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Medic

By: jjcole



I heard the shots coming from the principal's office. I hurried down the hallway and ordered all the teachers and students to get into a classroom and lock the door. Before I got to mine I saw that the special education teacher was having trouble getting her students into her room. I had to chase one down and drag him back.

The shooter saw me before I got to my classroom door and fired at me. I didn't have time to close the door before he got there so I grabbed my fire extinguisher and sprayed him in the face with the foam and as he staggered back I clobbered him over the head with it. 

I saw him go down and I ordered my students to bring me my duct tape so I could tape his hands and feet. 

Then everything got fuzzy. I saw one of my boy's kick his guns away as another secured him with the tape. Then I saw two girls looking at me with horror. No, they were not looking at me; they were looking at my shirt.

It was covered with blood, my blood.

"Well damn, he shot me," I thought. "That explains why I'm sliding to the floor with my back against the wall.

Well, I did my job so it's OK to die."

I have no idea how much time had passed but I was suddenly awake with a pretty Latina lady hovering over me. Her focus and intensity made me smile even though I felt like she had just yelled at me and slapped me around.

"I take it I'm not dead yet."

"No and if I have anything to say about it you wont be anytime soon."

I suddenly felt a needle go into my arm.

"Hey, I have a current shot record."

"You needed a booster. We are going to put you in a gurney. It might hurt but try not to move."

"Can I cuss?"

"No, all your students are around us."

I tried to focus to see them but all I got was a blurry image. I did see medics working on someone on the floor just before I was lifted. I managed to grit my teeth through the pain then I was being hurried to the ambulance. There were a lot of ambulances and police out there on that gloomy day. All those lights looked like Christmas had come ten days early. I smiled.

Things became fuzzy and I apparently lost consciousness at times. I somehow got the impression that she put an oxygen mask on me to shut me up. The next thing I knew for sure was being rushed through a hospital corridor. The pretty woman was running right alongside me holding an IV bag. I started to say something to her but could not; I still had the oxygen mask on.

I was being examined when I heard the woman tell somebody I was a hero. I started to laugh but apparently passed out again.

A nurse came in and I said "Good morning."

She was startled then ran out of the room.

"I still got it," I thought with a small laugh.

I was not a good-looking guy, I was the kind of guy everyone wanted in the picture because I made everyone feel better about their own looks. 

I was already plain looking when an improvised exploding device did its thing as I peered around a vehicle to see how far it was from me. I was tending to an injured marine and had just learned that a second explosive had not detonated. 

I never saw it until it went off and I was sprayed with sand and debris and many small bits lodged in my face. I was wearing prescription goggles since contacts don't work well in a desert for long. Everyone around me though that was silly but the goggles saved my eyes. As it turned out I had been far away enough. Where I was my wounds were thought of as minor and I was back on duty as a medic in a week. 

I was already considering leaving the marines when my commitment was up but that did not happen soon enough to avoid another roadside bomb. I was in the vehicle behind the one that had triggered the bomb but still ended up with a piece of metal stuck to the top of my shoulder. I pulled it out and rushed to help the guys in the first vehicle. 

All were alive when the helicopters picked them up. However the ones that would survive had extensive wounds they would have to cope with for the rest of their lives.

I did not like feeling helpless. 

I left the marines.

I returned to college and got my teaching degree. 

My appearance bothered some at first but my students got past it quickly and most had ceased to be aware of it after a semester.

Women did not hang around long enough to allow that to happen.

All my sex had come from monetary transactions and merciful women.

Two nurses and a doctor rushed in and again I said "Good morning."

The doctor said, "Good to see you awake and apparently feeling well. Lets check you out and make sure of that."

All hovered around me poking and counting and the nurses wrote everything down then left as lab technicians came in and sucked all the blood out of me. 

The doctor tested my reflexes and eyes and we talked for a while and I guessed he was waiting for someone but he was in fact checking my brain function. He had a nurse bring me a cup of ice which was when I noticed I was very thirsty.

When he checked my wound I saw that I had a good size scar on my chest and apparently one on my back. I assumed the bullet had gone through me, the bastard had big guns. I was surprised to learn I had been shot twice.

I was also surprised to note that the scars had mostly healed and I saw no stitches.

Soon one of the nurses returned and handed the doctor a paper that made both smile.

"You are one though dude," the doctor said. Everything says you are fine. Tell me, what day is today?"

"December fifteenth, Christmas break begins Friday."

"What is the last thing you remember?"

"The pretty medic running beside me carrying an IV bag. That would have been yesterday."

"That was Norma running next to you. That was also twenty-nine days ago, you missed Christmas break," the nurse called Rina said.

Doctor Pierce added, " One bullet nicked your aorta and the other perforated a lung. We had to induce a coma to help them heal. 

We have been waiting eight days for you to come out of it.

The good news is that your wounds are mostly healed and you have until after spring break before getting back to work. We are going to keep you for a few days as we check your progress and begin physical therapy. You should be able to go home before the end of January."

"Oh man I just thought of something. My fish are dead. I doubt they could have survived that long without food."

Rina said, "They are fine, you asked Norma to check on them and she has. You owe her money for your light bill though."

The doctor shook his head with a smile. Apparently there was a story behind my light bill.

He said, "You have a long list of people wanting to visit with you but I am going to hold them off for a few more days except for the cops, I will allow them to interview you tomorrow."

"Is my wallet here?"

"Yes, in your nightstand drawer."

"Let Norma come in so I can pay her back please."

"Rina called her, she is on the way now."

I smiled then drifted off to sleep. I awoke when somebody squeezed my hand.

It was Norma. She said, "Hi, everyone told me you were fine. Have you been caught up with the news?"

"No, but hold off telling me what happened at school for a couple of days. I am not ready for that."

"OK, but nobody died that day and no kids were shot. Everyone credits you for that."

"I heard shots from the office."

"Yes, two of the principals and one of the secretaries were shot but the principal and the school secretary are back at work, the assistant principal is at home but will be back at work next week. The asshole is in jail but you may have scrambled his brains, he remembers little of his shooting spree."

"His brains were already scrambled. Who is my sub?"

"Mr. C., the guy whose place you took when he retired."

"Good, good. I like him and the kids do too. How much was my electric bill?"

"Ninety one dollars."

"Hand me my wallet please, it's in the drawer."

"OK but you have no cash in it, the nurse looked."

"Yeah, I never carry any money but I do have a debit card. I am assuming there is an ATM near the cafeteria or gift shop. Withdraw a hundred for yourself. My pin is one, two, three, three."

"That is an odd set of numbers."

"The last four of my service serial number. You look gorgeous by the way. Thanks for saving my life."

"I did not save your life, the doctors and nurses here did."

"And you got me here alive, so you saved my life. Tell me what you would like as a reward that a schoolteacher could afford."

She seemed to be debating with herself then softly said, "A date."

I was stunned but not so much to hesitate in saying, "Deal. Being with me will make you look even more gorgeous but some may question your poor vision."

She laughed then stood and left the room with my card as the doctor's nurse came in. I saw their hands caress as they went past each other.

Rina said, "Norma checked on you every time she was at the hospital. She even set up a little Christmas tree for you right there. She has had a tough life recently so please treat her with courtesy, and please don't shave. We like your beard."

"I have a beard?"

"Yes. Oh, the doctors discovered some stuff under your skin and dug them out; you have fewer bumps on your face now. They decided not to shave you for risk of infection and your beard is now gorgeous."

"Wow, I have a beard."

"Do you think you can handle chicken soup? You have not eaten since that day."

"Yes, now that you mention it, I'm hungry."

"I will have it for you soon. All your vitals are fine and this afternoon we will have the physical therapist help you stand up. As soon as you can go to the bathroom by yourself we will bring you solid food."

"Sounds good to me."

"I am going to lift the head of your bed up a little. You may feel a bit dizzy but your heart will adjust and send more blood into your brain. Ready?"

I nodded and felt fine until she stopped then I wondered why the ceiling kept on moving for a few moments. By the time Norma returned I had regained my bearings. It was then that I noticed the resemblance between the two."

"Yes, we are sisters," Norma said. 

"Oh," I said.

Rina presented her cheek for her sister to kiss and after that was bestowed she left the room.

"Rina is an unusual name."

"It isn't her name and she blames me for it. Her name is Caterina but I could not say it when I was young so I called her Rina. Soon everyone was calling her Rina and she hated it until she had a favorite teacher that could not say her name right so she asked to be called Rina. You may have noted she is my hero."

"Yes, although I thought I was."

"There is a difference, you are a hero to the whole country, she is a hero only to me."

"OK. Wait. I am a hero to the whole country?"

"Yes, about a hundred reporters check on you every day, some from Europe and Asia."

"No, no, no. I'm not a hero. I just did what had to be done."

"You will never convince anybody of that," the doctor said as he came in the room with Rina behind him. He wrote on my chart as Rina added something to my IV and adjusted the flow of something.

Rina told him I handled the head lift well. 

He said his news conference would be at five but would try to keep all visitors away for a week.

"I don't want to talk to reporters."

"OK, not a problem. I will also announce that because of your condition you will not be allowed visitors except for family."

"Thank you, maybe no one will check and discover I have no family.

If you will excuse me I apparently need a nap."

"Please do. We will talk later," the doctor said as I dozed off.

I thought I felt someone kiss me before I sank into the dark.

The physical therapist was there when I awoke. He had me sit up at the edge of the bed for a while then put a harness on me and helped me stand. I got very dizzy but he kept me from falling.

He asked me how my head, my back and my legs felt and I answered dizzy, fine, wobbly. 

It felt like I had been standing at attention for hours but it had been just a minute before he had me sit again.

I was pleased by how quickly I recovered and after five minutes he had me stand again. I answered, fine, fine, wobbly to the questions then. I stood perhaps a minute and a half before I was allowed to sit.

I asked him if the local team had made it to the playoffs and he said they had won one playoff game but had again lost the next game. He then paused a moment then told me today was Wednesday. The league championship games were next Sunday.

We talked sports as I stood and sat at least five more times the last two of which I was fine across the board. He had me take four steps, the limit of my IV and catheter, and I was fine until I turned to get back in bed and got a bit dizzy.

He helped me back in bed and told me I did much better than expected and gave credit to my excellent physical condition before my wounding. I spent a lot of time in the gym and running, I did not have a social life.

He added, "After a coma of over a week most people take days just to do what you did today. You may be able to walk to the bathroom tomorrow or by this weekend for sure."

"Thanks. I hope you are right."

I apparently fell asleep as soon as I got in bed. When I woke up Rina was sitting in a chair next to me with a mug of amazing smelling chicken soup. It was its aroma that woke me up.

"My sister Carmen brought this for you. It is a secret recipe that she does not know herself but everyone feels better when they drink it."

After a sip I said, "Wow, best soup I have ever tasted, have you tried it?"

"No."

"Here, take a sip."

"Wow is right. Carmen will have to bring me some. Here drink all of it and I will lick the cup."

We laughed and I drank while she left the room then came back with a biscuit in her hand. I left a little of the soup in the mug and she scrubbed the insides with the biscuit and ate it.

"Where is this place?" I asked after reading the town name on the mug.

"About an hours drive from here on the coast."

"And Carmen drove here and back just for that?"

"Yes, but she brought enough for you to have another cup tomorrow and some more the day after that.

Norma likes you and all of us are happy she likes anyone.

She had an abusive boyfriend for years that nearly beat her to death once. She ended up at the women's shelter in that town but was slow to recover from the beating until a friend that volunteers at the shelter gave her the soup.

My sisters and me took care of her but the psychological damage has been very hard to overcome. For a while she was terrified of all men.

We think the soup and the distraction of studying for her medic license got her back to normal. Having to treat injured men got her past that phobia. Knowing she can now fight off most men has helped; she now has a black belt in judo.

Knowing her boyfriend is back in jail helped too although he has no idea where she is. He apparently thinks she is still somewhere in Brooklyn. His world does not extend beyond that."

"She has gone well past her duties for me. Do you know why?"

"Yes, even though you just knew you were going to die you flirted with her. You even made her laugh as she tended to you. You asked for a kiss and she kissed you. 

Then you said, 'Well then I better not die.' 

You apparently looked at her as if you adored her."

"I may have even though she slapped me around to keep me conscious. I remember the focus, the fierceness she had as she worked on me. I knew she would not allow me to die.

I'm sorry she had to kiss an ugly man."

Rina kissed my lips and said, "There are five sisters that think you are a most beautiful man."

She left me a bit confused by the last statement. I know that beautiful is last thing I am.

I slept through the night comfortably. In the morning I raised the head of my bed myself and called for the nurse.

"Good morning. I was wondering if I could have some oatmeal for breakfast and a cup of coffee with cream and sugar."

"I will need to check with your doctor first. I will let you know."

Ten minutes later I had my oatmeal and coffee and ten minutes after that the doctor came in.

"Feel good I see. No dizziness?'

"No, I am ready to go home."

"You need to be able to walk to the bathroom and have a bowel movement first. The oatmeal will tell us that.

Going home may be a bit problematic, there are news crews starting to stake out your apartment. After my press conference every TV station led their news programs with the story that you are awake and feeling fine, even the national feeds. Everyone was very happy to hear that. 

Our cities most popular news lady cried and could not continue with the news. Her news desk partner took over then revealed she had two kids in your school, one a special needs student, the kid you led back into his classroom. 

Your friends and admirers have doubled in this town.

You may need to hide in a hotel for a while."

"Not really," Rina said as she came in. "He would need to have someone available and I know just the place with a medic on site."

"You don't work today."

"True, I am here visiting a friend," she said and kissed me.

The detectives came in; one was a very pretty woman from the FBI. I was asked if I would be able to identify the guy that shot me and I said yes. They showed me five pictures and I pointed the guy out to them.

I found it to be odd; he was a handsome guy, the kind that usually just sails through life.

They asked if I had seen him before the shooting and I said no.

They asked if I had seen him shoot anyone and I said yes, me.

Both praised my actions that day and told me that if there was a trial I would probably not need to testify, the cameras in my school building had caught everything.

I may have fallen asleep before they left.

Rina brought me chicken soup before I had another round of physical therapy that afternoon. 

The therapist seemed to be astonished by what I could do.

I slept well that night and felt someone kiss me on the lips late that evening. I decided my sleepy brain was giving me what I wanted.

I again greeted the duty nurse and asked for coffee and oatmeal.

My oatmeal had slices of banana, strawberries and blueberries in it. It was delicious.

The doctor came to see me and Rina did too. She was not working that day either,

He said to her, "Call the physical therapist and have him come up at his first convenience please."

Rina kissed both our lips and walked outside the room. 

It was not my first kiss from her but I was a bit taken aback by the kiss she gave the doctor.

Doctor Pierce gave me a thorough exam and had the duty nurse remove my catheter and my IV. I turned sideways on my bed, took a deep breath and stood. The doctor shadowed me as I shuffled to the bathroom, took a leak, and then went back to my bed.

Rina had just walked back into the room and the doctor told her to call back the therapist and tell him not to bother, "He has just walked to the bathroom and back."

He walked out my door then returned to say, "Walk around the nurses station when you feel up to it. Do it as often as you can without pushing it. I will be back after five to see how you are doing."

The duty nurse came in bringing a glass of juice I soon learned was cranberry.

"Drink up, the doctor ordered."

I did and every three hours of the day I had another glass of cranberry juice and shortly after each I had to go piss. By my third piss there was no longer any cloudiness in my urine.

Once I had to sit thanks to the oatmeal. I called the duty nurse and showed her before I flushed.

Under Norma's supervision I made three circuits around the nurse station that afternoon. 

Rina brought me a third mug of chicken soup after I had finished my laps as Norma told me how miraculous the stuff was. That dose was smaller than the first two and apparently it was the right dosage because I did not want any more when I finished it. 


Medic!



First time writing. If you guys like this, I while write more stories around Caitlyn's horny adventures, taking place during StarCraft 2. Please note I don't own StarCraft, Blizzard does.

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Field medic Caitlyn Lowell wiped the sweat off her brow, sighed, and looked down at the dead marine. Another one she had failed to save. She closed his eyes and looked around the bunker. The three remaining marines were shooting out of the firing slits, occasionally stopping to reload or take cover as hydralisk needles splintered against the neosteel-plated building. They had been holding off the Zerg for a while now, and evac couldn't be far off. But the radio chatter informed her the a new wave was approaching, and she could see the marines didn't have too many clips left.

Suddenly, the sergeant yelled a warning. 'Banelings! Fall back!' She ran out the entry door at the rear of the bunker, sprinting for the second defensive line as a tide of banelings crashed into their bunker, obliterating the structure in which she had been sitting not ten seconds earlier. She glanced over her shoulder and saw two of the marines fall, the acid spraying everywhere and splashing onto her shoulder-pads. Instead of the acrid stench she was expecting, Caitlyn suddenly wanted nothing more than ripping off her groin plate and masturbating in the middle of the battlefield. She felt her slit getting wetter, and her nipples hardened. The medic stumbled behind a missile turret and administered some drugs, the heat in her pussy lessening slightly.

She looked around and saw the sergeant, the only other survivor of the squad, take cover beside her. He reloaded his rifle. 'The others are dead. Evac's on it's way, but there's another wave of zerg inbound.' He stood up and started firing, but suddenly he yelled in pain and slumped down beside her. She looked at him and immediately saw the large Hydralisk needle imbedded in his codpiece. 

She looked him in the eye, his face contorted with pain. 'I'm gonna get the spike out. Bite on your teeth, sir!' The sergeant nodded and grimaced as she disengaged his groinplate. She immediately saw that the bone needle had pierced his ballsack. It appeared to have contained a similar poison to the baneling's acid, as she could she his erect dick through his undersuit. Caitlyn ripped it off, his cock immediately jumping up. Seeing his 9-foot dick made her own cunt flare up again, her pussy juices seeping through her skintight undersuit.

'I'm gonna have to suck out the poison, sarge. Otherwise you'll get infested.' She said. He grinned as she put her hand on his cock and started stroking it, his foreskin moving over his dickhead. At the same time, she used her other hand to disengage her own groinplate. She stuck a finger inside her dripping pussy, furiously masturbating as she applied the 'treatment'. The gunfire and the squeals of dying zerg only made her hornier, and she stuck a second, and then a third finger inside her cunt while she massaged her clit with her thumb. She licked his dickhead as she started pumping his cock faster.

She came quickly, her juices squirting over her hand. Feeling her squirm, the sergeant put his hands on the back of her helmet and pushed her down onto his cock. Moaning into his cock she moved her hand to his ballsack and started kneading, making him pump her head on his cock even faster as she felt his dickhead in the back of her throat.

As she sprayed her juices everywhere a second time, she felt his ballsack clench. Quickly pulling her mouth off his cock, she started jerking it, massaging his ballsack at the same time to make him cum. His jizz shot out in thick ropes, and Cate was pleased to see that although the first few volleys were a sickly yellow, most of them were a creamy white. She let the infested cum fall in the dust, and quickly put her mouth on his cock and sucked his dick, swallowing most of the healthy jizz. He shot his load down her throat, and she drank it hungrily. Seeing the evac shuttles coming down as the Hyperion launched missile barrages at the swarm, She reactivated her groinplate as the sergeant did the same. Grinning, he turned to her. 'Thanks for saving me, private.' 

'No problem sir.' She answered, his sperm running out of the corners of her mouth. 'Although I think it would be best if I gave you a more thorough checkup once we get back on board'. Caitlyn winked at him and smiled coyly. As the Hyperion flew overhead, they made for the shuttles. Caitlyn smiled. They might have only just escaped, but the sperm running down her chin told her it had been a good day.



Medic



Rina kissed me and said, "See you tomorrow."

As soon as Norma got me back in bed I was asleep.

Again I felt a kiss.

I awoke when my dinner was wheeled in. When I removed the cover I was very happy to see it was a taco salad from Taco Chimes, my favorite. I had demolished half of it before I had to force myself to stop; I was already more than full, my stomach had shrunk. I was not too surprised since I had shrunk. I had lost more than twenty pounds.

I allowed the orderly to take it away even though I had first decided to eat the rest later. 

Then I wondered how anyone would know that particular taco salad was my favorite. I had always eaten it as take out at home.

"Norma," I thought. She had been in my home and probably saw the debris in the trash.

After dinner the doctor came in and said, "I have signed your release papers effective tomorrow. No one will read them until the morning and it will be a Saturday so most reporters will not be aware you were released until you are gone. They will be searching in Chicago first since that was where you lived before your stint in the marines.

You have three women coming to get you at nine tonight and take you to an undisclosed location until you have recovered. They will pick you up at the emergency room exit. I have left prescription scripts for you with the women if you need them but I doubt you will.

Rina is my wife by the way and she will know if you need me. 

Her sisters will smother you with care, enjoy it. 

It has been an honor for me to be your doctor. Good luck."

He hugged me and walked out. 

His words had made me blush; I apparently was a hero to him too.

I also now understood why Rina kissed him, she was Mrs. Pierce

At eight forty-five Norma came to my room with a wheelchair. We left the floor amid an altercation between the station nurses and a young woman that looked suspiciously like Norma.

I was in an SUV before anyone noticed us and as soon as the girl arguing with the nurses got in we drove south for a while. I tried to stay awake but dozed off until the car began to slow for a freeway exit. I was in Norma's arms. We drove west through woods for five or ten minutes then took a left into the town. It was after ten thirty when we stopped in the carport of a nice patio home. 

I was going to ask who lived there when I noticed I did. All my stuff was there. My aquarium had been replaced with a larger one but my fish were in it. My furniture was new but it was nearly identical to what I had. Except my apartment had been furnished by Ikea; my new townhome had apparently been furnished by an upscale store.

My standard bed had become a king bed but my linens were nearly identical to the ones I had, only softer.

My stuff in the bathroom was the same only everything was new. Two things were different, I had no razor and I had an electric beard trimmer.

I was speechless.

Norma said, "This place and everything in it is yours courtesy of five local admirers. You have a study in this house and it has over a thousand pieces of mail for you to answer. Take your time on that. 

The one that drove us here is my sister Carmen, she is a musician. This is our baby sister Ollie for Olga. She runs the town's only limo service. Tomorrow I will take you to meet our big sister at her restaurant and have lunch. 

Everyone we introduce to you in this town will know exactly who you are but will keep it a secret. Everyone you meet will hope you will stay."

"We have to go," Carmen said and kissed my lips then Ollie kissed my lips then both kissed Norma's lips and left. Norma stayed.

"I am your companion nurse until you can handle life on your own. Would you like a snack before bed?"

"Yes, that would be nice."

She smiled and wheeled me to the kitchen table then took out a box from the refrigerator and put it in the microwave; which I noticed was bigger than the one I had. So were the refrigerator, and the stove, and the dishwasher. I had a food processor and an electric grill that I did not have before.

We shared a delicious shrimp linguini from my old plates and shared one beer.

I was very tired and she wheeled me to bed and pulled my gown off and handed me gym shorts. I saw her glance at my cock but I didn't think anything about it since I was sure she had seen me naked before and my dick was still in a coma anyway.

She began to apply a cream to my scars.

"This stuff is to reduce stretch marks and scars after childbirth. Your scars from the bullet wounds are a lot better than they were three weeks ago but the one in your shoulder is likely too old to be helped but I have been applying the stuff to it too.  

I'm sure Dr. Pierce told you that the bullets just barely missed any vital organs although tissue damage was extensive. Besides nicking your aorta the bullets also nicked a lung and a rib

He apparently had to do a lot of repairs. Ask Rina if you are curious, she was in the operating room with him, she is his surgical nurse.

When done with the cream Norma tucked me in. Her good night kiss may have been the best kiss I had ever had. 

It felt very familiar.

I slept like a baby.

The following morning I peed, brushed my teeth then put on a 

t-shirt. It was all starting to feel familiar until I got to the kitchen and saw a gorgeous woman fixing breakfast for me. 

Norma had scrambled an egg and mixed it with rice, black beans and sausage in a tortilla bowl for me. It was delicious.

I had walked to the kitchen but after breakfast she put me in the wheelchair and wheeled me to my patio. She said, "You will need to fill this space up. I will take you to a couple patios for you to look at and give you ideas. The local nursery has given you a nice gift certificate."

She rolled me back inside and showed me my second bedroom where she was staying. It had a standard bed and a bathroom with a small shower. Everything in there was new.

I looked into my study and noticed a brand new iMac, modem, and printer. I saw a memory stick next to the keyboard. Someone had copied what my old Mac had and it was ready to upload to the new one, which like everything else was bigger than the one I had.

I was glad that I had always deleted the porn sites after I was done.

There was a new cell phone on a charger next to the Mac.

"Dr. Pierce and Rina and I are the only ones with your new phone number. We are the only ones in your phone book."

"Where is my old phone?"

"In your apartment. All your stuff will be moved to storage on February first."

The only three things I had on the wall in my apartment were there, my high school and college diplomas and my certificate as a marine medic. Someone had placed my Marine Corps ribbons and my purple heart in a shadow box and that had been added to my walls. My commendation certificates had been framed and hung up too. 

I still didn't feel like a hero.

A photo of me and my class taken at the Museum of Natural Science after we attended a guest lecture in paleontology had also been framed and added to the wall. The lady scientist was standing with us.

"The lady in the picture has a lot of friends in town and has daughter that lives here," Norma said. 

Small world I thought. I also thought the boxes full of letters were going to take a while.

Norma said, "You will need to compose several thank you notes for us to run off and send to these people. We assumed you would want to read them first."

I nodded yes then said, "I need new clothes, all I have is too big now."

"We don't have much selection on that in this town. There is a Cube-Mart ten miles away that I can go to. I will need to check your size before I go but I did bring a measuring tape suspecting I would need one. I'll go get it."

She measured me and I worried I would get an erection when she measured my inseam but my dick only twitched although that was better than I thought it could do.

She took my debit card out of my wallet and told me to go back to bed and left. 

I had lots of new clothes when I woke up.

Norma sent me to the shower and walked into my bathroom just after I put boxers on. She sat me on the commode cover and trimmed my hair; which was now the longest it had ever been in my life. When she was done it was the second longest my hair had ever been. She brushed it straight back then traded places with me and trimmed by beard. 

I still did not recognize myself with the beard and long hair. The large bump on my forehead was gone and I was happy not to see it. The beard now concealed most of the other damage. I was now just another ugly but neatly bearded man. I was happy to meet him.

I had slacks, a polo shirt and my moccasins and matching socks laid out for me. I got dressed as Norma went to her shower and I waited for her in my living room. 

When she rejoined me she wore nice khaki shorts and a colorful blouse with sandals. I remembered it was still January but weather that day on the Texas coast was a perfect brilliant sunlight with a temperature of seventy-seven. It already felt like spring.

We went downtown and she dropped me off at the entrance to a Puerto Rican restaurant. Carmen had been waiting for me and helped me walk in.

Her older sister came out from behind the counter and embraced me as she kissed my lips.

"Hi, I'm the big sister, Pepita. Welcome."

"Thank you. I feel welcome."

"Your empanadillas and arroz con habichuelas are coming out soon."

I knew arroz was rice but had no idea what the last thing was until I got the plate, they were red beans. I was advised to mix the two together.

We went to the back patio that had apparently been reserved for us. Ollie and Pepita's husband were there. Ollie kissed my lips and the husband kissed my cheek then hurried to the kitchen. I thought I saw a tear fall.

Carmen introduced me to her partner that was also outside. Her name was Bree. She looked like someone I should know but could not pin that down. Bree seemed to be very happy to meet me and kissed me on the lips.

Rina and Dr. Pierce came in to the adoration of all. Both were kissed on the lips. Rina kissed me on the lips.

Dr. Pierce hugged me.

Two tall redheaded older women came in also to the adoration of all. Norma introduced me as JB. My first and middle names are James Bradley but no one had ever called me JB, most called me James.

I saw both women nod at Norma with smiles then kissed me on the lips. 

Two dark haired somewhat younger women walked in to the adoration of all. They were Martina and Paloma and I was introduced to them as JB by the redhead called Wendy.

Martina kissed me and said, "Welcome to our town."

Paloma said, "Let me see what you look like," and began running her fingers over my face. Norma nodded at me, apparently Paloma was blind but I had not seen any sign of that.

Eventually she said, "El es el mas feo en el Mundo," then gave me the most lascivious kiss I had ever received in my life. It awoke all the parts of my body that were still slumbering.

Everyone laughed then kissed Paloma.

Norma explained, "She said you are the ugliest guy in the world."

Apparently I was the only one there that did not know Spanish. I decided I needed to fix that.

Three tall and a short blonde came in to the adoration of all. One tall blonde that also looked familiar to me was introduced as Ruthie. I could not place where I had seen her before either. She introduced me to her husband Sean and he gave me a strong handshake and part hug. He really was happy to meet me.

Two looked like sisters but were introduced as partners. They were Jana and Inga. 

The short blonde owned the bakery at the end of the block, her name was Sally. A short brunette soon joined her, her name was Petra.

All of them kissed me and everyone else on the lips.

Soon everyone was talking to everyone and would jump into the middle of all the conservations as we ripped into at least a hundred empanadillas. Many had fried plantains, tostones from green fruit and dulces from ripe fruit I learned. I liked both. Many had some mofongo that was smushed plantain. I was still undecided about that when we left.

Everyone encouraged me to taste whatever they had.

I pigged out on the empanadillas.

Several more people joined us including a guy in a Coast Guard uniform who was Paloma's husband, and Martina's husband, a CPA, both were convinced they were meeting their hero. I felt a bit uncomfortable with that.

A deaf girl named Jeanie came in and I was happy I had learned sign language, so was she and everyone else. 

All there hugged and kissed Norma often for some reason.

Suddenly there were a lot of short redheads there and the already loud place became raucous. Two of the short redheads sat on the laps of the two tall redheads, the others sat on the laps of the blondes. One called Clara was introduced as the provider of the chicken soup. I kissed her cheek after I learned that. 

She said, "You missed," and kissed my lips.

Her partner had a British accent.

Slowly people began to leave after kissing everyone goodbye including me. After fifteen minutes Norma and I were the only ones left other than Pepita and some tourists.

Norma asked me if I needed a nap and I was disappointed to say yes. She went to get the car and Pepita kissed me goodbye.

Norma gave me a short tour of the town and I asked, "Where is my car?"

She said, "It is still on the school parking lot. They thought it would be safer there than in the apartment parking lot. Ollie will be driving it down today. She went to the city with Rina. She will take it to our Toyota dealer where they will check it out. You are not permitted to drive for six weeks but you will note this is an easy town to drive in.

Most of the people you met today work somewhere downtown or on this boulevard. Mo, the taller redhead is the superintendent of schools. You have a job here when you want it.

All of those people know exactly who you are. All would have treated you exactly the same even if they had not, well except for Sean and the other husbands. You really are a hero to them.

Carmen's partner Bree and Sean's wife Ruthie are big stars but you may have noticed no one cut them any slack; they are simply part of the gang.

Did Paloma give you an erection when she kissed you? She does that to most men and a few women."

"Yes she did.

Where do you want to go for our date?"

"Bolero. It is near the end of the boulevard. We have to wait until you can dance though."

"That may be a while. Pick some place I can take you to tomorrow."

"OK, I will give it some thought. Do you need the wheelchair?"

"No, I can make it to my bed. I will need a kiss before I can get to sleep."

She giggled, tucked me in bed and gave me the best kiss anyone had given me in my life.

When I awoke I found a very pretty and mildly pregnant brunette in the living room.

"Hi JB, I'm Andrea. I live towards the end of the block. Norma and my daughter are outside waving at my husband so he will know where we are. He may bring my neighbors over too.

You will be happy to know that in this neighborhood no one is normal and everyone is as fine a person as you would ever meet, as long as you don't mind lesbians."

"The ones I met at lunch were fine and everyone loves them so I certainly don't mind."

A very adorable little girl marched in and said, "Hi, I'm Susan."

"Hi Susan, I'm JB. Happy to meet you. Now, what did you do with Norma?"

"I'm right here you bully" Norma said. 

I worried about that for a second until I noticed she had said it with a big grin.

I was happy to see she made no connection between me and her ex. 

Susan was immediately on my lap with her fingers in my beard.

A man followed Norma in and Susan said, "Daddy, why don't you grow a beard?"

"Because it makes me look like a kung fu movie bad guy. Glad to meet you JB."

Another couple came in and we soon had a crowd. Norma called a number and we had a fabulous mostly Mexican food buffet brought to our house by our neighbor Janie and her daughter. Her husband and the other men there all seemed to be very pleased to meet me.

Janie brought the best hot dogs I had ever eaten.

We had a fine time until the children fell asleep so everyone went home.

"Everyone likes your sense of humor. They would like you even if you were not a hero."

"No one mentioned the incident today."

"Everyone knows you would be embarrassed to talk about it and no one you have met wishes to embarrass anyone."

"I like it here. Do you really think that I could get a teaching job in this town?"

"Yes, easily. Go take a shower."

"Yes Ma'am."

I took a long hot shower and went to the kitchen for a beer.

She was there studying.

"Do you have a licensing test coming up?"

"No. I quit my job right after you were wounded and have gone back to school to be a nurse. There is a college ten miles away that offers associate degrees and I only need one more semester to graduate."

"How are you financing it? Do you need money?"

"No, thanks. My sisters are financing it and your insurance company is paying me to stay here."

My face may have shown my disappointment at hearing that, I had thought she was with me because she wanted to be.

She smiled and said, "The company offered me the job but I had already planned to stay with you until you no longer needed help. The only difference is I will get paid to stay with you until the end of March. If you need help longer I will stay longer."

I said thanks.

I did a quick mental inventory about her. I knew I was madly in love with her but understood she did not love me. She obviously did like me but most of that was from thinking of me as a hero.

I decided to treat her as a barracks roommate. 

One that gave me erections as she applied the cream on my scars. 

Norma smiled when she saw them.

Paloma apparently did have magical powers.

I offered to help her study and she accepted. Each evening we would go over her lessons and I would explain what she did not understand.

I did get kisses often; most were thank you kisses although some of the kisses were for no reason at all.

I got an erection every time she kissed me. She pretended not to notice.

I worked my way through the mail and sent back every check with my thanks but could not send back cashiers checks or cash since most did not give me a clue as to the identity of the sender. 

One letter was from the news lady. She thanked me for saving her son. She told me that her son had already figured out I had saved his life, a thought process that he had difficulty with. She thought he had turned a corner in his development because of me. 

Her letter went on about how I would always be a hero to her family and understood they could never reward me enough. There was a check for $9,999.99 in the envelope, the highest amount that would not immediately trigger an IRS inquiry.

"Why are you crying?" Norma asked.

"The letter from the news lady. Tell me about the women's shelter."

"Well, it is a project of the MacDuff family, nearly all the redheaded women in town are MacDuff's. The police refer any woman they fear for her life to it if there is no place else for them to go and be safe. 

Its location is secret except to law enforcement. I was shocked to learn that I was in this town but security is so tight it took that long before I knew where I was. Soon my sisters learned I was here and they put me in an apartment next to Ollie and tended to me day and night until I was well. None of them have ever said I told you so although they were right about the bastard.

I owe my life to the shelter and so do many other women most of which have stayed in town. I now volunteer there myself."

"I am going to sign this check over to them. Next time you go there take them the check and ask them to send the news lady a letter of thanks telling her the donation was the money she sent to me."




Medic



The look of admiration on her face was soon enhanced by happy tears and she sat on my lap and kissed me for a long time until the buzzer in the clothes dryer went off.

The kiss was a hero worship kiss so I did not get my hopes up even though I loved it.

In my work through the mail I found several envelopes with foreign currency. One had a thousand euros in it.

I ended up with a tidy sum, more than my yearly salary from teaching and used that money to start an account with a local bank.

The bank rejected it and sent me to Martina's husband's office where Petra took it and formatted it into something that would not disappear in taxes then deposited it in the bank for me.

While I was in her office many people came over to shake my hand and many more women kissed me. Paloma sat on my lap and kissed me until someone got her off so they could kiss me. Luckily that next person did not sit on my lap, my erection would have ripped through all our clothing.

The Toyota dealer had simply replaced my Corolla with a brand new Avalon. They had even covered the tax and license on it. 

A good friend of the red headed sisters named Donna was an insurance agent and had given me a better policy at the same price that I had before. She also had my home insurance.

Petra put those bills on automatic withdrawal from my new bank.

I worried about the bill from the accounting agency but learned that teachers got the service free once they used them.

During spring break I drove up to the city and went to pay off the remaining portion of my apartment lease I learned that an anonymous someone had paid it for me. I took the receipt and gave it to Petra when I returned.

I took Rina and Dr. Pierce to lunch and both kept telling me how good I looked. I apologized for leading them astray with the concept of good looks.

I went to my storage unit and picked up my iMac computer, the aquarium and its accruements, and my old cell phone. On my way back home I charged it up then called my school district and told them I would not be returning after spring break or the following school year. 

They were very happy to hear from me and very disappointed I would not be returning. 

The following week the principal called me and said my resignation would not be approved; I would remain on the payroll until September on medical leave.

I thanked him profusely and asked him where he had been shot.

"Darlene and I were both shot in the ass as we dove over my desk. The bullet hit nothing but fat. Ms. Leher was shot in the chest and the bullet went through a lung but she came back right after you vanished. I assume you are keeping you location in Chicago secret to avoid hero worship."

"I would be embarrassed to death by that."

He thanked me for keeping the day from being a tragedy and that I would be missed.

I kept the phone service and its automatic pay until May. The only calls I answered were from Mr. C as he asked me questions about grades and students. Everyone else assumed my phone was no longer in service, of course there only seven people on my notebook.

I took Spanish lessons and took long walks. I was soon walking all the way to the Oceanside resort, which was a bit over two miles from my house. I was kissed a lot as I wandered through our streets.

Norma kept my hair and beard as she liked them.

I did go back to my school in the city suburbs at the end of May after the kids were dismissed for the year. I wanted to help Mr. C with the final grades and pick up some stuff. 

My classroom computer had three years worth of Power Point Presentations on every lesson I taught so I made copies onto a memory stick. I knew the Apple computers were being phased out and their memories would be erased that summer. I had the basic lessons on my home computer but all of the editing was done only on my computer at school. I was surprised by how little I had deleted or reworded and astonished by how much I had added to each.

In the school mailroom I picked up a large box with the mail that had been sent there for me. There was a lot of money in those envelopes.

No one recognized me until I spoke. The beard, the absence of bumps, and my slimness made me look taller, almost good.

Everyone had asked where I was going and I replied, "Home." 

Someone asked where that was and someone else answered, "Chicago."

I was done with the grades before the mob kissing and hugging me got too big and was gone before the reporters got there. 

I suggested to Mr. C that moving away would likely save him from being forced back to work. I named a couple of towns on the coast he might want to visit.

I applied for a teaching position in my new town and was hired as a science teacher at the new high school. I was told that even though the computer labs had PC's all the teachers had the freedom to choose theirs. Most had iMacs.

The mail from school included notes of thanks from some the marines I had treated for wounds. They thanked me for making them media stars for a while. Two told me that I had also helped their plight, artificial limbs had been donated and money for the V.A. had been collected.

Summer arrived and I felt normal. Most of the world had forgotten about me. The wheelchair had been in storage for months and I had resumed jogging instead of walking each day.

Norma had graduated with a nursing degree. She still lived with me even though she had received her last check from my insurance company two months before and I no longer needed her assistance. I did not say anything to her because I wanted her to stay but knew she would eventually leave. I also understood that when she did leave I would still not be anywhere near ready to lose her. 

We went out on dates often, most of those places were clubs in which we could dance that included a lesbian biker bar. Everyone I had met in town went there too, even the married couples.

I was a good dancer, most ugly guys are. To attract women we need skills.

Norma and I held hands in public.

It was mid-June and we were in my bed as I gave Norma a massage. We had given each other massages for months and now that she worked everyday she often came home sore. Most days I massaged her feet and ankles.

She always wore just a t-shirt at home, no panties. I got glances of her ass and pussy often. 

Some days she did not put her shirt on until she was in the kitchen and I saw her nude. 

She was a goddess.

That afternoon I was trying to concentrate on the massage, the small of her back was stiff and so was my dick. 

She had asked me to massage her back before and had exposed her ass to me but I was absolutely stunned when in the middle of that massage she asked, "Why haven't you made love to me?"

"I didn't know you wanted me to."

"Walking around the house in my underwear, topless, naked, moaning when you massaged my ass, sitting on your lap to kiss you, those were not enough hints for you?"

"Well no. I figured all it meant was that you were comfortable with me."

"You are ugly and stupid," she said and sat up, took her shirt and my gym shorts off, straddled me and slid me into her.

We moaned.

She said, "I was in love with you when you flirted with me as I tried to keep you alive. I worried that it was just hero worship for a while but you haven't done anything heroic lately and no one knows who you really are, except me. You are still the most beautiful man I have ever met. You are the finest person I have ever met. I love the fact you are in love with me. I hate the fact that you don't see I'm in love with you. Fuck you!"

She kissed me hard and began to cry. 

I kissed her. With all my love I kissed her. 

She understood that I understood and sobbed as she kissed me back. We made love for the rest of the evening and the rest of our lives. We married in Vegas on that Fourth of July. 

We were just another couple in our neighborhood before I learned that all around us everyone had assumed we had been lovers since I moved to the town. Norma had never contradicted their belief.

She was right; I was ugly and stupid.

But I was her ugly and stupid man and remained so even after we met some aliens and the town moved.



Medicaid Fraud



Much thanks for volunteer editor rockhard4uc who took a rough beginning and guided me into writing a presentable story.  



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"Dr. Hawken? Miss Greene is ready for you in exam room 2." My nurse popped her blond head in my office door. I could see a light flush on her face and she was breathing more quickly than usual. Apparently she expected Miss Green to become one of our special patients. 

"Roger that." I said without putting down my pen.

"Aren't you coming?" She asked.

"Geez, Kristy. Keep your panties on, I'll be right there." I chided her and tried to go back to my paperwork. Whatever bureaucrat invented the word "compliance" should spend eternity in Hell signing and dating forms--in triplicate. "On second thought," I said, throwing down my pen, "let's see you take 'em off."

"Oh, yeah?" She stepped inside my office and cocked her hips. "Trying to get an early start, huh?" Turning around, she bent over and thrust her butt out at me. In my job as a gynecologist I see a lot of fat chick's asses, and that makes the tight curves of Kristy's rear all the sweeter. When she lies on her tummy her butt cheeks bulge up from her legs in a perfect semi-circle, reminding me of a pregnant woman's belly. Maybe that's why I like looking at her so much.

She wore blue scrubs on top and a tight knee-length skirt in matching color—not a normal nurse uniform, but I wasn't complaining. As her hands slid under her skirt she swayed from side to side, flexing her butt cheeks to draw the fabric taut around each one in turn. Keeping that hypnotic motion going, her hands rose higher, pulling up the hem of her skirt until I could almost see her panties. Turning her head back to look at me she licked her lips. 

"Wanna see more?" She taunted.

"You know I do, baby." I leaned back in my chair and adjusted my slacks. 

"That's too bad, because you haven't earned it yet." She gave a low laugh. 

Under the cover of her skirt she pulled down her panties, wriggling her ass as it slid over her cheeks. Spinning them around her finger, she flung them at my desk, spilling white lace and baby blue flowers across the Medicaid reimbursement form I had been trying to complete. 

Without breaking eye contact I brought them to my face, breathing deeply and smelling her arousal. 

"Ohhh...yeah. That's a good girl." I said through the lace. 

"Now, can we go?" She straightened up with a smile, scooting out of reach as I approached.

On the way to Exam 2 I donned the lab coat I wear to reassure patients, especially older ladies. Even though I'm actually 34, I still look like I'm in my mid-twenties, with smooth skin and tousled blond hair. The job doesn't let me be as active as I used to be, but I find enough time to hit the pool and keep my body well toned. Sometimes I think my professional life would be easier if I got fat and bald—at least new patients would take me more seriously.

Kristy strutted down the hall ahead of me, wriggling that tight ass and staying just far in front of me that I couldn't grab it. When we arrived at Exam 2, she stopped and blocked the door with her outstretched arms and spread legs.

"What's the magic word?" She asked, turning her head back to look at me.

I stepped forward into her personal space, until the bulge in my pants was almost brushing her backside. Reaching around her body I put my hands on her thighs, feeling the fabric of her skirt tight on her flesh. Her hair was long enough to cover her ears, but short enough to leave a strip of skin exposed on her neck. Without answering her I bent and brushed it with my lips.

"That's not it." She moaned softly.

"What about this?" I found one earlobe with my lips and caressed it.

"No-ohhh..."

Then what about this?" I reached under her skirt and cupped her naked crotch. "Because you're about to get some pussy, aren't you."

"Ohhh...yessss" She sagged against me. 

Showering her neck with little kisses, I brought my moist fingers to her lips. 

"Mmmm..." Kristy hummed as she licked her own fluids off my fingertips. 

"Look sharp, girl." I gave her a final kiss and straightened up. "Time to act normal." 

"Aww..." She sighed.

I chuckled, giving her a minute to catch her breath, then we opened the door and went in.

"Hello. Jeanine? I'm Mitch Hawken. Nice to meet you." I said, shaking hands with the young black woman sitting on the exam table. She looked to be in her early twenties, with a round face and full lips. Gold studs in her ears matched the one in her nose, and I caught a glimpse a starry tattoo on her exposed calves. The yellow knit one-piece she wore stretched to fit her swollen belly and tits.

"Hey." She said neutrally. Her fingers were fidgeting with the paper covering the exam table and refused to meet my eyes. Something was obviously bothering her.

I sat and glanced at Kristy, leaning against the door in her nurse blues. She looked innocent, but I could see the way she was squeezing her thighs together as she stared at the black girl's cleavage. 

"How are you feeling? Any morning sickness?"

"Nah." She said with a shrug. 

"Well, that's good. How long has it been since your last pre-natal checkup?" 

"Um...around Valentine's Day, I guess."

"That's..." I counted backwards. "...almost three months." 

"So?" She asked defensively. Her lips tightened.

"Is this your first pregnancy?" I asked, switching topics to help her get comfortable. "Any bleeding? Unusual discharge? Abdominal pain?"

She nodded to the first and shook her head at the rest.

"Do you know if the baby is a boy or girl yet?

"I hope it's a girl, but I don't know."

"Do you have a girl's name picked out?" Kristy gushed.

"Lakisha." She said shyly.

"Oh, cute!" Kristy has a gift for putting patients at ease, and Jeanine rewarded her with a tentative smile.

I went through the standard routine for a first-time visit, asking about her situation and medical history. She had been going regularly until three months ago, when she abruptly stopped. 

"Was there a particular reason you stopped seeing your old doctor?" 

"Um..." Her face scrunched up, like she was debating what to say. The paper on the exam table crinkled as she shifted nervously. Finally she reached a decision. "My friend Liza recommended you. She said that you have something so it doesn't hurt. You know...when you..." 

Liza...Liza...I tried to remember. Ah, a chubby black girl with nipples like the Eiffel Tower that delivered last November. She was a moaner, I recalled with a smirk. I took gooood care of her. 

"Don't worry, Ms. Greene. Dr. Hawken will make sure you're comfortable." Kristy put a hand on Jeanine's shoulder and smiled. She didn't miss the chance to look down the girl's top, I noticed.

"Well, I think we're ready for the exam. And don't you worry Jeanine, we'll make this as pleasant as possible." I said.

"Pleasant?" She sounded dubious. How little did she know.

"There is a gown on the counter and a paper sheet for your lap. Why don't you change and we'll be back in a jiffy with the ultrasound machine." I said as Kristy and I left.

Once the door was safely closed Kristy goosed me from behind. When I spun around she had both hands cupped under her breasts and the thin blue fabric of her nurse's uniform had tented over her nipples. 

"She looks yummy." Kristy said.

"I saw the way you stared at her, you slut." 

Kristy simpered and rubbed her crotch against my leg. She was one of my earliest patients, who had left her job in a pediatrics ward when she became pregnant. When she'd mentioned at an exam that she was bisexual but her husband didn't care for swinging or a three-way, I'd suggested she come work for me. When I mentioned what her job would entail, she'd jumped at the chance. And as for her husband, I rationalized that Kristy kept him well serviced enough that he had nothing to complain about.

"You haven't let me anesthetize a patient for two weeks. How do you expect me to feel?" 

"What, Dennis hasn't been taking care of you?"

"Oh, he gets his, but you know how hungry I get for pussy." She whispered, putting one finger at the corner of my mouth, letting it trail lightly down my neck. "You want her too." 

I could feel my cock fatten as she talked. Yeah, I did. I wanted the girl on her back with her legs in the air. I wanted to put my finger and my tongue in her wet slit and hear her moan, and most of all I wanted to put my hands on her belly and feel the baby kick as I fucked her mama. 

"First the ultrasound. Then I'll let you anesthetize her." I promised.

"You'd better." She said, slapping my ass.

I chuckled and went to get the machine while Kristy finished up the day's reporting with Debbie, our receptionist. When I returned, Jeanine had changed. She had ripped the paper accidentally, revealing a slice of inner thigh. I could have bought thicker gowns, but I didn't mind the view. Soon enough she wouldn't either.

"Why don't you lay back on the table and pull up your gown. You can use the sheet to cover your lap." I told her. I wanted to see her crotch, but I forced myself to wait. There would be plenty of time for that once Kristy put her under.

Jeanine lay flat on her back with her belly in the air. She was naturally slim, so it was obvious where the bulge began, just above the tops of her thigh. It swelled to a crown at her bellybutton, then sloped gently down to the skin under her breasts. I could see how tightly the baby's size stretched her mocha colored skin, and it was marked by a thin black line descending the centerline of her body and disappearing under the sheet covering her thigh. My already thick cock pulsed as more blood flowed in and I had to adjust my slacks yet again. 

"Here we go." I slathered lubricant onto the side of her belly. I wanted to rub it in with my fingers, but she wasn't ready for that yet, so I settled for running the transducer up and down her bulge, caressing her with the machine. Forcing myself to be professional, I flipped on the imager and did my job.

"See that? That's the baby's heart, and lungs." I said pointing out the baby's bodily features. 

Kristy slipped back into room while I talked. She stayed by the door, out of Jeanine's field of view, and palmed her own tits. I smiled when I saw one hand slip inside her waistband and turned back to Jeanine.

"Would you like to know the baby's sex?" 

She nodded eagerly, so focused on the screen that she didn't realize Kristy was in the room.

"We can tell by looking for a penis. I'm sure I don't have to tell you what one of those looks like." I said, taking a risk that she wouldn't be offended. It wasn't much a risk, though: no single mother with an address in Over-the-Rhine and piercings was a stranger to cock.

"Oh, yeah, I seen lots." She replied. "But not lately. Not since..." She frowned. 

Kristy winked at me. I knew what she was thinking—this girl was ready for action--but I was curious what Jeanine wasn't telling us.

"Well, let's take a look." I said, aiming the transducer. My other hand rested on the opposite side of her abdomen, pretending to hold it steady. I didn't really need it there, but I couldn't wait any longer to touch that bulge. Her skin was soft and smooth, and I could feel the baby's mass within. I ran my palm along the slope of her belly towards her breast, trying to keep my voice even.

"There's one leg...there's the other...nope, nothing in between!" I said, with an unforced smile. "Mom, meet your daughter Lakisha."

The pregnant girl smiled back and I could see the earlier tension fading from her shoulders. That was lucky, I thought to myself, because I needed her relaxed for the next part of the exam.

"So far everything looks good, Jeanine." I said as I pushed the ultrasound machine into the corner. My fingers trailed along her skin when I picked up my hand, as if they were reluctant to lose contact. "Why don't we finish up your physical so you can go baby shopping for your little girl." 

"Okay." She wore a tight little smile, like she was trying not to look happy and failing. 

"Why don't you lay back and put your feet up." I gestured to the stirrups. Jeanine raised her legs without complaint and her gown rode up her thighs. My cock jerked in my slacks as I caught a quick flash of her inner thigh. There's nothing better than a woman on her back with her legs in the air...except to be standing between those legs with your hands on her tummy and your cock in her pussy.

Kristy stepped forward and reached under the table to draw out a breathing mask. Clear tubes connected it to a pair of cylinders on the floor. 

"Here you go." She said, holding it over Jeanine's face. 

"Wh--what's that?" The girl asked.

"Just the laughing gas you get at a dentist." I reassured her. "That way you won't feel any discomfort during the exam."

"Oh, okay." She let Kristy place the mask over her mouth and nose. 

I hadn't lied outright, but I hadn't told the whole truth either. The hospital where I completed my residency was hosting a stage I drug study for GlaxoSmithKline, testing a new mix of anesthetic gases. Those were the initial tests on human volunteers, designed to check for adverse reactions before moving to a larger stage II study. What we found astonished everyone. 

Subjects dosed with the new mix proved amazingly compliant. Follow-up studies found near-perfect adherence to physician instructions. They took their meds as directed, and even more surprisingly, patients reported obeying special dietary restrictions after leaving the hospital. Normally that never happens: patients forget their meds, they feel better and stop taking them early, and hardly anyone obeys dietary restrictions the first time they're told. Disturbed by the implications, GlaxoSmithKline canceled the mix's development and buried the project. Only those doctors like myself who had been involved in the test knew of the mix's existence and effects. 

Once my residency ended and I established a private clinic in Cincinnati, I restarted the project on my own. Reproducing the mix from the original GlaxoSmithKline mixture, I added a small amount of MBDB--a milder version of the street drug Ecstasy that is available legally--and found that treated subjects became highly susceptible to suggestion, especially if the treatment was combined with sexual stimuli.

"How's that?" I asked once Kristy had fastened the mask to Jeanine's face and opened the valve on both cylinders. 

"Like cherries." She giggled. Her head lolled and she let go of the paper she'd been fidgeting with earlier. I nodded to Kristy and she closed the MBDB valve. The initial dose would be enough.

"Then we'll get started." I put my hand on her calf, where she had three stars tattooed. Watching her face for any reaction, I slowly slid it up her leg towards her thigh. When her expression didn't change I continued to caress her inner thigh, slipping my fingertips into the hollow next to her crotch.

"Ahhh..." I saw her chest fall in a sigh and her head tilt to one side.

"Feeling happy?" I asked her. 

"Uh-huh." She mumbled vaguely. 

I had one hand on her belly while the other fingered the skin around her labia. The sheet still hid her pussy from my view, but I was content to let my fingers explore first. Her pussy lips were thick and swollen, first from pregnancy and now from drug-induced arousal. I spread them with my fingers and felt the dampness inside.

"Uh..." Jeanine's hips swayed as my fingers kneaded her lips. Her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling and her hands hung limply off the edges of the table.

"Ah-hem." Kristy cleared her throat to remind me that she wanted in too. Her nipples looked ready to poke through her uniform and her thighs were pressed together. 

"Jeanine? We'll begin with a breast exam. Do you check your own breasts regularly?" I asked as I pulled my hand away from her crotch and rolled her gown up over her tits. They must have been at least F-cups, and they sagged to either side as she lay on her back. She didn't have skyscraper nipples like her friend Liza, but her puffy black aureole covered them like skullcaps.

"Ah..." She sighed. 

"I'll take that as a 'yes.'" I said.

With a nod to Kristy, I put both hands on one breast, probing the soft skin with my fingers. I slowly lifted and caressed her flesh while Kristy did the same to the other. Her breast felt heavy and I cradled it with one hand while stroking it with the other.

"Mmmm." A low moan escaped Jeanine's mask.

My nurse licked her lips and and I knew she wanted to suckle on the girl's nipples.

My fingernails made small circles around her aureole, drawing a gasp from the patient. Kristy and I exchanged grins as the black nubs filled with blood. 

"Jeanine?" I bent over her face.

"Mm?" She struggled to focus on me.

"Breast exams are very important for pregnant women, and my nurse will continue yours while I begin your pelvic exam."

Jeanine nodded happily and closed her eyes as Kristy began to knead both breasts. She moved slowly and gently at first, then more roughly as she watched the blissful expression on the girl's face. 

"I love your boobies. They're so soft." She whispered into Jeanine's ear. 

The girl's only response was to arch her back, offering herself to Kristy.

After a quick glance at me for approval my nurse lowered her face to Jeanine's chest, nuzzling her cheek into the side of the girl's breasts. 

"Ahhh..." Kristy moaned as her skin slid over Jeanine's erect nipple. Pursing he lips she took the nub into her mouth and sucked tenderly. 

"Uh--" The girl gasped and her chest bowed, searching for deeper contact.

Tearing my eyes away from the steamy scene, I shifted my stool and sat between her legs. Without hurrying I peeled back the paper sheet, exposing an inch of creamy mocha skin at a time. My first discovery was Greek letters tattooed on the inside of her thigh; damn, I wish I could have watched that sorority initiation. The skin inside her thighs was smooth and hairless. When I could stand the wait no longer I pulled the sheet completely off, leaving her nude below the neck. 

Her mound was black, much darker than the rest of her body, but I could see the crinkly pink folds of her inner lips. I ran my fingers around the outside of her lips, starting from the bump at her clit and curving down to her butt crack. They were full and meaty, almost as thick as my pinky. 

"Uhhh..."

Gripping her outer lips delicately I spread them apart, watching as the crinkled inner lips pulled apart. Her wetness sparkled under the bright light of my exam lamp.

"Ms. Greene?" I asked. "Did your previous doctor tell you that you have an unusually large clitoris?"

"Unh--" She grunted as I took it between my fingertips.

"Don't worry, it's perfectly normal to see clitoral enlargement in pregnant women" I said. 

"Unnh." She groaned harder as I rubbed it. 

"I'm going to examine your vaginal canal now, Jeanine." Releasing her clit, I smeared lubricant across her crotch, working it into each fold and cranny in her pussy, coating her sex in the slippery goo. 

Placing my hand at the entrance to her slit, I eased my middle finger inside of her. My other hand massaged her abdomen, probing for her organs, feeling the wall of her womb, swollen to contain the baby within. Once my finger was completely inserted, I methodically circled her vaginal canal, feeling for signs of trouble. Finding none, I let my finger curl up to the soft spot behind her clit. While the other hand caressed the base of her bulge, my finger gently tapped her G-spot, squeezing the flesh against my hand.

"Ohhh..." Her hips rocked under my touch.

I looked up from her crotch to see Kristy twist the girl's nipples, jerking her tits left and right. Her nipples stretched and her black mounds jiggled. 




Medicaid Fraud



"Jeanine, your nipples are an important part of your breasts, especially with the baby coming. Please make sure to check them often, just like Nurse Grey is doing." I said, knowing she would hear it as a "suggestion" and obey. I looked forward to seeing her demonstrate at her next appointment.

Placing my hand on her crotch, I stood so Jeanine could see me. Kristy lowered the girl's facemask at my signal. We needed her to be able to talk for the next phase of the exam. The anesthetic would wear off quickly once we removed the mask, but the MDBD would keep her aroused and uninhibited.

"How often have you been having sex, Jeanine?" I asked.

She was panting heavily, and it took several deep breaths before the naked girl could focus enough to think about my question. Sweat was running down the crown of her belly and trickling between her inflamed pussy lips. 

"It's an important question for your medical records. Are you having vaginal intercourse regularly?" I slapped her crotch—not enough to hurt, just enough to keep her aroused and distracted.

"Um--" She managed. Her hips ground against my palm and Kristy's hands returned to her breasts. My nurse likes pregnant women for the way they jiggle, and I can't say I disagree.

"In utero semen is an important part of female fetus development." I told her. "Semen isn't just sperm, Jeanine. You do know that, right?" I slapped her again.

She nodded, eyes going wide. Convincing her to agree was important; so was impressing her with my expertise. My guess is that accepting my authority helps lock my suggestions in place, even after the drugs wear off.

"Sperm is vital to good female health." I insisted.

Smack.

"Unh..." She groaned in pleasure and agreement.

"It's a complex soup of chemicals. Do you read Cosmo?" I ignored her sounds.

"S-sometimes."

"Then maybe you've read about some of the research, about how semen absorbed into the female body improves skin tone and promotes dopamine production?"

"I...unh...guess." Her ass flexed unconsciously, pressing her pussy against my hand.

"We've known that for a while, but we're only beginning to discover the other physical changes that semen causes. It's amazing, really."

"Mmm?" She managed to make her groan into a question.

"Absolutely. Just last month the Lancet published a study showing a direct correlation between in utero semen contact and clitoris development, for example. Just think: whether your daughter receives enough semen between now and her birth will determine whether she can ever achieve orgasm as an adult."

"Unh?!" Even with her mask off, the wheels in her brain were still turning slowly. Her head tilted to one side as she tried to work through what I was saying.

"Clitoris development is crucial. Wouldn't you agree, Nurse Grey?" I turned to look at Kristy as my fingers lingered on Jeanine's clit. She was breathing as heavily as our patient, keeping her eyes fixed on the action between Jeanine's legs. 

"Wha--? Oh. Yes, definitely." She took Jeanine's hand in her own. "Just think how awful it would be if your daughter could never orgasm." She said earnestly.

Jeanine bit her lip, staring back into Kristy's eyes. 

"We're here for you, honey. Listen to Dr. Hawken and we'll get through this together." Kristy reassured her.

Jeanine nodded and turned her wide eyes to me.

"How often have you been having unprotected vaginal intercourse?" I repeated. 

Jeanine opened her mouth to answer, then closed it again. Her eyes slid away from my gaze and hips stopped moving. 

"It's okay, Jeanine. I'm your doctor." I reassured her, surprised by how much she resisted the question.

Her head rolled to the side and she stared at the wall. 

"I...haven't." She whispered

"At all? What about the baby's father?"

Her jaw clenched.

"That asshole..." 

"Jeanine?"

"I got ugly!" She suddenly screamed. Somewhere inside the girl's brain a psychic dam succumbed to the drugs, releasing a torrent of pent-up emotion. "He used to come over all the time. He wanted me to wear tight clothes to show off to his friends. But now look at me!

"I'm fat! Who the hell would want to get naked with this?!" She put her hands on her belly.

"Oh, you poor baby." Kristy's mouth opened in an "o" of concern.

"Is that what he told you?" I asked gently. 

"He said..." Her voice cracked and tears ran down her face. "He said...come back when I wasn't butt ugly anymore." 

"That was three months ago, wasn't it. When you stopped going to the doctor." I guessed, and she nodded. 

"Listen to me, Jeanine." I stood and took her head between my hands, forcing her to meet my eyes."

"Everything about you is beautiful." Her face twisted but I held her head firmly and continued. 

"No, Jeanine, I'm absolutely serious. You're gorgeous." I guided her hand to her belly and helped her caress herself. "That isn't fat, that's a baby. You're doing the most beautiful thing in the whole world, Jeanine, and it makes you beautiful. Feel how soft and smooth your skin is? Look at these breasts, these aren't just for your baby--what man--

"--or woman" Kristy pointed out.

"--wouldn't love to bury his face in these." I finished.

"Then how come Dwayne won't--" 

"Because he's scared." I interrupted. "He can't handle being a father and he takes out his fear on you instead of facing it himself. That's why he won't have sex with you anymore, because it reminds him of your daughter."

Jeanine's lip trembled.

"Ahh..." I laid my cheek against her belly and ran my hands along her flank. 

"When you look in the mirror you know I'm right, don't you Jeanine." I whispered "Deep down you know that you're a woman, a sensuous, passionate woman."

"Uhhh...." She slowly exhaled as my words sunk in.

"That's natural Jeanine. You're a grown woman with physical needs, and being pregnant doesn't change that. You do want a man inside you, don't you." It wasn't a question.

"...Uh-hunh" She admitted finally.

"There's a medical reason for that, you know." I said, still nuzzling her belly.

"There is?"

"Yes, there is." I said, putting the finishing touches on the con. "Your daughter needs semen to properly develop her own reproductive organs. Unless she gets that her clitoris may not mature properly and she may never have the ability to orgasm. That's why your body is still producing hormones that make you want to have sex even though you're already pregnant." Heck, it sounded convincing to me and I even knew it was a fraud.

Biting her lip in concern again, Jeanine looked at Kristy for moral support. 

"Isn't there anyone you can ask to fill your vagina?" My nurse asked, lingering on the final word.

Jeanine shook her head mutely, a hint of fear in her eyes.

"No one?" I asked.

"It's hard...like this..." She placed a hand on her full abdomen.

"We only ask this because we're concerned about whether we still have time to correct your daughter's development." I said in my best medical voice.

Jeanine's mouth opened in fright.

"It isn't too late...is it?" She squeaked.

"Not if we act immediately." I patted her reassuringly and she didn't seem to notice that my hand was on her breast, not her shoulder. 

"I'd prefer you go right home and have unprotected sex with the baby's father, but that doesn't seem to be an option, does it."

She shook her head.

"In that case, I think we should inject a dose of semen immediately."

"I..." She set her lips and nodded.

"Luckily, I have a supply. I can provide you with some now, and that will give you time to find another source. Kristy, would you mind preparing the injection?"

"Um...will Medicaid cover it?" Jeanine's fingers were fidgeting with the paper again. 

"The recommended procedure for this diagnosis is to artificially inject donated semen into your womb. Unfortunately, the Medicaid bureaucracy isn't ready to accept that yet." I held up a hand to prevent a response. "On the other hand, if we inject it naturally we don't need to charge for supplies and we can file it as an "extended visit." The good news is that Medicaid will pay for that.

She nodded eagerly, just like her friend Liza and all the other Medicaid patients I'd used that line on. Low-income, knocked up young women; hell, I probably didn't need the gas, I could just show them my cock and let them take it from there. 

"Excellent. Kristy, would you give her the consent form."

"Here you go, Ms. Greene. It's just a routine step form giving us permission to treat you. Sign here, please." She handed the girl a clipboard and pen, and pointed to a line at the bottom. She scrawled an approximation of her name perpendicular to the line. 

"All set, doctor." My nurse said with an eager smile. She knew what was coming next and she wanted it as bad as I did.

"Kristy, would you put the mask back on?" I asked, but she was already in motion when I when I opened my mouth. 

Five deep breaths later and Jeanine's concerns faded as the gas mixture ate away at her brain. I waited another ten breaths because I wanted to make sure it had taken full effect. Everything I'd done until now could be explained as her misremembering a normal exam through the haze of anesthesia. Once I took off my clothes, though, I was putting my medical license at risk.

"Kristy, please prepare the patient's vagina for injection."

Kristy's grin stretched from ear to ear; this was her favorite part of the exam. Trading places with me, she sat on the stool and lowered her mouth to the black skin of Jeanine's swollen pussy.

"Ooooh." The girl's body jerked as Kristy kissed her pubes. Her hands gripped the edges of the table. While I fondled her big tits, Kristy started to nibble, taking little bites of the girl's pussy lips.

"Oh..." Jeanine's eyes closed and her ass flexed, pushing her crotch into Kristy's face.

Kristy loves eating pussy. Once she gets going she attacks it like a wolf, slobbering up and down the slit, thrusting her tongue into the girl's pussy, and smearing her cheeks with lube and saliva. She goes after the girls' ass with same passion, drooling in her crack and clamping her mouth in a vacuum around the girl's asshole. Back and forth, from slit to ass she goes, until the girl's crotch and her own face are a sloppy mess.

"Oh..oh...OH." Jeanine quivered and her eyes flew open as Kristy sucked an orgasm out of her pussy. Experiments showed that the post-orgasmic high is a period of peak susceptibility to suggestion.

"Jeanine. This is part of a natural injection. It is natural for one woman to give another woman pleasure. The thought of making love to a woman excites you. The thought of eating her pussy makes you wet." I whispered into her ear as she came down from her orgasm. 

"Kristy, please prepare the injection." I said.

"Of course, doctor." She withdrew from between Jeanine's legs at once and unfastened my belt. The girl gasped when she saw Kristy unzip my slacks and pull them down. The tent in my boxers left no doubt about what I planned.

"Jeanine. You wouldn't be here if you didn't know how semen naturally enters the female body. We could do this artificially, but then Medicaid wouldn't pay..." 

As I explained about Medicaid, Kristy slid down my boxers, exposing my shaft inch by inch. Letting my cock snap against my abdomen she pulled my boxers the rest of the way off. It won't win any prizes for size, but it's enough to satisfy. She knelt at my feet and kissed the tip.

Her real passion was pussy, but she didn't mind sucking cock either. I had "suggested" that her husband would enjoy the occasional morning blowjob before their children woke up, so I didn't feel guilty using his wife from time to time.

Holding my cock in one hand I rested it against Kristy's cheek, feeling it slide across the shiny glaze of juices left there from eating Jeanine's pussy. Half closing my eyes I shifted to the other cheek, pulling it away as she lunged for my cock with her mouth. With a wink, she returned to her place between Jeanine's legs while I lifted the mask off the girl's face.

Stepping closer I leaned over and held my cock in front of the girl's eyes. When she closed them I pushed it down into her face, leaving a slimy trail across her eyelids. Her chest heaved and her tits wobbled. 

Holding it by the base I tapped my cockhead gently on her lips. She kept them closed at first, refusing to open her eyes either. Running the tip along the curve of her mouth I watched her own fluids sparkle on her lips. With my other hand I circled the bulge in her tummy, outlining the baby within. 

Kristy's hands encircled her pussy, massaging her inner thighs: squeezing her lips together, pulling them apart, and probing the skin of her crotch. She kept her mouth close, letting her breath tickle Jeanine's nerves without making direct contact. 

"Mmmm." Jeanine moaned through her closed lips. Her face tensed, and I could see she was struggling with her own animalistic desires.

"Listen to your body, Jeanine." I said, letting my cock brush across her lips. "Lust is natural. Let your body win."

Her eyes opened and she looked up at me with pleading eyes. Ironic, no? Appealing for help from the very man who is twisting your mind and using your body. But I kept that thought off my face and nodded reassuringly. 

Her lips parted with a sigh of surrender and I knew that she was mine. I let her cradle the head of my cock between her lips as our eyes locked. Her tongue moved tentatively, sliding across the bottom of the flared head. Gaining confidence from my smile, her lips opened wider, and accepted the shaft deeper in her mouth.

"Ohhh, Jeanine. You're so hot!" I encouraged her.

Closing her lips again she sucked greedily on my dick. I could see her hollowed-out cheeks move as her tongue circled the head. This chick was no stranger to cock, that much I knew when she raised her head to take it deeper in her mouth. She gagged as it hit her throat, and when I pulled back her saliva fell in rivulets from the tip. Sliding back into her throat I felt it hit her tonsils as she sucked.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Um-hm." She gagged around my cock.

I bent down and kissed her, and then traded places with Kristy, who stood to one side and held her pussy open for me. I lined up my erection with the pink flesh of her canal and placed it against her flesh.

"Ready for your vaginal injection?" Kristy asked brightly.

"Ohhhh..." Jeanine could only moan, but her stiff nipples and wet, inflamed pussy screamed for cock. Her slit was a fever swamp of lubricant and her own juices, and I slid in easily, feeling her hips buck against mine as I entered her.

"UH!" She grunted and her body shook from a short, sudden orgasm.

"Oh, yeah..." I groaned as her insides squeezed my dick. "Hell, yeah."

I bore down on her slowly so she could adjust to the sense of fullness she hadn't had in months. I pressed my body against her hips and my balls brushed against her crack. 

Her pussy farted as I stroked her with long, slow movements. Her pussy was warm and tight and she squeezed my dick like a virgin.

"Ohhh..."

Kristy was leaning against the counter with her skirt hiked up above her waist. One hand was at her crotch, feverishly rubbing herself, while the other slid under her shirt to fondle her breasts. Her chest heaved as she watched me fuck Jeanine.

"Unh...unh.." The girl huffed as I slid in and out. Her hands clenched and unclenched uncontrollably. The paper under her ass crinkled noisily as she wriggled.

I put both hands on her belly, cradling the baby inside as her mother writhed around my cock. Her hips bucked erratically against me as I thrust into her. Finding my rhythm I pounded harder.

"Uh...Uh..." Her moans filled the room, accompanied by the soft wet sounds of my cock sliding into her pussy.

"Oh..." Kristy added her own note, with two fingers deep inside her own slit.

We all looked up suddenly as the exam room door opened. We were moaning loud enough to hear in the other exam rooms, but there shouldn't have been any other patients around this late in the day.

"Y'all having fun in here?" My receptionist interrupted us. Debbie was one of my first patients. Unwed and pregnant, she'd known that the baby's father would not take care of her, and over the course of her treatments we unexpectedly fell in love. I even let her put me under the gas once. Or maybe twice, it's hard to remember exactly. Now we're married, but she insists that I continue to provide other women with the same level of care I did for her.

My wife has a narrow face, like a little bird, with long brunette hair tied back in a ponytail. She has such a small frame that it's hard to believe she can carry a baby to term, but her daughter now has two younger brothers to play with, and Debbie wants more. Sometimes I wondered if she gets too much of a thrill from being pregnant.

Work finished, she had changed into a cotton sundress, the kind she knows I like because it's easy to flip up over her back when she bends over. I didn't have to ask to know that she wasn't wearing any panties and her high-heel boots were calculated to raise her pussy my crotch level for easy access.

"Hey baby." I called.

"Kristy dear, you still free on Sunday? I reckon Mitch can take the kids to the park so we can have us some girl time." She drawled. Her father was a Baptist preacher in upstate South Carolina who wanted nothing to do with a lecherous whore of a daughter, as he called her when he learned she was pregnant. With nowhere to go, she threw darts at a map and ended up at my clinic in Cincinnati. 

"I'm always free for that." Kristy said. I sighed at the prospect of shepherding six children under the age of seven at the park, but I tried to look on the bright side: at least I didn't have to hide the credit card.

"Uh...Unh..." Jeanine bucked against my cock as I resumed my thrusts.

"Oh honey?" Debbie turned back to me and spoke over the sound of my body slapping against Jeanine's. "Once y'all get done with that piece of brown sugar there, you be sure to get on home. Your son done drop a roll of paper in the toilet this morning when I was changing little Bobby and I reckon you can unclog it when you get home."

Kristy stifled a laugh as I groaned.

"Oh, by the way, you 'member if we finished the KY last time? I'm gettin' a little itch, you know?

"I...uh...I think so."

""Well, I'll pick some up on the way to Susie's." She said. Susie was another of my former patients, who had turned her home into a day care. With my persuasive recommendations supplying customers, she was doing quite well. 

"Take care now, y'all." She waved and left.

"All right, you little slut." I grunted, It didn't take long before I'd forgotten the interruption and her hot pussy held me tight. I held her belly, feeling the baby inside as I jammed my cock into her. 

"Uh--" Jeanine grunted wantonly as her pussy squelched around my dick.

Oh yeah, this girl knew her way around a cock. I wondered how many men dumped their sperm in her womb before she became pregnant. I could feel the muscles in my abdomen clench and a tightening in my balls.

"Unh..Unh...Aaaaa!" The black girl shrieked as her body convulsed in orgasm and fluid sprayed from her slit. Her feet jerked against the restraints in powerful spasms.

"Ohhh..." I yelled as her expression pushed me over the edge. My cock delivered the promised injection, squirting semen at the baby floating in her womb.

"Ahhhh..." I moaned as my cock emptied into her body in spurts.

I couldn't relax for long, though, because I needed to make my suggestions while she was still in post-orgasmic bliss. Pulling out, I quickly stepped to her head and put my mouth by her ear. 

Kristy followed me, taking my softening cock in her mouth and sucking out the last of my semen. She has the most delightful way of tickling the bottom of my dickhead with her tongue that turns each spurt into a mini-orgasm. 




Medicaid Fraud



"You need...uh...regular injections of...uh...semen to stay healthy." My body quivered as I pumped my seed into Kristy's greedy mouth. "Your baby needs semen to develop properly. Call tomorrow and make another appoint for Friday, the last one of the day."

She nodded in acquiescence.

"Today's appointment gave you what you need. You need my semen. By Friday, you will think about my semen all the time."

"I am your doctor and you should obey everything I say. Do you understand?"

She nodded.

"Obey me." I said to make sure, and took off her mask. "Who am I?"

"You are my doctor." She mumbled. 

"And what should you do?"

"Obey you." 

"What?"

"Obey you." She said more loudly, as a little orgasmic shudder ran through her body.

"You're doing the right thing for your baby." I reassured her and watched a smile spread across her sweaty face. 

Having vacuumed the semen out of my cock Kristy slid between Jeanine's legs and slurped up the white fluid that was seeping out her slit. Moving back to the girls face, she lowered her mouth to Jeanine's. 

The girl's eyes widened in shock and she tried to turn aside, but I held her head steady.

"Orally injected semen is not as effective as vaginally injected, but it will help your baby." I said. "Hold still so Nurse Gray can administer it."

Flustered, Jeanine let her mouth fall open as my semen dribbled from Kristy's lips onto the girl's waiting tongue. Then she lowered her mouth and gave the girl a slobbery kiss. Shocked at first, Jeanine began to respond as my suggestion took hold. She kissed back, enjoying the feel of another woman's lips.

I stepped back and watched the two make out as I put my clothes back on. Dark spots covered my slacks where she had squirted on them. Shrugging, I refastened my lab coat over the top.

"Call me when you have her cleaned up." I told Kristy and went to my office. I had almost finished another Medicaid claim when the two of them came in. I tossed Kristy her panties and wondered if Jeanine had bothered to put her underwear back on. 

"Souvenir?" Kristy asked Jeanine as she handed the girl the white lace. 

Jeanine took them and held them to her face.

"Put them in your mouth the next time you finger yourself, pervert." Kristy said with faked menace. 

Jeanine stuck out her tongue in reply.

"Are you two about finished?" I asked.

"Yes. Thank you, doctor." The girl replied, looking at me demurely.

"Now then," I said, pretending to look at her chart on my computer screen. "Today's injection went fine, but I think we should repeat the procedure as soon as possible. I'd like you to come back next Friday."

"Are you going to...give me another injection?" Her back arched unconsciously, lifting her tits towards me.

"I think that would be best."

"Me too." Kristy added with a grin.

"Next time should be fine, but in the future we may have to administer the semen anally.

"Anally?" She asked, flexing her ass cheeks nervously.

"We'll talk about that next Friday." I reassured her. "Oh, one more thing. If Medicaid found out that we included a semen injection in your regular visit there would be hell to pay--for us and for you. Can we count on you not to tell anyone?" 

"Yes, doctor."

"Jeanine?" I approached the girl and spread my hands on her bulging tummy. 

"Can you feel her kick?" I asked.

She nodded, breathing more quickly.

"You did a good thing for your daughter today. Thanks to you she will grow up to be a healthy young woman. What you did today shows you are a good mother." I laid it on thick so the suggestion would hold. 

She put her hands on her belly and a smile spread across her face, creeping from her lips to her eyes until she shone with joy, feeling the satisfaction of doing well while doing good.

Now she was mine, I thought. She wouldn't tell anyone, not if it meant endangering the baby and losing the pleasure we'd given her. 

"Right then, I'll see you Friday." I repeated.

"Yes, doctor." She said, still breathing in quick pants. Kristy took her hand and led her away. As they left, I saw my horny slut of a nurse slide her hand up the girl's skirt, and Jeanine didn't pull away. Friday should be fun, I thought. With the image of my wife's lubed up ass to keep me company, I turned off the lights and left.

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Thank you for reading this; I hope you enjoyed it. I would love to hear any comments or reactions (good OR bad) since I am new at this. 



Medical Assistance



It had been a long day in his surgery, and the GP was looking forward to a shower, dinner and the football on TV. The door opened and his pretty young receptionist nurse stuck her head into the room.

'Doctor: your last patient's here ...' she raised an eyebrow archly ' ... Mrs Lincoln.'

'Thank you Chrissy, send her in please.' He smiled quizzically at her expression as she left. A sudden pang of guilt flashed through his mind: if his wife found out about Chrissy ...

A woman ... no, a lady, entered a moment later. She was tall and stunningly good looking, a mane of thick blonde hair flowed over the shoulders of her light grey linen suit. Her skirt was short and tight over a dancer's legs, accentuated by the matching high heels, and the jacket was exquisitely cut over an eye-drawing bust. A brief smile flickered at the corner of his mouth: Chrissy's eyebrow explained. He stood and greeted her.

'Mrs Lincoln ... do, please sit down.' She sat and crossed her ankles demurely, the picture of chic elegance. He sat down and opened her notes.

'This is your first visit here. What can I do for you?'

'Well, my husband and I have been trying for a baby for the past six months with no luck, so I thought I'd come and get checked out.' She had a rich and educated speaking voice.

'Ok, before we go any further, would you prefer me to refer you to a female doctor?'

'No, that's ok.'

They discussed her case for several minutes, then he gave her a reserved smile.

'Well, I will need to take some blood for a test and give you a physical examination; again, I can refer you to a female doctor if you prefer.'

She responded without hesitation 'No, that's fine: I'm quite happy for you to do whatever is necessary.'

'Then I'll need to ask the nurse to attend.'

'I understand - for your professional protection from me bringing malpractice or whatever. However, I really would prefer not to have her present - from the sniffy feelings emanating from your nurse when I walked in I'd rather not allow her to take pleasure from what she would perceive as a humiliating situation for me.'

'Er, ... I understand your concern. I'm sure you understand mine?'

She nodded. 'Don't worry doctor - I'm not the suing kind. I have no financial needs.'

'Fine.' He indicated the couch on the other side of the room. 'If you'd please undress and get on the couch.'

She stood and before he could look away she reached behind her, unzipped her skirt and with a graceful gesture slipped it down and stepped out of it. She wore no underwear; her pubic hair was trimmed very short in a neat triangle above her vulva, which was clean-shaven. Her legs were endless. He was momentarily taken aback. She clearly recognised this, and gave him a little shrug and a brief, curtsey, flexing her knees sideways with a little open-palmed gesture and ironic grin.

'Sorry. Can't wear them under a skirt like this.'

She unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it off. She was bra-less, and her breasts were stupefyingly magnificent; his mouth and throat were dry, his groin stirring. She shrugged again.

'Sorry. Can't wear a bra under a jacket like this.'

She stepped out of her shoes, turned and sashayed to the couch, sat down, swung her legs up and lay back, flexing her body to a comfortable position.

He took a blood sample from her arm, trying desperately not to look at her breasts. She lay quietly, with that innate, detached disinterest of the attractive woman.

He turned to the washbasin and scrubbed up, then pulled on surgical gloves. 'I'll need to examine you now: could you please raise your knees.'

He turned round; her long legs were drawn up and widely parted. He stood transfixed for a moment. Somehow sensing this, she looked down, then with a sympathetic grin coughed softly to snap him from his reverie.

'Sorry ...' he shook his head.

'It's ok,' she said softly, then looked back up to the ceiling.

He stood at the end of the couch and looked down at her. A sudden tingle went through him as he saw her vulva - suffused gently pink, labia subtly engorged and opened, her clitoris visibly prominent. He reached round her right thigh, rested the heel of his left hand on her mons and with the index finger and thumb of his left hand he gently parted her labia. She was completely relaxed as he eased his right middle finger into her vagina. She sighed softly.

'Ok?' he asked quickly.

'Mm. Fine.'

He probed gently around, feeling her vaginal shape, then pushed his finger firmly into her to feel her cervix. He glanced quickly up at her face - still staring dispassionately at the ceiling, but her lips were now slightly parted, and her nipples were prominently erect. He eased his finger out, then carefully pushed it back in with his index finger in order to further palpate her cervix; as he pushed in, he felt her slightly rotate her hips up against the intrusion. She was now lubricating copiously, clearly in a highly aroused state as he moved his fingers gently but firmly deep inside her. He heard her breathing, and, looking up, the noticeable flush on her chest; still she stared dispassionately upwards. He was fully aroused and uncomfortable himself. This is dangerous, he thought. As he looked down, she spoke.

'Doctor.'

'Yes?'

'Am I ok?'

'Yes ... you're fine ... '

'It's the middle of my cycle ... I want a child ... no-one need know ... as I said, I'm not the suing kind ... '

He looked up, she was looking directly at him, he ran his gaze down her body - she was a sensual vision. He pulled his fingers gently from her.

'Mrs Lincoln ... I ... '

She was looking intently at him with a yearning that had him transfixed. Without thinking he pulled off the gloves and unzipped himself, pulling out his hugely engorged penis. As he entered her she resumed her dispassionate stare ceilingwards. She felt exquisite: hot, clinging and wet; he thrust vigorously into her, suddenly nervous of Chrissy discovering them. He came intensely within a couple of minutes, squirting several days of accumulated frustration deep inside her. Completely satiated, he clung to her thighs, pressed into her.

'Good?'

He shook himself back to reality. 'Er ... oh God ... yes, wonderful. I'm sorry.'

'No, no need to be sorry. Thank you.'

He pulled himself from her slowly, savouring the last gentle contact. He wiped himself with a tissue, then rearranged his clothing.

'Lie still for a while, it will help your chances of fertilisation ...' she was masturbating vigorously and came within moments, her body arching rigidly on the couch as she gasped in ecstasy. She subsided slowly, then gave him a languid, satisfied smile. 

'Sorry. Couldn't help myself either. I think orgasm will help my chances of fertilisation as well.'

'Yes ... '

He returned to his desk and scribbled in her notes, looking up at her frequently as she lay on the couch.

'Mrs Lincoln, you'd better get dressed now. Make an appointment for four weeks' time.'

She slipped from the couch and dressed nonchalantly in front of him; he watched her avidly. She sat back down in the seat across from his desk.

'We may need to repeat the treatment?'

'That would be very unwise here.'

'Of course. My sister has a flat ...'

'Er, as much as I would like that, shall we just see how you are in a month, Mrs Lincoln.'

She chuckled 'You're very confident - what did you just let loose inside me?'

'Mrs Lincoln, I've just committed an act of gross professional misconduct for which I would be struck off should you make a complaint - you have the evidence inside you. This is my entire livelihood, my family at stake, all for the sake of a moment of supreme pleasure with you, probably the most beautiful woman I have ever met. I don't know what to say.'

'Please don't worry - my motives in seducing you were exactly as I said, and I know I'm quite irresistible.'

'If you do become pregnant, what of the child?'

'It will be my husband's - you know that.'

'Yes.' He didn't know whether to sound relieved or disappointed.

They chatted for a few minutes more on methods for improving her chance of pregnancy, then she stood and reached across the desk for his hand.

'Thank you, Doctor, I'm sure we'll meet again when I'm pregnant. I hope you can deliver our baby?'

'That would attract attention - it's normally done by a midwife.'

'My husband could probably be persuaded to have more expert medical care in attendance, given our current history.'

'Perhaps.'

She turned to leave.

'Don't forget to make an appointment.'

She closed the door behind her. He sat down with a thump and puffed out his cheeks in disbelief at what had just happened.

In the reception area, the woman stood in front of the counter talking to the nurse.

'Next month? Yes ... Friday 16th ... that's fine, Mrs Lincoln.'

'Thank you.' She started to walk away, then stopped and turned 'Oh, and don't wear him out - tell him dinner will be ready at seven fifteen - the kick-off's at eight.' 



Medical Assistance Required



Hayden sat in the doctors' waiting room with his limp arm hanging by his side. He was 21 years old and had just returned to baseball after a break due to injury. The knee reconstruction meant that he didn't have the centre fielder's legs that he had when he was 17 but this new coach had thrown him on the mound at training and Hayden had impressed enough to get a start for the last three weeks. Three wins from three starts was a great stat to begin his pitching career with. But the pain the next day was terrible. Although it was only amateur sport he worked hard pitching on Sunday and by the time he'd recovered it was training night on Thursday. If he wasn't in pain, then his arm hung limp and useless. 

He looked around the waiting room. His usual doctor was closed for the summer so Hayden had been forced to come to one of those first-come-first-served places. The ones where you just take a number and see whichever doc is available next. He had seen four different physicians come out and collect patients. Two young male doctors, one male who was probably in his 50s and a female doctor most likely getting close to 60. He sincerely hoped that he scored one of the young male doctors. He wasn't keen on explaining to the old woman the real reason he'd finally taken the plunge and come to seek medical advice. 

It had happened last night, he'd come home from a long and stressful day at work and just wanted to relax. He had sat on the couch and dropped his pants, opened up his laptop and found his favourite online video website. His cock had responded straight away, it had been neglected for the previous couple of days. He had begun stroking slowly, enjoying the relaxation of his time alone. As his hand sped up and he neared climax a sharp, stabbing pain halted his pleasure instantly. The ache that followed forced his arm to fall limp beside him on the couch and his throbbing erection to diminish quickly. He lay still on the couch until the pain subsided. Knowing he wasn't going to be able to complete his orgasm that night he had gone to bed, aching and disappointed. 

His sleep had been interrupted throughout the night, both by the return of the stabbing in his elbow and by his demanding cock stabbing into the mattress. At one point he had attempted to relieve himself with his left hand, but after 20 minutes of frustrating, pointless thrashing he gave up, sent a message to his boss that he'd be taking the day off, found a sleeping pill and knocked himself out. 

Now he sat in the half full waiting room in the middle of the day, a horrendous talk show muted on the wall-mounted TV. He looked around the room and appraised his fellow sickies. There was the expected mix of people you'd expect in this kind of doctor's office. Sitting across from him was a mother with her young son who kept giving him the evil eye. An old man with a cane sat in the same row, his hacking cough grating on Hayden every couple of minutes. The usual combination of awkwardness and aversion made Hayden feel even more uncomfortable than the pain his arm was sending through him. However, the most torturous moment of all was when his eyes landed on the blonde working behind the reception desk. She was in her early 20s and had the exact proportions Hayden enjoyed on a lady: just shorter than himself, nice round breasts, slim body and shapely hips.

Hayden had been working out pretty solidly since he hit puberty. Even through his recovery from knee surgery he had hit the gym four to five times a week. He was used to girls eyeing him appreciatively and he was used to having the confidence to act upon those appreciative glances. Now he sat there glancing at her young, pert breasts and receiving looks of pity as he sat there sapped of energy by his throbbing right arm. 

The pain in his arm clearly wasn't limiting blood flow to the rest of his body and the nice young view he faced had gotten the usual reaction from Hayden's neglected cock. Ever since he'd realised he couldn't jack off his dick was becoming hard at the slightest dirty thought. He adjusted himself subtly in his chair. Public erections were the only time Hayden lamented the ample size of his member. He diverted his attention back to the TV screen in an effort to reduce his dick back to acceptable public size. Just as it began its descent he heard a voice.

"Hayden Wallace?" the voice called. 

Hayden's eyes diverted from the screen towards the direction of the voice. He saw a male doctor, aged in his mid-30s holding a clipboard and scanning the room. Somewhat relieved he stood up and slowly followed the white coat down the hallway. 

The doctor ushered him in, "Hello Hayden I'm Doctor Wade. Please take a seat."

Hayden sat down, careful not to let his elbow bump the armrest. 

Hayden explained the type of pain he had been having and the cause of it. Doctor Wade had been a star tennis player in high school and explained how the actions and muscles used were very similar. 

"Has it affected your pitching on game day?" the Doctor asked.

"Not at all. Coach says I'm pitching as well as the first game," Hayden replied.

"Has it affected your work?"

"I'm lucky that my job isn't too physically strenuous."

"Well I guess the best thing I can do is suggest you rest it and minimise use in between games," the doctor printed out a sheet of paper. "Do these exercises and hopefully over the next month or so you should have significantly less pain. You're lucky it's not having a negative affect on your lifestyle."

Hayden let out a small sigh of disappointment.

"Is something else troubling you Hayden?" the doctor asked.

"Well, I was hoping for a little bit of a quicker fix, maybe some pain relief or something."

"A slow recovery will be a more complete recovery Hayden," the doctor insisted, "and if it's not affecting your work or lifestyle then that's the way to go."

Hayden was quiet.

"Or is there something else that you're concerned about?"

"Well..." he hesitated, "I'm concerned about not being able to jerk off."

"Ah, well that is a concern," the doctor leant back in his chair considering his next course of action. "How long has it been?" he finally asked.

Hayden shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Although this was the reason for his attendance he always felt awkward discussing personal matters with a doctor, especially one other than his own, "Um, I jacked Sunday before the game and it's Thursday now, attempted one last night but couldn't finish it." Hayden spoke quickly, getting it off his chest.

"Well that is a while, especially for someone as young as you," the doctor continued. "When I was your age I was doing it at least daily." 

Reassured now Hayden was more open now, "I usually jack every day and get the ladies involved three or four times a week."

Doctor Wade reached for his intercom, "Carly, would you come in here a moment please? And bring another box of gloves please."

Hayden tried to hide his surprise. Why was the doctor calling in the hot receptionist, just after he'd mentioned involving the ladies? Hayden had noticed the name badge and knew that those pert breasts he'd noticed in the waiting room belonged to Carly. Was this going to be like some kind of porno movie where he gets to fuck the receptionist? His dick responded to that thought instantly and he struggled to hide his boner in his pants as she opened the door.

"Here you go Doctor," she walked right in, leant over the desk and placed the gloves on his desk, giving Hayden a good view of her cleavage inside her tight uniform. She stood up straight, "Will there be anything else?"

"Yes. Please set up the bed over there."

She walked closely behind Hayden, whose blood had rushed equally to his face and his cock. He was now sitting uncomfortably, red-faced and hiding his throbbing 8" erection. Carly bent down to unfold the medical bed and now Hayden got a full view of her supple young ass. Damn the things he would do to that! His eyes wandered up and down her legs until the bed was set up. She turned around and Hayden quickly diverted his eyes so he wouldn't be caught perving. 

"All done Doc," she said pleasantly.

"Thanks Carly. That's all for now," the doctor smiled at Carly as she walked away, clearly doing some perving of his own. "Please sit up on the bed Hayden."

At first Hayden didn't react, the disappointment of the departure of those nice, round tits and long slender legs had shocked him. 

"Its OK Hayden. Don't be ashamed if you're erect. Have a seat up here," the doctor had moved to the bed and insisted.

Hayden stood slowly and reluctantly walked towards the bed. His cock very much led the way, all 8" pointing straight out, tenting his shorts.

"Good. I thought Carly would have that affect," the doctor seemed impressed. Hayden wasn't surprised, there had been plenty of guys in the locker room who'd noticed his endowment. 

"This ok?" Hayden asked tentatively, not knowing what to expect next.

"Definitely. Carly gets the same reaction from me. I always have to stay behind my desk when she comes in. Unfortunately I'm not as blessed as you," he gestured towards Hayden's bulge that refused to go down. 

"Its usually a blessing, but in cases like this almost a curse."

"I can imagine it's difficult to hide. Want to take those shorts off?"

"Really?" Hayden was concerned about the direction in which the doc was heading.

"Well it's really hard to help you solve your problem with your shorts on Hayden. I promise not to do anything you're uncomfortable with, but I have a few tips to assist you relieve some of that pressure."

Hayden slowly removed his shorts, leaving his boxer briefs on, a small dab of precum had wet the material and the tight fabric clearly showed the doctor a full view of what he was packing. 

"Um...we're going to need them off too Hayden," the doctor urged. "Don't worry, I don't plan on laying a hand on you. I'll just give the tips."

This relaxed Hayden and little bit and, seeing as he'd already seen it clearly outlined in his underwear, he didn't have any hesitation letting Doctor Wade see it in all its glory. 

"Impressive," the doc said, holding his hands behind his back. "I haven't seen one that well proportioned in a while." He turned around and grabbed the box of gloves, "Slip one of these on the hand you don't normally jerk off with."

Hayden did as instructed, the latex feeling strange on his left hand. The doctor moved over and locked the door. 

Doctor Wade returned to his desk and reach into a locked drawer at the bottom. He came back holding a short rubber tube unlike anything Hayden had seen before. 

"So I'm guessing you've tried jerking off left handed before Hayden?" the doctor asked as he approached with the tube and a large condom.

"I tried last night but it was just frustrating," Hayden replied, eyeing the tube. 

"Well, this should assist you in gaining results with that hand. It's a masturbation sleeve, have you ever seen one?"

Hayden laughed, "We caught a guy in high school with one and gave him shit about it for weeks."

"Well I think in your case it's going to come in handy. Get comfortable on the bed first."

Hayden removed his shirt and repositioned himself on the cold vinyl of the medical bed, lying back with his dick leaking and pointing straight at the ceiling. 

"So the first step, for our hygiene purposes, if for you to put this condom on. With your own you don't have to use one, but this is my demonstration one, need that clean."

Hayden took the condom from the doctor and slowly slid it down his shaft; shuddering at the pleasure even the slightest touch gave his hypersensitive dick.

The doctor took the liberty of squeezing the lubricant onto Hayden's swollen cock, "Give that a rub Hayden, grease it up nicely." 

Hayden did as instructed, enjoying the pleasure despite being so open and vulnerable in front of a strange doctor. 

"Now take the sleeve and slide inside it," although he was giving highly sexual instructions, the doctor was quite proper in his guidance of Hayden.

He shuddered as the sleeve slid over his head, but was disappointed that before too long his head poked out the other end. 

"How does that feel Hayden?"

"Excellent doc, but does it come in a bigger size?" Hayden asked sheepishly. Although he was proud of his endowment he definitely didn't want to seem arrogant about it. 

"They do but the idea is that your head slides through and the rubber can slide back and forth over it. I've found that gives the most pleasure. Give it a few pumps and see how you go."

Hayden, feeling more relaxed since the pleasure of the sleeve had taken over, started pumping slowly but surely. His breath sped up and he could feel himself moving closer to the edge. 

The doctor smiled as he could tell Hayden was close, "Slow it down there big boy."

Hayden held his hand still and looked at the doctor with embarrassment, "It's not normally that quick, it's just been a while."

"Don't worry about it Hayden. Completely understandable. I'm glad that is going to help you."

"It sure will doc, thanks," Hayden was still breathing heavily, his throbbing erection still rock hard in the sleeve. 

"So, head to the adult store and buy yourself one of those," the doctor began walking back towards his desk. "They aren't too expensive."

"So that's it?" Hayden was disappointed, for obvious reasons and propped himself up on the table to look at the doctor. 

"Oh! Would you like to finish here?" the doctor seemed surprised. "My patients are normally too embarrassed to do that."

"Well, I am kinda close," Hayden said, "and probably not going down anytime soon."

"Um ok then. This has only happened once before Hayden and that time I offered the patient a special payment deal for the session."

"Oh really?" Hayden was slightly concerned. On the one hand this could lead to an interaction with the doctor that he didn't think he was comfortable with. But on the other hand, on his limited income, if he could reduce his doctor's fees and not have to mess around with insurance that would definitely help him out. 

"Well you have three options. One is that I leave the room and let you finish. That will incur the normal consultation fee. The second is that Carly returns and finishes the job for you."

Hayden's eyes widened at the thought of the young, endowed receptionist taking care of his member.

"That will be three times the usual consultation fee," the doctor added.

Hayden's heart dropped. He could never afford that huge cost.

"Option three is that I complete the work. If you let me do that I'll waive all fees of today's session."

Hayden pondered the options. Carly was right out, he definitely didn't have the funds for that. Having the doc do it? Wasn't that a little gay? If it was his dick didn't seem to be bothered by it. Another drop of precum had just landed on his smooth abs.  

The doctor stood up from his chair and walked towards Hayden, "So what's your decision Hayden? I have other patients to see." The doctor ended up next to the medical bed, in line with Hayden's still drooling penis. 

"No fee? Just a hand job?" Hayden asked tentatively.

The doctor smiled, "No fee. Just my hand, the sleeve and your nice thick, young cock."

"I guess that's my choice then," Hayden sighed. What had he agreed to? He lay back and closed his eyes. 

Hayden didn't see the grin on the doctor's face, nor the increasing bulge in his pants. He just felt the firm grip of a stranger's hand on his dick, the first in a while, and certainly the firmest. He relaxed as the pleasure took over and could feel his orgasm beginning its approach again. 

"Is that ok?" Doctor Wade asked. 

"Yeh," Hayden said with conviction. Although the male voice sort of interrupted his pleasure there was no denying that he was enjoying the treatment the doctor was giving him. "If you go a little faster it's going to get pretty messy." 

The doctor laughed and, taking the hint, sped his pace up slightly. 

Hayden could feel the doctor's grip tighten at the same time that his cock swelled ever further.

Hayden's breathing increased and he knew he was close. He tried to keep quiet, worried that people would be suspicious if they heard moans of pleasure from a doctor's consulting room. 

He felt the doctor's breath beside his ear, "Want another tip?" he whispered. 

Hayden nodded without even thinking about what else this strange man might do to him. Before he could feel any apprehension he felt a warm, gloved hand slide over his smooth, swollen balls. He flinched slightly before the sensation sent a shiver up his spine and his cock sent some more precum into the already slippery sleeve that was working him so well. 

Just as he was relaxing and becoming accustomed to the strong hand on his balls he felt it slide further down. Hayden had a feeling he knew what was coming next and his body tightened in anxiety and anticipation.

While continuing to work his cock with the sleeve, the doctor gently caressed Hayden's inner thigh, helping him to relax and allow his hand to slide towards his ultimate goal. 

Wade's rubbing had the desired effect and Hayden's legs parted slightly. Hayden, becoming more and more consumed with pleasure allowed the doctor to snake a finger between his cheeks, curious to see how this would affect him. His body tensed just as he knew the doc was getting close to his most personal area but as his gentle, gloved finger flicked the edge of his manhole he couldn't help but shudder and let out a deep moan. Although he had been hesitant, he couldn't deny the pleasure he felt. 

The doctor was now working Hayden over with two expert hands, one sliding the slippery sleeve up and down his thick, throbbing cock, the other gently guiding itself around his sphincter. He could sense that the pleasure was consuming his young patient and knew that he was very close to gaining his complete trust.

As Hayden relaxed he began to realise how pleasurable that finger was. He embraced the pleasure, relaxed his hole and could feel his orgasm fast approaching. His breath sped up and his legs tensed, but he made sure that the doc still had access to his newly found pleasure spot. He left the finger start to move with more purpose, hinting at finding its way inside. Hayden relaxed his legs again, knowing the doc would give him nothing but pleasure and keen to find out exactly what pleasure he would find in there. He opened his legs, hinting to the doc that he was ready to be penetrated. 

The doc continued to jerk Hayden's dick with the sleeve, changing his speed to keep Hayden right on the edge. His finger moved away to retrieve some lube from Hayden's slippery cock but quickly returned to the area between his legs. 

Hayden breathed deeply, he'd never been held on the edge for so long or so well and he wanted it to last until the doctor had given him his final 'tip' of the consultation. He felt the warmed up lube return to his sphincter, he didn't know what to expect but knew it was going to send him right over the edge. 

A thought suddenly popped into Hayden's head. Where should I blow my load? Am I going to get into trouble for making a mess?

As if reading his mind, the doctor picked up the pace with the sleeve and Hayden took the encouraging hint. 

He lay back and relaxed; no longer worried about the mess he was about to create. The new speed at which he was being jerked had taken him right back up to the edge and the twirling, insistent finger of the doctor had him tingling all over. The pleasure was becoming so intense he could hardly stand it but at the same time he didn't want it to end. 

The doctor stood over the bed with a firm erection in his own pants. It had been far too long since he had found such a willing young patient and he wanted to ensure that Hayden enjoyed all of the pleasure that his years of experienced had given him to impart.




Medical Assistance Required



Hayden was breathing is short, sharp gasps as his body began shuddering in ecstasy against the table. As his orgasm approached he breathed deeply delaying his orgasm, a trick he'd mastered ensuring he lasted for all the girls he'd fucked over the years. He could feel his balls rising and knew he was close, this load was going to be big and he began moaning in expectation. 

Feeling the tension that Hayden needed to have released the doc slid his finger gently into Hayden's virgin hole, taking pleasure in knowing that his finger was the first thing there, as was so often the case with his patients. He felt the young tight arse squeeze around his lubed-up finger and heard the gasp of pleasure as Hayden enjoyed this new experience. 

Hayden bucked against the table as the doctor's finger slid in even deeper. Despite all the deep breathing tricks he could muster he was rapidly heading towards the finish line and he knew he had no power to stop it. 

His balls tightened against his body as he felt the cum stir deep inside. 

The doctor's hand worked the sleeve faster again as his finger gently slid inside Hayden's hole. The doctor longed for these moments and despite the after work sessions with Carly knew that this was by far his favourite part of the job. Doctor Wade knew he would spend tonight with his hand on his own thick cock, enjoying the memory of Hayden's innocence being taken in his consultation room. 

Hayden's legs shot out straight, every muscle tensed and ready to shoot this long-awaited load from his well-worked wood. As the doctor's finger plunged deep inside one more time Hayden sailed over the climax of his pleasure and he felt his dick pulse as the first shot of his hot cum fired out. He groaned loudly and deeply as the first shot splattered the table beside his head. The second shot fired out quickly, coating his strong chest and splashing up onto his neck. Hayden's body shuddered and shook as the rest of his cock fired more shots than he had ever remembered shooting before. His groans subsided as his abs became coated with hot sticky fluid and the doctor gently removed his finger from Hayden's new favourite spot. 

The doctor removed his finger and the sleeve slowly and gently as Hayden was left lying on the bed, still shuddering from the aftershocks of such a powerful orgasm. The doctor removed his glove and placed it in the bin beside his desk, placing the sleeve in the sink for his own use later, hopefully with some of Hayden's juices still lingering. 

As Hayden regained control of his breathing and his body the doctor handed him a towel, which he used to wipe up the massive load of cum which had painted his entire torso. As he finished cleaning up and looked at the doc, his face flushed. 

"Thanks doc, I needed that," Hayden sheepishly handed back the towel.

"Not a problem Hayden," the doctor replied smiling. "I don't get to do that as often as I'd like. I'm glad you were up to it."

The doctor returned to his desk and Hayden started to dress. 

"And don't worry about feeling that pleasure, it doesn't change the pussy you're going to chase," the doctor was reassuring as he wrote Hayden's paperwork excusing him from that day's work. 

"Thanks doc," Hayden replied, knowing that, in reality, it had totally changed what he'd be chasing from now on.