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Archive name: DrsTrust.txt Mf, ff, teen, nc
Authors name: Caesar
Story Title : The Doctors Trust
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A warped and stranged tale about a sick and dangerous family
physician, from the victims point-of-view.
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"A learned divine down at Buckingham,
Wrote a treatise on cunts and fucking 'em;
A learned Parsee,
Taught him Gamahuchee,
So he added a chapter on sucking 'em."
-The Pearl No. 2
Lisa
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Jenny stood wide eyed, quietly waiting for the nurse to say
something. It was the end of the day, and Lisa was just leaving
work to head home. Not thirty feet from the office, the teenager
came around a corner and stood in her way. At the first sign of
the girl, Lisa's heart began to beat fast, but she didn't show
it.
"Hello Jenny." She walked around the girl, turning her head
to make sure she followed. "What are you doing here, the office
is closed?"
"I've come to see you." She was very nervouse. "I needed
to see you."
Lisa stopped and turned back towards the girl, away from the
windows of her work. "What about?" She was acting very calm.
Jenny shrugged her shoulders, unable to say it.
"Have you come to see if I would suck you off again?"
The girl looked shocked, and startled that she was that
odvious. "N..no, of course not."
Lisa was having fun. Now understanding what the doctor
enjoyed about the power he had over other people. Well Jenny was
out of his reach, and in hers. "Perhaps you want to eat me?"
This time the girl couldn't say anything but just stood their
with her mouth open and a suprised look on her face. "Well
whatever, we can't just stand out here all night." Lisa saw that
the teen was about to give up in defeat.
"Tell me the truth did you think about me the last few
days?" She nodded. "And did you play with yourself thinking
about my tongue inside you?" Even with the tan, Lisa could see
her bloushing. Gently, "Would you like to come home with me
Jenny?" She didn't wait for an answer but turned around and
walked towards her home. Behind her the near-silent footsteps of
the young girl.
Less than ten minutes, Jenny had her jacket off and was
standing in the living room looking around at the decorations.
While Lisa sat watching the pretty girl, wondering what to do
next. She decieded to be blunt.
"Take your clothes off Jenny!"
After the initial surprise the teenager began to strip.
Wearing only jeans and a tee-shirt on the outside, it didn't take
long. Her body trembled as if she was cold. And she acted shy
under the gaze of the older woman, turning her hip away, or not
looking into the eyes of Lisa. But she also looked excited,
thankfull to be standing before the nurse.
"And your underwear." The training bra fell to the floor,
then slowly, shyly, the white cotton panties followed.
Lisa stood, a foot in front of the youth, she smiled into
the girls wide eyes. "Take my clothes off."
Jenny smiled, then began to undress the woman. First the
buttons of the nurses sweater, then the skirt. Both fell to the
floor combining with the teens clothes. The shirt was next.
Jenny saw that Lisa hadn't worn any panties or bra, and also wore
stockings and a garter belt. She looked delighted.
Subconciously she licked her lips. Lisa wrapped her arms around
the young girl, her lips pressed against the other.
She looked into the others eyes, "Tell me what you want?"
Jenny blushed. "Tell me!" Firmer, harsher.
"Please lick me." She sounded desperate, nervous.
Lisa held the girls head between both her hands, and said,
"No! You eat me." It was a order.
Jenny dropped to her knees before the nurse, and stared at
the trangle of hair covering her cunny. With a firm push of her
hand, the teen opened her mouth and covered as much as she could
of the coarse pubic hair. Lisa could feel the novice mouth upon
her mound, an inch too high, so she again pushed upon the head.
Lisa jumped, the tongue slide over the sensitive clitoris
causing a jolt of pleasure to run throughout her body. The teen
moaned and caused her mouth to vibrate against the sex organ.
The woman lifted one leg up to rest it on the couch, her thighs
spread wide. The teen didn't need any more encouragement and
fell upon her bottom, her face almost straight up in the air, her
lips firmly imbedded between the thick outer cunt lips. The
nurse began to ride her crotch across the young girls face,
leaving a slimy trail of pussy juice. A tiny firm tongue forced
itself through the thick wet folds to worm into the narrow hole.
Lisa screamed. The tiny tongue felt better than any penis
had, she felt the tip flick back and forth inside her causing
another intense emotion. There was no stopping now, the woman
needed an orgasm and only this tiny young girl could give it to
her. For a year now, Lisa needed the firm kinky attention she
got from her boss, nothing else pleased her. But with Jenny,
something new had awakened inside her!
Betty
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The nurse assured her nothing was wrong it was only the
normal reactions of a woman who is seven months pregnant. But
the woman wasn't so sure, her body told her something was wrong
and had demanded to be brought to the doctor. Sitting alone in
the examination room she stared at the posters and pictures that
seem to adorne every doctors office. Betty tried to breath
slowly to become calm, telling herself that the doctor would soon
be here to set things right. In the waiting room her hushand and
their first child sat and patiently waited.
When the door finally opened, Betty jumped her mind going
over all the things that could be wrong with her pregnancy. Dr.
Allan came in, his nose going over her records that her previous
doctor had kept. Quickly Betty began to tell him all the
symptoms of her alleged problem. He sat in the only seat in the
room except for the examination table and wrote out her problems
a small smile coming to his face. When she finished talking she
sat back and waited for the diagnosis.
"Well Mrs. W., these all seem like symptoms of a normal
pregnancy. But if you like I could give you an examination just
to be sure." Betty was convinced something was wrong and nodded
for him to go ahead. "Please take off your clothes and sit back
on the table."
Unlike many women, Betty wasn't embarrased to be naked with
a doctor. This was her second child and the previous doctor was
nothing more than a perfect gentleman, except his elderly hands
were a little cold. So she undressed and set aside her clothes,
until only her undys were on. She lay back on the table and
placed her heels in the stirrups.
Dr. Allan had been washing his hands then wrote another note
in her record before turning and giving her all his attention.
First he took her milk heavy breast in both hands and began to
squeeze it, touching and pressing every square inch. Then
switched to the other breast, doing the same thing.
"I'm going to give the baby an injection? Just a growth
suplement, vitamins." Again Betty nodded. A moment later it was
done, the long needle was pulled out of her huge stomach.
Then the doctor asked, "Do you give your husband oral sex?"
This surprised the woman and took a second to reply, "Uh,
yes." Her unshakeable faith in doctors told her to turn a blind
eye to his question. But a part of her sent a chill up her
spine.
"How often?"
What a strange question, "A couple times a month, maybe."
Betty realized her almost naked body for the first time. And
both her hands came up and covered her large breasts. Not too
successfully.
"Does he ejaculate into your mouth?" He watched her
intently, one hand upon her large stomach.
Betty guessed the sperm her husband left inside her was
somehow causing a danger to her unborn baby. She nodded yes,
then spoke rapidly, "Its difficult to make love, so I often
just..."
"Do you like the taste?"
She was stunned, her faith in doctors was becoming lost.
What had the taste of her husbands sperm have to do with her
baby. She didn't know what to say and just lay their her mouth
open, without any words coming out.
"The injection I just gave your baby, in lay-mans terms, was
a poison." Betty was stunned, frozen unsure of anything any
longer. "And the fetus will die if it doesn't get another needle
every ten days." Why? "There is no antidote." He turned away
from her and closed her folder.
After a long couple of minutes, he finally spoke. Betty had
broke down and tears were running down her face. "Until your
baby is born, you will return for another injection every week.
And you will also do anything I ask. Do you understand?"
"Yes." She didn't.
"If you tell anyone, your baby will die."
That was the last straw, Betty broke down and began to
loudly cry. Confused and scared. Why had Dr. Allan do this?
She didn't understand much of what was going on but the last
words he had spoken were very clear to her.
"Turn on your side facing me."
Betty let go of her breasts and turned on her side, her mind
going a mile a minute. Dr. Allan unzipped his trousers and
quickly pulled out his semi-hard penis. The young mother thought
she was going to pass out. Now she knew what he wanted!
"You are going to suck my cock and swallow every drop of my
cum. Do you understand?"
The one-eyed penis was less than a inch from the pretty
womans eyes. The word barely came out of her mouth, "Yes." She
was defeated, her body exausted. Betty knew her hushand could
never know, and the doctor said it was only until her baby came
out. She had to do it, for her baby's sake.
"You will do everything I ask each time you visit my office,
correct?"
"Yes."
"Do you hate me?"
Betty blurted out before she caught herself, "yes!" To be
realistic she didn't hate him, she was still too stunned and
paralyzed to feel that much of an emotion. But later she would!
"Good! Now open your mouth bitch and suck me off."
He drove forward and forced her mouth to encircle his cock.
It was smaller than her husbands by a full inch and didn't have
much problem going in. But he doctor did't just stroke in and
out of her, he slammed into her face agian and again. Betty
could taste his sweat, smell the fabric softener on his trousers.
Every sense was hightened, but not in her favor. She didnt' want
to remember this.
He was hitting her lips so hard, her teeth were cutting into
her mouth. She could taste blood and his salty pre-cum, hating
it, but also enduring every second. She wasn't an active
participant, she only lay on her side and let him fuck her face.
Betty had begun to suck upon the member, wanting to finish this
torture, knowing she could leave only after he had shot a load
into her throat and mouth.
Dr. Allan reached down and slid his hand between her cotton
panties and her enlarged stomach. The fingers were rough as they
pinched the clitoris for several seconds before sliding down
lower until two of them slide into the dry cunt hole. His arm
forced her thighs to spread, only enough for his hand to work
upon her sex. She shivered in disgust.
"I'm going to fuck your cunt next week, and the week after
that I'm going to fuck your asshole." He was breathing hard and
gasped between words. "Your going to be my little fuck toy. And
every week you'll come back for more." He laughed insanely as
his sperm hit the back of her throat. His hands holding her head
against his stomach until he was finished with her.
Sandra
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After her visit to Dr. Allan, Sandra had not spoken a word
of what had happened. In fact her whole personality changed
since that visit, even her husband and daughter noticed. She
felt violated, used, mistreated and there was nothing she thought
she could do about it. It wasn't as if he had raped her? Or did
he?
It was a anti-climatic that the doctors perscription had
solved her physical problems. But the mental ones were not so
easily solved. The one thing that keeps going through her mind
was the feeling of the doctors sperm sliding out of her vagina
for two days afterwards. She had changed many pairs of
underwear, and had several showers in those couple of days. But
nothing could get rid of the feeling of the warm sperm hitting
her sensitive inner thigh when she awonk suddenly.
Sandra had not been able to give her husband the attention
he desired, but allowed him to "mount" her. And that took a
couple weeks. It wasn't that her sex drive had cessed, it was
only that her mind couldn't drive the feelings that she had
undergone in that examination room. In fact only a few days ago,
she had awonk from a sexy dream, her vagina wet and her nipples
hard, until she realized she was thinking about Dr. Allan.
She was determined to get over it. Though she still spent
several minutes per day crying to herself thinking about the
recent past. So she concentrated her energy on her family, being
the best cook, cleaner and wife and mother.
Until this morning.
A sealed envelope was left in her mailbox last night with
only her name written on the outside. Time took forever before
she tore open the paper and looked in, she had a bad feeling.
Inside was a short note and a single photograph.
It read, "Be at the Sandman Inn room 23, one o'clock this
afternoon." It was unsigned. She had stopped breathing when she
got around to looking at the photograph. Her worst fears were
becoming reality, the nightmare wasn't over yet. The photo was
of Dr. Allan and her. It looked like she was willingly giving
herself to him?! It was her face, it registared pleasure not the
disgust she remembered. Sure there was a few moments that she
had felt good, but she blocked out most of the memories and only
remembered the bad.
Sandra knocked at room number twenty three. She thought she
knew what was about to happen and was horrified. Did she have
any choices? She hadn't dressed up for the rondesvous, in fact
she looked terrible. Her face was bloachy from crying, her hair
tangled, her clothes wrinkly and plain.
The door opened!
But it wasn't Dr. Allan, it was her hushands cousin, Bill.
She was unable to speak. Her mind trying to come up with a
reason for the young man to be here!? Then the truth hit her, or
at least some of the truth.
Bill knew!
To confirm her suspicions she felt his eyes look down her
body, undressing her with a glance. She saw that he only wore a
bathrobe, and had bare feet, so wasn't wearing anything under
that. Then she saw it - his penis was making a tent in front of
his robe.
Sandra felt like fainting, her whole world seemed to be
crashing down around her. Spots appeared before her eyes, and
she felt arms encircling her, holding her up. She mumbled
something about being alright before fading away.
When she awoke, only a moment latter, she felt a slimy
tongue licking her nipple. After opening her eyes, she saw that
she lay upon the rented rooms bed, and that most of her clothes
were undone, Bill knelt over her his lips pressed to her chest.
He let go of her sensitive nipple, his hands still
encircling it forcing the breast upwards. "Your awake. Good, I
thought this wouldn't be much fun without you." She realized he
had thrown off his robe and his pecker was touching her left arm.
"I knew you would show up, don't want my cousin to realize what
kind of wife he realy had." His laugh had a nasel sound to it.
Sandra shivered.
Perhaps there was another way out of her situation, it was
odvious what the boy wanted but maybe something else would
serfice? "I have money...?" She realized a tear was sliding
down her cheek.
He lifted his hands from her chest and placed one palm over
her still covered sex mound, cupping it. "All I want is this!"
His lower lip was quivering and he kept glancing down at her
exposed nipple.
Sandra realized he was mad, and nothing else mattered except
his animal hunger. And she was dinner! Could she escape from
his cluthes and not have her husband find out? She doubted it.
But she also didnt' want to have sex with this animal, nor did
she want to remember the examination that the doctor had given
her. Maybe if she just let this little slug screw her he would
be satisfied and leave her alone? She doubted that also.
Bill bent forward and attempted to kiss her, but she turned
her head away leaving him only her cheek.
Whispering in her ear, "I'm not going to fuck you until you
ask me politly." He sat up then climbed off the bed, his penis
bobbing before him.
Sandra dared hope, perhaps he had some morals after all and
have pity on her. She sat up.
Bill sat at the small round table and dumped the contents of
a large brown envelope onto its surface. Almost three dozen
photos of his cousin-in-law screwing the doctor fell face up.
From the distance she was at, she could see her own smile in one
photo.
So that was what he ment, he wouldn't have to take her
against her will, not if she wanted to keep her marriage
together. Was their any other posiblity? None that she could
see. Sandra loved her family more than anything else in her life
and it was the only thing that ment anything to her.
She came to the realization that she was going to have to
fuck this little animal! But she also was determined and fully
expected not to enjoy herself. He sat there watching her
waiting.
With trembling hands she began to undo the remaining buttons
of her clothes while still sitting on the bed. Every movement
she made, he followed. And it wasn't long before she again lay
on her back, her legs spread, naked.
Bill stared right at her slightly spread vagina for several
minutes before speaking. "You are very beautiful and I wouldn't
think of touching you without permission?" He waited.
Sandra realized she was going to have to say it. To ask him
to sleep with her. Her mouth became suddenly dry, "Come here..."
She lifted her arms waiting for him, but he didn't move and
turned back to the photos admiring several. What did he want?
"I'll do anything you ask Bill."
Still he ignored her.
Finally she knew what she had to do, "Come here and fuck me
Bill! Please." He turned to her and smiled. Bastard!
"On your knees slut!" The word stung, was that what she
was? She didn't do this because she liked it only because she
had too and in her mind that didn't qualify her as a slut. No
matter what anyone said.
Slowly, she turned over and got onto her hands and knees.
Without another moments hesitation, Bill jumped onto the bed and
sunk his cock into her dry hole. It hurt her, yet he didn't
notice. Nor did he notice the scream of pain that escaped her
lips. No, the only thing that he did notice was that he was
finally fucking the woman of his fantasies. That and the
anticipation of this meeting caused the young man to shoot his
sperm only thirty seconds after plunging into her.
Raul
She lay their over her husbands desk, her bottom raised into
the air. Behind her Raul grunted delightfully as he held back
from the orgasm he had worked upon for almost a half hour. He
grunted and groaned as he forced himself to hold back, wanting to
feel the familiar ripple of the orgasm of his partner thorugh the
walls of her vagina. One of her hands held his balls between her
own thighs controlling his actions, demanding more.
Louise Allan screamed out her pleasure as her own orgasm
finally came. Shooting out of her cunt and spreading to every
inch of her body. Raul felt the ripples he had been waiting for
and finally let himself go. And his sperm shot out the head of
his cock deep into her sex cavern. It felt like a gallon of
sperm was leaving his body, taking his energy and strength with
it. Beneath him, Louise lay exausted over the immaculate desk,
with only a tremor every few seconds to mark her as one of the
living.
After catching his breath for a few moments, the fifty year-
old man tenderly rubbed along the smooth sweaty flanks of her
lover. He bent and kissed her shoulder, pulled her hair off the
side of her face and then kissed her ckeek and neck. She smiled
and groaned in appreciation. Raul stood straight up and pulled
his shrunken cock out of her slimy hole, before zipping himself
up.
He had been the neighbourhood lawn man for many years, and
when the young doctor and his wife moved in, he naturally
continued his work for them also. At first he knew Mrs. Allan as
only a quiet, shy woman who seemed to be nice enough. Of course
he noticed her natural beauty, but she was only one of several
beautiful women in his neigbourhood, and he only let his eyes
glaze. It was Louise that had initiated the first encounter.
After coming into the house to drink the iced tea she made, he
turned to leave, but found himself wrapped in her arms. Her lips
were warm and moist, and they had a certain desperation to them
as they kissed. Raul felt very concious of his sweaty dirty
clothes, but she didn't seem to notice, in fact thereafter she
always asked him to keep his overall one when they made love.
Well it had been almost twelve years since the last time the old
man had sex and he didn't, at first give the husband much
thought.
The light came through the tiny upper window to fall upon
her glowing body as it drapped itself over the large old desk.
Louise moaned out his name, telling him words of love.
Raul helped her to stand facing him before letting his lips
connect with her moist tired ones. Louise fumbled with the
overalls zipper trying to get out his penis again. He stopped
her, gently, smiling at her hunger. Happy that he found a woman
who seemed to love him immensely and forgetting the racial and
class differences that lay between them. Of course he didn't
think this would be a pernament affair, but would enjoy it until
its definite end.
"Please darling!" She sounded desperate, but also
exhausted. It was this way every time.
"I have to get back to work Louise. And I don't think these
tired old bones could handle..." Her tongue slide into his, she
tempted him. This time her hands were more successfull in her
endevours and his soft penis hung out of his clothes.
Louise dropped to her knees before him, and in seconds had
his dirty cock in her mouth. It never ceased to amaze him that
this young woman would do anything to please him, and he in turn
tried to return the favor. Whenever she let him. Once he lasted
long after her orgasm and she reached between her spread thighs
and pulled him out of her and aimed him between her asscheeks.
He found himself inside her bumhole, her ankles on his shoulders.
She let herself please him, yet the look on her face held him
back from asking her to repeat the performance. It was as if she
was doing something she hated, but why then did she do it?
Raul did more things in that month with her than he had with
his long departed wife. Things he only wondered about. Like
having a womans mouth upon his organ. He thought she was just as
hungry as him when it came to sex, since her hushand looked very
tight assed and probably held her back. He doubted the pretty
woman had gotten it in a very long time. They never spoke about
the man, almost as if he didn't exist. But Raul guessed he
probably abused his lover, if not physically then emotionally.
He had learn't! When he tried to give her pleasure it was
almost as if she was resisting his attempts. So he only worked
upon her when she was mutually doing him. In other words, they
often sixty-nined.
The tingling feeling in his balls brought Raul back to the
present. He was about to cum! Louise sensed this impending
explosion and bounced a little faster her lips tighter. While
her hand fondled his balls trying to milk him for another load.
Her hard work was soon successful and the first shot landed upon
her swirling tongue, before she pressed her face as far down as
she could. The remainer of the cum shot deep in her throat and
down to her stomach.
Raul gasped for breath, wishing he could spend the remainder
of the day fucking this gorgeous woman. Without a word she
pulled her face from his crotch and watched as he zipped up. She
followed him to the door and unconcious that anyone could see,
kissed him passionatly goodbye.
He turned once after leaving to wave before returning to
work.