Bad Doctor

by Charlize Bennett

  “What should we do Channing? I know our connection is real now. Trust is something I have feared for years. And even though you frightened me today, I feel the walls around my heart opening,” she confessed, placing her hand over her right breasts. Tears streamed down Allison’s face. They were authentic teardrops, not like the fake ones she had conjured up many times in her life in order to get her way. “Please believe me.” She begged.

  “I do, Allison,” he said wiping away her tears.

  “I don’t want to hurt Elena but, you are right, she is going to know something had happened between us. She is going to know we...we had sex. A woman can sense when a man is cheating. Trust me on that one. Especially now that Wesley is suddenly a sexual dynamo—but, the truth is, I want you—a chance for us. You have helped me see the error of my ways. And if your story is true that your body is lost—your body!” She gasped. “I still have no idea exactly what you are, perhaps an angel. It doesn’t matter. I believe we are meant to be together. I hope you can forgive me.”

  “I did the moment I saw you. There was something about you so familiar that I—” There was a look of despair in his eyes.

  “What? Is there something you are not telling me?”

  Channing shook his head. “Have we ever met before?”

  “Well, not before you entered Wesley’s body, if that’s what you mean. Trust me, I would remember you. There’s never been a man before you that has stretched me beyond my limits, emotionally, mentally or physically, like you have done today.” She grinned with a ghost of a sexual innuendo settling in her eyes. Then flashed on the large bulged in the crotch of his jeans.

  Channing gazed at her blankly. Something was gnawing at him.

  “Allison I don’t know who or what I am either. I’ve lost myself literally,” he sighed. “I know I am—was a terrible man and I hurt many people, just as you have done. Perhaps you can help me, as I have you, Elena and Wesley...now that I have come to terms with my past I believe I can find my way back to my body. I have paid pence by helping three people. And now that Wesley and Elena are healing, the universe will grant me—no, us another chance. As for Elena and Wesley, I’ll deal with them. Don't you worry, okay?

  “Yes, but what can I do to help you?”

  “You have already helped me Allison, more than you will ever know.”

  “But—how?”

  “By giving me more time.” He winked, raising one brow. “As for Elena, she knows in her heart that Wesley is incapable of cheating on her. I believe their love is powerful and will survive. Before I go in search of my body, I will explain to her that you put me on some new meds that helps when a man is feeling inadequate and that they worked and I will promise to never see you, again.”

  “No, what if I never see you—” Allison realized this was no longer about her and Channing. “I guess it has to be this way,” she said, holding back the tears that crested on the edge of her eyes.

  “Allison, come hell or high water...if I can’t get back into my body, I will never forget you. And, if I can, trust me I will return to you.”

  “I understand...I will look for you on every corner, Channing; as long as I am alive...I will wait for you,” she promised, hiding her face into his neck and released her tears.

  “Allison, you must listen to me. As far as Wesley goes, when I leave his body...I need you to agree to see him one last time. And, I mean one last time,” Channing narrowed his baby blues, raising a brow. “If he remembers what happened here, you tell him it was a dream. I feel confident that you can convince him of that.”

  Allison leaned back, cradling his unshaven face in her palms. “Yes, I can do this but—oh, Channing I need you. I am not sure how I will go on without you—I need you now.” She flushed, pressing her listless body into Channing’s broad chest. “What if I never see you again?” The pain of that thought wrenched in her body. This was so unlike Allison.

  Her hair flung over Channing’s shoulder. The scent of her embodied his senses. She smelled delicious. He felt his manhood straining against the weight of her petite frame upon his lap.

  “I suppose it won’t hurt to borrow Wesley’s body one last time, until I find mine,” he said in a husky baritone voice and stared at her deeply, leaving that decision up to Allison.

  There was no need for words. Allison and Channing unbridled their passion. He kissed her furtively. Their hands danced over each other’s bodies.

  A devilishly grin splayed on Allison’s face as she seductively unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time. Her eyes gleamed with lustful thoughts.

  Channing’s mesmerizing eyes darted to the firm cleavage that she slowly revealed. Her soft linen blouse flung open, encompassing her tiny torso. He leaned in and kissed her décolleté.

  Allison pulled back and peeled up the hemline of her skirt. His eyes traced her every move as her hands disappeared beyond his sight beneath the skirt. Allison spread her legs as wide as she could and then she began seductively massaging her hidden feminine treasures.

  “I think it’s my turn,” Channing whispered lowly.

  He pushed up, balancing Allison onto her feet. His six-foot three frame hovered over Allison as he unzipped the back of her skirt, allowing it to puddle at her ankles. He kissed her feet.

  “You have the sexiest feet I have ever seen,” he said, gleaming up at her, trailing his way up the length of her slender legs.

  Allison slinked back down onto the armless chair, inching her ass to its edge and widened her thighs once more, exposing her blooming flower.

  Channing eyes washed over her nakedness from the waist down then narrowed his gaze in on her shaven femininity. Being so opened to Channing’s eyes increased Allison’s salacious desires.

  Allison watched him intently as he unfastened the straps on her stilettos, carefully placing her shoes off to the side. He then lowered his face into the apex of her thighs.

  She trembled with the anticipation of his touch. There was no hesitation on Channing’s part. He moved easily caressing her and feasting on her sex with his mouth in full gear. His tongue parted the opening of her swollen folds, nibbling on her slowly and then picking up the pace. She could feel moisture gathering at the gateway of her vagina. The sensation of his vibrating movements sent shock waves of heat throughout her entire body. Moans filled the dimly lit office.

  Channing inserted his fingers deeply into her wet tunnel. Allison whimpered beneath his touch. He tapped lightly on the upper wall of her inner core. This caused her to inadvertently tighten her vagina muscles around his digits. He slowly tantalized every inch of her lusty sex and fucked her with his fingers, as he tasted her with his vibrating tongue.

  Allison rocked her pelvis against his mouth, melting into the lustful chaos. Her movements increased the climatic tension that was building inside of her. While keeping her toes hard-pressed to the floor for more traction, she rested her head over the low back of the small chair. Their ecstasy heightened to another level. She slowly lolled her head from side to side. She quivered with every new ripple of fervor that he unleashed within her. His hands skated around her hips balancing their movements. An intense rush of arousal washed over Allison. Pleasure surged through her veins. She bathed her eyes on him and fisted her fingers through his thick dark hair.

  “I want to feel you inside of me. Oh God, I can’t take it,” she begged. “I love you—your cock.” Allison swallowed hard at the realization of her words. The connection between them was more than sex this time. It was untainted and pure, something she had never experienced before.

  Channing flashed a delicious glance, a look of knowing. He wanted more of her too. The feelings he felt were unadulterated. They were two lost souls that found each other.

  “Channing...I need you,” Allison cooed.

  “I’m here,” Channing whispered, pushing to his feet. Oh, he needed her too. He needed to flex his massive cock in her swollen embrace. He needed to feel the pulsation of her fury tightening around his ten-inch co
ck. He needed to feel her heart next to his.

  Channing stood above her and unbelted, unzipped and removed his jeans. Allison clawed at him helping to quickly remove every stitch of his clothing that he failed to remove. In the process he furtively peeled off her blouse and unsnapped her black lace bra. Her breasts were perfectly shaped like two full teardrops. They tilted up and her nipples perched high and erected in the upper center part of her taunt fleshy mounds.

  Allison’s scanned Channing’s physique appraisingly. Her eyes widened. His body was muscular, lean, and smooth in all the right places. Something seemed different to her than earlier today. She ran her fingers down the length of his torso, pausing inches above his manhood.

  “Is something wrong?” Channing asked, his voice filled with a hint of concern.

  “No, just make love to me,” she smiled and whispered, breathily.

  He lifted her small frame from the chair and took her seat then placed her onto his lap. Allison shifted her weight and straddled his strong legs with hers. It was quite a comfortable position. The balls of her feet reached to the floor perfectly.

  Their eyes locked. Channing leaned in and kissed her gently on the mouth. He parted her lips with his serpent like tongue, kissing her deeply. She could feel a river of her own juices flowing down into his lap. His vessel grew to a greater length between her thighs. With her hand she reached between their stomachs, lifting on her toes slightly to create space to unfurl his throbbing vessel. Their lips stayed pressed into a lingering kiss. Her fingers couldn’t wrap around the circumference of his girth. He was the largest man, in regards to a man’s size below the waistline, that she had every held.

  Channing paid homage to every inch of her flushed face, kissing her softly. His passionate mouth and tenderness was surreal. His breath tasted like mint, clean and fresh. Allison kissed a lot of men, too many than she cared to remember. But, this was different. This was with Channing, a man that she felt an uncanny, strong connection too. His mouth was soft and firm and his lips wet, like the inside of a plum. She wanted to devour him. Instead she closed her eyes marveling at the human closeness she had never experienced before.

  Their attraction was intense. He paid such close attention carefully, not missing a single inch, punctuating soft kisses on her pale heated décolleté. She coiled into him, grazing her erected nipples against his smooth chest. She lingered upon him, allowing the contact of their flesh to envelope them in the sensuality of the moment. His breath was warm on her face. Strands of her hair fell into her eyes. He tucked her dark burgundy hair behind her ears. It was her face and green piercing eyes that he wanted to adore. And, he did.

  Allison guided his steely manhood into her tight womanhood. This is going to be another challenge, she thought. He was incredibly large. The sensation of his swollen helmet stretching her flesh was breathtaking. It was beyond wanton. She ached to open further, finding give. Inch by inch she accommodated the length of his shaft. She liked the fact she was on top and the control was all hers.

  Their tongues tangled, retreating deeper into each other’s mouths. Allison felt pulses of electrical currents passing from his body to hers. Surely, Channing felt them too. She was filled completely by him. His tongue and his perfect cock, probed her deeply. Her ecstasy heightened to a higher level. Allison broke the kiss, arching her spine upward and backwards.

  Channing held onto her small waist with his strong long hands, as she grinded into his cock. She gracefully curled forward burying her face into his glistening thick neck, his scent emanated through her senses. He smelled of musk and raw oak—sex. Channing’s long-fingered hands kneaded and held onto the flesh of her firm ass, as she pressed the balls of her feet into the floor to gain more traction. Her thighs trembled from the pressure of steadying her weight over him. She moved her hips up and down like a corkscrew, simultaneously flexing her core muscles deep inside. The saturation of her ecstasy polished his sex.

  Channing jutted his pelvic up into her snug wet glove, feeling the warm moisture of her sex enveloping his thick shaft. He watched her every move, his eyes smiled upon her.

  Allison’s lashes fluttered, her concentration scattered. Feeling his touch, caressing her nipples, pinching them, and rolling her pink buds between his thumbs and forefingers, drove her into frenzy. She dug her nails into his lean flesh, she bit him hard...he growled. Her hips rocked hard, gyrating fast then slow and melted into his. They worked each other’s bodies as one in perfect memento.

  “I can’t breathe, Channing...I am going to cum all over you.” Her breath came faster and shorter.

  “Yes, I feel you...I—am, ready to explode in you,” his words were labored. “Oh, God! Yes...fuck me, Allison,” he moaned. “Don’t stop. Hold on.”

  “I feel outside of myself, Channing. Oh, god,” she relished, clasping a hold of Channing’s hands. Their fingers interlaced palms to palms. His were large and calloused, her were small and soft. “Channing—” Allison tried to speak, her breath labored, shockwaves coursed down the length of her spine. She found it impossible to speak. Her words were caught beneath the lump in her throat.

  “Breathe, Allison. Don’t stop,” Channing begged, grinding his pelvis into her sex.

  Allison spread her thighs wider as she furtively bucked against his pulsating cock. Channing’s fingers traced down between their heated flesh and beyond her navel into their wetness. His digits move back and forth over the sensitive swollen bud of her clit with eased persistence.

  “I am floating again...Channing, I am going to cum,” she exhaled. Her breath captured the air.

  “Yes...cum with me baby,” Channing roared, in a deep hollow voice.

  Between the fullness of Channing’s cock, his lips and his fingers, dancing over her swollen pearl, Allison broke through the blaze that traveled through her body. She could not hold on. That would be like trying to stop a derailed train. Her ecstasy went rampant.

  Channing stiffened, clutching his arms and cried out, looking into Allison’s eyes. He exploded his hot cum deep into Allison’s pulsating sex. Their bodies quaked in the aftermath of the rapture.

  For a long moment, they were vacant, motionless as one entity. Their breaths and the pounding of their hearts matched each others. Channing moaned as he eased Allison’s languid body off his manhood. He pushed up from the chair. His legs shook as he carried Allison to the sofa. She was small by far, in comparison to his muscular statue; he coddled her close like a newborn child. In some way she was reborn.

  “Allison, I am sorry I was so horrible to you, earlier,” he said, sweeping back the fallen strands of her hair from her face.

  “Shhh,” she whispered, placing her index finger over his lips. Allison wanted to forget those harsh moments; she wanted to feel the love Channing had just shown her.

  “But, I was so hard on you—you didn’t deserve that.”

  “Oh Channing, I like it when you are hard on me.” She giggled, trying to make light of the situation. The walls around her heart melted, she felt vulnerable for the first time in years. She was tired of being the tyrant, dominating men. This was her turn. She wanted to feel feminine and safe in a man’s arms. Her heavy eyelids lifted to see Channing.

  Allison’s mouth gaped open. “Channing.” She gasped, and blanched as if she had seen a ghost.

  “Allison is something wrong?” Channing leaned back, examining her face.

  “Channing, you are not Wesley, anymore.” She swallowed hard. He was far more handsome than even Wesley, if that was possible. His features were of a Greek God. He was sculpted in places no man should have the right to be.

  Channing leapt from the sofa and grabbed the small mirror off the wall near the door.

  She stared dumbfounded at Channing. Her mind-shifted, opening and closing doors then stopped on a dime when she was a virgin at nineteen. Her father had turned her away for one solid year for wanting to follow her dreams to become an actress. She was cold and slept on the floor of an old Laundromat that stayed op
en 24 hours a day.

  There were three men that had tried to abduct her that cold winter night. She fought hard against them all. They had her spread out naked on the floor of the bathroom. She was exposed, and terrified for her life. Her vision was blurred as her eyes darted back and forth through the strands of her long blonde mane which hung down past her waist. There was a forth person that had entered the room. Blood spattered everywhere. She gripped her eyes shut. Darkness filled her mind.

  “Are you okay?” A deep voice consoled her, wrapping his coat around her tender, bruised and unclothed body.

  “Oh my God, thank you—you saved my life,” Allison cried hysterically as the tall, dark stranger hovered over her. “They were going rape me and then kill me. And you—you saved me.”

  “You are okay now, they cannot hurt you. Trust me.” The tall, handsome stranger assured her.

  Tears, coupled with black mascara streamed down Allison’s red-stained face. Her eyes stared blankly without expression gazing at the stark white, dirty walls that surrounded them. She curled her knees into her chest to shield her flesh beneath his oversized jacket. Her long lashes fell downward toward the chipped tiles on the floor. She was acutely aware of the cold surface beneath her chilled bare skin. Her eyes shifted back and forth to the three men that were motionless on the floor in the center of the room.