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Doctor Doctor

By: saucyscribbler



"Dr. Klemins will see you now."

He waited for her to enter the room. Cindy, 26, non-smoker, occasional drinker, appendicitis at 12, unexplained migraines in her teens, cleared up when she switched pill, overall health excellent. 

"Hello Cindy," he smiled. Her yellow blonde hair was tied in a high ponytail, accentuating her cheekbones. She smiled and sat down and waited for him to enquire about her problems.

"What can I do for you today," he asked spreading his hands wide. In a breath she told him of how she had missed a period, had fainted at work, had tender breasts and had carried out a home pregnancy test. It said she was pregnant.

A shiver ran through the doctor's body. He knew it was wrong, unethical and absolutely against medical teaching, but he always got a flutter when he knew he would have to intimately examine a beautiful young woman.

"Okay Cindy, let's take a little look shall we?"

He asked her to undo her shirt half way down and he reached inside her bra with his stethoscope. She had round breasts, hugged high in pink agent provocateur and she explained how they had been feeling tender and sore and slightly swelled. After listening to her heartbeat – which was pounding – he asked her to unhook her underwear and lie down on the bed.

He called out questions to her as he washed his hands and put on some gloves. What was the date of her last period? When had she had unprotected sex? Any other symptoms? Any other illnesses?

The doctor turned to see his patient spread on the bed, head turned towards him, shirt half undone, her breasts peeping and beautiful and her knees raised showing toned, tanned legs. He felt a stirring in his pants and he immediately berated himself. 

No! Stop it! Get a grip. This is a patient. You are treating her for a medical condition - she is not available to you.

But, as he gently examined her breasts and she nodded at where it hurt, his mental words could do nothing to stop the hard erection that had formed beneath his underwear.

Dr. Klemin's sexual attraction to patients had started in medical school, when as a young and inexperienced student he was asked to carry out examinations on different female patients. 

He had grown up a shy boy, and touching females, even in a non-intimate way, at first terrified him. Eventually however, fear gave way to awe and he soon realised that in his line of work he could look at and touch things that were absolutely unavailable to him in his private life.

He remembered the first time he inserted his finger into a woman's vagina. He had watched it slip inside and he concentrated hard on finding the cervix. A senior doctor stood over him, but even still, the examination completely turned him on and instead of throwing away the glove afterwards, he kept it and held it under his nose that night as he stroked himself into a frenzy. 

Cindy had dropped her knees revealing a pink pair of panties. He was supposed to ask her to remove her underwear herself, but this girl was so beautiful, he decided to risk it.

"I need to take a look down here Cindy. Would you like me to remove your under garments?"

Having only ever had one other internal, Cindy wasn't sure what the protocol was, but as she was lying down, exposing her breasts already, she didn't really see a problem in the doctor removing her underwear. He was going to see all anyway. 

"Ok," she said quietly.

Dr. Klemins regularly had fantasies about certain female patients. Most of them were young, single, with beautiful curves and pretty faces. Occasionally an older, more worn woman would creep in, but they were all related in that at one time or another he had looked at, smelled and touched their cunts.

Cindy was neatly waxed with a little landing strip. Somebody had certainly landed there all right, if her pregnancy proved out to be positive. He hoped she was, because if so, he would get to examine her again and again over the coming months.

He slowly peeled off her panties and she raised her bottom as he pulled them past her legs.

"Just drop your knees please," he said, an edge of tension creeping into his voice. 

And there it was, in all its beautiful, feminine, aromatic glory. If he could, he would have knelt between her legs, taken a deep breath and inhaled her scent, before burrowing deep inside her, lashing her with his tongue. He wondered how she tasted. O God, how he wanted to bury into her.

He moved about the bed, so that she was lying directly in front of him. He pushed her knees back up towards her shoulders to get a better view, and her lips parted as he did so.

Placing his index finger at her opening, he gently wiggled it to widen it. 

"You may feel a pinch," he warned, but knew that she would not. He could already see her glistening.

He was surprised at the soft moan she made as he slowly pushed his finger inside her. This was unusual. Mostly, patients were silent or blathered their way excitedly through the examination. Some laughed or looked scared, but rarely, if ever, had a patient seemed turned on by his gloved fingers.

As he rooted for her cervix, he felt her tense towards him and raise her pelvis slightly. By the time he inserted a second finger and pushed his other hand down on her landing strip, he knew that he had not been mistaken and Cindy, the 26-year-old, non smoker, migraine suffering, pregnant young patient was enjoying having the doctor's thick fingers inside her.

He pushed harder and deeper into her and she moaned longily, catching his eye.

"Doctor," she breathed. "Don't stop" "But Cindy... I'm not sure if this... "Don't stop!" she ordered.

So he didn't. At least not for long. He removed his fingers, took off his gloves and entered back into her, this time pushing three fingers inside, plunging back and forth. Cindy was groaning and kept raising her head and tensing in pleasure.

As he plunged he bent over her and gave her swollen clitoris a little lick. She let out a cry and he continued to run his wet tongue over it, finally tasting her sweetness. Needing more, he pulled back his fingers and set to work on the inside of her pussy, ramming his head between her legs, gripping on to the back of her knees for leverage.

He knew she was about to come and he wanted to be part of it. He pulled down his pants, exposed a long, hard erection. 

"Can I Cindy?" he asked.

She looked at the shaft and balls, a small collection of hair at the bottom. She wanted to feel it inside her.

"Yes Doctor."

It was all Dr. Klemins could do to stop his ejaculation as soon as he entered her, but he thought of a nasty fungal infection he had seen on an 87-year-old woman last week. That did the trick.

After a few thrusts, he couldn't hold out any longer and together, doctor and patient, man and woman, penis and pussy, came, both spurting, both moaning, both panting, both wondering how a simple trip to the clinic had led to this.

"Doctor, sorry to interrupt, I have a Mr. Mi.... oh...."

The nurse stopped dead, gaped at the doctor's buttocks and covered her hand with her mouth.

"Dr. Klemins!" she cried, before turning on her heel and slamming the door through which she entered with only a short knock moments before.

Still out of breath, the doctor looked at his patient in dismay. 

"Cindy I have good news and bad news."

She pushed him by the shoulder and he came out of her quickly.

"The good news is that you're not pregnant. Your home pregnancy test was mistaken."

"And the bad?" she asked embarrassed at being caught in such a compromising position.

"The bad news... is that your system has been affected by the drugs you were prescribed last month. You could be ovulating now. Come back to me in month... and I will fully confirm..."

Doctor Doctor



I was barely 20 years old and just 8 months married when I got drafted into the Marine Corp. Things were a bit nasty in those days as far was the worldwide situation, my wife Sharon bawled like a baby when I showed her the papers.

I had no intention at all of going into the Marines, so I went straight down to the Navy recruiting station and enlisted for four years.

I got crabbed at a bit by the officials at the selective service board when I showed up with the Navy papers in hand. One old bag was going to force the issue, telling me I couldn't go into the Navy, I was drafted into the Marines.

But calmer heads prevailed, an old guy sitting there told her, "He signed up for four years, but was drafted for just two. This is the kind of men we need!"

I didn't bother to mention that I had watched TV, I saw how the Marines had it, and the Navy looked better. 

I lasted just 45 days. 

They found out I had an ulcer and was 20-400 in my right eye. Add in that I was missing the tips of both my index finger and thumb on my right hand that a paper bag machine had happily chopped off a year or so before without slowing down? 

Well, I got dumped into medical hold and sent home. 

Sharon picked me up at the airport, we made it perhaps 20 miles and ended up in the bushes alongside the freeway, having climbed over a barbed wire fence to get out into some farmer's property.

The guy who showed up with the towtruck while we were out in the bushes had a huge grin on his face, Sharon was trying to climb back over the fence in her mini-skirt sans panties, seems I had rushed things a little. Of course her skirt got caught in the barbed wire because of her short legs, I had to go back and unhook her and lift her over, so I am sure the guy got a nice beaver shot.

Once back on the freeway I teased her about flashing her beaver at the guy, she blushed furiously and smacked my arm.

There never has been any doubt our son was conceived that day.

Sharon is a tiny little thing, under 5' but blessed with a set of spectacular breasts that stood up proud. Not huge on some women but huge on her, she wore a size 32" B cup and most of the 32" was out in front.

So full circle, I was home. I got my job back at the mill which pissed off everybody that I had seniority on. I was low man on day shift which meant one man got bumped to swing and one got bumped to graveyard. The one guy, Don gave me some shit about not being man enough to make it in the military but after he had dabbed at his bloody nose for half an hour he shut up about it.

They left me alone after that.

There was two doctors in the little town we lived in, the one was a crusty old fart named Dr. Barnes that looked to be about 90, the other one was an older guy too, maybe 35 or so.

I told Sharon to pick the one she wanted, she picked Dr. Barker.

I can't say as I blamed her.

I remember the first time we went to see him, I was sitting in the waiting room when the nurse came out and got me. She took me back to where Sharon was laying on a table with a sheet over her.

I could tell that she was nude but I didn't think anything of that, after all, this was her Doctor.

He sat me down and told me all sorts of things that were going to happen, I sorta knew some of it since I grew up on a farm with cattle and other animals.

He went on and on about hormone changes and I was getting bored, then he started talking about sex. He said as she got bigger we should use a sidelying position and talked about the importance of regular orgasms for Sharon, that it would be helpful when it came time for delivery because it would keep her nice and relaxed.

I was pretty young and to be honest I never even thought about the sex part while she was pregnant, let alone her orgasms. I pretty much played around awhile and stuck it in. 

Like I said, young.

Then he went on about how we should avoid anal intercourse, I probably looked at him blank about it since I had no idea people even did that.

I guess I was starting to turn pink when he mentioned oral and manual stimulation techniques to assure her regular orgasms.

"Here, let me show you some tricks." He said, and he reached out and pulled the sheet up to Sharon's waist.

Sharon was lying on her back, her knees were together but she was naked, that was a bit of a shock to my system. Here was this old guy, well, I guess he wasn't THAT old, looking at her bare pussy like all this was perfectly normal.

I knew he would have to do that but that was way back in the back of my mind, I never really dwelled on it at all.

"Spread your legs, Sharon." Doctor Barker told her.

She just opened them wide just like that, no hesitation at all.

Now she was lying there with her legs wide open, her pussy looked all shiny like it had some kind of oil or something on it. She looked all puffed up, too, like I had seen her after we had had sex.

I sat there stunned, feeling the flush come to my face.

I saw she had a silly smile on her face and was pointedly looking up at the ceiling. Doctor Barker reached out and touched her, letting the fingers trail gently down the side of Sharon's vagina. Her upper body shuddered and I saw her teeth bite her lower lip.

"When you stimulate her, be very gentle." He smiled. His fingers began to explore her, then he placed both hands on her upper thighs and using just his thumbs did several quick upwards flicks across her clit which was now peeking out and getting larger.


Sharon shuddered again and then her hips pushed upwards as she exploded into orgasm. Her eyelids fluttered and her mouth came open, she uttered a long groan as her body pressed at his hands.

I didn't know what to say and do, I was thinking this must be normal. After all, he was a Doctor.

"Be sure and pay attention to her entire body," he told me.

"We found out earlier that Sharon's breasts are particularly sensitive".

He reached up and slid the sheet down, using his fingers to make slow circles around her nipples, finally rolling each one between his thumb and index finger as she lay there quivering.

"Do it like that during and after sex."

Then he recovered her with the sheet, walked to the washbasin and washed his hands.

"You can handle that, can't you?" he smiled as he turned back to me.

"Uhhh...yes, I think so." I am sure I was red as a beet.

He had me go back out to the waiting room.

Sharon came out looking like everything was perfectly normal, but my mind was in a whirl. We drove home and the vision in my head had me going, we fucked like minks from one end of the house to the other.

It was a couple of weeks to her next appointment, Sharon went by herself because I was at work. After dinner that evening I asked her how the appointment went.

"Oh just fine, the Doctor says I am normal and everything is going well."

"Good. Did he...you know, touch you again?"

"Yes, he says it is really important."

"That seems funny to me!" I blurted.

"Oh, don't be silly. He is a Doctor. He says I need to be nice and loose to help with the delivery because I am so small."

Well, whatever.

That night I stroked her like he had showed me and even managed to get her to orgasm with my hands, then after we had fucked I stroked her breasts, I got rewarded with the same soft sighs.

"How was that?" I wanted to know.

"Fine. Wonderful."

Somehow I wanted her to be a lot more enthusiastic than that.

But I also got more or less used to the idea that the Doctor was giving her orgasms at each visit. We were both so very young we simply didn't know any different.

By the last three months we quit having actual sex, although I used my hands and my mouth and even though I was so horny I almost couldn't stand it, I managed.

Sharon helped me with that, spending long periods jacking me off with her hands. Once she commented that I was almost as big as the tool the doctor used.

"Tool?"

"Yes, it's a long thing he pushes in me to stretch me out more."

"A long thing?" I was curious now.

"Yes, just a tube, they keep getting larger each visit, too."

"Then he makes me...you know...around it." 

I swear she blushed at that.

"How big?" I asked her.

She made a circle with her fingers, about the size of a coffee cup.

"Hell! Doesn't that hurt?"

"No, not really."

The big day arrived, at 3 o'clock in the morning of course. Sharon spent a solid 6 hours in the delivery room, producing a fine 8 pound baby boy. Considering she weighed just 93 pounds the day she got pregnant and 98 pounds the day after she delivered, you can imagine what she looked like.

Bit like a garter snake that ate a basketball, I had joked at her. Hell, her navel had inverted and stuck straight out, I was sure it would never go back in but it did. A big plus was the cocoa butter I had rubbed her down with every single day, she didn't have a single stretch mark, not one.

I went to the hospital to visit her, back then they kept a new mom for 2 to 3 days normally.

The nurse told me I could go on back, even though it wasn't visiting hours.

I found her room, she shared it with another woman who had delivered the same day. I heard voices as I approached, there was a man standing there talking to the other woman as I came in. I saw that some drapes were pulled to block the view from the hallway, but they were open into each side of the room. There were these two huge sunlamps set up, I had no idea what they were for.

Without thinking, I walked up to the foot of Sharon's bed. She was lying there with her legs spread as wide as they could go, the sun lamp shining directly on her pussy which looked huge and swollen. I noticed all the pubic hair was gone, she was completely shaven.

The other man, obviously the other woman's husband looked at me and then at Sharon.

"Hello." he said and looked back at his wife, who was also lying there spread wide open, her pussy was shaven too.

"Uhh...hi." I answered, taking a second look.

Just then the nurse came in and pulled the curtain around farther, like that did any good. Now the other man was inside the curtain but it only came partway and I was standing there with a clear view into the other room.

The woman just looked at me and smiled, then went back to talking to her husband, seemingly unconcerned. If anything, she opened her legs even more.

I tried to keep my attention focussed on Sharon, but that isn't easy when a bare pussy is just ten feet away, I kept glancing up at the other lady and each time I did she glanced at me.

Finally the other man came out and left, taking a long slow look at Sharon lying there as he did.

Then the nurse brought in the woman's baby, she pulled her top aside and set the child at her breast, squeezing a drop of milk into it's mouth. It figured that out in seconds and latched on. She lay back and closed her eyes, not even bothering to cover her other breast. Her nipples were big and soft looking compared to Sharon's which were like tight little buttons.

The nurse looked at me, tugged ineffectually at the curtain but it was as far as it would go so she just shrugged and gave up.

A few minutes later the same nurse brought in our son, I was treated to the same scene as she set him in place and his mouth opened to find Sharon's nipple.

Then Doctor Barker arrived. He told us everything went normally, patted me on the shoulder telling me I had done a good job because the delivery was easy.

Then he told me to keep up with giving Sharon orgasms, that it was important to the healing process, it seems she had a couple of stitches inside I couldn't see.

Then he went over to the other woman's bed, and spoke quietly to her. In short order I heard some obvious sounds, glancing at them I could see the doctor was stroking her as she lay there nursing the child, she orgasmed very quickly.

She looked up at me and smiled, still completely unashamed as the doctor left.

It's a wonder I didn't jump the chubby old nurse on the way out of there.

It was years later before I realized that Doctor Barker's methods were...well, not completely normal?

Perhaps. But they sure worked.

This one is a partly true story, our son is 40 now. When our Sarah was born some 4 years later, Sharon had a different doctor.

To this day, I think Doctor Barker was probably the better of the two. When I asked him about orgams and helping her to stretch he looked at me like I was crazy.

I did it anyway, it worked. 



Doctor, Doctor



I had gone to see the doctor just to get a prescription refilled. Arriving a little early, I checked in and was told to take a seat in the waiting room. After a few minutes, my name was called and I followed the nurse into a small examining room, the doctor arriving a few minutes later and closing the door.

"Hey, how are you," I said, smiling at him as he took a seat across from me.

"Good," he replied. "You're looking good. Is every thing all right?"

"Yes. I just came in to get this prescription refilled."

He looked at the medicine I had in my hand and as he took it from me, his hand brushed against mine. His touch was soft yet firm. I watched him as he read the bottle and noticed that he would look at me out of the corner of his eye as he read. For some reason, I found myself getting a little uncomfortable. I shouldn't have but just from the way he was looking at me, I started to squirm a little in my chair.

"I'm glad you came in today," he said after a few minutes. "I just happen to have an article here about this medicine and you're the first person I have seen that is using it so maybe we should go over this and we'll see what you think."

I nodded and listened as he explained what the article was all about and how it might affect me. As he talked, I watched his eyes. They were soft and kind and when he looked at me, they had a glint in them, almost smiling as he continued reading and talking about the article. I never like going to the doctor but after a little while, I started to relax a little, listening to him and watching him as he continued.

"You know, this probably won't help you at all," he finally said, putting the article down and looking me straight in the eye. "You seem to have everything under control so I don't think we should mess with what you're doing."

Again I just nodded.

"Is there any thing else I can do for you today?" he asked after filling out a prescription form.

"As a matter of fact, I have another question," I said, clearing my throat. "Is there other products like Viagra on the market yet?"

"There aren't any just yet but they are close. There is a lot of testing going on right now and some other products should be hitting the market soon. Why do you ask? Are you having erection problems?"

"Well, I've used Viagra before and found it helped quite a bit but it is very expensive, so I was wondering if there was anything cheaper out there."

"Are you having a problem getting an erection or sustaining one?" he asked.

"Sustaining one is the biggest problem. I don't seem to have a problem becoming erect but sometimes, I lose it quickly," I said, my face getting a little red.

"I see," he responded. "Maybe we should have a look."

Taken by surprise, I just looked at his smiling face and didn't say anything.

"It's ok," he said. "I don't have another appointment for a few minutes and maybe I can help you."

Again I didn't say anything. He saw my embarrassment and smiled.

"Why don't you get up on the table and let me have a look."

I almost stumbled as I got out of my chair and moved over to the table. As I started to get up on it, he motioned for me to undo my pants.

"Just pull your pants down to your ankles and swing your legs up onto the table then lie back and relax."

I slowly pulled my pants down around my ankles and swung my legs up on the table as he had instructed. My cock was semi erect and he noticed it right away as he moved over me. I put my head on the small pillow and tried to relax as he moved closer to me. I watched him as he examined me, taking my cock in his hand, examining it closely. His touch was soft and he soon had me fully erect.

"Everything looks good," he said as he looked under my head and around my balls. 

I felt his hand, go down and cup my balls and he started to gently massage them.

"How does that feel?" he asked, looking at me.

"Fine," was all I could say as the feeling of his hand on me, was starting to feel better and better.

He moved his hand up and started to run it up and down my length, rubbing my head and dipping a finger tip into my slit. I jumped a little when he first did it and he looked at me and smiled.

"Your penis is very sensitive," he said as he continued rubbing up and down it. "It doesn't take you long to ejaculate, does it?"

"No," I answered in a raspy voice. "I don't last very long, if that is what you're asking."

"I can see that," he said, taking his hand off me. "You can get dressed now."

I slowly swung my legs down off the table and pulled up my pants, carefully stuffing my erection into them. He motioned for me to sit down again. As I sat down, he looked at me with the smile still on his face.

"There's nothing abnormal about your situation," he said. "Most men your age, have a similar problem. There really isn't anything that can be done about it but changing your approach and your methods, may be the only way to improve your stability and length of sustained erection before ejaculation. Try different positions and maybe this will improve your performance. Do you involve a lot of foreplay in your love making?"

"Yes. I love foreplay and that's the problem. I spend too much time on foreplay and lose my erection during it," I answered, slightly squirming in my seat.

"Ok, here you go. Try this and let me know how it works out. Make an appointment for next week and come in to see me," he said as he handed me the prescription slip and again smiled.

"Ok, thanks," I said as I left the room. "See you next week."

"Good luck," he called after me.

I made the appointment and as I drove home, I kept feeling his hand on me. I almost missed my turn, as my mind was not on where I was going but was on his soft hands, rubbing my erection and the feeling of them on me. I had never been touched sexually by another man but I had found my first time quite pleasant.

That night I tried the pills for the first time and found that they did help. My erection did sustain itself for a longer period and I enjoyed myself more than I had for a long time. I didn't say anything to my wife about having taken the pills and she was quite surprised, I lasted as long as I did, considering the past. We enjoyed each other for the week, making love every night, my erection standing up and staying for longer periods each night. All through the week, I kept remembering the doctor's touch and how his hands had felt. As the day of my appointment came closer, I was looking forward to seeing him again, hoping he would examine me again.

Again I arrived a little early and checked in, taking a seat in the waiting room. My name was called and I was left in an examining room. I could feel my cock starting to rise as the doctor entered the room. He looked at me and then my crotch and smiled.

"I see the pills helped," he said as he sat down next to me.

"Yes they did and my wife was quite impressed with my stamina," I said, smiling back at him, my face turning a little red. 

I watched him as we talked and noticed him looking more and more at my bulge that was quite apparent in the front of my pants. Finally, to my relief, he reached across and put his hand on my crotch, gently rubbing the bulge in my pants. I leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes, letting him rub my erection, enjoying the feeling of his hands on me again.

"Let's have a look," he finally said, snapping me back to reality.

I opened my eyes and found him closer than he had been before. I didn't waste any time in pulling my pants down and getting up on the table.

"I see you've been busy," he grinned at me as he wrapped his hand around my throbbing cock. "You were looking forward to today, weren't you?"

"Yes," I stammered as his hand started rubbing up and down my fully erect penis.

I looked down the length of my body just as his mouth surrounded my cock while I felt his hands on my balls, gently massaging them. His mouth felt so warm and inviting as he started to bob slightly up and down, sucking on me and running his tongue in and out of my slit. I just lay back and closed my eyes, letting him do whatever he wanted. I soon felt my balls starting to tingle.

"I think I'm coming," I said, raising my head up and looking at him.

He didn't take his mouth off my cock but started to suck on it harder as my balls began to tighten. I came in his mouth, spraying my hot come up into him as he sucked and swallowed all I could give him. After I had finished, he slowly licked and sucked me clean and then took my softening cock out of his mouth. Looking at me, he smiled.

"I enjoy sucking a cock," he said. "I love the taste of come and yours tasted especially sweet."

I didn't know how to answer him so I just lay back and relaxed.

"I hope you didn't mind me doing that to you?" he asked, moving away from me.

Mind. Hell, I thought, you could do that anytime you wanted, for all I cared. I loved the feeling of him on me, and spewing my hot come up into his mouth. As I got off the table, he was watching me with a big grin on his face. I dressed and sat down beside him again.

"Thanks. That felt great," I said finally. "You're the first man who has ever sucked my cock and I enjoyed it tremendously."

"Good," he said as he gently rubbed his hand across my crotch. "I enjoyed it as much as you did and I wouldn't mind doing it again anytime you like."

I couldn't believe what he was saying. Here was a man asking me if I would let him suck my cock whenever I wanted. I wasn't sure exactly what to say but I finally blurted out, "I'd like that."

He smiled and gave my crotch a gent squeeze before getting up. I noticed he had a bulge in the front of his pants as he stood in front of me and I found myself not able to take my eyes off it. I finally looked up into his smiling eyes. He had a funny grin on his face as he reached down and rubbed his hand across his bulge.

I watched him in kind of a haze as he slowly unzipped his pants and pulled them down over his hips. My eyes never left the bulge in his pants and now there was only his underwear between me, and his hard cock. My eyes widened when he pulled his underwear down and his cock sprang out, pointing straight at me. I watched mesmerized as he ran his hand up and down his length, stopping to run his fingers around his head. He must have seen the lust in my eyes as he moved closer to me, holding his cock out in front of him. As he neared, I could smell him and I reached out, pulling him to me and engulfing his hard cock with my mouth.

I felt his head against my lips and the softness of his it as it slowly slid into me. I had never done this before but I wanted to satisfy him as much as he had me, just a few minutes before. I slowly ran my tongue around his head and played with his slit, running the tip of my tongue in and out of it a he groaned slightly above me. I then took as much as him into me as I could and started to suck on him. He held my head against him as I sucked and licked at him like I never wanted to let him go. He groaned over and over as I brought him closer to coming.

Finally, he told me he was coming and I felt his cock reach the back of my throat as I continued sucking him into me. Suddenly I felt him twitch a little and then a torrent of hot come splashed across my tongue and started down my throat. I swallowed as best I could and soon had swallowed all he offered. He groaned loudly as he came and grown his hips against my face as I sucked and licked him gently as his cock softened. Slowly I let him take his cock out of my mouth and I held it in my hand as he stepped back slightly.

I looked up and he was watching me with a wide smile on his face.

"Thank you," he said. "You didn't have to do that but I'm glad you did."

"I enjoyed it too," I said, standing up in front of him as he pulled his pants up and zipped them.

We just stood looking at each other for a few moments, grinning. 

"Maybe we should look into this again," he said, the grin on his face deepening.

"Maybe we should," I answered, not taking my eyes off his face.

He sat down and motioned me to do the same. I sat down and we talked for a few minutes before he looked at his watch and I knew he had someone else to see. We made arrangements to meet later that week and as I left the room, he held the door for me, and patted my ass. I turned around and smiled at him.

"So you want more," I said, laughing as I watched his face.

"Maybe," he said. "Maybe."

"We'll see," I answered as I walked away and into the other room. 

I felt his eyes on my back and as I got to the door, I looked back and found him watching me. I smiled and he gave me a little wave as I disappeared. I sat in my car in the parking lot for a long time remembering his mouth on me and how his hard cock had felt inside mine. I couldn't wait until we met again. I wanted more of him and I was sure that he felt the same. We'd see as we were going to meet the next night. Maybe my problem was as big as I thought because as I sat in the car, I was getting erect again. I reached down and absent mindedly, rubbed my crotch with my hand and closed my eyes, thinking of the doctor and his touch.



Doctor, doctor



As women, we have all thought about it now and then. Whether it is in disgust, mild curiosity, or if it is an utter turn-on is irrelevant. When you are on the examination table, your feet are in the stirrups, and the doctor is prodding and poking you with those cold metal instruments, you are at your most vulnerable. Maybe it is a fleeting thought or something you can’t get out of your head, it is there-- what would feel like if those gloved fingers started stroking me? I recently had that question answered for me.

I had changed from a male ob/gyn to a woman. My friends had all explained how much more comfortable these examinations were coming from someone who knew what you were going through. I was just as apprehensive about my appointment with the new doctor as I always was about my others but Dr. Mary’s reputation was impressive so I decided to give her a whirl. Her office was bright. The nurses and receptionists, all women, were so very kind and cheerful. It was all contagious. I felt all my apprehensions about switching doctors fade away well before meeting Dr. Mary.

I sat in the examination room awaiting instruction from the nurse. She stuck her head in the door and motioned for me to follow her. “Dr. Mary would like to speak with you in her office before the examination.” she explained. Seeing my concern, she smiled brightly and said “She just likes to get to know each of her patients. Nothing to worry about. I promise.” She led me into a sunshiny room that did not in the least bit resemble an office. I looked for a desk but there were only a few overstuffed chairs and a comfy looking sofa. Happy, upbeat music played softly in the background and pictures of beautiful newborn babies adorned the walls.

“The doctor will be right in with you.” she told me. “Just make yourself comfortable.” I stepped into the room and walked around the large room, looking at the pictures of babies and radiant new mothers. I thought back to my two little ones at home and smiled softly at the memory of holding them for the first time.  “You have two right?” a soft voice said, startling me.

“Uh, yes I do.” I stammered as I turned around. I found myself looking into the clearest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Her pale hair seemed as fine and as soft as cotton candy. The name stitched on her white coat identified her as Dr. Mary, but she looked so young and sweet, I found myself wondering how she ever survived the rigors of medical school. She smiled at me sweetly and moved into the room with her hand outstretched toward me. She moved with a natural grace that I had never seen from anyone else before and when I realized that I was staring I looked away quickly. Standing in front of me, I could see she was tiny, making me feel big and awkward. Instead of shaking my hand like I had expected her to do, she clasped it between hers. I felt the fire from her touch light in my fingertips and spread through my bloodstream. My cheeks burned in embarrassment at my reaction but she seemed to be oblivious to my discomfort.

“I’m so happy to meet you. It’s always a pleasure when we get a new friend here.” she told me with sincerity. I looked into her eyes and knew that I could easily get lost in their depths. “Tell me about yourself?” she asked, leading me to one of the chairs. She fell back onto the couch, slipped her shoes off, and drew her feet under her. It struck me that this seemed more like a pleasant visit with a friend than a doctor’s appointment.

I begin to outline my medical history, as I would do with any other doctor, but quickly shut my mouth when she begin to laugh.

“I have your file. I know all about your medical history but that just you, the patient, not you, the person. I’m going to be seeing you through a pregnancy and childbirth. That makes me a big part of your life and you a big part of mine.” she said softly. What she said begin to sink in and I knew that she must be mistaken.

“But I’m not.....You must have me mixed up with someone else. I’m just here for my yearly checkup. I’m on birth control.” I stammered.

She smiled, “Trust me. I have a sixth sense for these things. We’ll set up an appointment for next week to go through all the tests, ok?”

I just stared at her, unsure what to do. I couldn’t say anything. Obviously this enchanting woman had me mixed up with someone else. She had to. She must be mistaken. As these things were passing through my head, I suddenly remember the nausea that I had been going through. I just passed it off as part of the stomach bug that had been floating around my family. It occurred to me that I also hadn’t had a period this month. I was never one to count the days so it easily slipped past without notice.

Dr. Mary was just letting me absorb all of this. When I looked up at her again, I knew that she was right and the rush of emotions hit me fully. She smiled knowingly and leaned over to take my hand in hers again. The fire from before picked up right where it left off. This was too much for me to handle all at once and I felt the tears as they begin to roll down my cheeks. I just stared into her understanding eyes and cried. She just held onto my hand and said nothing.

I didn’t tell her anything about myself that day, nor did she tell me anything about herself. There just wasn’t time. But I felt closer to her than I ever had to anyone else. I didn’t know why but when I left that office, I felt like a changed person.

I showed up for the next appointment, my stomach churning withanticipation, at seeing Dr. Mary again and at confirming what I already knew to be true. I hadn’t told anyone about what I learned from my last visit yet. I wanted to be 100 percent about it before I did. I was led into an examination room by the same cheery nurse that I saw last time I was here. She was chatty as she handed me a soft hospital gown and a paper sheet for my legs. Lost in my own thoughts, I found it impossible to follow her conversation as she flitted around the room. I realized that she had asked me a question that I did not hear when I found her looking at me inquisitively.

She smiled and repeated, “Is there anything else I can get you?” When I shook my head, she headed for the door and said, “You can put those on and Dr. Mary will be here in just a couple of minutes.”

Just hearing her name put my stomach in knots...or maybe it was the baby. I stripped down, folded my clothes neatly on the chair, and put on the gown with the slit in the front like the nurse had instructed. I sat down on the very edge of the cold examination table and got more and more nervous by the second. I didn’t understand my reaction to this woman and it scared me.

Before I had anymore time to explore this, there was a small courtesy knock at the door before it opened. Dr. Mary stepped in and shut the door behind her. It seemed to me that her eyes moved up and down my body but I wrote it off as my own paranoia. She smiled that beautiful smile of hers and instantly put me at ease.

“Hey there. How are you feeling today?” she asked me.

“I’m good. Ready to find out for sure whether or not I’m going to have a baby....but otherwise I’m fine.” She crossed the room and fished a pair of latex gloves from an open box on the counter. “Do you want me to lay back?” I asked.

“Nope. First, I need to do a breast check.” I felt my heartbeat quicken at the thought of her hands on my breasts. I couldn’t seem to control my responses around this woman! My breath was stuck in my throat as she reached up to part my gown. I almost gasped when her hand began to prod me. As she moved from the right to the left, her fingers lightly grazed my nipple. It was instantly hard as a pebble and my face turned scarlet. She finished prodding me and closed my gown.

“All is well there.” she said softly. “Lay back on the table and I’ll get you a pillow.” I spread the paper sheet over my legs and laid back. She came around the table and slipped her hand under my head. “Here you go. I know this isn’t the most comfortable process but it’ll be over soon.” she said, apparently sensing my tension. I was not even thinking of the actual procedures she was preparing to perform. I was just wondering what reaction I would have to it. I heard her roll her stool over and position it at the end of the bed. She gently grasped one of my legs and put my foot into a stirrup. As she did the other leg, she began to explain what she was going to do and why. Her sweet voice washed over me and I felt myself begin to relax despite the circumstances.

As her gloved fingers and the cold metal tools touched me, I felt myself growing hot and wet. The feeling of her so close to me was more than my body could take. My nipples hardened even more and I just prayed that she couldn’t tell how turned on I was.

Within minutes, she was finished. She got up and came around to help me sit up. There was a faint blush on her cheeks that I hadn’t noticed before.

“Well just from this exam, I can definitely tell you are pregnant. Most people need more confirmation than even that so I’ll call you once we get the blood work done and it gets back to me, to let you know what it said. Okay?” I just nodded my head. She sat a small box down on the counter and pointed to them. “Take one of those vitamins everyday with breakfast. They’ll also help with any nausea you might have. You’ve had two other little ones before so I’m counting on your expertise here.” she told me with a big smile. I nodded again, afraid that if I opened my mouth to speak that I would say something incredibly stupid.

“Okay, then. We’ll set you up with an appointment for a month from now and I’ll see you then. Of course, I’ll call as soon as your results get here. Assuming there are no questions...” she said as she left me.

In the months afterward, I saw her every month like clockwork. She was always kind and supportive but it seemed as if she was nervous around me. We both seemed to chatter endlessly whenever I was there, trying to keep any silence that might leak in filled. I lived for those few minutes, each month, that her hands would caress my distended tummy.

My desire for the petite doctor did not lessen my desire for my husband. As a matter of fact, I think that he was surprised by my huge sexual appetite with this pregnancy. With the others, I could have taken or left sex but now every time he was still enough, I was on him. It seemed as if I was constantly pushing him down my body so that his head rested between my legs. As I grew bigger, so did my need. Sometimes I would find him looking at me inquisitively, particularly after one of my appointments with Dr. Mary but he never did voice his questions. He just gave me what I wanted and I lovingly returned the favor.

For just a few moments in time, he was Dr. Mary, touching me just like I wanted her to. My husband’s rough skin was imagined away and it was her soft hands and mouth giving me pleasure. I never gave an indication of my thoughts but in my mind, her golden hair was draped over my thighs as she kissed me in the most private of places. The intoxicating blend of the gentle doctor and my hard husband sent me to heights that I had never known possible.

I longed for that last month of pregnancy like nothing ever before. I couldn’t wait to have Dr. Mary touching me where I burned so hotly for her. I knew that it was a medical procedure but whenever I imagined those slick, gloved fingers sliding into me, I grew so wet and aroused that I had to go and seek relief immediately.

I sat on the edge of the cold examination table, naked from the waist down. The only thing covering me was a paper sheet. I was already hot and wet with my thoughts of what was to come. I knew from past experiences that it would be a quick examination that would be over way too soon but it didn’t lessen my anticipation.

Dr. Mary walked through the door without looking at me. She was making some notes on the chart in her hand. “Lay back.” she said without any of the warmth from my previous visits. I laid back, my head resting on the pillow already behind me. Flames of heat shot up my legs as she positioned my feet in the stirrups. She slowly peeled back the paper sheet and in my mind I saw what she saw-- a hot, dripping wet pussy....a throbbing hard clit....

I smiled broadly at her sharp intake of breath. I wasn’t embarrassed anymore. I wanted this woman. I wanted her bad. And I wanted her to know it.

For a long moment, I couldn’t hear anything over my pounding heart. I was happy she now knew how much I desired her but the moment of truth was here. How would she react? I told myself I wouldn’t be disappointed if she ignored it but as the seconds ticked away without a sound from her, it started weighing down on me. What did I expect her to do? To just start fucking me with her fingers?!? To strip down and press her soft body to mine?!?! She was a doctor for God’s sake!

I lifted my head slightly to sneak a peek at her but my pregnant belly was in the way. I bit down on my lip sharply when I felt her finger enter me. I didn’t know what to make of it. Was she examining me or was she...

I got my answer. Her finger began a slow rhythm in and out of me. She added another and I felt my body melt into the table. It was then that I realized I was feeling her...not the gloves. As she worked my cunt slowly with two fingers, her thumb brushed lightly over my clit. I moaned loudly and she rewarded me by pushing harder.

“Mmmmm...so wet.” i heard her voice but didn’t recognize it. It was deep and husky with desire. I started to get up and touch her back but she stood from her perch on the stool and pushed me back down gently. “Not yet. I’ve been waiting to do this since I first saw this sweet little pussy. You’ll get your turn.”

She left me for a moment to lock the examination room door and I whimpered at the loss. She came back and took the paper sheet from my body. As she begin to unbutton my blouse, she smiled at me appreciatively. “Soft and round in all the right places. And these breasts....” she breathed, fondling my nipples through the satin material of my bra “ they were meant to be played with.”

“Put your arms behind your head.” she commanded. I looked into her passion darkened eyes with question but did as she said. She reached under me and unsnapped my bra. I watched as she pulled it from my body, leaving me completely exposed to her eyes. Her small pink tongue ran slowly over her lips as her eyes moved over me. As she dipped her head down and took my sensitive nipple into her mouth, I felt a liquid fire raging through my body. Her hands moved lovingly over the large mound she had been keeping a watch over all these months.

Going around the table, she stood behind my head. She placed her hands on either side of me and leaned over my face, pressing her rosebud lips to mine. Her tongue dipped inside my slightly open mouth, drawing my tongue out to play with hers. Her mouth was hot and tasted of peppermint candy. I reached my hands up and blindly grappled with her shirt. Raising it enough to slip underneath, I ran my palms over her perfectly shaped tits. I eased her bra up, found her taunt nipples, and began to roll them between my fingertips. She gasped against my mouth and i wondered if they tasted as sweet as the tongue she was circling my lips with did.

“I want to taste them.” My voice was as husky as hers.

She came to my side and helped me into a sitting position on the table. I watched closely as she began to slowly undress for me. Her white coat hit the floor, followed by her shirt and bra. When I first looked at her naked breasts, I felt a twinge of embarrassment. Hers were so small and perfect, whereas, mine were enormous and heavy. But when I saw the desire in her eyes as she looked at me, the embarrassment disappeared.

I beckoned to her with a crook of my finger. She came to me and pressed her body against mine. I pushed her back enough to duck my head and take her nub into my mouth. It was a sweetness I had never tasted before. She melted under my mouth and had to hold onto my shoulders for support. My lips moved back and forth hungrily between her tits, nibbling, sucking, loving them completely. Her pretty head was thrown back in pure abandonment, moaning loudly, egging me on. I felt almost as if I could cum just by giving her this pleasure.

Her fingers tangled in my hair and mine moved down to to touch her more intimately. I unbuttoned her jeans, my mouth never leaving her nipples. Pushing them down a little, I slipped a finger inside her cotton panties. I could feel the heat emitting from her cunt before I even touched it. She began moving her hips, pressing me to touch her. I ran my finger down and up her slippery slit. It felt so good. She moved in closer between my knees and slipped a finger a finger inside me, rubbing my g-spot softly. I pushed against it and rammed mine home inside her. She was leaning heavily on me, her head buried in my shoulder, kissing the skin there. Our fingers moved in and out of each other in rhythm. She stroked my clit with her thumb and i did the same to her. Our bodies rose to a fevered pitch together, out separate moaning becoming one.

Just as I felt myself tense up against the sensations of her fingers, she pulled them away from me. Bending down in front of me, she stuck her tongue deep inside of me, wiggling it around wildly. I fell back on the table and let her mouth work its magic. She fucked me with her tongue, stopping every one in awhile to suck roughly on my clit. I grabbed the sides of the table and bucked my hips up, meeting each and every thrust of her tongue. It was ecstasy. I grabbed her hair and pushed her head cruelly into my cunt. This seemed to fuel her passion, as her mouth became even more persistent to draw the cum from my body. Once again my body tightened. She felt it and slipped her hand under me to grab my ass and pull me closer to her. Burying her face in my cunt, she licked each and every drop of my orgasm. I lay in an exhausted heap on the table as she lovingly licked me inside and out.

“Your turn.” I said struggling to set up. She shook her head, “No, you can’t get bent down like this with the baby.”

“I don’t plan on it.” I said with a naughty grin. “Sit on my face.” She gave me a small smile then it broadened as I lay back and waited. I felt completely satiated but I still wanted so bad to taste her. She scrambled awkwardly onto the examination table and over my face. I could smell how aroused she was and I pulled her down onto my mouth. Her knees were on either side of my head, her heads braced against the wall. I ran my tongue slowly up and down her slit just like I had with my finger earlier. I felt her shift against me, her body wanting more. I reached my hand up and slipped a finger inside her. She was so hot and wet that when I took the finger out, it was sopping. I sucked her sweetness from my finger and slipped it back inside. She pressed down against it and whimpered, still wanting more. I put another finger inside her and began fucking her slowly with them. Her cunt dripped on my face as I ran my tongue up and around her hard little clit. She moaned and begged for more. My fingers moved in and out of her faster, my tongue licked her faster. She reached one hand down and started flicking at her nipples. She was riding my mouth and I was becoming hot again watching her. The graceful way her body moved against my mouth was beautiful. She squeezed my head with her knees as her orgasm built. I sucked her clit as hard as I could and caressed her g-spot. I felt her cunt tighten and the warm flush of her juices against my fingers. She cried out softly as the climax hit its peak. I replaced my fingers with my tongue, drawing out every drop of her sweet cum.

As she helped me back into my clothes, she stopped every few seconds to kiss my lips. We held on to each other for a long moment before she escorted me to the waiting room door. We didn’t touch again, for obvious reasons, but the look that passed between us was so hot that I felt the wetness between my legs come back.




Doctor, doctor



I sat in my car for awhile thinking of how my fantasies has finally come true. I didn’t know what would happen at next week’s appointment or at any other point in the future but right then, I didn’t care. 



Doctor, Doctor



The elevator stops at the lobby and she looks inside. Its full of people but there is room for just one more. She sighs looking at her watch and decides that if she doesn't get this elevator she will be late so she slips inside. Not really being able to budge or move more then a few inches either way. She fidgets for a moment and as the elevator comes to its first stops it catches her a bit off guard and she is pushed backward against the man behind her. Embarrassed she mumbles an apology as she brushes her ass against his groin. She feels herself blush from head to toe but she distinctly feels a hard on press back against her ass. She turns her head over her shoulder to get a look at the man that possesses this tool. And he smiles at her. He has that boyish charm about him.

There are a fewer people in the elevator now and he steps closer to her. She feel his breath on the back of her neck as he bends to press a small kiss to the back of her neck. No one else notices...everyone else has moved to the front of the elevator. Its a big elevator because its a hospital elevator. The one that has a door on either side. He steps back against the door in the back of the elevator...She notice his name tag says MD and he is dressed in a lab coat. A Doctor hmmmmm...he must be new. She shudders underneath her scrubs. He grasps her ass with both hands squeezing her cheeks and she moves back against him. The elevator stops again at its second stop and suddenly they are the only ones left inside and she looks at the buttons and sees they are getting off at the same floor. 

She turns to him and suddenly kisses him, wondering to herself all the while what has come over her.

Stunned he returns the kiss, his hands cupping and squeezing her breasts. He groans and pushes against her. Their bodies rubbing and grinding against one another. She can begin to feel his hard erection press against her pelvis. She thinks to herself what a pistol he must be packing.

The elevator shudders and the doors open at the next floor. He motions to her that its his stop and gives her the come hither look. She smiles and takes his hand and together they go to the end of the hall. It's his office. The lobby is empty and all of his staff has gone home.

He locks the main door and escorts her into an examination room.

It's rather spacious and in the center is a examination table.

Stirrups......she thinks to herself.....Oh Gawd what kind of Dr. has she just seduced, she wonders silently.

He tells her to strip and lie on the table. Giving her nipples a squeeze and tug.

She hears his voice for the first time and his British accent makes her whole body quiver. She lies out on the examination table as he adjusts it to get a good view of her. Suddenly there is total darkness as a blindfold is placed over her eyes. Then she hears the unmistakable snap of gloves being slided over his hands. The very sound makes moisture start to grow between her thighs and she begins to move her hands down to spread her pussy lips and rub her clit.

As soon as she does she hears a "Tssssk, Tssk, Tsssk, not yet", escape his lips.

He pulls her hands away from herself and places her hands in restraints that come from the arm rests all the sudden.

She feels the slippery wet feeling of KY jelly being squirted over her pussy lips and she groans softly. Her lips are slowly spread and her inserts a finger slowly gently into her. Pushing in and out getting to feel her. His other fingers slowly brush against her clit, which has just slipped from its hood and exposed itself to him.This makes him laugh and she quivers at the huskiness of his voice. He pinches her clit between two fingers and begins to slowly stroke it like a from the base to the tip of the her nubbin. It has become fully awakened at her arousal and she blushes remembering when her ex told her what a lovely large clit she had. She feels straps around her thighs and wonders what is going on. Her body grinds itself up against him as he slides another finger into her against the first one.

A switch is flipped suddenly and she feels a small vibration against her clit and can feel a small butterfly type vibe being pressed the rest of the way against the top of her wet slit.

As she feels the pleasure start to ripple through her body.

He adds a third finger pressing inside of her and she feels herself start to cum as he begins to stroke her faster. He alternates between a fast rhythm and then starts to make long teasing strokes. She feels a gush of cum run out over her thighs all hot and sticky wet as he pumps her. 

She almost utters a protest as she feels two more fingers slide tightly into her slit.

She just can't believe what is happening and he begins to slide his whole fist back and forth inside of her. She lifts her ass off the table in response urging him forward.

Groaning and panting as he explores her to the fullest. He pushes and pulls and she can hear what a naughty slut she is as squishing and slopping noises begin to feel the room.

She feels a flush of red flow through her body realizing that she is the source of the new sounds.

The vibrations increase for a moment but then he decides to just push the butterfly away and let his fingers do the walking on her clit. She can feel her moisture on her thighs and her it as she rubs against the table she's strapped to. She quivers and moans as multiple orgasms just ripple through her body.

Thinking to herself.....I never knew it could feel like this.

Her body heaves and convulses and then everything goes black for a moment as she nearly passes out.

He chuckles again and slowly starts to pull his fist from inside her.

She groaned as the convulsions and shudders pulsed like small sparks from head to toe. Feeling empty she suddenly felt the bonds released from her arms.

She reached for him and pulled his hips close to her mouth.

Letting him slap his cock against her cheeks and then slowly rub it over the features of her face.

Teasingly darting her tongue out over the tip as it was brushed against her lips.

How her eyes burned with hunger as she saw the length and girth of his rigid member.

She wanted to suckle him.

He wanted her to plead for it and beg.

He laughed again as he saw that in her eyes...."C'mon you bold sassy woman.....Ask for it."

She gulped looking up to meet his gaze on hers.

Her throat was dry and she had to work up a little saliva in her mouth just to be able to speak the words.

"Please" was all that escaped her lips.

"Please, what?" was his cocky remark.

She groaned and asked again "Please let me suck your cock".

Making him laugh again...."Well since you asked so nicely.....Is this what you want little slut?"

"Oh yes", she groaned.

He waited for a moment and then when her lips parted again he pushed the full length of his cock into her mouth and down her throat, hearing her gag slightly.

"Mmmmmmm, yeah take it, take it all", he groaned thrusting against her.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up so he could watch her face as he began to fuck it.

He took his time pushing against her with nice slow strokes, hearing her lips pop as he almost pulled it completely out of her mouth.

She could taste the saltiness of his spunk as it pearled on the head of his cock, giving her a little tease of what was to come.

He was going to give it to her allright.

He could feel his body start to heaten up as rushes of pleasure shook him. He felt himself building up like a just lit fuse on a stick of dynamite.

He fucked her mouth quicker now. Feeling her fast nimble tongue rush lap over the tip. Groaning as she teasingly brushed the bottom row of her teeth just barely grazing the underside of his length.

He picked up the pace of his pumping hips.

Her mouth felt like a cunt as he fucked it faster and harder.

She wanted to taste him......she wanted to swallow the salty flood that would feel her mouth....Or so she thought.

It was like she was a cat waiting for the cream.

She sucked him like she hadn't had a cock in months.

He groaned and pulled his cock out of her mouth all the sudden.

She whimpered showing her displeasure and he laughed again.

His hand grasp the length of his cock, starting to stroke it harder.

His fingers rubbing the head.

He groaned feeling his balls tense up as he knew he was fixing to cum.

He milked his cock with his fist.

His whole body tensed up and then he let out a low guttural moan.

Cum shot out of his cock and splattered all over her face and up into her hair. 

It spurted like a water hose when you put your thumb over the spray.

He watched her greedy tongue lap at the cum, and then let her lick his cock clean, watching her lick her fingers. 



Doctor, Doctor



Penny placed herself down in the front seat of the bus just before the driver got things moving again. She pushed her purse back into her handbag, zipped it shut, and turned her attention, with half a heart, to the world beyond the clouded-up windows.

The gentle rumble of the engine worked its way up through the soles of her feet and into her joints. And depths.

The image of the doctor lingered behind her eyes. Teasing. His cropped, dark hair, glistening under the bold lights of the little examination room. Big, bright, blue eyes twinkling as he gesticulated with both hands for every word his lips uttered. But most of all, she remembered his touch.

Her skin still tingled. She reached out with one hand to steady herself on the rail, as the bus lurched around a corner, and the urge to brush across her nipples with the other arm weakened her knees and knotted in her tummy. Between her legs, she grew damp again. Wanton.

The brakes squealed and the vehicle jerked forward, backward, and stopped somewhere in the middle. The driver yelled out an unknown obscenity that cut off before the end, as he no doubt became aware of his surroundings. He got things moving again.

Penny straightened herself up, the moment's discomfort not even close to enough to budge her from her mental meanderings. She focused yet again on the lithe, young doctor whose gentle, careful touch still lingered on her goose-pimpled flesh.

"Oh, God." She clamped her teeth shut and quivered. Wetter. Needful.

The bus turned the final corner and slowed to a crawl as it neared the next stop.

Penny rushed to her feet and grabbed at the rails as she made her way to the front. She savoured the breeze that wafted through the hissing doors as they pried apart. She paused at the front of the vehicle and smiled. "Thanks," she said, before jumping down to the pavement outside. The heels of her shoes clicked as she stepped through the handful of people waiting to get on.

The walk home didn't take long. She reached her front door no more than three minutes from getting off the bus. And she threw her shoes and jacket off, and poured a cold glass of water a moment after that.

The images remained behind her eyes. His smile. The caring nature in his eyes as he felt his way around her left breast, squeezing, pressing, massaging in search of anything out of the ordinary. He didn't find anything of course. She knew he wouldn't. The plan worked very well, though.

Penny opened a few letters, ripped up the contents and discarded the debris in a plastic bag hung over the back door handle.

She sipped at her drink and ascended the stairs to her bedroom.

A pale sheen of sunlight shone through the flimsy curtains, and Penny left them closed as she flopped herself onto the side of the bed and placed her glass down on the night stand. She eased herself back and twisted her body to lay out straight, her head sinking into the big, puffy pillow. Her eyes closed as she settled into position, and she purred a gentle sigh.

The doctor returned.

She lay there for long, glorious seconds, willing herself to re-experience the soft, meticulous touch of his pristine hands. Her lips parted as she watched him brush his fingertips over the side of her breast. She stretched her legs a little further toward the bottom of the bed, and wriggled her bum into the deep snugness of the mattress.

He rotated his wrists and squeezed the the ample flesh in his palm, like a considerate lover. Jesus, he'd be such a good lover. Penny crept one hand away from her side. She moved it up over her belly, with such savoured slowness that her entire being tingled with anticipation. A few more inches. One long, manicured nail clicked against a button of her shirt, the sound almost non-existent but evident to the her enhanced senses.

She prodded at it, twisted it, and, at long last, with a delicate lick of her lips, she pulled it free of the fabric. The cool air of the room lazed through the gap and lingered on her flesh like a wisp of exhaled breath. She shivered for a split second.

The doctor looked straight into her soul. Oh God. He used a little more pressure, kneading the supple mounds with expertise. Don't stop. Don't ever stop. Penny heaved out her chest to his memory. Her nipples burned, trapped in the confines of her clothing. She rushed herself, unable to wait any longer.

Her fingers flipped the buttons of her shirt one after the other, trembling as they moved. Her throat gave a dry squeak with every unfastening. In her mind's eye, she imagined it all as his doing. The inappropriate doctor, throwing aside all sense of ethics to feed his primal desires. Just for me. His senses inflamed by her effect on him.

She pulled apart her shirt, and clasped one hand to the material of her bra. Her heart thudded hard and heavy. Urging her on. She managed to slow herself. For now. The lace fabric teased at her skin as she traced its edges. Back and forth over the top of her left breast. So gentle, sometimes hovering with a tantalising closeness to the bare flesh, but not quite making contact. Just as she wanted him to do.

A deep, longing heat throbbed between her legs, but she didn't give herself to it. Yet.

The pads of her fingers slipped under the edge of her bra and circled the pliable skin, inside. She pictured his lips. Hanging open no more than a fraction of an inch. A slow, almost imperceptible wheeze in his breathing. His digits sneaking so close to the swollen bud of her nipple. So close. The distance unbearable. She enveloped the fleshiness of her bottom lip between her teeth and sighed through her nostrils.

"I can't find anything there, but I'll just check the other one to be sure." His words still rung in her ears, soft spoken, polite, respectful. Oh God, if he'd only misplace that respect for a few seconds. Just a few seconds, that's all it would take.

She gasped and yelped at the same time. The tip of one finger brushed against her nipple and it ached for more. She pinched at it, pushed it from side to side, and into the depth of her ample breast. The bra has to come off. She pawed at the collars of her shirt until they fell down over her shoulders, and yanked it over her arms. She peeled apart her eyes to quicken the process. With ragged, impatient breaths, she reached around to unclasp her restraints. Her bra snapped open, and her breasts sprang free. So free. Naked. Exposed. Nipples engorged with lust, and sensitive to the change in temperature. Desperate for something more.

With a heavy exhalation, she threw herself back into position. One hand rushed to squeeze at the warm, smooth flesh of her breast. The other dipped over her belly and allowed her fingertips to linger at the waistband of her trousers. She kept them there, prolonging the anticipation. Savouring it.

She closed her eyes again.

He looked up and smiled at her. His touch so close to her nipple she could feel his heat on the hard, tingling nub. Oh Christ. "I'm pretty satisfied that it's all clear." He pulled back, his smile unfaltering.

"No," Penny whispered. She eased one fingertip inside her trousers, stroked at the dimpled material of the waistband of her panties, and retrieved it. Her wrist twisted and she fidgeted with the button. The zip fizzled as she inched it down, and the cooler air of the room caressed its way between her thighs, causing her to suck a sharp intake of breath.

"Please don't stop," she whimpered. She pushed her naked breasts toward him, as if chasing his attentions with them. "Touch them."

He shook his head. Rose his hands into the air as if in surrender. "I can't. This is inappropriate."

She saw something in his eyes. He wants to. Rules are rules, but he doesn't want to stop. She delved her hand between the flaps of her trousers and brushed the heel against her pubis. Her fingers twitched as she held back from using them.

"I-" He blinked. "I can't. It's wrong."

"Please. Touch me." She traced her forefinger along the slit of her pussy, through her panties. The lips seared with her every effort. On fire. And so wet. The moisture seeped through her underwear and dampened her probing digit. She pulled it to her mouth and licked at it. She wished it was his mouth. Hungry. Breathless. Unable to resist her.

She caressed both breasts, ran her palm and forearm underneath them, as if offering them to him on a makeshift shelf. "Take me. All of me." Her last word erupted into a high pitched moan, as she nudged against her clitoris. It trembled for more.

"No," he muttered, his eyes locked on the depth of her cleavage.

Penny glanced down at the front of his trousers. She moaned aloud. The material protruded enough to be unnatural. She imagined the thick, hard flesh hiding in there. Wanted it free. "Take it out," she said.

"I can't." He pulled back further. His eyes flickered with fear, and something else. Desire?

"You can. Please. Take your cock out."

He gasped. His lips quivered and flapped as he searched for words.

She pressed harder against her pussy, her fingers glistening from the wetness of the material. The edge of her hand nudged at her clitoris, giving it nowhere near the amount of attention it begged for.

"No." The lump twitched. Every glorious, fat, inch of it.

Penny pulled her panties aside. Her pussy throbbed as she exposed it to the coolness of the room. She tugged at her trousers until they were low enough on her legs to allow her to spread them apart. Loud, liquid groans escaped her lips as she settled back into position.

"Touch it," she rasped. "Please. Touch my pussy."

He fell silent. Stiff. Frozen.

She slipped a finger into the soaking cleft, cooing as her hot pussy enveloped it with frustrating slowness. "It's so tight," she said, glaring right up into his eyes. "Such a snug fit." Her voice crackled more with every syllable.

He watched.

"Or maybe you'd prefer me to suck it, first?" She massaged the erect bud of her clitoris with the pad of her thumb. Sheer pleasure oozed through her body. Getting better with every passing second. She pinched at her nipples, squeezing them from the base to the stiff, sensitive tips.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" My little mouth, wrapped around that big cock of yours? Sucking it. Licking at it. Taking it as deep as my throat allows."

It twitched again. A lot more this time. He remained silent.

"Maybe you could push me onto my knees. I could kneel in front of you, like a good little slut."

She rubbed harder at her clitoris, pulling her finger out of her pussy to apply more effort.

"I could be your dirty little slut." The words scuttled out of her throat in a breathless flurry. "You could rub your cock against my face, leave my skin all sticky and wet. Tease me. Make me beg for it. Make me beg-" She yelped and whined as the first waves of pleasure swept through her being.

Her fingers slowed, massaging around her swollen labia, and delving in and out of her wet hole. She used the slickness to lubricate the burning little nub of her clitoris, before rotating it in uneven circles.

"Make me beg to have your cock in my mouth. Please. Please let me have your big, hard cock in my mouth. Let me suck it. Let me show you how good I can suck it for you."

She used the tips of her thumb and forefinger to pinch at her clitoris, squeezing with gentle determination. Her chest heaved and deflated with every pant of her lungs. She rubbed harder. Faster. Getting closer.

"And when your cock is all wet from my mouth, you can take it out. Pull it right out. Tease me with it. Tempt me with it. Make me think you're taking it away."

She prodded at her clitoris. Moving it in every direction. Circles, side to side, up and down. And combinations of all three. Every fibre of her body tingled and burned with lust. She spread her legs farther apart. Lewd, as if for his benefit.

"My pussy," she mewled. "Let me feel it in my pussy. I want your cock inside me. Fuck me." The last few words crumpled in her throat and gave way to moans, groans and, as her pussy exploded with deep-reaching surges of pleasure, she screamed as much as her lunged allowed. Waves of heat and thrill soared through her veins, stiffened and curled her toes, and swarmed her senses so much that she almost passed out. Her hips jerked with involuntary spasms. She wheezed for air and clamped her fisted-hand to the inside of her thigh. As if to restrain herself.

She opened her eyes. The memory of the doctor faded.

Her clitoris continued to throb, bringing with it a low, sensual buzz that swept and tingled through her limbs and joints. She lay there for long, long seconds, basking in the rippling afterglow.

The sounds of the outside world murmured through the closed window, along with a slight breeze that ruffled in the curtains. Penny pulled off her trousers as she padded across to open them, and allow the late-afternoon sunlight to illuminate the room. She stood there watching a young woman struggling with bags of shopping that hung from the handles of her pram like bundles of fruit on a ripening tree. Behind her eyes, her mind worked overtime. Conspiring. Next time the fantasy will become real. Definitely, next time.

She stroked at the over-sensitive flesh of her pussy, gentle enough not to be painful, as she considered what excuse to use and what examination it would lead to. "I want that doctor, and I won't give up. Ever."

The End