by Sansa Gold
"How about me?" I turned around as Adam pushed his cock into me. I couldn't hold it in, I just moaned out. My nails were digging into Stacey's back. I dragged them down hard, as my leg was pressed against Adam's shoulder. This was a position that he had never done with me. It made his cock hit my g-spot like never before.
I felt the waves wash over me; each thrust closer to sending me off the edge. I couldn't come up for air, there was no way even if I wanted. Stacey pressed her lips against mine, her hand still stroking Dr. Hardy. Her tongue lashed against mine, my body shuddering from the ordeal. I moved my body against hers, her hard nipples cutting into me. I screamed into her mouth, and she moaned into mine. Our bodies intertwined as we both seemed to shake and shiver at the same time.
"Fuck me." I turned around and smiled at Dr. Lambert. I was glad that he was enjoying this as much as me.
"Well, I'm ready to go," Dr. Hardy stammered as he placed himself between Stacey's legs. He pulled her down to the edge of the table, Stacey's lips were pressed against my hips. Her eyes rolled behind her head, as he pushed his wide cock inside of her. She peppered me with kisses that ran up the side of my body.
Stacey's hands moved to my hips, as she forces me onto Dr. Lambert's cock. My heart pounded. My eyes fell to his crotched, and they don't move, and I noticed that I still can't breathe. Right after another, the next orgasm tightened inside my stomach. My hips rocked against his body as he rubs into my wetness.
I looked up at him and pleaded, "I can't keep going." It was the truth. My body was exhausted from everything. I wouldn't be able to leave his office after this, nether of us would.
"I'm not done with you yet." He moved Stacey's hands to the side, grabbing hold of my hips. He throws each of my arms around his neck. I have no idea what he's planning on doing, but I could feel his cock pulse inside of me..
"What are you doing?" I whimpered, my body shaking uncontrollably.
"Just watch and see," He answered as he lifted me off the table. I sink against his body, my ass against his thighs. His cock moved inside of me, and I opened my mouth in surprise.
"This is new," I stammered out as his cock reached a place never before reached. He pressed my sweaty back against the door, my hands spreading against the door unsure of where to grab. I needed something to hold onto. Anything, to calm myself down as he pushed inside of me. The door clattered as he pushed both our weight against it. I bring my chest against him, letting our nipples touch. Both of our chests heaved as, I felt his body shake.
"I can't hold it in anymore," he growled as his pace increased. I didn't want him to hold it in anymore. I wanted him to cum inside of me and put me out of my misery. And then it happened, a fire erupted inside of me. My mouth bit down against his skin, blooding seeping into my mouth. Both our bodies trembled as we sink toward the ground. My vision was blurry, but I could tell that both Stacey and Dr. Hardy were looking at us. Their bodies both stationary.
"Holy shit that was hot," Stacey piped up, her eyes glued on Adam and I. I'm glad that it looked good, but it was extremely exhausting. I was keeping myself against that door as best as I could. Pretty sure, I was going to have some splinters in my ass tomorrow that I would have to pick out.
Dr. Hardy chuckled, "How are you doing down there Adam?" He opened up Stacey's legs, his cock stroking against her clit. Stacey gave him the 'fuck me' eyes before he dived inside of her.
"I'm all good," he coughed. He hit his chest a couple more times like he was about to get on the floor and give me one hundred push ups. That's what I loved about Adam; he knew how to try something new and exciting. No freshman boy would have been able to pull a move like that off, not one that would have looked at me at least. Adam was straddled me like it was nothing, pushing my body against that door and fucking my brains out.
"You were amazing," I skittered over, planting a big kiss on his cheeks. I wrapped my arms and brought my head to his chest, I loved to feel his pumping heart against my ear. It told me that I had exhausted him beyond anything he was used to. I was giving him the kind of workout your doctor recommended for weight loss.
"Only cause you made me amazing," he answered back. My cheeks turned beet red as I dug my head into his chest. I didn't want him to see me blush like this, even if what he said was the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me.
On the table, Dr. Hardy had grabbed Stacey's ass as he pounded her into oblivion, his balls clacking against her taint. His fingers gripped her ass like he was hanging off the side of a cliff, it turned me on beyond belief. I played with my clit as he drilled her against the table, Stacey's mouth opened wide as she moaned, a dribble of saliva ran down the side of her mouth. He was fucking her senseless.
His fingers moved down her ass and began to play with her back door. She eyed him for a second like she was going to say something, but her tongue created her lips. She was too into it to say anything to him, plus I think she didn't want to disappoint him. I watched his index finger pressed against her hole, his eyes on her reactions.
She squinted her eyes, her burrows furrowing as he dipped it inside of her. It wasn't until he got it almost inside of her that she screamed in pleasure. He didn't stop until his finger was practically inside of her. My ass tingled at the thought of it.
"Cum for me," Stacey howled as Dr. Hardy moved his finger around. It looked like he was on the end of his cycle anyway, his thighs were quivering, and his strokes had shortened.
"You don't have to tell me twice." He smacked her ass with an open hand, sending Stacey into a shivering state. She stuck her head into the pillow, her teeth ripping it apart. She looked back at him, both opening their mouth at the same time. They howled as they both shook. Dr. Hardy fell on top of her, his finger out of her ass, as he put all his weight on her ass. A dribble of cum dripped out of her pussy, as his balls tightened around his body.
"You guys put on a good show," Adam laughed, clapping his hands together.
Dr. Hardy straightened himself and did a little bow, before pointing to Stacey. "All credit goes to my assistant."
Stacey twirled her hand in the air and pointed back at him, "Wouldn't have been possible without my faithful master." They both chuckled at each other before Dr. Hardy stuck his tongue down her throat. I was glad that they were getting along; something told me that they would as soon as I saw Dr. Hardy.
"They look so good together," I whispered into Adam's ear, my head on his shoulder. My hand moved through his shaggy legs until it stopped on his flaccid cock. I was still amazed at how big he was, even when he wasn't fully erect. He was a shower, not a grower that was for sure. I rubbed his cock between my finger. He gave me little twitches that showed me he loved the attention.
"Not as good as us," he murmured back. He kissed me on the forehead and leaned his body against mine. His heart had not stopped beating relentlessly, his chest still heaved as if he had just finished fucking me. The new position had taken a toll on him.
"Are you ok?" I snuggled up beside him. I stroked his cock as his chest pumped blood around his body, a little of it was getting funneled into his cock as it began to grow in my hand.
"I am with you," he answered. He laid a kiss on my cheek, his lips brushing up my pasty skin.
There was nowhere else I rather be than right here with him. In the corner, Dr. Hardy and Stacey had snuggled together on the table, whispering to themselves. Here on the floor, I sat wrapped around my hunk of a man. One that made me feel more alive than anyone in my life.
"I love you," I said. I knew it was stupid. I didn't expect for him to say it back, it had only been a month since we saw each other, but I knew he was different. He brought the best out of me, and he was constantly on my mind. There was no one else I would rather say it to than him.
His hand lifted my chin, his sparkling green eyes looking down at me. He licked the bottom of his lip, "I love you too." He rested his lips on my forehead, and I closed my eyes. This was all perfect. I fell against his body, my thoughts whisking me away in
to slumber.
THE END
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Book 42: Doctor Experiment
Chapter 1
"Mrs. Glass, is all the information on her accurate?" His eyes drifted between the file in his hand and me.
"Yes, Doctor," I lie. I was desperate for some money right now. This trial was what I needed to survive for the month. Too many trials that I applied for rejected me. That was until I began to fudge a bit of the truth, anything to get me an interview.
"We appreciate that. My name is Dr. Earnest and to my left is Dr. Watson. " He pointed at the man at the other end of the table. I nodded my head. Their names didn't matter to me. The money that I was suppose to get at the end was that I wanted. This experiment just offered the most money for my time, all they needed was one afternoon from me. All it took was a bit of lying to get this interview.
Once, I started doing that I began getting acceptance letters left and right, more than I ever needed. All of the questionnaires began to look like a minefield I had to pass in order to get the prize at the end. I needed to beat the system that was in place to become their perfect candidate. A girl had to make a living somehow in this economy.
He nodded then flipped through the pages, his pen moving through the questions. My stomach churned as I bit my lower lip. Did it always take this long for the trial to begin? Why couldn't they just start the exam already?
I kept myself preoccupied surveying the rest of the room. There was no other candidate inside the room, just two doctors and me. Dr. Earnest flipped through my folder as Dr. Watson watched my every move, not like it mattered.
Each corner of the room had a small black sphere sticking out. Probably a camera to make sure that nothing went wrong during the trial. It all creeped me out, but I couldn't complain. I needed the money as soon as possible, it was either this or living on the street the next month.
"Did you read the terms and conditions?" Dr. Earnest set the folder on the table, his fingers intertwining like his colleague. Both of them looked at me through their wiry glasses, their eyes piercing through my body.
"Of course." Another lie. No, I didn't read the terms and conditions of this clinical trial. Does anyone read that anymore? Most of the people I knew, myself included, just rolled the mouse wheel until it got to the bottom and the program allowed me to accept it.
"Then, you have no problems with the risks?"
"Not a single one." All the risks had been the same across all these examinations. They usually started from the smallest such as; headache or nausea, and escalated to the worst like coma or death. I doubted any of these risks were possible, it was mostly too cover their ass.
At the start, when I was getting rejected, I read all of the pages in the trials. I wanted to be the most informed candidate, but I lost interest when they always rejected. It didn't seem fair for me to waste all this time filling out the forms, only to get rejected down the road and no money.
"Alright, then let's begin." Both the chairs screeched as the they raised from the silver seats. Almost as if they were robots, they pushed back their chairs and lined up in a single line. They positioned to the left and right of me, their bodies towering over me. Shivers ran down the side of my body, I didn't get a good feeling about this at all.
"Please stand," Dr. Watson spoke, his voice low and grated.
I hesitated before finally leaving the warm metal, the chair was pulled away. Dr. Earnest set it off the side, away from my body and smiled at me. "We won't be needing that anymore."
Dr. Watson nodded in agreement as his eyes wandered down my body. I could have sworn he licked the bottom of his lip, maybe it was just my imagination.
Silence. No one moved an inch. I could feel their warm breathes move down the side of my body. Goosebumps covered inch of my body as the hair on my neck stood. Nothing about this was standard, at least from what my friends told me. A standard clinical trial should have been in an open area with multiple candidates. This was far from that.
"Shall we begin?" Dr. Earnest asked. They nodded in unison, their hands grabbed at my shoulders. I shot my head to either side, unsure of what to expect. This was the problem with no reading the terms and conditions. I was going into this blind, every move that they made was new and sudden to me. I couldn't be sure if this was part of the procedure or they were going off the beaten path.
Their hands grabbed at my clothes, pulling them away from my body. They both stared at each other, making sure they went down my body at the same time. Each of their hands wrapped around my forearm, then my stomach, a quick grasp of my ass, a feel between my legs, and then they stood up. I had no time to react to what happened, they worked diligently and silently.
In a flash, all the touching stopped. I was left with a warm sensation between my legs. I couldn't deny that I had been turned on by all of the attention. Their rough, manly hands on my body had triggered something I did not expect. I let out a staggered breathe before opening my eyes, my hands locked into fists. Their eyes were locked on me, Dr. Watson pulled out a pad and scribbled into it.
"Undress," Dr. Earnest commanded. He can't be serious right now? At this moment, I wished that I had read the terms and conditions of this trial. I would have liked to avoid this humiliation. That was mostly a lie, one that only one part of me believed. The other side, the dark one inside of me, liked the idea of undressing in front of the both of them.
My fingers fumbled with the button on my blue jeans. Something inside of me, probably my consciousness, told me to turn around and get the hell out of here. To fuck the money and leave. Nothing could be worth the money they wanted to give me.
"I'd like to leave," I muttered. As I clamped my jeans a hand grabbed my wrist, it was the doctor in front of me.
His dark black eyes bore holes into my head. His eyebrows scrunched up as his hold tightened around my wrist. Just a little more bit of pressure and I was sure my wrist would snap. "That's not part of the agreement," his mouth hardly moved as he spoke.
"I don't give a shit about the agreement," I answered. I moved across the room, the doctors following my every step. My hand gripped the cold of metal of the doorknob, Dr. Watson blocked my exit. He leaned his body against it as I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Mrs. Glass." Dr. Earnest voice broke through my concentration. I was greeted by his neck when I turned. I hadn't noticed how tall he was until I was greeted by his muscular body. It was until now that I noticed how defined his body was. How the lab coat gripped against the shape of his body, his biceps begging for freedom. He smiled giving a nice subtle twinkle to his eyes. I could feel myself melting for him, a low pang awakened inside of me.
Both of them were built like a well oiled machine. They were nothing like the ordinary doctors at the office, the ones that were a little over weight with anti social personalities. These doctors looked like they might compete in body lifting on the weekend. Doctors that any girl would dream about being taken by. Each of them stood at around six feet tall. They all had the same general facial structure, the chiseled jaw with a variety of piercing colored eyes.
"Mrs. Glass," Dr. Earnest asked, interrupting my concentration once more.
"Yes, Doctor?"
"Several minutes ago, I asked you if you understood the terms and agreements. You said that you did. Are you now saying that you don't agree with them?"
Of course, I didn't read them. My blood began to boil as I realized the situation I had gotten myself into. I was so dumb sometimes. How could I have not read the terms to this trial? I wanted to pull my hair out in frustration. Maybe, if I just told them this was all a mistake they would let me go free.
"Just a reminder," he chirped up. "As per our terms and conditions, lying is open to federal prosecution." He gripped my shoulder a little harder, "Mrs. Glass, we take these clinical trials very seriously. We don't have time for people who game the system."
I almost fainted wh
en he finished. The air around me grew stale as my body fought for a breathe. 'Federal prosecution?' The words echoed inside of my head. There was no way I could afford a court trial or a criminal record because of this. No good lawyer would defend a broke college art student.
"Federal prosecution?" The words left my mouth.
"Yes, that means if you are found guilty of lying you could face over a year in federal prison. We do not have time for liars in this trial." With that any bit of hope was shot. There was no going against what they wanted. I was going to have to give into their every demand, no matter obscene it might be. I just hoped that they went gentle on me.
My shoulders sank as the tightness around my waist subsided. The tension in the air dropped as my jeans fell to the floor. With a bent of my shoulder my panties dropped into the pile. My body shivered at the idea of fingers on me. I wasn't scared, in fact it was quite the opposite. I was excited by their fingers prodding at every inch of me, making sure that I was the perfect specimen for their experiment.