She Does It His Way

by Jasmine Chaletra

  “After careful consideration, I think I can approve you for your trip abroad.”

  I couldn't help but laugh as I took the signed form from his hand. As his fingers touched mine, I whispered, “Thank you, Dr. Marcos.”

  All business again, Dr. Marcos looked me up and down, and I shivered a little with remembered pleasure as his eyes roamed over my body.

  “Miss Morgan, I didn’t say you were approved yet. I’ll be scheduling you for a follow-up exam later this week. There are some inoculations you’ll need to travel abroad. I’ll expect you back here on Thursday, and I also expect you to be prepared. The exam we did today was only the beginning, and I have a feeling you might need a few follow-up visits to ensure your complete fitness for your trip.”

  I stifled a gasp. Was this man actually going to hold me hostage - I needed this medical approval, and he was the only doctor I was going to be able to see to send off my application in time. I swallowed hard and nodded, all mirth gone.

  Dr. Marcos didn’t smile, but his eyes twinkled mischievously.

  “Thursday, Miss Morgan. Don’t be late, this next exam is integral to the approval process.” I looked down at the form he had handed me, the one I thought had been my approval form. Written on the paper in Dr. Marcos’ medical scrawl was a website address, and a password.

  “I expect you to follow the instructions on this form to the letter, and on Thursday we will conclude your exams. Now, I trust you’ll keep this all in the strictest confidence.” I nodded again and looked at him wide eyed. He smiled then, and a shiver rolled over my body as I remembered how good his thick cock had felt deep inside me. I had a whole day and night to think about what had happened today, and wonder what would happen on Thursday.

  He escorted me out of the exam room and let me out of the clinic. I wanted him to touch me, but he was professional and brusque, as though nothing had happened. I got into my car and sat there shuddering, my pussy throbbing deliciously, aching to be touched again. I wanted him inside me again.

  I definitely didn’t want to go on that date now. I pulled my phone out of my purse and with shaking fingers, I texted my date...

  something came up, can’t go out sry

  I didn’t even care if he would be angry or not, I had a sudden urge to go home and have a long hot bath... and I was dying to check out the website Dr. Marcos had given me. I raced home, my mind a flurry of memories and feelings and wondering what Dr. Marcos had meant by “I expect you to be prepared for your next exam.” I parked haphazardly and almost ran up the stairs to my apartment. I knew that my roommate was out for the night with her boyfriend.

  I dropped my stuff onto my bed and stripped out of my clothes. My red panties were soaked with my pussy juices, and I kicked them unceremoniously into the laundry basket. I wrapped myself in a silken robe, relishing the feel of the cool slick fabric against my skin. My nipples pricked from the cold, and I remembered the feel of Dr. Marcos’ fingers pinching them. I gnawed on my lip and tied the sash of my robe. With long strides, I went to the bathroom and started a bath. The hot water rushed over my fingers as I dumped Epsom salts and scented oils into the tub.

  Leaving the tub filling, I grabbed my laptop off my bed and pulled the sheet of paper Dr. Marcos had given me out of my bag. I typed the website into the search bar and a Dropbox folder opened - password encrypted. I entered the password Dr. Marcos had given me, and all of a sudden, folders appeared on my screen.

  Folders full of photographs. And instructions.

  My eyes widened as I scrolled through hundreds of photos of Dr. Marcos (I’d recognize that cock anywhere) and his patients... all of them beautiful women in the throes of ecstasy. I felt a slight prickle of jealousy. A thought snaked into my head. I wanted to be in these photos, I wanted to be in these positions - my lips and pussy stretched around his girth. I imagined him looking through these photos while he was alone in his house, stroking his cock and thinking about how it had felt to have his throbbing dick buried inside my hot pussy. I felt my sex quiver in anticipation, but I resisted the urge to slide my fingers inside. I crossed my legs tightly and continued to scroll through the photos. There were things I wanted to try, things I saw in the photos that I wanted to do - things I wanted to do for Dr. Marcos. I could hear him crooning encouragement in my ear already, feel the cold metal of the table pressed against my aching tits.

  I read the instructions for something I hadn’t done before - they were cold and medical, and somehow that made me even more eager to do them. No more awkward fumbling hands, only detailed precision. I could barely stand the waiting. I brought my laptop with me into the bathroom and set it up on the counter so that the photos scrolled automatically. I turned off the tap and dropped my silken robe to the tile floor.

  I stepped carefully into the bath, wincing a bit as the scalding hot water lapped over my bare skin. I eased myself into the bath, inhaling the scent of the essential oils I had dropped into the water earlier. I felt sensual and delicious; my memories of my time in Dr. Marcos’ office were clear in my mind as I ran my hands over my smooth body. He wanted me to prepare for my appointment, and I was ready to do whatever it took to have my face captured mid-climax for his private albums.

  I slid my hands over my large breasts, pinching my already sore nipples roughly. The hot water had made them even more tender and I gasped as a tiny shock ran through me. I tweaked them again, twisting and plucking them to new hardness. I knew that my pussy was already wet, but I wasn’t ready for just how slick it had become. I turned my head to look at the laptop, the photos scrolled by and my breathing began to change. I thought about Dr. Marcos’ instructions. My fingers slipped inside my pussy, stretching the lips open as he had done, and began stroking the velvety walls with my long fingers.

  My pussy was sore from stretching around Dr. Marcos’ cock and I winced slightly, biting my lips and focusing on the intense pleasure that was starting to build low in my belly. I pushed my fingers deep inside my pussy - three fingers... four... I wanted to be ready for him. I could feel my first orgasm building; my pussy was beginning to pulse around my fingers and I bit back a moan, but I knew I had to wait. I pulled my fingers from my throbbing pussy with a sigh and pinched my engorged clit between my thumb and forefinger. I stroked it quickly, rubbing hard and fast with my slick fingers. The steaming water was making me feel light-headed, but I had more work to do.

  Lifting one leg out of the water, I threaded my arm around the back of my thigh and pulled it towards my chest. With my other hand I stroked my stretched pussy, teasing it with my fingers, and then began to swirl my fingers around my tight asshole. It had stretched around Dr. Marcos’ fingers only a short time ago, and the hot water had made me relax, making it easy for me to slip my own fingers into that forbidden cavity. I closed my eyes the let out a shuddering sigh, imagining my asshole stretching willingly around Dr. Marcos’ hard cock.

  I pushed another finger into my willing hole, and another. Filled, I gasped and came, my flesh puckering around my eager fingers, clenching tightly and then relaxing enough for me to start fucking my ass with my fingers; gently at first, and then faster and faster. My body writhed and moved in time with the motion of my hand. I felt my orgasm building again and I pulled my thigh closer to my chest as my fingers furiously worked my asshole. I was so close to cumming, so close. With three fingers buried in my ass, I used my thumb to tease my clit, rubbing it hard and fast as my body bucked with wave after wave of ecstasy.

  Floating in the hot water, I could feel every inch of my body pulsing with pleasure and more than a little triumph; I would be ready for Dr. Marcos, and he would be pleased with me. Pleased enough to give me that clean bill of health I needed for that trip to Spain. I turned my head to watch the photos scrolling over my computer screen again, Dr. Marcos’ latex gloved hands squeezing, plucking... inserting... I could feel my blood running hot again. I was determined that I would go to the clinic, wet and ready for him.

  I was ready to try again, I co
uld go longer, harder, beg for more and more. I spent the rest of the night in the bath, plucking, pinching, pulling, stretching; cumming again and again with more and more ferocity each time. When I finally pulled myself from the water and rolled into bed, my body hummed and vibrated and I was confident that I could do better - that I could do things for Dr. Marcos that he hadn’t ‘catalogued’ yet.

  Thursday was only a few short hours away, and I was going to spend them in the pursuit of pleasure, my handsome doctor’s face in my mind’s eye. I slept heavily, drained by my frantic studies of my own body and limits. I woke very late in the afternoon on Wednesday and I forced myself to eat something, but raced back to my room as soon as I could to continue preparing myself for Thursday’s appointment.

  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 hi
s 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 effortlessly. 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.