The Alpha Loves The Brat

by Allysa Mkermo

  I counted the hours, but lost count of the orgasms I screamed into my pillow. Thursday at 5:00pm couldn’t come soon enough.

  When my appointment finally arrived, I parked in the clinic’s lot and waited for the nurse to leave, as Dr. Marcos had instructed me to do. My hand was busy under my skirt, stroking and pulling at my clit as I watched her run for the bus, and then when I was sure that she had gone, I got out of my car and walked quickly to the clinic door. My pulse was racing and my pussy was throbbing in anticipation. I barely had to knock on the glass before the door opened under my hand.

  Dr. Marcos was there, devastatingly handsome as always, and I felt my mouth go dry.

  “I’m here for my appointment, Dr. Marcos.” I licked my lips and swallowed hard, trying to keep my shoulders back and my chest thrust out, showing off my tits.

  “Ah, Miss Morgan. We’ve been expecting you. I trust you’re prepared for today’s exam.” It wasn’t a question. I nodded.

  “Dr. Marcos, I’m sorry... who’s expecting me? I thought we would be alone...” I let my voice trail off, keeping my tone light but sultry. Dr. Marcos beckoned me inside and closed the door behind me.

  “I told you that your exam wasn’t over, Miss Morgan,” he led me firmly towards the exam room, his large hand tight on my hip, caressing the curve of my ass through my flimsy summer dress. I could feel my pussy getting wet as we walked. “I’ve told one of my colleagues about your health exam request, and asked for a second opinion.” I looked over my shoulder at him, the curve of a smile on my lips.

  “A second opinion?” We entered the exam room, and I saw a tray of dildos, sex toys, and medical tools arranged with surgical precision. I swallowed hard, my excitement growing with every step. These were all for me. A digital camera rested on the counter, and I could barely contain my eagerness to strip down and climb up on that cold metal table.

  But we weren’t alone in the room, another man I didn’t recognize, dressed in scrubs and a lab coat with a stethoscope looped around his neck was a stunning figure with broad shoulders, large hands with long fingers, and a gorgeous face; a blonde god in a white coat who was looking at me hungrily. I felt my knees growing weak with desire. All of my preparation had left me hungry for cock, and I had a feeling that all of my needs would be satisfied in short order.

  “Miss Morgan, this is Doctor Myers. Dr. Myers will be assisting me with your exam. I’m sure you’ll agree that this is in your best interest, after all... Doctor knows best.”

  I smiled and began to unbutton my dress.

  “Of course. Doctor knows best...”

  STORY TWELVE

  Chapter 1

  “A second opinion?” I wet my lips, as much in anticipation as with nervousness. Dr. Marcos watched me carefully, and laid a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

  “Not to worry, Miss Morgan. Doctor knows best, and we have your best interests at heart here.” His tone was warm and playful, and I began to feel more at ease, calling to mind what had happened during our last exam.

  As we entered the exam room, the fluorescent lights hummed and buzzed above us, and cast a greenish light over everything in the room. Clean and cold. A medical tray was positioned next to the exam table, upon which an array of dildos, sex toys, and medical tools were arranged with surgical precision. I swallowed hard, my excitement growing with every step. These were all for me. A digital camera rested on the counter; that was for me too. I could barely contain my eagerness to strip down and climb up on that cold metal table. I could feel a wetness growing between my thighs, and I bit down hard on my lips.

  But Dr. Marcos and I weren’t alone in the room. There was also another man I didn’t recognize standing quietly in the corner. He was dressed in dark grey scrubs and a lab coat with a stethoscope looped around his neck. He was a stunning figure with broad shoulders, large hands with long fingers, and a gorgeous face; a blonde god in a white coat who was looking at me hungrily. I felt my knees growing weak with desire. All of my preparation had left me hungry for cock, and I had a feeling that all of my desires would be satisfied in short order.

  “Miss Morgan, this is Doctor Myers. Dr. Myers will be assisting me with your exam. I’m sure you’ll agree that this is in your best interest, after all... Doctor knows best.”

  I smiled and began to slowly unbutton my dress.

  “Of course. Doctor Marcos. I trust you to know what’s best for me.”

  “Good. That’s what I want to hear, Miss Morgan. Now, Dr. Myers and I have been reviewing your file, and we’d like to do some new tests, just to be sure of our final verdict. Please, put your dress and your shoes in the corner when you are finished undressing. The table is ready for you.”

  I nodded and continued to unbutton my dress, taking my time, and making eye contact with Dr. Myers. I could see the bulge of his cock against his pants, and I yearned to free it from its cotton prison.

  “Miss Morgan, don’t waste our time.” Dr. Myers’ voice was cold, and clipped. Every syllable sent a shiver down my spine. I nodded demurely and dropped my eyes. My fingers worked feverishly at my buttons. Finally the dress puddled at my feet and I took it and my shoes over to the corner as instructed, leaving them in a neat pile. I clambered up onto the exam table and waited. I was at their mercy now.

  “Now, Miss Morgan, I trust that you found all of my instructions informative.” It wasn’t a question, but I felt compelled to answer.

  “Oh yes, Dr. Marcos, very informative. I want to be a good patient. I did everything you asked me to.” I heard the snap of a rubber glove, and the click of cold metal. My nipples pricked with the chill in the room and my fingers itched to touch my pussy.

  “Good. That’s good to hear, Miss Morgan. We're about to see how closely you followed my instructions. I have some specific things I want to catalogue, specific reactions that require special attention. That’s why I've invited Dr. Myers is here to assist me.”

  I couldn’t see his face, but I could see Dr. Marcos in my minds eye, and my pussy ached to be filled with his thick cock again. I wet my lips again, my tongue darting out quickly. I heard the snap of another rubber glove.

  “I need you to move back on the table now, Miss Morgan, that’s right. So your head is hanging back over the edge of the table. Good.” I lay there, my hair hanging down, holding on to the edges of the table. “That’s right, I want to examine the curve of your throat.” Dr. Marcos walked around the table until his crotch was level with my face. He stroked my throat with a gloved hand and I could feel my pulse rising as the latex glove slid across my flesh. An instant later, his fingers were in my mouth, stretching my lips and forcing my mouth open.

  His gloved fingers were in my mouth, and I tasted his latex coated fingers eagerly, sliding my tongue around his long digits, sucking on them hungrily.

  “Good. I see that you are eager to get started with the exam, Miss Morgan. Keep your hands on the sides of the table, Miss Morgan. I’m going to test your lung capacity.” His cock was free of his pants now, the head brushing against my lips. I opened my mouth, eager to taste the pre-cum shining on the tip of his massive cock, but he opened my mouth wider with his gloved hands, positioning my head just right to give him access to my open throat.

  Slowly he eased his thick cock into my mouth, until his full length was deep inside my throat. He held it there, stroking my neck and throat gently with his gloved fingers until my eyes started to water. He removed his cock just as slowly as he had slid it in, and I gasped for air like a fish out of water until he thrust it back in again. I gripped the table tightly, doing everything within my power not to disappoint him. He pulled his cock from my mouth a second time, but by now I was begging for it.

  “Please, fuck my throat, Dr. Marcos. Do it again, I want it, I want your hard cock down my throat.” My breasts heaved, and my blood was hot. I’d been waiting for this for days; I needed his cock. I heard Dr. Myers pick up the camera, and then Dr. Marcos’ rock hard member was deep in my throat again, sliding in and out e
ffortlessly. The flash went off, and I could feel my pussy quivering in excitement as Dr. Marcos praised me. Dr. Marcos pulled his cock from my throat one last time and I gasped in triumph, tears streaming down my face and into my hair.

  Dr. Marcos ran his gloved hands over my breasts, plucking and twisting at my already diamond hard nipples. I sighed with pleasure as he pinched and twisted them with expert fingers.

  “Slide back down the table now, Miss Morgan. Dr. Myers would like to examine you now. That’s right, heels into the stirrups.”

  I inched my way back down the cold table, my feet sliding as easily into the metal stirrups as they had on my first visit to the clinic. This time, however, my ankles were secured with soft straps to the cold metal. I gasped as they were tightened and then I felt a new pair of hands sliding down the flesh of my outer thigh.

  “Miss Morgan, I’m going to conduct a few reflex tests. Just react normally, and do your best not to move. I will instruct you when to move. If you disobey me, the test will have to be repeated. As many times as it takes, if necessary.” Dr. Myers’ voice was cold and silky, and I shivered with anticipation, wondering what his specialty would be.

  A red-hot zing of electric pain answered my question. I looked up to see a length of rubber tubing in Dr. Myers’ hands. He whipped my stomach again, lightly this time, and I shuddered with extreme pleasure. I had never experienced this type of sensation, and my body felt alive with desire.

  “Please, lay your head down, Miss Morgan.” I did as I was instructed and closed my eyes, giving myself over to the strange mixture of pleasure and pain. Dr. Myers whipped me again with the rubber tubing, and I gasped. After the first few zings, I was begging for more. Over and over he whipped me, varying the speed and force of the blows in accordance with my reaction. My stomach and thighs quivered with each gentle, teasing, stinging blow. I could hear Dr. Marcos’ pen scribbling notes furiously on the paper on his clipboard, recording my reactions.

  “Dr. Myers, I want your cock in my mouth while you whip me. Please. Please give me your cock.” I couldn’t help myself, I wanted more.

  Chapter 2

  “Miss Morgan, you will follow my instructions as I give them, or we will have to begin the test again.”

  I moaned in response, not wanting the delicious torment to end. He moved his way up and down my body, whipping with surgical precision every part of my torso. He flicked my breasts and nipples with measured snaps of the tubing, making me gasp in shock and pleasure with each blow. He had marked every part of my body, but had left my quivering pussy for last. When he finally walked around the table and positioned himself between my thighs, I could barely contain my pained cries for release.

  He started slowly, hitting the outer lips of my pussy with soft strokes of his rubber whips. Gradually his lashes increased in speed and ferocity until I could feel my pussy juices leaking onto the table. I gripped the table white knuckled, begging to be allowed to come. My pussy throbbed with pain and pleasure, but Dr. Myers kept his clinical pace, observing every reaction as Dr. Marcos made notes and murmured encouragement.

  Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any more, Dr. Myers stepped back, and Dr. Marcos was once again stationed between my thighs. I could feel his breath on my pussy as he leaned in to inspect Dr. Myers’ handiwork.

  “Ah yes, Miss Morgan, Dr. Myers has done an excellent job of preparing you for the next phase of the exam, I’m very pleased with your response to the tests thus far. You’re passing with flying colors, I can assure you.” A gloved finger teased the folds of my pussy. “Now, I want to be very sure that you’re ready for the next test, Miss Morgan. Do you think you’re ready?”

  My breath was shallow and fast, I wanted nothing more than to come all over his hands, and it was all I’d thought about for days now. I nodded.

  “Yes, Dr. Marcos. I’m ready. I’m so ready for you.” I felt his finger push deep inside me and I moaned with lust. He spread my pussy lips with his other hand and pushed first one latex coated finger, and then another, deep inside of me. I slid my ass down the table, opening my knees as wide as I could, loving the feel of his fingers as they fluttered around inside me.

  “Yes! Oh, god, Dr. Marcos!” I couldn’t help myself, I could feel my orgasm building deep inside me and then it broke, washing me with pleasure as Dr. Marcos slowly fucked me with his gloved fingers, his thumb rubbing rhythmically over my painfully swollen clit as I moaned and thrashed in the throes of ecstasy.

  “Very good, Miss Morgan. I can see you’ve been preparing yourself for today’s exam, but I’d like to get Dr. Myers’ opinion on a few of my previous findings. I think you’re ready for Dr. Myers now.”

  Dr. Marcos withdrew his fingers from my dripping pussy, and I gasped anew as Dr. Myers’ throbbing hard cock thrust into my pussy. I could feel my pussy lips stretching around his girth and I moaned throatily as he thrust powerfully into me.

  “What do you think, Dr. Myers? Is she as I described? Healthy, smooth, pliant and warm. The perfect specimen.” Dr. Myers grunted in response as he plunged in and out of my warm wetness.

  I felt a firm hand on my shoulder; Dr. Marcos had come around the table and he was standing behind me. His hand caressed my shoulder, and moved up to my throat, tilting my head up so that I could have the perfect view of Dr. Myers fucking me. He held my chin firmly, and thrust the fingers that had been buried in my pussy into my mouth. I sucked my pussy juice of his fingers hungrily as I watched Dr. Myers pounding me.

  My head swam with desire, and I could feel another orgasm building - with Dr. Marcos’ fingers in my mouth and Dr. Myer’s rock hard cock pounding my pussy, I was on the verge of another massive orgasm. Dr. Marcos held me firm as my climax rocked my body and I bucked on the table, my pussy tightening around Dr. Myers’ massive cock. I could hear Dr. Myers groan as my pussy flexed around his girth.

  I slumped against Dr. Marcos, moaning with release as Dr. Myers pulled his dripping cock from my throbbing pussy.

  “Good. Very good, Miss Morgan. We’ve almost come to the end of your exam.” He laid me back on the table, and resumed his position between my thighs. “This next portion will require you to relax. I can see that you have been very diligent with your preparations. I’m very pleased with your progress so far.” Dr. Marcos was stroking my pussy lips with delicate fingers, and I could feel a gentle pressure against my asshole. “Are you ready for the next exam, Miss Morgan?”

  “Oh yes, yes.” I moaned in emphatic agreement. I heard the squirt of lube, and I tried to relax as the pressure I felt became a slippery penetration when Dr. Marcos slid two fingers inside my ass. I groaned with pleasure as he slid them in and out, slowly, teasing me until he slid a third finger inside and increased the speed of his hand motions. I cried out with the ecstasy of the sensation - the slippery coldness of the lube mixed with the rubbery warmth of his gloved fingers drove me wild and it was all I could do not to push my ass towards him; to make him fuck my ass harder and faster with those long, slender fingers.

  “Dr. Marcos, please, I want your thick cock in my ass! I can’t wait any longer.” I’d become an absolute madwoman. I’d been lusting after this moment since I’d left the clinic the other day, I’d thought about it ten times over since I’d seem him last. Dr. Marcos removed his fingers from my ass and I moaned as I felt suddenly empty. But then, I felt that gentle pressure on my asshole again, and I gasped.

  “I think your ass is ready for me, Miss Morgan. I’m very pleased that you came so prepared to today’s exam.” I felt the full length of his cock slide easily up my ass and I cried out at the amazing sensation of it. Dr. Marcos groaned as he buried his length deep inside my hot cavity.

  “Yes, Miss Marcos, you’re so hot and tight around my cock. These are exactly the results I was hoping for.”

  His hands clamped down on my hips and he began to thrust in and out of my ass, slowly as first, so I could feel every inch of his cock as it disappeared inside me and then faster and harder until I was groaning a
nd writhing with pleasure. I was so close to coming. Dr. Marcos could feel my ass tightening around his cock, and he slid two fingers into my pussy and began to rub my clit with his thumb. I screamed out my orgasm as Dr. Myers took photo after photo after photo of Dr. Marcos fucking my ass and I loved every minute of it, of being on display for their own personal collection of pornography.

  The cold table under my back, my throbbing, aching pussy - it all seemed like something out of a dirty movie, but everything was clean and shining and cold and I was getting my brains fucked out by two of the hottest men I’d ever seen. Dr. Marcos pulled his cock out of my ass, and Dr. Myers took his place between my thighs.

  With a quick movement, Dr. Myers picked up a set of anal beads from the medical tray beside the table. I watched with wide eyes as he coated them with lube, and the moaned loudly as he eased them gently, one by one into my asshole.

  “I see what you mean, Dr. Marcos. She is a delicious specimen, I could make a meal out of her myself.”

  With that, his tongue began darting in and out of the folds of my pussy, mercilessly teasing and sucking at my painfully swollen clit as I ran my hands through his blond hair and urged him to probe deeper and deeper with his long tongue. As he licked and sucked, Dr. Myers inserted one of his fingers deep into my soaking pussy, reaching far enough to touch that elusive soft spot that made me cry out in surprise. I had never had a G-spot orgasm, but Dr. Myers was stroking it with medical precision. He bore down hard on my clit, sucking and nibbling at that hard nugget until I was begging for release.