Dr. Goodfreid washed his hand again and then put gloves on. He came over to the exam table and sat on a stool between April’s legs.
“Spread your knees, please,” he said gently. He looked up at April from between her legs and she looked at him; for a moment she imagined him going down on her—it was the same view—and she laughed.
“Sorry,” she said. “Just nervous.”
“That’s understandable,” Dr. Goodfreid said. “I’m going to touch the outside of your vagina now, April, and then we’ll start the exam.”
April closed her eyes and went into her fantasy bedroom, where Dr. Goodfreid was Tobias Goodfreid and he was going to go down on her, finger fuck her, and then they would make love, because they were intimate with one another.
In her fantasy, Dr. Goodfreid pressed his fingertips against her labia, just as he had done to her breasts. He parted her lips with his fingers and inserted his index finger first, then his middle finger. She breathed as she felt herself grow more wet, and she groaned against his touch. He was holding her hand and squeezing it. She opened her eyes and looked up at Nurse Tricia. She realized in a quick moment, that her fantasy was not a fantasy at all. Dr. Goodfreid had two fingers inserted in her vagina, and he was moving them slowly in and out, watching her. Based on how she felt, he had removed the glove somewhere along the way.
Nurse Tricia moved a piece of hair off of April’s forehead. “You’re being very good, April. Is this how you thought it would be?”
“Um, not exactly,” April said dreamily. “It’s better.”
“That’s what we thought. We thought you would like this to be more informal, less clinical. If you ever start to feel uncomfortable, just say something, okay? We’ll stop. If you like it, tell me that, too.” She was still holding onto April’s hand, and she leaned down to kiss April’s forehead.
April took that opportunity to lift her left hand, the one not being held by Tricia, and she cupped Tricia’s left breast with her palm. Tricia moved her lips to April’s and kissed her, slowly at first, light and gentle, then harder as April responded. Tricia leaned over April and pulled her hand away from her breast, then pressed both April’s hands down onto the exam table as she continued to kiss her. April felt Tricia parting her lips with her tongue and she responded by opening her mouth wider for Tricia to explore more deeply.
April was aware of Dr. Goodfreid watching them kiss, and she felt him increase the speed of his fingers in her vagina. She pressed her hips closer to him and allowed her knees to drop open even more. As he continued to finger fuck her, he also allowed his thumb to breeze lightly across her clit. The first few times she felt it flutter over, she groaned with pleasure and responded by kissing Tricia harder. She was wet, she knew it, and knew that her arousal would soon begin to drip onto the doctor’s fingers, maybe even the floor, but she didn’t want to move or slide up because she didn’t want to pull away from him.
“April,” Dr. Goodfreid said. “You are so, so sexy.” He stood and April heard the stool wheel away. She opened her eyes and watched him take off his white coat. He wore jeans and a collared polo beneath it, and he undid his belt quickly. He tossed both the coat and his belt onto the chair that held April’s clothes, and then he unzipped his jeans and undid the button. His cock escaped very willingly from his boxers. April saw the signs of his own arousal in small liquid dark spots on his boxers and her mouth began to water. She loved sucking cock. Loved swallowing cum. She felt a sensation of power when she was going down on a guy that she had never managed to capture anywhere else, and she fucking loved it. She knew a lot of women who didn’t like to give head and she didn’t understand it. If you can make your man come and you can literally have his manhood in your mouth, between your teeth, while you do it—well, what was more powerful than that?
“Mmmmm,” she said, gazing hungrily at his cock, and then looking up at his eyes. His cock was huge and hard, and April knew that it had probably been hard from the moment Tricia had come over to hold her hand, if not longer. He liked to watch the women interact with one another.
April lifted her chin and reached for Tricia with her hands, now both free. “Let me touch you,” she whispered to Tricia. “Take off your top.” Tricia wore a nurse’s smock over a regular shirt and white nursing pants. Without hesitating, Tricia took off the smock to reveal a tighter babydoll style t-shirt beneath. She turned to April and April watched her do a small strip tease, moving her hips and running her hands along her own breasts while both April and Dr. Goodfreid watched. April longed to pinch Tricia’s nipples, to lick and suck one as she pinched the other, to feel Tricia’s breath in her lungs and her arousal through her hard, erect nipples. When she stepped closer to April, she pulled her shirt off over her head and moved in so April could touch her.
“Your breasts are perfect,” April whispered as she gazed admiringly at Tricia. If she was wet before, she discovered she was absolutely soaked now. Even more than the doctor’s cock, she was finding Tricia to be where her most active attraction lay. “Come here,” she said.
Tricia stepped up onto the assistance stair on the exam table and straddled April. April took Tricia onto herself and began to do what she had, only moments before, fantasized about. She ran her thumbs over Tricia’s nipples, which were just as warm and hard as April had imagined. Tricia responded with a groan and squeezed her breasts closer together with her upper arms, giving April a view of her cleavage. Slowly, April added her index fingers to the fun and began to massage her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. Tricia groaned louder and whipped her head back, her hair coming loose out of her bun. She reached up and pulled the ponytail holder that was containing the last of the bun, and her hair tumbled over her shoulders and her back. April smiled and wrapped her arms around Tricia’s shoulders. Tricia dropped onto April and began to grind up and down, side to side, as she pushed April back up toward the top of the exam table. April couldn’t see the doctor, but she suspected that he was sitting on the stool watching, stroking himself and admiring what had to be an incredibly glorious view of Tricia’s ass as it bobbed up and down thrusting against April.
“Take your pants off,” April commanded, and blushed slightly. She felt like she was being very demanding. “Please,” she added.
“You can give orders, April; I like that.” Tricia got to her knees and somehow managed to stay on the exam table while taking her pants off. She tossed them onto the pile of clothes growing in the corner, and then returned her attention to April.
April sat up on her elbows and gazed at Tricia’s pussy. She was mostly clean-shaven, just a small strip of hair that wasn’t so much a landing strip as it was just a hint of decoration. Her pussy was pink and moist, glistening with her own arousal. April licked her lips, hungry for Tricia’s goodness to be close to her face, in her mouth. She wanted to lick Tricia from head to toe, and she gazed into Tricia’s eyes, communicating her attraction and her intentions to Tricia without any words at all.
Tricia must have understood, because she pulled off April’s exam gown and pressed against her, skin to skin. April bent her knees and wrapped her legs around Tricia as they came together, their pussies grinding up and down against one another.
“Oh God,” Tricia groaned. “Your pussy is so fucking hot.”
“Likewise,” April agreed. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
The doctor came into view and handed Tricia a vibrator. April saw it and grinned.
“Standard office equipment?” she asked.
“Of course!” Dr. Goodfreid said. “At least for exams of this…type.”
Tricia took it quickly and turned it on. The buzz filled the room and all three glanced toward the door.
“It’s okay,” Dr. Goodfreid said. “The doors are soundproof enough. No one will know.”
April’s mind was reeling. She came in today to get her stupid pelvic exam, something she had been dreading since she found out they even existed and that, as a woman, she was obligated to get the
m at least annually. Now, she was in the middle of having sex with a beautiful woman with perfect breasts, perfect skin, and a perfect pussy.
Tricia didn’t waste time with the vibrator. She ran it over April’s labia, over her clit, and April cried out as the electric energy surged through her. After a few passes, April felt the head of the vibrator, a purple rubber covering a dark pink rod, pressing into her. April opened her hips and her knees, and pressed herself down toward the vibrator, accepting it into her. She felt full and hot, as though she could come at any moment, but she didn’t want things to end so quickly. She wanted to play with Tricia for as long as she could, feeling her and enjoying her wetness, her scent, and, if possible, come with her at the same time.
“We’ll take turns with that, you know,” April said to Tricia.
“No,” Tricia disagreed. “This is all for you. I want you to use your fingers.” Keeping the vibrator as it was, Tricia grabbed one of April’s hands and brought it to her clit, engorged and protruding slightly from her vaginal lips.
“You’re so fucking wet,” April whispered admirably. “My god.” Tricia’s wetness was on her inner thighs as well as inside her, and April took her fingers and rubbed the wetness onto Tricia’s clit. She began to circle it with her thumb, then, when she sensed Tricia was ready, she gently pinched her clit between her thumb and her index finger.
“Fuck!” Tricia cried out, her face and chest flushed red. “Fuck that feels so…fuck!”
Tricia dropped the vibrator and pressed down on April, finding her hips with her hands. April felt Tricia find her clit with her pubic bone and the two women moved together. Tricia’s hair flowed into April’s, tickling her neck and her collarbone. The tension in April built and she knew she was close, on the edge of her orgasm. She dropped her head back to give Tricia space to kiss her neck. Tricia kissed it enthusiastically, groaning and sucking, almost grunting as she continued to thrust against April.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” April said, feeling the sensation of lightness beginning to emanate from her clit. “I’m gonna come!”
“You’re so goddamn hot,” The two women talked in low voices to one another and, within a few moments, both cried out in their orgasm. Neither stopped; they kept grinding against each other in an unspoken desire for a sustained, possibly multiple orgasm. April marveled at how in sync she and Tricia were. They moved in a perfect rhythm, and within another moment, both women came a second time, the orgasm stretching itself out into a heartbeat with small blips of heightened energy as they came.
“Again!” Tricia cried out, and they kept moving, body to body, not room to slip a cell between them, a hot, itching sensation in April’s clit that needed to be scratched again and again as she came over and over, each orgasm making her cry out, like a fit of sneezing, no relief, all release.
When the women finally slowed down a few minutes later, the orgasms waning, April laid back, gasping and breathless. She could not stop smiling, and she cupped her swollen pussy with her hand, feeling the coolness of her palm against the throbbing warmth of the rest of her body. Tricia pulled back from, or, April thought, more like slid off of, her and stood next to the exam table. Dr. Goodfreid pulled a chair up to Tricia and she sat, just as breathless as April.
The two women looked at one another appreciatively, both feeling a sensation of being desired, fulfilled, and satisfied. April felt like she needed a cigarette, and she didn’t even smoke.
“Well, that was…” she paused, searching for a word. “Unexpected.”
All three burst into laughter, another tension release, and April reached for her exam gown. Then she paused. “Wait,” she said, looking at Dr. Goodfreid and his cock, now larger than life and nearly ready to burst. “Come here,” she said. “Nurse?” she asked, looking at Tricia. “Would you like to assist?”
20. Dr. Dale Takes Laura’s Innocence
By: Emily Walsh
Dr. Dale Takes Laura’s Innocence
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Chapter 1
Unbelievable thought Laura. It was the biggest event for the Fairbanks Hospital since it opened 20 years earlier. The banquet celebrating the opening of a new wing to the hospital was the grandest event in town and that jerk Dale was giving the keynote address. She still could not believe how the hotshot Doctor who had been at the hospital for only five years was now the superstar and spokesman for the hospital. Dr. Dale D’Angelo…he is such an asshole thought Laura.
After all, she'd been at Fairbanks for 10 years and was by far a better doctor in her estimate. Ever since she'd gotten to the hospital she devoted her life to making it a better place and had lobbied hard for the new wing. Dale, on the other hand, was lauded as a hero ever since he stepped foot into the hospital. He was tall, handsome, and has a personality that was very powerful yet light. “He has mojo in spades…you could call him Ace,” was how one of the head nurses described him.
But what really stood him apart was the fact that two years ago, as a side project, he had invented an artificial heart valve which has already earned him over $1 billion according to the rumors. What irked Laura even more about Dale than the fact that he was superrich, was the fact that they both were surgeons and, although she didn't want to admit it, he was a damn good one.
The banquet was the place to be. The Mayor was there, along with all the big businessmen in town, and all of the major socialites. Everyone was dressed spectacularly in their best tuxedos and gowns. Classical music played in the background while a fleet of waiters scurried around delivering drinks.
The new wing to the hospital was a major breakthrough, certainly, but Laura felt like it was more of a party for Dale. After all, he was the golden boy inventor of the medical device that saves lives and everybody loved him for it. His reputation was sparkling and he also has a force of personality that everybody like to be around. However, Laura simply believed he was arrogant and overrated even though deep down there might be a touch of envy and office rivalry at play.
Laura felt even worse about the situation because not only was Dale giving the keynote speech and being applauded by everybody but he was also attending with his beautiful wife, Kate, which she despised even more than Dale.
Meanwhile, Laura was still single. She devoted the last 20 years to getting ahead. First, she studied harder than anybody else to receive her degree. Then, right after medical school she got married but, due to her high work volume, she ended up getting a divorce a few months later. In addition, Laura was a bit on the plump side - she was a big, beautiful woman with ample breasts and a luscious bottom. She was at the event with a date but it was with her friend Frank who she had known since college.
“What a wonderful evening,” said Sarah. Sarah was one of the head nurses at the hospital and her and Laura had always been friends ever since they first met a few years earlier. Sarah was quite attractive t
hought Laura. For the banquet she let her hair down and it went all the way to the middle of her back. At work, she kept it up in a bun, but for the banquet everyone was gussied up and Sarah's normal attractiveness was taken to a whole new level.
“Yeah, I think it's great,” replied Laura.
“Ladies and gentlemen good evening and thank you for coming,” the MC began, as everybody directed their attention towards the front of the room. After a few introductions and speeches congratulating everybody and welcoming the guests, Dale was announced. “And now let me introduce a man who needs no introduction, but first, we make the announcement that the new wing of the hospital is going to be named the “Dr. Dale D'Angelo wing!”
Suddenly the blood began to rush to Laura's face and she almost fell out of her chair. What the hell are they doing? a voice screamed in her head. She couldn't believe it. She put in ten times as many hours working to get that wing built than Dale and now they were naming it after him? Unbelievable thought Laura. It could not have been named after a bigger jerk. She snapped the breadstick that was in her hand and it helped to release a little of her pent up aggression.
“Thank you, thank you,” said Dale as the applause kept coming. “Thank you, no, please, please take a seat.” Finally, after the applause ended and everyone sat back down, Dale continued. “Many, many years ago, we had a dream, we had a dream and now it has finally come to pass,” Dale continued to a thunderous ovation.
Many years ago? He has only been at the hospital for five years and he was talking like he had founded the freaking hospital thought Laura.
Dale continued his speech for a few more minutes as Laura fumed. Suddenly Dale paused and looked around. “But you know, I can't take all the credit for building the new wing, there was one person in particular who worked hard to help get it done.”
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