by Miley Milque
He is grunting like a wild beast. I can tell Mr. Johnson is really enjoying himself. At the rate he is going, I just know he won’t be able to hold on.
He is going to get me pregnant for sure. But it all feels so damn good.
With every thrust, we grunt and moan in unison. The vigorous beating against my cervix is enough to lift me off the bed at my hips. But behind all the pain there is an electric warmth building deep in my core.
His grip on my ass tightens. His thin nails dig in deep enough to the skin to almost draw blood. The pace of his thrusting is growing more rapid.
“Cum in me, Mr. Johnson… I want you to!” His hard thighs beat against me, slapping rhythmically against my skin. The pain of it all has nearly subsided completely. Now there is only pleasure. I want to give in to it fully, but I want him to cum first.
I squeeze the walls of my pussy as tight as I can and hold it there. Mr. Johnson’s grunting gets even louder. I’m so tight that I can tell he’s struggling to stop himself from ejaculating inside me. So I buck my ass against his cock to keep it in deep.
My back arches and my shoulders shiver as his balls collide with my clit again.
“Kate… I’m…”
“Please, Mr. Johnson! I want to take your hot load inside me!” I shove my ass up against him one last time. It’s too much for him.
His legs begin to quake. He grabs hold of my lower back for balance. I moan long and deep when I feel his warm spunk filling me.
The rising electricity in my core becomes an explosion of ecstasy. My whole body writhes and twitches all over as the warm tingling spreads to every extremity. My hips buck against him and my ass pounds on his abdomen, coaxing every last bit of cum out of his cock.
Then my body goes numb and limp. His hands slip on the sweat of my skin, upward alongside my ribcage until I feel his weight collapse on top of me.
His legs are still shaking. I finally release my death grip on the mattress, trying desperately to catch my breath. Mr. Johnson sure knows how to fuck.
I had taken his punishment like a true slut. And as we lie there together, all I can think about is what naughty things I’ll have to do to get him to punish me some more.
A bit of his cum trickles out from my pussy and off of his ball sac. I can’t hold back a mischievous grin when the idea hits me. I wonder how Mom will react when she finds out Mr. Johnson put a baby in my belly.
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THE DIRTY DEVIL
STRETCHED BY THE DOCTOR
CHAPTER ONE
Jenna sat in the waiting room to see Dr. Miller her stomach flipping at the thought of being in the same room with him. Her stomach had been doing that all week, from the moment she decided to make the appointment to see him.
Always booked well in advance, she had to cajole the receptionist to fit her in, double booking the good doctor. But he didn't mind. He liked to see as many of his patients as possible, always being available to them as best he could. And this couldn’t wait.
It had been almost a month since she’d seen him last and she was going through some serious need now. Conjuring his image and remembering his touch wasn’t enough anymore. As her friend would say, she had it bad. And Dr. Miller was the only person who could help her.
Another patient, a coughing child with his mother, walked out of the doors to the inner exam rooms with a red lollipop in hand. His mother wiped his nose with a tissue and helped the boy into a coat.
Jenna sat on the edge of her seat eager to be called into the back rooms. There was no one else ahead of her in line for the doctor's attention. A twinge of guilt pricked her conscious when she looked around the room of other waiting patients.
Taking the doctor's time when she wasn't really sick was something that couldn't be helped. She needed to see him. Needed to have his hands examining her. A shiver of anticipation went through her. Was there a name for this condition?
A condition that made her want to fuck her doctor so much that she invented illnesses just to see him. The more she thought about it the less normal she felt. None of her friends lusted after their doctors. But their doctors weren't Dr. Miller.
Handsome, built under that white lab coat, with a devastating smile and warm brown eyes, her panties soaked the first time she saw him. In the beginning she saw him as infrequently as possible to avoid temptation but now she couldn't stay away.
The phone rang and the receptionist answered before it could go to voicemail. Jenna silently urged the woman to hurry so she would call Jenna into the inner rooms.
Finally the receptionist hung up. She pulled out some more files and adjusted their order. The wait was killing Jenna. Why did the woman take so long today to call her name?
"Jenna?"
She jumped off the chair a smile spreading across her face. "Yep!"
"This way." The receptionist opened the door leading to the exam rooms. "First door on the right today."
Jenna nodded and entered the room fighting the urge to disrobe. A tickle in her throat was hardly a reason for a full body exam. She should have thought of a different excuse to be here. Something that would have his hands on her body and not just his instruments.
She dropped her purse on one of the chairs and hopped up on the exam table, the paper crinkling underneath her. The thought of being stretched out on the table with Dr. Miller between her legs examining her sent a shiver of excitement through her.
She sucked in a breath to calm herself.
A few minutes later Dr. Miller (walked) into the room. He smiled broadly at her as he flipped through her file. He looked up again.
"Afternoon, Jenna. What seems to be the trouble today?"
"It's just a tickle in my throat but I didn't want to risk it getting worse."
Dr. Miller walked closer to her, reaching out to touch her neck, checking her glands. She suppressed a moan when his strong, warm fingers probed gently looking for lumps. He pulled out a tongue depressor.
"Open your mouth and say ahhhh."
She complied, opening wide but the ahhh came out more like ohhhh as the stick touched her tongue and pressed down. A jolt of awareness raced to her pussy moistening her panties.
He took the stick out of her mouth and she wished he would stick something else there like his hard cock. He took the stethoscope from around his neck and put the buds in his ears.
"Could I ask you to unbutton your top a little?"
*You can ask me to take it off completely.* Jenna smiled and unbuttoned three buttons instead of the one he needed to slip the stethoscope down her top. He parted her shirt and put the cold steel of the instrument on her breast.
A shiver went through her and she hoped he attributed it to the stethoscope and not the fact she was so turned on she had to grip the side of the exam table to keep from groping him.
"Deep breath."
She sucked in a breath and let it out slowly.
"Again."
She breathed deeply again and blew it out even slower."
He repositioned the stethoscope to her back. "Another deep breath, please."
With him leaning in so close to her she breathed in the scent of soap. No cologne for him. He smelled clean, masculine. She fought the urge to press her lips to his neck.
He kept moving the stethoscope along her back and she sucked in breaths of air and released them slowly. It would be so easy to lean forward and rest her head on his shoulder.
To press into him. But he'd never given any indication he would be amiable to that. Always the professional every visit, he simply examined her, wrote a prescription and sent her on her way.
He pulled back from her and she mourned the loss of heat.
He circled her wrist to take her pulse and her clit pulsed. Her pussy throbbed. Her nipples perked into tight peaks. The thought of him taking her over the exam table clouds her mind.
Images of him thrusting into her willing pussy, her legs wrapped around his waist m
ake her heart beat faster. For months she’s wanted to see him out of that lab coat, out of his pants and fucking her like she was the only cure for what ails him.
A frown spread across his face as he looked at his watch.
"Your pulse is very high."
"Nerves I guess. I have to get back to the office and I'm worried about being late." The lies fall easily from her lips, she's been doing it for so long.
“I’m just going to take your blood pressure to be sure.”
He pulled out the cuff and slapped it on her upper arm. Pressure on her arm increased until she thought her arm would explode. She tried to focus on something else. The antics of her friend’s cat chasing a string around the living room.
The pile of books she wanted to read when she has the time. Her favorite romantic comedy movie. But that makes her think about kisses, lingering touches, rolling around in bed covered in crisp, cool sheets.
The throbbing in her pussy increased. Her clit continued to pulse. She forced herself not to cross her legs to pull an orgasm through her body. What would her blood pressure be if she was coming at the same time?
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Instead of focusing on a few things she concentrated on images of her friend’s cat. The cute little ball of fur that rubbed against her leg every time she visited. The soft purr the kitten gave her every time she picked him up.
A smile spread across her lips.
Finally the air released from the cuff and Dr. Miller removed it from her arm.
“Your blood pressure is a little high too.”
“Stress. I’m sure that’s all it is. Lots to do today so I should get back to the office.”
"Okay, then. Doesn't sound serious. Could be a virus. Your lungs sound clear."
"So no antibiotics or anything?"
"I'll give you a prescription for a gargle for your throat. If it doesn't get better in a week come back and see me."
He scribbled on his pad, tore of the prescription and handed it to her. She deliberately brushed her fingers against his as she took the slip of paper. Fighting the shiver that raced through her body she thought about what her next excuse would be to see him. She could say her throat was worse next week but a quick exam would show nothing was wrong with her.
"Before you leave make an appointment to see me next week just in case." He flashes a grin.
Her heart beat faster. Did he want to see her next week? Or was he just being overly cautious with a patient?
So far she hadn't set off any hypochondriac vibes with him but that was always possible. She'd timed her "issues" so they looked random, plausible but she was running out of harmless illnesses she could see him for.
"Thanks, doctor. I'll see you next week."
The thought of seeing him again so soon had her heart racing, her panties soaked, shivers of excitement dancing through her. She needed something else, something that would require her to take off her shirt at least.
Something that required his hands on her body. There was still time to figure that out and at the very least she would come back to see if the "tickle" in her throat was gone.
She grabbed her purse and breezed out of the exam room, stopping at the reception desk to set up another appointment. The receptionist wrote it down on a reminder card and handed it over. Jenna tucked it in her purse, not that she needed the reminder.
She'd be planning her symptoms and her wardrobe for the next week.
CHAPTER TWO
A week later Jenna sat in exam room three waiting for Dr. Miller to come into the room to exam her new symptoms. Her throat was of course feeling better but her chest was feeling congested now.
And she wanted him to check out the mole on her right breast. She hadn't used that excuse for months now. He would again suggest a dermatologist but she would wave his concern away insisting she just wanted him to take a look to make sure it hadn't changed shape or color.
Today she wore a top with no buttons for her to undo. The neckline was a little higher than she usually wore and the material wasn't easily shoved down to give access to her chest. Her jeans were loose though and easily discarded if he wanted her to strip for any reason.
The week had been torture. Every night she brought up images of him in her head and thought about her appointment. Thought about him touching her again. The formalness of his fingers over her skin caused her shiver with anticipation.
Her dreams were filled with him in various states of undress taking her over the exam table. She couldn't take much more of this torture. She needed the real thing. She had no choice. At some point she would have to tell him what she wanted.
Her cheeks flushed with heat at the idea of telling him what she wanted. She was his patient. If he had sex with her and she reported him he could lose his practice. But she would never do that.
Dr. Miller opened the door and smiled at her. Her file was in his hands but he didn't flip through it right away. He leaned against the counter that held all the pamphlets, the latex gloves, tongue depressors, swabs, cotton balls.
His lab coat was undone today framing his muscular body in a tempting fashion. She swallowed and focused on his eyes.
"How are you today, Jenna?"
Her gaze lowered to his lips. Full, kissable lips that she wanted to feel on her body, all over her body. A surge of awareness raced through her. Her pussy was already wet. Her nipples perked up.
This was getting to be so torturous she was on the verge of spilling her secret. Revealing what she wanted but she couldn't bear the thought of him turning her away.
Of him refusing to fuck her like she needed.
"A little better. The gargle worked wonders for my throat but I might be a little congested. "
"Okay, let me take a listen."
He put the stethoscope around his neck with the buds in his ears then frowned. "Can you pull your top down a little for me?"
She pulled the neck a little, not as hard as she could, but didn't reveal enough skin for him to put the instrument on her breast.
"I think you might have to take the top off for a moment."
Before he could turn around or leave the exam room she whisked the top over her head and tossed it on the chair with her purse. She sat up straighter and watched his eyes take in her breasts.
Despite his profession he (gazed) appreciatively at her full breasts made even perkier with her red lace underwire bra.
He moved closer and placed the stethoscope on her right breast. "Deep breath."
She complied and he moved the instrument to her other breast. She took another deep breath and let it out slowly. He leaned in closer, brushing her boob with his jacket as he placed the stethoscope on her back to listen to her lungs.
She took a few deep breaths and let them out as slowly as possible to keep in position longer. Unable to help herself she moaned softly in his ear.
He pulled away to check her heartbeat again. He put the stethoscope on her breasts, moving it back and forth as she breathed. Her breathing was rapid. She forced herself to take deep breaths but the closeness of the doctor, the feel of him between her thighs though fully clothes, set her pulse racing.
He pulled out the cuff to check her blood pressure again. He fastened it around her upper arm the feel of his fingers on her bare skin making her moan again. A jolt of electricity raced to her pussy. She tried to think about kittens, books, what she would have for lunch later but it was no use. Every time she closed her eyes images of Dr. Miller flashed through her mind.
With him so close to her she could reach out and touch his muscular arms. Knowing he was in the room watching her as she tried to get her vitals under control set them off even more.
Was he looking at her breasts while she had her eyes squeezed shut? At the thought of being under scrutiny her nipples puckered into hard peaks.
The crank of the cuff being inflated filled the room. She gave up on trying to reduce her blood pressure and let her mind go. She imagined Dr. Miller cupping her breast
s, flicking the nipples through her bra.
Taking them into his mouth to suckle gently. Then he would take her bra off and suckle again, teasing the nipples into aching peaks that made her moan. Vaguely she heard herself moan but she didn't know if that was in her imagination or in real life.
Her skin tingled, aching for his touch. After months of seeing him, faking sickness, using every excuse she could think of to get him to touch her, it wasn't enough. She needed to feel him inside her. Fucking her like she desperately needed. She would have to tell him today or never see him again.