1 comments/ 10824 views/ 0 favorites Jennifer's Obsession: The Good Doc By: methylation It was eleven o'clock and Jennifer was sat in the waiting room, impatiently tapping her foot on the floor, of a Dr. A. Thomas' clinic; he was a psychiatrist. At about two minutes past eleven, Jennifer jumped to her feet and pattered towards the exit. "Mrs Bloom, go through now, the doctor's ready to see you," a bitter-looking old lady hissed as if it were too much trouble to be telling her so, even though it was part her job to do so. Jennifer stopped and did an about turn. She stood motionless for a moment and was sucking her teeth, before doing another about turn and pattered towards the exit again. "Just send me the bill for today, I've changed my mind," she ordered as she went. "Jennifer, my room's this way," a strangely familiar voice said. She stopped and looked over her shoulder. "My God, Alan. Who in the bloody hell let you open a practice?!" Jennifer exclaimed, jokingly, as she rushed up to him and kissed him on both cheeks thinking that he looked the same, but different somehow. He wrapped his arms tightly around her in response, giving her an enthusiastic embrace; it was so enthusiastic her feet almost lifted clear of the floor. A loud cough from one of the patients waiting to see another psychiatrist reminded them of where they were, and they quickly released each other both feeling a little carried away with themselves. "This way Miss Bloom," Alan said, his hand gesturing the direction she should take. He was trying exceedingly hard to appear professional and was performing quite terribly. Jennifer took her cue and skipped into his room, beaming, with her cute and colourful, summer dress breezing with the movement. They'd known each other as kids, grew up together, and they'd even went to the same University for a while; Andrew changed courses after a year, though, and as a result, Universities (he'd realised environmental science wasn't for him and decided to study psychiatry, hence the practice). Jennifer had studied biology, although her real interest had been in sports physiology - she'd realised in her final year and it was too late to change, but she completed her degree and decided to take a post-graduate course in sport and exercise science to compensate, hence her work as a personal-trainer. Back in the room, Jennifer had made herself comfortable on a swivel chair in front of Alan's mahogany desk and was childishly spinning back and forth on it. Alan meanwhile had stretched himself out on the rather expensive-looking, leather couch that was to right of Jennifer. "What do you think, Jen? I bet you never thought I'd have patients of my own, did you? I can't believe it myself sometimes... who in their right mind would let me have patients to look after, hey? Alan said, finishing by holding his hands outwards with palms up in disbelief at himself. "I wouldn't, for sure. I know you too well," Jennifer replied as she sprang out of her seat and rushed over to Alan. "Come on, let me have a go," she continued, impatiently pulling the doctor from the couch by his arms. Alan slipped himself from the couch and Jennifer promptly took his place. "So tell me, about your childhood," he said seriously, sitting himself in the seat that sat at the top of the couch but just away from it. "I'll bet it was disturbed; it must have been, I was there," he continued, laughing out aloud. "Remember playing doctors and nurses in the shed?" Jennifer enthused, laughing to herself as images of their curious, prepubescent bodies flashed through her mind. "Mmm, those were the days, hey?" he said, thoughtfully. "No worries and all fun – where did it all go wrong?" he asked himself rather than Jennifer, as he stared blankly at the wall. Jennifer propped herself up on her elbows and twisted her head around to face him, a little concerned at the tone in which he'd spoken. "What am I like? Come on, what's up?" he said, his tone reverting to one a little more upbeat. Jennifer looked at him, her eyebrows raised. He rose to his feet and paced across the room, shaking his head in disgust at himself he did so. Jennifer slipped her feet from the couch and came to an upright seated position, watching Alan awkwardly fiddling with his tie for a moment and looking quite uncomfortable. "Do you fancy going out for an hour or two and just having some fun? he said, with considerable animation. He stared hard at her, holding his breath as he waited for her reply. She thought for a moment. "Yeah... I'd like that very much actually," she replied, nodding her head in agreement, smiling, and secretly surprised by the realisation of the simplicity of the solution Alan proffered to life's problems. Alan raced up to her, his stance wide and alive. "Great, let's go," he roared, his face awash with eagerness as he reached out and offered his hand to Jennifer. Now that's the Alan I know, Jennifer thought, his face now reminding her of the man she once knew all those years ago – he looked happy, and dangerous; he had that look that said 'hold on tight'. Jennifer took his hand and leapt to her feet. "Where're we going?" she said, feeling like a child being dragged off on some crazy caper by a bigger, bossier, and naughtier child. As they reached the door he released her hand and stretched over his desk, grabbing his jacket. "Anywhere, let's just get out of here for starters," he replied as he slipped his jacket on and led the way out, breathing deeply now. He cancelled his remaining appointments for that day as he strode through the waiting room not stopping to give an explanation; Jennifer hurried behind. In the elevator, Alan was leaning against a side wall with his hands in his pockets and looking at Jennifer; there was mischief written all over him. Jennifer watched him, smiling and half afraid of exactly what was on his mind. "Show me yours," he said, tongue-in-cheek as he unzipped his trousers and waved a floppy cock at her in a childish manner. Jennifer laughed as her mind raced back to the first time she'd seen Alan's penis; it was a happy, nostalgic feeling. "Alright," she said, squeezing her palms against her thighs and slowly lifting them, taking the flowery-patterned dress with her; her gaze fleeted back and forth between his face and his cock as she did so. A naked and very closely-cropped triangle appeared as her hands sexily crept up her body. Alan's flaccid cock instantly became rigid as he studied the toned legs that helped to form the neat triangle between them, and they were attached to the most beautiful, curvaceous hips he'd ever seen – he could feel his intellect drowning as the base drive to reproduce firmly forced him down the evolutionary tree and into the water; his cerebrum was shutting down and leaving him with only the most basic instincts, and he wasn't hungry, tired, or thirsty. "I don't remember it looking like that, Alan; it's so much bigger now, you've become such a beast," she whispered sexily before lifting her palms clear of her body and letting the dress fall neatly back into place with a little wriggle of those damned hips that would surely get her into trouble one day. Alan's face had become predator-like in its expression but Jennifer failed to maintain her act and exploded with laughter. Alan's higher powers fired up again, quelling the primate within, and he lunged at her with arms outstretched to tickle her all over. Jennifer tried to defend herself as they slapped, wrestled and tickled each other like children, laughing madly and loudly as they tumbled about the elevator. They barely heard the binging sound of the elevator over the furore they'd created but they did manage to feel it grinding to a halt. Alan's face was a picture of panic as he jumped behind Jennifer, knowing his cock was still enjoying the outdoors. Jennifer snatched her hand behind her back and closed it, tightly, around his exposed flesh. His heart pounded as he pulled at her hand trying frantically to free himself so he could zip himself up before the doors opened, but she had a grip like a champion arm-wrestler and wasn't letting go. He was peeling at her fingers as the blandly-coloured, metal doors slid open to reveal an old lady waiting to step aboard. Alan squashed up close to Jennifer's rear as he raised his hand to his face, making out he was massaging his temples with his thumb and index finger. Jennifer silently giggled; Alan knew because he saw her shoulders hunch up and felt his cock being pulled as a consequence. As the doors closed behind the old lady, Jennifer started to slowly massage his cock. Alan couldn't help but instinctively respond by immediately regaining the erection he'd lost when he attacked Jennifer - God knows he didn't want to; not with the old-aged-pensioner there. He coughed as if it were some sort of signal to Jennifer to behave and let him go. The old lady looked at him. Alan's already red face reddened some more as he looked everywhere else except at the old lady; he could have passed as an elevator engineer doing an inspection. Jennifer started sliding her grip up and down his shaft now that he stiffened sufficiently to do so, but slowly so as not to give away her hand movement to any bystanders. Alan's embarrassment gradually began to fade as he hardened some more, its effects slackening the restraints on the animal within but not completely setting him free, yet. He glanced at the old woman to check she wasn't watching him, and pressed the palm of his right hand up against the soft skin on the back of Jennifer's thigh, just above knee height but below the line of her dress; she wasn't expecting it and flinched a little. Having already seen she wasn't wearing any knickers, he slid his hand up under her covering and onto her bare buttock where he began gently rubbing, squeezing, and cupping it with his hand. Jennifer felt her breathing deepen and noticed she'd started pursing her lips a little. He glanced down at the bare flesh he'd just exposed and slid his hand down and centre to be greeted by the hot and slightly wet feel of her sensitive folds of flesh. She flinched again as he made contact with her and momentarily lost the rhythm she'd developed on his proud piece of anatomy. Alan looked at the old lady again before slipping a fingertip between her pussy-lips and thinking how lucky it was that this elevator didn't have any mirrors. Jennifer could feel her face redden now but not through embarrassment; it was because of the increased blood flow that the touch of a man's hand between a woman's legs caused. She caught herself blowing out hard over gritted teeth and immediately tried to control it. The elevator continued to rise. Alan managed to get his finger in and started to wriggle it about – Jennifer's hand tightening on his cock told him she liked it. Bing, the elevator sounded before grinding to a halt again. The white-haired, old lady turned to face them. They both froze but left their hands where they were; if they tried to move them now they'd definitely give the game away. "Get a room," she croaked sharply, before hobbling through the opening doors of the elevator, smiling to herself. Jennifer looked over her shoulder at Alan. Their surprised faces met and they burst out laughing. The doors slid shut and as they did, Alan grabbed Jennifer by the back of the neck and forced her upper body forward with a jolt. The shock of it forced Jennifer's grip to slacken and the cock she was holding sprang loose as she was physically coerced into adopting a toe-touching position, only with her hands on her knees. With his right hand he flung her dress up over her backside and pursed his lips at the view; two golden-brown, firm humps of flesh, like a pair of cannon-balls, with a little dark-coloured mound just beneath and poking out between them. "My word, it's good to see you again Jennifer," he exclaimed, before making a noise that was a little like a dog's growl and then squashing up to her in a hasty effort to intimately unite. Jennifer couldn't help but look at the floor – she could see in the highly polished, metal, mirror-like floor, a fairly decent reflection of her naked mound and smiled to herself as she considered what the old lady had probably seen. The elevator hadn't moved as yet but 'binged' again. "Shit," Alan said, as he drew back with a jump, yanking Jennifer upright as he did so by her long, wavy, brunette locks. Her dress fell as she rose while Alan fumbled with his zipper as some middle-aged chap in a suit entered the elevator; he looked about the small box they were all stood in as if looking for the sexual tension he could undoubtedly sense in this restricted atmosphere - Alan wished there was a window he could open to let some of it out; it was making him feel quite stifled. Jennifer squashed her mouth together tightly and blocking off the escape route for a giggle as she heard a 'zzzzip'. The elevator at last reached the ground and Alan audibly exhaled as the doors opened and the intensity of the moment gushed outwards and dissipated in the voluminous space of the reception area. The middle-aged chap stepped out with a sort of bewildered look about him, almost as if he'd just endured something of a paranormal nature. Jennifer, giggling, stepped out and with a flick of her wrist gave Alan a naughty peep at her right buttock as she did so. Alan rushed out behind her, touching the buttock he'd just seen but having to make do with the feel of it through her dress. As they wound their way through the busy city streets they chatted and laughed, just like in the old days, and Alan revelled in the attention that only a body like Jennifer's could command from passers-by; he'd acquired a spring in his step and was walking rather tall. As they passed the museum Alan, by placing his hand at her waist, guided her towards the street entrance of a multi-storey car-park. "So where are we heading?" Jennifer enquired, excitedly, as she happily accepted his direction – Alan had always led them off on whacky adventures as kids and that's exactly how she felt now; like a kid. "I'm parked on the roof," Alan said, pressing the button for the elevator repeatedly. Jennifer barged past him. "Race you up there," she replied, darting up the steps as Alan recovered from the collision. A trifle disorientated he spun around, catching a glimpse of Jennifer disappearing around the corner leading to the next flight of steps. Unable to resist the challenge Alan bounded after her, starting to get himself in a fluster as he scrambled up the first two flights of stairs and having almost barged another member of the public to the ground in the process. As he peered up the third flight he halted - Jennifer had stopped to bend over and flip her dress up over her backside in a manner not unlike that of a naughty schoolgirl. He was surprised to hear a loud, collective gasp as he studied the daring work of art boldly displayed before him. Jennifer looked to her right, sort of giggled and screamed at the same time, and raced onwards and upwards laughing almost hysterically as she went (the elevator doors must have opened giving the passengers a rather unexpected but pleasing eyeful). Alan smiled to himself and shook his head before rushing back into the race. As Jennifer reached the seventh floor she stopped again, waiting for Alan who'd obviously missed a few training sessions of late, Jennifer had concluded. Breathing hard and heavy, Alan eventually came into Jennifer's view. She punctually grabbed at the bottom seam of her dress and began raising it up high over her head. Her action had the same effect as a bullet through the chest would have on the doctor; it stopped him dead in his tracks. The first he saw was those finely honed, golden-brown upper thighs, which had reddened a little from the muscle-pump she'd acquired from tackling all those steps. The dress rose some more and Alan got another look at those hips that only God could have created, and to make matters worse she'd started to move them like an experienced stripper who knew exactly how to work the punters. The good doctor closely examined the shapely perfection of her shaded triangle as it danced, teasingly, from side-to-side. He gripped the railing, still breathing hard; I'd run a thousand flights of stairs to see this, he thought, having to alter the positioning of his enlarging cock with his free hand. Her tiny waist came into view and he imagined how it would feel to have his hands clasped tightly around it making her ride his erection like a champion jockey. Alan was momentarily distracted by a noise he heard down below and turned away to glance down the steps he'd just climbed to see if some-one was coming – there wasn't. The rising of her dress faltered a little as its material clung firmly to her melon-like breasts, but soon peeled away to let them plop out into the stale, earthy-smelling air of the car-park stairwell. She held the dress up high over her head with arms outstretched, showing it all off and gyrating like an exotic belly-dancer; he thought he may even hear the music if only he could stop breathing so hard. Then her right arm dropped downwards and caused the right side of her dress to fall haphazardly onto that side, but he could still clearly see her left breast and, of course, that enchanting triangle. Her hand slid down over her belly-button and came to rest between her legs; the touch of her hand down there made her eyes close, not that Alan would notice mind you. He could make out her fingers moving between the folds of flesh and started to feel a little jealous of the fact that it wasn't his fingers doing it or better still, his cock. Jennifer momentarily peeped out of the one eye that wasn't covered by her dress because she needed a glimpse of Alan's face – she lived to see the look of a man utterly consumed by desire for her. Satisfied, her partially-opened eye softly closed again to match the other. Alan felt a rush of blood rip through him, making him tackle the steps in three-at-a-time bounds. She heard the slaps of his soles on the concrete steps; it made her open her eyes and she saw what she already knew – Alan was rapidly advancing. She quickly brushed her dress down and light-footedly scampered up the next several flights of stairs to the roof, laughing again. Alan followed closely behind knowing his prey was soon to be cornered, and taken. As Jennifer exited the stairwell, its stale air gave way to a fresh, breezy one, and the brightness of the sun dazzled her. She ran over to the farthest side of the roof, looking over her shoulder excitedly as she did so. Just as the door slammed itself shut, Alan came barging through like a husband arriving home knowing there's another man in the house. Not giving a thought to having been beaten by a woman, he strode over towards Jennifer with a victor's swagger. She cringed as he neared, fearing a prolonged tickling assault and had already begun laughing in anticipation. Crouching forward and holding her hands out in front of herself, she retreated down the gap which a Lexus and the rooftop wall afforded until her backside touched up against the chest-high wall behind her; she was cornered. He jumped at her, grabbing at her waist. Within seconds he'd subdued his quarry and pulled her tightly up against himself, kissing her hard on the mouth; it was if he was trying to pack all those years they'd been apart into this one, long, heated kiss, and he was succeeding! She felt as though she were melting, before the desire to return the earnestness with which he kissed her saved her from the puddle-like fate. The electricity of the moment increased to such a level their bodies temporarily shutdown to save their hearts from going into fibrillation – they'd stopped kissing and if anyone could see them they'd probably mistake them for mannequins, unless they were close enough to witness the inferno burning in their eyes that is. She felt like the typical damsel in distress atop the tower she'd been imprisoned in, and Alan was her proverbial knight in shining armour – she was his for the taking. Jennifer's Obsession: The Good Doc Their locks jumped and flapped as a cool spring breeze welcomingly swept over them, gradually breathing life back into their static bodies. With their fiery eyes still locked on each other, Alan lifted the front of his damsel's dress up to her washboard tummy and placed his hand firmly between her legs as if stating ownership on the slightly furry patch of flesh he'd come to hold. Jennifer's legs buckled a little on contact but quickly righted themselves as his fingers began fondling her. "Nostalgia's a great thing, isn't it?" she whispered hoarsely, shuffling her feet apart. A smile broke on Alan's boyish face and Jennifer quickly returned his oral indication of happiness with one of her own. Still touching her they gradually came tight together again, uniting with their mouths and exciting their hearts into almost stopping once more; the murmur of the city's activity down below faded into oblivion, as did any reservations either of them may have had about what they were doing. Before she lost all ability to do anything, Jennifer tore herself away from the kiss, stepping back as she did so. Alan's hand stayed between her legs, though. She lifted the dress up over her head, but this time taking it completely off and recklessly discarding it to the cold, concrete floor in a crumpled heap. Come and get it, she thought, adopting a fighter's stance and feeling decidedly liberated standing naked in the middle of a busy city, albeit on the roof of a car-park. Alan stepped back, withdrawing his hand as he went, to appreciate the naked beauty of the angel that stood before him as her nipples erected considerably more in the chill of the aerial breeze; it felt like thousands of fingers sliding softly over her skin, she thought. His eyeing of her body made her inhale deeply and swell her chest, making her appear like one of those topless models on a photo-shoot. Before he could grab at the forbidden fruit that hung so temptingly from her body, she squatted down, being careful to keep her knees from the harshness of the rough, gritty floor. Alan noticed her pussy lips invitingly pout outwards as a result of her open-legged squat position. She cupped her breasts and squeezed them whilst Alan automatically stepped up to her as if it were a reflex action. He unzipped himself and flung his semi-hard tool out at her as if she were his whore whose only job was to please him any way he wanted her to. She looked at it, watching closely as it grew in front of her eyes; within seconds it was pointing in the direction of the sun – directly overhead. His cock started to twitch now as if in compensation for not being able to grow any further, although it had already become a good seven inches and with the thickness of a regular cucumber. She looked up at him. "Go on, touch it," he said, with his hands on his hips. Her gaze dropped to what was directly in line with her face. She noticed a tortuous-looking vein running down its shaft and placed her right forefinger on it. She slowly traced its path up and down the length, several times. "Can I go now?" she said, meekly, as she placed both her hands on the fronts of her thighs. "Take a hold of it," he ordered. She hesitantly wrapped her right hand around him, and squeezed; the feel of the hard meat in her hand gave her a tickling sensation between the legs as if her body was telling her exactly where that piece of meat should go. She began slowly sliding her hand up and down the solid shaft, its brightly coloured head popping out from its cover and disappearing back under it as she did so. "Like this doctor? Am I doing it right?" she enquired, submissively, as she started to bite her bottom lip. "Put it in your mouth," he ordered. Jennifer looked up at him again and feigned a look of disgust, but gradually opened her mouth nonetheless. As she slowly leant forward onto him she maintained her gaze on Alan's face. He watched with some pleasure as Jennifer followed her orders and started to gently run her head down his length. She swallowed him in until its end touched the back of her throat, grabbing the backs of his thighs to steady herself in the process . Alan heard the stairwell door swing open and instantly twisted his head around to look. Noticing Alan's concern, Jennifer held onto him with her mouth, motionless. A young couple were walking towards them, holding hands. Fuck, I hope this isn't their car, Alan thought, as he quickly looked down at Jennifer and then back at the couple. They continued walking towards him. Jennifer underwent a new experience as his cock softened in her mouth. Outraged, she began sucking at his soft meat and flopping it about the inside of her mouth using her tongue – it started to work. The couple approached the car two up from where they were. Alan underwent the same bodily experience those adrenalin junkies have the second they realise they've just survived a highly dangerous event; he placed his left hand on the roof of the Lexus next to him with a thud, to steady himself as a rush of endorphins dizzied his brain. "Just catching my breath after the stair climb," he guiltily offered as an explanation for his standing still and looking suspicious, although he had managed to make it appear as if the Lexus was his. Jennifer retreated off his hardening cock and using her right hand began to tug at it furiously, straightening up a little and poking her breasts out at it at the same time. The sensation of being stark naked and wanking a man's cock with those people standing so close almost made her orgasm right there; she'd even stuck a finger into herself and was fucking her mound with it as she tugged his meat. Alan looked in the opposite direction to the couple as he felt himself being furiously pulled about, and his face flushed as several quite audible groans raced up from where he was standing. The couple didn't reply to Alan's statement; they just climbed into their car and quickly left. His relief at hearing their car exit manifested in the form of instantly acquiring a flag-pole-like erection which was now having its tip rubbed up against Jennifer's left nipple. He stooped forward and with his left hand started to smack at Jennifer's right breast, making it wobble. "You bitch," he said, liking what he saw. "I'm going to make you pay for that," he continued. "Oh yeah," Jennifer said, shooting upright, her tits almost smacking Alan in the face as she rose. Alan quickly rotated his head, making sure the roof-top was clear of people. She'd adopted an aggressive stance but was continuing to tug at him as if she were in a competition. "Get on the fucking bonnet, bitch," he demanded, pointing at the bonnet of the Lexus with his left hand. Jennifer, naked except for her sandals, released his cock with attitude and boldly swaggered over to the bonnet and bent over it, supporting herself on her elbows. "And what are you going to do to me?" she asked, insolently. "Not like that; sit on the bonnet," he said, approaching her with his pink erection contrasting strongly against the black of his suit trousers. She sat on the bonnet with her legs spread wide and her feet still touching the floor. He intruded on the space between her legs and ended up with his cock pressing into her belly. He tucked his hands under the backs of her thighs and suddenly lifted, throwing her further back onto the bonnet. Jennifer puzzled at his actions, wondering how he was going to shag her with her being so far up the bonnet. He retrieved his hands and used them to direct the movement of her feet onto the wings of the car, just above the headlights. She excitedly concluded he was going to lick her. With her legs spread almost as wide as they'd go she placed her hands behind her back, half on the windscreen, as supports and flung her head back, enjoying the fresh breeze gushing over her hot mound. Alan's hands dove straight into her pussy lips and peeled them open which he immediately followed up with a head dive that finished with his tongue protruding into her. She made a mouse-like, squeaky sound in response and leant back further still, trying to force her mound higher at the same time and acquire a deeper penetration. Alan's head started to bob up and down rapidly as he licked at her now. She looked down between her legs to watch the doctor at work, giving her a welcome internal examination using his tongue as the investigative tool. The view forced her to exhale and groan at the same time. He licked at her faster and his one hand came up from between her legs and grabbed her roughly around the chin, as if he had to hold her there while he carried out his thorough examination. His overpowering of her forced Jennifer's eyelids to flutter and her nipples to become as hard and big as fingertips. "Let me go, stop licking me there," she pleaded, through clenched teeth. He forced her back so hard she collapsed flat against the windscreen. Her defenceless, naked body squirmed against the plunderer's efforts, taking them both to the transcendental heights that only sex can. Jennifer aroused herself further with thought of all those people on the streets below and how unaware they were of what some man was doing to her only a short distance away (the car-park was quite tall so it wasn't really only a short distance; it just felt that way because she only had to look over the wall to see them, and being able to hear them helped too). He licked harder now, even biting at her lips every so often too. Look at you, holding me down and licking at my poor, exposed cunt, don't you have any respect for me at all? she thought. Jennifer's increasing groans of pleasure darted in all directions across the roof-top to fall silently into the bustle of the busy city streets below. Alan slipped his free hand between his own legs and began masturbating as he licked and penetrated the defenceless mound pinned down before him with his tongue – he wasn't letting up, at all. Groaning louder now, Jennifer placed her hand around Alan's wrist and tugged at it to feel the firmness of the grip on her chin, and began groaning louder still. I can't take no more, she thought, feeling like a dog left alone in a house with a tasty piece of steak on the table – she just had to have that meat; she'd salivated long and hard enough already. "Leave me alone; stop it," she shouted, as she tried to close her legs and squirm free, her pussy exciting and yearning all-the-more. Alan tightened his hold on her and his tongue-probing became more animated, and forceful; he was like a just-victorious gladiator letting off steam in the only way he knew how, with a lowly street-whore. Jennifer watched the Trojan at work between her legs, momentarily stupefied by her sense of sexual gratification; he was freely helping himself to her with reckless abandon and wasn't going to be denied. She snapped herself out of it and viciously tore at the hand on her chin and somehow broke free. His now free hand raced over her naked body, fumbling for something, anything, to grip her by as he pushed his face hard onto her mound in an effort to restrain her, while his other hand continued to massage himself. With hands and feet she punched and kicked. Both Alan's hands were everywhere now, urgently trying to subdue his woman. Alan's eyes widened in anger as she scrambled free of his clawing hands and scampered up over the windscreen. He leapt up onto the bonnet like an angry, silverback gorilla, his shoes clanging loudly on the metal-work as he did so. Jennifer's heart thumped as she crawled across the roof and quickly slid, head-first, down the rear window. Alan leapt again but onto the roof this time; his arms swung about to maintain his balance and his look was a determined one. His reach immediately swooped down and snatched wildly at Jennifer's feet, but they'd just escaped in the nick of time down the rear window with her. She gripped the metal rail that sat aloft the chest-high wall and heaved herself up to it. She looked down on the commotion of people on the city streets below; the sheer height of the drop made her feel a little light-headed whilst her sense of being trapped created a sensation entirely of its own deep inside her pubic region. Just then, a pair of hands slapped onto her hips with the fingers digging so deep into her flesh it made her wince. The grip powerfully yanked her rear end into the air and forced her to stand on the boot of the car; it caused her grip to tighten on the tubular steel as a vision of her rolling head-first over it sprang to mind. Alan's demeanour was still that of a silverback but the look on his face had changed to one of smugness now as he victoriously eyed his captured meat. He dropped his knees onto the roof of the car with his erection coming to rest in the gap between Jennifer's naked buttocks. He grinned widely to himself as Jennifer held on for dear life – she couldn't go anywhere and couldn't risk wrestling (giving her precarious position), so she'd have to conclude that staying very still while he did whatever he choose to do to her was her one and only option. She felt his cock sliding backwards between her buttocks in readiness to penetrate her but nothing could be done to stop him. Don't resist; just let him have what he wants, she told herself as her swollen pussy experienced a surge of some sort – she wasn't sure if the cause was blood or nerve impulses, or both even. She felt his hard cock sliding between her legs; not penetrating her but sliding slowly over her mound. Her body trembled and the feel of it elicited a low groan from Alan's mouth. "Don't you dare put that in me; get it away from me!" she said, praying that he would soon dig it in. He crouched over her back and slid his hand down her belly, having a quick squeeze at one of her hanging breasts before he did so. She felt his fingers holding her genitalia open to the world. There's nothing I can do to stop him; he's going to fuck me, the bastard, she thought to herself, as her whole mound literally quivered with the gush of sensation ripping through it. She looked down on the masses of people below. "Help me," she pleaded, as she braced herself in readiness for the imminent invasion of her chastity. Her cry drifted off in a breeze heading towards the train-station, fading like light at sundown as it went. With absolutely no regard for her merciful pleas, he drove his cock into her in the same manner a lion takes a deer – callous but needful. He smashed into her and without wasting time, set about ravaging her defenceless hole with beastly savagery; he wanted to finish it quickly. She dangerously jolted back and forth over the rail as he freely fucked her cunt. "Stop it," she cried, as the feel of her nipples brushing back and forth over the steel rail made her eyelids flutter, as did the sense of Alan's cock fucking at her vulnerable hole. She looked downwards again, losing herself in the thought of everyone suddenly looking up to see her being mercilessly fucked. Alan's eyes were glued to the hard, fleshy shaft he could see going in and out of her. "He's fucking me, somebody help," she screamed, as her back started to arch upwards. The friction at her lips' edges as he repeatedly pushed in and pulled out made her mound swell and swell, and she could feel his hot breath on her back as he panted louder and harder with ever-increasing pleasure. She was almost upright now as he fucked at her, and was languishing in the thought of all those eyes below studying her closely as she bravely took the best he had to offer. (He'd gradually slid his way under and between her, pulling her back as he did so, and she'd started to ride him now in response.) He grabbed at her bouncing breasts as she repeatedly squashed up and down on his length but sounding a little silly now as she cried for help – she was fucking him. Her mouth squashed together and her face began to contort uncontrollably as he pinched at her bouncing nipples. Seconds later his hands slid back to her hips as he slid his feet down onto the boot of the car and sat on the roof to get a firmer stance. She let go of the rails and flung herself backwards, placing her hands on his thighs and using them as a sort of launch-pad from which she could repeatedly thrust upwards from, letting gravity perform the reverse motion. She began to rise and drop so quickly now that she almost seemed a blur. Alan let go of her hips and splayed his hands out behind him as if he were some masterly lord being energetically pleasured by one of his loyal subjects. He watched closely as she danced on his pole as if it were electrified; it flashed in and out and in and out before his eyes, deep between her shapely buttocks. She was moving so quick now he wished he could see her tits vibrating. As she began almost jumping clear of his penetrative tool with hair flying everywhere, he felt his rod start to uncontrollably engorge with a rapidly growing ecstasy. She lifted her hands to her breasts and squeezed and kneaded them herself as she flung her body around as if having convulsions – it was lucky his cock was big and hard enough to restrict her movement (it acted as an anchor) or she may well have slipped off. "Ahhhhhh...eeeaahhhhhh," she screamed, as she flopped forward and grabbed a hold of the rail, her backside still determinedly jumping as if she were in a saddle despite the creeping paralysis that was beginning to overwhelm her ability to move. Her rapturous scream deterred a passing sea-gull from taking a rest on the roof-top and he flew on by looking a little 'put out'. "Fuck, J-e-n-n-i-f-e-r," Alan growled. She suddenly leapt to her feet, her pussy pulling clear of his throbbing shaft. Almost as if he were a part of her, he leapt up with his cock behaving like a heat-seeking missile with her hot mound as the target. His eyes appeared saucer-like as she squatted down, concealing the rampant missile's target – he needed closure on the sensation he'd acquired in his cock and he needed it NOW! She gripped the heat-seeker by its shaft and madly wanked at it, boldly defying the growing desire to just pass out and bask in her sexual contentment. He watched her breasts bounce with the movement. Her hand was moving so quickly now it was surprising not to see any smoke arising from his foreskin. "I'm going to fucking milk you for everything you've got," she said, snarlingly, and wanking at his cock as if she worshipped it. His stare began to shift from her bouncing breasts to dead ahead, out towards the Severn estuary, and his face appeared as if he'd just been shot by a sniper in the neighbouring building. "Come on baby," she demanded, tugging and squeezing at his swollen cock. His head flung backwards as if looking at the heavens above, only you knew he'd have his eyes closed now. Like a tetanus victim in the final stages, his whole body stiffened whilst Jennifer looked longingly at the bright-red tip of his cock. Whoooosh, a stream of seaman raced over Jennifer's head and set about gliding its way down to the streets below, twisting up on itself as it went. Inspired by his first manifestation of sexual joy, Jennifer licked her lips and tugged harder and faster still. Whoosh, she set free another blissful streamer to embark on a downward journey. She felt her mound suddenly regain feeling as she watched him stagger about the boot of the car with pleasure sprinting out of the escape tunnel into the big, wide world. She dove onto her knees and at the same time swallowed him up, determined to catch the next bit of pleasure for herself to enjoy. He jerked into her mouth, and his pleasure quickly became hers as she gulped it down. She sucked and tugged at him, hungry for more. He looked down at her and tried his best to over-ride the spasms and fuck at her mouth with some rhythm. She rammed two fingers into her eager mound and fucked at it in time with the tugging of his cock. He shot yet another load of liquid ecstasy deep into her mouth and she came again. He gave way and fell backwards, lying out on the roof. Jennifer fell forward with him as a double dose of blissful paralysis quickly set in; she hadn't even been able to pull her fingers from herself. He led there, spread-eagled on the roof of the car, basking not only in the sun but in the feeling of true sexual satisfaction also. Jennifer was leant against the rear windscreen with her head at his crotch and her mouth still full of his softening, but still pulsing cock, determined to not let another drop of his love potion spill free Jennifer's Obsession: The Good Doc . "Nice?" Jennifer mumbled - she was spitting out his cock now she'd sucked him dry. He summoned the strength to lift his hand to her head, stroking her brunette hair. "The best," he whispered, before his hand dropped lazily onto his belly. She pulled her fingers from their rather wet hiding place and slipped herself from the car heading towards her dress. Alan, remembering where they were, quickly did the same, zipping himself up as he did so. "It's like we've never been apart, hey Jen?" Alan said, using his fingers to correct his thinning hair which an immediate breeze quickly spoiled. "It was great," Jennifer said, wriggling into her dress and then brushing away any bits of grit that may have attached itself during its stay on the car-park floor. He cupped her right buttock in his hand as she walked by and together they headed towards the stairwell, like a couple. As they passed a racing-green Landrover that was parked several cars up from where they'd been but on the opposite side, they both caught a glimpse of a young man, probably early twenties, trying very hard to look inconspicuous but achieving the exact opposite. With raised eyebrows Alan and Jennifer looked at each other, and burst out laughing as they ran off like naughty school-kids. Jennifer couldn't resist a quick search of the ground as they exited the car-park and rejoined the city streets, looking for some evidence of Alan's earlier 'streamers'; she didn't find any, though. As they ambled back from whence they came they chatted and laughed some more about the 'old days', and Jennifer declined the offer of dinner due to an appointment later that day, even though she'd given herself a free day. Jennifer stopped at the entrance to the building in which he worked. "Well that was money well-spent," Jennifer said, laughing, as she held Alan in a friendly embrace about to kiss him goodbye. Alan laughed, half-embarrassed. "If anyone should be paying anyone it should be me paying you; I haven't had a time like that since... since the last time we met," he said affectionately, placing his hands on her shoulders. "But we never did talk about why you came in the first place," he continued, feeling as if he'd been a little selfish now. As the purpose of her visit washed over her like boiling water, she winced. "Next time, hey?" she said, the sparkle dimming slightly from her blue eyes. Alan looked into her eyes, piercingly. "There's something I've got to tell you, Jen, and it's serious... very serious," he said, staring so hard at her now she suddenly started to feel a little uneasy. The people, the shops, the traffic; it all seemed to melt away and left them feeling as if they were the only two things left on the planet. Christ, what on earth is he going to say to me, she thought, but drawing a blank. I've never seen him looking like this... never. Alan gulped and then took a deep breath of air whilst Jennifer felt as if she'd got a huge, wriggling snake in her tummy in place of her intestines. She felt his grip tighten at her shoulders as he pulled her face to within inches of his. "Now listen carefully..." he said, as if what he was about to say could well be his last words. Jennifer tried to shuffle backwards a little but he was holding her unnervingly tight. "Jen... XXX Next week – Secrets