Doctor White's Baby: BWWM Forbidden Medical Pregnant Fertile Erotica
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Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Teaser
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
Come Again
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DOCTOR WHITE’S BABY
N.J Ross
This book may not be reproduced or used in any manner without the express written permission of the copyright holder. This story contains explicit content that is intended for adult audiences only. All characters involved in sexual situations are 18 years of age or older. Copyright © 2015 N.J Ross. All rights reserved. Based on ‘The Doctor’s Orders’ by Kimberley Clarke, with full permission. Cover Image © Studio1One, bigstockphoto.com; netfalls, depositphotos.com. Logo Image © photochatree, bigstockphoto.com.
‘I bet you think being Senior Doctor of a successfully surgery, I can have everything I want in the world, don’t you, Chika?’
I couldn’t help cringing slightly at my name. It sounded kind of weird when, up until now, I didn’t even realize he knew my name.
‘Well there’s one thing I’ve always wanted,’ he said, staring at my naked body, ‘that I’ve never had.’
CHAPTER ONE
I’ll never forget the smell of Doctor White’s Surgery. It was the smell of antiseptic and air-conditioning, like the air had been filtered through a factory that made disinfectant. I’m amazed to say that I’d loved the smell. Way more than I’d loved the work, to be honest.
I know it doesn’t sound like being a receptionist at a doctor’s surgery would be the hardest job in the world, but I’ve never been very good at any job. I’d burned the burgers at the greasy fast-food restaurant last summer; I’d accidentally shredded $5,000 worth of credit card information at the car dealership; I’d set a record for the number of drinks spilled in one week while I worked at the bar.
So when the older, senior receptionist had given me ‘that look’ today, after I had to ask a few too many times where the files should go and how we enter patients’ details, I could feel that sinking feeling kicking in again.
To be honest, I was sick of people telling me I was doing the wrong thing. It’s weird. I was only eighteen, but I felt like I’d already lived a thousand lifetimes. And yet I felt like I hadn’t learned a thing. I was just a crazy young black girl with a bad attitude, and no talent whatsoever. When would I ever just grow up? Sometimes I wished I never had to…
So obviously the solution to all my troubles was to work at a doctor’s surgery - at least I’d be near people with proper careers, even if mine was going nowhere. When I told my dad though, he just didn’t seem to care. I can’t remember the last time he told he was proud of me.
It wasn’t a glamorous job. In fact, it mostly involved greeting patients and making notes. It was about as much responsibility as I felt I could handle. Some days, even that was too much.
At the end of each day, it was my job to walk around the entire surgery, after everyone else had gone, to make sure everything was secure and empty. So far it was the part of the day I’d enjoyed most, because it didn’t involve people. The more time you spent around people, the more likely you were to get told off.
I tended to panic as well, felt as though they were always judging me, waiting for me to make a mistake. And that, of course, made me almost certain to fuck up!
It was much better, then, that I didn’t speak to anyone at work. Especially the boss, Doctor White. He was so hunky and so smart, that I had to avoid looking at him even. He was totally hot, and seemed too young to be a Senior Doctor. So, I spent most of the day being as quiet as I could be.
Actually, my favorite part of work, the only part that made me feel happy, was checking the playroom.
The playroom was so cool! Painted bright colours with little chunky pieces of plastic furniture and crates and boxes absolutely full with crayons, toy trucks, dolls and countless other treasures. There was a blackboard on one wall where the kids could scrawl whatever they felt like in different colored chalk, leaving tiny little dusty hand-prints all over the place.
Because we were one of the biggest surgeries in the country, the playroom was necessary. It was somewhere convenient for patients to leave their children, and made sure that the waiting area was much less stressful for our chronically ill patients. Lots of people loved bringing their children here - we were told often by patients that the playroom was the main reason that they’d chosen our practice.
During the day, the playroom was chaos. Full of crying and laughing and running around and shrieking.
At night, though, after the kids had gone home - that’s when I felt an attraction to it.
I’d walk past, with my jangling bunch of keys, smiling through the windows at the pictures made with potato stamps, finger-paints, macaroni pieces. It all looked so simple and fun in there.
And also - the smell was wonderful. Like baby powder and innocence. I couldn’t walk past without taking in a great big lungful of it.
In fact, I liked it so much, that one day, I couldn’t help but push down on the door handle, and step inside.
CHAPTER TWO
Inside, the room felt magical. It made me want to be small again. I looked at the window behind me, to check nobody was coming - but of course they weren’t. It was almost seven. People had gone back to their spouses and dinners and televisions and children, and the place was perfectly empty.
I dropped slowly to my knees and felt the rough carpet against my kneecaps. Then I placed my palms on it too, tracing the crayon scribbles with my fingertips, marveling at the mess children are allowed to make. I crawled forwards a little, enjoying the rough sensation of the floor on my hands and legs.
I put my nose to the floor, and my cheek, and felt the scratchy pile of the surface. There were a set of big wooden blocks next to me, and, feeling weirdly relaxed and happy, I picked them up. I made a stack of four of the blocks, and then smacked them with my hands, sending them flying across the room. I let out a little laugh. I don’t know why, but I felt so at peace all of a sudden.
I thought about how simple life had been when the day’s main objective was to make a tower of blocks and then knock them down. I let out a little contented sigh and then gathered up the blocks, remembering my adult responsibility to keep things tidy. There was no going back to being a kid any more, much as I might want it sometimes.
Just as I was gathering up the blocks, there was a creak behind me.
Someone had opened the door.
I sat down and looked back. Standing over me, was a doctor. Hang on, no, it wasn’t just ‘a doctor’, it was Dr. White. The big boss. The head honcho. The guy who’s name was on the building.
Dr. White was tall, probably in his mid to late thirties, and he was utterly gorgeous. His skin was tanned and his thick hair was shot through with noble streaks of silver-gray. His intelligent, green eyes were set off perfectly by a strong bone structure and big white teeth. He had the most beautiful laughter lines around his eyes, making him seem caring and happy. I’d seen plenty of female staff members turn to Jell-O in his presence.
This was by far the most powerful guy in my surgery.
And I’d never said so much as a word to him.
Yet now here I was, picking up some children’s playing blocks in front of him.
CHAPTER THREE
He looked at me for a long time, without saying a word. He put his hands in his pockets, staring into my eyes, and I didn’t dare move an inch. Would he fire me for this? Was playing with th
e children’s toys a sackable offense? It certainly made me look kind of crazy.
‘Well, well,’ said doctor eventually. ‘Looks like someone loves playing Baby.’
He knelt down beside me and brushed the hair back from my face. I shivered, but still didn’t speak.
‘What is it you want, baby?’ he asked. ‘You hungry? You running a fever?’
I swallowed. There was something about his voice. It could have sounded creepy, I guess, him saying these things, but actually it didn’t. It sounded warm and loving, somehow.
I liked being called baby too. So much nicer than ‘Chika’.
He put a hand on my forehead.
‘Ooh, baby’s burning up. Let’s have a look, shall we?’ he said, and reached for my belt buckle.
I said nothing, enjoying the sensation of his big, gentle hands on me.
‘Let’s have a good look at you.’
He pulled apart the leather strands of my belt, and then rolled me carefully onto my stomach, avoiding the blocks as he laid me down. He unzipped my dress at the back, and then I felt the stiff fabric of my skirt being pulled over my big black ass, down my thighs, running over the backs of my knees, until it was off completely.
I was lying there in just my stockings and panties, and for a moment, I wondered whether my doctor was going to spank me with my leather belt. I wasn’t sure whether he saw me as a naughty girl, or a sexy young woman. Or both. Whatever was happening, this had to be wrong. Very wrong.
But then I felt his coarse, manly hands on my black lace panties, and he was taking them off too.
My buttocks shivered in the cool air, and he ran his fingers over them, then I felt his warm breath, up close to me. I heard him inhale deeply; smelling me.
‘Oh yes,’ he said. ‘We need to check your temperature,’ he said. ‘This is going to feel a little cold.’
I heard him take something from his pocket and then I felt the thin, cold, metallic feeling of the end of a thermometer between my ass cheeks.
What the fuck! I don’t want a thermometer up there, I was thinking. But for some reason, I just stayed silent, waiting to see what he was going to do next.
‘Lie still now,’ he said soothingly. And then the cold metal tip of the thermometer pushed its way between the moist, parted lips of my dark little pussy.
I fought the urge to squirm, feeling the metal tip inside me. It was actually turning me on, feeling something so cool and hard entering me like that. I felt myself wanting to push down on it, to will it to enter me further. But before I could do anything, I heard a short series of beeps, and Dr. White removed the thermometer.
‘Basal body temperature seems a little elevated,’ Dr. White said behind me, sounding pleased. ‘Seems like someone might be ovulating right now.’
He ran his hand over my buttocks, soothing me. Every stroke seemed so full of care and attention, I didn’t want him to stop. He rolled me onto my back again, so I was looking up at the ceiling, and he knelt at my feet, pulling my legs gently apart from one another and dragging me, on my bare black ass, towards him.
He stared intently at my pussy for a long time, and then, keeping his eyes fixed on me, he took off his jacket, and hung it on the back of one of the tiny chairs at a nearby Crayola-covered table. He undid the buttons on the cuffs of his shirt, and then rolled up his sleeves.
CHAPTER FOUR
‘I bet you think being Senior Doctor of a successfully surgery, I can have everything I want in the world, don’t you, Chika?’
I couldn’t help cringing slightly at my name. It sounded kind of weird when up until now I didn’t even realize he knew my name.
‘Well there’s one thing I’ve always wanted,’ he said, staring at my pussy, ‘that I’ve never had.’
Anything, I thought, I’ll give you anything, Doctor.
‘It’s my wife…’ he began slowly. ‘She’s unable to…’ His fingers began exploring me. Playing with the pink lips of my pussy, stroking the soft, sensitive skin. I felt the cold band of his wedding ring brush my lips occasionally, and shivered with pleasure. ‘She’s unable to conceive.’
I’d seen his wife once or twice. A beautiful, tall blonde, with big, full breasts. What a shame Doctor White didn’t have any children with her. I knew he’d be a good daddy.
His finger, coated in the slick juices of my pussy, pushed inside me. I wondered what their sex was like - my doctor and his perfect wife. Probably extremely hot, extremely erotic, perfect sex. Her on top of him. Him on top of her. Her in front of him. What did he want with me?
He pushed another finger in, and began stroking my insides, in and out, stroking up and down the walls in long, beckoning movements, drawing yet more juice out of me, until it was dripping between my thighs, running down my ass crack.
‘You’re going to give me what I want, though, aren’t you, Chika?’ He looked deep into my eyes as his fingers plunged deep inside me. ‘I can see how much you love children.’ He looked at the blocks lying on the carpet beside me. ‘How playful you are. I think you’ll make an excellent mother.’
Suddenly, I became aware that Doctor White was undoing his pants. He knelt in front of me. His cock was big, pale and smooth.
Before allowing myself a moment to have a confidence crisis, or to question the ethics of what I was about to do, I hungrily lurched forward and wrapped my lips around Doctor White’s dick. I couldn’t help myself. It tasted earthy and salty and good. Doctor White started to push his cock in and out of my mouth as I sucked him, and I heard a small sigh escape his lips. ‘That’s good, Chika…’ he moaned. ‘But don’t get me too excited. I need to come inside that beautiful black pussy of yours.’
He pulled his long, curved cock out from between my lips, and placed it at the entrance to my other lips.
‘Oh god…’ I murmured.
Was I really about to do this? I didn’t have a coil, and I wasn’t taking the pill. What if I really did get pregnant? Is this really what Doctor White wanted? Is it what I wanted?
I grasped Doctor White’s shoulders, and pulled him into me, my eyes widening with shock at how big his penis felt, how hard and excited he was to be inside me.
Doctor White began circling my clit with the tip of his finger as he fucked me. ‘It helps with conception if we get you as excited as possible,’ he whispered. ‘The harder you cum, the better.’
I gasped at all the different sensations Doctor White was giving me, grabbing onto a tiny chair leg behind me, my legs shaking. I was desperately trying not to scream, in case anyone was still in the office.
When he saw my pleasure, my doctor thrust even faster. I felt the tip of his cock straining inside me. I knew, when I heard him let out a small gasp, that he was about to cum.
I felt one huge spurt of pleasure inside me as my doctor squirted his load right up into me, and feeling the throb of his cock made me cum too, the hardest I’d ever cum in my life. I completely lost my mind for a moment, and couldn’t help shouting out ‘Doctor!’
‘Fuck! Fucking hell, baby!’ he shouted - so loud that anyone could have heard.
Panting, my doctor pulled out his cock, and stared at my pussy, and then hard into my eyes. ’You’re a brave girl,’ he said, smiling. ‘You took my medicine exactly as prescribed.’ His hands slid across my stomach, as if feeling for the first signs of a new life being created in there.
And I know it sounds crazy to say it, but I could feel something fluttering inside me. Something that was part me, and part Doctor White. And something inside me just knew: I was going to be a model employee from now on. I was going to follow the doctor’s orders to the very last letter. Finally, I was going to be good at my job!
I guess I’d finally grown up.
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N.J Ross x
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