Tempted by My Billionaire’s Doctor 2: A BBW Medical Humiliating Backdoor First Time Menage (Detested and Inspected)

by Kinsey Grey

  It felt like a Mack Truck drove up my ass. It felt like I was trying to shit out a baby. That’s disgusting. What’s more disgusting was that it felt good too.

  It felt fucking great. The pressure of his thickness filled me full.

  Dr. Fox kept my mouth busy sucking him. One hand snarled in my hair and one squeezing my breasts in turn.

  “Oh yea, yea you glorious sexy sweet,” he said. “Suck my cock. Suck the cum out of it.”

  I tried to talk, but it came out mumbled and garbled due to the large cock in my mouth. I played it up for the audio recording, but only a little.

  Captain Barclay fucked my ass in a slow and forceful fashion. All the way in, balls slapping my backside, all the way out, to where my tight muscle locked just below the head of his cock. He slid a finger into my pussy. He did the Come Here while his thumb massaged my clit.

  My body quivered nonstop. I’d tried so hard to stay in control. To play the game. To set my few pieces to best advantage.

  Control was no longer an option.

  My hips rolled on the Captain’s cock, helping his every thrust. My ass gripped his shaft.

  “Come on, whore,” he said. “Yes, fuck my cock with your dirty ass. Oh god, yes. Yes. I’m going to come in your ass.”

  I mumbled more words in protest. At least I hoped they sounded like protest. To me they almost sounded like encouragement. Like I wanted that hot seed splashed inside my ass.

  My body shook and quivered as I teased them both to climax, fighting and losing my own approaching as well. My thick curves jiggled and bounced as both men hammered into me from opposite ends.

  I had them right where I wanted them. They had me right where I wanted me. If only to get my revenge. And maybe something more.

  The crest of the wave arrived. The edge of the cliff. I stared off into oblivion. A spinning disc of darkness and light.

  I leapt off.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  My mouth sucked Dr. Fox in with the unshakable gravity of a black hole. My ass clenched around the Captain’s throbbing cock.

  And I came. I gripped the edge of the table like it was the the cliff’s edge. I came again and wailed. Garbled and mumbled. Ecstasy plowed through me more deeply than the cock in my ass. My pussy clamped on the finger inside and squeezed over and over. Involuntary animal instincts took over. I milked his finger like it could plant the next generation in my womb.

  My body quivered, from the lean muscles inside to the plump skin covering them.

  “Yes, yes, you delicious whore,” Captain Barclay said. “Your ass is so good. I’m gonna come. Gonna come in that tight ass.”

  He leaned into me one last time. His bear paw hands bit into the soft flesh of my hips . His balls clinched on my skin. His cock pulsed inside, sending a hot jet of cum into my ass. He pulsed again and another splash of heat erupted inside me.

  “Yes, Captain,” Dr. Fox said. “She’s a tight one alright. So fucking good. Her mouth’s, her mouth’s.”

  His words trailed off and he grabbed my head and planted my mouth on his cock. He blew a hot load down my throat. His shaft throbbed again and another hot blast of semen slid down my throat.

  I should’ve been more disgusted, but I was still coming too. Earthquake orgasms don’t leave much room for other sensation.

  After another minute of emptying my heat into the world, I collapsed. My legs fell to the side. Captain Barclay’s thick cock slid out of my ass. His warm seed spilled out and down my bottom. Dr. Fox let my head fall to the table and pulled his cock out of my mouth.

  “Jesus, Ollie,” Captain Barclay said, “it hasn’t been that good since Manila. Since Lucy and her friend. God, I wish Virginia did this.”

  Dr. Fox wiped his cock on his pants.

  “Howie, maybe your wife can join us one evening.”

  “Are you insane? She can never know about this. She’d divorce me. She’d ruin me.”

  He looked at me. A razor edge in his eyes. A blunt hammer in his voice.

  “This is our secret. This examination was merely to prove your innocence. To prove your suitability for this family.”

  He was trying to frighten me into silence. It worked. He looked ready to kill someone. I nodded in silence. I couldn’t get words to form anyway. My brain wasn’t ready for that much work.

  Captain Barclay shoved his cock back into his pants and zipped himself up.

  “Get yourself washed up, Charlotte,” he said. “It’s been a pleasure. You made the right choice.”

  “I did it for Ashton,” I mumbled.

  “There may yet be a spot for you at my table,” he said.

  I couldn’t believe what I just did, what he just did to me, qualified me as a prim and proper woman of society. Fit to wed his only son and heir.

  “On the condition you agree to submit to regular inspections by Dr. Fox and myself.”

  There was the kicker. The real reason for his feigned approval. He wanted to have a personal fuck doll that his son and wife didn’t know about, but that was always at cock’s reach.

  Fucking devil.

  “Ashton would never agree, sir,” I said, knowing the recording was still going.

  “Ashton will never know,” he said, “if you know what’s good for you. Dr. Fox, join us for brunch upstairs?”

  “Yes, Captain, that would be grand,” he said. “Nothing works up the appetite like a proper fucking.”

  He turned to me and smiled a sleepy grin. He tipped an imaginary hat.

  “Best examination I’ve ever had the pleasure of being a part of, Ms. Dunn.”

  Now that my body was no longer confusing me with desire, my mind was settled. These two assholes would never get another chance at taking my pride. At soiling my innocence. I did what I had to do. I got what I needed.

  My future with Ashton was secure. I had the noose that could forever hang above Captain Barclay’s neck.

  Thank god.

  I couldn’t wait to hug Ashton. To hug away what just happened. To forget how much I liked it. To remember how much I hated my first time with two men I didn’t love.

  I was going to take my future with Ashton. Fuck that. That wasn’t enough. I was going to take my parent’s home back too. My home. If Captain Barclay didn’t cooperate with everything I demanded, his son and wife were going to hear a very long and painful recording of their dad and husband and his lackey doctor taking an innocent girl. Against her will.

  It would sound that way at least. Reality was less certain.

  Hell, maybe I could even get them both thrown in prison. I had the evidence.

  “I’ll have a steward come by in ten minutes,” Captain Barclay said. “Get yourself presentable for brunch.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  They finished straightening their clothes and then left without another word.

  Thank god it was over.

  I lunged inside my purse and grabbed my phone. I thumbed it on and checked the recording app.

  The counter showed 00:00:00.

  Oh fuck.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  I had no recording. Nothing. No proof of what just happened. Nothing to hold over Captain Barclay’s head. Nothing to assure my future with Ashton. No leverage to regain my parent’s home.

  Nothing.

  Not a single fucking thing.

  Okay, one thing. The guarantee that if I chose to stick by Ashton, Captain Barclay and Dr. Fox would demand another inspection.

  The thought brought vomit into my mouth. I yanked paper towels from the dispenser and cleaned myself in the sink. The wet cum from my aching asshole. I gargled water, trying to remove the lingering taste of cum on my tongue. I washed my face, massaged my puffy eyes.

  I finally pulled it together enough to get dressed. I tied my bra together in the middle. I slipped my sandals on and slumped on the table.

  What a fucking nightmare. A hellish, endless oblivion.

  The steward came a minute later and guided me through yet another endless series of hall
ways, doors, and sitting rooms. We finally arrived at the aft lounge. An enormous table sat in the middle of the room. A small group of people sat at one end.

  Ashton rose as he saw me enter. His broad smile faded as he studied me.

  I fell into his arms, stifling hot tears that were ready to fall as forceful as ever.

  “Charlie, what’s wrong honey?”

  The words cracked out.

  “Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.”

  Clearly, it was something.

  Ashton’s mother rose from her place next to the head of the table, where Captain Barclay sat with a satisfied leer.

  “Charlotte Dunn,” she said, “welcome to our table. I am Ashton’s mother, Virginia Goldberg Barclay.”

  She wore a long white, draping dress. She was slender, cool elegance. Such a contrast to the hot paunch that was her husband.

  She laid a gentle hand on my shoulder and smiled. Concern and warmth obvious and so unexpected. She led me to a seat next to hers. Ashton sat on the other side of me.

  She took a napkin and dabbed at the tears that streamed down my cheeks.

  “I’d like to know what a beautiful girl like yourself, with a beautiful boy like mine, should be crying about.”

  I glanced at Captain Barclay. His eyes froze the air with cold warning. I looked down at my lap, to my fidgeting hands.

  I wanted to tell the truth. To expose them and their treatment of me. But I couldn’t. I had no proof. It was my word against theirs. It was air against rock. Ashton would be ripped from my life. I would die, as surely as if my heart had been ripped out.

  He was my heart. In the realest possible way. I’d die without his heart beating blood through my veins. It was that real. He made me real. He made me whole.

  I couldn’t say a word.

  “I’m fine,” I said. “I’m fine.”

  “I think not,” Virginia said. “I know fine. At least have memories of it. And you are not fine.”

  She turned to Captain Barclay on her left.

  “Howard, would you like to tell me why this young lady is in total disarray?”

  Captain Barclay’s eyes flew open. He hemmed and hawed, not saying much of anything. He coughed to clear his throat.

  “Virginia, how should I know what goes through the head of someone of her ilk?”

  Virginia turned to Dr. Fox, seated across the table.

  “You wouldn’t know anything about it, would you Dr. Fox?”

  His eyes stayed glued to his plate, to the salad his fork pushed around to no particular destination.

  “No, ma’am,” he said. “Wouldn’t know about such things.”

  Virginia put her arm around me and patted my back.

  “The poor dear looks like she’s seen the devil,” she said.

  She turned back to Captain Barclay.

  “Like the devil had his way with her.”

  I looked up.

  Her eyes were slits. Fury emanated from her like lava from a volcano.

  Captain Barclay dropped his fork. It hit his plate with a crash.

  “Virginia, I don’t know what—“

  She leaned toward him and snapped a slap across his face. Her nails left red, angry furrows in his pudgy cheek.

  Captain Barclay fell back in his chair. In shock. Dr. Fox quietly set his fork on his plate. He studiously stared at his plate.

  Virginia rose from her chair and stood next to Captain Barclay.

  What was happening?

  Her smaller size seemed to grow. She sucked the air out of the room, out of Captain Barclay. He looked up in terror.

  “You vulgar, hedonistic, unholy beast!”

  She raised her hand to strike him again.

  He threw his arms up as if fearing a beating from a woman half his size.

  “My father was right about you. He said you were a colossal mistake. An undisciplined brute. The crudest sort of character. You are the lowest, Howard.”

  Captain Barclay held his hands out, like a beggar seeking alms.

  “Virginia, what do you mean? Where is this coming from?”

  “You take me for a fool? You repulsive, immoral bastard.”

  Captain Barclay didn’t say a word. He froze. The animal in the woods. The bullet whizzing through the air, an instant before it lodged in his heart.

  Virginia struck him again, leaving red, ragged trails on his other cheek.

  “I heard it, Howard! You left the intercom broadcasting. Everyone on the goddamn ship probably heard it!”

  “No Virginia. She seduced us. Dr. Fox, tell her!”

  Dr. Fox didn’t move.

  Virginia’s wrath whirled on him.

  “Oliver Fox,” she said, “I will have your physician’s license! You will never work in this field again!”

  She heard it all. She knew. My shame.

  “Howard, you defiled this poor girl! Your son’s future finance! You’ve brought shame and agony to her! To our family!”

  “Dear, let’s talk about this lat—“

  “Quiet! Not another word! Howard, get off my yacht this instant! I banish you! Never slither your foul being into my presence again.”

  “Honey, you don’t mean—“

  “Shut your mouth!”

  She cracked him again. A red trail lit up on his lip.

  “Consider yourself divorced! You will get nothing, Howard! Not a goddamn cent! And if you give me so much as a voicemail of trouble, I’ll have both of your sorry asses in prison. Where you can be treated just as you treated this poor girl!”

  She fought for me. For me. I collapsed into Ashton’s arms. Tears flooded free. Choking sobs wracked my chest. His strong arms held me tight. A furious, dazed look in his eyes.

  Virginia marched to the intercom by the door and clicked it on. “Get the helo fired up. Howard and Dr. Fox are leaving the Singular this instant. They will require none of their belongings. In fact, I want all of their belongings tossed over board!”

  The intercom crackled.

  “Ma’am?”

  “Do it now Goddamit! Or you’ll be swimming too!”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  The speaker sizzled and went silent.

  Captain Barclay was a shell. His enormous frame looked smaller than his wife’s by half.

  “Virginia—“

  “No! Nothing! Out! Both of you!”

  Dr. Fox scrambled out of his seat and toward the door like a cattle prod was shoved up his ass. Captain Barclay stumbled out of his seat in a daze. He lumbered toward the door, his head in his hands. He turned back and looked at me.

  Through blurred tears, my eyes met his.

  I flipped him the bird. And smiled.

  “Fuck you, Mr. Barclay.”

  Ashton hugged me tight. He snarled at his father.

  “If I ever see you again, I’ll fucking kill you.”

  Captain Barclay stumbled back, like the first blow had already struck.

  Virginia came behind my chair and laid a hand on my shoulder.

  “I’m so sorry, dear,” she said. “I had no idea such a monster slept in my own bed. I’m so sorry.”

  Captain Barclay lurched through the doorway and disappeared. From the ship. From my life.

  I never saw him again.

  Many years later, I sat with Virginia next to the upper deck pool on the Singular. Where it all began. Charlie, the youngest of my three boys with Ashton, jumped off my knee and leaped into the pool to join his father and brothers.

  She leaned in and whispered.

  “I recently heard an update on my ex.”

  No mention of Howard had come up in years. I didn’t know what to say. Those memories were still too confusing to sort through.

  “He’s penniless. A bum on the streets of San Francisco.”

  I wasn’t sure I still hated him. But I was sure I didn’t wish him pennies from heaven.

  “Let’s never speak of him again,” I said.

  “Agreed,” she said.

  And we never did.
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  Spanked by My Gyno Doctor 1

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  I shouldn’t be responding this way. This was a medical exam, but it was the furthest I’d gone with any boy.

  And Dr. Malone was all man.

  He stroked inside me, rubbing my clit at the same time. My hips dipped and rolled like they somehow knew a dance I’d never been taught.

  “Yes, doctor,” I said. My voice was all breath and heat.

  I didn’t mean for this to happen. I should’ve been embarrassed. A big part of me was. Not the bigger part.

  “Ms. Harris, I’d like to test your muscle tone,” Dr. Malone said. “Clinch your pelvic muscles hard, ten times. I’ll count.”

  “One,” he said and shoved his finger deeper. His thumb anchored to my clit, circling and rubbing.

  I squeezed his finger and almost came. No way I could get through nine more without leaving his hand a hot, wet mess.

  I opened my eyes a crack and saw Tina. Her breasts rested on my arm, nearly spilling out of her low cut tank top. I wanted her nipples in my mouth, under my tongue.

  Oh god. Save me. It was so wrong to feel this way. It was immoral or something.

  Tina smiled at me and licked her lips. Her eyes smoldered with a curious fire.

  Dr. Malone’s thumb circled my clit and his finger pushed again.

  “Two,” he said and I squeezed again.

  And this time, I did come.

  The room exploded into hot stars of aching orgasm. I never orgasmed like this. My fingers didn’t know the secret.

  He counted another number and my insides clenched again. This time on their own. Slow, hard pulses squeezed through me. Every contraction an exquisite agony. Sweat rolled off my belly. My breath came in gasps.

  After an eternity of counting and coming, my eyes rolled back down out of my head. His finger pulled out of me. Tina was above me. That curious flame in her eyes an inferno.

  She gulped.

  “Did I tell you to trust me, or what?”

  It was hard to form words, to connect my brain to my body.

  “You were right,” I said. “It was nothing like I imagined.”