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The Dock

By: Chiara23



This story is solely my property and may not be reproduced or published without my express permission. Names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. Any resemblance to people living or dead is merely a coincidence.

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Summer was drawing to a close and Kelly's family had come up to the cottage for the annual family corn roast. The yard was bustling with people setting up tables and kids playing games and getting in the way. Kelly was at an awkward stage in the family, at twenty she was old enough to hang with the adults, but young enough they thought she should still be with the kids. 

Kelly was tall, about 5'10", slender with curves in all the right places. She had shoulder length honey blonde hair and deep brown eyes. She'd been a late bloomer, and hadn't really developed until after she turned eighteen.

She looked around for someone to talk to, then her eyes lit up and she smiled. She saw her cousin Nick leaning up against a tree. Even though he was four years older than her they'd always been close and were very much partners in crime when pranks were involved.

Nick always felt out of his element at these large family get togethers. He usually hung out with the younger crowd because he was able to act like a big kid and nobody cared. His speciality was the weenie roast, where he'd tell the kids silly ghost stories. Nick noticed his cousin across the yard, he hadn't seen Kelly in two years and was impressed with how she'd filled out. He smiled back at Kelly as she ran to him and threw herself into his arms, kissing him on the cheek. He inhaled deeply, loving the citrusy scent of her body wash and shampoo.

"Oof! Hey Kells, how ya doin'?" He held Kelly out at arms length and got a good look at his younger cousin, "Wow! A guy misses one corn roast and his favourite cousin turns into a knock-out!"

Kelly blushed and smiled shyly. "I'm good Nicky, how about you? I missed you last year."

Nick took another look at Kelly, liking how her long legs looked in her cut offs, and how her breasts filled out her halter top. "I'm doing great, I missed you too, but couldn't get the time off from work. Have you decided where you're going to school in the fall?"

Kelly smiled proudly, "I got accepted at Unity College on a music scholarship."

Nick gave Kelly another hug. "That's fantastic, wow you're going to be living the dream kiddo! You know, I only live a mile from the campus, if your folks wanna save on rent I have a spare room."

"Oh my god really? That would be great, imagine the trouble we could get into?" Kelly beamed.

Nick shook his head and laughed as a mental image of him and his cousin making love flashed through his mind. "Yeah I could just imagine."

Kelly got a serious look in her eyes when she looked at Nick. She took his hand in hers, "Nicky, I uhm, never really had the chance to thank you properly when you saved me from drowning two years ago."

"Hey I'm just glad I was close enough to the dock to hear you calling for help. What would I do without my favourite cousin?"

"Nick, can I ask you something about when you rescued me? Things are kinda hazy for me."

"Sure kiddo ask away, I just hope I can give you the answers you need."

"Well uhm, when you got me out of the water and back on the dock. You gave me mouth to mouth, and when I was coming around I could swear you had your tongue in my mouth." Kelly said with a shy smile.

Nick took Kelly's hand and said, "Come with me Kells, we need to talk." 

He led her down the path to the dock. When they got there they sat on the ratty old couch that sat on the end of the dock.

Kelly giggled when they sat down, "Do ya think this old thing is still full of spiders?"

Nick laughed with her, "Probably. Don't tell me you've gone all girly since you've turned into a hottie."

Kelly laughed again, "Oh hell no Nicky, I was just thinking of that time, hey did you just call me a hottie?"

Nick blushed and tried to act like he hadn't heard her. 

Kelly bounced across the space between them and grinned. "You did didn't you? Ha, you think I'm a hottie!"

"Alright, alright I think you're a hottie Kelly. I've known since you were twelve that you'd grow up to be a stunner. It was just going to take time for it to happen. Then two years ago you blind side me and almost drown. God I was so scared that I'd lost you, then you started breathing again, I was so relieved I kissed you. Then you started kissing me back."

"And that's when everyone came running. I remember that now. So chances are you probably want to kiss me now right?"

"C'mon Kells, we shouldn't even be talking like this." Nick said with a weak laugh.

Kelly leaned close to Nick's ear and licked it. "I bet you wanna fuck me too, don'tcha Nicky?" she whispered in his ear.

"Fuck Kelly! Back off okay? You want the truth Kells? Yeah I wanna fuck you and kiss you and do all sorts of things with you. But I can't because you're my cousin and your dad would kill me if he found out."

"I'm sorry Nicky, I didn't mean to pressure you or anything. It's just that I'd really like to have sex with you Nick, you're the most important person in the world to me." Kelly said as she rested her head on Nick's shoulder. 

Kelly raised her head, "You know what? Forget I said anyth-"

Nick was holding her, kissing and caressing her. He stopped for a moment touched foreheads with Kelly and smiled at her. "Forget what Kells?"

Kelly smiled back, "I have no idea Nicky, it must not have been important." She pulled him down and kissed him the best she could. Putting all of herself into it. She felt Nick's hands grope her ass and breasts as his tongue invaded her mouth. She moaned and darted her tongue into his mouth.

With one arm wrapped around his neck, her free hand explored Nick's muscular chest and abs. 'Goddamn he's built,' she thought to herself. Her hand slipped down to the front of Nick's shorts. She slowly stroked his semi-rigid cock, moaning softly as Nick caressed her round breasts.

"Oh god Nicky, I've wanted this for so long." Kelly moaned into his mouth.

"Me too Kells, you don't know how many times I've wished we'd had twenty minutes to ourselves two years ago."

"Nicky..."

Nick looked into Kelly's dark chocolate eyes, "Yeah Kells, I know. I don't think this'll change things in a bad way. At least I hope it doesn't."

Kelly laughed, "I was actually going to tell you to be gentle because I'm a virgin."

"What? Am I the only guy who thinks you're drop dead gorgeous? You're hanging with the wrong crowd if no one's snapped you up yet Kells."

Kelly smiled shyly, "Well there is this one guy I like, but he ditched me for work last summer. So I'm not sure if he's worth giving a second chance to."

"Hey now, that's not fair Kells. If I had known you wanted me to be your first, I would've quit my job to be here last year."

"Well we're here now, what are you waiting for Nicky?" she said playfully.

Nick's response was to kiss his cousin and palm her breasts. Kelly held him to her, loving what he was doing. She pulled away from Nick and lifted her top off, revealing her lacy strapless bra. Nick smiled and pulled off his shirt too, showing off his hard chest and abs. Nick unhooked Kelly's bra and dropped it to the dock. He noticed that she didn't have any tan lines and smiled.

"Tanning topless cuz?" He asked with a chuckle.

Kelly grinned and stood up, pulling off her shorts and flashing him her bum. "Bottomless too when no one's around!"

Nick felt his cock throb at Kelly's revelation. "Kells don't think I'm saying this to get into that cute little thong, but damn! When did you become the definition of hottie?"

Kelly blushed, "You're just saying that Nicky, I bet you know lots of hotties."

"Well I've met a few girls who looked like hotties, but they lacked something, a great personality. Which you have in spades."

Kelly grinned, "Well my great personality won't matter for squat if we get caught before you pop my cherry Nicky!"

Nick feigned resignation, "Well okay, but I probably won't enjoy it."

Kelly look off her thong and threw it at her cousin. Nick grabbed it in mid air an sniffed the crotch, enjoying her musky scent. He also noticed the moisture on the material. "So Kells, looks like you're ready. Why don't you lay back on the couch?"

Nick popped the button on his shorts and slid down his zipper, letting his shorts drop and showing Kelly his erection.

Kelly held her arms out to Nick, beckoning him to come to her. He joined her and kissed her softly. Nick let his hands explore Kelly's body, finding out what his cousin liked. He got between her legs and placed his cock head at her entrance.

"Are you sure you want to do this Kelly? Once it's done we can't go back." Nick said with genuine concern in his eyes and voice.

Kelly smiled up at Nick, "I know Nicky, I can't think of a better person to give my virginity to. You gave me a second chance at life. I can never repay that debt."

"Kells you don't owe me a thing, I-I love you and would do anything for you." 

Nick gave her a sly grin, "If you haven't noticed I pushed in already and just tapped your cherry."

Kelly giggled, "I thought I felt something but it was so slow and gentle I didn't really register it."

Nick kissed Kelly again, "Are you ready Kells? It might hurt a bit but I'll do my best not to hurt you okay?"

Kelly got a nervous look in her eyes, "Okay Nicky, I'm ready," she said as she closed her eyes tight.

Nick pulled back a bit then thrust forward hard and fast, breaking through Kelly's hymen, and making her cry out in pain and surprise.

Kelly held Nick tight, crying a bit from the sudden pain of losing her virginity. Nick stroked her and murmured to her until she'd relaxed again.

"If you're ready Kells we can move to the next step," he said softly.

Kelly loosened her grip on Nick and kissed him softly, "Thank-you Nicky, I love you so much."

Nick smiled as he began pumping into his beautiful cousin, "I love you too Kells."

Kelly began rocking under Nick, knowing instinctively what she had to do. Nick rolled his hips, making Kelly moan with pleasure. Kelly wrapped her arms and legs around Nick and pulled him deep inside until he couldn't go any deeper. Kelly gasped as she felt his cock touch her cervix. Nick began stroking into her with a steady rhythm, letting her get used to him being inside her. Kelly was getting right into it, gasping and moaning, pulling him tighter into her with her legs.

"God Nicky, I want to cum so bad. Make me cum cuz," she groaned softly.

Nick started pumping her faster, slamming into her tight little pussy as he grunted with exertion. Kelly met every thrust, grabbing him and kissing him, pushing her tongue into his mouth. Nick began playing with Kelly's breasts, cupping them and tweaking her nipples, sending electric shocks down to her overstimulated pussy.

Kelly's whole body shook as she bit Nick's shoulder to keep from screaming. Feeling Kelly's cunt clamp down on his cock sent him over the edge too. He started cumming deep into her virgin pussy, splashing his cum deep inside her.

"Oh fuck, oh god Nicky. This is so amazing, god I can feel you cumming in me Nicky!"

"Shit you're so tight Kells, you're crushing me. Jesus baby this is totally fucking awesome!"

Eventually they came down from their orgasmic high, Nick was laying on top of Kelly as she stroked his hair and back.

"Hey you two, if you're done you need to get dressed and come back. Your folks are looking for you and dinner's ready." Jerri, their Uncle Joe's new wife said from the end of the dock with a smirk. "By the way, you might want to sit with your Uncle Joe and me once you get your food, we need to talk."

The Dock Ch. 02



This story is solely my property and may not be reproduced or published without my express permission. Names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. Any resemblance to people living or dead is merely a coincidence.

This is the long delayed second chapter to "The Dock". I hope it's as well received as the first chapter was.

A deep thank you to all of my readers. You make it all worthwhile. 

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Nick looked at Jerri and asked her the obvious question, "So how much did you see Aunt Jerri?"

Jerri grinned as Nick and Kelly got dressed, "I saw enough guys, and god was it hot. And for crying out loud just call me Jerri, we're all about the same age."

Kelly watched Jerri suspiciously, "So why aren't you freaked out Jerri?"

"Let's just say I have an understanding of your situation. Your Uncle Joe and I will explain over lunch okay?"

Once Kelly and Nick were presentable the three of them walked back to the cottage. When they got closer to the house Jerri called out that she'd found them plotting their next evil scheme on the dock. Everyone laughed and started getting their food. Joe and the kids got their plates and sat down. Nick, Kelly and Jerri joined them a few minutes later.

Jerri looked over at Joe with a little smirk, "You were right daddy, I caught them red-handed."

Nick looked shocked and Kelly looked scared.

Joe smiled reassuringly at them, "Don't worry guys we won't tell anyone else." He gave their kids Max and Zoey a stern look, "That includes you two too."

Jerri smiled warmly at Nick and Kelly, "How do you think Joe and I really met?"

Kelly grinned, "That's a trick question, I know you told us you met online."

"Sorry Kelly but you're wrong. That's just what we told everyone. I met Jerri when she was eight. She was my sister's step-daughter. I'm not exactly sure what the legal relationship is for us but I always thought of her as my niece. It was hard at first, accepting that I was sleeping with my niece, but Jerri kept hounding me that she was only my niece because I said she was. Well eventually it sank in and I've never been happier."

Nick shook his head in confusion, "So is Jerri your niece or isn't she? And your kids know what's going on?"

Jerri gave Joe a little grin, "There is no familial relationship between Joe and I, and yes the kids know. We felt it was better to tell them the truth than lie to them."

"So what's all this got to do with us?" Kelly asked.

Joe smiled, "I've been watching you two and as you've gotten older you've gotten cozier. So it doesn't surprise me you've gotten to this point in your relationship. Jerri and I have a little experience with it and would like to help where we can."

Jerri turned to Kelly, "I hear you're going to Unity in the fall. Do you have a place to stay yet? You can stay with us if you need to."

"Nicky's already offered his spare room to me. Would that be okay?" Kelly said, uncertain of herself.

"That would be fine sweetie, better to keep it under wraps for now where others can't see or judge you," Joe said with a chuckle.

"Dad? Are Nicky and Kelly going to be like you and mom?" Zoey asked innocently.

Joe smiled at Zoey, "Well Zozo that's up to them. We can only help them make the right decision for them by giving them the best advice we can."

Joe gave Kelly and Nick a serious look, "We're going to stop preaching now, just know that you can call either of us any time okay?"

Both Kelly and Nick looked relieved knowing that they had people on their side.

After lunch was through the games began, Nick and Kelly stuck close together. Very often with their arms around each other and hugging every chance they got. 

"Cool it you two, your aunts and uncles are wondering what's going on," Joe said as he wandered up behind them.

Both Nick and Kelly took his advice to heart and eased up a bit, worried that they'd already blown it.

Kelly's mom and dad called them over from where they were sitting.

"So we hear from your Uncle Joe you're moving in with Nick while you're going to school. I trust you two will behave yourselves." Kelly's dad said from his chair.

Kelly grinned, "Don't worry daddy, Nicky's already laid down the house rules. He said I don't have to pay rent either."

Kelly's mom turned to Nick, "Well at least let us help out with her food."

Nick laughed, "Man I think I'll make more money off of her food than her rent. Mind you she does eat like a horse..."

Kelly elbowed him in the ribs and he wrapped an arm around her waist. 

"Nicky you're always so mean to me!"

"Aww you know I love you Kells."

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As it got later Nick got his fire ready to light. It was a four foot tall box style monster. Kelly and a few of the older cousins helped him lay it out. When he figured it was ready to light he called all of the kids over to witness the "Lighting of the Blaze". Parents drifted over too, always ready for a laugh from Nick's silly theatrics.

Nick stood next to his monstrosity and spread his arms wide, "Ladies and Gentlemen and children of all ages!" He said in a deep baritone voice.

"Prepare to be amazed by the pyrotechnic talents of the incredible Nicholas Curtis as he lights the sacrificial fire for weenies and 'shmallows!" With that he took a torch lighter and touched it to some kindling at the bottom of the tower.

The kindling smouldered for a minute then caught. Everyone waited with bated breath to see what would happen next. There was a sudden sucking sound like a vacuum then a WHOOSH like a jet engine as the flames shot ten feet from the top of the tower of wood.

Everyone ooohed and ahhed at the tremendous blaze. Nick began dancing wildly around the fire, grabbing the kids to join him and even getting Kelly up with him too.

Eventually the dancers tired and fell to the ground, sweat on their brows from the fire. Nick and Kelly fell together and Kelly landed with her head on Nick's shoulder laughing.

"You are an idiot Nicky." Kelly murmured in his ear.

After the fire died down a bit Nick and the kids roasted weiners and marshmallows at the fire. Most of the adults were busy tearing down so it was handy that Nick was keeping the kids occupied. 

Everyone started to slowly filter off and head for home. Soon it was just Nick, Kelly, their uncle Joe and his family and their grandparents.

Nick and Kelly drifted off towards the dock again. Once they were out of sight they held hands as they walked. When they got to the dock they sat back down on the couch.

"Hey Nicky, whose idea was it to put a couch down here?"

"I think it was granny's idea. She liked coming down here to listen to the loons, but never had a comfortable place to sit, so pops brought an old couch down here. I think this is the third or fourth one now. Hey Kells?"

"Yeah Nicky?"

"Do you regret what we did earlier? Do you think maybe what we did was wrong?"

Kelly looked at Nick, "Why, do you? I don't regret it Nicky. Now that I know about Uncle Joe and Jerri I feel a lot better about what we did."

The loons and frogs started calling in the evening light. They sat quietly on the couch for a while.

"Hey guys, granny and pops are gone and we're heading out too. Don't get her home too late okay Nick?" Joe called from the end of the dock.

Nick waved, "Okay Uncle Joe, and thanks for everything. Say goodnight to Jerri and the kids for us."

"Have fun you two," Joe said as he walked back towards the cabin.

Kelly rested her head on Nick's shoulder, "Do you think he meant what I think he meant Nicky?"

Nick grinned at Kelly, "What did you think he meant Kells?"

Kelly giggled, "Hmm, we're young, horny, no one's around to catch us... I'm thinking he was implying we should go ahead and fuck while we had the chance."

Nick grinned mischievously, "That was the impression I got too Kells. So you wanna?"

Kelly jumped off of the couch and started stripping down. Once she was nude she dove into the cool lake water, barely making a splash.

Nick quickly followed her lead and jumped in a few seconds after her. When they broke water Nick grabbed Kelly around the waist, lifted her high and threw her across the water. Kelly and Nick horsed around in the water until they got cold.

They raced to shore and ran back to the fire pit. The flames were banked and gave off a soft glow which lit their wet, naked bodies. Kelly was sitting across Nick's lap, running her fingers through his curly hair. "So how many girls have you been with Nicky?" she grinned shyly.

Nick chuckled, "Not as many as everyone thinks, but take a guess Kells."

Kelly giggled, "Fifteen?

Nick looked stricken, "Good God no!"

"Hmm, twenty?"

"I'm not a man-slut Kells."

Kelly thought for a second, "Okay how about ten?"

Nick tweaked Kelly's nipple and laughed, "Well that's closer at least."

"Eight?"

"Lower kiddo."

Kelly giggled again as she got a sneaky look in her eyes, "One girl?"

"Oh come on Kells, go higher."

"Fine, three?"

"Yeesh! I've been with six girls before you. Hell, you know I was pretty serious about two of them, I even proposed to Mel."

Kelly grimaced, "I never liked her, she wasn't right for you."

"Well I found that out the hard way didn't I?" Nick chuckled sadly.

Kelly pulled Nick's head to her chest and held him gently, caressing his shoulders and back. "Don't worry Nicky, I'll never hurt you."

Nick flicked his tongue against Kelly's erect little nipple. Kelly gasped softly and arched her back.

"Mmmm that feels so nice Nicky, please don't stop." Kelly murmured.

Nick let his hands roam Kelly's body as he kept on sucking her nipples.

Kelly pulled away and turned so her back was to Nick, then sat back down on his lap and placed his cock between her engorged outer lips.

Nick groaned as his cock slipped slowly into her squishy pussy. "God Kells, I've wanted this for so long, you're so amazing."

Kelly's response was to lift herself off of his cock until he almost popped out. She slowly slipped back down and whimpered at how she felt stretched by her cousin's member. Kelly's juices covered them both, making a slurping sound as they moved towards mutual climax.

Nick reached around Kelly and caressed her firm breasts, pulling on her sensitive nipples. He slipped one hand down her belly and strummed her clit, making Kelly moan with pure lust.

Kelly started picking up her pace, grinding her bottom into Nick's lap as they both gasped and groaned.

"God Nicky, I never thought this would feel so good, it feels like you're touching me everywhere in my pussy."

Nick tweaked Kelly's clit again and chuckled, "I know babe, you fit me like a glove. You're so tight it's driving me nuts."

Both Nick and Kelly sped up more, their movements more urgent and frenzied, as they approached orgasm.

"Oh Nick, I'm almost there babe, cum in my pussy. Please baby fill me with your cum."

"Fuck Kells here it comes, I'm gonna cum!" Nick roared as he unleashed a huge torrent of cum into his cousin's tight pussy.

Kelly screamed as she came and felt Nick's hot juices coat her insides. Kelly was shuddering and howling as she came over and over.

Kelly eventually slumped back onto her cousin's chest, her own chest heaving as she tried to regain her breath. 

Nick continued to lightly caress her body. He kissed Kelly on the cheek and smiled into the night. "So when did you want to move in Kells?"

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Even though it was three weeks early, Kelly moved in with Nick the following weekend.

"You're sure about this Nick? If she's any trouble you let us know, okay?" Kelly's dad said as he handed Nick a cheque to cover her food expenses.

Nick gave Kelly a conspiratorial grin as he took it, "Don't worry Uncle Steve, she'll behave."

"Yeah Daddy, how much trouble could I get into with Nicky watching over me?"

Kelly's dad shook his head with a wry smile, "That's what I'm afraid of sweetie."

Eventually Kelly's parents said their goodbyes and it was just the two of them.

Kelly stuffed her hands into her pockets and looked at her cousin shyly. "So, uhm now what?"

"To be honest I hadn't really thought past moving in together and fucking Kells," Nick said sheepishly.

"So I'm like a built in booty call for you Nick?" Kelly asked, a bit annoyed.

"No! No, it's just that I don't know where we're going here. This is kinda new for me too you know. I love you Kells, I always have, but this is something totally different."

Kelly giggled, "No duh! How many girls do you know who lost their virginity to their cousin?"

Nick wrapped Kelly in his arms and smiled at her, "Just one, and she was worth the wait."

Kelly gave Nick a quick peck on the lips, "Good answer cuz, you just saved me from calling my dad to come back and get me."

Nick kissed Kelly back, "You wouldn't really do that would you Kelly?"

Kelly laughed and snuggled into Nick's arms a bit more. "No! But I don't want you to treat this like I'm your plaything."

"I promise I won't ever treat you like that Kells. Tell you what, you get settled in your room and I'll get us some lunch. After that we'll go over to the college so you can check it out."

Once they were ready to go Nick drove the short distance to the campus. They parked near the admin building and roamed around while Nick pointed out different faculty buildings.

"So, how do you know so much about the college Nicky?" Kelly asked playfully.

Nick laughed, "I've been to my share of college parties Kells. Living so close to the school I get invited to a lot of them."

"I guess you weren't being totally honest about being with six girls then?" she giggled.

"Okay you've got me on that one," Nick said as he wrapped his arm around Kelly's waist and blushed. "I've only had six serious relationships, seven if you include us. Aside from that, probably twenty girls."

"Ha! You're a man-ho!" Kelly laughed.

"Hey, what can I say? College girls like me."

"More like the other way around!"

"You never did tell me what program you're taking." Nick said, trying to change the subject.

"I'm taking Police Sciences. I thought you'd know that since I was always the cop when we played cops and robbers."

Nick laughed and gave Kelly a squeeze, "So I guess you'll be arresting me on Grad day for fucking my cousin?"

Kelly pulled Nick down for a kiss, "No, but if you're a good boy I might sneak some cuffs home for us to try out."

"Ooh, Kelly! I didn't know you had it in you!" Nick laughed.

"Actually I haven't had it in me since last Saturday, but who's keeping track right?" Kelly stated.

"Well I'm always up for some fun Kells, but lets stop off at 'Naughty but Nice' on our way home. It's an 'adult' shop, we might be able to get something interesting there."

"Seriously? What did you have in mind Nicky?"

Nick blushed and told her to wait and see.

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When they got to the store they browsed the aisles, looking at vibes, lotions and other toys. Nick slowly guided Kelly over to the clothing section. He pulled out a sexy cop costume and asked Kelly if she wanted to try it on. 

Kelly giggled and took it in to the dressing room. When she came out Nick gave her a low whistle. The little mini skirt just barely covered her ass and pussy, the sheer top did little to hide her breasts.

"Holy shit Kells you look totally fucking hot! Jesus, you took off your bra didn't you?"

Kelly giggled and flipped the front of her skirt up, showing him that she was pantyless too.

Nick grabbed Kelly by the hand and quickly dragged her back into the dressing room, pushing her up against the mirror, and kissing her hard.

"Nicky! What are you doing?" Kelly whispered.

Nick shushed her and spun her to face the mirror, flipping up the back of the skirt. Kelly heard him unzip his pants and drop them. Nick slipped his hand between her legs and tickled her pussy, drawing more moisture out of it.

Kelly's knees wobbled and she gasped. She couldn't believe Nick was doing this! Especially considering they could get caught at any moment! Kelly moaned as Nick pushed himself deep into her warm cunt.

Nick couldn't believe how hot Kelly looked! He got a raging hard-on in seconds. When he got her in the change room his fingers diddled her pussy and spread her juices around. He positioned himself and pushed in slow and deep, burying his cock in her tight quim in the first stroke. Fuck she was hot! It felt like her pussy was burning him.

Nick and Kelly started a steady rhythm, him grunting and her squeaking and moaning softly. Kelly put her hands against the mirror, pushing back into Nick. Her hips started to roll and her legs quivered with her growing excitement.

"Oh fuck Nicky, what the fuck are you doing to me?" she gasped as he fucked her harder.

"What, you don't like it sweetie?" he said as he smacked her ass.

"Uhh...If we get caught you're dead Nick!"

Nick stuffed his cock into her harder, bouncing her head off the mirror a few times before she could catch herself.

Nick smacked her butt again and chuckled. "It's a sex shop Kells, what are we doing wrong?"

Kelly giggled then gasped when Nick reached around and stroked her clit a few times. God this was so exciting! She was trying so hard to keep quiet but every once in a while she couldn't help herself and let out a low moan. 

Nick knew he was getting close, Kelly was too as they both gasped and moaned. He began fucking Kelly harder and faster, ramming himself deep into her steaming cunt. 

All of a sudden Kelly squealed loudly and started to shake, her knees going weak. The only thing keeping her standing was Nick's cock and hands. Nick grunted and groaned as his cock swelled in his cousin, spilling his seed into her warm, waiting pussy.

They stood there for a few moments catching their breath. Nick slipped his cock out of Kelly's saturated pussy, making their cum run down her inner thighs. 

Kelly moaned as he pulled out of her. She grabbed her shirt and started cleaning up as much as she could while Nick pulled his pants up. They looked at each other and grinned, thinking they were in the clear as they stepped out of the change room.

"Hi guys! Have fun?" the girl manning the store said with a giggle.

Nick chuckled and grinned at her while Kelly blushed a deep crimson. He pulled the tags off of Kelly's clothes and handed them to the girl and said they'd be at the counter in a minute.

"Jesus, Nick! I still have cum running down my legs! Can't we just go home?" Kelly hissed into Nick's ear.

Nick laughed and kissed her, "Just a few more minutes okay Kells? Why don't you go wait at the counter babe?"

It didn't take long for Nick to find what he wanted. He saw that Kelly and the girl were talking in hushed tones and giggling. He put his items on the counter and both girls laughed and blushed. Nick had grabbed two sets of hand-cuffs, some edible undies and body paints.

"I think I know what you guys are gonna be doing!" the girl said in a sing-song tone. "Don't worry about the change room thing, it happens. You guys weren't as loud as some people."

The girl rang through their stuff and handed Nick a black bag, grinning mischievously. "Have fun!" 




The Docking Doctor



Let me tell you about a sexual experience I had some time ago as an eighteen year old boy/man. I stand six foot three inches tall, weigh in at about 230 lbs. I have blonde hair, green eyes, and carry an eight inch cock.

My story begins at work. I had managed to get a part time job at a boathouse/marina up in cottage country. My job consisted of taking care of all the privately owned boats, fueling them, emptying the sanitary bilge, checking the engines and finally washing them down as required.

On this particular day my morning started off down at the dock. I was tending to a forty foot cruiser. The soapy water splashed and spilled out of the pail as I walked down the dock towards her. I'm soaped up my sponges and started to wash down her sides. I got about halfway done when I happened to glance up when I saw a beautiful blonde sunbathing topless on the deck. I stopped for a moment and watched as her breasts glistened in the early morning sun. She must've noticed me staring at her, because she bolted and sat upright, causing her tits to bounce and jiggle up and down and from side to side. My dick grew hard as rock and bulged out against my shorts. At first she seemed shocked and pissed off, but then she smiled. She lifted her hand and curved a finger, beckoning me to come aboard.

I placed the bucket on the dock and started to walk towards the ladder. I felt as though my shorts were about to burst open. As I got closer I asked her what she wanted. She pointed to the bulge in my shorts. 

I asked her what she meant. At first she seemed a bit annoyed at my clueless ness, but then she went on to say that she was a doctor and that she wanted to find out what was causing that nasty lump in the front of my shorts. I just about fainted when I realized what she meant, but I mustered up enough nerve to unbutton my shorts as she requested. 

I slid them down to my ankles gingerly. I stood there in my underwear, the tip of my cock peeking out through the front pocket. I felt as though I was some kind of sexual exhibit or display. 

Then, she leaned forward and in one quick motion she tore off my underwear and thrust her mouth around my aching hard-on.

Sensations unlike any I'd ever felt before were racing through my body. My mind went blank and I was lost in a sea of pleasure. Suddenly, and most certainly unannounced, I felt my hot load of cum surging through my balls, boiling up through my throbbing shaft and into her mouth. With a big grin, she swallowed every last drop and then proceeded to lick my cock and balls clean before taking her pretty face away from my sweaty body.

She stood up and peeled off her skimpy bikini bottoms, throwing them aside. I almost choked in excitement as she stood there in front of me, totally nude. And totally gorgeous.

She guided my face towards her crotch and told me to lick her pussy and suck her clit. She had me start by licking her gently, and then sucking her cuntlips and clit into my mouth. She told me to nibble on her swollen pussy and clit. I did as she instructed me to do, and in a matter of a minute or two, her body shook and she shuddered while her tasty fluids drained into my mouth. As her orgasm subsided slightly, she stood up, her legs still quivering, and planted a big kiss on my cuntsoaked lips.

She grabbed my dick and pulled me towards a chaise lounge on the deck, and we lay down beside one another. She kneeled over top of me, spread her legs and dropped down on my cock, engulfing it completely inside her warm wet cunt. The feeling of being inside her hot pussy was so intense that it felt as though our bodies were one. Soon the sensations were so strong, so intense, so wild that all of my insides seemed to flex inwards for a moment and then expand and explode outwards. My hot load shot out so powerfully that my cock felt as though it had fused inside her hot box. this nameless beauty shouted out loud and thrust her body flat on top of mine. As we lay still for a moment, with my cock still throbbing and oozing inside her, our sweaty scents filled my nostrils as I breathed in deeply.

Then, as quickly as we had started, she got up and told me I had to leave. My body resisted, but my mind told me better, and I obeyed her wish. I gathered my clothes and left. As I made my way onto the dock she told me to forget about washing the rest of the boat. Since it was almost two in the afternoon now, I was glad to hear her say that since I had quite a bit of work to catch up on now. 

The rest of the day I found myself thinking about her none-stop and I couldn't wait until the next day to see whether she would still be docked here. I got home about three hours later than usual that day, I was bushed and went straight to bed.

The next day I rushed down to the dock to find my mystery friend. To my dismay and disappointment though the doctor had left the dock. I reluctantly went to the marina garage, got my pail and sponges and began my daily routine.

One thing's for sure though, I will never forget that beautiful doctor and our beautiful day in the sun!!



The Docks



I pull the car up into a spot near the darkest end of the dock parking lot, roll down the windows, and shut it off.

Now we just wait. My wife's hands tremble a little as she adjusts her shirt and pulls down on her skirt a little (to no avail -- it's far too short). She's wearing a schoolgirl outfit: hoop earrings, a white blouse tied just under her chest with her erect pierced nipples pushing through the thin fabric, a red-plaid skirt so short her thick sexy thighs are exposed all the way up, knee-high white stockings, and black heels. She picked it out. Damn!

I take a breath and grab the digital camcorder. I don't turn it on, because it doesn't look like anyone's around yet. See, a couple nights ago, we posted an ad on the web:

Thursday night, 1am, west end dock parking lot, black Civic. Watch me, touch me, lick me, fuck me... I'm your whore for 5 minutes... (condoms please)

She'd been fantasizing about doing it for years, but it took a lot of reassuring to get her out here tonight. She'd chickened out once before.

And here's our chance to find out: someone's walking over here... a dude, looks maybe 30-something. When she sees him, she looks a little panicked. When he gets to her window, though, I flip on the interior lights so he can get a good view, and to my surprise she gives a naughty smile and says, "Hey, baby" in the sexiest voice I've ever heard her put on. The guy just looks. I start rolling the camera on her, making it clear I'm not getting his face. She asks if he'd like to see more, and he nods, so she undoes her shirt and puts her hands up in her hair, closing her eyes and pushing her huge tits out. The guy reaches in slowly, nervously, and puts his hand on her tit. She doesn't even flinch. He starts to rub her, plays with her nipples.

I notice the second guy, a bit younger and lankier, standing in front of the car. The first guy follows my eyes, and abruptly stops what he's doing. He nods at us and walks briskly away. So much for that.

But then the second guy comes around her side and leans on the edge of the window. He smiles broadly, then without hesitation, reaches down and starts rubbing my wife's thighs. I record it eagerly. She's obviously horny, because her legs just seem to split apart on their own. She gasps when he runs his hand up the inside of her thigh to her shaved pussy. She isn't wearing anything under the skirt. 

He rubs her clit, finger fucks her, she's enjoying the hell out of it, and I am really horny. When she has her first orgasm, I can't take it, and I start jacking off. Seeing this, she brings her hand down forcefully on mine and says, "Wait."

A minute later, we're outside of the car, her tits hanging out. She asks the guy if he's got a condom: affirmative, with a big smile. She looks back at me and tells me to pull down my pants and sit on the hood, camera rolling on night vision. So I do. Then she puts her hands down on the hood, leans over, and starts sucking me off. She's sticking her ass way up in the air, legs spread out. The guy jumps on the cue and a minute later he's railing her. I can feel her whole body jolting as she sucks my cock and whimpers. No sooner than it starts, I come in her mouth, and she swallows it up.

For what seems like a long time afterward, my wife is leaning over me, getting fucked hard by some random guy in a parking lot. Soon her hand shoots between her legs to rub herself, and without support her face is buried in my lap and she's screaming with no concern. It takes me no time to get a full hardon again. Eventually, the guy finishes, and basically just walks away.

She's breathing heavy and starts to head toward the car. I grab her by the wrist, pull hard, and throw her onto the hood where I'd been sitting. "No you don't. You're my fucking whore!" She gives me an animal growl as I start pounding her loosened pussy, her legs way up in the air. She moans and screams, even louder now, as she hits another orgasm. I come into her again, then collapse.



The Doctor



Jeena and Marc are a married couple in their fourties. They are both very fit and look younger than their age due to working out 5 times a week in their home gym. Jeena is from Asia with a beautiful brown skin and Marc is from Europe with an athletic build. 

The below described event took place when they visited Jeena's gynaecologist some weeks ago. 

Jeena had an appointment with a new gynaecologist. It was a regular checkup and several women had recommended the Doctor online saying he was very attentive and professional. 

Marc went along because he had a client to visit in the town of the gynacologists practice and was kind of curious to see what is the gynacologists business really was about. 

They went to the reception and were attended by a beautiful receptionist in tight white trousers and high heels. She accompanied them to the waiting room which had a TV with a choice of DVD movies, and many magazines to read. Even a computer was put at the disposal for clients to check their email or just surf the web what Marc found very attentive. Soon he got engulfed in checking his emails when they were called inside to Dr. Möller's office.

The Dr. opened the door with a big smile looked straight in the eyes of Jeena and his mouth fell a bit open. Jeena looked at her best with tight jeans , high heeled boots , a black leather biker jacket, lots of golden jewellery and erotic looking thumbrings. She likes to do heavy make up and her mouth looked very inviting. 

The Dr. mumbled a greeting to Marc as he kept staring at Jeena. He then after a few seconds told her..."very nice to meet you...I see you have brought a bodyguard?!" He looked at Marc slightly irritated. Marc smiled shyly back and stummered "I am her husband". The Dr. repeated "Why did you bring a bodyguard?" Jeena did not respond but instead showed a bright seductive smile. 

"Well" the Dr. continued, "You Jeena can sit here right in front of my desk and your bodyguard can sit on the left side behind my monitor." Marc was directed opposite of the Doctors desk in a corner so he looked at Jeena from the side and could not well see the Dr. who was at his large desk in front of his big flatscreen monitor. 

The Doc proposed that we as a couple participate in a new study which was related to sexual happiness. We looked at eachother and with a smile confirmed our interest in the study. The Doc jokingly smiled and said that he needs our signature on this form to get our approval. He handed us a sheet with a lot of text on it in small print. It started with a very boring text like "in accordance with outline XII of the EU rules for information as adhered by on 29.12.2002 etc". I took a quick look at it and signed it followed by Jeena who signed it fast and shoved the paper back to the Doc. 

The Doc smiled with satisfaction and murmured something like "this has cleared all barriers now". 

Then he jumped to his feet and mentioned that he had to make a quick examination, we both nodded because it was standard procedure. Jeena went into the room and started undressing. She was wearing black lingerie with a red G-string and secretly it excited her to have to undress in front of the muscular Dr. The Dr. kept staring at her and his eyes focussed on her cunt once she removed her G-String and lied down on her back all naked. 

"Legs wide open please" ..murmured the Dr. and Jeena responded readily to his demand. 

Marc was sitting in the main office and stared at his wife with her legs open in front of the Doc and his cock started growing in his trousers. 

Doc came back to Marc and said "The study requires active participation of the husband too, so I will ask you to undress now and join Jeena."

Marc undressed and entered the examination room totally naked showing his shaved balls and cock. Doc smiled and said "I always appreciate couples that keep their genitals totally shaved on a daily basis, sit down here, I have to apply the meter now. It's a rubber band that is applied around the cock which measures sexual arousal.". He slipped a rubber band around Marcs cock and connected a wire to a computer. Then he glued a small electrode next to Jeenas cunt and informed it was to measure wetness level.  

He then ordered Jeena to open her legs wide open which she complied with immediately. Marks cock grew a little when he saw the Doc standing in front of his wife with open legs and kept sitting on his chair staring at the seen. The Doc remarked "I see on the screen that it excites you Marc to see a strange man near to your wife with spreaded legs. This is an excellent sign. Let us proceed with the experiment". He opened his white trousers and his half hard cock came out. He walked towards Jeenas face and told her "Now just hold my cock with your right hand and bring it towards your mouth. Your privacy is totally guaranteed and no information will leave this room. I see the wetness meter is showing an increased vaginal lubrification so do not worry. This is perfectly normal for your type of couple. It looks like you fall in the hotwife - cuckold category which is the best for marital happiness!" 

Jeena hesitated , looked at Marc who nodded and then placed her hand around the Docs fastly swelling penis. Marcs cock jumped up and the meters on the screen went to 80% very fast . The Doc smiled and looked at Marc "You are a perfect cuckold...lets get you to 100% hardness, open your mouth wide Jeena." 

Jeena saw Marcs cock rising under the treatment of the Doc and felt her cunt getting wetter...in a haze she opened her mouth wide and placed her lips around the quickly swelling cock of the Doc. The Doc groaned and leaned backwards enjoying Jeenas horny mouth around his large cock. 

Marc got crazy watching this and his cock rose to its full 100% hardness. Jeena observed him through the corner of her eye and realised that she never had seen him that excited before. She enjoyed sucking the engrossed member of the Doc and felt great being a hotwife for the first time while her cuck was more than obviously enjoying the show. 

The Doc turned to the right and said to Marc "wow I see you are 100% hard , that means you are 100% cuck. And Jeenas cunt is...totally wet so she is 100% hotwife. You really belong to eachother...now Cuck...sit down in front of Jeenas open legs and prepare her cunt for my cock. Marc kneeled down between Jeenas legs and started fingering her ass and cunt that were totally wet of Jeenas horny juices. He started licking around her cunt and then suddenly moved his mouth forward and started licking her cunt from down to up ...circling his tongue around her clit. He loved to do this and Jeeena responded by moving her legs up and sliding her legs around his head so his tongue could go deeper in her cunt. Meantime he licked his fingers and inserted two fingers in her ass that he started rhythmically moving in and out. She was very wet and when he looked up saw her mouth full of the Docs large cock...which was like a horse. 

Doc suddenly pulled his cock out of Jeenas mouth and told Marc to sit near to the bed. He took out a pair of handcuffs and chained Marcs arms behind his back. It was little unexpected but Marcs cock remained very hard and pointed to the sky with this treatment. Doc then moved near to Jeenas cunt , standing between her open legs and turned his swollen cockhead against Jeenas clit. Marc was kneeling on the floor behind the Docs ass and could see the Docs cock turning around Jeenas cock from very near. Jeena whispered , please put condom Doc ... Doc replied "no I like bareback fucking and do not worry because I with the pills I gave you , you can never get pregnant. So you can enjoy much more like this". "Then its ok..." whispered Jeea and laid back relaxed. Doc positioned his cockhead between her cuntlips and slowly moved his horsecock inside. His cock was very large...Marcs one was big but the Docs cock was thicker and the head was huge. Jeena started groaning and panting...ah ah yes yessss ... Marc got so excited that precum was coming out of his cock but he could not jerk off because his hands were handcuffed. Doc now was fully inside Jeena and moving in and out of her wet cunt...when his cock came out it was shining with Jeenas cum. 

After around 15 minutes of hard fucking Doc s back stiffened, Marc saw his balls rising when he pumped stream after stream of sperm inside Jeenas receptive cunt. Marc almost came without touching his cock. Jeena kept lying for around a minute with the Docs cock planted deep in her cunt..and then the Doc got up and went to his washroom. 

Jeena said with naughty smile to Marc "liked the show" ...he nodded in the direction of his cock that was so hard and drips of precum were running down. "Lie down on your back she tod him". Marc laid down and Jeena straddled his face pushing her cunt and ass in his face while she bent over to his cock in 69 position and started sucking him with full force. Marc licked her cunt and ass as a maniac and after few minutes of intense sucking Jeena milked his cock and Marc came very , very intensively. At the same time he saw the third climax of Jeena with hard shivering clit and leaking wet cunt. 

They both smiled at eachother and hugged. They had had the perfect sex afternoon. They showered in the Docs room and were cracking jokes. After they entered the room of the Doc that was sitting fully clothed behind his desk. He asked if they liked the therapy and both nodded in full agreement. Doc said ..."perfect ...I suggest then that next meeting will be in three weeks" and gave a naughty wink while handing them the card with their next appointment.



The Doctor



“Paging Doctor Thomas Stat!” was all I heard as I sat on the leather table in the center of the room, the white paper robe barely covering my full 36C breasts. I had drove over 500 miles to Forbidden Fantasy and as I looked around the nicely decorated “doctor’s office” I knew it would be worth it. The entire scene had been set up like an erotic episode of ER, even having a well built nurse scantly clad in a crisp white tight uniform taking my vitals as I stepped in the office. 

Unlike a normal doctor’s office she was not concerned with my blood pressure or temperature, even though I could feel it rising as I realized my ultimate fantasy was about to come true. She made me undress and she pulled out a long tape measure, gathering the figures of my tight 36-24-36 frame. After she had gotten all my vitals, she led me in the doctor’s room and gave me a robe, pushed the play button on the CD player and allowed Maxwell to flow throughout the room. She poured me a tall glass of freshly made Strawberry Daiquiri, lit the small apple scented candles strategically placed throughout the room and handed me a stack of magazines before dimming the lights and exiting. 

I looked down at the magazines expecting your standard office material only to find the latest GENT and Playboy in my hand. Damn this was unlike any doctor’s office I had ever seen. I leaned back on the table and propped my head on the soft down pillows provided and thumbed through the magazine, slowly looking at each individual picture imagining what I would do to all the women. They were all beautiful but my mind finally settled on the centerfold, a tall caramel skinned women with long flowing hair and huge breasts. I reached down in between my les and clutched my pussy in my hand, trying hard to ease the throbbing that had so quickly begun. I grabbed it hard and rubbed it up and down resisting the urge to stroke my clit, as I looked directly into her pussy. 

The inside of her was so juicy and pink that my mouth watered. It had been so long since I had tasted the sweetness of a woman on my tongue that I was ready to explode before I heard I soft knock at the door. 

Before I could say enter, in walked the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She wore her thick hair up in a tight French Roll, allowing soft ringlets to fall around her face, framing the angular shape drawing attention to her full red lipstick coated lips and deep brown bedroom eyes. She looked down at me gripping a chart in her hand and walked further into the room and introduced herself as Monique Thomas, chief doctor on the Sexual Healing Ward. I blushed deeply, knowing that she had seen me with my hand in between my legs. Noticing my embarrassment, she urged me to continue as she sat down on the small stool in front of the table and spread my legs open wide. 

My body jumped as I felt her soft fingers touch my skin and I released all inhibitions as I ran my fingers over my pussy, tossing the magazines to the floor, now mesmerized by Monique as she stood up and begin to remove her tight doctor’s coat. Her huge breasts popped from beneath the uniform accentuated with long hard nipples, I continued to stroke my clit as she stripped for me, knowing I was only seconds away from cumming. 

When she pulled the coat all the way down dropping it seductively to her ankles, I exploded as I saw the long thick dildo strapped in between her legs. She moaned wildly watching me cum and grabbed a small plastic container and placed it under my shooting pussy hole, collecting the cum in the small container, stating that we would use it later. 

My mind wondered as she placed the cum filled container on the countertop, but I was too turned on to stop and inquire. She came between my legs and placed her hard nipple on my swollen clit and stroked it up and down urging me to cum on her breasts. Her encouragement was all I needed as I released juices all over her. 

She opened my pussy with one hand and shoved her breast as far into my dripping pussy hole as she could , smiling as I came all over her. She stood up, and lifted her cum drenched breast to her mouth and begin licking my juices off of her. This was too much for me to take and I sat up and scooted to the end of the table and joined her in lapping up my juices. She pushed me back down on the table and pulled out the built in stir-ups attached to the table and placed each one of my feet in them. I had never been spread so wide in my life as I lay there with my pussy fully exposed to her. 

Doing the “doctorly thing”, she snapped on a white latex glove and begin examining me very deep, touching places I had never been touched before. It was the most erotic experience of my life as I lay there and let her play deep within my pussy. She smiled as she found my coveted G spot pushing on it lightly causing juices to flow like fountain water from my pussy. 

She pulled off the glove and stuck her bare fingers back inside of me, tickling my insides. She reached her other hand up and slowly stroked my clit up and down finally putting her hot mouth on the center of my pussy hole, pushing her tongue deep inside of me. I pressed hard against the stir-ups and pushed deeply from my stomach. I heard her swallowing deep and I continued to pump juices from my pussy until they begin to slide from her mouth and onto the table, rolling back until my asshole was soaking wet. 

She stood up and inserted the strap-on deep inside of me, taking her time to do a thorough examination of my pussy. I moaned as she pushed in deeper and deeper lifting my hips up to meet her with every stroke. She fucked me nice and slow, pulling the strap-on out periodically, rubbing it against my clit before reinserting it inside of me, making my orgasms even more intense. 

Finally, she pulled my feet out of the stir-ups and got up walking over to the counter and picking up the small cum filled container. I was extremely curious just what she was going to use it for and my mouth fell open in shock as she opened the container and poured thick globs of my cum all over the strap-on, coating it completely. She licked the cum from her fingers before rolling me over and spreading my ass open wide, pouring the remaining juices all over my asshole. She rubbed it in thoroughly before pushing the tip of the strap-on to the tip of my asshole, opening me up wide, the cum acting as a lubricant allowing it to slide in with ease. 

I pushed back to her hard, loving the feeling of pain and pleasure that came in waves as I was fucked in my asshole for the first time. She moaned that she loved the tightness of my ass and I squeezed harder making the entry even tighter as she fucked me long and deep. I could feel my asshole begin to loosen to the thickness of the strap-on and I leaned my body forward reaching around and spread my ass cheeks open wide allowing her to lunge completely inside of me, the leather strap now caressing my ass. 

She thrust forward one last time and her body shook as she came. I explode with her dropping my juices to the table as she slid the thick strap-on out of my ass. She kneeled down and lapped up the cum from the table before kissing me hard on the lips opening her mouth open wide, releasing my juices back on my tongue. Talk about hot! 

In that instance I knew if I had to drive a million miles, I was going to be a frequent member of Forbidden Fantasies. She got dressed and kissed me on the cheek handing me a slip of paper that said “In Perfect Health.” I slipped on my clothes and stopped by the receptionist desk, making an appointment for next week- I was sure I was going to need a doctor soon I mean hey it is the flu season.



The Doctor



"Luisa?" Calls the nurse.

"Yes." I reply.

"Are you ready to come back for your exam?" She asks.

"Yes, I am." I say with a smile.

The nurse was an attractive woman, I would say in her mid-twenties. She had long blonde hair that lay gently on her slender shoulders. She was taller, with a thin toned body and a perfectly shaped face. Of course, I am not a lesbian, but that doesn't mean I can't evaluate the look s of a woman. She was attractive; I wasn't going to pretend she wasn't.

She leads the way to the examination room. It was just an annual check-up. I wasn't expecting the appointment to be longer than fifteen minutes. I had a busy day ahead of me. Once I get myself situated, the nurse asks me a few generic questions, looks up at me, and says with a smirk,

"The doctor will be right in." 

I pick up a magazine, the one on my right side happened to be People magazine, which is not particularly my favorite magazine, but I figured the doctor would be in very soon... which after about flipping two pages the doctor arrives. 

"Hello, Luisa. I will be your doctor today, my name is Dr. Wilson." He says.

He was a very attractive man. He was at least 6'3 with a strong, masculine body. His face was chiseled to perfection, with a square jaw and prominent cheek bones. He wasn't like most doctors I have seen around him. He was younger, more youthful. I certainly was not dreading him to examine me.

"So, this is just supposed to be a check-up, right?" I ask.

"Um, yeah. I guess you could say that." He replies with a devious smirk.

"Alright, I need you to change into this robe and then I will be right in." He tells me.

Once he closes the door shut after walking out, I quickly undress and put on the robe. I then lay back onto the table, waiting for him to return. He knocks on the door only after a few minutes and I say that I am read, so he proceeds to opening the door. 

Before he closes the door shut, the nurse that led me to the room followed him in. Once she is in the room the doctor closes the door and locks it behind him. Before I can scream the nurse covers my mouth her hand, and the doctor sits on my midsection and holds my hands above my head.

"Get the medical tape." He demands of the nurse.

She reaches over me and grabs the tape quickly wrapping both of my hands, above my head and under the table. Then he moves down to my legs, firmly placing a firm hand on each of my ankles and spreading them spread eagle so that he can tap e each of them down to the table legs. Once I am tied down he grabs the scissors.

"Mmmphh." I try and scream through the nurse's hand.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." He says.

He then starts cutting through my clothes. When he finally reaches my crotch he puts the sharp, cold metal on my pussy and I stare at him with a frightened look, afraid of what he might do. But instead he just continues stripping me down, eventually cutting every piece of cloth over my body. He grabs my panties off of the floor and leans into me...

"Open your mouth" He demands.

I turn my head to try and avoid having my panties shoved in my mouth. When I do not comply with his demand he pinches my nose so I can't breathe and eventually I have to open my mouth, and sure enough, immediately when I do he shoves my lacey panties into my mouth and wraps it my mouth several times with an ace bandage.

"MMmmmmph!" I try and scream from irritation and fear. 

I know I'm completely helpless at this point, but I still try and struggle to free myself of my bonds. They won't budge. My pussy is open to violation, my tits are open to violation... there is not much I can do about. 

The doctor brings up a chair and sits between my legs and places each of his hands firmly on my thighs. He licks his lips and brings his mouth closer to my pussy. I squirm in my bounds, trying to run away from his mouth. But he roughly places his mouth on my mound and starts licking and sucking my pussy. 

"Mmmmph!" It feels so good, but I want him to stop.

The nurse comes to the side of the table and starts kneading and sucking on my tits. I squirm on the table, trying to escape from this forced pleasure. And the nurse pinches both of my nipples very hard that I yelp through my gag.

The doctor brings his head up and looks at me, "I will punish you if you keep squirming. Don't move. Do you understand."

I nod my head in compliance. 

"Good girl."

Once he finishes eating me out and removes his belt and drops his pants. He slowly moves his dick closer to my pussy and I try frantically to scream,

"MMMPPH! MMMMPH!" 

Then with a swift, hard thrust, he thrusts into my pussy. He pumps in and out of me and I clench my inner thigh muscles trying not to cum. 

"Don't you dare cum you little slut. Not until I do."

I try hard to hold it in and then finally he cums inside me and I cum.

He removes the gag and unties me... knowing I won't say a word because I am in shock and says as he walks out with the nurse,

"See you next year."



The Doctor...



The Doctor (Giving More Then Medicine)

I've been a doctor for many years and I just recently got a job working at a clinic in a small town. I enjoyed my work but I had almost nothing to do everyday because not many seemed to be sick all that often. I had two very sexy nurses working with me, and I even had the pleasure of watching them change every now and then through a peep hole I made that leads directly to my office. I mean a guy has to do something to keep busy right? Both nurses had amazing breasts and looks like you wouldn't believe. Their uniforms seemed to have trouble fitting over their busts and so when the office was empty they usually unbuttoned their tops a little to make room which only pushed their breasts upwards showing me quite a bit. Sometimes I wonder if they knew how much they teased me and the way they look at me sometimes makes me wonder if they wanted me as much as I did them.

Today was a day like any other, I arrived early and watched my nurses dress through my peep hole and began some paper work. Then she walked in. If you ever even drove through this town you would notice her and probably get an immediate hard-on. Her name was Chantelle and she always walked the streets of our city wearing clothes that didn't exactly fit but made her look very appealing to any other person who passed her by. She was an 18 year old dream with long black hair and breasts that could give someone a heart attack. Today she was wearing a red dress, low cut at both ends. She was showing off all her curves and they were in all the right places. 

Just watching her made me want to go out there and fuck her right there but I had to gather myself together because in a few minutes I'd have to examine her and find out what's wrong (I was more then excited to get that started). As a doctor I had never had sex with any of my patients and so I knew I had to keep it that way so I couldn't try anything with her.

The nurse escorted her into the examining room and shortly after I entered. The nurse turned to leave but before she could Chantelle kissed her softly and said thank you. I found that all a little strange and as my nurse passed her I swear I saw Chantelle give her ass a little squeeze (but I was also distracted by the cleavage which was being shown by her movements).

I asked her what was wrong and she told me that she was hurting all over. I asked her what her symptoms were and she said I should take a look at everything. I started with her heart and as I checked it I noticed her breathing increased and she started moaning slightly as I grazed her breast. Next were the ears which were fine and finally her throat. I told her to open her mouth and say ahh, which she did in a slutty voice as she moved her tongue around in her mouth and pulled my finger in with it! I watched her suck my finger and move her tongue around the tip of it, my cock getting harder by the second. I knew then that we were going to have sex but I decided to have a little fun before.

I moved down to her legs and started moving her skirt up pretending to check for any rashes. She laid down on the table taken over with desire and passion. I made it to her pussy which was covered by only a skimpy black thong which I removed slowly with my teeth. I continued my journey upwards to those magnificent orbs of flesh. I pulled the straps of her dress down and was happy to see that she didn't like wearing a bra. I put my hand on her right breasts rubbing and squeezing it gently, moving my thumb over her nipple and watching as it came alive under my touch. Then I moved to her left breast repeating the motion and ending with sucking on her excited nipple. She must have enjoyed this because she took her dress all the way off and began rubbing her pussy. I told her to not worry about doing that, and I moved my hand to her pussy and put my finger inside feeling how wet and hot she was down there. She reached down with her hand and began stroking my cock through my pants, making me very hard and horny. I began sucking and licking her breasts all over rubbing the nipples hard and making her yell out in pleasure. 

My nurse must also have heard this because seconds later she entered the room and looked at us with a big smile on her face. She told me to keep going and that she wouldn't ever tell anyone as long as she got to do a little something to me. I could only nod my head as she walked over to me taking off her shirt and letting her boobs bounce out in front of me. She then moved downwards and started taking my pants off and before long my rock hard cock was in her mouth. I looked over at Chantelle and she seemed perfectly happy to watch so I looked back down at this hot nurse starting to give me a great blow job.

She started slowly, moving her tongue around the tip of my cock and then down my shaft and up again. She stopped once to lick and suck on my balls before running her tongue back up the length of me and inserting the head into her mouth. She applied a little sucking motion and I could feel her tongue still working me from inside her mouth. Inch by inch she moved it in deeper, sucking harder as she went. In only a few minutes the entire length of my cock was inside her mouth and felt her throat muscles start to squeeze me hard. It was the best deep throating I'd ever received!! I felt a tingle coming from my balls and I knew I wouldn't last very much longer. When I told her I was cuming she didn't move at all and so I exploded, filling her throat with my cum. She shallowed as much as she could (which was almost all of it) as cum started slipping out of her mouth and down her chin. She licked my dick clean and kept sucking until I had gone limp in her mouth.

"Now go play with your little friend doctor I'll just take a seat"

I didn't know if I could get the energy to do what I was told and Chantelle saw this. She simply told me to get on top of her and when I was she moved my limp cock to her mouth and began sucking it, putting it all in her mouth and looking up at me with the most slutty eyes I'd ever seen. I was surprised at how fast my hard-on came back and when I was half way there she took my cock out of her mouth and placed it between her breasts. I grabbed on to her boobs and started rubbing them over my cock. They were so big I was afraid I might lose my dick between them! She put her hands on my ass and started moving me in a humping motion, letting me slide in and out of her cleavage. 

It was then I heard a sucking noise coming from behind me and I saw Chantelle's face become full of pleasure and ecstasy. I looked back to see my nurse licking and sucking at her pussy, pushing her tongue in and out making Chantelle ride her face. My nurse had a very long tongue (as I had just found out a few minutes earlier) and it was excellent for tongue fucking it seems. All I could do was keep riding her chest, watching as Chantelle cried out for more. Then she screamed out and grabbed on the me hard as she came and filled my nurse's mouth with her sweet juices. I got off her boobs and moved down toward her pussy inserting my cock at the opening and then pushing myself all the way inside. She moaned with pleasure and climaxed a second time right then!


"Oh doctor, fuck me hard baby, fuck me..."

She didn't have time to say anything else as my nurse climbed on top of her face for a little pussy licking of her own. Chantelle seemed very happy to provide it and my nurse started pushing her pussy in her face as she bounced up and down. I fucked her hard and fast as I moved my dick in and out of her dripping wet lips. My nurse looked at me and soon filled my mouth with her tongue as I started rubbing her breasts and playing with her perky nipples. I could taste Chantelle's juices which were still left in her mouth and I noticed how sweet they were. I moved my hands down to my nurse's ass feeling her up and helping her to fuck Chantelle's face. 

I looked straight into her eyes and knew that she would be the first to cum. I watched as she threw her head back and let all her juices flow out and on to Chantelle's beautiful face. Then she simply fell off to the floor completely exhausted. Chantelle came only seconds later and surrounded my cock with her wetness. Then I finally blew my load for the second time and shot my seed deep inside her making her cum again and scream out in pleasure. I pulled out when my dick went limp and started licking her body from pussy up moving over her heaving chest slowing until I reached her messy face where I licked all of my nurses juices off her face enjoying the taste and the smell of her sex.

We all needed to be cleaned up so we headed to the nurse's changing room where to my surprise I found my other nurse! But that's a whole different story for another time. 

To Be Continued...



The Doctor



Nicky and I went on a 5-month college exchange program in England. He originally didn't want to do it, but I told him I wouldn't go without him. I wanted us to bond together, away from family customs and interference. As we got to the check-in point, Nicky wandered off and wound up in a different lodging group than me. I rarely saw him, as our groups usually did things in opposite order. The worst, however, is that by the end of the trip he had met "the girl of his dreams" and headed back to the States with her. 

Two years later Nicky came home. But it was like he was really not here, for along with him came his fiancée, Andrea. They spent 95% of the time in his room or out of the house. She didn't like anything Mama cooked; her preference was packaged food. Plus, they were practically inseparable, so I couldn't really talk with Nicky as we had in the past. But, he is my brother and he's stuck by me the most. I love him dearly, even though he can be quite annoying.

One day, Nicky and Andrea appeared in my room to hang out a while. It was really nice of Nicky to seek me out and show he wanted to spend time with me. There we were sitting on the floor near the foot of my bed, which juts out into the room, just chatting, when all of a sudden Andrea keels over, arms clutched across her stomach, "Oh, god I'm burning. I need the doctor," in obvious pain.

Nicky jumps up, grabbing her feet barks, "Get her arms. Get her on the bed".

We pick her up. She's wiggling like crazy. It's all I can do to hang on to her as we set her across the end of my bed, Nicky on one side with her feet, I on the other. 

"Hold her shoulders down," Nicky demands.

I'm totally confused. "What are you doing? Shouldn't we call for a doctor?" 

I start to move away.

"No! Stay put. We can handle this." 

Then with a bit of calmness he adds, "stick with me, Sis. Hold her still."

Sis? He never called me "Sis" before. Befuddled and put out at what he called me, I return to holding her shoulders. 

"Hold her tight. I'm going to pull away from you, so hold her steady."

I wrap my fingers into her armpits. 

"Hurry! Nicky," Andrea wails, "I'm on fire."

Nicky latches on to her shorts. He looks up at me. 

"Ready?" 

I nod. With a quick jerk her shorts and panties (was she wearing any?) are off, exposing her shaven pussy. Nicky drops to the ground, squatting at her feet as he fumbles with her clothing, untangling her limbs. All I see is the top of his head, but I can tell he's doing something down at her feet. Andrea starts bouncing on the bed, pushing her hips up off the bed and dropping back down. I look down at her. Her arms start flailing about. Nicky jolts his head back to face me. I can't believe what I see. He's wearing her panties on his head like a surgical mask with the crotch across his mouth and nose. 

"Anesthesia, quick!"

I have no idea - what does he expect me to do? "What?" I let out with a small laugh. 

But at that moment Andrea jerks her head into my loose fitting shorts, resting an open mouth against my pantied cunt. There is sudden calmness. I find her once flailing arms at rest, with her hands on my back, fingers gently tucked in to the waistband. Her breath, warm, slows as she relaxes, dropping her mouth away from me, into a peaceful slumber. 

My attention returns to Nicky. His hands under her feet, he pushes her legs up lifting her knees from the bed. They fall easily away from each other, spreading her legs wide. Her feet lightly rest on his shoulders. He is gentle, slow, and meticulous as he rests the heels of his cupped hands on her thighs, either side of her cunt. His thumbs extend downward, then gently touch the skin between her legs and lips. He lightly strokes the skin. His eyes are intently focused, he seems to be looking for something as he cocks, then tilts, his head. Thumbs move inward, touching her outer labia lips. Gently caressing them to open. I strain for a better view. They open more under his encouragement. I see pink. He relaxes a bit giving a slight nod as in understanding what he sees. 

"Ahh, yes, this inflammation," his diagnosis," was surely caused by excessive friction, due in part by this very dry air. Just needs a bit of lubrication to set her right." 

He looks like a cow chewing its cud as his chin gyrates and his tongue whirls around in his mouth as he conjures a wad of spit. He moves his head in close to her slit, pulling the panty crotch down under his chin. His tongue slips out just enough to wet his lips, then retracts. He leans in toward her opening, his tongue protrudes slightly curled around his spit wad. Ever so lightly his tongue touches her pink inner flesh. Moving slowly up and down, he leaves a trail of saliva the length of her slit. Then with steady, sensitive pressure, he gradually enters deeper. His tongue retracting periodically for a quick saliva refill, only to return to its lubricating duty. He tongues her clit for a while, then spreads more lube up and down her slit. He keeps this up until she is sopping wet. He pulls his head back for another visual inspection. Thumbs at the ready, they massage their way into her, spreading her open even wider. For being such a petite girl, she has a surprisingly large opening. 

Again, a knowing look crosses Nicky's face. "Could use a higher viscosity lube in there." 

He repositions one hand around her cunt, fingers to the right and thumb on the left, continuing to massage her open. The other hand drops down off the bed. As he stands, the fingers cupped around his balls and thumb on top at the base of his cock, oscillate open and closed, working his tool stiff. Then with great care he aims the tip at the great wet opening. Slowly, with the attention of a sensitive skilled doctor, his needle presses into her folds, up to the hilt. His hands, slip down following his fingers around her hips and under her buttocks. Here they lift her weight slightly from the bed and begin shaking her.

The cerebral chamber of this vibrating body remains lodged between my legs. I can't help but notice the sensation, as Andrea's nose is aligned with and pressing against my cloth-covered slit. One of her hands is shaken loose from my waist, and falls - deliberately slowly, I realize - with vibrato fingers that trickle down my butt cheek and leg. With a quick tickling dance they cross the back of my knee before ascending my inner thigh.

I tense a bit, uncertain what will happen next. This is in no way the sexual introduction I expected. Here it is, so what can I do now? 

Her fingers reach my panties and stretch the elastic leg opening to gain unobstructed access to my cunt. Her tongue quickly lathers my pussy lips. Each of Nicky's forward thrusts forces Andrea's tongue deeper into me. I imagine for the moment it is Nicky's cock in me. That gives me pleasure.

I look up at Nicky. His face is scrunched, his mouth opens, "ahhh," his head tilts back. The injection is complete. All at once, faster than anything, he pulls his spent syringe out of her pussy, and he is down, opened mouth wrapped around her cunt once more.

Andrea's hand climbs up my back, forcing me to lean forward. Her tongue glides easily in and out my saturated slit. Her lips wrap around my clit as Nicky has hers. As I lean forward, her tongue swirls around my clit followed by lips closing in, and sucking it into them. Alternating between swirling tongue and sucking lips my clit is pleasured as never before. I lean on the bed beside her, lifting my opposite foot on to the bed, opening my crotch for better access. My head is by her waist, near Nicky's face. I inhale the aroma of her juices mixed with his as he eats it out of her. 

If this is how life will be once they are married, I welcome her. I find an appreciation for her boldness to get what she wants. The thought of future loving adventures with Andrea and Nicky adds to my acceptance and welcoming of this intimate intercourse. I fill with joy and the pleasure, and in so doing, I feel the release of an orgasm. "Whooo-ey, that's good."

Andrea's hands drop down, letting me go. I collapse on the bed beside her, resting a spell as Nicky tidies his patient. 

Andrea puts her hands out to Nicky, "up." He promptly pulls her up and off the bed. In a rather perky fashion she says, "Go, ask your dad to pay for our honeymoon." 

"What?" Emotions running more rampant than ever. 

"Well, we did what he asked, now he'll do what we ask, right?" She says.

"Daddy asked you to sexually assault me? That's disgusting and disturbing. Why would he do such a thing? Why would YOU do such a thing?" I rebuke feeling used to the core. 

"You know you're his little buddy. He won't do anything I ask unless you get something out of it, or Mama makes him," Nicky replies. "He's been watching you closely; wants you to have the sexual intimacy you desire with me."

"With YOU! Yeah."

"Nuh-ah, the only pussy Nicky gets is mine," chides Andrea. Adding with pride and a giggle, "you enjoyed our little foray."

"I thought you were including me in your life together; not using me just to get money." 

"Come on, Mister. Let's wrap-up those honeymoon plans." 

I'm left alone.



The Doctor



It was a lousy night at work. Even thought it was a slow night I wasn't even batting 100. Actually I was a lot lower. My first three cases had died on the table. I wasn't very successful that night.

I'm a doctor; My name is Mark Traina III, well actually I am a trauma surgeon. My job is to save lives; I don't do any of the fancy surgeries that all the high dollar guys do. I don't do boob jobs, tummy tucks, or other fancy stuff. I do the grunt work, I save lives. I save the gunshot victims, the knifings, the motor vehicle crash victims, and all other types of mayhem. 

I get them when it's still touch and go. I don't try to do anything fancy. I just try to save lives.

My losses that night were two gunshot victims and one knifing. I swear the one gunshot victim was dead before they put him on my table. But they would still count his death against my stats. And my stats were not looking that good for the month. There was a gang war going on in our city and we were losing a lot of young men to these actions and a few innocent bystanders as well.

I had just finished the knifing victim. He had lost a lot of blood and I only gave him a 20% chance of surviving. I had gotten into clean scrubs (knifings were very messy) and was writing up my report on the surgery when my pager went off. A quick glance told me, I had another customer for my table. It was going to be a long night.

I scrubbed up and entered the cold and sterile atmosphere of an operating room. The operating room staff had my patient all prepared and the "gas passer" (Anesthesiologist) had him under. My charge nurse read me the vitals and a description of what they discovered wrong in ER. The team had already set an order to repair the damage. There were no bullet holes or knife wounds to repair. Those types of injuries would have been too easy; this one was a motor vehicle accident, a really bad one.

The anesthesiologist started reading off the numbers and he noted that they were rapidly falling. I didn't want to lose another one tonight so I quickly started in trying to saving a life. Somewhere inside he was bleeding. It was my job to find out where and stop it.

I had been working for about 15 minutes when another doctor appeared across the table from me. 

He asked, "Can I assist?"

"Damn right! I could use at least another 6 pair of hands, "I answered. " This guy is bleeding out and I haven't found from where yet.

Then I looked at him and remembered that he was an OB/GYN. 

I must have given him a funny look because he commented, "I guess you haven't looked under the drape. Your patient is a female. A pregnant female. You have two lives to save."

I looked at him and said, "Well do your thing. 'She's' losing blood somewhere inside her lower abdomen. See if you can find it and stop it."

I started working faster. She had a ruptured spleen and it was leaking blood rapidly. If I lose her I'd lose the baby also. I was thinking about how bad that would look in my stats when I discovered the blood vessel that was producing this massive blood loss. My attention changed focus again. I was back to concentrating on the bleeder.

We had her on the table for almost 4 hours before we were able to stabilize her. The OB/GYN and I shipped her off to recovery. We had done everything we could do for her. Now it was up to her (or God if you choose to believe) to heal. There would be more surgeries on her broken legs, crushed foot, and various facial injuries if she lived these next 12 hours.

While I was cleaning up the OB/GYN informed me that she was the only survivor of the accident. Her husband had died on the way to the hospital. The driver and passengers in the other car all perished. He also informed me that the fetus didn't look good. It would probably abort within the next 24 hours.

"Poor kid," I thought, "She's going to need to deal with a lot of grief as well as her injuries. I'll make a referral to one of the shrinks"

I really don't know why, but I stayed past the end of my shift after I got cleaned up. I walked into recovery, pulled up a chair and sat by her bed side. I wanted her to pull through. I slept there in the chair most of the day. 

There were no major changes in her condition for the next couple of days. One afternoon as I came into work the OB/GYN called me. She had lost the baby. It was a little girl. 

So although our patient came through that procedure I was still only one for two.

It was another week before she started to recover from her coma. Her body was now breathing on its own so the ventilator was removed. Two days later she started to stir in her bed. The ICU staff paged me. I was there when she first opened her eyes.

She was disoriented and not fully conscious when her eyes locked on mine.

I started my spiel, "Well good morning! Welcome back to the world. You were in a car accident and were in a coma for two weeks."

"Water," she interrupted. Her voice was a horrible sound coming from a human throat.

I picked up the glass and put the straw near her mount, "Just take little sips. Your stomach might revolt."

She managed to keep he water down so I went back to my lecture, "You have many injuries that will need to heal before you can leave us. Please plan on being here at least two months."

She tried to smile but the stitches around her mouth prevented it. She looked in pain.

As I nodded to the nurse by our patient's IV, the sedative went in her IV. Our patient closed her eyes and rested again.

I picked up her chart and spent some time learning about her. Her name was Ivette Taylor, she was married to (or should I say widow of) a Joe Taylor. He was an office manager for an out of State Corporation. The word was that he had been an up and comer. Ivette worked as a secretary for a local law firm. Everybody said they were a happy couple. All that wasn't on her chart, but nurses and EMT's gossip. I was tied into that pipeline.

Now Ivette was alone in this world now. My sources said that the police had been unable to find any relatives on either side.

I spent the next couple of months visiting with her at least once or twice a day. I would stop before starting my shift and chat. If it was a slow evening, I would sit at her bedside and just chat. We'd talk about our lives and our hopes and wishes.

Other nights I'd just sit there holding her hand while she cried sometimes from her loss but a lot of the time from her pain. The staff tried to help her with the pain, but there were rules about the types and amounts of pain killers any patient could receive. The hospital didn't want to discharge a bunch of addicts, so a little pain was good for the soul or builds character so the sayings go. 

I had referred her to one of our in house counselors. He helped her come to grips with her grief over the loss of her husband and baby. They couldn't help with the pain. The pain was real.

I'm not exactly sure how it came about, but the counselor and I both decided that she should move into my spare bedroom after her discharge from the hospital. There was no where else for her to go and this would give her a stable place to begin her recovery.

He had some reservations. I was cautioned about her developing an attachment to me. I told my friend I could handle it.

She had no one to take care of her so I had volunteered. It would turn out to be one of the happiest and also one of the saddest times of my life.

On the day of her discharge I proposed that we stop and pick up some of her things from her old apartment.

"No! No! I can't ever go in there again. There are just too many memories."

I took her to my house. Over the next few days we bought her an all new wardrobe with all the accessories. Hell I could afford it. I was a doctor. But I did miss the little peeks at her butt I got thanks to her hospital gown.

I made arrangements with a church group for her possessions. They emptied the apartment and gave everything in it to the needy. I got receipts for everything so she could deduct the donations from her taxes.

It took another year before her surgeries were completed. During that year I fell in love with her. I couldn't help it. She was beautiful, charming and a person that looked as if she had lost her best friend. I took the place of her best friend. Later I became her lover.

It was a rough year. She was in pain almost all of the time from the various repair and reconstructive procedures she had undergone. There were nights when she woke up screaming from her pain induced dreams. 

I went from sitting next to her bed side to climbing in her bed and holding her while she cried waiting for the pain killers to kick in.

I'm not exactly sure when it happened or even how but instead of going to our respective beds to sleep, we both ended up in mine. It took a while because of her injuries and the pain she felt when touched, but one night we completed our relationship. It wasn't wild and crazy sex like you read about in romance novels. She still was recovering from her various repairs, but it was damn nice. 

Ivette's and my relationship developed over the next few years. We became one. Her nightmares faded and our loving making became greater and greater in direct proportion. 

The years passed and we got married. It was nothing fancy, just a few friends before a Justice of the Peace. We honeymooned in Cancun, nothing but sun, sand, and hours of love making. 

I was happier than I have ever been in my life.

Ivette blossomed, she was happy and the nightmares finally stopped. The only down side was her chronic pain. When the weather changed, she ached. We tried aspirin. When that didn't work, we tried Advil. That didn't work either. 

I was a doctor so I started prescribing something a little stronger. I know that I was a surgeon and shouldn't be prescribing to a relative. But I loved her and couldn't stand seeing her in all that pain. 

I kept the dosage low and changed up on the drugs. I didn't want an addict for a wife. I got her to join a pain management counseling group. She started going to their meetings weekly.

One day when I came home she informed me that she had a job. Now we didn't need the money but she needed the fulfillment of accomplishing something. She got a job as an assistant to a very upscale photographer. He took pictures of all the top models in the area.

Ivette became a groupie of those beautiful people.

Soon Ivette and I were being invited to their parties. These people were shallow, self centered individuals. But Ivette idolized them. I soon realized what phonies they were. But I went for Ivette's sake. I talked with them, and I socialized with them but I had no use for them. Ivette could see none of their flaws.

I was a saver of lives. I gave of myself to society. They contributed nothing to the world of any consequence. They just took from it for their own gratification. Like I said, I had no use for them, but because I loved Ivette with all my heart and wanted only happiness for her. I tolerated her new friends.

We had been married about ten years when I felt that we should be starting a family. Hell we were in out mid thirty's and our biological clocks were ticking away. It took a lot of convincing but Ivette agreed to see her OB/GYN and get an all clear to start a baby.

She got the all clear and we made a little ceremony out of tossing our condoms away and starting a calendar with her morning wake up temperatures. We were trying to pin point when she was ovulating.

After almost eight months of trying, I got tested. My logic was that Ivette was pregnant when she had her auto accident. So it might be me. I might be shooting blanks.

My test results came back indicating that I was in good health. My sperm was plentiful and vigorous. I wasn't the problem. Now I had to figure out a way to have Ivette checked. If Ivette suspected that she might be the problem, I worried about the effect it might have on her mental stability.

I watched her for the next few months looking for the perfect time to ask her to check on her fertility. I'm not the most suspicious person, but I was a trained observer and a planner. As a trauma surgeon, I needed to watch for things that just weren't right with a patient on my table. I transferred these skills to my regular life.

I learned over the years to watch for the little hints that would make the difference between life and death. These habits just brought up things about Ivette's life that didn't quite fit. I began to notice that she wasn't as frisky in bed; she went out with either co-workers or girl friends a couple of times a month. All the classic signs were there.

I also noticed that she stopped bugging me for pain medication. I thought her "pain group" was helping her cope. One day I ran into one of her group members at a local mall. I had been killing time so that I didn't get back home in time to join Ivette at one of those beautiful people parties. I wanted to get home after Ivette left because it had been a long shift in the operating room. All I wanted to do was sleep for about the next week. It was that kind of a day.

The woman asked me how Ivette was doing. She said, "Ivette hasn't been to any of our meetings in months."

Warning bells went off in my mind. That night I didn't get the restful sleep I had planned on. I was beginning to suspect that my lovely wife was getting better drugs than I could or would supply. I knew I would need to watch her for those tell tale signs I knew as a doctor all too well.

I also knew that I needed to protect myself from her needs. If her supplier started squeezing her, our banks accounts would evaporate and things around the house would start disappearing. The next morning I spent some quality time at the bank, protecting myself.

That afternoon I had a meeting with my attorney and an investigator he recommended. It took the investigator only a week to confirm what I suspected. Ivette was a drug addict and paying for her habit with sex. She was her pusher's whore. She would do anything he demanded for her drugs.

That day while I was working and Ivette was plying her trade, the PI arranged to change the locks on my house, pack all her belongings, have the boxes placed in and around her car at the apartment her pusher supplied her to work out of. When everything was finished, Ivette was served with the Divorce paperwork while she was being double teamed by a couple of her clients.

She never even attempted to contact me. She just moved into her pusher's apartment.

The divorce moved swiftly through the court system. Ivette made none of the court appearances, did not hire an attorney, and asked for nothing. She did not even make the payments on her car and it was soon reprocessed. The only things she left our marriage with were the clothes on her back as she had left the boxes of her belonging in that cheap motel parking lot after she was served.

It was a couple of years later that I again crossed paths with Ivette. She and her 

"friends" were on the 6 O'clock news. The police had raided their little operation. With morbid curiosity I followed the trials. Ivette got eight years for drug trafficking, prostitution and a host of minor infractions. This was her first arrest so it appeared the judge took it easy on her. 

The judge threw the book at her "man". He had quite a history with the legal system; It will be twenty years before he sees the light of day.

I was always nice to the cops when they were in the hospital to see victims or perps. Some doctors made their lives as tough as possible. I, on the other hand, liked most cops. They were just people with a job to do and I tried not to make it any harder than it already was.

Because of my helpful attitude, the boys in blue would keep me up to date on my ex-wife and her pusher. It took about five years before he pissed off some crazy cell mate and was stabbed. He died before they could save him. 

The guys told me all about Ivette's many different cell mates. They were lesbians and made sure Ivette learned their perverse style of love. From the way it was described to me, Ivette jumped right into this life style. Even though she was locked up, she became a ladies lady.

Ivette was patrolled after six years. I never saw her but I was told that she was working in a factory on an assembly line. She was living with another woman as lovers. I guess she decided the life style fit.

Time passed and I met a female doctor. She was a pediatrician and loved children. It started with us bumping into each other across an operating room table. I was working on a kid that rode his bicycle in front of a car. It was touch and go for a while. So I didn't get to talk to her for a while. When I had the little guy all stabilized, I looked at her and said, "Hi."

I knew that she didn't have any surgical background so my next question was," Why are you standing in my operating theater?"

"He was a patient of mine. We had two years of cancer treatments. He's been in remission for the last year," was her answer.

"He looks as if he's going to make it. None of his injuries were that bad." 

She looked at me through her face mask. Both her eyes started flowing. I could see the relief in them.

I looked at the surgical nurse next to me, "I think the doctor across from us needs a wipe."

My new found colleague was named Doris Stuart. The boy was her sister's only child. He had been through Hell with the chemo and now would have some more hospital time. We needed to make sure he healed correctly. His immune system was still weak from all the treatments, so he needed to be watched closely.

I followed his case through the recovery process. I would stop in every few days to check on his progress. Doris was there with him every time I stopped. Soon Doris and I graduated from coffee in the cafeteria to dinner in some of the better restaurants around town.

Young Danny made great strides in healing. His cancer never reappeared. Doris and I also made great strides in our relationship. 

Danny was in our bridal party the next year.

I don't know what there is about pediatricians but we had two babies in three years. It seemed as if every time we made love she got pregnant again. After our third child, I had my tubes clipped. Doris and I were closing in on forty. 

It must have been about ten years later when my pager went off. I had cut down my time in the operating theater. I was pushing 50 and I just wasn't as proficient any more. So if my pager was going off, there was trouble in ER.

When I got to the hospital I found out there was a multiple shooting in a gay bar. There were fifteen people in trouble and the surgical floor was going to be very full, very soon. They were going to be extremely busy and my help was needed.

It was twelve hours later and I was working on my last case. It was a woman with a couple of bullets in her chest. They bullets had missed her heart but were still lodged near a couple of major blood vessels. If I wasn't really steady, I could nick one of those vessels and she would bleed to death before I could stop to patch the artery.

I opened her up and began trying to find the bullets and remove them. Then repair any damage they caused. As I worked on her, I got a nagging suspicion that I knew her. It was just a feeling because of the drapes on her and the apparatus in her mouth and around her face, I couldn't see her face. 

I continued working on her when one of the nurses commented, "Look at the track marks on this one's arms. She must be a real long time drug user."

I glanced at the arm nearest me, "It looked as if a sewing machine had run up this arm." Then I noticed the scaring from past surgeries on her arms. I moved the drape and exposed her right breast. She had the word "Ivette" tattooed across the upper slope of her breast. 




The Doctor



I knew she was my ex-wife.

I asked the charge nurse if the tox screen was back up from the lab. The nurse read me the numbers. My patient was so loaded with heroin I knew that she probably wouldn't survive recovery and withdrawal, if she made it off my table.

Without delay I made a terrible decision. 

I nicked one of her arteries with my scalpel. 

Silently I said, "Goodbye Ivette. I once loved you and still care. 

Maybe now all your pain will go away."

The heart monitor near her head started complaining. 

Then she flat lined.



The Doctor



My name is Charlotte and I am 30 years old frustrated housewife. I have long dark hair, stand at 6ft tall and have 36c boobs. My husband Donald whom I love dearly is not very good in the bedroom. Sometimes I have gotten so frustrated and have thought of going elsewhere to be satisfied but just haven't had the courage to do so yet. I love having sex with my husband but have only had a few orgasms during sex with him. 

I was out with my close girlfriend Lucy for dinner after work. She and I have been very close friends and have known each other since we were teenagers. We always talked about everything and yes it always ended up including sex. It was on that night that she told me about a doctor that she and a few of our friends had visited for similar problems. I thought about it for a couple of weeks and again after I had chatted with my friend Lucy I decided what the hell it would probably be only 1 appointment then I would never see him again anyways. So I made an appointment to see this new doctor that most of my friends have visited and said they thought he was the cure for every sexually frustrated wife out there in the city. 

I was a bit nervous when I entered the doctor's office but I needed help as my pussy quivered and throbbed almost continuously. I never stopped thinking of wild, rough dirty sex as it was on my mind 24/7. I needed a cure before I did something I would regret and would ruin my marriage to my loving husband. I sat down after letting the receptionist that I was here to see doctor Findley. I picked up a magazine and sat nervously paging through it. I nearly jumped out of my skin when the adjoining door opened and a deep voice came from inside it informing me that it was my appointment to see the doctor. 

I got up and put the magazine back from where I had picked it up from and as I turned around and walked towards the doctor's consulting room I stopped in my tracks. The doctor must have stood about 6ft 4 in height and was looked very muscular but in a good way and not like some of the men that look almost like comic book heroes. He was gorgeous with deep blue eyes and dark hair and a smile that could make a woman's heart stop which mine nearly did. No wonder all my friends were talking non-stop about this guy he was drop dead gorgeous. 

I started to turn around ready to bolt for the exit as there was no way I was going to tell this man about any of my sexual problems. Before I could decide what I wanted to do he moved towards me and placing a hand at the centre of my lower back as he guided me towards the nearest chair after shutting his consulting room door. Moving around to his side of the big desk in front of me he sat down and gave me the full benefit of his gorgeous smile and white teeth. It almost had me nearly coming in my panties and he hadn't even talked to me yet. I thought I had problems before now my raging hormones and too vivid imagination was creating all scenarios about what I would like to do with his naked body and what I would like him to do with that sensual mouth and strong hands. 

I whimpered from the merciless throbbing that was going on between my thighs while looking up and seeing him grinning at me. Blushing I looked down again concentrating on the place that was giving me all these problems. He chuckled and told me not to worry I was in good hands. Being in his good hands was now the problem as I couldn't stop thinking about those hands of his now. I was now day dreaming how they would feel caressing my breasts, gliding along my silky thighs and finding my pleasure spot. I just couldn't think straight in his presence now.

He asked me to go behind the curtain and to change into a gown then make myself comfortable on the bed. He had to be kidding me right, there is no way I was ever going to be comfortable near this perfect specimen of masculinity clothed let alone being in just a paper gown. After a few minutes I was able lay back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling wondering what possessed me to come here in the first place. A few seconds later he peeped around the curtain to see if I was ready and gave me a wink. Oh Lord!!! I was so aroused and was now struggling to contain myself. I just wished he wasn't so damn hot now. 

Wheeling his chair between my thighs he swiftly pulled me down further and hooks my legs into the stirrups either side of him. Grinning he informed me that there is no escape now which now scared the fuck out of me. As his hands slid smoothly down my thighs he eased my legs apart as soft moan escaped my mouth. Giving off a soft laugh he told me that he could already see what my ailment was and that he certainly had the cure. I gasp as he gently rubbed my now throbbing clit with thumb as he slowly traced the shape of my swollen nub. Driving me almost over the edge he traced his fingers down my soft moist folds and smoothly slipped two of his fingers up my quivering snatch. 

I cry out as my vaginal muscles clenched hungrily around his fingers as he probed deeper and deeper inside me. I thrust my hips upwards wanting more and more of his fingers inside me now as he told me to be patient and relax just a little longer. How the hell could I relax with this gorgeous hunk's hand seeking out my pleasure core I ask myself? By now he was sliding his two fingers as far as they would go inside me in a fluid motion making me gasp and pant with every thrust of his fingers that he made. He watched my reactions with those penetrating blue eyes of his as he drove me closer to the point of no return. Crying out I thrust upwards and surrendered to the waves of my mind blowing orgasm that were now shooting threw me. After coming down from my high he smiles as he tells me that the first part of my examination is over and now it was time get to the root of my problem.

Still feeling weak from my orgasm I wasn't paying that much attention to anything until I felt something nudge up against my soaking wet hole. As I now stared up at him in shock he guided what I felt as a massive cock inside my soaking cunt. In my aroused state I found him to be a very tight fit and felt my cunt hole stretch and yield to his enormous bulk. When I though I couldn't take anymore of him inside me he gave one last final push. Now I knew what it felt like to be impaled on a huge meaty lance. The man had a monster for a cock and it was now buried deep in my more than ready pussy. 

He waited until I was relaxed enough to take his monster inside me and allowed my body to get used to it. I then submitted to what seemed like an eternity of the most amazing sex I have ever had. Thrusting in and out of me like a well-oiled piston the doctor was insatiable. He never stopped fucking me as hard as he could as I climaxed over and over as he just kept drilling my pussy deeper and deeper. By the time he came and shot a mother load of hot thick creamy cum up my aching twat I was screaming my head off. It took me almost half an hour to have some control over my body. My legs were like jelly by the time I was dressed and it was now already dark outside.

Lounging in his chair he grinned at me and said he was relieved that his office was sound proofed seeing that I was such a screamer. He said he liked that, he like it a lot. As I wobbled over to the nearest chair and collapsed into it with a shaky breath I asked him when was my next appointment. With a chuckle he told me that next Wednesday would be fine and he would need to see me at least once a week for the foreseeable future to cure me of my problem. As I finally managed to get out of the chair I was sat in and headed for the door I turned around and asked him how long it would take to cure me?

"That could take years". He said laughing out loud.

I left the doctor's office with a huge smile now on my face as I realised I really liked the sound of that.



The Doctor and I



Laying back on the love seat, naked, I planned to take a short nap before showering and heading to the OB/GYN for my semi-annual exam. Dr. Miller -- Rachel -- is my doctor, and she is beautiful. She's petite, blonde (not natural, I think) and has the most perfect breasts and ass I've ever seen. Both are round and proportionate to her frame... delicious! So, I wanted to be freshly showered when she examined my fairly plump body. Any woman knows what I mean... we shower, shave, shave again, deodorize, powder, etc... primping for the doc, whether male or female, who is going to have their face just inches away from our naughty bits.

Reclining on the love seat, my thoughts drifted to Dr. Miller and my last visit to her. During our pre-exam conference, as I sat there covered in a paper sheet, feeling exposed and vulnerable, Dr. Miller rose from her chair, exposing her crotch for just a split second. It wasn't naked, she was wearing white cotton panties... very sensible. But for some reason, it turned me on so much, that precum began to lubricate the folds of my pussy... probably leaving a wet spot on the paper sheet below me. How embarrassing! In just minutes, Dr. Miller would have her fingers inside of me, and she'd know that I was experiencing arousal. Hell, my nipples were even getting hard!

She instructed me to lay back on the table and place my heels in the stirrups, as she took her spot on the little stool at the foot of it. I heard the snap of latex gloves, and the squirt of K-Y she used to allow her fingers smooth access to my vagina. Whew... that meant she'd maybe not notice my own personal lubrication pooling down there from the flash of white panties I just had as she stood up.

"Relax, Anne," Dr. Miller said, "I'm going to slide my fingers into you now."

"Breathe," I told myself. "Just breathe."

Still, the entrance of her gloved fingers into my most private area took my breath away for a moment. It wasn't the usual startled surprise, either. It was a sexual thrill. I certainly wasn't counting on that. I stifled the moan that made its way from my belly to my lips.

I could feel her pressing her fingers deeper inside of me, to get a better feel of the organs above my vagina. But as much as I told myself that this was all clinical, scientific, and necessary, I was feeling so aroused that I'm sure I began to move my pelvis in time to her pushing. Precisely when I realized I was practically fucking her fingers, she unceremoniously pulled them out and peeled off the gloves. I was afraid to look at her, so I turned my head the other way, willing myself to get it together. This is my doctor for Christ's sake!

"Time for the breast exam, Anne," she said, interrupting my thoughts.

As I looked in her direction, there was a tell-tale flush to her face and chest. She must've noticed my pelvic thrusts as she had done the exam. I was dying at this point, as perhaps she was. Dr. Miller moved to the other end of the exam table and instructed me to fold down the paper sheet, exposing my breasts for her examination. I did as she requested, praying that my nipples had gone soft again and that if they hadn't, that having taut nipples was a fairly normal response for someone having her breasts practically felt up by the doctor.

Dr. Miller cradled my breast with one hand, while making circles with the other, starting at the underside, and working her way up toward the nipple.

"Ssssss," I sucked in my breath as her fingers passed over my totally erect nipples. Still holding my breast gently with one hand, she finished her exam of that breast where it met my underarm. She repeated the procedure on the other breast, her bare hands moving lightly over my flesh, causing my pussy to become even wetter than it was before the exam began.

"Get dressed, Anne," she called over her shoulder as she left the exam room. "I'll see you in my office when you're ready."

I quickly dressed, throwing away the paper sheet from the exam table, that was now soaked with my juices, and made my way to her office in the next room. It was very tastefully decorated, and had a comfy sofa for us to sit on while we discussed the exam and it's implications.

"Anne, I'm going to be honest with you," she began.

Oh no. she's going to confront me about my attraction to her. What should I say?

"I think you may need to come and see me next week for another exam," she continued, breaking into my panicked thoughts. "There's a slight abnormality that I need to read up on before examining you again."

I didn't know whether to burst with joy, or break into tears. On one hand, Dr. Miller didn't mention my obvious sexual desire for her. But on the other hand, something might be really wrong with me.

"I see, Dr. Miller. I can make an appointment for next week."

"Ok, then. I will see you in exactly one week." And the conversation ended, just like that. Dr. Miller rose from her spot on the sofa and opened her office door to let me out.

And that's where my memory of that doctor appointment ends. As I layed here naked, thinking about that visit, I realize my hands had drifted to my round thighs, not even aware that I'd already parted my legs, awaiting the touch of my hands on my snatch. Working my upward along my inner thighs, my fingers came to rest on my full, meaty pussy lips. 

I couldn't help myself at this point. I'd fantasized about Dr. Miller since this time last week, but haven't touched myself even once. I know I shouldn't be doing this just prior to a visit where her eyes will peer into my vagina and see the cum coating the inside of me. Still, I spread my cunt wide open with one hand, and begin to flick gently at my clit with my other hand. It's already sprung to life, becoming a nice, hard, little bud tingling with pleasure at my every touch. Soon, the flicks turn to slow circles around my love button, my hips rising and rotating in the opposite direction.

"Mmmmm," I moan softly.

"Mmm hmmmmm," I pant a little louder.

"Ohmmmm.... mmmmmm...," I felt the orgasm building in my pelvis, my fingers involuntarily moving faster and harder as fire exploded in my belly, releasing that warmth that can only mean one thing: I'm cumming, strong and sweet. My quim quivered and my thighs clenched against my hands, pressing them hard against my erect bud. The tension flowed out of my body, as did the creamy evidence of my pleasure.

"Oh, God, that was good!" I smiled to myself and hopped up to take a shower and get ready for my appointment.

Just 30 minutes later, I arrived at Dr. Miller's office, and oddly hd no trouble finding a parking space. Did I get the appointment wrong? Today is Tuesday, isn't it? I hit the alarm for the car and made my way toward the small office that houses Dr. Miller's and Dr. Tali's medical practice.

Pushing my way through the glass door to the building, I noted the lighting was different in the office. It wasn't dark, exactly, but there wasn't as much light as usual either. Aha! The receptionist's desk lamp is off! But the door was open. This is all too confusing. What's going on?

"Dr. Miller?" I call. "Is anyone here?"

"Anne!," Dr. Miller smiled as she rounded the corner from her office.

"Where is everyone?" I asked as I looked around the office. "The door was unlocked, so I came in."

"I was expecting you an hour ago. I sent everyone home, and Dr. Tali is on vacation this week," was her reply.

"Oh no! Did I get the wrong time for the appointment?"

"Yes, I'm afraid you did," Dr. Miller said. And then she added, "But I can still take you if you don't mind the quietness of the empty office."

"Sure. I'd really appreciate it. I don't know how I made this mistake and got the wrong time, but I'm ready and I don't think I can stand the suspense of not knowing what's wrong with me."

"Would you like to talk about that in my office before we begin the exam?" she asked.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I told her that I would love to discuss it right away. And with that, she led the way to her office, closing the door probably more out of habit than because someone might walk in. After all, the office was vacant, except for us.

"Anne," Dr. Miller begins, "I don't know quite how to say this to you. It's one of the most difficult conversations I've ever had to have in my career as a doctor."

"Just say it, Dr. Miller. I can take anything you have to tell me. The worst part is not having any idea what's wrong with me. I'd prefer knowing rather than not." I offer bravely, ready for whatever bad news she was about to deliver.

"Anne, I think you may have the wrong idea about what I have to tell you. I'm sorry if you've been worrying about it all week. I just needed time to read about this and to search my own soul for answers," Dr. Miller continued.

"Go on. Tell me."

"Well, last week when you were in my office, I think that you were becoming aroused, more than usual, as I did my exam."

"I - I - I know," I stammer. "I'm sorry, Dr. Miller. I don't know what came over me! I haven't had any sex in quite a long time. My boyfriend and I broke up over a year ago, and you're the only one who's touched me 'down there' in all that time." All of that I blurted out in a single breath, horrified that we were confronting the issue, but relieved that she wasn't telling me I was dying or had some strange deformity.

"I see, Anne, would you mind calling me Rachel? I feel like we are having this conversation more as friends right now, rather than doctor and patient. Besides, Miller is my ex-husband's name, and having broken up with your boyfriend, you may know how I feel about having to use his last name."

"Dr. ... er... I mean, Rachel? Is that normal? You know, for me to be wet like that when you touched me last week?"

"Sure, it's completely natural. But I wanted to talk to you about something else, which I'm having trouble with about that day," she admitted.

"Yes? Go ahead, Rachel," I said hesitantly.

"I was feeling some sexual feelings of my own as I examined you. I've never experienced this before. I've never wanted to touch any of my patients in a sexual way. I am gay, a lesbian, which is why my husband and I divorced. I've been alone for a long time. My lover and I broke up over a year ago. Sure, I masturbate, but that isn't the same as having someone touch you and feel you and hold you."

Her confession was surprising and moving. I wasn't offended, rather intrigued by what she was saying.

"Rachel, I was very aroused during that exam. I was becoming so lubricated, that you wouldn't have needed to use that K-Y you always use. I'm not gay though. I have thought about women from time to time, but I've got this big, round body. My exboyfriend told me I'd never get another man looking like this. Your touch excited me in ways that I haven't ever experienced before. When you touched my breasts, you didn't seem repulsed by them. You didn't cringe when you saw the bulge of my belly or my jiggly thighs."

"That's because I find them beautiful, Anne. You have a woman's body. It's all about grace and curves and softness. It's what aroused me the first time I saw you in my office." Rachel says as she smiles gently and touches my hand.

"I don't know what to say. Why are you telling me this? Do you want me to find another doctor?" I ask.

"If you want, Anne. But what I really wanted to ask is if you'd consider coming over to my house for dinner sometime. Of course I understand if you aren't interested. I don't want to push you into anything or make you feel uncomfortable about getting medical care here. But after looking deep into my heart this past week, I knew that I needed to take this chance, or lose what could be the woman I was meant to be with."

"I think I'd like to come for dinner. When?" I surprised even myself with my answer.

"How about tonight? I was just finishing up here when you arrived. You could follow me to my house. I've got all the fixins for the best spaghetti you've ever tasted in your life!" Her warm smile melted any inhibitions I may have felt in the beginning of this odd conversation. "And I promise I won't do anything to make you feel uncomfortable. We are just friends, ok?"

"Ok, Rachel. I'm glad we had this talk. I was so embarrassed last week and so worried all week about what was going on with me. I am actually relieved now that we've talked. And I'm famished, so let's get this show on the road, girl!" I grin. She smiled back, and I could feel our friendship beginning.

We pull into the long driveway of Rachel's beautiful farmhouse. It isn't far outside the city, but it is a different world out here. I saw stars, traffic was non-existent, and the smell of fresh cut hay was in the air. I breathed it all in as I left my car and followed Rachel up the stone pathway to her front door. I noticed the curve of her buttocks as she climbed the path. Her buns are delicious. I had thought so many times what a great body she had, and figured I was envious, that I wanted that body for my own. But tonight, I could tell that I wasn't just jealous of her body, I want to experience her body. To feel those cheeks in my hands, to squeeze them and run my hands over their shapeliness.

Walking through the front door, I saw that her home was gorgeous. It smells of cinnamon and vanilla. It's like every country home I've ever seen in the magazines. I already felt relaxed, just being in that cozy atmosphere. Rachel directed me to hang my coat on the coat tree, and have a seat anywhere in the family room while she started on the spaghetti. I complied, but it wasn't more than a few minutes of watching her assemble the ingredients before I felt the urge to help. I've never been one to just sit back and let someone else cook for me. It should be a team effort.

"Can I help?" I asked, half expecting her to tell me to sit down and rest a few minutes before dinner.

But she surprises me and tells me that she'd be happy to have some help. I can do the salad.

In short time, we were chatting away like old friends, and setting the table for dinner.

The table was small and the candles on it created a warm atmosphere... a glow... and I saw Rachel in a whole new light, both literally and figuratively. Her lips looked so kissable and sweet. She caught me watching her slurp the last of a strand of spaghetti into her mouth, spashing a tiny dab of sauce on her upper lip. Her tongue peeked out just a little to scoop it up, and I swear she allowed it to linger just a bit longer than necessary. She was seducing me, and I was thrilled. Butterflies were dancing in my tummy, some escaping to my pussy, which was beginning to tingle.

Dinner continued and as we were cleaning up the table afterward, I splashed a bit of wine on my sweater.

"Damn! That's gonna stain!"

"Here, let me get a towel and some club soda. We'll take care of that in a jiffy." Rachel moved quickly to get the needed supplies and nearly ran into me when she turned around to hand them to me.

"Thank you. I feel like such a klutz! I'm always spilling something."

"You? I'm the one that nearly knocked you over trying to get the club soda!" she laughed. "Let me dab it for you."

Rachel took the towel and poured a small amount of the soda water on it. Gingerly, she dabbed at the stain which dotted my left breast. The touch of her hands was electric. I didn't expect to feel anything like that from her kind gesture. She diligently worked at dabbing the stain up, so businesslike, that I thought I must have imagined her seduction during dinner.

"There. It looks like I got most of it. I don't think it will set in if you wash it as soon as you get home."

"Are you trying to get rid of me already?" I chuckled.

"Of course not! I was planning on lighting a fire if you'd care to stay a while longer." She answered.

"Great! I don't have any plans for tonight. A warm fire sounds perfect!"

We settled in on the sofa in front of the fire, and talked about our jobs, our families, our most embarrassing moments, whatever came to mind. Several logs later, we were still talking and laughing like we'd been friends forever.

"You mean he actually put the car in drive?!!! I'll bet you were covered in mud!" Rachel said of a particularly awkward moment when my brother's car got stuck in a ditch and I had to help push it out.

"Yes, I was!" I laughed heartily. "And I can laugh about it now, but that day, I was fuming mad at him!"

Our eyes met as we laughed, bringing a charged silence that brought our lips together for the first time. It wasn't Rachel who made the first move either. It was me. I leaned closer to her, still holding her gaze, half smiling from the uproarious situation I'd just related. I paused before our lips met, afraid that she wasn't going to respond. She closed the gap between us, and gently touched her lips to mine, closing her eyes as she did. It was such a soft, sweet kiss. We parted and she opened her eyes, looking so content.

I leaned in again, this time, closing MY eyes and parting my lips as we met somewhere in the middle. Rachel's hand cradled the back of my head, her tongue probing delicately, finding my own curious tongue waiting for hers. I let my hand rest on her hip, as she deepened the kiss. My cunt was going haywire! Tingling, flowing with precum, pussy lips swelling. Kissing Rachel was exhilarating! Feeling her hand slide from the back of my head, tickling down the center of my back, nearing my ass both scared me and gave me sexual chills. I bravely moved my hand from her hip, slowly up her side, allowing myself to linger at the side of her breast, exploring the curve beneath it. A woman felt so different than a man. Men are all angles and muscle. Rachel's form was soft, round, flowing from one body part into another.

Neither of us said a word. I mirrored Rachel's actions. As she began unbuttoning her blouse, I pulled my sweater over my head. Her lacy silk bra made her tits look like sweet, juicy peaches, ripe for the picking. I began to become self-conscious about my own less-than-perfect body. I pulled my sweater to my chest, covering my larger, more fleshy bosoms.

"Don't, Anne. Your boobs are awesome! I love the way they feel in my hands when I examine you. Let me see them, please." Rachel lowered the sweater than remained a barrier between my breasts and her.

Rachel unhooked my bra from the front, allowing my globes to tumble free of their restraint. My nipples and areola were aching from their confinement, their tautness visible immediately. She lifted my breasts, one in each hand, feeling their weight. Her thumbs brushed across their rock hard buds.

"Mmmmmmm," I moaned, closing my eyes and allowing my head to fall back.

"Oh, you like that?" Rachel cooed. "Your nipples are so sensitive. Do you pinch them or play with them?"

"Mmmmm hmmmm... sometimes I pull at them when I'm feeling horny."

"Your nipples are like cherries, begging to be eaten." She lifted my breast higher and lowered her head to allow her mouth access to the swollen knob at it's center. "Mmmmffff... " she half-moaned, half-cooed as she ran her tongue around the edges of the areola, flitting across the peak of the nipple. The feeling warmth as her mouth enclosed as much of my tit as she could, sent currents of sexual energy through my body. Her other hand, still pinching my other nipple... little sparks of sex zinging through that tit.

"Rachel. Can I see your breasts? Let me take off your bra, please?" I begged.

"Sweetie, I know this is new to you. I don't expect you to do anything right now, except enjoy the touch of my hands, my mouth, my body. There will be plenty of time for you to explore my body."

"Mmm kay," I managed to murmur, as she took both tits in her hands and began kneading them firmly, but with a gentless that was so pleasurable to me. We kissed again, hungry this time. I was being driven to the brink, and had no idea what was going to happen next.




The Doctor and I



"I'm going to take off your pants now. I want to see you, not in a clinical, professional way, but I want to see you naked, laying on my sofa, lust in your eyes, moist between your legs." claimed Rachel in a voice so thick you could cut it with a knife. She unsnapped the top of my jeans, and slid them off, as I lifted my hips to help her. My panties went with them, as she tugged my jeans from my legs.

Rachel just stood there for a minute, looking at me, while I watched her. Her hard nipples were poking through the thin layer of satin that held her breasts in such a delicious way. I wanted to reach up and touch them... I started to, even....

"Ah, ah, ahhhhh," chided Rachel. "Let me be there for you."

She knelt at the side of the sofa and pulled off my socks, tossing them aside. Her kisses were like tiny nips on the inside of one knee and then the other. My legs began to spread, allowing her even more access. My inner thighs received the same tiny nibbles. My pussy was trembling with anticipation. Her tongue was now trailing from my inner knee up my leg, stopping just where my snatch met my hips. Rachel placed a lingering, sucking kiss there that sent me panting and pleading for more. Lifting my hips and spreading my legs wider with her shoulders, she kissed the mound of my pubic area, clean shaven for the office visit I thought I was having earlier. And again, she kissed it, staying just a bit longer. Her tongue reached out and tickled the outside of my pussy lips.

"Yeahhhhh, Sweetie, I'm getting there. I'll get there soon enough." I could hear the smile in her voice.

My hips were writhing slowly, beginning a rhythm that was all about sex. I wanted to feel her tongue diving deep into me, and she was busy tantalizing me with her sweet little kisses and sucks and licks.

"Rachel... what are you doing to me?"

She didn't answer, but pushed her face hard into my snatch, breathing in my musky scent and sucking both labia into her mouth at once, drawing her mouth upward toward my clit, which was throbbing by now. Reaching around one leg, she spread my large lips apart, exposing my glistening wet inner sex. Her tongue curled up as she brought her face toward me again, this time, plunging it deep into my vagina. I could feel the juices trickling out onto her tongue as she withdrew it, cupping it so the juices were trapped there. She savored the tasty treat, swallowing it with ceremony while I watched. Her face was dewy with my precum. She went back for seconds, contorting her tongue into every possible nook and cranny inside of me, seeking out the moisture that was demonstrating how very turned on I was.

Soon, Rachel kissed my lips one last time, and allowed her tongue to flicker across my clit, like the fire flickering in the fireplace, licking upward. Her tongue on my clit sent my hips gyrating, pushing them upward harder and harder. She captured my clit between her lips and began to suck on it, as if it were my nipple. I could feel her tongue still teasing it as she sucked. Though my hips bucked, craving the friction I thought I needed to reach my peak, Rachel's mouth remained locked on my sex button, her tongue working it's magic.

The tingling sensation began to spread, so slowly that I didn't recognize it as the beginning of my orgasm. But I must've let out a soft cry because Rachel released my clit from her mouth's grasp and started licking it in synch with the rise and fall of my pelvis. The pace quickened, and I felt her fingers slide inside of me, so easily, and without any K-Y or latex gloves to separate her skin from mine. The happy surprise of her fingers entering me sent me spiraling over the edge of pleasure, like ever widening waves from a rock thrown into a pool... spreading outward, pulsating through me.

"Oh, God!!!! Yessssss.... that feels great! Don't stop!!!! I'm cumminggggggggggg!!!!" I cried.

"Uh huh...... Ungh....... Unghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" echoed Rachel, her excitement at my orgasm muffled by the fact that her tongue was still stroking away on my clit.

"Mmmmmm.... yes..... yes..... yes....." I sighed, the last vestige of my orgasmic wave subsiding, leaving my hole to contract around Rachel's fingers.

Rachel kissed my quivering pussy lips once more and untangled her arms from my thighs. Sitting on the floor next to the couch, she rested her arm across my belly, and her head on my chest. I was speechless.

"I'm so glad you came for dinner, Anne. I hope you weren't disappointed."

"Mmmmmmm... " I sighed. It was all I could muster.

"You can stay here tonight. I have some sheets and extra blankets for the sofa. Don't move, I'll go get them." Rachel went somewhere to get them, but I don't know where. I drifted off to sleep then, and awoke a few minutes later, trying to piece together the events of that night. I was satisfied and content, and felt like a new chapter of my life had just begun. I wanted to find Rachel and thank her, so naked, I arose and headed toward what must be the bedroom. On the bed, I saw Rachel, sitting on the edge next to a pile of blankets, holding a box full sex toys. I had a vibrator at home, but there were things in that box that I'd never set eyes on before.

"Oh, you startled me!" She cried as she jumped a bit at the sight of me standing in her bedroom.

"What's all that?" I inquired.

"They're my toys," she said almost wistfully, like they had been her best friends for a long time. "I was going to pick one out to use to get myself off after you went to sleep."

"Would you care to teach me how that's done? I don't recognize half of those things in there!" I asked.

"I'm sure you're tired, Anne. You don't need to worry about me. We can work on that another day."

"Rachel, you just game me the most beautiful orgasm of my life, and I want to learn to please you, too. Won't you please at least show me what these toys are and what to do with them?"

I sat next to her on the bed, peering into the treasure box in her hands.

"What's this one?" I said as I picked up a small, silver, bullet-shaped device with what looked like a remote control attached to it with a wire.

"That's my favorite toy, for getting off, that is. It's a vibrating egg. You control it with the remote like this."

Rachel turned the dial on the remote, and it began to buzz softly in my hand. She turned the dial a little further, and it became a stronger vibration. I could see how this one might be her favorite. She took it from me, still vibrating, and touched it to my shoulder, sliding it down toward my breast, stopping at my nipples. I was becoming aroused again, even after only a short time.

I took the vibrating egg from Rachel, and mimicked what she'd done to me. I placed it on her shoulder, near her neck, and worked my way toward her breasts. I placed it between her breasts, still clad in that satin bra. As I touched the vibrator to the cleavage between her tits, Rachel unhooked her bra for me, apparently wanting to feel vibration over more of her body than was currently exposed. I ran the vibe from between her breasts around the curve to her nipple, which was dark and pointy, puckering around the areola. She was getting goosebumps. I was getting a thrill watching Rachel's body react to my touch.

Remembering Rachel's ministrations earlier, I gently rubbed the vibe across one nipple, while taking the other one into my mouth, sucking on it like a baby sucks on her mother's breast. I wasn't sure if I was doing it right or not. I'd never done this before. But Rachel's moans and her hands tangled in my hair gave me all the encouragement I needed. I moved to the other breast, and began using my tongue this time. Her gasp as I stroked across her hard nub for the first time told me I was learning well from her example. There was a strange comfort in suckling at her bosom. But she wasn't my mother. It just dawned on me that Rachel Miller, Dr. Rachel Miller, was my lover. I was making love to a woman.

I kissed my way up her chest, to her neck, something I'd always loved, having my neck kissed. Maybe she'd enjoy that, too. Her breath caught for a second as I kissed just below her ear. I whispered into her ear, with hot breath, "Am I doing ok?"

"Mmmm hmmmm," she whimpered.

I kissed along her chin, finding her mouth open, her tongue touching her top lip. Hungrily, she pressed her mouth to mine, her tongue no longer doing the sensual dance it had done earlier when we kissed. This time, she was pushing against my tongue with her own, fucking my mouth with her hardened tongue." She leaned into me, hard, forcing my backward onto the bed.

"Mmmm... Hey... No you don't. It's my turn to play now." I pushed upward on her shoulders, sitting up as I did. "Get comfortable, this may take a while. I don't quite know what I'm doing yet."

Remarkably, Rachel did as I commanded, and she propped herself up on the pillows at the head of her bed. Laying with her hands to her sides, still wearing her skirt and stockings. I unzipped the side of her skirt, and slid it easily over her hips, the stockings providing a smooth surface to do so. I rolled her pantyhose down over her bottom, as she lifted herself off the bed to assist me. Having removed her clothing, I wanted to see her. I wanted to appreciate the breasts that I had thought about for the past few years that she'd been my doctor. She was truly amazing. Her body was perfect. What did she see in me?

Reaching into the bag of toys, I pulled out a long, cock-shaped item. It was black, with a handle on the end of it, kind of rubbery. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what that toy was for. It was for filling up her pussy. I did as I remembered Rachel doing for me, and I kissed her legs, starting with her ankles, tiny little kisses, leaving behind a dotted trail of moisture. When I reached that part of her thigh, just above her knee, her legs parted, and she lifted her knees, opening her cunt wide for me. I wanted to taste her, to see what she tasted like compared to me. But I also wanted to see the shiny black dong slide into her pussy, disappearing between the folds of her labia. I started to press the head of the big, black dick at the opening of her vagina, and she closed her legs.

"I'm not quite ready for that, yet," she said. "I need to feel something softer down there first."

Realizing she meant my tongue, I kissed her pussy lips, it felt like they were a mouth, almost, kissing me back. I licked the moisture that was sticking to the dark brown hair that adorned her private area. She was not shaved, as I was, but her snatch was neatly trimmed and perfect, just the same. I tried to lick in the middle of her inner lips, opening Rachel with my tongue, but I was having trouble getting just the right angle with my head bent up like that. She sensed my difficulty, and suggested that I turn myself around, and try coming in from the top.

I kneeled next to her, my ass in the air, as I lowered my head to her wide open cunt. I licked with my tongue flat from the very top, where her clit was protruding, to the opening of her vagina. Her hips rose to meet my mouth, keeping the pressure of my tongue on her waiting quim just right. I could feel her hand rubbing my backside while I licked her pussy like an ice cream cone. Her hand was caressing my buttocks, prying them open at times. I had the urge to open my legs, allowing her access to my pussy. There was nowhere for my leg to go, but over to the other side of her, if I was to continue laving her wet lips like I wanted to.

Rachel must've read my mind, because she suggested that I do just that. She said I should straddle her chest, giving me a center position on her clit and the rest of her pubic area. After some minor adjustments, I continued licking her, but I wasn't sure just what I was supposed to be doing with my tongue. I found her knob, hard and throbbing at the top of her pussy. And began to kiss it, sucking it toward my lips and making little smacking noises. My nose was wet with her juices and she was still massaging my rear end, squeezing both cheeks with her hands, spreading them apart with her thumbs.

The next thing I knew, I felt her tongue lapping up the dripping juices from my previous cum, and the precum from my current state of arousal. She was slurping and I could feel the tip of her nose brushing against the pucker of my asshole every now and then. I couldn't quite do that from my position, but I did feel that she was now ready for the large, black dick. Her hole was wet and open, waiting for something to enter her. I picked it up and grasped the handle, still sucking her clit. Her hips ground her pussy into my face, begging for something more. I pressed the tip of the dong into her pussy hole, and her thrusting hips rose, letting it slide easily into her gaping hole.

I couldn't keep sucking on her clit while I fucked her with that dildo, so I masturbated her with my thumb while fucking her pussy long and hard and slow with the cock. The two of us rocked back and forth in a rhythm that was quite unlike the one I'd experienced with my boyfriend. Juices squirted out my with every stroke of the dong into her pussy and Rachel tongue-fucked my cunt. She rubbed at my asshole with her thumb, sometimes pushing it in just a little. All at once, my tight asshole opened up, and her entire thumb slid in. I started to cum at the feel of her thumb in my ass.

"Oh God, Rachel! I'm cumming! This isn't like the last time! Fuck my ass! Lick my cunt!"

My back arched and I felt a sensation I've never felt before. Rachel withdrew her thumb from my butt, just as my orgasm reached it's peak. Another wave of pleasure emanated from my ass, upward into my belly and downward into my thighs. I could feel cum squirting out of my hairless pussy. I'm sure I stopped fucking her at that point, because every bit of energy was called to my pelvis for that orgasm. My thighs were trembling, weak and completely spent. I pulled the dildo out of her, releasing the pearly liquid that was trapped inside her. Her cum spilled out onto the bed, 

"Anne, that was the best fuck I've had in a long time. I didn't intend for this to happen tonight. I'm sorry if anything we did scared you." Rachel apologized.

Rolling off of her, and turning myself to lay at her side, I told her that I wasn't angry or scared. I was tired and happy and would need a nap before she taught me about any more toys. We laughed together for a minute, and then both drifted off to sleep.

It was an experience I'll never forget... especially since Rachel and I are still together today. She loved my body, flaws and all. And I came to appreciate the gentle touch of a woman that night. Tonight for dinner, our friend, Kriss, is coming over for spaghetti. Maybe there's a new experience on the horizon for me. Who knows?



The Doctor & The Dalliance



They hadn't met. She was a single mom. He was a college professor. Only in the halls at their children's elementary school had their paths crossed. He always sat alone, along the rear wall, during plays and concerts; she was always busy with her daughter's hair, or substitute teaching. There lives were a world apart.

Yet that Spring Tuesday she had worked at school a bit late, and he came a bit early to the concert (she found out much later that he had to see Steven's coach about what constituted 'legal' shoes). When she ran out the door to her car, they collided and her armful of manila folders flew everywhere. He pardoned himself, introduced himself as Joel, and gallantly flitted here & there, picking up papers tossed by the wind. His self-demeaning attitude wholly unwitted her, and when the last paper was collected, his offer for dinner, "To make up for my clumsiness," was so charming she couldn't say no. They exchanged phone numbers and addresses, and Deb, blushing, slipped into her car and went home. She couldn't decide what it was about him that suddenly had her cheeks crimson. She also couldn't deny the fact that she was, suddenly, attracted to him.

For his part, Joel had tried to make the incident seem a game. His wide smile belied his laboring lungs as he lunged about collecting papers. Deb appeared to be a handsome woman, though for some reason she tried to hide it behind horn-rimmed glasses and a thick, pleated blouse with a high collar. As he went on to the coach's office, his thought strayed to their Saturday night date, and he decided that pleasant conversation was all he would likely have with her. He thought to himself, "What else is new?" and recalled his recent attempts to visit with women in the local bar scene. Decided disasters! When he finally arrived at the coach's office, he got the date entered into his pocket calendar, then nearly forgot about it.

Thursday morning came & went without incident for both of them, but when Steven came home he said, "Dad, Chuck's having a team sleep-over Friday night. It's ok if I go, isn't it?" 

And Deb's daughter, Tiffany, came home with similar news, "Mom, Amber's mom is letting her have 6 girls over Friday, its ok for me to go isn't it." 

When Joel got his calendar out to make the appropriate note, he rolled his eyes, worrying about how he could have come so close to forgetting about Deb. In any case, she would have to be called, because he would be later than they'd planned picking her up. When Deb's phone rang, Tiffany answered. "Mom, it's for you!" she yelled, before wandering over to the TV.

Deb picked up the receiver, expecting yet another tele-marketer, half cross already that her macaroni might boil over. Yet when Joel asked if she remembered him, her mind raced to her own calendar note, and she offered an off-hand, "Of course," then added, "But I'm going to have to ask you to pick me up an hour later, if that's ok. I have to take Tiff to a party. I'm sorry, I didn't know about it until an hour ago!" Of course Joel was delighted, and explained his situation to her, and commented that it was quite a coincidence that their schedules had 'just worked out' so well. Friday dawned, and for once, Deb wasn't needed at the school. She mused, "I guess all the teachers have used up their personal days!" On the spur of the moment, she called the Beauty College. "Yes, we do have an opening if you can be here at 9:30 sharp." When she got there, the beautician suggested a new hairdo, fuller than she normally wore, but she decided on the spot to be adventurous. When the job was done, she was surprised! Just for once, the hair on her head looked just like the hair on the model. And it even complimented her face! What she thought was overly-wide cheeks were slenderized, and her skinny chin made to blend in nicely.

When she got home, she went immediately to her closet. Her thoughts were bent on finding the right outfit to compliment the new highlights in her hair. Most of her clothes would do for school. After all, the only thing they asked was that you dress "proper". She laughed to herself… color coordination was NOT required! But in honor of her new hairdo, she wanted to be perfect! And there was that little number there in the back…

When Tiffany got home there was an hour of hectic activity before Deb was able to get her packed up & ready to go. Driving her over & back was a little crazy, because of all the town traffic, and took 45 minutes. "Oh well," she thought, "there's plenty of time." 

In any case, it gave them a chance to talk, and Tiffany noted, "Nice do, Mom! Goin' out on a date?" The two of them laughed, because they both knew how seldom Deb dated. And Deb, suddenly remembering the heat in her cheeks last Tuesday, didn't want to change her daughter's perception. And she eyed her daughter, wondering just when would be the 'right time' to have 'the talk'.

Back at the house, Deb began to scurry, changing clothes, adding make-up and running the brush through her hair one last time before setting down in the living room, ready for Joel to come.

For his part, Joel had less to concern himself about. The dinner would be at the Country Club, and he would wear his blue sports coat. The trip across town to take Steven over to Chuck's house took longer than expected, but if he was quick, he could still make it to Deb's on time. When he arrived at her address, he was momentarily confused… which apartment was it? Was that a 6 or an 8 he had printed so tiny on his calendar? After he deciphered it (apartment 6) he ran up the steps lithely, his 6'2" frame betraying his athletic history. 

And so it was, when she answered the doorbell, he still seemed the gallant warrior, while she had transformed her slender figure into a photographer's dream. They gazed at each other briefly and, unknown to them, shared a single thought, "He/She's hot!" Both were embarrassed at their own thought… and the attention their date gave them… and glanced away immediately, tints of rose tingeing their cheeks.

He offered her his arm, and their date began. The walk to his car was too slow… the trip to the club seemed too slow… their meal came & went too slow… and all the while the merest eye contact between them seemed to cause their breath to catch, their cheeks to beam, and their bodies to heat. Yet they each were so self-conscious that neither noticed their effect on the other.

On the way back to Deb's home, Joel wondered whether Deb would accept another date.

On the way back to her home, Deb wondered if Joel would ask her out again.

In the cool of the evening, as they mounted the steps, Deb wondered if Joel could actually feel the heat coming from her body. When they got to the top, she didn't want to be alone while she was still so dizzy… she asked, "Care to come in for a cup of coffee?"

Joel's knees were a bit weak as they climbed the stairs, and her invitation seemed like a chance to recover… though from what, he was afraid to guess. "Of course," he answered, with his most sincere smile. He really wanted to get inside & sit down before he fell down.

Inside, she poured water and started coffee while he watched her figure move through her kitchen. He asked, "Where's your… ummm… daughter?" when he finally noticed they were alone. 

Deb said, "Oh, she had an overnight party to go to tonight. How about your son, Steven?"

When he answered they realized, at that moment, that they were, indeed, truly on their own.

As the pot began to perk, Deb decided she needed to get out of her heels. She thought to herself, "But wouldn't this dress look silly without me wearing those heels?" When she'd kicked off her shoes, she backed up a step to Joel, and asked, "Would you please unzip this thing? I always have trouble with this zipper."

Joel complied, taking the top edge of the dress in one hand, and tugging the zipper with the other, coaxing it so as not to damage the delicate fabric, slowly exposing her pearl-colored skin. But her proximity to him, with all the intimate scents and images, the beauty of her hairdo, and even the season of the year ganged up on him; as her skin was revealed, he bent forward pursing his lips, and kissed her spine. 

The sensation of a man's hands on her clothing, followed by the brief puff of air from his lips was already sending a shiver down her spine. It seemed to lodge just inside the points of her hips. Then his lips touched her skin, and she stood still, not wanting the moment to end. But a new need was growing, and she couldn't deny it. She turned slowly, leaned her head forward and placed it on his Blazer. "Thank-you, Joel," she murmured, as she wrapped her arms around him.

Her hug was returned, first tentatively, as he realized the first kiss was enjoyed. Then he tilted her face to him with one hand, and smiled, saying, "It's my pleasure."

Heat from her body began to course through him as they stood their, initiating a reaction in him, and when her eyes opened to see his smile, their lips were drawn together.

His hands began to cradle her face, allowing him to kiss her nose, across her forehead, and as he tracked back, his lips opened, allowing his tongue to lick lightly across her eyebrows. His tongue continued to across to her ear, where he licked its perimeter, occasionally flicking inside it, finally coming to rest on her ear lobe which was nibbled momentarily.

She gasped at the contact of his hot hands with her face, welcomed his kiss, and accepted the ministrations of his lips and tongue. Her hands worked around to the front of his jacket, and began to pull it outwards, and down, off his shoulders. When he released her face, she made the movement final, and his arms were freed of it. She tilted her face towards him, and when their lips met, they parted. Tongues, freed of inhibitions, frolicked together, twining themselves about each other. Each sought deeper inside the other with their tongues as their hands began to explore and their bodies heated even further.

Deb straddled his leg, then reached downwards with her hand, finding the bulge below his belt.

Joel tugged the dress off her arms, letting it fall to her waist, and let his hand cradle her breast, now doubly cupped in bra and hand.

The touch, each of the other, ignited their bodies and minds, making their passion rise. Her scent which earlier seemed to him to be of roses, now became richer, earthier. His scent, reminding her earlier of Spring itself, became muskier.

His hand found the clasp on her bra, and he opened it quickly, easily, allowing the thin material to fall from her bosom. He suddenly began kissing down her neck, and began to kneel… his tongue leaving large, damp spots across her upper chest. As his knee met the floor, his mouth began its trip across her breast, stopping finally at the upper crest of her areola.

Deb's body knew her need, and began to take over. She stood still, her hands in his hair, as he began to kneel, arching her back as his mouth moved down her chest. At his pause, she whimpered, and pushed his head lower, needing his lips' caress on her nipple. Joel complied after only a moments' hesitation, licking round her areola's perimeter as she forced his head lower, then rising round the opposite side as her hands relented. Finally his tongue traced a radius to her nipple, licking round its base before climbing to its peak. 

When his tongue began to move across her areola, Deb's body trembled. As his tongue touched her nipple and began its ascent, the bloom from her lips began to move to the corners of her hips. It made her feel like she was blushing there, and the heat was spreading, slowly moving to the center of her body.

Joel's need was taking over his body as well. He could feel the heat in her now, both from her exposed torso, and from an area directly in front of his chest now, too. And his hands, freed from her bosom, began a slow motion climb up her legs. Starting from the hem of her dress, they moved along the outsides of her knees, rose to her thighs, and finally to her buttocks. They made little designs as they moved, seemingly in no hurry, but demanding more all the same. O's and curly-qs found room along their way, and allowed them to finally reach the top of her nylons. As he began to tug, she moved, helping him to remove her clothes.

Conscious of her nudity, Deb took Joel's tie in hand, and began to lead him into the back of the apartment. He didn't resist, but followed her willingly, unbuttoning his shirt, losing both jacket and shirt in the hall, and getting his belt open before she twirled on him, forcing him backwards onto the bed. Deb, now fully consumed by desire, slipped his zipper down, unhooked his slacks, and began to tug them off his long, hard legs. As he raised his body up to help, she looked at his near-nakedness, wondering at the effort taken to maintain it. His abs rippled… his pects bounced on his frame… his thighs, as they were revealed, were shown to be made of iron rods bound in a paleness called skin. Yet another vision took precedence, and as she slowly crawled back up his body, she kissed his leg all the way to it.

The bulge in his pants had engorged to become an impressive cock, fully an inch and a half around. She took him in her hand as her lips reached his hood, and not only it, but an inch of shaft stood out above her hand. A moan escaped Joel's lips as her lips reached his hood, and when they parted to let her tongue caress its edges, his hips flexed, arching his back and raising his buttocks off the bed. 

He reached down putting his fingers in her hair. Not directing, nor insisting on any particular contact. Yet he had to sense the source of the exquisite sensations in some other member than his swollen cock.

Deb began to stroke his cock with her hand, up & down its length, as her tongue completely wetted her lover's hood. Her body, hot in her own need, waited for… something. Her movements, of hand and tongue, quickly evoked the ancient, answering movement in Joel's body. He was needy, and as his cock pulsed in her hand, she soon found a small drop of fluid at the point of his cock.

She smiled, licking the tiny drop off his cock, and gazed up at him to find him looking at her in wonder, smiling in an odd way. As her mouth broke contact with his cock, he pulled her up his body and began to roll her over in a single movement. The strength in his shoulders would have easily overcome any resistance in her, if she had offered any. As it was, she quickly found herself beside him on her back on the bed.

Joel began to caress her body now, first kisses falling on succulent, red lips, before moving quickly down her body. His free hand strayed quickly down her tummy and thighs, before moving between them. Deb, pleased at his interest in her, spread her legs slightly, then wider as his fingers slid up her thighs. She gasped when they brushed her labia, as his lips surrounded her areola simultaneously. He sucked her nipple and areola into his mouth, making the rough edges of his teeth move along the dimpled ridges of her areola, while his hand positioned itself with its heel on her pelvis. Joel moved his middle finger between her lower lips, with his first and ring fingers along the outsides of them, and began moving the three fingers up & down the length of her lower lips. Not QUITE down to her vagina… not QUITE up to her clitoris… teasing her body. She responded as he knew she would, finding the same rhythm he had found under her ministrations earlier. Then his lips began to move again.

When Joel's lips slid down her torso even lower, Deb's body had already begun to respond. Her labia and clit, under the tender movements of his fingers, were swelling, as were her nipples. She literally felt ready to burst in a flow of hot liquid, and thoughts of having more than fingers and tongues touching her were nearing center stage in her mind.

Yet Joel wasn't done, and as his tongue drew lower, his fingers moved. First, to his lips, where he got the first taste of Deb's womanhood, then lower. Her vagina succumbed to his first finger. Then, while his tongue took up position at the base of Deb's clitoris, his thumb replaced his finger. At his first lick, her back arched, allowing him to move his second finger against the petal of her anus. At his second lick, when she arched again, moaning, he slipped his second finger between her anal lips, the moistness on it allowing penetration to the first knuckle. There he paused to let her body accept the movement.

He wasn't disappointed. With both thumb & finger in her, and his tongue at the base of her clit, Deb was quickly losing control. The moisture in her pussy was seeping out along Joel's thumb, and the finger in her anus was in contact with another erogenous point inside her. Her clitoris, meanwhile, was throbbing too, seemingly with a mind of its own, and her whole lower extremity was hot, making her moan repeatedly. She needed him, more of him, if he would only bring her a little further…

Joel began to move his hand in a steady motion, keeping time with the sounds and motions coming from Deb. In… out… his tongue flicking along left… right… Her waist came up & forward to meet his tongue. Her legs now spread quite wide, allowing him to begin to twist his embedded fingers. In/clockwise tongue flick left; out/counterclockwise tongue flick right. As she began to huff in the quiet way of pre-orgasm, he moved his tongue down to the tip of her clit, and began making little, light circles on its tip: round & round, fingers moving in & out, hand rotating round & about. Just as she began to climax, he extended his thumb and reached up, contacting her g-spot. 

The effort was well rewarded, as Deb had an orgasm at the point of that contact, virtually sitting up in on the spot, and Joel, smiling, began to kiss her torso.

Deb came to out of the fog of need, her body experiencing waves of delight, to feel a contact deep inside her pussy. Her orgasm lifted her head of its own accord, as his hot lips left her clit and his fingers slipped out of her body. "OOOOooooo," was all she said at that moment, but it communicated all that was needed. She was dazed with the intensity of the sensation, but as he kissed up her torso, she began to recall all the points of contact. And wonderful as they felt, she knew he needed to something more for her. She pointed to the bathroom, saying breathlessly, "Wash up."

He smiled, realizing a practical suggestion when he heard it, and moved immediately to the bathroom. His cock, nearly parallel with his abs, allowed him access to the basin, and he washed his hands there. When he turned towards Deb, she had rolled onto her side and was watching him. As he approached, she simply licked her lips, smiled, and said, "Come here, lover."

As his hand touched the bed, she reached out and took it by the wrist, bringing it to her mouth and kissing it. Then she drew him to her as she parted her legs, wrapping them around him, and rolling so that he was atop her. She reached for his face, and began kissing him, lips parted, tongues twining, begging with her body to have him take her with more than hands and tongue.

Joel's own need had been placed on hold while he helped Deb find her orgasm; he hoped she would find his cock as pleasing as his hands. But pleasing or not, his need began to press him onward, and his engorged cock, already at her pussy's door, needed little extra urging. Her fingernails scratched down his back, and when they reached his buttocks, they grabbed, helping him to thrust into her. As his cock entered her pussy, both backs arched, both mouths gasped, as the sensations rumbled deep inside their bodies. His cock tortured her body with its size and heat and throbbing. Her pussy tortured his cock with its heat, and tightness and moisture. They slipped along each other's length, and each time they moved, his cock throbbed deeper, more demanding. Her clitoris throbbing too, rubbed against the fine hairs around his dick, serving to engorge her again. They were in sync, both needing and wanting each other, sweaty bodies adding more lubrication to the movement. 




The Doctor & The Dalliance



Her movements were becoming more erratic as his thrusts started to become shorter and quicker. Their thighs began slapping with the staccato sound of passion. The, "Pop, pop, pop", became louder and quicker, and Joel's breath became short little "huffs". Deb's body had become taut again, and nearly felt ready to boil over, the heat in her thighs and at the points of her hips roiling in desire. "Pop, pop, pop," they went on a little further. Suddenly Joel's face contorted as Deb's body went completely stiff, and they joined each other, cradled in tenderness at the cusp of joy & agony, before falling into a long slow orgasm together. 

As Joel's last pumping motions were ending, Deb became aware of the world, and was glad. "At least you don't have to go home tonight," she said, a vaguely ornery smile playing at the corners of her lips. 

Joel sighed, sated, suddenly sleepy, and offered, "I feel like I could sleep for a year."

Deb, temporarily contented, smiled, ready to join him in slumber, "Well, not quite a year, maybe."



The Doctor and the Girl



I am a young doctor, new in town. 

She, Veronica Travis, aged 18, came to me because she had twisted her ankle and it hurt "really bad". 

I asked her to get up on the exam table. She stumbled on her way up, not able to put any weight on her bad ankle, and I caught her as she fell. When I caught her, her breasts rubbed all over my arms and chest, our faces bumping together slightly. 

I helped her up on the table and she stated, "It hurts up onto my leg, too."

"Well with tight jeans on, I cannot see your calf, so I need you to remove your jeans so I can examine your whole leg" I replied and I offered to leave the room. 

But she asked me to "help me pull them off", as she lay back and unbuttoned and unzipped them. 

I tugged at the two legs of her jeans and her panties came into view. They were sheer and light yellow. I could see the lips of her pudenda, but she moaned that her "ankle really hurts, and it hurts up my calf 2/3 of the way to my knee."

I gently touch around her ankle and shin bones examining her injuries. She was very sensitive, though, I could feel no broken bones, so I ordered x-rays. I also ordered some pain meds so she would not be in such discomfort. 

"The x-rays just show a sprain, nothing broken. But, I know sprains can hurt like a broken bone sometimes. You just need to ice the area, stay off your foot for a few days, elevate it and rest. I'll write your prescription for 5 days of pain meds and you need come see me in 5 days." I advised her 30 minutes later, after she was back in the exam room.

I then spent a little time looking her over and could see that she is quite lovely. At 18 years old I was sure she had guys drooling at her every turn. 

After she left, I went into my office and masturbated, thinking of that ample chest, flat, toned stomach and muscular legs, "oh, and that trimmed and beautiful pussy". But, I am busy, so I need to get back into the queue and see my patients.

In 5 days, there she was, ankle wrapped and much cheerier, and in a lot less pain, though it was still tender. I asked her to remove her jeans so I could examine her. She asked me to "tug them off", again, as she leaned back and unbuttoned and unzipped.

This time, when I tug them off, she was wearing no panties. She was extremely moist and I could smell her arousal. I was instantly hard whick she noticed. I examined her ankle and calf. Her ankle was not nearly as sensitive as 5 days earlier and seemed to be healing nicely.

I advised her, "just a little more time is needed for you to get back to normal."

She looked at me, straight in the eye and licked her lips, widening the area between her knees. I looked between her legs and saw a drop of moisture as it left her vagina, snaking downward, between the cheeks of her rear end and onto my exam table.

I asked her if she was ok, and she said, "You are a very good doctor, and you are extremely good looking. If you want to, you can touch my pussy." She asked if she could touch my penis, which was obviously on hi alert. 

I told her, "I am a doctor and it isn't permitted for doctors to sexually interact with their patients." 

She said that she "thinks treatment for injuries should include the total welfare of the patient and that I have a terrible itch between my legs and would you attend to it, please?" Her eyes pleaded with me. 

My cock was so hard I could cut glass with it. I was sweating and she was very aroused, I could smell it and see it on her face and in her eyes. She smiled at me, knowing she had won the battle. 

I pushed the intercom and told my assistants that "I am going to do some private counseling and do not want to be disturbed for the next 1/2 hour." 

She was lying on my exam table, her juices oozing out of her swollen pussy. I bent over and with my mouth, licked and kissed and sucked the juices out of her as I rubbed her belly and pushed my hands underneath her top up to her breasts. Her 18 year old nipples were like rocks, hard as steel. She pushed her pussy into my mouth, the heels of her feet on my back, and I inserted a finger inside her while I licked and sucked on her clit. She began to orgasm and I unbuckled my pants and put my cock at the entrance to her pussy and pushed. Her orgasm became more intense and I asked her to 'stifle her screams and moans'. She whimpered at me.

I pushed and thrust into her and soon I ejaculated into her as she continued to ride the waves of orgasm after orgasm.

Whew! My half hour was up and I needed to get back to other patients. I filled out her "charge" sheet and told her to "come back and see me if she had any other issues she needed me to address"

She said she would and I left the room.



claimer: This may not be realistic, so what? It is a product of my imagination, not an accurate depiction of what a real doctor would do or how it would go in an office. Just relax and enjoy. Thank you.

-Pultoy



The Doctor and the Scientist



Daniela pulled into her driveway at 6:30. She'd had a hellish day at the office and was relieved to see home. She was disappointed at the empty space in the garage next to her. "He's not here yet." She sighs. To say that she was frustrated with her husband was an understatement. Most men use the excuse that they are working late in order to cover up their indiscretions. But Sergio really was working late. She was unsure exactly which was his first love, her or his research. She never had to worry about him at strip clubs or picking up women in bars like some women do. Instead he was unfaithful with his work. If she didn't call and pester him then he'd never come home. She rarely saw him. 

Three years ago they moved to the East coast so that he could take a new job at a more prestigious university. He was department chair here, which meant that he would finally get the recognition and freedom of expression that he deserved. Moving wasn't a problem for her. She could see patients anywhere. But had she known science would take her husband away, she would've put up more of a fight. 

Now she rarely saw her husband and when she did, he was overworked and preoccupied. She was sure he was analyzing data in his head while they made love. He would come home, always late, eat, shower and go to bed. She had to bring up sex if it wasn't the weekend. And even then it was so mechanical. 

Their marriage had lost its sizzle. Academia had stolen it. Now they were coming and going with only formalities and a dry kiss or I love you. She'd known for a while that the spice was gone. But what could she do. She knew that he still loved her, and she still loved him. They'd just grown accustomed to this life that they were leading. She even bought a few books and pieces of lingerie to get his attention. But he barely noticed. When he did, he would compliment her and nothing more. She wanted to say something. But what? She would never want to get in the way of his work, his passion, or nag him unnecessarily. But she missed the man that she married so long ago. Things between them used to be so hot and heavy. She still masturbated to some of the exciting and raunchy things they used to do. How could she get that back? It isn't as though they had a bad marriage. They rarely fought, still laughed together, when work didn't get in the way. She just wanted to have his attention the way that she did before. 

As she sat in the bathtub she thought long and hard about her husband and the direction of their love life. She was going to have to initiate some sort of change. She rested her head against the pillow and relaxed further into the water. The bubbles felt like silk over her skin. Her nipples hardened at the feeling of warmth that surrounded her. Memories of the past floated into and out of her head. She remembered herself as more bold then she is now. It was then that she decided to do something about it. She rose from the tub with a sense of control as she went into the closet for her coat. 

Sergio was tired. He'd been grumpy all week due to his lack of sleep and overexertion. His brain was on autopilot. First his assistants took too long to gather the research statistics. Then the human subjects committee took too long to approve his research. And of course by now his sample size was dwindling. As he looked at his wedding photo, he thought he would never see home again. And with that thought his brain popped back into research mode. He wanted to finish. Finish so he could leave. Daniela would be upset no doubt. She had every right to be. He knew that he would have to buy her something or take her somewhere special to make up for his neglect. He hit the books again. Hard.

After an hour or so of calculations, he had to rest. The tension was built up behind his eyes. He was exhausted. The leather creaked as he got up from his chair. He glanced at the couch on the other side of his office. He'd napped there so many times just to give his brain a rest in between thoughts and meetings and classes and students. He opted instead for a walk to rejuvenate his brain for the next hour or so of research. Then he was going home to his beautiful wife and the life he too often neglected. 

Daniela pulled up into the faculty parking lot at the university. She parked next to her husband. It was easy; his was the only car there. A lonely little car just like the lonely little lit office on the third floor. She began to walk up the stairs. She wasn't sure exactly what was going to happen when she entered Mr. Edward's, Department Chair of Natural and Social Sciences, office. She was surprised when she reached the third floor, last door on the left to find the office empty. She paused for a moment then smiled to herself. 

Sergio sauntered up the stairs back to his office. He had mustered up just enough energy to finish this work, and then he would head home. Just the thought of his warm bed and his soft Daniela made him want to collapse right there. He paused at his door and he tried to remember if he'd closed it or not. Shaking his head he walked in, and stopped. There was someone in his office. A woman was on his desk. She was leaning on her elbows resting on the desk with her legs hanging down by his chair. Just as he was about to speak he was shhhed by the woman laying on his desk completely nude. She leaned her head back. Her dark hair swept off the desk edge and she brought her feet up onto the desk. He was shocked. He walked over to his desk around it in awe. She was so beautiful, so sexy. 

He felt a twinge of guilt for neglecting Daniela for so long. But something about her displayed on his desk made him hungry for her. She pushed the chair away with her foot, inviting him to that side of the desk. He walked up and put his hands on her feet. They slid effortlessly up to her calves and then stopped at her knees. He pushed her knees apart. The pussy that he knew and loved glowed in front of him. He could've knelt before her right then, but he didn't. He just wanted to savor her. All of her. His hands continued their path up her thighs and over her wide hips. It was amazing how soft she was. He heard her sigh with enjoyment. She had his full attention now. His hands continued exploring his wife's silky body becoming more aroused with every curve he explored. She shuddered when he brushed her nipples. He smiled. They were still sensitive. She took his index finger up to her lips and put it in her mouth. She sucked his finger as his body tensed with both sexual frustration and excitement. He straightened his body, his finger trailing out of her mouth as she laid her head back on the table. He got out "I want to . . ." before being shhhed again. He stared down at her. He slid his hands up her waist and turned her around abruptly on the desktop. Some of his research fell to the ground and he repositioned her. He was looking at her from the top now. She put a hand up to his pants. He was rock hard. He breathed in hard as she played with his erection through his pants. He leaned his head back drunk with sensuality. He felt his pants being undone and dropping to the floor. 

Before he could look down again he felt his wife's warm mouth wrapped around him. Her head was leaning over the edge of the desk begging him to fuck her mouth. She moaned as he pinched at her nipples. Her legs were rubbing together she was so hot. From her breasts his hands went to clutch her waist. He held her there as he began to pump in and out of her mouth. He'd not fucked his wife's face in so long. He knew it wouldn't hurt her, which made him hold her waist even more sternly as her mouth took him in. Her breasts were bouncing with every stroke and she started rubbing her pussy. Her nipples were rock hard and she was moaning every time cock wasn't stuffed down her throat. He tugged at her nipples as he fucked her throat. He leaned his head back again as every sensation in his body went to his cock going in and out of the good Doctor's mouth. 

Then he stopped. He didn't want to cum just yet. She came to his office and lay completely nude on his desk, waiting to entice him. And all of this after a long day at work. She was getting fucked. He pulled his dick out of her mouth fast enough to startle her. He started feeling her up again. His hands found there way down between her legs to her pussy. She was so wet. He slid a finger inside of her and felt how warm she was. She moaned quietly as he played with her pussy. He swirled her around on the desk again and dropped to his knees. He buried his face into Dr. Edwards's pussy. His brain shut off at that moment as he lapped his wife's wet pussy. His hands had her legs spread wide and she her back was arched. He took her clit in between his teeth and began to suck it. He was going to savor every drop of her sweet juices. Her head went back as her husband continued going down on her. One of her hands was on her breast and the other had its fingers running through the scientist's hair. She was pulling his head into her. The passion running through her body was indescribable as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm. When he felt it coming on he would stop sucking for a moment and stick his tongue inside her. He knew she hated it, so he did it to tease her. Every time his lips left her clit she stopped breathing for a moment. She wanted to cum so bad, and yet she was being forced to lay there as her husband did his bidding. It felt so good to be fucked with her husbands tongue. 

Just as her body relaxed she felt her ass being spread apart. She felt his lips on her ass cheeks which tickled her. It also made her nipples so hard they ached. She began rubbing them as her husband continued his business with her nether regions. He began toying at her back door with his tongue. He rubbed her pussy with one hand as he French kissed her anal opening. He pulled his tongue out of her hole and returned to licking its opening. He leaned back to survey his work as she ached for more. She began to play with herself when he moved her hand away. He held it on the desk as he returned to her clit. He took it in his mouth once and again and sucked firmly as she wrapped her legs around his head. He felt her other hand clench his head as she came in his mouth. He body jerked on the desk and she let out an almost animalistic groan. After swallowing all of her he licked a few more times just because he knew that she was extra sensitive then. She shuddered. 

He got up off of his knees and found his chair. He sat in it, pushing it up to the desk where his wife lay trying to compose herself. He took her by the hips and led her on to his waiting cock. They both gasped as he impaled her: her from the sensitive post orgasm and him from her very tight wet pussy. He slid in effortlessly. Her elbows were on the desk and her back was arched and he began to fuck her in his seat. She leaned forward to kiss him but with one hand he pushed her back. His other hand was still on her hips, guiding her onto him. He was enjoying the view of Daniela's perfect tits bouncing up and down as he pushing in and out of her. He leaned forward just enough to stick his tongue out and lick her nipples as she rode him. With that she fucked her husband harder and faster. She moved her hips in circles on his dick. She felt him throbbing inside her. She tightened her vaginal walls so that she could feel every bit of him fucking her like crazy. He wrapped his arms around her and held her still as he felt the orgasm rise in him. He squeezed his wife as he thrusted his cum violently inside her. After the last orgasmic thrusts his body relaxed onto her. They lay there savoring the post coital moment as breathing returned to normal and their minds returned to reality. His head was on her chest like a child. He was spent. She caressed his head and played in his hair while taking time to regain her composure. 

She pushed forward on the chair and slowly stood up. He was speechless. He didn't know what to say. He put his head on his desk that still smelled like his wife's pussy as she walked to the sofa to gather her things. She slipped her heels back on and gathered her outfit, which consisted of only her trench coat, and joined her husband behind his desk. She leaned over to kiss him lightly on the mouth as she started towards the door. "Hey honey" she called over her shoulder with a smirk. "What time will you be home?" Without waiting for his reply she exits his office. 

The professor begins to pick up his research materials off of the floor. He pauses to take in the last hour of his life. He says screw the paperwork as he pulls up his pants, and prepares to head home. If he's lucky she'll be waiting on the office desk at home too. As the professor closes and locks his office, he knows it will never be the same in there again.



The Doctor and the Stripper



I didn't really know the plan for the evening, just my part in it. I was to suck cock and be the perfect little slutty companion to whomever my Husband and Master gave me to for the evening. If I was lucky, I might even get to suck more than one cock, but again, that wasn't up to me. 

It was a weekday evening, so I offered up a more casual outfit for Master's approval. A matching set of bra and underwear, black with subtle sparkly stripes, went under a simple black blouse and black trousers that showed off the round shape of my ass quite nicely. I was wearing my glasses, which always gave me just a hint of sexy librarian cuteness. My hair was being allowed to grow out a bit from its chic short cut to make way for a new style, so I simply brushed it and let it fall naturally. I finished the look with a hint of eye shadow and a soft pink lipstick that looked nearly natural. This wasn't about looking like a whore, necessarily, just about being a hot little slut on display. 

I was ready by the time Master told me to be ready, and He drove us to a nearby hotel bar. He led me inside where we were met by a familiar face. It was the Doctor. I had been used by him before, and found the experience quite satisfying. I allowed myself an inner sigh of relief that I would not be dropped into a stranger's lap for the evening, but let nothing show through on my face other than pleasure at seeing him again. 

Master and the Doctor and I were joined by a lady, and I was enjoined not to be too careless in referencing my past experiences with the Doctor. Naturally, I was curious as to why she was there and who she was, but I was too well trained to ask anything at that time. She was older than me, possibly even older than Master and the Doctor, so I didn't even think of her as a sexual object, let alone competition. 

Though the conversation had its stilted and awkward moments, the four of us had a nice time chatting through a couple drinks. I enjoy trying new drinks, so I perused the menu before selecting something that caught my fancy. I mean, I could drink the same drink all the time, but then again, I could also suck the same cock all the time. Clearly, for me, variety is the way to go. 

There's something delicious about sitting at a table with two men who know they are going to get their cocks sucked by me sooner or later and a woman who has no clue. I teased myself thinking about what I would be doing if she were not there, what the Doctor would have me doing. Having me touching his cock, maybe even more, right there in the bar. 

I wondered if Master would be watching when I did finally get to suck his cock, and teased myself more with the thought of how much I love an audience. Knowing that while I suck one man's cock, others are watching me and wanting that lovely little mouth on their cocks raises me up to new heights of arousal and desire. I suck cock better when I feel that I am on display and showing off. 

The Doctor finally got rid of the old woman by pretending there were dinner reservations to meet. So as he led her out the door, Master and I made sure to finish off my last drink before he got back to the table. While there actually were no reservations, both the Doctor and I were quite hungry, for food as well as fucking, so the time to part was upon us. 

Master shook hands with the Doctor before grabbing me by the arm and wrenching me close to Him. The rough treatment was an excellent little shot of foreplay for my body, though I took His touch seriously. 

"He is to be addressed as 'Sir' tonight. Understand, slut?" Master asked.

"Yes, Master," I replied. I had no objections to using such a title with the Doctor. He was, after all, Man, and therefore above me and deserving of respect. 

The Doctor had me precede him up the stairs to the hotel room, at times touching my waist or hips as I moved seductively up them to the second floor. He found his room and opened it, allowing me through first in a very gentlemanly fashion though the gallantry was unnecessary. I walked in and immediately banged my shin on the low bed frame. 

"Ow, oops," I said, stumbling over away from the bed to lay my coat on a chair. 

"May I please use the potty, Sir?" I asked, in my best sincere-little-girl-needs-to-pee voice. 

"You've been a good girl so far tonight, so yes, you may. After I'm done," replied the Doctor, after a moment's pause in which I was mentally begging him to answer quickly. I smiled and nodded and waited as patiently as I could before he finished in the toilet. 

Then I took the few steps to the bathroom and, intentionally leaving the door open, pulled down my pants and released my bladder. He came in to watch. I was going as fast as I could, so as not to be an imposition on his time with me, but he solved that issue by taking out his cock and letting me suckle at it as I finished. 

Pulling back to let me clean up, he shoved me against the wall of the bathroom as soon as I had stood. My pants around my ankles felt deliciously like a hobble, and I stood and wriggled against him as he pressed his cock to my rear. Just a teasing little pass, quickly done, leaving me aching for more. I hoped he would fuck my ass later. I knew he wanted a blow job first, but he had Master's leave to use my ass. I had even put some shortening as lube up my asshole before leaving for the bar. 

When he had before considered fucking my ass, I hadn't been pre-lubed and the lotion at the hotel turned out to contain mint. Mint is not a good ingredient for lube, at least not anally. Not that that would stop me, little masochist that I am, but I hesitate to introduce such pains to any Man's cock and balls. 

I was hoping that with a little forethought on my part, anal penetration could occur naturally and smoothly. Still, it wasn't my part to suggest such a thing. I was there to be whatever he wanted me to be, not to push my own agenda of getting my ass fucked, and, if I was very good, his cum inside me. 

The Doctor led me over to the bed and allowed me to begin sucking his cock. I imagine that it might get difficult, eventually, to remember all the little things particular Men like done with their Cocks, but for the moment I was able to recall the particulars of most of my regulars; how the Doctor liked my tongue to rub over a certain spot, just so, or to have it sucked. I took him down my throat as he got harder, but mostly I played over that spot that he particularly enjoyed. 

"I like your glasses," he told me. "I want to cum on them, not in your mouth."

I nodded my assent, my mouth being too full to speak a reply at the time. I hoped to be able to satisfy that desire for him, but I didn't know if I would be able to pull myself back as he came. It's so contrary to my nature not to swallow cum. When his breathing began to become labored and irregular, I knew to push myself in order to encourage his orgasm. I did try to pull back, but my timing was off. I didn't want to leave him with no orgasm; I had to be certain that he was cumming before I moved my mouth from his cock. 

I did, however, have enough presence of mind to squeeze his cock with my hands, milking his cum onto my glasses for him. I got some smears onto the lenses and displayed myself to him. He seemed to have forgotten his desire once the orgasm was imminent, but he also seemed pleased that I hadn't. 

"Where's a good place to eat around here, slut?" he asked me as I licked my glasses clean. 

"The closest place is probably the Redneck Diner," I replied, once I had made certain all his cum had gotten down my throat. "May I rinse these off now?" I asked of my glasses. My spit had not improved the cleanliness of the lenses. He allowed me to clean them and then we walked to the diner. 

It wasn't necessarily the nicest place to go eat, and it was a family friendly environment, cutting our conversation topics a little bit, and certainly influencing the volume at which we conversed. I think it entertains the Doctor that I can hold my own in a conversation, though, of course, my youth leaves me with less experience to draw upon. I tend to have strong opinions, but am easily swayed by logical argument. Though, the easier my stance is to sway, the more I'll question the new one. 

The food was tasty, and I appreciated there being a small burger available so I could finish my burger and still eat some of the delicious sweet potato fries. We both had soft drinks during dinner, though I had a desire for something stronger by the end of the meal, thanks to various squabbling kids and squalling parents. I am all about banning young children from nice restaurants, but this wasn't one of those so I endured. 

We didn't linger over a dessert or coffee. We were on a different mission. Despite the fact that there was a perfectly good gentlemen's club practically across the street from where we had eaten, we walked several blocks to a different club. I won't write "strip club" because to me, that would mean naked girls. I wasn't even sure where the nearest place to see naked girls was in this town, but I knew there weren't any within walking distance. The club we skipped was skipped because of being a particularly smoky place the last time I had been there, and the Doctor, naturally, was not so much into smoke. 

My hopes that the other club would not be smoky were dashed when walked in to the aroma of nicotine and tar, but we were able to sit on an upper level, with an excellent view of the dance floor and decent ventilation. The Doctor ordered a beer, and I ordered the same, having been given no instructions otherwise. We settled down, watching the dancers in their ultra-platform heels gyrate on the dance floor in bikinis. 

The first few girls that went up were only marginally interesting to me. I like a girl shaped rather like me, curvy without being too plump, and baby's got to have back. None of that extended thigh thing really does for me, it has to have shape, distinction and just a little heft to it. Too much heft and they tend to lose their roundness and fullness though. The Doctor wanted me to find a girl that I liked so that we could get a dance, or more specifically, so he could watch me get a dance as well as getting one himself. 

Just as I had decided that one blonde with small tits, and a small, but decently defined, ass would do well enough, a new dancer was announced. I avidly drank in the sight of her curvy, strong, flexible body as she stepped up, dancing to music that I adored, and won the contest for the Doctor's money. 

But before we could commission a private dance, we had to share her with everyone else. I won't say the club was crowded; it was, after all, a Tuesday night. However, there were a number of men populating the butt sniffer rail as well as several of the tables surrounding the main stage. They didn't seem any more excited to see this new girl, Dani, than they had been to see the skinnier or plumper girls. Not nearly as excited as I was, or as the Doctor was. Though the Doctor may have been excited more for my being excited than for himself. I know he appreciated the other dancers, as my hand had been spending most of the time since we got settled wrapped around his oozing cock. 

Not only was this girl pretty to me, but the choices she made of music to dance to were totally up my alley, as well as being more unusual songs. They weren't the standard pop or metal songs that the other girls were having played. That's the first thing that caught my attention, aside from her hot body of course, but it was Dani's display of strength and flexibility that got me to asking the Doctor for some dollar bills so that I could go to the rail and put on a show. 

Being the only good looking female in the gentleman's club who wasn't working there, I drew some attention myself as I made my way to the area of the rail that faced the Doctor so he could see me and see her as she danced with me. He had sent me down with five dollar bills. I hastily unbuttoned more of my blouse and stuffed some of the bills in my bra cups. I would lead with some of the money and then let her know about the rest. I didn't know at the time how well it would turn out, but I had planned from the start to make a show of it, to help her out as she helped me out, if she wanted to. I figured a little hot girl on girl action would get her more money and get me a little hot girl on girl action. Surely that's fair trade?

I had a bit of an up close show waiting for her to be done dancing to a man who has offered his money before I got down there. That's when the first song ended and I really fell in love with her as one of my favorite songs from high school pounded out of the speakers and she sinuously made her way over to me and my offering. 

She took the bills like a flower in her hand and brought them to her mouth, staring at me smolderingly. With a puff of air the bills fell disappointingly flat to the stage. 

"Those were supposed to go up in the air," she explained with a cute pout. I nodded. My shirt was down to two buttons at the very bottom, showing off my cute little black bra. As she leaned in close I told her about the additional bills in the cups. She took her time though in getting to them. 

I had, once before, done this. Gone up to the rail and offered money to a stripper to get a little dance time. I had even gotten a private dance from the girl, as I planned to do with this one. But the last one, I now believe, was not into girls and didn't care that pretending would get her more money. This girl, this Dani, was different. Whether or not she was into girls in a sexual way, she knew well enough to fake it. Though I don't think she was faking it. I think she enjoyed putting on a show with me, using me as a prop to entice the money-waving men. 

I certainly enjoyed helping her put on a show. 

"Move your chair back and lean forward," she told me in a low voice. I felt quite delicious as I obeyed. To submit myself to this experience was delightful, because she was the one in control. She ordered me around, played with me, and the Doctor paid for my privilege. I felt so free and wanton and slutty as I prepared myself. Along with the standard gyrations and moves that she performed for the men, I got to feel her lips graze my breasts as she retrieved the dollar bills hidden in the cups of my bra. I got to smell her hair and skin, and feel her hands touching me teasingly. As she bade me to stand, I got to feel the horny stares from the men around the rail, arching my back and offering myself up to her whims. 

When she finished with me, I felt flushed with triumph and desire. I wanted her to dance for me privately. I wanted the Doctor to get his money's worth and see her dance using me as a living prop. I walked back to the Doctor, conscious of the men staring at me intensely, making way for my path back to my table, but also desiring to stop me, take me. 

We waited though a couple more songs for her to finish her set so we could claim her, but the set went on and on. 

"Would you like to go down there again?" the Doctor asked me as my hand stroked his cock in slow, yet eager, strokes. 

"Yes," I replied. I wanted to go down there again and get another dance, but mostly I wanted to be part of the show. How I wanted the confidence to go and do what that stripper did. To be able to fearlessly fling myself about a polished dance floor wearing next to nothing and shamelessly tease men for money would be electrifying. Yet, it would put me in such a position of power; I don't think I could handle it very well. No, I'm best as the prop for the dancer bold enough to use me well, as Dani did. 

When I went back down to the same spot, facing the Doctor, I passed by a number of men at the rail. Now that they knew what I was there for, they gave me eager and hungry eyes as I passed by them to sit demurely at the rail, shirt half-unbuttoned in anticipation. 

That's when I got my surprise. 

My two dollars set up as offering to the stripper on the rail in front of me suddenly became three when one of the butt rail sniffers passed me a dollar to add to my stack. Then another one followed suit and I had four dollars in front of me. I was both gratified and amazed. Here I was, sitting at the edge of a dance floor waiting to buy time and attention from a sexy woman, and I was being paid to do it. Not just by the Doctor, but by random men that I had not even met. I never learned their names; I don't remember their faces. They were just men, paying me to be a sex object for a woman to play with for their entertainment. It was incredible. I realized I could probably go to this bar again and again and hardly spend my own money, at least on strippers. The excitement that this stripper could generate with me was intensely sexual and apparently worth paying for. 

I was happy to add their dollars to the pile, but even so I had to wait until she had attended to the other paying customers before she came back to me, with her sweetly scented brown hair and glitter powdered skin. I was certain some of that glitter rubbed off onto the teasing mounds of my breasts that showed above the demi cups of my bra. She had me stand this time, and I arched my back, offering her the dollars hidden in my bra. I felt the eyes of the men in the bar unable to tear themselves away from our show, hungering for more even as she gently withdrew. 

"My friend and I would like a dance," I told her after I had sat back down, but before she left me completely. 

"Who's your friend?" she asked in return. I pointed out the Doctor, and she gave him an appraising look. After checking him out, she agreed to my request, a relief since I would have had to ask someone else had she said no, or risk disappointing the Doctor and his desires for me that night. Disappoint the Doctor and I would disappoint Master. Disappoint Master... that I couldn't even consider as a possibility. 

I went back to where the Doctor sat, avoiding the entreating glances and waving hands of the men at the rail. 

"When she's done with her set and stuff she'll come over and see us."

"Good girl," he told me, taking my hand gently to his hard, slick cock under the table. 

While we waited for Dani to finish her little post-dance girly things, the Doctor walked off to find the ATM and use the restroom. With him gone, I noticed that the rail men were trying to catch my eye by waving bills not at the stripper now commanding the dance floor, but at me. The rail men wanted me to come down and get a dance from the stripper while they watched. A girl dancing with another girl was so much better than a girl dancing for them. Especially when both girls were attractive and enthusiastic. 

This hadn't happened the last time I had gone to a strip club, which is probably a good reason not to go to that particular club again. It was such an incredible feeling to have men wanting to pay me to do what I wanted to do anyway. 

She came by our table after a few songs from the next dancer had passed. There was a little chatting, as we discussed whether she would dance for us together or separately and who would watch what, and, of course, how much it would all cost the good Doctor. As she led us to the alcove where we would get our dance, I was nearly shaking with anticipation. If the dances she had given me at the rail had been good, how much better might it be as a private show? 

The Doctor had her dance for me first. I sat on a bench against the wall as the Doctor sat on a stool at the side of the small curtained room. Then she began. 

The room was dim, and I hardly remember all the things that she did as she gyrated around me, giving teasing glimpses of breast and leg. She was in complete control, allowing me to feel wanton and daring. At one point she told me to brace myself, and then she used my legs as handles to flip herself upside down into my lap. I was unprepared for the bench to be so unsteady, but we didn't fall. Instead I was treated to a view between her legs obscured only by a flimsy piece of cloth. I couldn't help but admire her athleticism as well as her sexiness. 




The Doctor and the Stripper



I was sad when my song ended, but it was fun to watch her dance for the Doctor. I watched to learn how to dance for men as well as for my own titillation. 

"You're so little and cute!" she exclaimed after the dances were over. "I was tempted to grab you by the legs and shove you up against the wall, but the last time I did that the girl said she wished her boyfriend would do that and it was like awkward that it wasn't something he could do for her."

"I would have liked that a lot," I said. 

"Me too," the Doctor chimed in. 

Alas, it was too late. Our time had ended. Though we asked her when she worked, we haven't yet gone back to see her. I want to though. Her energy was fun. 

The Doctor and I headed back to the hotel after that. I had a curfew from Master and the Doctor wasn't done using me yet. 

Back at the hotel room, I wanted to show off my matching underwear to the Doctor, but that wasn't what he wanted, so that wasn't what we did. Instead he had me take off my shirt, leaving the bra and pants on. Then, he allowed me to suck on his cock until he game gloriously into my mouth. I swallowed every drop with relish, pleased that I had gotten his cum twice in one evening. I must have been a good girl for him indeed. 

Soon after, the Doctor allowed me to go home to Master. I told Master of my adventures before falling asleep, smelling sweetly of Dani, with the Doctor's cum filling my belly.



The Doctor and the Witch's Spell



This is the second installment of the Requiem chapters, transitioning into a new stage of development for the story. Please, it is probably quite different than the image you concocted in your mind, or perhaps it hit the nail on the head. In any case, I hope you enjoy the outcome of this first chapter via the new segment. Cheers!

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The music within the booming building transcended the walls, caressing every dancer, drinker, and womanizer's ears like a lover does, beckoning with a voice of urgent need. It was a comforting sound to Chloe as she read another chapter in her most recent discovery thanks to Sherron, A Song of Ice and Fire. The imagery within the pages escalated to such fantastical realms and magical worlds, characters that could instill fear or love into the heart, and lands of rich history inhabited by relics of an ancient world just like our own. The magic that lives within the pages, the dragons, warlocks, alchemists, and enchanted weapons had to exist in our world; if such a person like George R. R. Martin lived in the cruel world she knew better than her first memories as a child, then there was no question as to what was real in her mind. She believed in everything until it's disproven; fairies, myths, ancient beings, it all exists. It simply had to exist because her thoughts couldn't travel anywhere else whenever she'd unmark the dog-eared pages and submerge herself in wonder and awe.

If they would just stop moaning for another half-hour, maybe I would be able to focus more on whom I'm supposed to keep an eye out for! Chloe complained to herself, hearing another thump in the room she had her back to.

After Sherron's most recent battle with her sleeping condition, Veronica secured the position of Mother Goose and fled to Sherron's side; completely unmoving for anyone else or anything. She flipped another page, reading about a battle that was ensuing between two opposing armies with green fire, when another audible thud was heard, followed by a distinguishable moan that was foreign to Chloe's ears; it could be no one other than Veronica.

Curiously, she felt her ear gravitate towards the double doors that were shut tightly, the doorframe locks north and south of the crease latched tightly closed. At first there was nothing but the constant booming and rattling of the walls, the bass harmonizing with the words of Katie from below her. And, then -- a distinct voice was calling out.

"Yeh... Ooh..... ...me, beauty... su...ohhhhh... no... st-stop! ... I cant! ... You have to st-"A sharp gasp cut the silence as Chloe's eyes wandered aimlessly. Her mind desperately tried in vain to hear more of what was said. And, then, quite clearly, a scream could be heard from beyond the doorframe. She felt her heart in her chest echoing, resonating the beat of her pulse thick in her throat. Chloe's eyes were wide as she listened in on the hot sex between her best friend of close to a decade and her 'love of her life', as Sherron always quoted to her.

"FUCK!" A voice screamed.

Chloe's eyes widened as she recognized the yelling to be Sherron's doing, wondering if she was experiencing mind-blowing sex as it appeared to her behind the door, stealing her view from the spectacle.

"Mm... don't go, stay with... safe. Always, ...could I not?" A mumbled accented voice called out from beyond the lounge doors, followed by a giggle. Looking around herself, Chloe concluded that it was safe enough to divulge her full attention to -- she couldn't sense any immediate dangers, not as of yet. Meg had instructed her to watch over the doors while Sherron was indisposed, keeping an eye out for any unwanted disturbances should there be start of any. Chloe didn't understand the point of her sitting there at the guest table, reading and pondering, and then pondering and reading while waiting for Sherron and Veronica to finish up their little endeavor; if she truly needed protection, she could've called any number of the bouncers on deck to report to the lounge room on the third floor, to keep any disturbances at bay. Yet, there were always precautions when it concerned the three best friends of ten years.

She shook her head and sighed, her attention being directed back towards her book, as a soldier with an axe hacked off a limb that was parrying blows from above and below him. Until his arm flew from view, his blood-curdling screams were cut short by an arrow to the chest. Chloe's eyes drank in the words, unable to turn away in disgust as the carnage of the war was singeing her comfort zone; the music faltered momentarily, the band taking a break, talking and interacting with the crowd.

Laughter erupted from beyond the doors as Chloe stared at the wall in front of her frustratingly, wondering what the hell was so funny. She was tapping her heel against the wall out of annoyance, her patience thinning as Dylan and Allen appeared from the hallway. Chloe felt as though she would shit a golden egg. Will this night never fucking end with its suspense and surprises! Enough already! Chloe screamed in her mind as she forced herself to smile.

"Allen, Dylan... I haven't heard from you two love birds in so long I figured you both made some progress as new friends along the way from one of these lovely suites available..." Chloe remarked as she shut the hardcover close.

"Charming, Chloe. We just finished up a big sale thanks to this big guy here." Allen explained while patting Dylan's back. Veronica's fiancé had possibly the biggest grin Chloe had ever seen. For an instant, she felt foul play. Something didn't feel right. If she'd have to, she would use her clairvoyance if Dylan showed the signs, but only after and not before...

"Congrats, Dylan. I honestly didn't know you could throw a pitch."

"Nice terminology, Chloe. And, ya, I learned from a good friend who always keeps me informed and, ...growing, yeah, growing, that's right." He was shaking his finger to and fro to emphasize his acknowledgement. Allen gave him another pat on the back as if he wanted to settle down an animal. Suddenly, she felt that sting in the back of her mind again, telling her something. Chloe's intuition never lied, so she picked up on the frequency of Dylan's mind, locating, and pinpointing the source of interest.

"How much was the sale exactly? Or is that strictly confidential?" She gave Allen a crude look.

He looked at her silently, his expressionless face unnerving her for a heartbeat. Recently, Chloe felt she was giving her marriage second thoughts to Allen. Ever since college, the chemistry between them dwindled further and further into a black hole. Two can play at that game, darling. Chloe thought in retaliation.

"Unfortunately, Chloe, I'm afraid all the business talk would bore you, it's completely indiscernible from a woman's point of view."

"And, that comes from fact? You can be a real tool sometimes, Allen, but cut it out with the jokes. Unless you still want to have a dick in the morning."

Chloe's words sliced the air with a tangible effort, feeling the impact of them. She knew she would have to use a sparse amount of energy for the added effect she wanted, and hopefully not lose consciousness by doing so. This sort of power was what Sherron possessed, the ability to affect one's emotions through words and thought. Chloe was waddling through uncharted territory in her mind, but she wouldn't allow Allen to walk all over her. Not this time, at least.

He raised his eyebrows out of surprise, his eyes slightly out of focus. Chloe relished in seeing the fire cease in his pupils, the carnal hunger within them dissipating at a rapid rate. Dylan looked over at Allen, confused.

"You all right, Al? Ya look worse than a sick dog." Dylan's intent gaze was trained on Allen, expecting him to blow chunks or yell or something -- anything to expel that unwanted loathing and hatred.

Allen's lips fumbled for words, yet none would come out. Out of exasperation, he sighed angrily and slumped into the wall, crossing his arms over his chest, staring blindly at the double doors. Until -- another thud came from within. With fear in her heart, Chloe saw Allen's eyes refocus on the distant sound, his interest waxing and waning. Silence followed, aside from the constant beat of Austra's instrumental sound downstairs, as Allen's eyes looked all around the door, thinking, trying to make sense of something.

Oh shit! He knows the doors are charmed! Chloe thought out of alarm.

Meg had cast a charm over the double doors, securing it in a vacuum seal a little over an hour ago to help give Sherron and Veronica privacy. Now, though, Chloe thought to herself, Allen is picking up on the scent. He knows it's there.

"Speaking of mysteries, my darling wife, would you happen to know where Veronica is? Dylan wants to leave. He says he has a headach-"

"Well, if he has a headache he can go downstairs, hail down a cab, and walk himself through the front door of his home where I'm sure he's capable of fetching his own glass of water and ibuprofen. It's truly not difficult, boys." Chloe quipped sarcastically.

"And, Veronica went downstairs to get drinks. I'm pretty sure I saw her walking down the steps not twenty minutes ago..." Chloe said as several people walked past, laughing in a drunken stupor.

Allen opened his mouth to say something, yet couldn't, because his attention was drawn back to the doors. He was staring intently at the locks, the gears in his head visibly moving beneath the surface; Chloe could see it herself. Allen was a different breed of being than Sherron, Meg and herself -- he could disappear and reappear at will, but only when the moon was full did his power become greater, for his abilities lie dormant within him. She was running out of time. She needed to fix this situation, and fast.

Then, almost as if on cue to add to her misery, a faint but recognizable laugh could be heard. Dylan was oblivious to the sounds; it was too acute for normal human hearing. Allen definitely heard it though, Chloe knew that much.

"You know, I think I left my flask on the counter in there. If you don't mind, I'll just go and fetch it." Allen made his way over to the double doors; standing at attention once he got there from Chloe's long leg blocking any further advancement.

"Sherron is still suffering from the migraine and the episode from earlier. She needs her rest."

"Well, I have pretty good eyesight as you know. I think I can manage to not wake her. I'll be getting my flask, if you please?" Allen gestured his gaze towards Chloe's outstretched leg, asking her to move it. She didn't budge. He raised his arm towards one of the doors, mere inches away from rapping on its surface.

"Don't." Chloe said, faintly. Or else I'll have to do what I don't want to do.

Allen looked at her, his dark green eyes the color of swamp water, as his knuckles rose further and further, adding less and less distance from his body and the doors. Until, suddenly, a zap caused him to jump back in retreat, staring incredulously at the door with a baleful gaze, and even more malevolent thoughts than before. Allen's hand had just come in contact with the charm Meg used as a barrier to keep sound in rather than out. She forgot to mention that it was a defense barrier as well. Chloe sighed in relief.

Dylan cleared his throat, reminding the couple that he was there during their little outburst.

"Well, Chloe... if you happen to see Veronica, tell her I'll probably be home within the next twenty minutes. I forgot to jot down my information to our most recent client, so while I'm doing that, I figured she'd probably be back here by that time. So, just ...let her know I'll be headed home, ya?" He said with a smile. Only one thing was completely off to Chloe, aside from the second obvious anomaly she had heard -- his eyes weren't smiling.

And she knew if the client Dylan was referring to be the fat cat, loan shark that Allen dealt with on a daily basis -- there would be no second chance to jot down information. When you pitch something, it's either you win or you don't. With a sinking feeling, she let her mind wander as her powers took over her, sinking further into her chest. She dug deeper into his mind until an image of him twenty minutes ago, lounging on a sofa in a room Chloe knew did not belong to Meg Little. This room was modernized: the coffee table was a single panel of glass resting on a white block, several glasses of liquor cluttering what empty space one could find. The couches were leather and white like snow, as well as the walls.

The only part of the room that did have color seemed to be Dylan's own skin as he stared out the open window in a daze. His memory shifted as his eyes moved to his lap, a head with red hair energetically bobbing up and down, her arms at her sides. An exhilarating feeling infiltrated her senses as Chloe realized she was experiencing his emotions, a darkness to them that didn't seem foreign to her at all. In fact she knew that feeling quite well.

The memory shifted again, much like static on a corrupted video, as Dylan's eyes moved further to the left of the room where they fell on Chloe's husband, laying on the couch adjacent to Dylan, a woman completely nude riding him, continuously. Chloe gasped in fright, losing the connection with Dylan's consciousness. The atmosphere felt extremely cold to her as she shook, her lips quivering with the recent memory. She had never felt so sick to her stomach in her entire life.

She was sitting there, silently, as the two men looked at each other out of confusion, wondering the same thing. Allen stepped closer to the table where she sat, his hand moving towards her hair to stroke it. Even with her eyes closed, Chloe could see Allen's hand from above her as her spirit lifted from her body, drawing energy that began to coil into a ball that grew more and more.

The index finger of Allen Frobisher tapped Chloe's bare shoulder in a caressing way, when without warning, a blast of force propelled both Dylan and Allen ten feet from their original position, the table flying with them. When it made contact with the wall, it splintered into several pieces flying in all directions as the two men landed in a heap near the corner of the wall. Allen sat up in a rush, brushing debris from his black trench coat as Dylan began to stir beside him. He caught Chloe's stare and breathed hesitantly.

Chloe's eyes were emitting a certain glow that resembled fire as her hair stood up, floating by an invisible force. They were trained directly on Allen, connecting with his mind, repeating a single word over, and over, and over until he finally understood.

"Go."

By the time Allen had gained his footing, Dylan was shaking splinters from his hair when his eyes caught Chloe's, freezing him in a state of fear. Allen began pulling him up by the arms, hauling him to their escape route. Dylan blinked several times as he took in Chloe's gaze, muttering incoherently when Allen hoisted him on his feet, forcing him to focus on walking instead of looking at a woman who looked to be on fire. It was only when they had rounded the corner, witnessing the backs of them recede on their descent down the staircase that Chloe let her guard down, feeling the energy being zapped from her in an instant. She steadied herself on the wall with a hand to keep balance as she closed her eyes and practiced breathing, feeling herself acclimating to the familiar vibration of the five senses.

Sherron! Listen to me! It's urgent! Chloe yelled with her mind, imploring her friend to hear her so she wouldn't have to barge in on such a note. There was no answer from her consciousness as Chloe waited, feeling paranoia gnawing on her thoughts.

SHER!

No answer.

She huffed out of frustration as she waved her hands on either side of her. The latches over the locks unclasped by themselves as she pushed the doors open, slamming on the walls and damaging the hinges in the process.

The light from the hallway fell on two figures lying on the sofa in an entanglement of limbs. The two women gasped in surprise, hugging each other as Chloe burst through the doors, slamming them shut again with her will alone. Darkness filled the space again for an unnerving full ten seconds until Chloe reached up and pulled the chain attached to the fan from above, flooding the space around them with light once again.

"Chloe, what the hell!" Sherron said with a startled look. She was underneath Vonni, pulling her arms towards her abdomen in vain to try and conceal where they had been moments before.

"We have trouble."

"What trouble?"

"I know who Allen is now. And, I know why we weren't able to sense it before." Chloe said with an unsettling calm, forgetting momentarily that Vonni was near.

"Monarcha daemonium." She whispered unsteadily.

Sherron's face fell, as she understood the weight of the situation. Veronica turned her head towards Sherron, then back to Chloe for some clue as to what was going on.

"I have absolutely no idea what the fuck you two cooks are talking about, but Chloe, I don't mean to be rude, but do you mind if we get dressed in peace?" Veronica said, attempting to cover up her nude form.

Chloe nodded, apologizing, walking back to the double doors in a daze. She turned back to Sherron, saying to her in her mind.

What happened behind the doors was minor. What they did was not. I need to assess the damage that Allen has done, though. Meg was already in her car heading to Veronica's home when she felt me ascend earlier. She's adding the tonic to the teacup Dylan will use to drink out of before he goes to sleep. He won't remember any of it; it was beyond his knowledge when it happened. He was put under mind control. To be safe though, she's staying with you tonight. Do not let her out of your sights. Allen still has a hold over Dylan, and you know what the only reason for him doing so is. By morning we'll know if it's safe for her to return. I'll take care of Allen.

And, with that, she opened the double doors, and closed them quietly behind her, the soft click of the locks shifting into place.

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Veronica fidgeted within Sherron's arms, incredibly confused.

"Monarchamocha de what?" She said in a skeptical tone. Sherron looked back at her, resting her hand on her cheek, trying to calm her.

"What she said, was, Monarcha daemonium. It means monarch demon in Latin." Sherron's voice was a mere whisper as she caressed Veronica's cheeks, softly tracing her name into the skin with her fingertips.

"Yes, but why did she have to barge in here like a bull in a china shop?"

"You know that's a myth, right?" Sherron quipped with a smirk.

"I'm serious! Tell me what's going." Veronica's eyes held her stare as a warning to Sherron, the light shinning in them was incandescent. Sherron blinked a few times, feeling herself losing control. She sighed and looked around, shaking her head.

"I honestly don't know if you'll believe me, Veronica, when I tell you this bit of information I learned... six years ago. I need you to trust me."

"I do trust you." Veronica said without hesitation. Sherron's eyes misted at those words, feeling herself falling head over heels as her eyes held Veronica's gaze. Sherron smiled at her, her cheeks burning with the love flowing from her eyes.

"What if I told you that... I can do things that other people cannot. That I can influence a situation whenever I wanted to. At will."

Veronica sat up a bit more, her hair falling to her face as she looked down at Sherron strangely.

"Be more specific. Enlighten me." Her hard stare was inspecting again, searching for a clue to help her understand.

"It's more complicated than that, Veronica. I don't exploit what I can do. I do not use them for my advantage in any personal endeavors I encounter. I only use them when they're needed. Critically needed. Like life and death situations." Sherron closed her eyes, begging Veronica with her mind to try and understand that the impossible she was conditioned to believe as a child, is in fact possible and happens everywhere, at any given time.