Hot Doctor Erotica Story Collection

by Lucie Lickstaff

  “Yes, Jimmy.” She said breathlessly. “We have to go all the way with this; I can’t risk my career on account of your hyperactive hormones.”

  “Do it, Lily.” He urged her. “Do what it takes… I don’t want to be a reason for ruining your life.”

  “Oh, I’m sure you wouldn’t, my dear.” She purred and grabbed his thick cock possessively. “And even if you are, I have no regrets.”

  She leaned over him and stroked the steel-like hardness of his cock, sending a shiver down his spine. His smooth, hairless balls had tightened up against the base of his erection and she found them amusing, all scrunched up like that. Her well manicured nails tickled and caressed the ridged skin, making him twitch and laugh. Lilith licked her lips and took a deep breath, filling her nostrils with the strong manly scent of his arousal.

  “Oh,God!” He groaned in anticipation. “Oh, thank you, God!”

  “God had nothing to do with this.” She smirked and flicked her tongue over the slit of his bulbous cockhead, tasting the pre-cum.

  “Oh, baby.” He shivered violently. “Suck me… suck my monster cock.”

  “Don’t mind if I do.” She moaned and engulfed the entire head like a bird of prey would its quarry.

  He jerked up at the sensation of her hot wet mouth on the sensitive flesh of his pulsing cock, pushing more of his foot long meat pole into her mouth. She grasped at the base with both hands, her fingers tightening over the impressive girth as she went down on him, swallowing the inches. Marston grunted, the sensation of her slick throat sliding down on him sending flashes of the rainbow across his mind’s eye.

  She choked and gagged, the gurgling sound of her throat further incensing his lust as her saliva poured out over him. All the way down to the base, he felt the slithering sensation of her throat take him to new heights of pleasure. Her lips tightened, clasping on him, sliding up and down. She clawed at the tight slabs of his buttocks as he raised his hips to push himself further up her throat. She almost threw up as her drool freely flowed down his shaft and balls, drenching his body and her hands.

  “Oh, yeah.” He groaned. “Lily, you’re sure as hell… nuh-know whu-what cha doing.”

  “Well, I am… uh… the fucking doctor here.” She said, coming up for air. “But it looks like this monster’s going to have to be put into the furnace.”

  “Oh, yeah, baby, yeah!” Marston yelled. “I want your hot pussy… take me in all the way into your hot pussy.”

  “Ohmigod, this is so unprofessional.” She said with a gasp. “But what the fuck, I’d even do this for free.”

  “Oh, Doc… Lily, fuck me… I’m about to blow up.” He almost choked with anticipation.

  “Let’s get this rocket into my silo.” She giggled as she climbed up on the bed and positioned herself over him.

  He looked at her hovering over him and flexed his muscles, straining to free his arms. He wanted to reach for her, to grasp her swaying breasts and slip his fingers into her dripping pussy. She read the intense lust in his eyes and shook her head with a teasing smile. Squatting over him, she held his cock up straight and placed the throbbing head under her yawning pussy. She was more ready for this that he was. With a soft cry she lowered herself over him.

  “Oh, man.” Marston yelped, as her hot tightness engulfed him, sucking the entire length of his enhanced organ deep into her.

  “Yes, Jimmy.” She moaned lustily. “That’s the cozy warmth of a woman every man should feel. There’s nothing like it, on Earth or in the Galaxy.”

  “Hell, yeah.” He gasped, feeling his cock being squashed by her insides. “You’re eating me alive… this is so fucking amazing.”

  “Oh, baby… yes, yes, it is.” Her lovely face twisted as she began to rise up and slide back down over his surging organ.

  Her hands pressed down on the rock hard slabs of his newly sculpted pectorals to get her more leverage. Her wide sexy hips rose and fell. Marston could see her riding him on the reflecting panels over them and it excited him even more. He struggled at his bonds, his muscles flexed and veins bulging. He craved to have his hands all over her ripe, luscious body, but her pussy swallowed his cock hard, making his head spin like never before.

  “Oh, fuck.” Lilith gasped. “I’m so glad I met you, Jimmy. So fucking glad…. Ohhh, I’m cumming… I’m cumming all over your cock, Jimmy.”

  “Yeah, Lily.” He matched her cries. “Cum all over me, baby.”

  Her body shook as the intensity of her orgasm ripped through her. She had sex before, but this was special. Marston was quite a specimen and his genetics were perfect for the enhancement. A sense of pride filled her as much as his cock filled her pussy. She had created him, the perfect specimen. He was the result of all her hard work, she was the artist and he her masterpiece.

  She flicked a switch and released him from the shackles. Marston immediately grabbed at her. His hard, callused hands running freely over her soft, hot flesh, groping at her hips, her belly, her yielding buttocks and her luscious breasts. He rose off the bed with her still impaled on his foot long pole. The muscles of his thighs and buttocks flexed hard as he fucked her standing upright. He reveled in the new power that surged within him, slamming his hips upward to meet her downward thrusts.

  “Oh, Jimmy... you’re so hot… fuck me, baby.” Lilith hugged his neck and whimpered as he bounced her over his pelvis, his sculpted body gleaming like some Greek god of myth.

  “You got that, Doctor.” He grinned. “I am yours… you made me.”

  “Oh, Jimmy… I’m going to cuh-cum again…” She wept into his neck. “Oh, I’m going to cum so huh-hard.”

  “Me too, Doc.” He grunted, dropping her back down on the bed and falling over her, still embedded deep. “Take my jism, Doc… take it inside you this time.”

  “Oh, yes, Jimmy, yes,” She gasped as her second orgasm hit her. “Cum inside me… fill me, baby.”

  He let out a loud groan as he felt the surge of his orgasm erupt through the foot long shaft and exit deep into her. Her body shook with ecstasy, making her whimper and dig her nails into his newly enhanced upper back and neck muscles. He seemed to cum forever as they lay entwined in each other, shaking with passion and bliss.

  After a while Lilith opened her eyes and looked up at the monitors overhead. The readings were normal. The scanners indicated a relaxed heart and pulse rate for each of them. She pushed his muscular bulk off her and he looked up blearily.

  “Wow, that was the best sex ever.” He smiled at her lazily.

  “Yes, the best.” She said sedately. “And I hope you are relieved of your tension.”

  “Absolutely, Doc.” He drawled, propping himself up on one elbow and watching her dress. “And I can be ready for an encore performance right away.”

  “No more, Jimmy.” She replied sternly. “Now get suited up and let’s head for the training sector. The directors will be here in fifteen minutes.”

  “Hey, no sweat.” He said, getting his clothes on. “And then can we meet up later.”

  “I’m not too sure, Jimmy.” She said with a hint of sadness. “You’ll be assigned to your post on Titan immediately, for a six year tour. We’ll probably never meet again.”

  “Well, I’ll never forget you, Lily.” He said, touching his chest. “You’ll always be here… you’ve made me the man I could never be on my own.”

  “Well, Private James Fauntleroy Marston.” She wiped away a tear. “Those were a good forty-eight hours.”

  “The best two days of my life… ever.” He nodded and walked out of the lab.

  *-*-*

  “You are assigned to me for the next forty eight hours.” She nodded, eyeing the handsome young man up and down. “Private Kenneth Anthony Rogers.”

  “Yes, Doctor Graeme.” He replied, smiling at her with dimpled cheeks. “That’s me, for sure.”

  “This way, I’ll have to run a few initial scans first…” Her green eyes sparkled. “Please remove all your clothes.”

  �
�You mean… I have to get… uh…”

  “Yes, Kenny. Get them all off.” She gave him a nonchalant smile. “And you don’t mind me calling you Kenny, do you?”

  “Oh, not at all, Doctor.” He grinned as he undid his belt buckle. “Kenny’s just fine.”

  “Oh, I love my job.” She muttered to herself with a smile as she watched the tall young man remove every stitch of starched uniform off his lean and muscular body. “I really, really do.”

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  Story Fi fteen

  he bar was full of people, glass clinking and vapor rising from tense lips. I was supposed to be meeting people, but I was too anxious to really care much about looking for them. My eyes were glued to the television, just like everyone else.

  We were waiting for the results of the Galactic One lottery. It had only been a few years since we had discovered a planet with intelligent life on it, but through extraordinary efforts translation devices were already created that allowed peace brokering to occur at an impressively fast rate.

  Just a few years previously, the world was busy arguing what the reports meant by ‘intelligent life.’ The prevailing theory was that whatever it was, it would not be identifiable to average humans.

  Then the pictures came. The ‘aliens,’ who called themselves the Zeithens, were remarkably human looking. They stood upright on two legs, had two arms, and had similar facial features. There were plenty of differences, don’t get me wrong. They were taller and much more muscular than humans. They had extra features that we didn’t have and lacked others like a full set of five toes.

  None of these differences were as remarkable as the similarities. Centuries of speculation and decades of bad movies had conditioned humans to think that aliens would be some grotesque slimy beast, covered in spikes, claws and teeth. No one expected a slightly improved version of a human being.

  The first people sent to the planet were researchers and diplomats. The researchers were scientists who volunteered in order to leave a lasting mark on the body of knowledge human beings have of this universe. The diplomats were just government blowhards who saw it as a way to increase their power and control.

  I have no idea how they managed to do it, but through some technological advancements that the planet already had, translation attempts succeeded within the first few months of their arrivals.

  Researchers had been sending reports back of their culture and people for the past few years. At the beginning it was fairly rudimentary stuff. It was still fascinating. Every time new information came, it was all anyone talked about until the next round landed.

  Then the video leaked. I remember when the world thought Gangnam Style spread fast. This video set records. There wasn’t a single soul on the planet other than the children and blind who didn’t watch this video in the first few days.

  I’m not sure what was more shocking. The first thing everyone noticed was definitely the size of the penis. Before arousal, they look relatively similar to a human dick. Once they are ready, however, the ‘extension’ happens. Extension is the word everyone started using for their arousal rather than erection. Watching it happen was like watching a magician pull a string of handkerchiefs from their sleeve. At a certain point the skepticism turned to disbelief. The disbelief then faded away to pure awe.

  All told, the final length ranges between 3 and 5 feet. Needless to say, size isn’t really an issue on their planet. But like I said, this wasn’t the most impressive part. The thing that really blew people’s mind as they watched the video is that they had full control over it like it was some type of arm or leg. They could bend it in any direction, raise it high in the air, or low to the ground.

  No one knew what the women were like. You would think it would be a man that was the first to fuck an alien, but it wasn’t. The first was Dr. Emily Harrold, a researcher who was one of the very first sent through the galaxy after contact.

  In the video there is another human there with Emily operating the camera. After taping the male alien getting ready and extending himself, the video zooms out and you can hear the two humans talking about whether Dr. Harrold wanted to go through with it. She insisted that it was for the good of science. The other woman thought she was crazy, even suggesting that the event may actually kill her.

  The first time people watch it, they all cringe at this point, certain that they’re about to watch a woman murdered by an alien’s dick. This was far from the case.

  No one was really sure what the mechanics of the process were, as the video focused on Dr. Harrold’s face the entire time, but this only added to the buzz.

  A mix of fear and anticipation were evident in Dr. Harrold. She breathed heavily as her eyes darted around the room. This continued for a few moments, as video watchers struggle to keep their eyes on the screen for fear a gruesome death is about to unfold.

  Out of nowhere, her eyes shot wide open. By wide, I mean the widest I’ve ever seen a pair of eyes open. Her mouth slowly opened as she drew sharply inward. Her chin then tilted to the sky, pushing upward as her whole body arched below it.

  A deep, sexual scream rose from the pits of her chest breaking the relative silence of the film. Her arms flailed a bit as she began to pant, then the yells started again. Within a few seconds, the yells turned into the unmistakable sounds of orgasming.

  And then it was over. Everyone always wanted more, but that was it. The entire video took place in less than 90 seconds. The actual sex was less than 30.

  The government tried to claim it was fake, but it was an obvious lie. We thought men were insecure about their dicks before, but these issues escalated to a fervor in the days and weeks following the release. Meanwhile, anything related to aliens became the new top fetish among women.

  More information continued to make its way to the public, nothing nearly as intoxicating as the video. The planet was ruled by a universally loved royal family, and surprisingly war was unheard of there. They were extremely peaceful and happy people.

  ***

  But this was old news at this point. The reason I was at the bar was because they were about to release the results of the lottery. Apparently the Zeithens had a particular fondness for human women. As part of peace deals, they agreed that the Prince of their planet would marry a woman from Earth. The process became a lottery of sorts.

  Anyone interested in potentially becoming the Princess had to go through a rigid application process. At first the plan was to accept anyone who met certain standards that were willing to go, take them to the Zeithens’ planet, and allow the Prince to court or chose someone.

  The results of the initial application had organizers reeling. Hundreds of thousands of women had applied. I was one of these women. Space travel amazed me, and the potential to travel the galaxy for free was not something I wanted to miss, even though the chances of me being picked were infinitesimally small.

  Everyone said they only applied for the hell of it and didn’t want to actually go through with anything, but this didn’t seem to be the truth. It was like beauty contest contestants saying they didn’t care if they won, yet secretly sending death wishes to their competition.

  In order to figure out who would be sent, they decided to pick 100 women at random, put them through additional testing, and then send anyone who passed to the other planet.

  That list was being announced tonight.

  Some network had bid insane amounts of money for exclusive rights to broadcast the names. I wanted to be at home, mashing the refresh button on a webpage, but instead I was stuck in this bar so I didn’t have to pay to watch. I knew I wouldn’t be picked, but there was a part of me that just had to watch and know fo
r sure.

  They made a spectacle of the announcement. Celebrity performers, comedians, musicians, and everything else they could throw at us through the screens. Television was becoming increasingly irrelevant, and networks were doing anything to try and draw viewers back.

  Every ten minutes they would announce another ten names. Each time, the bar would groan in unison as no one recognized any of the names. I looked around at the depressing scene around me. This was why I wanted out. Some women wanted to go for the sex. Others wanted to be royalty. Others still saw it as a great adventure. I wanted to be far from this planet. I was sick of losers like the two across the bar getting into it over everything and absolutely nothing at all. I was sick of the mindless drudgery of work all day, all week then drowning our sorrows in liquor all weekend. I would kill for something different.