by Candy Quinn
Her doctor was far handsomer than Jack, and when he crouched down beside her to look her in the eyes, it was achingly apparent just what a beauty of a man he was. His fair skin, his broad shoulders and hard body that filled out his suit so well.
“Well, if this is so important to you Roxy,” he said, speaking so gently as he moved his hand down to her forearm, “then you should consider some other alternatives. It’s clear your husband’s sterile,” he said sympathetically, “but you’re a gorgeous woman, in the prime of her life, and it’d be an absolute shame if you missed out on your opportunity to be a mother.” His smile widened, “I bet you would be the best of mothers too.”
She was so over dramatic, with the watery eyes that never spilled her tears and the trembling lip. She didn’t work, and had been longing for something to do to fill her days. Something to give her purpose.
Aside from that, all of her friends were going around showing off their swollen bellies on social media, and she wanted to join them.
“What other options?” she asked, as if she’d never considered them.
“Well,” he began carefully, that strong hand upon her arm so comforting, “there’s in vitro.” Though the way he said it hinted he knew that was not an option. “But for a woman so ripe and fertile, it seems a shame. An expensive shame at that,” he remarked with a dashing smile. “Maybe… you should consider finding another man,” he said, gazing into her eyes with his own emerald pair.
She dabbed the tissue he’d given her earlier to the corner of her eye as her gaze narrowed down at her Doctor. Even in her panic, she knew how delicious he was, and a woman like her? She’d have to have been a fool not to see the way he smiled at her. She shifted against the uncomfortable covering, her bare feet moving back to the metal of the examination table.
“Jack would be horrifically jealous if he found out,” she protested. “I couldn’t just find some random man off the street.”
His eyes widened in surprise, the handsome doctor a little struck by her interpretation.
“I mean… you could leave him for another man,” he said, but already he knew where her mind was headed. In what directions it reached. He licked his lips and up close he smelled so good, clean but with a hint of masculine musk. “But you know… if you’re intent on not leaving him, you deserve to be a mother still,” he offered up gently, stroking over her bare forearm. “If he doubted he was the father and demanded testing…” he shrugged his broad shoulders, “whatever comes through my office goes through me first.”
The insinuation was left there right for her, her dashing doctor looking at her with that gentle, masculine gaze.
Her lip slowed its trembling, letting the tissue rest upon her lap as she looked at him.
She was a bright woman, and there was a ghost of a smile beneath the torment. He’d seen it before, of course. A bored housewife with a sterile husband, intent on letting him believe that a child was his and not wanting to spend his money on expensive alternatives.
“You’d really do that for me?”
“For you?” he said with such a handsome smile. “It’d be a crime not to help such a beautiful, bright woman bring a blessed life into this world,” he remarked, rubbing his hand up her forearm to her palm to squeeze it reassuringly. “Just make sure you pick wisely, huh? Motherhood’s an important thing, with a lot of responsibilities. And choosing the right father is the first big decision.”
Roxy nodded, his hand so warm and kind against her smooth flesh, the skin so pampered despite its deep tan.
“I don’t know how I’ll even have time to find someone like that,” she huffed, her eyes intent upon him. “Someone smart and charming and sophisticated? And not in my social circles, clearly. Those things have a way of getting around.”
He nodded his head slowly in understanding, giving her hand another firm squeeze.
“It’s not easy, no,” he remarked in understanding, that beautifully masculine face so sympathetic. So frustratingly handsome. “There is one thing though,” he remarked, standing up and turning away. He looked at her chart, “You’re ovulating today and everything,” he remarked before laying it down.
As she looked at his back, he began to undo his shirt, shrugging off his white coat then turning back towards her. She could see that hard, fit chest of his in its full glory, bulging pecs and abs so beautifully sculpted.
“What do you say?” he asked, a certain glint in his eyes that suggested his interest was more than pure sympathy.
She feigned shock, moral outrage flittering across her features. If she was wearing pearls, she’d have certainly clutched them, even as her tongue licked across her perfectly made up lips. She watched, her dark eyes gazing over his hard chest and abs with such delight.
How had a doctor had enough time to maintain such a glorious body?
“Doctor?” she asked, her voice combining both uncertainty and desire as she shifted atop the examination table.
He stepped up alongside the table, pressing a button that adjusted the angle to one more suitable. Letting her gaze at his hard physique up close and personal.
“I understand if you want to know more, you don’t want any old man to be your child’s true father,” he said with a warm smile. “I graduated top of my class, Stanford,” he said with a nod towards the proof of such on the wall. “No health problems, no family history of conditions,” he stated smiling at her.
He paused his speech then, reaching down and undoing his pants, pulling them down to let the largest, most exquisitely shaped cock Roxy had ever seen spring forth. It was like some sculptors vision of the perfect, hard dick.
“My sperm count is through the roof,” he said finally, leaning in close over her, one arm at the back of the table over her head, the other hand reaching out to rest upon her thigh, rolling that gown up just a couple of inches to let his smooth, hard touch rest on her soft inner thigh flesh.
Her shock was faked more than genuine, her breathing high in her large chest, her skin prickling lightly at his touch. He was making her squirm with so few little actions, her gaze drawn to that cock, watching as it bobbed. Already it was so hard, and there she was covered in nothing more than a sheet of uncomfortable paper.
“Doctor?” she repeated, lustier and lower as she looked up at him from beneath her thick, black lashes.
His one shoulder sank down as he stroked along her inner thigh, making that hard, mass of muscle ripple across his chest.
“We’d make a beautiful baby,” he remarked in a low husk, looking down at her with that striking gleam in his emerald eyes. “You don’t need to decide right now,” he said, even as his fingers moved up to her nude cunny, able to feel her warm, moist heat. “But you are ovulating,” he remarked. “And I am packing a big load that I haven’t relieved in ages,” he said, leaning in and lightly brushing his nose against her ear and cheek.
She had noticed he wasn’t wearing a ring, though thought perhaps it was for hygienic reasons. Either way, it didn’t really concern her and she rose her gaze to his face once more. Her breathing was tight and laced with little sounds of desire.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked, head tilted and letting her blonde hair spill over her bare shoulder.
“Just relax,” he said to her with that charming smile of his as he guided her to turn, splaying her legs open slowly open before he got around in front of her. He gently guided one bare foot into the stirrups, then the other, and she was so pliable with his movements. Her eyes were on that glorious, male physique, so Adonis-like, on full display before he dipped down to his knees before her.
She lay back on the examination table, the crinkle of paper under her back as she shimmied her hips forward to the edge of the bed. Her legs were spread so wide, that waxed pussy so smooth and wet. She had a bit of a tan line, the Brazilian bikini leaving her flesh so pale along her sex, letting the redness of her arousal show through.
“Chances of insemination go up if a woman climaxes during sex, so I
want you nice and ready when I go in,” he said to her in his masculine husk. He then leaned in and kissed his way softly up her inner thighs, rolling the office gown up to expose her slit before his mouth found its way to it with a moist lick.
She gasped as his tongue slicked against her, head darting up as she looked between her spread knees at him. His hands were upon her inner thighs, holding her open and it was, all at once, humiliating and oh so arousing.
The doctor squeezed her inner thighs, kneading their soft flesh as he began to lap at her cunny. She was already so slick just from the anticipation, yet with how he tongued her labia and flicked at her sensitive clit, he was fast building her bodily heat up to a new level.
More than that, he looked to be so into it — into her pussy — as he tongued and ate it so ravenously. A low, rumbling moan sent a vibrational hum through her loins and he forced his eyes open, to look up at her.
Her head was rested back, though with the way the exam table was tilted, he could so clearly see her lips dropped open with little panted breaths coming out. More than that, her manicured hand had reached up and grasped onto one of her breasts, squeezing it from beneath the paper like gown.
She tried to close her legs around him, but his grip prevented it, and she lifted her pelvis towards his mouth more hungrily.
He wanted to shut his eyes and relish the moment, the taste of her cunt in his mouth, but seeing her fondle her own breast was too much, and his dick throbbed before him as he licked and groaned. His tongue swirling about her clit at the end of each lap. He was ravenous, and he reached a finger in to prod into her slit below his mouth, slowly pumping it into her tight canal as he worked her pussy.
It’d been a long time since Roxy had experienced anything resembling foreplay, and she gasped at the unusual sensation. Her hips lifted and ground into him as he fingered along the fleshy parts of her body, drawing out that slickness as his tongue focused on her throbbing clit.
“Doctor!” she gasped out, her motions getting more excited, her legs splayed so wide in the stirrups.
Yet, as he got her so worked up and fast approaching that climax, he pulled his mouth away, licking around his lips as he breathed heavily.
“Not yet,” he told her, his slick finger rising up to take the place of his tongue, keeping that delightful tease going around her clit as he stood back up. He was so damn good looking, and as he arched his back and pushed his groin out, it only highlighted his rock hard abs all the more.
He took hold of his thick dick with one hand, and as he pressed the tip in against her pussy she could fully appreciate just how much bigger the doctor was than Jack. She was damn near certain the stud of a doctor was almost twice the man her husband was.
When he began to sink into her folds, she became certain of it. Jack never stretched her little pussy near so wide as her doctor was.
For a beautiful, blissful moment, she thought it might be too much. That she wouldn’t be able to take him.
Yet she was so wet that it allowed him to slip in, even as his veins and bulbous crown throbbed against the tight little channel.
She stilled as he pressed into her, mind going delightfully blank as she accepted his girth, her mind and body reeling with sensation. He glided over her clit, teasing her towards that end, and he felt so good. Raw flesh against raw flesh, just the way it was intended to be.
The fact that she was ovulating only made it more enticing.
Grasping a hold of her hip in one hand, her thigh in the other, his thumb reaching in to circle and tease her clit, he began to pump his rock hard hips. That thick length of his seemed to tug at her cunt as he pulled back, their loins meshed so perfectly it was like she didn’t want to let go of him.
More than Jack too, he was so emotive, his deep moans as he thrust into her so delightfully loud and gruff. He took clear, intense pleasure from his fucking of her, making her body rock atop that special bench with her legs splayed about him in stirrups.
“Not yet,” he instructed her, those heavy, cum-laden balls of his slapping noisily to her ass as he thrust into her at a fast building pace.
She was worried that the nurse or receptionist might hear his throaty growls, but that only made her nipples stiffen further in her groping hand. She couldn’t remember being so turned on, her pussy almost gushing around him even before she reached her peak.
Every thrust brought with it another squelch of sound, her hips rolling and pelvis lifting, making him rub against her g-spot and causing her to moan loudly.
As he thrust into her harder, the office filled with the sounds of his moaning and their rutting, he released her thigh from one hand and reached up. He pulled the gown aside and grasped at her breast, squeezing that thick, ripe tit so that it swelled between his digits.
He lusted for her, that much was clear. Licking his lips in between his moans as his dick throbbed inside her, straining her tautly stretched cunny all the more.
“Fuck,” he cursed, “you’re so tight… here it comes!” he called out, bucking into her as he renewed the circling of her clit, teasing her loins so vigorously as he built to his climax.
And she took that to be his permission, to let the explosive sensation in her cunny overflow her, filling her with such bliss as he struck against her g-spot, pressing down on that throbbing, vibrating clit and making her squirm like crazy.
And then he thrust in harder, right to her very depths, further than Jack had ever been able to hit and she screamed as her nerves jolted alive, making her feel everything so vibrantly. Her pussy throbbed and vibrated along his cock, milking him for every bit of his seed as she gushed her own juices around him.
And oh, so much seed he had.
That big, meaty dick of his swelled as his own climax hit, and such thick, gouts of virile cum shot deep into her. So much rich sperm filling her depths as he hilted himself in there, plowing all he had right up to her womb as he bucked and moaned. Those heavy balls of his emptying as he deposited so many rich streams of cum right to her hungry womb.
His masculine form highlighted by a thin sheen of perspiration as he emptied his loins into her.
Her legs were still held open, heels in the stirrups as her hips ground against him, taking him all in.
Roxy could barely believe what she’d just done, and yet no part of her regretted it. Instead, she was hungry for more, that illicit thrill teasing her in a way she’d never before experienced. The thought that she might soon be pregnant with his child was a rush, and his load relaxed her like nothing else had in so long.
She caught her breath, relaxing the hard grip of her hand on her breast, fingers fluttering down over her belly.
Yet as she felt her smooth, flat tummy out, sensing as if something were already at work below, he never quite ceased his pumping motions. That thick, godly cock of his continuing to pump into her, albeit slower.
“Want a second load?” he husked to her, his sexy voice more gravelly in his post-coital state. It only enhanced his appeal even further. And though he was clearly in his thirties, albeit young for such a highly regarded doctor, he had the stamina of a man half his age with how he gave her pussy a continued, hard thrusting.
She nodded, mussing up her blonde hair against the table, her eyes sparkling with excitement. It’d been so long since her husband had been able to go twice in one sitting, and she lifted her pelvis, letting his cum drain into her womb as his cock kept thrusting it in, pushing it in further.
“Yes, Doctor,” she said, her voice so weak. “I need you to knock me up,” she moaned, her full lips parted so delectably.
“I’m going to give you a beautiful, healthy baby,” he promised, hitting a button on the bed that slowly tipped her back more. He had to basically climb up over her then atop the examination bed. His hard body suspended over her as he thrust into her sopping, cum-filled cunt.
His dick was still sensitive from his climax, and she could see the results in how he shivered and moaned atop her. He clenched her breast i
n one hand, squeezing it as he leaned in, and did something that had no real importance for her breeding: he kissed those plush lips of hers as he pumped his hips fast and hard.
Her lips parted and accepted him in, not as though she had much of a choice. Her feet were still held in the stirrups and his large body was atop her, pounding into her sodden sex with such gusto.
She was impressed how hard he still was, her pussy still clenching and milking him, wanting for more of that seed to assault her womb. To make her swollen with his secret baby.
She pressed her tongue into his mouth, letting the wet, textured surface massage his so languidly as her hips rocked against him.
They made out lewdly atop that examination bed, the sound of his hips crashing into hers filling the room as he pumped into her tight cunt. With how much cum he’d blown in her, how strong and virile he seemed, she was certain that first shot had done the job, but he felt so damn good in her. And the more he fucked her, the more she wanted it to be his child she conceived.
On top of everything else he had going for him — his profession, his success, his brilliance and his good looks — he just knew how to please a woman, and he pulled no stops thrusting into her, working her body up towards a slow, second climax.
Her nerves were still frayed with excitement and she wrapped her arms around him, tugging him closer as she moaned against his mouth. She was already so close, her body still twitching and writhing with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
She had no idea how, but the stirrups, the way her legs were held up, just caused her body to jolt with each thrust. He was rubbing up against her in just the right way as he pounded into her depths.
His rock hard body pressed down upon her, the low, rough groans rising up from his chest so gruff as he pumped into her, pounding that cum he’d already blown deep into her as he grunted. Their tongues intertwined deeply, until he pulled away with a wet smack of their lips.