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  Oh god, oh god.

  Just thinking about the dirty doctor made my thighs clench together. Familiar moisture began to build between my legs, cunt leaking once more. Even my breasts were becoming hard and perky, wishing he was here again.

  Because initially, I thought my reactions to Dr. Morgan’s touch were super embarrassing. I was certain that the scent of my leaking pussy would be obvious, and indeed, his nostrils flared when he kissed my thigh, smelling the female essence.

  I was so embarrassed.

  But when he tongued my pussy, my whole world changed. I didn’t care about the smell anymore. All I cared about was his mouth on my hot cunt, drinking my juices. I just wanted that stiff shaft in me, whether from top or bottom. Or even behind. If Travis wanted anal, I would have given it to him, for sure. That’s how much of a slave I am. I would have pulled my bottom open, offering that pungent hole, and then said, “Yes. Put it in my butt. If you want it, then I want it.”

  Oh god!

  How did I get so slutty?

  I’ve never even dreamed of anal sex before!

  So what was this about backholes and bottoms?

  But it’s true.

  I want the alpha so bad. I crave his body, and at that very instant, a huge gush of cum dripped from my hole, hot and virile.

  Oh no! That was actual semen dribbling out of my cunt. Dr. Morgan came inside me with no protection, meaning that his fertile seed was sloshing within, mixing with my fluids. Oh god, oh god. I’m only eighteen, even once is enough.

  But curiosity got the best of me, and I began to stroke the rivulet with my finger. And experimentally, I brought some of the thick, white cum to my mouth, tasting it with the tip of my tongue before sucking it clean off my fingers. Mmmm. It was sweet yet salty at the same time, goopy and dense and oh so delicious. I imagined myself sucking on Travis’s cock again, tasting that delicate male skin before swallowing him whole. Oh god, yes.

  I throw my head back as the spray from the shower head pounds on my body. It adds to the building sensation of pleasure buzzing through my nether regions. Was there really a man’s cum in my mouth? In my pussy? Filling me all the way up inside?

  This made me jerk my head up again, alert and startled. Because right. The doctor is a hot, virile man. I should have made him use a condom.

  But it’s too late. And it felt so right. I couldn’t have made him use a condom anyway, since I was there to get a gyno exam. There was no fucking on the agenda. Not even in my wildest dreams. But it didn’t matter because once he pushed that big shaft bare inside me, it felt so good. No latex necessary, I like it bareback, thank you very much.

  The water continued to soothe my body as I daydreamed about Travis Morgan and his huge cock. Would I ever see him again? Would I ever be able to stop thinking about his incredible body and the pleasure he delivered?

  Please yes.

  I’d schedule another exam.

  I’d say I had some “female emergency,” requiring his immediate attention.

  My breathing became labored replaying the scene at the doctor’s office over and over again. My hands wandered to my pussy, and I touched myself all over, just as Dr. Morgan had a few hours ago. My fingers found my clit, hard and stiff already, flicking the nub a couple times before letting out a throaty moan. Oooh, that felt good.

  Panting, I used my finger to gently make circles around my hard nub, rubbing the exposed area very gently. Angling the shower head towards my cunt, the blast of water added to my growing pleasure. Shit, this was good. Hard pulses blasted my clit, making me shiver and scream a bit, already on edge.

  But I wanted that feeling again, the penetration. So slowly, my finger wormed down, down, down until it circled my sweet hole. Oh yeah, that’s where he put it. And slowly, I began the insertion.

  Travis!

  Yes!

  Eyes closed, I hummed his name while imagining his dong.

  My pussy was tight, really tight. No wonder Dr. Morgan enjoyed it so much. Stirring the digit, I moaned again. If it was this tight around one finger, how the hell had I accepted Dr. Morgan’s huge size? Gold medal for sure.

  I tested this knowledge by slipping another finger in. Two fingers felt even better than one, but it made my pussy stretch uncomfortably. But I wanted more. Taking a deep breath, I tried for a third finger. Slowly sliding it in and out, I eased my hand in there much like Travis did with his thick fuckshaft. Oh yeah. Soon I was pummeling my cunt in ecstasy.

  “Mmm, Dr. Morgan!” were my breathy cries in the shower stall. My moans increased as I slid in hard, again and again. “Yes Travis!”

  And it was the memory of Dr. Morgan that drove me over the edge. His blue eyes, his cock, the feeling of those sculpted lips sucking my nipples. His tongue on my pussy, that thick fuckrod expanding my walls and pushing deep inside.

  “Oh!” I screamed in the shower, orgasm sweeping through my frame, legs going weak as my pussy pulsed. “Oh Travis!”

  The spastic clenching of my pussy was so rapid and fierce that my fingers hurt, knuckles aching. But I wasn’t pulling out, hell no. I needed to get fucked, and right now, this was my best option.

  “TRAVIS!” another involuntary scream tore from my body, hand pummeling my cunt below. “Travis, YES!”

  And the explosion took over. My knees buckled as I fell to the stall floor, pussy contracting in almost painful pulses, juicing flowing in a river from my hole. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I needed him.

  But the cum that had been spilling out was sucked back in by my pussy. The spasming muscles pulled that sweet fluid back inside, seeding my fertile form once again. I literally sobbed as water pounded my form, crying out the doctor’s name as ecstasy swept my frame.

  But finally it was over. Staggering to my feet, I turned off the shower, drops of water rolling smoothly down my back. Stepping out of the water, I was completely drained and spent. But at the same time, freedom roiled my form. Doctor Travis Morgan not only accepted me for who I was, but actually wanted me. He worshipped my curves. He didn’t mind that I had junk in the trunk, tits that were so big that normal bras weren’t enough. Instead, he’d kissed my breasts. He’d rubbed my clit, squeezing my big thighs at the same time. And he’d devoured my clit too. He thought I was beautiful, and as a result, I felt beautiful as well.

  I’d never experienced such an event in my entire life. The good doctor helped me embrace my curves, to make me feel special, to hold myself as unique. He loved my belly, my big hips, and my thighs. In fact, he made me wonder if I should gain more weight to become a curvy goddess. Could it be true? Was more poundage even better?

  But for now, it was time to move on. I dried off quickly, certain that Martha would want to know all about my appointment. My sister is a busybody, and she was aware how much I’d been dreading the exam.

  “Hey Marth,” I greeted slowly, wandering down the stairs. My sister tilted her chin, one eye still on the TV.

  “How’d it go?” was her casual question. “Was it bad, like I thought?”

  And as the words came tumbling out. I could have made something up, but what for? It’d been the best experience of my life.

  But predictably, my sister was horrified.

  “He came inside you?!” was her screech. “What the fuck? Are you crazy? What doctor does this to a patient? He should lose his license! I’m calling the police.”

  But I reached out and grabbed her outstretched arm.

  “No, it’s fine Martha. I’m going to find him and we’ll talk. We’ll figure this out.”

  “Are you insane?” she screeched again. “You just got used by an older man! There are rules against this!”

  But I shook my head.

  “No, I wasn’t used,” were my soft but firm words. “I said yes. Over and over again, I said yes.”

  Martha wasn’t convinced. She grabbed for her cell again, but I was too quick. I seized it and thrust the device into my pocket and out of reach.

  “You don’t know what you’re talking about,”
she hissed. “You’re eighteen. You’ve never had sex before. What would you know?”

  But I was firm, fixing her with a hard look.

  “I know I said yes,” were my clipped words. “I wanted it. And Martha, I want it again. I want to see Travis again. I want it to happen again.”

  That made her go still.

  “Are you shitting me?” she finally managed on a strangled voice. “Seriously Jane, are you shitting me?”

  Slowly, my head shook.

  “I know you’re concerned, but don’t be. I know what I’m doing. It was an amazing experience, I’ve never felt this way before.”

  She interrupted.

  “That’s because you just lost your virginity! Everyone feels that way the first time!”

  “No, this is different,” I said firmly. “I know this is different.”

  But Jane couldn’t be persuaded.

  “You have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said scornfully, lips pressed into a thin white line. “No idea.”

  But here, my sister was wrong. Because everything about the encounter was right. Unexpected yes. But right. I’d just come again, sucking his sperm deep inside my pussy while re-living the experience. And I could feel his kisses too, the tender touch, the whispered entreaties.

  “Come for me,” he’d beckoned. “Come on my mouth.”

  “Spill,” he’d commanded. “Let that pussy go.”

  And finally:

  “You’re beautiful,” he’d complimented. “So gorgeous in every way.”

  So I knew I was right, and Martha was wrong. Travis felt something for me. Maybe not love quite yet, but definitely heated interest. And he’d come in me, spewing that virile sperm into my pussy bareback. So we had to talk for sure. The only question was … when would I see the doctor again?

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Travis

  One year later …

  I take a deep breath as I step out of the cab in Perth, New Jersey. Already the familiar sights and sounds are coming back to me. It’s been a year since I was here. Little Perth, the city that couldn’t.

  But Dr. Alba had asked me to fill in for her once again so she could take a vacation with her family. Sure, no problem buddy. Happy to. The money’s always good, so why not?

  But at the same time, it’s stunning that a year has passed. I mean, really? Was it really three hundred and sixty-five days since I set foot in this tiny town? One year since seeing Jane Dorman?

  Because I never forgot the sweet female. How could I? Ever since we were together, I haven’t fucked anyone else. I don’t even want to touch another female. Something about Jane’s gorgeous, voluptuous body makes me desperate inside and out. She was a young, hot virgin, wide-eyed and innocent. Exactly my type, and resistance was futile.

  But I shouldn’t have fucked a patient.

  There are medical ethics against this kind of things, entire books written about how to stay on the right side of the line.

  But shit, she was so beautiful. And I’ve never had a moment’s regret afterwards. Doubt, yes, but not regret. Because sometimes I lie awake at night, reliving the encounter. The huge, heaving tits. The tight, steaming cunt that couldn’t get enough. Each day, her moans come back to me at the most inopportune times, that curvy body tasting her first dick and loving it.

  So no, I’ve never done something like that with a patient.

  Before or after.

  There have been plenty of opportunities, what with thousands of MILFs throwing themselves my way.

  But I never wanted them.

  Until Jane.

  Oh shit.

  Because that’s why I left Perth. Given what I’d done, it was better to get gone ASAP. Cowardly? Yeah, but my medical license was at stake. So maybe out of sight, out of mind. Jane would forget that much sooner if I was nothing but a dream. Nothing but a memory.

  But what I didn’t count on was my own memory.

  My brain filled with Jane.

  My cock hard during the day, when her face flashed unexpectedly before me.

  And oh shit, those visions at night …

  There was one where she was my hot waitress at a restaurant. The brunette would be there, dolled up in a sexy waitress outfit, her miniskirt hardly covering up those sassy buttocks. She’d put her hands on those wide hips and demand that I leave the restaurant, it was closing time.

  But I’d sit back and shoot her a knowing smile. And then Jane would lean forwards to pick up my dirty plate, one huge tit bursting loose. Oh yeah, those tits always have a starring role in my fantasies.

  But instead of trying to stuff it back in, the girl would lean forwards, swinging the creamy white sack in my face.

  “Dessert sir?” she’d smile sweetly.

  And of course, I’d devour her. Right there, right then, on the restaurant table, the girl screaming and crying my name, pulling at my hair as I pumped her full of cum once more.

  Because yeah, I jizzed straight into that juicy cunt a year ago. I blew my virile sperm into that sweet pussy, and fuck, what was I thinking? The teen was so ripe, so fertile, and a virgin too. Huge error. Big time mongo screw up.

  But it was too late now. Nothing to be done about it now. So yeah, the daydreams go on and on, each of them with Jane in a different scenario, wearing skimpy little outfits while begging me for more. And it’s been so distracting that I’ve practically gotten myself fired from some jobs, jacking off in a locked closet as I fantasize about my best girl.

  Depraved right?

  Moaning and fisting my fat dick, dreaming about a sweet virgin who was my patient.

  Spilling cum in the shower, dreaming of pumping once more into that tight cunt.

  Because that’s the problem. She was so fresh, so sweet and pure, that other women have lost their appeal. It’s not that other females are ugly, they just don’t compare. When I see Jane in my mind’s eye, the brunette’s in crystal clear focus, like I’m staring through a telephoto lens. By contrast, I barely even see the other women, they’re drab grey shadows that don’t get noticed.

  So yeah, Jane’s been on my mind non-stop for the last year, and curiosity’s blazing through me like a wildfire. What’s she been up to? Does the girl have a boyfriend now? The thought made me nauseous inside, like vomit was gonna come spewing out of my throat. But I had to be real. Because of course the sweet brunette would have a boyfriend. That kind of female is grade A, and there were probably loads of guys throwing punches to get a piece.

  Fuck.

  The brunette probably didn’t even remember me.

  Or she did, but just as some dirty old geezer who popped her cherry.

  FML.

  Shaking my head, I tried to concentrate on the day ahead. The same blonde receptionist sat at the front desk, and I nodded politely.

  “What’s going on Emily? How’ve you guys been this past year?” rumbled my deep voice.

  The secretary smiled.

  “Not much, Doctor. Same as always, which is good I guess. You know with the recession and all,” she lowered her voice to a whisper, “we were afraid that Dr. Alba’s practice would suffer. But it’s been okay!” she brightened, cheering up once more. “All the same people still come, so that’s a relief.”

  I nodded. Yeah, the slumping economy isn’t exactly a boon for medical providers. People will skimp on anything to make ends meet, and that includes going to the doctor. So I was glad to hear that Maura’s practice was okay.

  “Great,” I nodded. “I’ll just grab my charts and get started then.”

  “Sure Dr. Morgan,” Emily chirped. “Let me know if you need anything!”

  And walking slowly to the back of the office, I rifled through some papers. Fuck. Another boring day.

  But then a certain name caught my eye on the patient list.

  Jane Dorman.

  Shit.

  Could it be?

  Really?

  My eyes practically bugged out.

  What were the chances?

 
But it made of sense, I guess. Jane came in for an annual check-up last year, so she was back this year for another round. That’s how these things work.

  And slowly, I washed my hands, mind spinning hotly.

  Was I gonna see Jane today?

  Was I gonna see my curvy girl, the sweetest thing to cross my path, well … in forever?

  Was I gonna suck those titties again, maybe kiss that sweet cunt, getting a second sample?

  And suddenly, the day couldn’t go fast enough. Jane was last on my list, a five o’clock appointment, and all I wanted was for the hours to fly by. Fuck this shit. Fuck all these old grannies who needed mammograms and birth control. You’re not even fertile anymore, so get a grip. Just get lost and give me my Jane.

  And finally, it was time. Four fifty-five.

  “Your last patient is here,” called Emily down the hall. “Exam room one.”

  “Thanks,” I nodded. “Feel free to leave early, it’s Friday night.”

  “Oh really?” the blonde stood excitedly, already pulling her purse out of the desk drawer. “Thanks so much, I appreciate it. Dr. Alba usually lets me leave early on Fridays too.”