by Sansa Gold
"Come on, Mary. This is supposed to be done in less than an hour. We can't keep your parents out there all day." He pulls me against his body, my nipples ache against the fabric of his lab coat. As I hug his body, he unclasps my bra from behind, it falls down to the ground next to the jeans. I decide to push my own panties off, before he touches me down there and feels how wet I am.
As I put the gown on I catch flashes of his eyes on me, checking to make sure that he would have the images in his mind forever. Once I get the gown on, he turns me around my ass open for him, he grabs the piece of string and tightens it against my body.
"There we go. Is that tight enough?"
My brow furrow. I'm tired of his little game. I'm nervous, but for some reason I also want to act on my instinct. To pull him down to my level until our lips meet.
I've never been with a man before, but there was something about the doctor that made me feel better with each minute that passes. More secure than I had ever been in my life. Would today turn into the porno I saw earlier?
"No. It's just right."
His green eyes light up and he grins. "Well, that's good. If you need anything during the exam just let me know. But, something tells me you'll be just fine."
Outside in the waiting room, everything about his body screamed inexperienced and young . But, now all of that is gone. Now the man in front of me was confident and in control.
"What's next, Doctor?" I stutter out, my hands wrap around my body trying to keep myself warm. It didn't make sense for the A/C to be on in such a small room. My nipples were going to be raw by the time I left.
His hand touches me just above my breasts, shooting a shiver through my body. "I need you to lie down on the table. I'm going to hook your legs up to the stirrups."
My breathe catches in my throat, "What are those?"
Something moves in front of the table. Two metal bars are out in front of me. He grabs hold of my legs and secures them inside of the contraption. "I'm going to be using this for the exam. It's to make sure that you don't move and cause damage to yourself."
There's a clicking noise. I look down, and realize that he's already secured my feet. There was no way for me to get away from him now, no matter how hard I try.
Dr. Putin smiles, brushing his hand against my skin. It doesn't take him more than a couple seconds, but the tingle never leaves me.
"How long does the next part take?" I gasp, trying to recover from his touch.
"It all depends on you. It can be as quick as five minutes or as long as an hour. It's all about how much you can take." He gleams at me, a smile lifting at the side.
The way he's looking at me makes me feel like it's not about me. There's a hunger in his eyes, a primal look I've only seen late nights on the computer strolling for porn. I've never had anyone look at me like this, and for the first time I find myself beaming at him with the same fire.
"So are you ready to start?" He pushes his rolling chair between my legs, moving his hand up my legs, holding his head to the side to look at me. He can see my pussy, of that I was sure. The cloth of the gown was already running down the side of my body as the stirrups move to the side.
He doesn't waste any time. His hands grip my inner thighs for a moment, before moving forward toward my pussy. I can't look at him, not when he was going to touch my pussy and find out how wet I truly was.
My hand slides down between my legs, checking if I was a wet as I thought. Not quite, but there's definitely a heat, a raw, wet craving that he will be able to feel as he works his way up.
I want him to feel me, but at the same time I don't. There's a weird dance of pleasure and denial running through me, my hand still cupping my pussy.
"Your going to have to move your hand if you want me to find out what the problem is." He grabs my pinky and pulls me away, exposing myself to him.
I can't hold back the moan that washes over me. It comes from deep inside, pulses out my mouth, as he touches me. No man had ever been here before. No man that I truly wanted until now.
My breathe quickens with each probing touch. My chest bows up, pushing against the gown, giving my buds a little friction.
So much for regaining my breathe. By the time, his touch leave me, I'm panting, struggling not to pass out from my first taboo touch. I want him to go a little further, to put his job on the line and fuck me. I've already made up my mind that I wouldn't say anything to anyone.
"How does it feel?" His eyes burn up at as I gather myself. I can't deny his touch.
'It feels great," I answer. I want to be honest with him, I'm hoping he catches onto my signals. I won't stop him.
He smiles before he leans in, pressing his fingers on my clit, working his way around my pussy. "Good. I want this too be as comfortable as possible for you. If you need anything from me don't hesitate to ask."
How can I ask him a question when I can't even concentrate on my own thoughts? His thumb crashes against my clit again and again, never giving me a second to think.
Low, pleasurable, moans leave my body and I no longer try to disguise them. There's no point. All he would have to do is look up at me and know that I was enjoying every minute of his touch. I'm feeling heavenly now with his finger ramping up my body.
"Doctor?" I stutter out, unsure of what to say next. It took time for me just to utter that word, I don't know if he will wait for me to finish a sentence.
"Yes, Mary?" His eyes peek up at me, his hand still moving along my clit. He licks the top of his lip as his focus goes back down to my pussy. He wants this just as much as I do, there was little doubt about that.
"Don't stop!" I moan out as I feel myself coming toward the end. I hope that I don't get the same pain as before. I want him to know that I love his touch.
"Come for me, Mary. I want to feel your pussy move against my hand."
I can't believe the words coming out of his mouth. I thought that it would be a little harder to coax them out. But, I'm glad he finally let loose and told me what he wants. With a couple more rolls of his thumb, I finish for him.
My orgasm roars up like a huge wave and almost breaks me in half. It was nothing like I had ever done to myself. It was more powerful, sensual, primal than what I could do with my small fingers. My head hits the pillow behind me as he continues to grind his finger on me.
Almost growling, he shoves another hand up my body, grabbing hold of one of my tits. My hips buck wildly against his strong fingers as they wrap around my nipple, and then I'm blasted into a different world.
My thighs shake, the stirrups clattering against his shoulders. I want those fingers deep inside of me, a start to feeling his massive bulge between my legs.
My hips rock hard as he rubs through my wetness. I push my lips into my shoulder, biting down into my skin, stifling the screams that were trying to escape my mouth. All I can do is keep myself quiet so not everyone in the hospital knows of my pleasure.
"Mary? Are you okay?" His sexy accent breaks the silence in the room.
I open my eyes. Everything around me is spinning. If I had been standing when he did that, I would have face planted onto the floor. For a moment, I'm happy that I'm tied to the stirrups.
"Yea, I'm ok." I answer, running my tongue around my lips.
A little shock moves through me as the last of the orgasm rolls out. I want more. More than just his fingers against my clit. I feel a little shame, until I see the hardness gripping against his pants.
"Are you sure?" He pushes down on the bump on his thigh, trying to conceal it as best as he can. We were past the point of disclosure, it passed when he placed his finger on my clit.
"I want more," I purr. "I want your cock inside of me."
I can see his Adam's apple gulp up and down. He's thinking my words over, his pacing around the room tells me he's nervous. There was a lot of things that could go wrong if he fucks his patient, he knew that and so did I. But, I was a willing patient for him.
"We can't," he stutters out, a hint of
uncertainty in his voice. His hands move through his hair, wiping away the sweat.
My heart pounds. My eyes fall to his crotch and they don't let up, and I notice I'm holding my breathe, trying to stop myself from breaking off the stirrups and diving onto him. I make the decision for him.
"Yes, we can. I'll never tell anyone. I'm a good little girl." I push out my cheeks trying to be as cute as possible for him. Anything to convince him that this was what I want. And it was.
He hesitates, but walks toward me, his hand tracing up the side of my leg. He wants this just as much as I do, his hardness gave him away long ago. "Are you sure?"
It was cute that he was nervous, it was understandable, but the fire in my stomach told me that this was right. That what he could give me would leave me satisfied for days. "Positive."
For a second, I think he is going to say no, until his hand skims my face, cups it, and squeezes. I push against his touch, letting him know that it will all be right soon enough. My hand moves down the side of his slacks, and stops just short of his belt. I look up at him, guiding his mouth against mine, as I begin to undo his pants.
I'm going to get what I want. One way or another. My mind was already made up about that.
I feel his chest heave as I push my hand down his pants, feeling down the side of his length. It jerks in my hand, as if coming to life. It must have been hard for him to almost say 'No" to such a willing patient. And he might have if I didn't make the decision for him.
He reaches underneath my gown, his hand on my clit. I can't help but to moan out, as I give a tight stroke of his cock.
I let his slacks fall to the ground, his cock swinging in front of me. I've never had anything like that in my mouth. The dome of it almost reminds me of a lollipop. And those were one of my favorite things to suck on.
I take him into my mouth, letting the helm of his cock push against the inside of my cheek. Something oozes out of his cock, giving me a bitter taste in my mouth. Not as good as tasty as a lollipop, but not that bad either. I let my tongue twirl around it, enjoying every jump as he grunts out.
"Do you like that?"
He doesn't answer. Instead, he wraps his hands around the back of my head, sending me deeper onto his cock. I feel it hit the back of my throat with one thrust, the juices flowing down into my stomach.
He grabs a handful of my hair, pulling me away from his shaft, giving me a second to breathe. Before, I can say anything he forces me back onto it, making my mouth gargle in surprise.
"I can't take it anymore," he growls. He lets go of my hair and rushes between my legs, his cock swinging in all directions. He hunches over, his cock at my entrance, before he slides inside of me. My voice cracks as every inch of him stretches me apart, filling me entirely.
I'm breathes. Completely and utterly conquered by the touch of his cock, his scent, the green eyes that stare at me.
His cock piston in and out of my pussy so fast my mouth drops open, and I moan. There was no pain that I thought. Instead, it was only pleasure that kept building up with each stroke that he takes.
I don't fight him. I can't. I'm happy that I convinced him to take me in his exam room, even if he was my doctor.
It's strange to have my first man. I know that now I'm a woman, one who can make decisions for her own, not with the help of her parents. I just hope that nobody walks in on him fucking me, that would be hard to explain to my parents in the waiting room.
I'm panting, biting hard into my hand, so rough that I can feel my teeth break the skin. It's all I can do from screaming out his name.
Before I know what's happening the climax that rises up washes over me in an explosion. My hips tighten up and I throw myself against the table like a madwoman, gasping and retching little growls, coming on his cock.
Viktor keeps thrusting me the whole way through it, gliding through me effortlessly. There is no stopping him, and I enjoy watching the beads of sweat fall down onto his lab coat.
I'm flushed, completely covered in sweat when I hear his words. "I'm coming," he roars.
In an instant, I can feel the emptiness inside of me fill up with his hot seed. He grips my thighs, his body shaking as small pumps coat my inside. He lowers his head onto my stomach, both our bodies struggling to breathe.
"Do you still feel alright?" He pulls out of me, buckling his pants.
"Yea," I muster out, unsure if I was suppose to feel more. There was no question that I would have this memory for the rest of my life.
"No pain?"
"No." Which was weird to me. I was certain that I would feel it as soon as his cock went inside of me. It was twice as big as two of my fingers.
"I think that's cause before you took your own virginity when you were masturbating. I helped you break through it completely." He smiles as his pen clicks and he writes into the folder. "All you need is some pain pills and you'll be fine in a couple hours. Just remember." He places a finger on his lips.
I nod. There was no way I would tell anyone. This was going with me to the grave.
THE END
Book 44: Stranded with the Doctor
Darkness.
I try to move my arms, but they feel like they're moving through molasses. Every time I open my eyes a sting of pain fills them.
What's going on? Why can't I move? What's holding me down?
I feel my chest grow heavy. I open my mouth to breathe, water gushes inside and fills my lungs. I start to cough, water filling the inside of my body. I grab my throat and look around.
My instincts take over. I pump my arms downward and kick my legs. This is not how I was going to die.
After several pumps, I break the surface of the water. Fresh air is flowing through my lung. I cough up what feels like an entire bottle of sea water. What happened?
I swivel my head, trying to remember. I close my eyes and concentrate, my body floating along with the current of the sea. The sooner I figure it out, the quicker I can come up with a plan.
The memories start to flood back. An intercom rings and the pilot comes on letting the cabin know of the technical difficulties. The ping of the seatbelt light comes on. Passengers rush to their seats.
Panic was spreading through the cabin. Parents were hushing children while pulling tight on their seatbelts. Adults were grabbing hard onto the handrest. SO hard their knuckles were white.
There's a crunching sound at the back of the plane. The plane splits in half. Next thing I know, I'm falling through the air. Arms were flailing at the side, and I crash through the water. I hit the water hard and must have blacked out.
It all made sense.
I turn my head. In the distance, I could see the wing tip of the plane sinking into the ocean. Objects are floating in the water nearby. I swim toward them and grab onto a briefcase that's somehow still floating.
"Hello, is anyone out there?" I scream.
Nothing.
Each direction I look there's nothing. Dark waves climb over me and my body bobs along with them. I can feel myself growing tired with every kick of my legs. I can't be out here much longer.
I need to find land. Anywhere that I can give myself some time to rest. I turn around.
Off in the distance, the moon illuminates a small island. At least, it looks small from where I'm floating. That's my only hope.
That's where I'll find survivors. Anyone who is still alive will be there. If there's anyone else alive. I shake the thought out of my mind and paddle my way toward the island.
By the time I hit the island's shore I'm exhausted. In either direction, the shoreline goes out for what seems like miles in either direction. If I'm lucky, I'll be on an island with tourists. I'll be able to get some help and go back home.
"Is anyone out there?" I plead with the darkness.
The wind blows rustling the leaves of the palm trees at the break of the shore. No one answers. A cold and gentle wind pushes from behind me, a roll of thunder breaks the sound of crashing waves. Behind me, dark clouds gathe
r. A strike of thunder is illuminating the dark sky.
I need to find cover. Just until this storm passes. I make my way to the shoreline, the wet clothes clinging to me. I rub the side of my arms, chills spreading throughout me. I'll freeze to death before the morning.
There, in the distance. My feet dig into the sand as I pump my legs. There's a cliff in the distance. I can make out a small cave opening at the base. Enough room for me to fit and hide away from the storm.
The rock bites down on my back as I squeeze through its opening. Inside the small, dank, dingy cavern stalagmites hang from the ceiling. It wasn't much, but it would keep me dry from the storm.
I can't help, but think how perfect this little conclave is. If I were on a vaction, it would be the perfect little spot to quench my romantic, adventurous, and tourist side.
Every step I take the clothes cling to me. I shudder while drops of water hit the top of my head. I need to get out of these clothes.
I throw my clothes onto the ground and lay them out. Hopefully, they will be dry in the morning. I lay down naked on the ground shaking. At the back of the cave, I find a small recess for me to crawl inside.
Outside the thunder rumbles and shakes the cave. I hope the water level doesn't rise high enough to drown me in my sleep. Futile thoughts drip into my head.
How long was I going to be here? Would I be the only person on the island? Would they ever find me? It takes hours of fear, mental exhaustion, and uncertainty to finally make me drift off to sleep.
"Are you ok?" I feel someone's warm touch on my arm. My eyes open wide and I push myself against the tiny, frigid, dingy wall of the cavern. I hit the back of my head sending an echo throughout the cave. "Woah. Woah. I don't mean any harm."
The silhouette of his body sends ripples through my body. It calms me. I can see his biceps ripping out of his wet shirt, hand hovering above my face.
"Who are you?" I sink deeper into the hole, unsure what he wants.
"The name's Dan. I was on the plane. The one that crashed last night." He runs his hand through his jet black hair, putting some distance between him and me. He paces around the cave, but I don't move. He turns around to face me, "What's your name?"