40 Explicit Adult Stories

by Heather Hearts

  The girl felt hornier than ever, having these two hot doctors pleasing her at once. They sure had a wonderful bedside manner!

  “Do you want my cum inside of you, Eliza?” Dr Jessop asked her.

  “Fuck yes!” was her immediate reply.

  Having both Dr Jessop and Dr Spencer taking advantage of her body was more than Eliza could take. Once again her body was rocked by orgasm. She raked her fingers through Dr Spencer's hair as he continued to toy with her titties and Dr Jessop simply took in the view.

  Young, sexy Eliza was cumming on his hot dick. The tightness of her pussy, combined with how wet she was, pushed him over the edge.

  He roared, sounding almost animalistic, as he shot his load deep inside of her.

  “I am filling you with my cum!” he bellowed.

  Dr Jessop only removed his dick from the girl when he was sure that they were both entirely satisfied. She lay slumped on the couch, with cum beginning to leak from her abused slit. The two men redressed themselves and drank the water which they had asked for originally.

  “It looks like you really quenched our thirst today, Eliza,” Dr Jessop said, “So thank you for that.”

  “We hope we weren't too much of an inconvenience,” Spencer added, “And that we made you feel better?”

  “Yes, much better! It was my pleasure!” the girl replied.

  “Oh, and ours!” Nick winked, “We'll see ourselves out.”

  The men walked towards the door and Eliza scrambled to get up from the couch, grabbing her shirt to try to cover herself somewhat.

  “Wait! Will I see you again?” she asked.

  “You know what to do, Eliza.” Dr Spencer winked, “If you're ever feeling unwell again...” and with that they left, closing the door behind them.

  Eliza was left alone, with only fond and sexy memories of losing her virginity that morning.

  Story 28

  “It’s nothing too serious Ma’am, but if you could just call in to us as soon as possible. There are lots of forms we need to go through and I think he’d really benefit from seeing a familiar face right now.”

  Cynthia hung up the phone and rolled her eyes as she finished this all too familiar phone call. For years now, her husband had been admitted to hospital directly from work as a result of the stress he was under. Working up to fifteen hours a day would could do that to any man. Without breaking a sweat, Cynthia wandered up to their bedroom and began casually changing out of her gym clothes, into something a little more revealing. Although she hated these frequent trips into the city hospital, she did enjoy the company of the many handsome doctors, many of whom knew her on a first name basis.

  She flipped her hair from side to side as she inspected her body in the full length mirror that was attached to her wardrobe. She worked her hair thoroughly with a rough brush as she stepped out of her baggy, grey sweat pants at the same time.

  She stood in front of the mirror admiring the fruits of her hard work. For the last six months she had been in the gym five times a day without fail. Her body curved perfectly in every direction. She pressed her hands against her toned stomach, pressing it in and holding her breath as she smiled contently.

  She flicked her blonde hair over both shoulders, letting it flow down her neck and over her breasts, shopping just short of her red, lace bra. After some time, she finally covered herself with a pain of skin tight denim jeans and a white blouse which she left unbuttoned at the top, revealing some of her red cleavage.

  Over twenty minutes after she had hung up the phone, she finally ambled into her car and pointed it in the direction of the freeway heading towards the city’s core.

  ***

  “Ah Mrs. Redmond, how lovely to see you again. Shall I escort you to the room then?”

  Cynthia Redmond entered through the revolving doors of the hospital as though she owned it. Her high heels made that distinctive clap against the sanitary tiled floor as she proceeded towards the reception are, where Doctor Mason was stationed.

  The young doctor looked out at her over a stack of papers and an old style computer, his light blue eyes glistening under his mop of jet black hair. They had met years ago, when Cynthia’s husband had first been administered to hospital, citing levels of high blood pressure rarely seen in any line of work.

  David Redmond was a self-employed lawyer who worked in a tiny office in the heart of the city. He had met Cynthia in a dingy bar on a rare night out with his employees almost a decade previously. Back then, life was smooth for Mr. Redmond. Cases came and went. His success rate was through the roof, and his name alone was enough to strike fear into all members of the opposing case. He was making so much money at the time that Cynthia could not help but feel attracted to him.

  The first thing she noticed about her future husband was not his eyes or his hair, or even his personality. No, things like that never mattered to Cynthia when it came to choosing a mate. The first thing that the young lass pounced upon was his Rolex. She began by cupping his hand in hers and holding it close, letting it brush against her breast as she brought the sterling silver up close to her face for closer inspection. Without going through the nitty gritty details, Cynthia decided that the watch was of sufficient monetary value to give this man a second chance. They began dating that week and were married with the calendar month.

  Cynthia had one love in life. Not her husband, but wealth. As the years rolled by, David Redmond’s face began to show noticeable signs of feeling the pinch. His fore head developed a maze of wrinkles, as day by day his once jet black hair turned to light black, to dark grey, to just plain old grey. His cases dried up, his employees had to be let go and his wife stopped caring for him as she had before.

  After long days in the office he had often looked forward to spending a quiet, relaxing night in with his younger, trophy wife, but more often than not he came home to an empty house with a note left on the kitchen table: “Gone out with the girls.”

  The problem here was that David had never actually seen these “girls”. To the best of his knowledge, they did not actually exist. Being the intelligent man that he is, David employed some “detective measures” and figured out quiet quickly that these girly nights out were really poorly concealed booty calls with various gentlemen of the surrounding area, some as close as two blocks away.

  David’s virtually perfect life was beginning to evaporate in front of his eyes. His job was being dragged through the gutter. The plush house that he had taken out a loan for the year he had married Cynthia was in danger of being repossessed. He had failed to factor in the good times ending when he had a sumptuous blonde standing over his shoulders to impress as he signed the papers.

  But what crippled him the most was the idea of his wife leaving him for another man. Despite finding out about all these late night flings, he refused to bring up the topic with his wife, for fear of her storming out the door and leaving him behind for good. He stressed everyday about the one good thing he had left in his life packing up her belongings and leaving him for good.

  Knowing this all too well, Cynthia strode confidently across the tiled floor, stopping before the handsome doctor and rolling her eyes, as if to say “here we go again”.

  “We can go there in a few minutes Matt. But how about you and I catch up over a coffee first? What has it been? Almost three weeks since I’ve seen you now I’m guessing?”

  Doctor Matt Mason stood up from his chair behind the cold white counter and looked at his watch.

  “I reckon I can fit you in Mrs. Redmond, just follow me.”

  ***

  As her husband lay in a hospital bed, Cynthia ran her leg up and down the doctor’s pants. Sitting in a quiet little coffee room on the third floor, she felt little remorse as she attempted to seduce the handsome doctor, and not for the first time.

  “So, how is Andrea keeping?”

  “Oh, we went our separate ways a couple of weeks back. It was all just getting a bit too much. She wanted to settle down and start a famil
y, but the timing just wasn’t right for me. You know how important my job is. I mean have you ever been in the place without seeing me working?”

  Cynthia leaned in even closer, running her foot higher up the doctor’s inseam, as he did little to halt her advances.

  “Well I’m not sure how hard you were working, but you’re right, you do spend an awful lot of time here. It must be very hard on you. I mean, how could you hold down a long term relationship and keep a woman happy?”

  “That’s my problem I’m afraid.” Matt said as he leaned in so that Cynthia could feel his breath on her face as he lowered his voice down to a whisper. “And it’s such a shame, because I do know how to make a woman very happy.”

  Matt winked as he bent his own leg, pulling Cynthia’s in closer and higher up his own leg, barely noticeable under the cover of the table.

  “So tell me about your situation then. How’s the big man doing? Another little panic attack today I see. Either I need to give him some stronger meds or you’re up to something?”

  “Now, now. What do you think a good girl like me would be getting up to? Maybe you should increase the strength of those meds? Maybe something that could put him to sleep for an hour or so just before I go back home?”

  Cynthia cracked a sly grin as the cunning doctor smiled back before licking his lips and standing up to leave. He picked up his tray and returned it to the counter at the top of the little room. From the pocket of his lab coat he unfolded a black sheet of paper. He spread it out on the counter, pressing the creases out of it before scribbling a note with a fancy gold pen. He folded it back up before passing back by Cynthia, handing it to her with a wink as he made to leave the room and return to work.

  I think all that guy needs is a little motivation. He needs to stop acting like a loser and start acting like a man for a change. Here’s his prescription. Give it to him before you leave today. He’s in ward “B” on the next floor up. Nice quiet little room it is. And I think you should call back past my office on the way out. I’ll get you set up with the first dose.”

  Matt winked as he closed the door gently behind him. Cynthia quickly unfolded the shabby piece of paper as she stretched her body out from head to toe as she let herself slide down on the chair. Now, she faced the obligation of proceeding to that all too familiar ward to provide the comfort that her husband so badly wanted and needed.

  ***

  Cynthia’s heels once again clicked across a hard surface as rows of elder patients sat up in their beds taking notice. She walked right down to the end of the room and pulled back the blue sheet that divided the final bed from the rest of the ward.

  “How are you feeling honey?”

  David perked himself up in his bed as his wife smiled down at him. He looked her up and down, his feelings bitter sweet. He enjoyed the radiance that his wife brought to the dull, sterile area. But he could not help but notice the way that she had presented herself. No shortage of make-up and her hair flowing down her back was not her usual style. Around him she hadn’t bothered to make an effort for over five years now so he knew that what he was looking at was not intended to benefit his eyes.

  “I’m okay I guess, it’s just this stupid blood pressure. I can’t seem to get it down no matter what I try to do.”

  Cynthia looked at him and rolled her eyes. He hated when she did that. All he ever wanted to do was to make her love him. That was why he worked from dawn till dusk, just so he could have the money to buy her nice things and to keep her from walking away. His heart started thumping even faster in his chest as he began to think about that morbid thought.

  “Maybe if you just concentrated really hard on winning a case once in a while.”

  She loved to watch him suffer. His eyes fell from her glowing face down to his bed where his hands were joined together, twitching pathetically. She loved to see him like this. She constantly goaded him and tried to annoy him just on the off chance that he might vent some frustration and show her some of the passion that she had always craved in a man.

  “I know, I know. It’s just that..”

  “I don’t want to hear it David. I mean this happens every couple of weeks with you now. You go to work, realise that you’re not as good as you used to be and then fake this panic attack. Why do you do it? So you can have an excuse for failing?”

  “Well, I. No, it’s not that. It’s just that. I don’t know.”

  “I’ll see you back at home. Let me know if you need a ride. I’m going to see Doctor Mason. You know him right?”

  David’s jaw dropped just at the sound of that name. He hated everything about the man. So much so that he refused to be treated by him. Every time he had visited this hospital he had to listen to him talking about his beloved wife. How hot she was. How luck David was to be with someone like her. Then anytime the two of them were together his blood boiled. The constant flirting, nonchalant rubbing and touching of one another. And right in front of him too.

  “He gave me this today when we went for coffee. He said this will help you get back on your feet in no time.”

  “What, you went for coffee? What the hell?!”

  Cynthia strode confidently and excitedly out of the room as the dirty piece of paper fell into her husband’s lap. By the time he had unfolded it and read it, she had gone.

  “Back to bed Mr. Redmond! You won’t be getting out of here until tomorrow.” A nurse hurried David back in to bed. A mixture of shock, anger and a complete lack of energy as a result of the heavy dose of medication made his limbs useless to argue with the nurse as he accepted defeat and climbed back into his tiny single bed. The nurse lifted the safety rails to the side of his bed and tucked his blanket tightly underneath him.

  “I’ll just leave your little note here Mr. Redmond.” The nurse declared as she placed the slip of paper on his bed side locker and pulled the partition sheet around, allowing him some privacy. His body shook with anger as he reached a tired arm out and feebly gripped the paper, drawing it in close to his body. He held it against his chest before unfolding it for the second time and reading it over and over again before the power of the medication got the better of him and he drifted into a deep sleep.

  “For every day you continue to fail, I’m going to pound your wife.”

  ***

  “Come in.” Doctor Mason sat behind his plush desk, typing reports on his laptop as the clock ticked past 9pm.

  “Ah yes, how’s the patient?”

  Cynthia walked into the room smiling from ear to ear. She had been waiting for this moment for years now as she eye balled the sexy doctor up and down.

  “Well let’s just say that your prescription made him seem a lot more enthusiastic. And the best thing is we haven’t even administered the first dose yet.”

  Matt smiled as he slapped his laptop shut on his desk and carried it over to the corner of the room where he left it resting on a chair. He walked over and stood in front of Cynthia as he unbuckled his belt, ripping it from his waist and hurling it against the one of the cream walls. Cynthia felt herself go weak at the knees as he brushed past her towards the door where he kicked it fully shut at the bottom before flicking off his shoes. He bolted the door shut before turning back to face Cynthia, coating his lips with his tongue, ready to ravage the woman who had always craved him.

  He strode towards her and gathered her in his strong arms, folding them underneath the backs of her legs as he lifted her from the ground and carried her over to his huge desk. She sat on its edge as he leaned in and forcefully kissed her hard on the lips, probing for an opening with his teeth. Cynthia reached around and dropped her hands behind his neck, pulling him in close as she tensed up with the sensation of his teeth biting down on her bottom lip.

  She opened her mouth slightly, allowing him to probe further into her mouth with his tongue. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as he leaned in tighter to her, pressing his chest up against her breasts as she spread her legs on the desk, allowing him to move in
. His tongue slid further into her mouth, enveloping hers as he raised his arms up from her thighs, pulling her in closer to him by her waist until they were pelvis to pelvis.

  He continued to explore with his hands as he gently caressed her hips with the tips of his fingers, running them up along her sides before draping them over her shoulders and pulling her in roughly with the palm of his right hand clasped against the back of her head. With his left hand he stopped at her shoulder before making his way in an alternate direction, teasingly rubbing down the opening of her blouse. He proceeded to rip away two more buttons as Cynthia felt a cold draft of her flow through.

  Finally, after being deprived of oxygen, she ripped her lips back and inhaled deeply. Doctor Mason smiled at her as she struggled to regain her breath before leaning back into him again, this time attacking his neck. She bit down hard on it, causing him to writhe in pain momentarily before she removed her teeth from his flesh and began to caress the tender skin with her tongue. Matt let out a low moan as the tender touch of her tongue soothed his scarred skin. He rolled his head in time with her work as she continued to pleasure him.