy all the way down onto my raging cock. "It'll be several weeks before Maria can make you another baby. I'm ready now, stud." "A ... b-b-baby" I looked up in horror at her determined smile. "Of course, a baby," she grinned. "What else happens to a woman who plans carefully the best day to fuck a guy proven not to shoot blanks?" She grinned as she rode me slowly, taunting me. "Did you think after seeing little Antonio I would want to stop at one, baby?" The exquisite friction of her warm wet sex on my cock and her obscene plans for me were getting me close to climax. "Oh, Oh! What do I feel? Is that naughty prick of yours getting even harder Roberto? Does thinking about knocking up your wife's best friend make you want to shoot your jism into me?" she giggled. "Imagine Maria being around me everyday, knowing that I got my big pregnant belly from her very own husband who just couldn't hold back his orgasm. Is that what you want, seeing me waddle around the house with my tummy full of another one of your babies?" The knot in my throat made speech impossible. She was really enjoying teasing me, knowing I couldn't hold out much longer. "Better be careful, honey! Even a little leak from that big baby-maker of yours and my little pussy would be done for. Just imagine what would happen if my fertile womb were to be flooded with a load of your hot cum. Why my pants would start getting tight and all my girlfriends would figure it out. 'Did you let your Maria's husband make you pregnant AGAIN. What's wrong with you girl?' they'll ask. 'Maybe that first time wasn't an accident after all. Maybe you just found a stud who gets you so horny, you WANT to have his babies.'" I was groaning; Carmen was getting pretty carried away herself by now and started chanting as her orgasm approached, "A baby ... a baby," she panted, "a babeeeeeeeeey! She threw herself down hard on my prick, ground her pussy against my pubic bone, and shuddered. Her cunt clinched down on my prick and I came as hard as I ever have. I could feel jet after jet of cum blast into her recesses and she twitched in post-orgasmic shock with each blast. Then she just collapsed onto me. I rolled us to our sides and gathered her into my arms. She was breathing hard and -- sobbing. "I want this baby so much, Robert. Give me this baby. Give me your baby ... please." I just held her and nuzzled her neck. As much as I adored Maria, at this moment, I could not love Carmen less. She had given me the most wonderful present a woman can give a man, the desire for his child. I stroked her hair and kissed her, calming her after the cataclysmic climax that had drained her. Although she was almost as tall as I am, I cuddled her like a child and reassured her with sincere, meaningless words. "Yes, Carmen, I'll give you a baby. You can have my babies -- always." Her eyes were closed and she looked sleep, but she schoonched a little closer and sighed. We made love the next morning and almost daily from them on. Soon enough Maria joined in, wanting more than just my daily worship of her with my mouth. Nevertheless Carmen was convinced that little Consuelo was conceived that first marvelous night. Again, Carmen was more than a month along before Maria got pregnant with Robertito. Now maybe you think I'm going to tell you that both these two intelligent, beautiful, and sexy women continued to give me babies every year, but that's not exactly what happened. After Robertito was born, Carmen decided that Maria should go to university. She eventually got a law degree and today she is a top-notch attorney. During this time Maria only had three more babies, all "accidents," she claims. The twins were the result of celebrating her graduation Magna Cum Laude so we named them Magdalena and Laura. Barbara was conceived the night she passed the bar. Carmen, on the other hand, continued to give me a new little one each year, Alejandro, Amparo, Benjamin, Rebeca, Susana, Estevan. Being pregnant was no impediment to her practice; indeed it was a kind of testimony to the efficacy of her "treatments. I was proof that she had a man several years her junior so totally in lust with her, he made her pregnant again and again. Fortunately I love kids and I am quite good at taking care of them, whether it's changing diapers (I've never go out of practice ), kissing boo boos, shuttling toddlers, pre- and elementary-school kids around in the SUV, or teaching Jennifer the fine points of fielding a pop-up fly. I quit my job years ago; Carmen and now Maria make more than enough money to support our brood. Carmen is pregnant again, but she's told me she's afraid this may her last baby as she's nearing fifty. I could see the nostalgia and sad question in her eyes -- would I still find her attractive when ... She needn't worry. I intend to make love to Carmen when she's a great grandmother. Her beauty and my love for her can only grow. Now that Maria is settled into a lucrative practice -- a small firm specializing in cases of discrimination against women -- she intends to play catch-up with Carmen. Carmen agrees that I should spend most nights with Maria until her next pregnancy is confirmed. Then they go back to sharing me equally. Having started younger than her friend, and already having four, there is no doubt Maria will eventually surpass Carmen's eight (maybe nine if she's wrong about the "change of life"); Maria's mother had twelve. I couldn't be happier married to one and living in loving sin with another of the two most wonderful women I could dream of. And just as they planned, all our children speak both English and Spanish, perfecto. THE END Comments, please, to: Homer Vargas ** "Speak of the devil and he will appear." Literally, "Speak of the King of Rome, and he will draw near."