by Sansa Gold
Dr. Hard's hand had long left my clit. Now, his body loomed over mine as he watched the orgasm rolling through every core part of my body. At a glimpse, you would think he was concerned, but at the edge of his mouth a grin took hold. A grin that spread throughout the rest of his face as he calmly watched me writhing. He had caused all of this to me. He was taking in the work he had so easily accomplished with a few pecks and pulls of my clit. Forbidden thoughts and ideas were probably entering his mind, just like many had entered mine not so long ago.
After what felt like an eternity the electricity died with a shudder of my body. The control of my body was slow and gradual. At first I could only move the tip of my fingers. Then my leg and arms became awake, and it was several minutes before I could lift my head up.
Dr. Hard didn't move. Instead, his eyes moved around the room as he waited for me to regain. The top of my forehead was coated in sweat. My back burned from the heat, and every move sends shivers up my body, I was growing cold from the temperature of the room. My body shivered when the doctor's attention rested back on me.
"Are you cold?" The bed sunk as he sat down next to me, his fingers running through my drenched hair. His touch warmed my body like the covers under me never could. They didn't have the touch of the man that had just brought me to orgasm with a flick of his fingers. Although, I was growing tired a fire began to take hold of me. I wanted that feeling of his fingers on me. No! I wanted more than just his fingers on me. I needed more than those fingers. His hard cock on the inside of his pants passed through my mind. Would it be so bad if he just gave me what I wanted? I knew that it was against everything he was suppose to do, but I felt a deep pain in my body. A pain that only my doctor could fix.
"Yes, I am."
He lifted himself and walked toward the door, his eyes never leaving my exhausted body. He cracked it open and spoke outside, "Mrs. Wood?" I could hear my mother stomping down the hallway.
"Yes, Dr. Hard?" A hint of worry in her voice. I'm sure a host of images were running through her mind, probably not as nice as the ones in mine.
"Turn up the heat." He was about to close the door when my mother placed her body against it, her eyes searching the room.
"How is everything going?"
"Everything is going well. We will be done shortly." With that he pressed his shoulder against the door and closed it. He turned the lock on the knob, his attention back on me. A few seconds later, I heard the heater turn on with a clank and hot air rolling through the vents.
"How does that feel now?" He adjusted the seat back between my legs, his hands falling on the inside of my thighs. His touch felt more normal with every second that passed.
"Much better." My chest heaved as my heart pumped blood down to my pussy. All attention was on deck and sending it down to my most needed area. The knot in my stomach took hold as his fingers settled on my mound.
"Good," he whispered as his head went down between my legs. I closed my eyes, his silhouette between my legs. There was no use of having them open, not when I could no longer see his face. Instead, I needed to concentrate on feeling him.
For a few moments, it was only his touch that I could feel on my pussy. The touch that had brought me to the over the edge only minutes before. I wanted him to hurry and take me already. I needed to plant the seed of my own for him to give maybe me the attention I deserved.
"What's next doctor?" The was the only thing I could think of asking.
"I'm going to have to do an internal examination." He seemed to put a hard emphasis on internal. An image of the speculum loomed in my mind. I had read about them on the internet and how they were integral to the procedure. At the time, I didn't think that I could take that by myself. Now, I reminded myself that he was going to take care of me. He was going to be gentle with me, just like the soft touch of his fingers.
I felt his hot breath on my clit as his fingers moved through the middle of my pussy, pushing my wet flaps apart. At the entrance of my channel, he teased me for a bit. It felt like teasing, but for all I knew he was just completing a necessary part of the examination. I eased down trying to force himself inside of me, not wanting to be teased any longer.
"Please sit still," his rugged voice traveled up my body and to my ears. Like hell, I could sit still as his fingers prodded, felt, and teased at my entrance. With all of his medical background, he should know how a young girl would feel with anyone's touch at their pussy.
"I can't," I answered. Frustrated that he didn't want to take me with his hand. I couldn't make it more straightforward than this. I was giving myself so easily, and he outright refused me.
"I know its hard, but you must try harder. It's only going to get worse from here on." With that final word, he drove his fingers inside of me. My mouth opened wide and I wanted to moan out, but my vocal cords were already gone. He went in and out of me feeling up every part of my insides, until he hit the spot. At the little spot right on my stomach, he continuously hit like a button on his phone. The tension mounted like nothing before, stars dancing on the outside of my vision. There was no way I was going to sit still for this. He was right that this was going to get much harder.
I rocked my body to the side and closed my legs, but his fingers didn't leave. The wet sloshing of my pussy filled the room as his other hand rested and grabbed at my bottom. I pushed my head into the bed as he pressed his body onto me, sending his fingers further. I bit into the cushion of the bed, wishing that he would just pull down his pants and dive inside of me with his cock.
"I'm going to cum," I muttered as I came up for air. He didn't stop or say anything instead he replaced one of his fingers with two and pounded my pussy. The sloshing of my wet cunt grew powerful and thundering, soon it was the only thing I could hear. I gnawed and pulled until I felt the fabric of the bed rip. With one pull of his hand he was out and my body moved on its own accord. I shook and melted into the bed, letting the orgasm wash over me. This was more attention than I had ever given myself.
"Your internal examination is almost complete. It's crucial that you sit still for the next part." He wiped his sweaty forehead against his medical gown, which was no longer neatly pressed. He grabbed me by my waist and flipped me around, my back digging into the hole I left. He knelt and grabbed hold of the speculum. He positioned himself between my legs with his body, no longer needing his chair. Instead, he drove his shoulder against the inside of my thigh and pushed the other leg with his arm.
"This will all be over soon enough." He positioned the speculum at my entrance. I was surprised to see how easily it glided inside of me, stopping at its middle. His hand drifted down to the screws, and he turned them, taking pressure off my hips. As my pussy opened wide for him, I turned my head to the side and looking at my book covered wall. I didn't want to see him stretch my pussy wide open. I imagined his eyes looking deep inside, everything wide open for him. The embarrassment was too much for me to handle. I knew that it ok since he was my doctor, but that didn't mean I had to look at him doing his business.
"Almost done?" I whispered as I concentrated on the wall.
"Done," he answered back as the cold steel left my pussy. I closed my legs and waited for him to tell me I could go back outside. "You seem disappointed?"
"A little," I mustered out. There was one thing that I wanted from him. One thing that I was sure he couldn't give me since he was my doctor.
"Anything I can do?" His eyes glued on my pussy as he licked the bottom of his lip.
"Maybe." How was I going to let him know that I wanted him to fuck me? I wanted his big fat cock inside of me. I wanted his prick to pound me until my mother broke down the door to stop us.
"What is it, Hanna?" One hand rested on my stomach as the other moved my hair to the side.
"I wanted more."
"More of what?"
I knew that it was going to be a risky move, but I dove forward and planted my lips on his. His eyes opened wide and closed as his hands held my neck. I casted m
y tongue inside of his mouth and felt every nook and cranny, just how his fingers felt every part of my pussy. I pulled away and looked into those blue eyes of his, "You."
Nothing else had to be said as he dove his tongue inside of me, grabbing hold of my cheeks. A lustful thirst took hold of his body and his hand shot to my pussy. Gone was the careful and procedural part of his examination. Replaced was his lust for my pussy. I felt the bulge in his pants and wanted nothing more than to take him. To thank him for today.
I lifted my sore body from the bed and unzipped his pants, hand digging for his hard cock. With my head next to his cock, I could see that his pants were littered with wet spots. Wet spots that he had been trying to hide since the examination started. It affirmed that he wanted this just as much as I did.
At the helm of his cock, beads of pre-cum dripped down his shaft. I started from the bottom and picked every bit of his flow with my tongue. It had a tangy, salty taste, but it didn't stop me from going further. I jammed his cock down my throat as he placed his hands on my head. I tried my best to take him whole. After a couple more thrusts onto his cock, my throat began to hurt as the mixture of saliva and pre-cum dripped down my neck.
"I can't take this anymore." He pulled back on my hair and threw me onto the bed. He lifted my gown over my head and grabbed my breasts. He kneaded them in his hand as he positioned his hips between mine. As he grabbed hold of my breasts, he pushed his cock inside of my tight untraveled path. I moaned out as he stretched me out. He was thicker and longer than any of my fingers.
My feet rested on his shoulders as he stroked inside of me. I gripped the sides of the bed, doing my best not to scream his name out in joy. His hands left my breasts and rested on my hips as he pumped harder. My tits bounced around, and I replaced his hands with mine. I needed at them as my muscles contracted with every pump of his hips. I rolled my eyes into the back of my head and welcomed the darkness, it let me focus on the feeling of his pulsating cock.
*Knock Knock*
Dr. Hard didn't stop. He continued to thrust inside of me as the knocking on the door continued. I could tell by the hard expression on his face that there was no going back.
"Dr. Hard, is everything ok in there?" My mother's voice rang outside the door. I did my best to keep myself quiet, knowing that any moan would give away our pleasure.
He didn't answer. I knew that my mother would break down this door any second. She hated when she didn't get the answer she wanted. And as far as she was concerned no answer wasn't what she wanted to hear.
"Dr. Hard?" The pounding on the door got louder, almost as loud as the doctor's balls clacking against my bottom.
He slowed down a bit, letting his cock slide and enter my channel. "We're Almost done, Mrs. Wood."
"What was that noise?" My mother pressed on. I'm sure she knew that something was going on. At this point, we were both fighting against time.
"I dropped one of my tools," he blurted out.
"It sounded more like moaning and grunting," my mother shot back at him. The panic set in his eyes, he knew that he was completely fucked.
"Sorry, Mom. The examination hurt more than I thought. He's almost done." I turned my attention to him. He nodded his head as he put all his weight on my body. It took all my willpower to not moan out and give us away.
"Alright, honey I'll be right outside this door if you need me."
"Th-Thanks, Mom." The rocking of our bodies was becoming too much for me to handle. "I'm going to cum," I whispered to him.
"Me too," he shot back at me. I felt his hard cock began to pulsate as his body grew rigid. He stiffened like a piece of wood, only his hips still thrusting. His face began to contort and make all weird expressions. Warm hot liquid shot inside of me, a look of surprise crossed both of our faces. In the heat of passion, we had forgotten to use protection.
He pulled his cock out of my as my pussy quivered from the onslaught. The rest of his seed shot into my stomach as his body began to relax. It was too late the damage had already been done. I could feel his semen running down my aching pussy. I'm sure it wouldn't be too bad being a mother? At least I would have a successful doctor to carry me, was the first thought that popped inside of my head.
"Don't worry about that," he mumbled as he tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped up. With two of his finger, he pushed the semen back inside of me and wiped it on my bare sweaty skin.
"Will you take care of me?" That was the only thing that I cared about. I wanted to make sure that he wasn't going to run away from his baby and me.
"Of course, love." He smiled and ran his fingers down the side of my body.
'Love?' That word sunk into my body, taking hold of my heart. He planted a light kiss on my lips and my forehead.
"Thank you, love," I answered back. A warm feeling spread throughout my body. With that, I knew that no matter what we would get through everything together. We shared something that few patients and doctors experienced. That something was a little thing called Love.
THE END
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Book 6: Resort Doctor
Chapter 1
I stretched my arms wide as if I was reaching for low hanging ripe fruit from a tree. My back pushed into the seat as the waves splash outside my vision. I couldn't believe that I was finally here. I had wanted to go on a vacation for as long as I could remember. I wasn't here by myself as I wanted, my parents wouldn't let me enjoy spring break on my own.
"Gracie, can you pass the suntan lotion?" Mom extended out her hand like a beggar looking for any piece of change you could throw at him.
"Sure thing, Mom."
I'll admit that this wasn't an ideal vacation for me. I tried everything I could think of to convince them that they would hate coming to spring break vacation. Told them there would be drunk kids everywhere and loud music all night. Unfortunately, that backfired on me, and it convinced them even more to come. Their words still echoing in my head, "No daughter of mine is going to give herself away to some random kid on vacation." I couldn't even get laid if I tried.
The first semester of college had been a dud. My plan of setting the world on fire by going to parties and drinking was put on hold. First-semester classes were harder than I assumed. Coasting through high school did me no good for college. Having to study and doing the readings was foreign to me. I thought maybe going abroad during spring break, after hearing all of the wild stories, would increase my chances of loosening up and enjoying myself. How wrong I was.
Now all around me were college kids getting hammered and hooking up, while my parents watched over me like a hawk. I wasn't allowed to make a move out here without their approval. Going to the bathroom? Check with parents and give estimated time back. It was a vacationers worst nightmares. At least I could sit beach side and get rid of my white skin, that's the only thing that didn't seem to need their approval.
I knew that by the end of the vacation I would be covered in freckles, my pasty skin didn't do well in this weather. I had to apply at least two coats of sunscreen every hour; even that wasn't enough to bake me as red as a ripe apple. With mother and father at both of my sides, I wouldn't be able to sneak away, unless they accompanied me. Although, I couldn't move there was a lot of eye candy for me to admire.
The college had its fill of manly hunks walking around except most of them were covered in clothes. Out here the less clothing you had on, the more attention you get from the opposite sex. The boys walked around in their speedos, dangling their manhood around for the ladies to behold. The man with the best equipment seemed to manage the best with the drunk girls that just wanted to drink, fuck, and moan the night away. It always got awkward around bedtime, when everyone was outside partying, and parents wanted to crash at ten at night.
"Honey, why don't you go in the water?" Mom tilted her extravagant sunglasses down. The glasses had brown wings coming out f
rom the ends with a fake sapphire at the tip of each wing; they weren't exactly trendy.
"Maybe later. I just want to enjoy the sun." That was a partial truth. I had laid eyes on one of the most handsome men I had ever seen. I wasn't going to break my focus now, especially when he was walking my way.
With each step he hammered into the sand, women's head began to turn. He had to be the most muscular man by at least two-fold, he would probably put Arnold to shame. His heavily oiled body glossed as the rays hit him, he must have looked like a glowing star from far away. His arms were the size of my waist and each sway left the muscles intimately flexing as if getting ready for a curl. His thighs were covered in specs of sand that stuck to his sunscreen body. Of course, he was wearing a speedo that displayed his package at full. His cock had to be at least seven to eight inches long and two or three wide. It seemed glued to the side of his thigh, each move of his leg brings it into better focus.
All the things that I could do to that man if someone let me. He would probably break me in half if he put that monstrosity in me. At least, my first and last fuck would be something that would break my world.
I covered my legs with the beach blanket, my parents were well asleep. It had been ages since I had anytime of my own, even my bedroom time was monitored. Spending this vacation with them reminded me why I went to the furthest college possible.
As he passed his ripped backside came into view.
I couldn't help and bite at my lip as I imagined digging my nails into it as he pushed his cock into me. His bronze gleaming skin resting next to my head as pushed his body onto me. He would take me gracefully and stretch my pussy out like nothing before. The damage I had done with my fingers would be nothing compared to the onslaught each thrust of his hips would do. I'd moan out in pleasure and he would cup my mouth, letting my shrieks hit against his damp palm. His blue sapphire eyes would stare at me with such intensity refusing an orgasm from within would be futile. Satisfied with his power over me his hands would move down my body, kneading at my breasts.
