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By yours truly, Wizard

About This Story

This is a story that I constantly review and edit to improve my writing style so expect that there will be later versions with more chapters (mostly in draft).

Through experience, I have learned that a good story point of view is told from the character who has the greatest struggle, which for MC is usually the target (although the controller must also be conflicted with their actions to others). I find the pace very difficult to master and try to learn from: Downing Street, Pan, Joe Stagg and Rawly Rawls. Lastly, I mostly enjoy MC stories wherein a protagonist wins over aloof characters.

Hope you like it.

Chapter One

Christina took a deep breath as she opened up the file on her next patient, Gilbert Booker. It was her practice to review the medical histories of her patients before seeing them but, as she flipped through the file, she realised that there wasn't much to go on. Gilbert had not been to the clinic for more than two years and his records didn’t reveal any serious illnesses at his last visit.

She stood up, and paused to check herself in the mirror, her look was both suitable and professional. She didn't want to give her patient any unwitting messages that could compromise their session or make him uncomfortable. With a nod of satisfaction, she confirmed that her outfit met her standards and was proper for a healthcare expert.

The waiting room was a madhouse and people crammed into every available space. The seats were occupied by patients, all of whom seemed to be in various states of distress. The air felt suffocating, made worse by the anticipation of a long day ahead. Christina groaned, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to rest from the constant stream of visitors until well after sunset.

She raised her voice to be heard over the clamour, “Gilbert Booker, could you come to my office?”

Getting to his feet, the young man revealed his slightly heavier build, pale skin, and a pair of glasses that seemed to magnify his eyes. Although he wasn't exactly the picture of health, Christina hoped this day’s problems wouldn’t be too serious.

She led Gilbert into her office, closing the door behind them to create a private space for their appointment. With a warm smile, she invited him to take a seat, positioning herself to the side of her desk. By allowing him to sit first, she subtly asserted her authority in a polite yet firm manner. "I'm Doctor Cartwright," she said, her voice gentle and professional. "How can I help you today?"

Restless and fidgety, he shifted uncomfortably in his chair, stealing quick glances in every direction. It was clear that something was weighing heavily on his mind. “Well Doc, I have a problem that I believe you can help me with. It’s kind of embarrassing to talk about but I know you're the best person to fix it.”

Christina suppressed a chuckle as she saw the young man's discomfort. How many times had she encountered boys too embarrassed to reveal their health issues? Didn't they know that as a doctor, she had heard it all and seen it all? Patiently, she waited, knowing that he needed time to gather his courage.

“Just go on Gilbert. What’s the matter?”

His gaze darted from side to side before finally settling on hers. He cleared his throat as his hands rose between them, waving gently before thrusting forward. At the same time, he spoke in a hushed voice, “Okay, um, here goes. It’s very important that you take care of me.”

Christina couldn't tear her eyes away from his hands while his words echoed in her ears, seeping deep into her thoughts. Her mind reformed into a stronger determination, and she found herself fuelled by a greater sense of purpose. “Of course I will help. But, you have to tell me about your problem first.”

Curiously, he began to relax. “I believe it actually worked... I believe it did... Perhaps? Doc, you're really incredibly pretty.”

What a strange kid. Christina glanced at her watch; he had ten minutes left and he was just wasting it. "Look, can you please tell me why you're here?" she asked, her tone a little too harsh.

Once again, his hands moved in a wave-like motion, drawing her attention as his voice grew deeper. “My sister, well… forget about her. Um, Doc, you're incredibly sexy and it's your duty to make me feel better. Yeah, that's the idea. Ah yeah, that will do.”

Christina nodded, her mind echoing his words. Why did he feel the need to state the obvious and talk about her job?

“Wait, why are you even telling me this?”

He sank back, nearly sliding off the chair. His head drooped to one side, his jaw went slack, and his eyes rolled upwards, almost closing completely.

Christina freaked out, asking, “What just happened? Are you okay Gilbert?”

A weak smile crossed his lips. “I'm fine, that really drained me and I just need a moment to catch my breath. The first part is always the hardest.”

She frowned, trying to make sense of his jumbled words. It was clear he was struggling with something, but she had no idea what it might be. She leaned in, her voice soft and gentle, "I'm not sure I understand what you're saying. Can you tell me more about what's going on?"

Slowly, he straightened himself up, wincing as if he had been injured. “Hey Doc, I need your help. Um... Well, it's about my private parts. They were... overused, you know? My sister, she... I mean, my cock isn't doing what it used to. Can you help me out? Do you get what I'm trying to say?"

It was common for men to worry about their erections, but Christina wanted to get to the bottom of Gilbert’s issue. To that end, she made a note into his medical history and then took a moment to browse through the physical conditions associated with erectile dysfunction. Unfortunately, there was nothing new in the papers that could help.

She wrapped a monitor around his forearm.

“What are you doing?” he squeaked.

Christina tried to appear genuine, although her tone came across as insincere, “Maybe your problems are due to low blood pressure. Let's start there." After a few pumps, she added, "It's within the normal range. Have you experienced any headaches, discomfort or unusual symptoms? Have you recently hurt yourself?”

“No!” he replied.

“Okay, in that case, we'll need to do some more tests”. Christina turned her attention to the computer, entered some information, printed out a letter, and handed it to him. "Here, take this to the pathologist and when you get the results, make another appointment to see me."

“Tests? I don’t need any them,” he said, waving his hands again and lowering his voice. “You need to treat my penis. It needs your expertise. It's urgent, so you have to deal with it yourself, now.”

“I'm sorry, but there's nothing else I can do for you. I mean...” Her mind became muddled. She stood up, worried that she hadn't approached the problem in the most effective manner. “Hmm, maybe a brief examination is the appropriate course of action. Would you please take off your trousers and lie down?”

He didn't waste any time in undressing but it was hard to believe that anything was wrong because his penis was half-mast as he lay on the bed. Christina put on her gloves and perched her glasses on the tip of her nose to get a closer look. She carefully examined his scrotum, the base of his penis, and applied gentle pressure to test the head. Even the slightest touch triggered a noticeable stiffening reaction, which made Christina gulp nervously. As a medical practitioner, she had to carry out this uncomfortable task from time to time, but this examination was particularly embarrassing.

She muttered, “No discolouration, signs of infection, disease, or dysfunction. You seem to be in good health.”

“Oh gosh, are you absolutely certain? Something feels off about it. It's just way too soft.”

“Of course I’m sure,” Christina snapped. Annoyed by his lack of trust, she quickly cleaned her hands, dried them and ironed down her skirt, determined to regain her position of authority.

With his hands rising, Gilbert flexed his fingers in a circular gesture. He fixed his gaze on her, grabbing her attention. “It would be so much better if you took care of my cock. Remember, you’re so sexy and it’s your job to make me feel better.”

That was just ridiculous. Why the hell would she do that? Her thoughts came to a halt, spun around, and rewired her thinking. She took a closer look at his penis; it was limp, too soft, and needed her attention. Slowly, ever so slowly, she gently touched the tip with her finger and traced down the shaft until she reached his scrotum. Her fingers curled up, barely gliding along the surface, just touching, but it was enough. The results were instantaneous, as the penis stood erect.

“Look, it's completely healthy. No need to worry at all. Now, go get dressed and swing by the pathology whenever you have some free time.”

“But Doc, you’ve only just begun and my cock needs more. You’ve gotta make it harder.”

“Harder? I’m a doctor, I conduct medical diagnosis. I’m not a sex worker.”

Once again, Christina thoughts tumbled around like a whirlpool. She reminded herself that Doctors followed a strict code of conduct and never crossed professional boundaries. She set her own limits and would never do more than stimulate a patient's penis. With a firm grip, she expertly applied pressure, seeking to enhance Gilbert's excitement. A sense of pride welled up in her as she watched his organ growing between her fingers.

“Oh my gosh Doc, that feels so good! Would you go a little faster? It would fantastic if you could make me cum.”

A part of Christina wanted to stop and give the stupid boy a piece of her mind, but Gilbert's waving hands clouded her thoughts. His every word had a profound effect on her and she had never connected with a patient in such a way before. Caressing his penis was not only enjoyable, but also arousing. Her hips sway as her vagina warmed to the sensations.

She hoped that Gilbert would climax in a few more minutes; teenagers usually didn't hold out for very long. But she had to try an another tactic to move things along. While stroking his penis, she cupped his scrotum to tease his testicles, aware of the reservoir of semen ready to be released. Her heart pounded and her body quivered with delight as she cared for her patient, enjoying the scent of his body and the intoxicating effect it had on her. Embarrassingly, pre-cum dripped onto her hand, causing a wet spot to form inside her panties.

“Doc?”

"Quiet Gilbert. Right now I want you to lay back so I can get on with it."

“Doc!”

“What is it? What could be so important that you have to interrupt?”

“Gosh,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking sexy Doc. It’s only fair that I return the favour.”

She wasn’t sure what he meant until his hand touched her thighs. She barely put up resistance while he lowered her panties and found her sweet spot. Despite his youth, he knew how to please a woman. With a gentle touch, he found her clitoris, sending delightful waves of pleasure throughout her body.

For the next five more minutes, Christina devoted her medical expertise to caring for Gilbert’s genitals all the while he stimulated her sexually. She listened as he told her that she loved his cock, that it turned her on, and how much fun she was having. At one point, she thought about giving him an oral stimulation, but dismissed it because the act because it would have be unprofessional.

Christina felt very pleased with herself and really, really horny and she hoped it would never end. But her happiness was shattered by a sudden grunt from Gilbert. A powerful jet of semen shot into the air before landing on her arm. Moments later, another burst of goo sprayed across her face.

She gasped and pleaded, “Please keep going. I’m so close… I’m almost there. Please finish me off Gilbert.”

Gilbert's fingers paused until he heard her request, then he stroked her clit with renewed energy and told her, “Cum Doc. Cum like there’s no tomorrow and let it blow your mind.”

“Grnnnnn,” Christina let out a guttural growl as a climax ripped through her, Her vagina flooded, her legs gave out, and she nearly collapsed onto her patient before she caught herself.

The post-orgasm euphoria slowly faded until Christina took in her surroundings once more. There had been some kind of battle and she had lost, but she couldn’t figure out how it happened. She knew that she had fundamentally been changed, her values and beliefs had been reshaped by whatever had just happened.

She looked in horror. Her patient, a boy who she had only just met, lay on her bed with his penis covered in semen. One of his hands was nestled between her thighs, and she herself was covered in the sticky semen.

Letting go of Gilbert, Christina stumbled backward, bumping into her desk before landing in her chair. Her gaze lingered on his penis, unable to fully grasp what she had done. Emotions overwhelmed her – guilt for giving in to her desires, panic at the consequences of her actions, and an odd, intense satisfaction that she couldn’t quite explain. The whole ordeal left her confused and she wrestled to make sense of why she had acted as she did.

Climbing off the bed, Gilbert fastened his trousers up and looked up, “What’s the matter Doc? Is something wrong?”

“I’ve never done that before, especially towards a boy. Am I a monster?”

He waved his hands once more and spoke in that deep voice. “No, you’re my doctor, you helped me. We had a good time and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“It was fun,” she admitted more to herself than to Gilbert.

“In fact Doc, you liked it so much that you can’t wait until we do it again.”

Christina agreed. The idea of stroking his penis made her shiver, and she felt her heart pound with anticipation.

With a shift in her posture, she assumed a professional position and stated, “Gilbert, I believe that your issue has been resolved. You are in good health and fitness. However, it’s advisable to have follow-up sessions in case you require assistance with more ejaculations. If you can manage for the remainder of today, we could make our next appointment tomorrow morning. Additionally, I would like to provide you with my contact information in case of an emergency.”

“Thanks Doc,” he replied simply before turning to leave. “See you in the morning.”

Christina couldn't help but feel the satisfaction of knowing that her work had helped someone in need. After the door closed, the office seemed to lose its warmth and she didn’t move for some time, replaying the meeting in her mind while feeling the pleasant damp spot between her thighs.

She wondered if she should tell her husband but, for some odd reason, that felt so wrong. Curiously, tears rolled down her cheeks as she wiped the sticky fluids from her hands, arm and face.

Chapter Two

Christina was scheduled to meet Gilbert again, the guy who had been struggling with erections, and she planned to help him explore better options. Honestly, she wasn't the most suitable person for the job at hand.

Standing in front of the mirror, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction with her appearance. Her hair was elegantly tucked into a bun, giving her the look of a no-nonsense school teacher. The suit she wore was impeccable, a testament to her attention to detail and dedication to her work. But it wasn't all about professionalism, the top also showcased her cleavage in a way that was both flattering and enticing. It was as if the outfit would dare Gilbert to make a move, to ask her for another treatment. With a smile, she turned away and headed out the door, ready to execute her action plan.

She soon found Gilbert and invited him once again to her office. He sat opposite her desk and noticed her outfit. “Gosh Doc, you’re looking really pretty. You sure know how to dress nice.”

“Well, I hardly think that’s appropriate Gilbert. I remind you that this is a medical practice, not a modeling agency.” She stifled a giggle and accidentally crossed her arms under her breasts.

The movement caught Gilbert’s attention. He checked her out, scanning her from head to toe. “Sorry, I… I didn’t mean to say anything mean. You’re just so hot, I couldn’t help it.”

Did his hands move? It seemed like it, but she was too focused on her plan to let it distract her. “Please give me a moment before we begin your next treatment,” she said while she went over her notes.

Yesterday, the boy was a mess, he had problems getting an erection and reaching a climax. However, she had found a way to help him. She had nursed his penis until it exploded in her hand. In her notes, she described the treatment with extraordinary detail, leaving no aspect unmentioned. She even sketched the image of his penis between her fingers.

Bringing her thoughts back to the present, she took a deep breath and squared her shoulders, ready to assert her authority. “Gilbert, before we begin, let me make one thing very clear. Yesterday, something happened, something that should never have happened. I made a mistake that was unacceptable.”

She let that message sink in, took a deep breath to calm her nerves.

“I've been thinking about your situation and would like to approach today’s session differently. Many teenage boys are attracted to hot women like me, so you are not alone in that way. Yesterday, your condition was quite severe and required immediate medical attention. However, today is a new day and we must tackle your situation differently. It's important to keep in mind that I am not the right person to take care of you. I'm too old for you, I’m a medical professional and I’m married.”

She paused again.

“So, I have taken the liberty to find experts who are a better fit for your needs. You can choose one or more of them and I'll give you with their details. Take a peek; I've included photos to help you decide.”

Gilbert winced, avoiding eye contact as his eyes shifted downwards. “I don't need anybody else. All I want is you.”

“Hmm, that well be what you want Gilbert but there are a far more suitable experts.”

He hesitated before taking the print outs. The profiles included a youth counsellor, a local reverend, and even a prostitute. Each profile contained information about their experiences, qualifications, charges, and even references. He glanced through the prints, briefly pausing to examine the ageing and rather matronly reverend.

“Well, What do you think?” asked Christina, her arms firmly crossed

Gilbert looked thoughtful for a minute before answering. “Gosh, you're telling me to check out other ladies, but my cock can’t wait that long. I really need your help today.”

His damned hands waved again, weaving their spell. How did his words throw her off balance, leaving her uncertain and shifting the world under her feet? “I only want what’s right. These people are experts in their field and they… Oh, I mean there are other ways… You… Well, maybe you should see them later. Right now, I should take care of your cock, I mean your penis.”

It didn't take long for him to undress and climb onto the bed. Christina held his penis once more and, as soon as her fingertips made contact, a wave of pleasure surged through her body. Rich blood pulsated between her fingers.

“You love my cock, don’t you Doc?”

A whisper echoed in the back of her mind before it faded away. Did she love Gilbert’s penis? As she gazed at him, she found herself captivated by it. His cock lacked any special beauty but she couldn't stop gazing at it and enjoying the excitement it sparked within her. She felt as if a part of her had re-awakened.

But, was it possible to love a man’s organ? She answered, “I… don’t know…”

Gilbert's face twisted into a frown and he drove his hands towards her. The sound of his voice grew menacing as he uttered, “You know what Doc? You love my cock. You adore it with all your heart. It’s all that matters to you now and you don’t love anything or anyone else.”

Christina gasped as Gilbert’s words reverberated in her mind. She did love other things. She loved her family, her home, her pets, and most of all her husband. Even though the words struck with force, she had to fight back. Because, if she lost, it would ruin her life. So, she screamed in her head, “I'm in love with John” and repeated it over and over again, pushing back the spell. Perhaps it was the power of will! Perhaps it was just because she knew it was a trap, either way she found victory. The love for her husband remained unshaken.

“Hey Doc, so what do you think now? Do you love me?”

Christina had to be careful because if Gilbert discovered her victory who knows what he might say next. Luckily his question had been the wrong one, so perhaps she could answer honestly. She took a deep breath and chose her words carefully, “I'm sorry Gilbert, but I only have feelings for your cock, not for you. Please understand that I could never love you.”

“So you love my cock, right?” asked Gilbert. “You would do anything to have it.”

Without a second thought, the answer was crystal clear, “Definitely, I'm totally in love with it.” A part of her, buried deep within her thoughts, questioned the peculiarity of loving a stranger's organ, let alone a boy’s penis.

“Wow, that's so cool! Well, you better get back to work before I change my mind, Doc.”

“Oh my!” Why on earth did she wait? She stared at his cock with wide eyes, her fingers shaking as they reached out to touch its tip. Her breath caught in her throat as she was overwhelmed by its perfection.

She felt so embarrassed about how clumsily she pleasured him yesterday. His cock, so magnificent and powerful, had been received a hasty hand job, and she knew it didn't come close to doing it justice. To make amends, she caressed his shaft, skilfully coaxing it to hardness. She traced circles around the sensitive head, feeling it twitch within her fingertips, a clear sign that her approach was working.

Christina barely felt Gilbert's hand on her thigh but his touch caused a shiver down her spine and her cheeks to flush with excitement. Her heart raced as his hand moved higher and higher until she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Despite the clinical setting, Christina's mind was filled with only one thought: how much she wanted him to explore her intimate parts.

“Doc,” Gilbert said. “You’re not wearing any panties. Was that for me?”

She smiled and nodded, seeing how much it made him happy.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed as Gilbert's finger slipped inside of her. Luckily, she was so turned on, that her wetness helped his finger slide in smoothly, and she felt herself becoming more and more relaxed with each passing moment.

In her heart, she knew that they were treading dangerous territory and she should have put a stop to it before things got out of hand, but it was too exciting. Gilbert slid another finger inside her, causing her to release a deep groan.

With a wave and a mischievous gaze, he grabbed her attention. “Hey, Doc,” he said in a deep voice, “look at my cock. It's so delicious, you can't resist putting it in your mouth. And once you do, you'll go crazy for it.”

What a ridiculous thing to say that giving someone oral sex was something to be pleased about. She only did it to satisfy her husband, and it didn't bring her any sexual enjoyment. Still, Gilbert's cock was incredibly tempting.

Leaning in closer, she found herself unable to tear her eyes away from his erection. With one hand cradling his testicles and the other guiding his cock into her mouth, she delicately enveloped the tip with her lips. Savouring the sensation, she swirled her tongue around it, relishing its perfect fit in her mouth. Moving slowly up and down, she gradually increased her pace, matching his growing excitement. Every now and then, she stole a glance at his eyes, knowing he enjoyed seeing her face.

“Oh wow, Doc! That feels amazing. I knew you'd love it. My cock sure is the best in the world, isn’t it?”

What did he mean by that?

She bobbed even faster, her lips gliding along the shaft, her tongue pressing hard, trying to get as much of him as possible into her throat. The feeling was incredible, pleasuring him brought her sheer delight, and she craved for even more of it.

“No, not so fast Doc.” He lifted her away. “I’m going to come too soon!”

She grunted, hating the disruption and reached out for his cock. “Please, I want it. I need it! Just let me do my job.”

He held her back. “Doc, listen. You’re very, very horny, aren’t you?”

“Oh yes,” she breathed, clenching her thighs, relishing the damp sensation. Oh God, she was incredibly aroused and she was on the brink of a thrilling climax.

“You're feeling really horny right now. It’s is all you can think about. You know exactly what you want to do, and that's to have my cock inside of you.”

She blurted, “What? No, I… My husband… I’d never cheat on him.”

He slid his fingers over her clit. “But Doc, you’re doing something that’s good for both of us, and let's face it, I'm way better than your husband. You can’t stop now.”

Before she even realised it, she leaned in and kissed him, her lips crushing his. Adrenaline surged through her veins, leaving her feeling lightheaded and giddy with pleasure. The kiss deepened, their lips moving in harmony, their tongues entwined in a dance to create a powerful sexual connection. By the time their lips parted, she was gasping for breath.

She begged, “Please don’t tell anyone about this. It's just a medical procedure, nothing more.”

“Hey Doc, no need to worry. You're absolutely amazing at what you do and I'm sure you will love it.”

Christina's eyes darted towards the door. She hesitated before taking the final step in her treatment of Gilbert. She had teased this boy for too long, so it was all her fault that he was so fired up, she was ready to do whatever it took to make him better. With determination, she kicked off her shoes, threw off her skirt and climbed onto the bed, straddling him. Despite a small voice inside her head screaming that it was wrong, she guided his cock into her vagina.

“Oh, my goodness,” she gushed, her eyes lighting up as she felt him glide inside of her. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before, he fit perfectly, like finding the final piece of a puzzle. With every thrust, her body responded, her muscles tightening around him, urging him to go deeper.

“Ah, that feels great Doc! It’s driving you crazy, isn’t it?” He gasped, quickly pulling her blouse and bra off, baring her breasts to the cold, clinical office.

That was the last thing that she wanted to hear. She raised herself up until his penis barely grazed her labia, then she pressed down to his testicles. She did it again, lifting up and pushing down to take him deeper. She heard herself groan like a guttural animal. It was as if she had never known true love making until this moment. It made her feel alive like nothing else had ever done before.

“Oh, thank you Doc. You’re a good fuck.”

There it was. He told her that they were fucking, and honestly, how could she even think about denying it when she was having the time of her life?

He squeezed her tit while his free hand worked its magic. “Doc, this is the best fuck ever.”

“Uh, oh God, yes!” It was true even though she never liked that word, but he was right, the feeling of him inside her was mind-blowingly brilliant! She perched herself up then plunged back down to envelop him again so deep, deeper than any man had ever gone, pressing him into her uterus. She closed her eyes, trying to pretend that it was her husband, as the boy’s penis crunched inside of her. She tried to keep it slow, tried to savor it, but waves of pleasure crashed into her. Gentleness vanished as she rammed herself down again and again, knowing that the sex was giving the boys so much happiness. It was the best fuck ever!

“Look at me,” he ordered between breaths. Her half opened eyes locked into his swaying hand. His words echoed into her mind. “Listen, you love fucking me.”

She barely heard because she having a such a great time. She was panting, bouncing on her knees, milking the hard penis that buried inside of her. His fingers pinched her hard nipple, she moaned louder.

“I love it? But, my husband…” She managed to say between gasps.

“Doc, you love fucking me. You love it. You love it,” he screamed.

She nodded. It was a great fuck. “Yes, I do. Oh God, I love it!”

“Yeah, this is the best fuck in the world. Nothing even comes close to it!”

“I…” Her hips rose and fell again to swallow his cock.

“Ha ha. Doc, you’re crazy for it. It’s all that matters.”

“I’m… crazy for it? I am crazy for it.”

She could no longer hear him; their fucking tipped her over the edge. She ground and humped into him, squeezing her vagina so tight that the walls of her vulva vibrated. He pushed himself so deep that she could only gasp as unimaginable pleasure overwhelmed her. She had enjoyed sex before but this was different; it was paradise. She tried to summon some resistance before an electrifying orgasm crashed into her, shaking her body so uncontrollably that she almost fell off the bed.

“Oh my God!” she cried out as the orgasm ripped through her. She had never felt an anything like that… and it had happened so quick. She barely held herself upright, her mind reeling from the sheer force of it all.

“Oh shit,” Gilbert groaned.

He tensed. Oh no, he was going to orgasm but he shouldn’t, he mustn't, do that. She tried to lift herself off, remembering she hadn't taken any birth control, but it was already too late. Panic surged through her as he hugged her tightly while he flooded her womb. She arched her back, her head fell back, and had another mother of all orgasms.

When Gilbert let go of her, Christina practically tumbled off the bed, completely spent. She staggered towards the vanity, her legs barely able to support her weight. With trembling hands, she grabbed a towel to clean up the semen that was running down her legs. As she did so, she wondered if she would ever feel clean again after what she had just done to the boy. Guilt threatened to overwhelm her, yet another part of her, a stronger part craved for more of the same.

“That was great Doc.” Gilbert propped himself up on one elbow.

She agreed, “Yes, that was quite incredible!” But that was an understatement, the sex was beyond her wildest imagination.

“Well, how about the same time tomorrow Doc? You know, for a checkup?”

She quickly slipped into her skirt and gathered the rest of her clothes. “Oh wait! Tomorrow won't do. How about today? I’ll go with you in case you need more help." she insisted, her voice firm but anxious.

“But what about your other patients? Don’t you have appointments all day?”

A lump caught in her throat as she watched him get dressed, his magical penis hidden under the fabric of his jeans. “I’ll… I’ll cancel Them. Yes, I just have to call the office, tell them that I’m sick and they’ll reschedule everything. That’s all. Please, Gilbert, don't go without me.”

Pumping his fist in the air, Gilbert cheered, “Awesome! You're a foxy lady and you want to be with me. Just wait until my friends see us together. They'll know I'm the real deal.”

Christina lowered her eyes in shame. Not only would his friends witness her actions, but her own friends would also bear witness to her infidelity.

Gilbert eyes narrowed as if he was giving the idea a second thought. “Doc,” he said. “Why are you doing this? What else would you do for me?”

She opened her arms and pleaded, “Don’t you see? What we just did changed everything and you can't just take it back. I need your help and your cock. I am ready to do anything you ask, as long as you let me love your...”

“Alright Doc, this is what I want. Let's grab some lunch at my college and meet up with my friends. After that, we can head to a hotel and fuck for the rest of the day. We’ll go in your car and you’ll pay for all the expenses. But, tonight, you go to you house and I’ll go to mine. Would you do that?”

Later, as they walked towards her car, Christina couldn't help but blush as Gilbert teasingly pinched her backside. She looked down at him and saw the smirk on his face and the twinkle in his eyes.

Updated: 19 Feb 2024

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