by Pamela Prim
“I want you doctor, deep inside." she said in a timid voice. He did not wait for another invitation. He got rid of his shirt, and Laura looked in awe at the well-formed body. She ran her fingers over his white chest hair, and through his muscular shoulder blades. He kissed her, slowly and sensually. Laura massaged his back; she wanted to feel that cock. Her hand finally got into his trousers, and inside the boxers. His cock was massive; it felt like a snake with veins running its breadth. She put her small fingers around it and massaged. The doctor groaned in pleasure. She caressed the shaft running her fingers up and down. The doctor kissed her deeply, sinking his tongue in her mouth. They moved together as she caressed his cock, and he kissed her passionately for a while.
He disengaged from her hold and with one swift motion threw his pants to the floor. With only boxers on and Laura lying naked before him he was reaching his climax fast. He pressed his boxers on her crotch again and began grinding. Laura did not want any more of that. She needed him inside of her. “I want you inside of me; please, I want you to be my first." She begged. The doctor stopped his motions immediately.
“Your first? You haven't done this before?" He asked with lots of concern.
"No, I haven't" she answered.
“Maybe this is not such a good idea" the doctor hesitated.
“No, please don't stop" Laura replied pulling him to her.
When he saw the curve of her hip rounding off to the mystery beneath her navel, all of his reservations quickly went away. She tried to touch his cock but the boxer was on the way. Half sitting she removed the troublesome boxers, and finally the cock stood erect in front of her face. Her mouth went to its tip giving the massive member a kiss. The doctor held her head, she ran her tongue all the way down to the shaft. There was no taste to it just the smell of sex in the air. When she reached the base she rolled her tongue all over his balls. The doctor moaned a deep groan. She then took his massive tip inside her mouth. She could feel the veins pumping in her mouth as it went in and out, fucking her cute mouth. The doctor was now holding tightly to her head, pushing his cock inside her warm mouth. He quickly pulled it out, when he was just about to explode. He pushed her back to the bed and separated her legs. Slowly he placed the tip of his hard cock on her opening. She twisted trying to get it inside.
“Patience, Laura" he instructed. His cock softly pressed to her pussy lips, it danced around the moistness. Inch by inch he pressed inside, slowly at first and then with more intent. She gasped as the tip of his manliness went inside her. A pleasure that she'd never felt before enveloped her. The doctor knew what he was doing. He thrust in and out using only the tip of his penis. He wanted her all wet, finally with a firmer stroke he urged his shaft inside her. Laura wrapped her arms around him crying in pain and pleasure. With a final stroke he thrust his entire cock inside her, before she could scream he started making love to her, pumping in and out with an unrelenting urgency. Laura felt the dick inside her, strong and hard, her whole body vibrated as he thrust into her with more venom. This was better than she'd expected. The way the doctor moved turned her even more. His tight butt diving into her was the most erotic sight she'd ever seen. The storm inside her was increasing, soon she would explode.
"Do not stop, Doctor, make love to me!" she implored. He thrust in harder, and she lifted herself to meet him.
His body felt weightless on top of her. Each time he went in a shiver would rise from his cock to her body. It felt like nothing shed ever experienced. When she thought she was about to burst and couldn’t take it anymore he stopped. “go on; don’t stop now." she said. He did not reply but turned her over. Laura’s back now facing the doctor. She felt his cock on her bare buttocks. The doctor was running it up and down her exposed vagina. His hands picked her up, propping her behind up. Laura knew this style, the famous dog style. It felt slutty bending over in front of the doctor. His hard cock probed her until it squeezed inside her warmness again. He started pumping as soon as it was in. In this angle he felt bigger inside her. Every thrust was met, Laura seeking to fill the overwhelming need. He dug in harder and harder, and she had to hold on to the bed rails for support. He grabbed her waist, then her hair in his hands. Her pussy was now filled to the maximum; she could feel nothing else but him now. The storm was brewing, soon she would explode. The knock on the door became louder. Neither the doctor nor Laura could hear it. They were entangled in a maddening mating session. The doctor could not take his eyes off her back, her ass and her hair as the whole body rocked to his thrusts. The knock became louder.
"Doctor Mathew, are you inside there?" Nurse Agnes asked, knocking on the door once again. The doctor could hear Agnes but he couldn't stop. He wanted to go on and never stop. Laura felt so good
"DOCTOR!" the nurse shouted from outside. They stopped their rhythm suddenly, reality finally dawning on them. Doctor Mathew removed his hard cock from her.
"No,” Laura pleaded, knowing it was over.
The doctor gave her a kiss on the forehead." We have to stop Laura, I'm sorry."
They put on their clothes quickly, and he made her sit at the table. He then proceeded to open the door. “Agnes, "sorry about that, Miss Daniels had some complications. I was giving her the full body checkup."
"What complications, Doctor?" the nurse inquired.
"Everything is all taken care of. There is nothing to worry about, is there, Laura? Doctor Mathew asked.
“I am all good now doctor" she replied her eyes shimmying around shyly.
The nurse did not seem convinced. She picked some files and saw herself out, all the time eyeing the room suspiciously. “That was close” Doctor Matthew said exhaling a deep sigh of relief. Laura wanted to finish what they had started, but the mood didn't seem right. Doctor Mathew gave her the bottle of ointment and some pain killers. He gave her the prescription form and a letter confirming that she was fit to play in the performance. “This should do it" he said. He then gave her his card, in case of any complications. “You can always come to my office, Saturday afternoons are ideal for dealing with any unfinished complications." He said with a straight face. Laura knew exactly what he meant.
The next morning, Laura went straight to the conductor's office and handed the assistant her clearance letter. Pablo the great was nowhere to be seen, but his assistant assured her everything was in order; she could join the others for the rehearsals. Laura skipped outside the orchestra building and into the café where Selina was waiting. After their usual niceties complete with the kisses, they focused on the coffee. Selina sipped the coffee and washed down the delicious looking cookie. “How was the medical check? Are you all good now?” She asked.”
“I don't even feel the swell in my knee anymore. I got a great doctor who rubbed this magic medicine and poof, it went away." Laura said.
"Wow, that is great, at least you can wear your heels for the big performance." Selina said.
“I’ll be the most gorgeous cello player in the whole stage" Laura joked. They laughed in unison.
“The doctor also popped my cherry" Laura said as a matter of fact.
Selina looked at her in disbelief." Get out of here. You're joking” she said looking for signs of a joke in her friends face. When it sank in Selina let out a shocked scream. Everybody in the small cafe looked at them like they were crazy. Laura went on to narrate the most erotic experience of her life.
The performance had gone well the previous night. Everybody had been brilliant. The musical magazines and websites were already calling it the "performance of the year." Laura negotiated her bug around the corner and held her breath. It was Saturday afternoon and ahead was her destination. She was going back to the hospital. She had not called Doctor Mathew in advance. She just didn't know what to say. The hospital was not as busy as the last time she was there. She ignored the reception and headed straight to room 51. The waiting area was empty, Nurse Agnes was nowhere to be seen. She knocked on the white door suddenly feeling stupid. What was she doing here?
She slowly got in.
"Laura, you came!" doctor Mathew said standing up from his desk. He was wearing blue denim trousers today, with the same white coat he had the last time. She didn't whether to hug, shake his hand or kiss him. He on the other hand knew exactly what to do with the stunning beauty standing in front of him. He drew her to him, closing his mouth on hers. He wanted to feel her tongue on his. Pushed her backwards, pinning her tight dress to the door. With one hand he locked the door, while the other caressed her waist. Laura was already burning up and she struggled to remove his pants. The denim fell to the ground, revealing the huge bulge in his shorts. She touched the erect cock and it hardened in her hand.
Doctor Mathew went crazy when she touched him. He pulled the dress up to her waist and started caressing her pussy through the panties. His mind remembered how she felt, a sense of urgency engulfed him. He ripped the panties to one side and to his surprise they came off. She was now bare, waiting for him. He parted her thighs and inserted his finger inside the warmness. She cried out in pleasure when he rubbed her clit. She couldn't wait anymore; directing the stiff cock Laura saddled him. He pounded her pussy there on the door, her legs swinging wildly behind him.
When he exploded into her, Laura clung tightly to him. All unresolved complications were now settled.
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 53
Hank Irons settled in to watch the game. The couch was cheap and stuffing was coming out of one arm onto the fine hardwood floors. Hank had no good excuse to still have the couch. It was one that he had bought with his first paycheck after getting married years ago. He could afford better now even with the alimony, but he had won the couch in the divorce. It had gotten ugly and expensive, so Hank remembered every piece he had taken off his wife in the settlement. The couch was one. The Elvis tapestry on one wall of the living room was the other. It might be time for both to go, but they were trophies of a hard fought victory. He was keeping them. It would be like tossing out mounted deer heads that a man had hunted up himself. His ex-wife had taken those, so he was keeping the ratty couch and bigger than life velvet Elvis out in full view.
It was old, fat, sweaty Elvis from the Vegas years too. Hank felt a kinship to this latter day Elvis. Hank was forty, but he was fit and cut. He worked hard and he played hard. He looked good enough to bring home some young, hot trophies from the clubs most weekends too.
This weekend was pizza, wings, beer, and football. He hadn’t gone out or brought anyone home. It was a private party for him, Vegas Elvis, and old couch. Hank tipped an open beer up toward Elvis’s open, velvet mouth.
Hank smiled. “No, you’re the king.”
Hank took a deep swallow. This was a passing out on the couch kind of afternoon and he intended to pour enough beer down to see that plan along.
They even captured the blue drops of fat Elvis’s flying sweat in crushed velvet. It was a gaudy thing of beauty and it was all his.
They were still on the pre-game jabber with old athletes playing experts telling who had the advantage in the game. Hank shook his head. He knew a man had to work, but there was something sad about watching old heroes comment on a game they couldn’t play any longer. Every guy on the screen in a tacky jacket was in his fat Elvis stage of his career.
Hank smiled and lifted his half empty beer at the wide screen. “No, you’re the fat, sweaty Elvis.”
The television was really way too big for the room. He had to have special struts mounted on the wall and connected floor to ceiling to hold up the TV. It covered one whole wall. Hank had the couch pushed back all the way to the divider counter and he was still too close. He told himself that he liked to be able to reach over his head to grab food, but the truth was that he had installed a damn movie screen in his living room just to prove that he could. If he watched TV with the lights out, he’d probably damage his eyes and the neighbors would come to the window to investigate the strange light.
Hank’s house was on the corner, so the neighbor’s house was at an odd angle to his. He could see from the living room down into their backyard, side-yard, and driveway. The house had been vacant for a while, but Phil up the street had said a couple was moving in.
Phil’s exact words were, “The guy is kind of dumpy, but the girl is marriage ending hot.”
Unfortunately, Hank knew exactly what Phil meant. It was marriage ending hot young girls that had done the trick for Hank’s divorce too.
He heard a motorcycle roar through the neighborhood with a Doppler Effect that he could feel through the walls of the house. Hank smiled. He had his gigantic TV while Phil had gotten a Harley. If the man ended up divorced, it would probably be about the bike before the girls.
Hank heard a metal on metal screech outside. It sounded like bad brakes. There was a pump and another screech.
Hank stood and moved to the living room window. He saw the reverse lights of a box truck pulling into the neighbor’s driveway. Hank frowned. He would have to remember to put on pants in the morning again. He started to step away from the window as the movers got out, but then he stopped himself and kept watching.
The pair struggled with the latch handle on the back of the truck. It took him a second to realize he was staring at a dumpy fellow kneeling behind the truck and then a smoking hot woman stepping around the corner.
The gears turned on what Phil had told him earlier and then Hank nodded with understanding. “Oh, self movers. Either saving money or you spent yourself house poor and you had to move yourselves then. God, to be young and stupid again. I would never move my own stuff again.”
She leaned on the back corner of the truck and Hank got a better view of her figure. His mouth actually dropped open. She had huge tits barely contained in her tee shirt. He wasn’t sure she was wearing a bra. He could see nipples pressing hard through the cotton even from all the way up in his living room. Her blond hair spilled down around her shoulders in golden curls. He could see the icy blue of her eyes. They were almost too blue to be from the real world. Her jeans shorts had white strings coming down from the frayed denim edges that were cut so high that they showed all the leg there was to see. Nothing left to do but rip them loose to reveal that pussy and ass which Hank just somehow knew would be perfect. Phil hadn’t been kidding. This babe was worth every ended marriage. Hank wanted to end her marriage.
He shook his head.
The frumpy husband got the door unlatched and rolled it up. Hank could see shelves, cabinets, couches, mattresses, and even filing cabinets. The dude struggled to get the hand truck down off the back. He and the wife were discussing what to take down first.
“Come on, man,” Hank said. “Do you not have any friends? I could get a dozen guys on Super Bowl Sunday, if my wife had tits like that. We’d all be moving with raging hard ons though.”
They knelt down and Hank saw the shorts ride up as the denim hugged her curves on that fine ass. Hank gritted his teeth. That was too much.
They were trying to figure out how to get the ramp out from under the truck.
Hank sighed and rubbed at his forehead.
If he went out there, he would be doing the work that this dork should have forked out a few hundred dollars to get pros to do. They’d probably try to pay him in pizza like they were still in damn college. If he hid inside, Hank would probably hear it when the dude threw out his back. The wife might get hurt too. Hank would feel bad about letting that happen.
He shook his head and headed for his front door. Hank considered calling Phil to get him to help to. He could tell Phil about the tits, but Phil would probably just roar by on his bike again really slow without actually stopping to help. Everyone else in the neighborhood had better sense than to jump in on a free move.
As Hank rounded the outside of the house and headed for the neighbors’ drive, he realized he was probably going to be laid up tomorrow with ice packs on his
back.
“A wild weekend.” Hank whispered.
He crossed the invisible line that divided his property from that of the new neighbors’ lot across the grass. As he approached the driveway, he cleared his throat a few time to keep from startling the guy. Hank definitely did not want to spend his weekend giving some guy CPR.
He saw the dumpy guy first still messing with the ramp release. It was good that he couldn’t get it to pop loose because where he had his fingers he was either going to break them or clip them off.