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Just What The Doctor Ordered

By: shempus erectus



Tina and Doug looked like the ideal couple. A petite, cute, good looking woman and a tall muscular man, they have been married for four years and each was twenty-nine. As attractive as they were, their sex seemed to fizzle out. There were no extramarital affairs or anything. They loved each other very much. It was just that sex had become rote, almost programmed, boring. The sex hadn't been bad -- Tina was passionate and Doug's stamina was such that he could go and go and not cum for a good long time. But they wanted the fire back. They each wanted the other to feel satisfied and pleasured during their sex.

This is why they found themselves in the waiting room of sex therapist Dr. Ingrid Janssen. It was a reluctant decision on Tina and Doug's part to see a sex therapist, but they eventually thought they'd give it a try. They sat waiting nervously, not knowing quite what to expect. They figured they would have to discuss intimate details about their sex life and felt embarrassed at the thought. However, it would be a small sacrifice in order to find their sexual passion once more.

It was 10 am. Doug and Tina looked around and noticed they were the only people in the waiting room. Doug asked the receptionist, Tori, if this was usually a busy office and Tori told them that they were the only appointment that day. The couple looked at each other, puzzled. They were also a bit puzzled as to why Tori had to 'buzz' them in when they entered, rather than just being able to open the door themselves. 

A few minutes passed and then Tori got up and ushered them into the doctor's office and left them there. The couple found themselves in a room with dark décor and lights that could have been a bit brighter. They sat in two chairs in front of the desk. There was a bar on one side of the room and on the other, a big black leather couch that was folded out like a king sized sofa bed; only it did not have a mattress, but an extension of the black leather seat cushions. There was some track lighting over the couch. Against the far wall were a giant TV and a cabinet with stacks of videotapes. Doug and Tina wondered what they had gotten themselves into.

About 5 minutes later, Dr. Ingrid Janssen entered the room. She made quite an impression. She definitely had Scandinavian looks. She was statuesque, about as tall as Doug, with straight natural light blond hair, pulled back tightly with a clip at the back of her head, nicely shaped dark green eyes, thin nose and fine chin. Her hair did not have any streaks; it was all one color. She had such a beautifully feminine face. She was not skinny, but shapely, and in all the right places. She was a perfect thirty-two year old hourglass with natural 36 DDs, a gorgeous behind and sculpted legs. Her skin was smooth and slightly tanned with no imperfections. Ingrid wore a white button down blouse and black knee length skirt with no stockings and black pumps. She wore eyeglasses with light blue frames, the large kind, but not overpowering at all. They matched her face perfectly. There was nothing smutty about her; she was very sophisticated and well groomed. She carried a clipboard and pen.

Ingrid greeted them both with a handshake, offered them a drink, which they both politely declined and sat behind the desk. She made them feel very comfortable with her soothing voice and told them not to be afraid to open up. Everything would be held in the strictest confidence. Ingrid put them very much at ease. Tina and Doug began to feel like they had known her for years. They related their dilemma while Ingrid listened intently. They did not get very specific with regard to their sexual activity, and expected Ingrid to draw some more out of them, but Ingrid kept listening, smiling, asking a few non-intrusive questions, jotting down notes and nodding. 

'OK, why don't we move over to the couch where we can get more comfortable and see if we can apply the right therapy to get your situation corrected', Ingrid said as she rose from her chair and walked to the couch, sitting down on the edge of the huge leather surface and motioning for Tina to sit next to her and Doug next to Tina.

'Are we going to watch a movie?' Doug asked.

'Sometimes watching a movie is suggested as therapy for certain cases, but in my professional opinion, your case requires the interactive approach, which is what I am recommending,' Ingrid answered. 'Now try and relax. You can help yourselves to a drink if you wish. I want you to show me how you normally begin your sex routine. Remember, I'm your therapist. You can do anything you would normally do. I also will be your interactive surrogate, sort of a participating observer. Feel free to do with me as you would do with one another. Think of me as a stimulant of your interest.'

Doug and Tina looked at Ingrid, then at each other quizzically. They felt reluctant to continue. They spoke low to each other for a minute or two, and then agreed that it would be best for them to continue with this therapy, for the sake of their sexual relationship. Besides, Ingrid had made them feel so welcome. Doug and Tina got up, walked to the bar, poured themselves a shot of grappa each, slammed it back and sat back down on the couch in the same positions. Ingrid sat waiting patiently and did not say a word. 

As the hard liquor burned through their insides, they relaxed a bit. Smiling at one another, they began to kiss. One thing they did not notice in the room was the two-way mirror next to the TV screen. On the other side of the mirror was a small room housing a video camera on a tripod and a stool behind the camera. Tori had entered the booth through a door from the reception area just after Doug and Tina were brought to the room. Tori was now videotaping the scene that was about to unfold before her. She was an A-V major in college, so she had experience with panning and zooming, etc. There were microphones planted in the buttons of the seat back of the couch. Dr. Ingrid instructed Tori to videotape every session, which would explain the vast amount of tapes in the cabinet next to the giant TV.

Tina was becoming a bit giddy from the liquor and really started getting into the situation. She kissed Doug harder now. He moved down her neck and pushed her onto her back. He pushed her sundress up and kissed her thighs. He noticed a wet spot forming on Tina's panty crotch. His tongue flicked around the material. He pushed the panty crotch to one side and began tonguing her pussy lips. 

Unbeknownst to the loving pair, Ingrid had begun squirming. Sitting right next to them, her hands were rubbing the tops and insides of her bare thighs, hiking her skirt up while watching the two lovers. Her palms moved up her stomach and reached her bountiful breasts, which she kneaded once, then slid her hands back down to her thighs. The index fingers of both her hands reached in and found her pussy and she slowly caressed herself there.

Doug slid Tina's panties off. He blew his warm breath through her light brown fur. His lips opened wide and closed around her wet pussy lips, sucking as he kissed them and repeated the process. 'Mmmmm' Tina moaned. 

Ingrid was really heating up. She was fondling her tits through her blouse and bra; the outline of her protruding nipples could now be seen. She began unbuttoning her white blouse. Tina looked over and saw this. She put her hand on Ingrid's left breast and squeezed gently. Doug saw Tina's hand reach over and just now realized Ingrid's condition. He stopped his work on Tina, and he and Tina sat on either side of Ingrid and assisted her in unbuttoning and taking off her blouse. They then unhooked the front clasp and removed Ingrid's bra. Her incredible full mounds seemed to spring forth, freed from their imprisonment. Doug and Tina each took one in their hands and kneaded Ingrid's tits. They were so firm and plentiful. Her large pinkish/tan nipples were popped way out. To Ingrid's delight, Doug and Tina started sucking her tits. 'Oh yes!' she whispered. Their tongues and lips voraciously rolled and sucked those luscious nipples, with plenty of room left for their hands and fingers to massage those orbs. Dr. Ingrid was rubbing her hands on their backs, thoroughly enjoying having her tits doubly sucked by her patients.

Also enjoying herself was Tori. She had one hand on the camera controls and the other under her bra pulling her nipples while her tongue was licking her lips. She desperately fought off the urge to let out a moan, lest she give herself away. Her eyes were glued to the thoroughly erotic scene before her.

Tina and Doug's hands began to wander over Ingrid's goddess-like body. Their lips moved alternately to Ingrid's mouth, kissing her deeply and passionately, then back to her saliva slicked breasts, rolling their tongues around and over her wet erect nipples. Their hands stroked down Ingrid's flat abdomen and glided over her silky smooth thighs and calves. Ingrid was breathing slowly and deeply through her mouth, every now and then whispering 'Ohhh'. The sensation of soft lips, wet tongues and warm hands on her naked skin felt absolutely dreamy. She was completely helpless and at their mercy.

After getting well acquainted with Ingrid's upper body, Doug and Tina saw the look on Ingrid's face. She was boiling-hot with desire and needed something more. All three got up and the married couple took their clothes off, Tina becoming completely nude and Doug stripping down to his boxers. Tina reached behind Ingrid and removed her skirt. Ingrid was wearing white panties, the kinds that ride high over the sides of the hips. The wet crotch gave away her excited state. Tina slipped her fingers behind the portions that rode over the hips and peeled the back of Ingrid's panties down below her ass cheeks. She had Ingrid lie down on her back and slid her panties down her mile-long legs, over her shoes and off. Ingrid's black pumps stayed on her feet, and would remain there throughout this sexual symphony. A subtle tan line was visible. Her legs were now bent at the knees and Tina gently separated them while Ingrid rested back on her own elbows. A blooming flower appeared between Ingrid's thighs. Such an attractive pussy was Ingrid's; light pink lips glistening with dew resulting from the rapturous foreplay; cleanly shaven except for a patch of closely cropped blond fleece above her hood; a beautiful pink rose lying on a sandy beach.

Lowering their heads, the therapy patients took one of the doctor's legs each and meandered orally along her sumptuous thighs. Their two tongues met at the convergence of the lower extremities. They flicked the ends of their tongues together, simultaneously flicking their mentor's outer labia. Ingrid let her head fall back, closed her eyes and glided her tongue along her upper lip while exhaling. Their saliva mixed with her honey as their wet tongues lashed at her slippery lips. The therapist shifted her weight to her right elbow, lifted her left breast with her left hand and licked her own nipple.

Tori struggled to keep the camera steady as she alternated close-ups between Ingrid's shining pussy and her ecstatic face. She had been through this countless times, but this was an exceptionally erotic session. Tori had discovered early on that she took an extreme liking to voyeurism. She took great pleasure watching her boss engaged in acts of eroticism with strangers. It was getting hot inside the little hidden compartment she was in. Her pussy became wet sitting on the stool behind the camera. In fact, while the three lovers were removing their garments, Tori took the opportunity to strip down to only her thong. As she sat there probing herself she wondered what would happen next on the black leather sofa bed.

Doug stood up and took off his boxers, becoming completely nude. Ingrid stared at the most perfect eight-inch cunt penetrator she had ever seen. 'Oh, my!' she said with a breathy voice, with her wanton eyes fixed on Doug's magnificent specimen. Doug got onto the sofa bed once more, knelt down and sat on his heels facing Ingrid's face. Ingrid turned her upper body to the side toward Doug while her legs remained spread for Tina. Doug removed Ingrid's eyeglasses. Ingrid took his cock into her hand and stroked its length. Her lips met the bulbous end of his tool and she began slowly slurping it. Soon, her head began slowly bobbing up and down his shaft. Tina was still slowly and softly orally pleasuring Ingrid's cunt. Tina sank her index finger all the way into Ingrid's soaking wet hole and held it there while her tongue danced around and over Ingrid's clit. Tina could feel Ingrid squeeze her pussy around her finger, then release, then squeeze, then release. Ingrid was immensely enjoying sucking Doug's cock while having her pussy played with. Her saliva covered Doug's dick and she rubbed the wetness up and down it with her hand, and then proceeded to suck a little faster. Tina could feel Ingrid getting more excited and began finger fucking Ingrid's twat, matching the rhythm of Ingrid's mouth on Doug's cock and synchronized to her tongue on Ingrid's hard clit. Soon, Tina felt the telltale contractions around her finger as Ingrid, with Doug's cock still in her mouth, let out a long, low ecstatic groan and came. A gob of thick honey oozed slowly from Ingrid's hole as she unhurriedly bucked her hips. Tina removed her finger and placed it in her own mouth, her lips closing around her finger as she sucked off Ingrid's cum. 

Doug pulled away from Ingrid's face. He lay down on his back. Tina went over and, with her back to his face, lowered her pussy onto his mouth while sitting up. Tina called Ingrid over with her beckoning finger and invited her to straddle Doug, whose rigid penis was pointing straight up. Ingrid crawled over to them, her black pumps still on her feet. She placed one knee on either side of Doug's prone body and climbed onto him. Ingrid lowered herself onto Doug's waiting cock. She slowly impaled herself on that delicious dick, letting out a long, silent breath. When she had him all the way inside her, she said happily, 'Ohhh, this is exquisite!!' Ingrid enjoyed the feel of Doug deep inside her. She kept him in deep and began rocking her hips back and forth. Ingrid and Tina faced each other, with one riding Doug's cock and the other riding his face. Tina reached forward and put her hands on Ingrid's shoulders, pulling her closer. Tina kissed Ingrid passionately on her mouth and Ingrid responded by thrusting her tongue deep into Tina's mouth. When their embrace broke, Tina started fondling Ingrid's globes, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. Ingrid arched backward, moaning 'Hohhhhh yesssss!!' Ingrid began lifting and dropping herself up and down on Doug, fucking his cock like it was going out of style. 

Tina needed to cum badly, and Doug's tongue was seeing to that. He was tongue fucking her with increasing speed and she gyrated her pelvis as her wet pussy mashed against his mouth. Ingrid leaned forward and clutched Tina by her upper arms. Using this leverage, Ingrid moved up and down on Doug's cock like a piston engine, causing her heavy tits to bounce. Tina held onto Ingrid and rode Doug's face. The feeling in their pussies, plus the visual scene of one another fucking and nearing orgasm sent them both over the edge and they came, flooding Doug with their juices. Tina nearly fell off of Doug's face as he lapped at her cumming pussy with his tongue. Ingrid rubbed her own clit as her drenched cunt spasmed around Doug's colossal cock. 

Sitting on the cum-soaked stool, Tori began catching her breath as she thought to herself what great footage she was capturing. The scene before her was incredibly stimulating. As she witnessed Dr. Ingrid energetically screwing her patient, Tori furiously pumped her finger in and out of her own fuck hole, bringing herself to a long, blissful orgasm. She loved her job.

Doug remained hard, as he had not climaxed yet. Ingrid lifted herself off him after she regained her senses. Tina was already lying on her back catching her breath. She motioned for Ingrid to come closer. Ingrid got on her hands and knees and stopped in front of Tina. Tina made a circular motion with her finger, signaling Ingrid to do an about face. Ingrid turned around and remained on all fours. Tina sat up and grabbing Ingrid's thighs, pulled Ingrid back toward herself. Ingrid and Tina were now in a sixty-nine position. Ingrid was getting her first taste of Tina's pussy and liked it. Tina felt Ingrid's long pink tongue journey across her snatch with professional precision. Tina never had cunnilingus performed on her like this before. A woman's touch was so much different than a man's. She stared up at Ingrid's perfect cunt and returned the favor. The two women lovers were lip locked; oral to genital, that is. Ingrid gently stroked the sides of Tina's slit with her two thumbnails as she feasted with her lips and tongue.

Doug let the ladies enjoy themselves a bit, and then joined them. The sight of Ingrid's unbelievable ass and upper legs while she was in the doggy position was enough to make a man cum just by looking at her. Doug couldn't resist. He got on his knees and positioned himself behind her. He caressed her ass cheeks with his hands and looked at her striking pink pussy lips. Putting the head of his trophy against her, he plunged his cock effortlessly into her well-lubed tunnel with one long, slow thrust while holding her hips. Ingrid looked back and watched as his serpent disappeared between her ass cheeks. She enjoyed the full feeling she got as he entered her. She went back to work on Tina's twat. 

Doug began a slow withdrawal and thrust cycle, sliding nearly all the way out, and then all the way back in, and so on. Ingrid made oral sounds, muffled by Tina's pussy. Tina had the best view in the house. She started to get extremely turned on watching Doug's cock slip in and out of Ingrid's sopping wet hole. The tip of her tongue lightly brushed Ingrid's swollen clit. Getting hotter by the second, Ingrid placed her black pump-covered feet over Doug's calves. She wanted all of this man inside her. Doug slightly increased his pace. A light slapping sound could now be heard as his abdomen thumped against Ingrid's derriere. Ingrid raised her upper body a bit, resting on her elbows. Tina raised her head a little, looked toward her own pussy and saw Ingrid's breasts swaying to the rhythm of Doug's humping. Tina was in awe; a fucking cock above her, jiggling tits in front of her and an expert tongue on her pussy.

Ingrid began meeting Doug's thrusts by fucking him back, banging her ass against him. Tina knew Ingrid was getting close. She slid her index finger into Ingrid's pussy and held it in, pressing it against Ingrid's g-spot. She heard Ingrid inhale suddenly. Doug began drilling Ingrid now, fucking her hard and fast while gripping her waist with his hands. He felt Tina's finger on the underside of his cock as he fucked. The slapping sound was very loud now and Ingrid's ass cheeks shook with each pummel. Ingrid was breathing heavy and quickly. She was very near to another climax. Tina and Doug watched as Ingrid's entire body began to quiver. Even her mouth was trembling. Doug did not cease pumping for a second. About ten or fifteen seconds after her tremors began, Ingrid began bucking and gyrating her hips uncontrollably and thrashing her head around. She gave way to a massive earth-shaking orgasm, crying out 'Ooooh! oooh! oooh! AAAAHHHHHHH!! HAAAHHHH!!! AAAHHHHHHH!!! YESSSSSSSSS!!! Ohhhhhh!!!' It seemed to last the better part of a minute. Her tidal wave of cum soaked Tina's finger and Doug's cock. Doug did not stop humping until Ingrid was calm again. He pulled out and Ingrid's sap dripped down her thighs, which Tina was only too happy to lap up. While licking away, Tina's finger, which was still inside of Ingrid, fucked Ingrid's hole, causing tiny after-shocks of pleasure to ripple through Ingrid's body. 


Just What The Doctor Ordered



To this point, Doug still had not shot his load, but he wanted to, and now was as good a time as any. He got off the sofa bed and stood up. The women followed and knelt before him on the carpeted floor, facing him. He offered his rigid cock, still drenched with Ingrid's juices, to Ingrid. Placing her hands one in front of the other around his shaft, she tilted his slick cock down toward her and started pumping it with both hands. Ingrid turned her hands around his cock while simultaneously pumping the length of it. Tina brushed her cupped palm under Doug's balls, which were heavy with cum. Ingrid was proceeding so enthusiastically it seemed she would pull Doug's dick right off. The look on Doug's face told Tina he was about ready to explode. His cock suddenly seemed to swell even more. Doug clenched his teeth and started making a fucking motion with his hips. With Ingrid's hands still working their magic and Tina's still rubbing his balls, a blast of hot jism flew out of Doug's cock while he moaned loudly, splashing onto Ingrid's chest and tits. The thumb of Ingrid's top hand rubbed the underside of Doug's cock head while the other hand continued stroking. More cum shot out of his cock in hard spurts. Doug sprayed Ingrid with copious amounts of thick hot cum in a seemingly never-ending orgasm. She was covered from her neck to her navel. 

When Doug finally stopped shooting, Tina rubbed the warm white cum all over Ingrid's wonderful breasts, kneading them at the same time. Tina then lowered her head and sucked Ingrid's cum-covered tits, taking some of the cream into her mouth. Ingrid, meanwhile, was busily cleaning off Doug's softening dick, licking the end and running her closed lips up and down his shaft. Both women turned to each other and pressed their lips together in deep passionate kisses with their tongues transferring cum from one mouth to the other and back again.

If this was therapy, they didn't want to be well, Tina and Doug thought.

Tori lost count of the number of times she came in the video camera booth. She doesn't remember ever seeing Dr. Ingrid climax the way she did during this session. Nor was she sure her boss had ever been so aroused before. She didn't try to figure it out, but she also knew that she herself never got so excited filming a session before. Oh well, another day's work done.

Later that night, Tina and Doug had the most intimate and passionate sex they'd had since they were first married. Amazing what one trip to the therapist can accomplish. They both admitted to one another they enjoyed the session immensely. They joked that maybe they should fake a problem next time just to go back and enjoy Dr. Ingrid again. They enjoyed it so much they wished they had a videotape of it. Tina and Doug looked over at their camcorder lying on the end table and wondered if Dr. Ingrid made house calls. Hmmm…

Also that night, back in Dr. Ingrid's office, the video recorded earlier in the day was playing on the giant TV screen. Tori and the doctor were on the black leather sofa bed, taking turns fucking each other with strap-on dildos while the video played. Dr. Ingrid was on all fours facing the TV while Tori was humping her vigorously from behind. Dr. Ingrid watched the giant screen, which showed an image of her being fucked doggy-style by Doug with Tina below her. Watching the expression on her face on the TV screen as her video image climaxed, Dr. Ingrid came hard on Tori's dildo. Dr. Ingrid knew her receptionist was talented, in more ways than one. What she didn't know was that just before she and Tori entered the office to play with one another that night, Tori slipped into the video booth, placed a blank tape into the camera, turned the camera on and pressed the record button.



Just What The Doctor Ordered



I was in a rush to get what I needed and get home. The weatherman had predicted at least 12-18 inches of snow to fall overnight, so I needed to stock up on food in case I couldn't get out for a few days. I went down the dairy aisle and wasn't paying attention to where I was going. Next thing I knew, I had slammed into the person coming toward me. The sound of our carts smashing together startled us both. 

"Oh...I'm really sorry" I said. I bent down to help pick up the items that had fallen to the floor.

"That's OK," the other shopper said. The voice sounded very familiar, so I looked up to see if I knew this person. I smiled as I saw her face. 

"I didn't know it was you" 

I said, smiling brightly, "It's been a long time hasn't it?" She looked at me and smiled, "Sure has...5 years" she said. I couldn't forget her. Her name was Joanne and she was a psychotherapist. I went to see her once a week for 4 years, starting when I was 16. I had been having problems in school and my parents thought I should talk to someone. They had chosen Joanne and I at first was skeptical about telling my problems to a woman. But, she turned out to be really cool and I was able to tell her anything. I also fantasized about her a lot. I used to run home after our sessions and masturbate thinking about the short skirts she wore. I would picture us on her desk sweating and grunting in passion, my cock pistoning in and out of her.

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She was pretty hot. About 35 (at the time we first met), with curly, shoulder length brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a great figure. She looked a little like actress Rene Russo, which was fine with me. We stopped our sessions when I had turned 20, and I hadn't thought of her since then. Now, here we were 5 years later. "So how have you been?" she asked. "Pretty good. How about you?" She smiled, "Doing OK. How's your parents and family?"

"Great" I said, rearranging the items in my cart. "How's your family been?" I asked. She rolled her eyes, "My daughter's at college now and my husband goes out of town a lot." We talked for about 5 minutes and then I told her I needed to go. "Maybe we can set up an appointment sometime" I said. "It would give us a chance to talk some more." She laughed, "Sure. Let me give you my office number." She jotted it down and I placed it in my pocket. "Give me a call tomorrow and we can set it up" she said. "I will" was my reply as we parted company. I thought about her for the first time in a while that night. Seeing her had brought back all those erotic memories, and I thought of her as I masturbated. I moaned her name loudly as my load shot forth from my cock and splashed against my stomach.

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"Come on in Scott" she said, motioning from behind her desk. "I can't believe you came out in this weather" she said, referring to the foot of snow that had fallen overnight. She stood up to greet me and I jumped when I saw her outfit. Tight purple sweater, short black leather skirt, and black high heels. At 40 years old she made many girls half her age look like old ladies. I sat down and we began chatting about the past 5 years of our lives. The conversation was going great, but I couldn't help and stare at her gorgeous body. I looked down at my watch and sighed. "I can't believe a whole hour has passed already" I said, the disappointment in my voice very noticeable. 

She looked at her appointment book and said, "Well, my 3 o'clock canceled and that was my last appointment of the day so if you want to stay longer, that's fine with me." I smiled and sat back down. We resumed our talk, bringing up old memories and such. Eventually the conversation turned to relationships. I told her that I had 3 girlfriends in the past 5 years, but none were very serious. She then took our talk in another direction. "What about sex?" she asked, "Did you sleep with these girls?" I shifted in my chair and ran my hand across my face. She could sense that I was uneasy and she stammered, "Y-you don't have to answer that if you don't feel up to it." I swallowed hard and chuckled, "I had sex with all 3 of them" I said. She crossed her legs and spoke again, "Do you masturbate a lot?" she asked. I had no idea my answer would lead to what it did.

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I was squirming around in my seat at this point. My mouth had gone dry, and I could feel my cock start to twitch. She looked at me with those gorgeous eyes and said,"It's OK Scott, you know that nothing between you and me leaves this room." I cleared my throat and spoke through almost clenched teeth, "Yes I masturbate." She crossed her legs once more and this time I got a look at her dark blue panties. My cock jumped up and got hard in a flash. "How many times a day do you masturbate?" she asked almost breathlessly. I was jittery by now and sweating like crazy. I stared at her and responded, "2 or 3 times a day" I said. She seemed intrigued by this answer. Her eyes wandered and I noticed that she had set them right on my crotch, which by now had formed a noticeable tent in my jeans. She sat back and asked me "Would you like to do it here?" 

I was taken aback by her comment. I was dying to free my cock from it's confines and splatter the walls with cum. But could I do it here, in front of her? I must have hesitated because I saw a look of sadness on her face. "I guess...I could." I said sheepishly. She reached behind her and pulled out a box of tissue, which she then handed to me. I took them and wriggled around in my chair, still feeling weird about the whole thing. "Hold on a sec" she said, rising from her chair and reaching for her purse. "Here, you might want to use this" she said, handing me a bottle of hand lotion. I squeezed some out on my right palm and rubbed it into my hands. I went to undo my pants when she stopped me and said "You don't want to dirty your pants" referring to the lotion on my hands. "Let me do this" she said, squatting before me and undoing the button of my jeans. I leaned back and closed my eyes as she slowly unzipped my pants. I lifted my ass in the air so she could slide my jeans to my ankles. Then I felt her warm hands slide inside my underpants and she slowly pulled those down as well. My throbbing cock sprung free and Joanne stared at it for a few seconds before getting up and walking back to her seat. 

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I wrapped my right hand firmly around my pulsing organ and began to stroke slowly. I closed my eyes as I pumped my rigid cock. Suddenly, Joanne broke the silence, "Tell me what you're thinking about" she said. I opened my eyes and looked right at her. My hand flew up and down my swollen prick as I panted out the words, "I'm thinking of you...naked and laying across the desk." She watched intently as I continued, "I slide my cock inside you and we fuck like 2 animals until I cum deep inside your pussy." I was getting hotter and hotter and knew I would cum soon. Joanne sensed this and told me to stop. I pulled my hand off my cock and wondered why she stopped me. I soon got my answer as she walked to me and got down on her knees before me. She slowly started to stroke my cock and then ran her tongue around the head and up and down the shaft. My breathing became more rapid. She lowered her mouth and wrapped it around my aching cock. She took me all the way into her mouth and began pumping me and suck me hard. "Oh Joanne...oh fuck" I moaned. I looked down into her eyes and lost it. I grabbed her head and pushed her down, "I'm cumming Joanne" I moaned as my semen shot hard out of my cock. I continued to shoot and Joanne swallowed every single drop. She pulled back and licked her lips, and then cleaned my cock. I looked down at her and smiled.

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We began to kiss passionately as we shed every stitch of clothing between us. I tore her red lace bra off, exposing her firm, supple breasts. I slid my hand down into her panties and started to finger her hot, wet pussy. My tongue went down to her breasts and I began to lick and suck on her hard nipples while she moaned. I dropped to my knees and tore her panties away, causing her to shudder with delight. I rose and picked her up, tossing the items off her desk and laying her down upon it. I spread her legs apart and brought my head down between them. I started with light flicks on her swollen lips as my fingers traced the outside of her cunt. "Oh Scott...please baby...please eat me" Joanne moaned. I obliged her and slipped my tongue deep inside her. She moaned and began to squirm as my tongue rolled around inside her. 

She pushed my face as close to her snatch as it would go, and I responded by flicking my tongue against her clit. I pulled it into my mouth and began to suck it, making it harder then it was. Joanne was screaming by now as my mouth continued to work on her pussy. My finger found it's way inside her and I was giving her all I had. She was thrashing about and screaming as my double penetration continued. Finally, she screamed at the top of her lungs, "I'M CUMMMMINNGGGGGGG SCOTTTTT...OH FUCK I-I-I'MMMM CUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMIIIINNNGGGGG!!!!!" She pulled me into her and I felt her warm juices flow out of her. I lapped up every drop of her and licked her softly as her orgasm subsided. 

Part 7 ----------

I slid up her body and our lips met with passion. We sucked our tongues into each other's mouths as my hard cock rubbed up and down against her moist pussy. She pulled me away and spoke softly, "Fuck me Scott...please fuck me...it's been too long." That was all I needed to hear. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit, and then slowly slid it inside her. We both moaned as my cock pushed all the way in. I started with long, slow thrusts. Joanne looked so beautiful underneath me. I bent down to kiss her and our tongues intertwined. She broke the kiss and ran her tongue up the side of my face. I pushed deep inside her, feeling my balls slap against her ass. Joanne moaned as I picked up the pace and began to ram her harder.

"OH Scott...fuck me baby...don't stop" she moaned as she planted the heels of her feet into my ass and drove me deeper into her. Our bodies thrust against each other and I knew that I would not last much longer. We were both dripping with sweat as I fucked her as hard as I possibly could. Joanne's pussy tightened around me and I could feel my balls tighten as well. I leaned down and slipped my tongue into her ear and then whispered, "I'm gonna cum." Joanne looked into my eyes and said "Cum in me sweetie...I need your cum inside me." That was all I needed as the cum shot out of me and deep into her womb. Stream after stream of my hot liquid poured into her. Joanne let out a low moan and once again had a powerful orgasm. We both came down from our high as she whispered "Stay inside me." We lay together on the desk, my cock still inside her. She kissed me on the cheek and we closed our eyes.



Just What The Doctor Ordered



"Take off your clothes and put on this robe, it ties in the back like this," explained the 60-something nurse, as Jaynthe tried to imagine the tiny paper gown covering anything but a tiny part of her torso. "There's a restroom through that door, feel free to use it. Dr. Smith will be with you in just a moment." Jaynthe nodded and gave a quick, nervous smile to the old woman as she left the room.

Jaynthe had no idea the therapy would be this intrusive. When her boyfriend, Ryan, had suggested it to her, she went half-heartedly to see Dr. Smith, psychotherapist/MD., specialist in human sexuality. 

Jaynthe had never had an orgasm. Well, actually, she told her self, that wasn't entirely true. She remembered vague moments when she had woken up from a dream, her vaginal muscles straining and screaming hot. She remembered the craving ache, the pleasure and pain of those moments. 

She quickly disrobed, praying that Dr. Smith wouldn't come into the room at an awkward moment. Dr. Smith was a young man, she guessed around thirty. He had suave eyes and naturally spiked hair. He kept his face closely shaven except for small, black go-tee, prim and sexy. Jaynthe had only recently admitted to herself that she found him attractive. But, she convinced herself that the only man for her was Ryan. Now, she wasn't so sure. Ryan and she had had an argument the night before. He bluntly told her he had been seeing other women. She was heartbroken, but she had been suspicious for months. She knew the relationship wasn't going to be a long-term one, but she had hoped for a little more time.

After a few minutes of utter confusion, Jaynthe positioned the paper robe around her body the only way she could possibly imagine. The smooth curve of her back was almost completely open, save the small tie she had made around her waist. For a robe, the outfit was short, she couldn't sit down without the tiniest tuft pubic hair crawling out from underneath, so she contented herself to lean on the edge of the chair and wait.

Jaynthe jumped as Dr. Smith entered the room. He didn't even look up from his notebook as he walked over to her. "Jaynthe Peters, that's you?" He glanced up with a smile and she nodded. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears. Dr. Smith had, according to the therapy's method, not told her what was to go on, today. She had thought of calling in sick, so to speak, but she couldn't stand to be at home without Ryan. After much deliberation, she had left their crappy basement apartment, half-heartedly.

Dr. Smith closed the door and Jaynthe felt a breeze inside the tiny skirt the robe provided. "I see you've got your robe on upside-down… I've never seen it done that way before," Dr. Smith said with a warm smile. Jaynthe blushed and looked down at herself, not quite understanding how 'rightside-up' would look any different.

Still smiling, he informed her, "it's alright, the robe is really only here for psychological purposes. But, the therapy actually works better if you don't wear anything. That is, of course, if you feel completely comfortable with it." Jaynthe hesitated for a moment, then gave Dr. Smith a dry smile as she attempted to untie the back. She arched her arms back as far as she could, but couldn't manage to reach the tassels of the ties. Her nipples pierced through the paper dress like tiny erections as her ample breasts tightened the weave almost to breaking point.

Dr. Smith put down his clipboard and came over, quickly untied the knot and slid his fingers gently up her back, around her shoulders and down her arms. Jaynthe couldn't hold back a shiver, she could feel heat begin to rise from her soft labia, as she closed her eyes.

"This is all about your pleasure," Dr. Smith said, casually, "I make my living figuring out what women want and teaching them how to get it. I want you to lay back, Jaynthe," he said as he gently pushed her onto the cream leather by her breastplate. She crossed her legs, anxiously. Why was she so ashamed?

The chair gently started moving down to Dr. Smith's level with the slightest hum of a well-tuned engine. Dr. Smith began caressing Jaynthe's breasts. He cupped each one in his large, capable hands. He had the hands of a practiced doctor, moving swiftly and confidently over her chest. He leaned forward and licked her right nipple, circled it, and finally enclosed it within his mouth, sucking tenderly at first and then hard. Jaynthe moaned and leaned back in her chair. Ryan had never done it like this…


While he busied his mouth on her nipples, he reached between her crossed legs and slowly moved them apart onto the back of the chair. He moved his right hand down, ever so slowly, following her neck to her belly-button to the beginning of her hair. His finger slid gently down the line of her lips until it reached her clitoris. Jaynthe moaned out, craving more.

Dr. Smith turned to her and said, "call me Jason. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you like."

"I… I like what you're doing," she said shyly. 

Jason kissed down her front, following the line he made previously with his finger, until he reached her cunt. He barely touched the skin, drifting along a millimeter above, again and again, until Jaynthe felt like grabbing his head and pulling him into her. Instead she said, "oh, God… I need you."

Jason kept his face in her mass of hair and asked, "what do you need?"

"I need you… I need your tongue… I… I want to feel you inside me…" she could barely speak coherently, but was greatly rewarded for her efforts. Jason finally allowed his salivating tongue to reach her tender skin. He opened the wet folds of flesh to find a large, hard clitoris. Jaynthe was so wet, she could taste it in the air. She felt like she was engulfing the entire room. All she could manage this time was a deep moan of pleasure.

Jason kept his mouth around her clitoris as he moved his hand gently up her leg, her thigh and, finally, to the border of her aching cunt. He toyed with the outside for a moment, while licking the dewy juice from her mound. Jaynthe was beyond words, her back arched in the air, it seemed her entire world was centered around Jason's finger and mouth. Jason plunged his middle finger in, hard, as Jaythe's mouth opened for a gasp of much-needed air. "I need you, I need more!" She heard the words echo in her brain long before she realized that she had actually spoken them.

Jason pulled his fingers out of her, stood up. Jaynthe gasped, looked at him like the world had just come crashing down around her feet. He opened a drawer in the chair and pulled out a large, skin-colored dildo. Jaynthe had only ever seen these before in the cheesy pornos that Ryan used to rent. This one was the biggest one she had ever seen. "How on earth is he going to…" she wondered to herself.

He maneuvered around her open leg until he stood between her legs, her body a good 2 feet below him. He played with the sex-toy for a moment, dragging it along her stomach, up into her open mouth, and back down, just along the line of her vagina. Jaynthe couldn't believe it, she was wetter than she had ever been before and she wanted Jason more than she had ever wanted another man. She craved for him to take off his pants; she could see the erection tighten his pants – an occupational hazard.

He pushed the large dildo into her just an inch and pulled out, then two, then three, until Jaynthe couldn't hold back. She grabbed his arms and pulled them towards herself as she lay back in the chair. "Jaynthe," Jason said, "tell me what you want. Tell me how you want it." His voice demanded her immediate response. "I want you, I want to feel your cum inside of me, I want to feel you push against me hard. I want you, now!" Jaynthe couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth, or that she was screaming them at the top of her lungs.

Jason pushed the penis into her deeper and harder, she felt it push up against the very back of her wet flesh. Jason ordered, "turn over" and Jaynthe tried to assemble herself enough to follow the command. The plastic penis still inside her, she flung her leg around and spread her legs over the chair, wetting the seasoned leather with the ample juice flowing from her pulsating body. 

Jason slid the dildo out of her and pulled out a blindfold. As he bent over her backside, Jaynthe could feel his massive penis pressing against her buttocks. She moaned slightly as he tightened the cloth around her face. She licked his fingers with desire as he pulled his hands from her mouth and to his own pants. Jaynthe heard the slow clicking of a metal zipper being undone. She ground her pelvis against the chair in anticipation. She heard him shuffle out of his clothes and felt the nakedness of his hot torso rub against the back of hers. She heard him open a drawer and then silence for a few moments.

He slid his finger slowly down the curve of her back, following the dainty crease in her skin, plunging his finger into the folds. Only when he reached her warm hole did she realize that he had some sort of lubricant on his finger. He gently pushed one finger inside of her. Jaynthe moaned as a fleeting thought raced through her head, "what would your mother think…." Next, came the pointer of his left hand and then he spread her open to allow for his large member. She felt him tease the outside of her with the tip of his now pulsating penis. He leaned forward onto the chair as he slowly slid deep into her.

Jaynthe had always been told by her lovers that anal sex was a sick endeavor. Perhaps because of this, she felt incredibly turned on by it. It was irresistible. He pulled out and in and then made use of the dildo, sitting on the table next to the chair. With him inside of her, he pushed the dildo into her still-dripping cunt. Back and forth, he pushed and pulled both, as Jaynthe clung to the warm leather, digging her prim nails deep into its skin.

Jason asked her again, "What do you want me to do? Tell me what to do." Jaynthe could hold it back no longer, she wanted him so bad that her whole body ached. Her clitoris swelled and faded with her quick pulse, dripping with orgasmic juice. All she could do was say, "fuck me."

He pulled his penis and the dildo out of her, turned her over. Jaynthe felt like she was on drugs, everything in the room seemed to be swirling around their bodies, like water down a drain.

He pulled both her feet up so that they were around his neck and kissed both of them playfully as he eased his hot limb deep into her. She arched her back as he plunged deeper and deeper into her. She started moaning, she could feel sweat running down her face and neck in little rivulets. Louder and louder, she moaned until something took her breath away.

Small contractions, like tiny shocks. Her body was doing what her mind had wanted to, ever since Jason had walked into the room – holding him, burning all around him, absorbing him into her own body. Just as she thought it could get no better, she noticed Jason close his eyes and his arms go limp. He thrust his penis into her as hard as he could, as the mechanized chair vaulted backward. She felt a faint pulses inside her, as he came into her welcoming flesh.

He remained inside her for a moment, his large head resting on her chest, his muscular shoulders shivering on her stomach. Jaynthe couldn't move. She noticed her cheeks felt like they were on fire. It seemed their bodies were cemented together with cum and sweat.

She managed to move one of her hands up and drizzle her fingers down his back. His skin shivered and goose bumps appeared everywhere.

He kissed her sweating stomach as he pulled out of her, allowing his ample cum to spill onto the floor. He went into the bathroom and came out with two warm washcloths. He wiped off his penis and cum-coated balls carefully. With the other washcloth, he bathed her neck, stomach, legs, and back before wiping down her still tender pussy. He put on his underwear and pants, then slipped Jaynthe's tiny thong through her legs and up to cover her. Jaynthe grabbed his shirt and slid it over his arms, proceeding to fasten each shell-colored button, sleepily. He touched her shoulder tenderly as he pulled her short, sundress back over her head.

Dr. Smith grabbed his clipboard and said with a smile, "Jaynthe Peters, I'll see you next week."



Just What the Doctor Ordered



My wife works for a group of doctors and makes good money. They pay her a six figure salary to rule with an iron hand and keep their practice in order and she does. I on the other hand work for her father's janitorial business making $7.00 an hour. Her father took pity on me when I couldn't find work anywhere and hired me. I hate the work, it's so demeaning cleaning other peoples houses and offices. The hours are long and the pay sucks. Since my wife is the major breadwinner, I'm also made to do all the work around our house.

One of the doctors is a guy named Frank. He's a good looking Italian guy very powerfully built. He and his wife just got divorced and she moved back west. All the while they were going through the divorce, my wife was 'there' for him. Going out to dinner and spending weekend afternnons talking on the phone about the divorce. Now the divorce is final, they still spend a large amount of time together. About a month ago, we were at her father's house and he mentioned that he had just landed a big contract out of town and needed some workers to go set up for 14 days.

"Harold will go Daddy." Stephanie said, beaming at the table. I sat there like I had no say in it, which I didn't.

The next morning, me and four other guys were crowded into the back of a van and on our way. We would sleep in a two bit motel and work 12 hours a day. The first night I returned to my room that I shared with the other four and called Stephanie. The phone rang and rang and finally Stephanie picked up.

"Hello. Oh hi Harold. Oh, yes, Frank and I worked late and then went out to get a bite to eat." We spoke for another few minutes and right before I was about to hang up, I heard a man's voice and ice clinking in a glass. "Who's that?" I said, the other four guys in the room all quiet now staring at me. "It's Frank, silly. He followed me home for a drink and to finish up some buisness. Oh well, gotta run. Bye dear." Click.

My heart was in my throat as I placed the phone in the receiver and went to bed. I lay there awake thinking of what Stephanie and Frank were doing. Although I had no proof she would ever be unfaithful, I have to admit we'd talked about it in great length one night. You see, my cock is rather small (2 inches soft, 4 inches rock hard) and I cum rather quickly. One night after inserting my cock into Stephanie, I immediately shot my load and she pushed me off her and told me to get her off with my tongue. It was the first time I would lick a man's cum from wife wife and the last time it would ever be mine. After that night she made no bones about the fact that she wanted a bigger cock and I couldn't please her. Our sex life evolved into me either fingering her or eating her out. My orgasms were inconsequential to her. She could care less how or when I came as long as I made her cum.

The next morning I called Stephanie at work. She told me she was very busy and didn't have time to talk. I asked her how long Frank had stayed the previous night. "I have to go we'll talk later," was all she said and hung up. The next seven nights were torture. I called every night and the phone rang and rang and rang. Since I was staying with four other guys, I couldn't call in the middle of the night and they already had a hint of what was going on. I tried her at work every day and received the same response, that she was busy and couldn't talk.

On the tenth night, we got off work early and all the guys I was staying with were going out to a strip club. I declined and stayed in the room to try and reach Stephanie again. I was shocked when she picked up the phone on the first ring. "Hello."

"Hi Steph." 

"Oh, it's you. I thought it was Frank." She said, with disappointment in her voice. "How are you? I've missed you and missed not talking to you."

"Harold, we need to talk. I have been having a great time while you've been gone. Now I don't want you to be jealous. But, Frank and I have been seeing each other every night. It started out with just drinks and dinner, but he's alone and I'm alone and we've been spending quite a bit of time together. Oh Harold, he is such a great guy. I'm now realizing what a bitch his first wife was. He deserves so much more."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I hadn't talked to my wife in days, and all she could talk about was her boss. "But honey, I've missed you so." She laughed. And I've missed you to Harold. I've missed your tongue!! I shrank with embarassment. "Stepanie, I'm not happy about all the time you're spending with Frank." I was trying to sound stern. "Harold, I don't give a damn what you like and don't like. You need to understand something. I am the breadwinner in this family, I am the one who is responsible for you having a job at all! If it wasn't for me you'd be out on the street. And besides that, you can't even satisfy me. So tell me Harold, where do you get off telling me what you are happy about?

"I-I-I-..." The words wouldn't come out and I don't know what I'd have said if they did.

"Now you listen to me Harold. There will be some changes when you get home. First off I'm going to be spending more time with Frank. Secondly if you don't like that you can get out. Of course it means you won't have a job or a place to stay. Third, I've found a real man that satisfies me. Due to our business relationship, we can't make our relationship known right now, so you'll accept it and get used to Frank and I being at our house or his house quite often." "Are you telling me you want a divorce?" I asked increduously.

"A divorce? Don't be silly Harold. I won't divorce you, so long as you do as your told and are a good little boy."

I couldn't believe my ears. "Stephanie, I'm not exactly sure what you're telling me."

"Okay dumb dumb let me spell it out. I will see Frank whenever I want. He will fuck me raw. We will go out together to movies, concerts, dinner, and you my little pet, will stay home and do the cooking, cleaning, and any 'other' services we may need performed. You see Harold, life's too short to put up with not being happy and Frank makes me happy. I've taken the liberty of moving your stuff from the bedroom to the spare room. That's where you'll stay when Frank is here. I may let you sleep with me from time to time if you're extremely good and only if I decide." I heard a doorbell in the background. "Hang on Harold." I heard her giggling and laughing and then she came back on the line. I also heard another extension pick up.

"Harold, Frank just got here, we have plans for tonight and he's on the other line."

"H-h-hello," I stammered.

"Harold, you have a great little women here. We've been having some fun while you've been gone, hope you don't mind?"

"Oh he doesn't mind," Stephanie chimed in. "I was just explaining to Harold how things are going to be when he returns home."

Frank said, "Harold, look I know this is probably a little hard for you to accept right now. You being away from home and all. But you had to know this was coming. I mean Steph is a beautiful woman with a powerful job who makes great money, and you're a janitor who works for her father making seven bucks an hour and can't even satisfy her sexually. Now you had to know sooner or later this was going to catch up with you. This just means that you've come to realize your true standing in life. I admire that in a person. Someone who knows their rightful place and is willing to accept it."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but somewhere deep down inside what he was saying was making sense and hitting me right where I lived.

He went on. "Now that we all realize our respective roles things hopefully will run smoothly. I'm not out to steal your wife and marry her, at least night yet. And, we both enjoy each other very much in a variety of ways. Now that doesn't mean that you can't serve a purpose in that relationhip. As a matter of fact, you'll be a big part of it. As a cuckold husband, you'll come to understand that a superior man is taking care of your wife, while you are serving both of us and making everyone happy. Oh there may be some embarassing and unpleasant things from time to time in the form of punishment, but neither Steph nor I are cruel people and we're not out to hurt you, merely to make you the true submissive cuckold you are."

I didn't know what to say so I just sat there. "Are you still there Harold?" Frank asked.

"Y-y-y-es I am." 

"Well we're going out to dinner now. I want you to realize this is not a bad thing that's happening. It's a very good and normal thing for a man like you. I'm going to hang up now, but Steph wants to talk to you." The receiver on his end hung up.

"Harold, I'm so glad Frank was here to talk to you. Frank! stop that! Oh honey he's kissing my neck and you know how that drives me wild. Well we're going to dinner and then coming back here. Honey you don't have to call me for the rest of the time your away, as a matter of fact it might be better that way. It'll get you used to things. Well we'll see you in a few days. Oh honey Frank is just what the doctor ordered!!" 



Just What the Doctor Ordered



Amber filled the exam room with fear and tangerine body spray, she couldn't believe she had waited nineteen years before scheduling her first gynecologist's appointment. She had recently finished high school, which is where her fears had been stirred. The other girls had chatted about "pussy jacks" that crank you open and allow your pussy to view the world. Then there were the pounds of petroleum jelly used to explore your rectum. 

Amber undressed slowly trying to avoid the horrid imagery that the girls' locker room had implanted in her genitals.

Amber was easy on the eyes, she had medium breasts with dark nipples, curved hips, and legs that led to a patch of hair that formed an arrowhead slightly above her pubic lips. The arrow laid softly against her skin awaiting someone to follow directions. She slipped on the paper robe and slide herself onto the exam table. The cold steel seeped between her legs as she wiggled to reposition herself on the paper. There was a faint hum of music sneaking under the door from the lobby, Amber allowed herself to recline and think about the event that had brought her here.

Two days before, Amber had her first sexual encounter with her high school sweetheart, Bobby. He had always bragged about his conquests before her; his first time with her begged to differ. She thought about Bobby's beer coated breath staining the memory of her first time. He closed his eyes and poked her inner thighs with his clumsy cock. She had dreamt of surrendering her virginity on a bear skinned rug in front of a fire place or on a beach with her toes curled around the sand. 

Her reality was the back seat of an old Chevy station wagon with a missing bumper and broken passenger door. She had nearly bit through the seatbelt that dangled against her chin in order to mask her pussy's disappointment in Bobby's awkward attempts to make her moan. He grunted as his sloppy member found its way into her core. His belt buckle dug into her knee as the heel of his left boot continuously scraped her ankle. 

Bobby whispered into her ear but she drowned him out by replaying different fantasies in her mind. The speed of his unrhythmic thrusts increased as her ass wiggled beneath him trying to relieve itself of the artificial leather back seat. In return, Bobby pounded her with force, grunting and growling while fumbling with the buttons on her shirt.

The harder he thrust, the more limp her body became. He slid his cock out to the tip and slammed back into her yawning hole. He repeated twice before driving his chin into her collar bone and letting out the cry of an injured boy. Amber felt an unwanted void that she hoped would disappear once her body was filled with cum and romance. His inexperience disgusted every erogenous zone on her body as she vowed to replace this memory with a satisfying one...

Dr. Lawrence walked in and asked her to sit up. He was near 6'1 with dark hair that was sprinkled with silver highlights. His facial features were strong and the stubble around his mouth made him appear ruggedly sexy. His hands were large and Amber could faintly see the dark hair that sprout from his knuckles. He asked her to lay back and place her feet in the stirrups, she giggled at the thought that her pussy had looked two people in the eyes within two days. She obeyed.

She leaned her head to the side and peeked around the paper blanket that draped over her knees. The doctor reached for a utensil, she also thought it resembled a miniature car jack, and he placed it at her opening and began to crank. Amber felt a sigh of relief from her sex patch when it was given a chance to breath but it was brief and the doctor was already removing the cold tool from inside her. Before she knew it, she had thrown one leg over his shoulder and the other dropped where she could feel his manhood growing against the heel of her foot. 

She wrapped her slender fingers around the side of the table as she worked her hips up and down pressing her pussy against his lips that now revealed a tongue. He licked the lips that lay dormant on each side of her clit, she felt a fire as her tender nodule began to swell. He stabbed her with his tongue and traced a circle inside her vaginal walls causing Amber to release her first moan. She bit down on her bottom lip as she lowered her hips hoping to deepen his stabs. He used force as he sucked her ever swelling tenderness, taking turns sucking and stabbing with his tongue. 

She could feel every thought, memory, sound, and taste being redirected to her clit as she filled the doctors mouth with the juices of her past. He lapped at her loveliness with his eager tongue, she felt the fleshless muscle probing her, opening her with its desire to taste more. She rocked her hips thrusting her pubic lips against the stubble around his mouth, the doctor dug his tongue deeper as he reached his left hand and found a hardened nipple with his finger tips. He pinched and twisted it as he continued to suck roughly on her clit. Her explosions came one after another, Dr. Lawrence reveled in her splendor as she withered beneath him.

The tip of her nose became numb, her limbs tingled as her vaginal muscles contracted violently around his tongue. Amber let out a scream that pushed all of her worldly fluids into the back of the doctor's throat. Her excitement exploded and left the doctor swallowing warm gushes of sweet liquid. With each swallow, his cock rose until his skin was outstretched and his insides screamed to be release.

In one swift motion he slid her out of position and on to her stomach, he slid her down so that her feet hit the floor. The cold metal pressed against her nipples causing her to raise her hips and spread her legs for him. Amber was eager to see the mountain of flesh that taunted her from underneath the silky exterior of his trousers. As she turned to peek, he pushed her face against the coldness of the table. Her eagerness invited him to introduce his hardness to her mouth. 

Still holding her head against the table, the doctor approached the side she was facing, removed the hair from her eyes and mouth and tightened his other hand in the dark curls that fell around her shoulders. He revealed his cock with his free hand exposing it to her closed mouth and mesmerized expression. His hardness yearned to part her fruit glossed lips and stab repeatedly at the back of her throat. He ran the head of his dick against her cheek and outlined the curves of her lips. With his thumb and index finger, he clenched the head and broke her sweet sealed mouth. 

Her tongue was soft and his cock slid easily through a pocket of saliva near the rear of her throat. He rested his cock against her teeth before yanking her curls with his other hand causing her mouth to extend over the entirety of his manliness. He slowly began to fuck her face increasing the speed with each thrust. She looked up at him out of the corner of her emerald green eyes and was pleased to see his face contort with the rapid strokes in her mouth. She pleaded with her eyes for him to stick it in her cunt and his body language replied. 

Dr. Lawrence ripped his dick out of her perfectly formed mouth and ran it down her side until he was positioned directly behind her. He rubbed her ass with the head of his aching loins while watching her vagina breath. Her lips parted and closed as her muscles clenched the empty air in hopes of being filled. He rammed her unexpectedly and she let out a pleasure filled cry. Her pussy was tight and fought his cock with each push, she tightened around his engorged rod as he dug his nails into the meat of her ass. 

Both of her hands had released their tightened grip from the side of the table and were dangling in the sex filled air. The doctor grabbed both of her wrists and held them behind her back with one hand. He used her hands to guide his motions which were long hard strokes. Her ass rippled against his stomach with each forceful blow of his cock. She bit at the sweat filled air praying for this moment to be endless. The juices continued to flow as the growth of his penis filled every crevice of her soft vaginal pallet. Amber worked her ass in imaginary rings around his dick exploring the different angles that made her soul moan. 

She freed her right hand and he hesitated with his next thrust until he saw her reach for the crank. She fumbled to hand it to him as he pounded away at her plump pussy. The doctor took a second to figure out what she wanted but then he noticed that her puckered anus craved attention. He slowed his strokes in order to place the flat cold steel in her ass. He spit down her crack as he slid the metal deeper inside. He cranked her open until he felt the pressure on his penis through her vaginal wall. Her tight slippery pussy had been dreamlike but this newly created tightness was heaven.

He left her completely cranked open and vulnerable as he resumed pounding away at her pussy. This time he used quick rough jagged strokes as he spanked and squeezed her ass. He laid his chest against her back pressing the open crank deeper into her rectum. His short hard jabs had her clenching her ass muscles and biting unnoticeably onto her own wrist. Her stomach tightened trying to prolong another orgasm but her pussy's will defied her. 

She felt herself open again flooding his anxious cock with a rapid flow of sex sap. He smelt honeysuckles as her pussy juice became his aphrodisiac. In fear of exploding, the doctor pulled out and sunk to his knees wanting to swallow more of her sugary nectar. While lapping up the puddles of cum dripping down her inner thigh, he shoved three fingers through the tunnel of the crank. He wrapped his entire mouth around her pussy while flexing his three fingers in and out of her ass. He depleted all of her natural juice and his tongue slowed with the clam of her vaginal convulsions.

Amber breathlessly spoke for the first time, "I want to watch you fuck me. I want to see you cum. I want to be treated like a naughty slut."

Dr. Lawrence showed no hesitation as he flipped her on her back and wrapped his strong fingers around her neck. He taunted her pussy with the tip of his cock while he bit and sucked at her erect nipples. She arched her back attempting to guide his dick back through her flesh but he tortured her by pulling back. He tightened the hand around her throat and with his free hand, slapped and pinched her breasts. She had a hidden smile as she gasped for air and at the same moment he released his hand from her slender neck, he ripped his cock into her hot wet flesh. 

He took both of her tits in each of his hands as he plunged roughly in and out of her pussy. He yanked at her tits so hard that she came off the table and then he slammed her back down against the cold steel. The imprints of his hands glowed on the skin around her nipples and his cock refused to probe anymore.

He pulled his throbbing cock out of her swollen mouth and climbed on top of her chest. He smacked her face with his huge hard dick, he lifted his ass and sunk his balls into her mouth. She moved her tongue around them playfully as he vigorously stroked his cock. He shoved his hand roughly up and down his desperately tight flesh. His toes cracked and his muscles became tense as he backed up and busted his salty load all over her sweat glistened face. 

His fluids continued to pump out over her reddened tits as Amber wiggled her pussy in the open air, her muscles clenched and her juices flowed once more. He shoved his cock to the back of her throat causing her to choke and released his final drop of the beast within. His body trembled after her soft young mouth drained the last of his animalistic thrusts. 

Amber felt the pins and needles shoot through her body as she swallowed his salty expectations and her own body quivered from the replacement of her first time. Her body finally went limp when he removed his cock from her smiling lips; this was a welcomed limpness because the memory of Bobby disappeared with that last swallow of cum.



Just What The Doctor Ordered



Jill Stevens is the office manager at a local insurance agency. She's 31 years old, dark blonde hair, 5'9" and 143 pounds which she carries well on her larger frame. 

Jill has average looks, not 'pretty' but not unattractive either. Her one outstanding physical feature is her 36DD breasts. However, she doesn't consider her chest size to be an asset in the workplace so she always dresses very businesslike, (you might even say severely), in order to avoid calling attention to her endowment. 

Jill was a handsome woman, but few people would ever think of her as sexy. In fact, she does not consider herself sexy. Unfortunately sex had never been very exciting for Jill. Dan (her husband)was a boring lover. "In out and asleep" is how she thought of him. And the few experiences Jill had before marriage hadn't been any better. The only orgasms she had ever experienced were from a shower wand or her own fingers. No, Jill had long since concluded that sex was just something women were supposed to pretend to like.

One day at work Jill was reviewing some new policies when her phone rang. It was Jill's OB/GYN's office. "Mrs. Stevens will you hold for the doctor please?" The caller asked. Jill's doctor, Dr. Diane Westbrook, was fairly new in town and the only female OB/GYN. 

Finally the doctor came on the line. "Good morning Jill this is Dr. Westbrook. How are you this morning?" 

"Uh, fine", Jill hesitantly replied. 

The doctor chuckled as she said, "Don't worry Jill, this isn't anything bad. But I would like to meet with you. Could you come in tonight about 5:30? You'll be my last appointment of the day." 

Jill got off at 5:00 and she had no after work plans so she said, "Ok I'll be there." 

At 5:15 pm, Jill entered her doctor's office. The receptionist was just gathering her things to leave when Jill walked in. "I have an appointment with the doctor," Jill said. 

The receptionist said the doctor would be right out and that she should have a seat. With that, the receptionist left. 

A couple of minutes later Dr. Westbrook came out. "Hi Jill," the doctor said as she walked around the corner. "I appreciate you taking time to come see me this evening. Please let's go to my office." 

Jill followed Dr. Westbrook to her office and they both sat down. Dr. Diane Westbrook was a woman in her mid forty's, reasonably attractive and petite.

"Was there a problem with my examination?" Jill anxiously asked. 

"No, nothing serious," Dr. Westbrook replied. " I did notice that your blood pressure was just a little on the high side. And your stress levels are high. When you were in last week you told me your husband was out of work and you were experiencing serious financial problems. Is that still the case?" 

"Yes it is," Jill replied. 

The doctor went on, "I suppose that could be the cause." 

Jill joking said, "All I have to do is find a rich benefactor and I'd be in perfect health!" 

To that the doctor just smiled.

"Jill, I need to ask you some personal questions. And please just bear with me, ok?" The doctor asked. 

"Ok," Jill replied. 

"First of all," the doctor began. "How often do you and your husband make love?" 

"Not very often," she replied. " And we don't make love anyway - he has sex. If you know what I mean." 

The doctor nodded and continued, "How would you describe your sex drive?" 

Jill answered, "I think I'd describe it as; what's the use?" 

Dr. Westbrook looked at Jill for a few moments before continuing. "Jill let me tell you a little something about myself. A couple of years ago I had vaginal surgery. The surgery left some nerve damage that makes it unbearably painful for me to have sex." 

"On the other hand," the doctor continued, "When I examined you last week, I found that you are one of those women who are uniquely built for sexual intercourse. Your vagina is deep and you can accept a large penis. And your reaction to stimuli is very high indicating the ability to have powerful orgasms."

"Doctor, where is this leading?" Jill asked. 

Dr. Westbrook continued, "My husband and I haven't had sex in over two years. I do what I can but oral and hands aren't enough for a healthy man like him. Jill, I've examined several women and you are, by far the best candidate." 

"For what?" Jill demanded. 

The doctor hesitated then said, "For servicing my husband's needs. In other words Jill, I'm asking if you'd consider letting my husband have sexual intercourse with you. In return, we can help you with your difficulties."

WHAT"?" Jill said, not believing her ears! Jill shot up out of her seat. "What kind of woman do you think I am?" she said. 

"But Jill," the doctor began, "Let me explain." 

Jill shot back, "Explain it to the AMA after I report this." Jill stormed out to the waiting room and practically ran for the elevator.

Jill was furious as she began the drive home and was thinking of the complaint she was going to write. However, by the time she was pulling in her driveway she was thinking, "What good would it do? I have no proof – and without proof, who would believe such a fantastic claim?"

Dan met Jill at the door. Jill started to tell him about this when he cut her off. "I just got off the phone with your sister. "She's really pushing us for the money we borrowed a couple of months ago," Dan said.

Jill told Dan, "I'll call her later."

"By the way", Dan went on, "The bank called again. They said if we don't get the car payments caught up by the end of the month they're going to repossess it." 

Jill just shook her head as she walked toward their bedroom, deciding not to bother telling him about the meeting with Dr. Westbrook.

During the night Jill tossed and turned, thinking about their financial problems. She also found herself thinking about the doctor's offer. 

"How bad can it be?" She thought. "I could just lay there and take it. Pretty much like I do with him," she said to herself, looking at Dan's sleeping figure. 

As Jill drove to work the next morning, she came to a decision. Promptly at 9:00am, she went on break and called her doctor. "Is Dr. Westbrook in yet?" Jill asked. 

"Oh Mrs. Stevens, doctor said if you were to call I was to put you through immediately," the receptionist said. 

Jill heard the click of the hold button and then the doctor came on the line, "Good morning Jill," the doctor said. 

"Doctor, can we meet, uh, to talk about, uh..." Jill stammered. 

The doctor cut in, "Jill, why don't you stop by the office tonight about 6? I'll be waiting on you." 

"Thanks," Jill said. The phone went dead. 

After work Jill again found herself sitting across from the doctor. "About your offer," Jill began. "Why don't you two just hire a prostitute?" 

The doctor replied, "Quite simply because my husband has no desire to have sex with, to put it bluntly, a whore." 

"You, on the other hand are a decent, proper woman , who isn't even aware of her own sexuality, right?" Jill nodded. 

"Your passion would be real, and most important to me, the kind of woman I'd be ok seeing my husband with. And of course, you are someone who we can actually help in return," the doctor explained.

"Exactly what would I have to do?" Jill asked nervously. 

The doctor answered, "We'll do it right here in the office." You'll lie down on the exam table and my husband basically will... well, have sex with you. I've already tested you both so I know you're both clean. And you're on the pill, so there is no risk to him entering you bareback, as they say."

"You said that you'd be able to help me?" Jill said. 

Dr. Westbrook smiled and wrote a figure on a pad. "The conditions are that my husband has sex with you once, and if everything works out, maybe more later on. In return we give you this." And the doctor slid the pad over to Jill. 

Jill gasped at the amount. She looked up and saw the doctor writing a check. 

"Jill, I'm giving you a part of this now, to show good faith. I'll give you the rest after the, 'session,' so to speak. Do we have a deal?" the doctor asked, holding out her hand. 

Jill took her hand barely whispering "Yes." 

"By the way," the doctor said. "Why don't you start calling me Diane?"

The next morning Jill told Dan she had some things to do after work and didn't know how late she'd be getting home. Dan muttered, "OK." He was seldom interested in anything that didn't concern him.

Jill could barely concentrate on her work that day. She actually considered calling it off, but she'd already spent the money on their past due car payments. So when quitting time came, for the third night in a row, she drove to the doctor's office.

"Hi Jill," Diane said as she met Jill at the door. "If you'll just come with me, we'll get you ready." 

Jill followed Diane to the exam room. 

"Now take off all your clothes, and get on the table." The doctor handed Jill a gown. "You can put this on temporarily, to stay warm. I'll be back in a few minutes." 

Jill removed her jacket and laid it on the chair. She kicked off her shoes as she was unbuttoning her blouse. After removing her blouse she laid it with the jacket. Next she unzipped her pants and stepped out of them, also putting them on the chair. She slipped her half slip over her head and was now standing in just her bra and panties. 

Jill reached behind herself and unsnapped her bra, letting it drop down her arms, her heavy breasts bouncing free. Lastly, Jill hooked her thumbs into the waist band of her panties and pushed them down her legs,kicking them off her ankle. 

Standing there completely naked she wondered, "Can I really go through with this?" But then she thought of the money and their dire situation and knew she had little choice. 

Jill was sitting on the side of the exam table when Diane re-entered. Diane told her to remove the gown, lay down and put her feet in the stirrups. Diane extended arm rests out from the table and told Jill to lay her arms on them. Diane then began strapping her wrists down. She walked to the end of the table and also strapped her ankles to the stirrups. 

"Why are you doing that?" Jill asked. 

Diane said to her, "This is for your own benefit Jill. Being helpless and unable to resist will help ease any feeling of guilt you may have. That's important to a good girl like yourself. Don't worry dear, everything is going to be fine." 

Diane covered Jill with a sheet and then opened the door. "She's ready now," Diane said.

It was then that Diane's husband entered. Ethan Westbrook was a very handsome man, 49, 6', 190 pounds of solid muscle, slight graying at the temples. "Jill, this is Ethan. Ethan, this is Jill." Diane introduced them. 

Ethan smiled then began undressing. Jill saw his hard abs as he took his shirt off, and when he turned his back to her she saw his tight butt. 

Ethan removed his briefs and then turned to face Jill. Jill gasped at the sight of his penis. It was at least 9" and only partly erect. 

"That's too big," Jill said to the doctor, who was sitting on a stool where she could watch everything. 

"No Jill," the doctor replied, "When I examined you I made a point to see if your vagina could accept a large penis. You'll be fine." 

Ethan approached the table and Jill closed her eyes expecting him to immediately start fucking her like Dan does. But instead, Ethan took hold of both of her outstreatched hands and began lightly kissing her forehead and her cheeks, even kissing her tenderly on her mouth. 

Ethan outlined her lips with his tongue until she involuntarily opened her mouth and allowed his tongue to enter. He sucked her tongue into his mouth sending shivers all the way down to her toes.

Ethan circled her ear with his tongue, causing an arousal in her she'd never felt before. Slowly his mouth worked down to her neck. She couldn't help bending her head sideways to give his amazing lips more access to it.

Jill felt the sheet being slowly lowered to her waist, exposing her large breasts. She felt herself blushing when he said, "Oh my, they're beautiful." Then Ethan's hands went to work, rubbing and squeezing her titties, massaging them thoroughly. 

Jill gasped just a little when she felt a nipple being sucked into his hot, wet mouth. Ethan paid equal attention to both nipples, sucking and gently biting one while caressing her other breast. 

His hand moved down her body, massaging her tummy. Then, instead of moving the sheet, he started rubbing her pussy through it. Jill had not expected this kind of attention. She felt stirrings of excitement forming in the pit of her stomach and she was afraid there would be a wet spot on the sheet where he was rubbing it between her legs.

Ethan walked around to the end of the table and stepped between her spread legs. He ran his hands up and down her calves causing her to shiver as he traced his fingertips over them. Jill felt the cool air of the room as he pulled the sheet completely off of her. 

Ethan leaned forward and ran his tongue over the outer folds of her pussy. Jill couldn't stop herself from raising her hips to his tongue. Then Ethan started licking her clit. When he sucked it into his mouth, Jill arched her back as the thrill shot through her. 

Ethan sucked and nibbled her clit in a way she had never felt before. He continued licking her as he inserted first two fingers,then three into her. 

Jill hadn't expected to necessarily enjoy this so she was surprised to feel an orgasm building. Ethan's fingers pumped into her faster and faster until Jill could no longer hold back and she started cumming hard, covering his face and hands with her juices. 

Jill was shocked at her wanton behavior. As she came down from her high she felt Ethan licking her juices from her pussy and thighs. She uncontrollably let out a loud sigh. 

Ethan smiled at the pleasure she was feeling and continued bathing her thighs with his tongue. 

Jill wanted the sensation to go on forever.

When she felt him stop, she opened her eyes to see what he was doing. He was standing up now, with his fully erect penis pointing right at her pussy. He smiled at her lovingly as he rubbed his cock head up and down her slit, getting it very wet from her lubrication. then Ethan began slowly pushing his cock into her.

Jill strained against the straps as she felt herself being filled with his big cock. Deeper and deeper it penetrated her, touching her deeply where she had never been touched before. When he had it all the way in he paused, giving her a chance to get ready for what was to come.

Holding onto her hips, Ethan started pushing his cock in and out. Soon Jill was rocking her head back and forth and her large tits were bouncing as the penetration continued. She had never had a cock this large in her and certainly no one other than her husband's since her marriage. 

Over and over Ethan's cock pounded into Jill's pussy, his balls slapping her ass each time. Ethan's grip on her hips tightened as he continued giving her the fucking that he had been denied for two years. 

Every time Ethan got close to cumming, he'd stop, allowing himself to calm down. This also pulled Jill back from the edge of her own climax again and again. The fucking seemed to go on forever. 

Finally Jill could sense his orgasm building again and whispered, "Don't stop".

And he didn't stop. The tempo of the fucking increased to a fevered pace until Ethan pushed his cock deeply into her and began emptying his aching balls. 

Stream after stream of his hot cum shot inside her. Jill was delirious with passion as an orgasm more intense than any she'd ever experienced racked her body. 

Her wrists and ankles strained painfully against the straps as her body tensed. She blurted out: "YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM!!YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM ON YOUR COCK!"

After what seemed an eternity of being filled with his seed, Jill felt Ethan pull out of her. Ethan bent over her and gave each breast a tender kiss on the nipples. Then he gathered up his clothes and left the room. 

Diane began unstrapping Jill and said, "You can get dressed now dear. I'll be back in a minute."

As the door shut, Jill was again alone on the exam table. Only this time hot cum was leaking out of her pussy and down the crack of her ass. Her nipples were pleasantly sore. Aftershocks from that amazing orgasm were still tingling deep within her womb. Red strap marks outlined her wrists and ankles from where she had been straining against the restraints, apparently harder than she realized.

For the very first time in her life, sex causd her to be consumed with lust.

Diane reentered the room just as Jill was finishing dressing. "Well Jill," she began. "I would say our first session was a success. Would you like to meet again, same time next week?"

Jill embarrassingly replied, "How about same time tomorrow?" 

Diane smiled broadly, "Ethan was hoping you'd say that!"




Just What The Doctor Ordered



I am a black businessman who prides myself on doing things to service my customers the best way I know how. I work long hours, six days a week 8-10 hours a day. I never take time off and give my workers time to be with their families whenever they need it. I feel that a happy worker is a productive worker and they give me 100% every time.

I got married when I was 27 to a divorced lady with a son. I had already fathered a daughter several years earlier with a woman who took off with our daughter. She did not want to marry me because she thought I did it just she wouldn't be a single mother and I told her how wrong she was. I wanted to be a father to our daughter and that's the family I wanted. So, I guess I wasn't in her plans as she fled to California with our daughter and told me he wanted to start anew.

I was just getting myself established in a company that I was fortune to receive upon the death of one of the owners and the other asked me if I would like to learn the business from beginning to end and help me run the show. My grades in school and a few letters of testimony I had regarding my work proved to be a plus for me.

Before my soon to be ex white wife and married, she also got pregnant and thinking back I think she stayed off the pill on purpose. We didn't get married until our daughter was almost 2 as she said she wanted us to be sure it wasn't the baby only that was getting us married but that we loved each other. I fell for her fast and hard and I guess I thought she did too but she had a rough pregnancy and I was there for her.

We had our little girl and she is perfect in every way. She is dark, not quite as dark as me and has some of her mom's features. We still had a great sex life but some how I think she was still trying to get over her ex who was a wife beater and a cheater and partially she still loved him. She did have to see him during the week as they had joint custody of their son. Her son turned out to be very disrespectful of me and said that he would never call me dad because his dad is white and doesn't want any black man to be his father. He stole money from me and started taking drugs and drinking so we had him put in a home to sober up and get detoxed. I felt badly for her because that was "her baby" but she didn't like what he turned into. His dad was feeding him all this crap and later on he confessed that he loved me and wishes I was his dad. I adopted him as my own and he father eventually did something to land him in jail.

I had been away for 2 weeks and I had missed her and when I got back home we had mad passionate sex about 13 years ago and that resulted in her becoming pregnant with our second daughter. She was so attached to me from the get go and she is still that way.

One of the rare weekends last winter, we had closed the plant because of all the bad weather and part of our warehouse was under repair. We continued to pay our employees even when they were out. The other boss had set up a fund in each employees name in case they should ever need emergency monies, etc. which in these hard times was unheard of.

My daughter, who was now just 13 asked me if we could go skiing. Her best girlfriend and she were talking about going but didn't know if we would let her go. I made plans for the 3 of us to go as my wife hates skiing and my oldest was into her boyfriend at the time.

I let them have a cabin of their own so I wouldn't be in their way of showers, washing their hair and changing their clothes 10 times a day. We went up NY State and the scenery was just beautiful. They didn't know about the cabin until we got there and I surprised them. We did agree to have some skiing time together and at least 1 meal a day.

The second day we were there and we had just finished breakfast when I decided to walk around the cabins and check out this little pub about 2 miles away. I bundled up and started my journey. I wasn't thinking about work but having sometime with my little girl and letting her have a good time.

I was admiring a deer and doe out into the wooded area when I slipped and fell and my ankle snapped. I slowly got myself up and went inside the pub to see if I could find out if there was a doctor anywhere near. As I asked, a beautiful redhead was there and said she was a nurse at a near by hospital and she would be happy to take me and get me looked at and fixed up. I sent a text to my daughter and told her not to worry about me but I think I broke my ankle and I wasn't even on my skis. 

She was so beautiful; she had shoulder length red hair and green/hazel eyes and sparse freckles on her nose and face. She had a beautiful smile and smelled so good. She carefully took me by the arm and some how managed to get me in the back seat propping up my bad ankle and of course it was my right one which would me I couldn't drive.

Sure enough it was broke in not 1 but 2 places and I needed pins also. She didn't leave my side and helped me. She continued to smile and I could feel my cock starting to swell.

She offered to drive me back to my cabin and see that I had all I needed and said she would check on me the next day. I asked her if she could join me for dinner and she said she got off at 7 and she would love to.

My daughter was so upset about me and told me we should go home so I could rest and I told her I wasn't ruining their fun and besides how often did I get to do NOTHING. They had met other kids their age both boys and girls and they were having a great time and I wasn't going to squash that either. Maybe I didn't want to spoil my chance to get to know my nurse a little better either.

She came to the cabin and I asked her where was a good place to eat and she told me a little out of the ways place about a half hour away. She helped me get myself dressed and her warm hands as she zipped up my pants; I was worried she may have seen the beginnings of my hard on.

We got there and she got me out of her car and the place was breathe taking. The view was awesome and the inside so warm and cozy. It was starting to snow a bit as we arrived but it wasn't much to be concerned about. We talked over dinner about her and how she was just divorced and had no children. I told her about my job and my wife and children. She must have seen when I spoke of my wife that I wasn't happy with her anymore. She came behind me and told me that I would be okay.

We had a wonderful dinner and the conversations were enlightening as well. We learned so much about each other. She was planning on moving to NJ because she was offered a job in one of the hospitals there but still had time to decide. She liked it up in NY State but thinks she went up there as an escape.

We were watching some of the people coming in and they were wet with the snow. It was coming down harder and we thought we better start heading back. As we got to my cabin I remember her telling me that she was off tomorrow and I offered her the extra bed in my cabin so she would have to drive and she said she would but didn't want to upset my daughter. I told her not to worry about her that I would take care of everything.

I called my daughter and told her that I wouldn't have breakfast them in the morning but we would have a nice early dinner instead and she told me to take care of my ankle and if I needed her to let her know. 

We got in the cabin and she helped me get out of my coat and my one shoe. She dried me off and then herself. I had an extra bathrobe and pajamas that she could wear or maybe a pair of sweats and a flannel shirt and some sweat socks. She helped me to undress and the smell of her and her body were getting the best of me. I prayed she didn't notice still again I was sporting a hard on. This time she did (she may have before but ignored it or chose not to comment) and she said, "It looks like you are happy that I am here" and I replied "Yes I am". I took her around the waist and pulled her into me and kissed her and she kissed me back. We were kissing and hugging and sparks started I think for both of us. She took off her clothes because they were wet and she put me to bed elevating my foot. I had nothing on but my short now and my undershirt. She sat next to me and kissed me with such passion that I knew I had to have her right then and right there. I asked her to help me remove my tee shirt and my shorts and after she removed my shorts she could see my cock looking right at her.

She took my cock in her hands as she massaged it and then licked the pre cum off the head and then looked up at me and I told her to go ahead if you like giving blow jobs as I love receiving them. She licked and she sucked and she made me forget all about the throbbing pain in my ankle and took care of the throbbing of my cock which was like that throughout dinner. She then tended to my big full black balls that were about ready to pop. She took my cock out of her mouth and straddled herself up to my erection and slid it slowly in her ever so wet clean shaved naked pussy. She worked herself on my cock and I moaned with pleasure. No woman has ever made me feel this good. I felt like I was taken to another world and she got off and asked if she could ride me from behind but didn't want to hurt me or my ankle and I said "Hell yeah".

She road me like a cowgirl and I could feel that I was about to cum and I shouted, "I've got to cum" and she got over and positioned her mouth at the tip of my cock as I started to release a hot load down her throat. She commented "I forgot to mention that I swallow. Next load I want to wear on my face and my chest". Next load I thought to myself; I guess she likes me.

We went to bed and slept until 9 and she got herself dressed and went to pick up some breakfast of my favorites; she remembered how I loved pancakes and sausage with eggs over easy. We had our coffee and breakfast and hugged and kissed and made love all over again.

Noon time came and she was getting herself cleaned up and my daughter and her friend came and I introduced them to her and my daughter said, "Boy is your nurse pretty dad. I like her. Looks like you like her too". I told her that I agreed that she was pretty and asked "How can you tell that I like her??" and her reply was "You are smiling like you haven't in a long time Dad. Don't worry, I won't tell Mom". I took her in my arms and hugged her and kissed her and told her that I was happy. I was happy she was with me and that I met my nurse. We had our early dinner as promised and then they had a date to meet with their new friends to go to a movie. One of the parents said they would drive them into town for a movie and a pizza.

I had the night to myself and wondered if I would see my angel. She has been taking such good care of me and my ankle. The phone in my cabin rang and she was on the other end. She asked me to spend the next day with her and she would show me around, have a nice early lunch and after she looks after some of her patients during the mid afternoon, we could meet up for some of that great loving. How could I pass that up. I thought about her all night and remembered the night before and how good she made me feel.

After tomorrow we only had 2 days left and I didn't want to leave. She actually arranged to have time off to take us home when the time came and make sure I was better. I didn't tell my wife about my ankle but my daughter did and said that I was getting taken good care of.

We had so many good love making sessions and vowed to keep this relationship going because I was going to ask my wife for a divorce. I thought about her day and night and I told her to think about coming back to NJ and she said that now she had an even better reason that her job to bring her back.

When we got home my wife was at work and my oldest daughter commented, "Mom said it was nice to have some quiet time without your dad. We will do fine without him. Mom is going to be asking you for a divorce. She already has a man friend and he was here a few times in the past week." I was angry at one point but happy more because I will be able to be with the woman I truly want to be with and had fallen in love with too.

The divorce wasn't as bad as it could have been. I didn't bring up her lover and she didn't bring up mine. I pay her a nice monthly allowance and I see my girls all the time and I am for the first time a happy man and a successful man.

We moved into together about a month after my divorce and she had found a job at a local doctor's office instead of the hospital so we could be close to each other as much as possible. 

My job is still doing well and my employees and my partner are happy for me. I got a letter the other day from my oldest daughter saying how she wanted to get to know me better and is asking her mom to send her to NJ to meet with me if I would want to meet up with her. She has missed having a dad in her life all this time. I was in tears; I never thought I would get to ever see her again. I told her yes and told her she could stay with us.

I think that I am going to have my life the way I always dreamed of it to be; a loving partner to grow old and spend the rest of my life with, made amends with my adopted son and all my daughters to enjoy and watch them have families of their own.