by Eva Luxe
“What’s there to tell?” she asks. “That you write really hot sex scenes? That you’re the modern-day Anais Nin?”
I just stare at her panic stricken until she says, “Don’t worry EJ, I won’t tell anyone. Pinky swear.”
She holds out her pinky to me and it takes me a minute to realize I’m supposed to grasp onto it and shake. So, I do, and it feels strange to have a friend.
“Ladies,” Dr. Calvert says again. “Unless you’re demonstrating a mating dance of early evolutionary cave women, we are not interested. If I must ask you to settle down one more time, you’ll have to stay after class and talk about what’s so interesting that you can’t listen to my lecture.”
“Yes, Sir,” I say, and Diana says, “Yes, Professor,” while looking at him as if he can scold her anytime.
The look he returns reminds me of the one that Dr. Monroe gives me, and reminds me of how excited I am to see him soon. My panties are already wet, and I can’t wait until he takes them off me like he promised to do.
Diana and I quiet down as requested, but she writes a note in the blank space on my piece of paper that’s full of dirty fantasies— and now some realities— involving Dr. Monroe.
Dr. Calvert can keep me after class any time, it says. I’m sure he’ll have a lot to teach me.
I smile at her, being careful not to say anything. I don’t want to be publicly called out by Dr. Calvert again, even though it’s not my worst fear. That would have been my most terrifying nightmare in the past, but today I’m feeling particularly brave.
More importantly, I don’t want to spill my guts to Diana. I don’t want anything to ruin what I have going with Dr. Monroe. So, although I feel tempted to write her back, I don’t. I only think it in my head.
I know exactly how you feel. But, lucky me— my lessons start as soon as class gets out.
Chapter 20 – Elizabeth Jane
I'm back in Dr. Monroe's office, even more excited than I was the first time I was here. And I'm very glad my mom didn't try to follow me in this time. She knows better. Dr. Monroe set her straight.
Alone in the office, I take off my shirt and shiver. It's cold in here, but I also suddenly feel nervous. Dr. Monroe had told me to strip down to my underwear this time, and I want to obey his orders. But once I take off my bra and jeans, I feel silly just sitting here nearly naked.
What if someone other than Dr. Monroe were to come in?
The thought both excites me and terrifies me. I feel as if Dr. Monroe commanded me to take off my clothes and wait for him as some sort of challenge.
I look over to the examination table and notice a sheet folded up on top of it. It's a real, full sized sheet— not one of those white paper ones I'm used to putting on my lap.
I lie down on the table and cover up my entire body with the sheet. I feel like I'm at a massage therapist's office instead of a doctor's office.
I barely have time to pull it over me, though, before the door opens up, without anyone having knocked first.
"Elizabeth Jane," Dr. Monroe says, coming into the room and shutting the door behind him. "It's nice to see you again."
"It's nice to see you too, Doctor," I tell him.
I don’t even try to hide the fact that I’ve been anxiously anticipating it since the last time we were together. And from the look on his handsome face, I can tell the feeling is mutual.
I start to sit up, but he holds up a hand.
"No need," he says, smiling. "Just lie back and relax."
He walks over to the side of the bed and peeks under the sheet.
"I see you've obeyed my orders," he says.
He puts his hand under the blanket and squeezes my thigh. I automatically open my legs a bit wider for him. His fingers travel over my panties and I know he can feel how wet I am for him under the fabric.
Just then, the door opens again, and this time I know it's not Dr. Monroe. I jump, but he keeps his hand firmly on the outside of my panties, and taps my folds gently with two fingers, as if to tell me not to worry.
"Dr. Stanton," he says, "I'm with a patient."
To my surprise, he slides his finger under my panties and begin touching the naked flesh of my pussy. His finger travels up and down my folds, feeling the soaking wet evidence of my desire for him.
"I can see that," Dr. Stanton says, raising his eyebrows in suspicion. "I was going to tell you that I'm headed out for the day. I have the meeting with the investors, remember?"
From the tone of his voice I can tell this is serious. From his expression I can tell he doesn't know if Dr. Monroe knows just how serious it is.
"Good luck," Dr. Monroe says, thrusting a finger deep inside me.
With Dr. Stanton in the room, Dr. Monroe finger fucks me. It takes everything within me not to moan in pleasure or cry out in astonishment. I also have to stop myself from moving my hips to meet Dr. Monroe's rhythm.
"I just wanted to let you know that from what he said on the phone, we have about a month," Dr. Stanton says.
Dr. Monroe nods, as if casually saying goodbye to Dr. Stanton. But from the way his fingers stop plowing their way through my pussy, I can tell he's taken note of the fact that they have a month— whatever that means. It's obvious that it's an important detail.
Dr. Stanton nods back, and then nods at me. I do my best to nod back to him, even though I just want him to leave so that Dr. Monroe can finish what he's started.
Finally, Dr. Stanton glances one more time at me and then at Dr. Monroe and leaves the examination room. As soon as Dr. Stanton shuts the door behind him, Dr. Monroe furiously thrusts two fingers in and out of me.
"That was a close call, my little Elizabeth Jane," he says.
I like the way he says "my."
"We'd better continue this examination," he continues.
"Yes, Doctor."
He is standing right beside the examination table and he's wearing scrubs. I can see his obvious bulge protruding from underneath them, as if waiting for me to make him feel as good as he's made me feel.
He sees me looking at him and suddenly reaches out and grabs my hand. Then he guides it to his cock and lets it rest there. I grab onto it and it rises gratefully in my hand.
"Have you ever touched a man's cock, Elizabeth Jane?" Dr. Monroe asks.
His hand returns to my pussy and squeezes it, holding it possessively as if he never wants to let it go.
"No, Doctor," I tell him, looking up into his eyes.
I pull out his cock from the opening in his pants and my eyes widen at how large it is. I'm not sure if it will fit in my mouth, let alone my pussy.
"Take my cock in your mouth now, my little Liz."
I nod, ready to do whatever he wants me to do. I’m hoping it leads to him finally taking my virginity.
Chapter 21 – Derek
I look down at her, my little Elizabeth Jane, so willing— no, eager— to take my cock in her mouth, and I wonder how I'm ever going to be able to restrain myself.
I've got to fucking stop this, I think, but as her lips meet the tip of my cock I realize there is no stopping it. I'm maintaining control, but just barely.
I can't believe Dr. Stanton walked in on us. He must have known I'm up to something, because he never trusts me. His message to me about our new business partners’ meeting in a month's time was a warning signal that I need to be good for a month.
Just a month. That's all it will take and then our practice will be merged and we'll be even richer than we already are now. Filthy fucking rich. We make billions as it is, with all of our family practice offices across the country, but because of this merger we'll make even more.
As long as I don't blow it. But Elizabeth Jane is about to blow me, and even though I know the risks, I don't want to stop.
I push my cock further into her mouth and she licks the head of it while moving her hand up and down along the shaft. She's really good at this for not ever having done it before, and I know it's because she's fucking into me. As in, emo
tionally, not just physically.
Usually the realization that feelings are involved on the woman's part would make me kick her out of my bed— or in this case, office, although this is the first time I've ever been stupid enough to do this during an exam— but now with Elizabeth Jane, everything just feels different.
I'm not ready to admit to myself that there are feelings involved on my part too. I just know that I'm not interested in kicking her out of my bed, my office, or my life. I'm interested in keeping my cock in her mouth— and her presence in my vicinity— for as long as possible. And that's something I can't say about any other woman I've been with.
She sucks my cock until I can barely take it anymore. I shove it all the way down her throat and she gags a bit but continues to suck.
I play with her clit, making her moan as she sucks on me. I feel her wetness dripping all over me as she moves her hips around and says, "I'm coming, Dr. Monroe."
"Come for me, Elizabeth Jane."
I look down at her fluttering eyelashes and smell the scent of spring weather mixed with the pungent but sweet smelling odor of her pussy spread wide open for me.
"I love how you look so young and innocent but underneath you're my very own little slut," I tell her.
"Dr. Monroe," she groans, completely giving into her orgasm as I twist her nipple with one hand and thrust my fingers deep into her wet pussy with the other.
My cock throbs and pulses in her mouth and I don't want to let myself come yet. There's only one place I want to do that.
I pull out a condom from the pocket of my lab coat and tell her, "It's time to complete my exam now, Elizabeth Jane. Are you ready?"
She smiles up at me as I take my cock out of her mouth.
"I thought you'd never say that," she replies. "And I've never been more ready."
Chapter 22 – Elizabeth Jane
I can't believe I just gave someone a blowjob, and I can't believe that someone was my family practice doctor. I'm so glad my mom made me come see Dr. Monroe to make sure I'm still a virgin, but I'm even more glad that he's going to make sure I'm not by the time he gets done with me.
"You still have your panties on," he says, his large cock hanging out in front of my face.
It felt amazing to suck on it even though my throat is rather sore because his cock was so big when it was crammed down into me.
“You obviously need help taking them off.”
He takes the sheet off of me and slides the front of my panties over, so that I’m completely exposed to him.
“I’m glad I can see this entire perfect, never before penetrated pussy,” he says. “It's so fucking pretty."
Then he gets closer and says, “Elizabeth Jane, spread your legs like the slut I know you want to be for me.”
I obey, spreading my legs wide, so that one is on each end of the examination table. He leans in to peer closer.
“Let me see up close what happens when I touch you,” he says, inserting a finger into my folds and then pushing it into my wet, aching hole.
He pushes once, twice, enough to make me feel a strong twinge of desire, as if I could orgasm again already.
He pinches and pulls my clit and my hole and says, “This pussy is mine. I am going to pound it, stretch it and claim it as my own. I’m going to take it for your very first time.”
Then he takes his finger out and shows me my juices that are dripping off his fingers, as well as running down out of my pussy.
“Very nice,” he says. “Now stand up, Elizabeth, so that I can take your panties off. I need you to be completely naked.”
He takes off his own doctor’s coat and shirt, revealing a tribal tattoo on his toned, muscular chest. He is as handsome underneath his clothes as I thought he would be, and my pussy drips even more for him.
I stand up, getting down from the examination table, and Dr. Monroe immediately says, “Now turn around so that I can see you from the back.”
I do so, and he walks up behind me and starts to take my underwear off. They fall silently to the floor and now I am completely naked.
“Bend over on the table, please,” Dr. Monroe instructs, and I do.
“Spread your legs wide and stick your perfect ass up in the air for me,” he commands.
I do it.
“This subject is the perfect example of a healthy, fertile young woman,” he says, into his recorder.
He spreads my ass cheeks and then the lips of my pussy wide open. It turns me on to know that he can see all the way inside me.
“You like to show your body off to me, don’t you?” he asks me.
I nod.
“I can’t hear you, Elizabeth Jane.”
“Yes, Dr. Monroe.”
“Now I’m going to certify that you are a virgin,” he says. “So that I can report back to your mother.”
He inserts a finger into my pussy while I’m still bent over onto the table and spread open all the way, for him to see everything that he wants to see.
“The innermost part of Elizabeth Jane’s pussy is very tight and closed,” he reports to the recorder. “I am seeing for myself what a virgin feels like, and this is it.”
I say nothing while he plays with me for a minute.
“I need to stretch out her tight little pussy a little more just so that she will be ready for her very first cock,” Dr. Monroe says.
I drip even more for him because I know that he means his cock. He puts another finger inside me and pulls and stretches my pussy wide open.
As if reading my mind, Dr. Monroe adds, "Mine is very big and might be too much for this virgin pussy to be able to take."
“Ouch!”
His fingers hurt my pussy as they stretch it wide open. I can’t help but cry out in pain.
“Now, now, Elizabeth Jane,” says Dr. Monroe. “This is all for a good cause. Just relax and follow my orders and I promise you you’ll feel good. I have a very big cock so you have to get used to my fingers inside you before we move on to that next step. It will feel good for me as well, to take your little virgin pussy as my own.”
Once two of his fingers are fully inside my pussy, he pokes, prods and pushes around inside me and I realize that he’s right. It feels very good. I moan, leaning back further so that his fingers can get further in.
“You like this, don’t you?” asks Dr. Monroe. “You like when I finger- fucked you with two fingers at the same time?”
I moan and say, “Yes, Doctor.”
“You’ve never had anyone do that to you before, have you?”
“No, Doctor,” I tell him.
I moan, feeling the pleasure rise up from my pussy and spread over my entire body.
“You once let another boy touch you down here, didn’t you?” he asks.
“Yes,” I admit, and then I feel a hard and quick spanking on my ass.
“Ouch!” I’m more offended than physically hurt, and my surprise temporarily quells my rising orgasm.
“You need to be disciplined, Elizabeth Jane. I’m not going to tell your mother but you need someone to take you over his knee and give you some good spankings, for letting someone else touch you first.”
He spanks me again, but this time I feel pleasure mixed with pain.
“Your body is mine and mine alone. I’m about to claim it. You can’t go sharing it with other men. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Doctor."
Whap.
He slaps my ass again and then he roughly squeezes one of my ass cheeks while he continues fingering my pussy.
Suddenly the pleasure returns and I let myself enjoy it all.
I do need to be disciplined, I think. I need this older man to put me in my place.
“Mmmm. Dr. Monroe,” I moan, whimpering under his spell as I come on his hand.
“That’s right. Let loose and get your pussy nice and wet and stretched out for me because I’m about to stick my big cock in it and give you your very first fuck.”
“This is for letting a boy touch you while oth
ers watched,” Dr. Monroe says, spanking me again. “And now this spanking is for letting me do what I want with you when I’m so much older and experienced than you are. And for enjoying how it feels to give in to me and being a naughty little slut for me.”
Whap, whap.
A slap falls on each of my ass cheeks, stinging in a way that would usually hurt, but I don’t even feel pain, just pleasure.
“Yes!” I cry, humping his fingers with my hips, squeezing my pussy tight around them so that I can completely feel everything.
“You’re being a dirty, naughty little slut for me,” says Dr. Monroe, spanking me again.
As he spanks me I cum again all his fingers., moaning and saying, “Yes, I’m your dirty naughty little slut, Doctor. Spank me. Spank me.”
“Yes, moan nice and loud so I have you on tape,” Dr. Monroe says. “I can tell how much you love being my slut."
So that’s it. He wants proof of how much I’m enjoying this, for his own pleasure. And I sure am giving him that proof, because I’m enjoying this so much I can’t help but cry out for more.
At first, I feel a bit violated at the thought of him recording the sounds I involuntarily make as he has his way with my body and primes me to take my virginity. But then I realize it's no different than the diary entries in which I write down my fantasies— and now real-life experiences— with Dr. Monroe.
He thrusts his fingers inside me even harder while I come, until I collapse on the examination table, breathing heavily. Then, much to my dismay, he removes his fingers.
“You weren’t kidding,” Dr. Monroe says. “You really do like to be fingered. You came a lot just from my fingers inside you. Now what are you going to do when it’s my cock?”
Chapter 23 – Elizabeth Jane
I sigh, exhausted from the way that Dr. Monroe slapped and fingered me after I sucked long and deep and hard on his cock. I'm still trying to catch my breath.
Without waiting for an answer to his question about what I'm going to do when he puts his cock— rather than just his fingers— inside me, he begins speaking into the recorder again. I'm glad because my only answer to that question is that I'm going to love it.
