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My Doctor and My Maid 1/? (MC, FM, fdom, Rom. preg)
By Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com
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Chapter 1: Office Visit
"Excuse me, ... I..." I stumbled over my words,
disconcerted by the woman sitting in front of me. "I was
looking for Dr. Rodiguez."
"You found her," she said with a grin that was almost a
smirk. "I'm Dr. Rodiguez, Dr. Carmen Rodiguez. Perhaps
you were expecting a man, no? But as you can see, I am a
woman."
That I could see. Indeed! A large and very well built
woman, 'stacked like a brick shit house' I would have
said in days. A large expanse of Dr. Rodiguez's
ample brown bosom revealed by a very low-cut smock
confirmed it. The smock that barely extended below her
crotch showed a long of smooth dark skin that
offered even more dazzling proof.
"Please make yourself comfortable," Dr. Rodiguez said,
startling me. I realized I had been gaping. The low couch
she indicated was comfortable, but I was not. As I sat
down, I found I had an unimpeded view up between Dr.
Rodiguez's legs.
"So, you told my nurse you are suffering from headaches.
For how long?" The first few questions were perfunctory,
but I was shocked by what came next.
"Now I am going to ask you some personal questions," she
said and gazed deeply into my eyes. "You can have no
secrets from your doctor."
"Well, within reason," I replied stiffly.
Her grin was condescending, not wholly professional. "Oh,
Robert, you are going to answer my questions, whether you
want to or not."
"I don't think I like your attitude, doctor. And don't
call me Robert."
"Oh, my," she cooed, "I think it's your attitude that is
in the way, but I'm going to change it," she smiled in
reply.
"What are you doing?" I asked in horror as Dr. Rodiguez
opened yet another button of her smock and revealed what
I had suspected. No bra.
"Showing you my pretty titties, of course. You have been
trying to peek at them all the while we talked. I guess
you like with big boobs, eh?. Well, go ahead and
take a nice long look. Letting these babies work on you
should make you a lot more cooperative."
I was starting to feel strange before I noticed the small
locket that Dr. Rodiguez was dangling between her large
creamy breasts, flashing rhythmically. I tried to look
away, but my eyes were fixed. "You like looking at my
titties, Mr. Black. Just keep looking. They are so soft
and warm, just like you feel, soft and warm inside. Now,
you are going to tell me what I want to know."
I didn't want to, but somehow I knew I would.
"How often do you have sexual intercourse?"
"Huh?" I asked dreamily.
"You know what I mean," she grinned, "how often do you
get laid?"
"Uh, dunno, almost every weekend," mumbled.
"Almost? Weekend?" she replied incredulously. "Do you
mean that most nights you sleep alone, without a woman in
your bed to satisfy you? That must be very hard. You are
a that needs lots of sex. You are really horny all
the time, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I guess," I heard myself admit. I had never
thought of myself that way, but when Dr. Rodiguez looked
deep into my eyes and said I was, I knew it was true.
"How do you manage?"
"What?" I was distracted.
"How do you satisfy your extraordinary sexual appetites?
"Oh, I pick up here and there. There are several I
call. It usually works out." It was hard to remember, to
think.
"That's not good enough for a with your needs," she
concluded. "And all the other nights?" she grinned.
I felt compelled to speak, but embarrassment held my
tongue. Carmen looked at me with amusement. "Oh, you
don't have to say it if you don't want to, Robert. I know
what you do. All naughty do it if they don't have a
regular woman, one who knows just what turns you on, who
screws you even before you know you need it. You get
yourself off with your hand don't you?"
Blushing furiously, I wanted to deny it, but there were
Dr. Rodiguez's eyes on me. "Yes," is whispered.
"Of course you do, Robert. I don't blame you, but it's so
unnecessary. You have a housekeeper don't you?"
"My housekeeper?" I thought foggily. Maria, the woman I
had hired a few weeks ago? "Yes." I said.
"She's very petty, isn't she?"
"Yes," I had to agree.
"So tell me why you allow yourself to suffer those
intense cravings for sex. She should be in you bed every
night."
"I don't sleep with my housekeeper!" I replied, the shock
jarring me slightly out of the peaceful fog I was in.
"Impossible! That hot little bitch loves to screw. Don't
tell me she is refusing to fuck you!"
Something was wrong. Dr. Rodriguez seemed to know about
Maria. I started to smell a rat and my head was starting
to clear. "On the contrary, Dr. Rodriguez. There is
nothing she wants more. She has done every thing she can
to get me into bed. She wears tantalizing mini-skirts,
skin-tight short shorts, translucent blouses with out bra
to show off her titties. She wiggles her ass and bounces
her boobies for me shamelessly. Sometimes it's all I can
do to keep my hands off of her.
"So why do you?"
"I don't believe in mixing business with pleasure. I
think she may be after something more than a good lay."
"Of course it is," Carmen laughed. "Probably wants a
promotion from housekeeper to homemaker, the little
vixen. Women seldom want to fuck JUST for the sex,
even ones like you." She gave me a hot, appraising look.
"Well, your problem is pretty obvious. You are not
getting enough really good sex. A series of one-night
stands can't satisfy your appetites. You need to be in a
woman every night, letting her get you off several times.
Did you have a nice roll in the hay this morning before
you came here?"
"Of course not," I replied.
"I thought not. That would explain your reactions now."
"What reaction?"
"You are becoming sexually aroused. Seems looking at my
titties has done something to you. I'd better examine you
to confirm my diagnosis." She was right. My eyes had
wandered back to her and I was rock hard.
"You want me to disrobe?" I felt so confused.
"That won't be necessary, she laughed. "Believe me, I
know how to get a horny out of his pants." Then
she was standing in front of me, beginning to open my
shirt and loosen my belt. I felt helpless to stop her.
"Now, let me unzip you." As she bent down her large
succulent were just inches from my eyes "Oh, you
have nice swelling there where a woman likes to see one.
You are really big here, Bobby," she continued, massaging
my prick through my shorts. "This must account for your
success with the girls. They see the size of that bulge
and their start getting wet. Mine sure are. I'm
going to pull down your shorts to get a better look at
you. I think you will be more comfortable lying down."
I looked around nervously for an examination table.
She must have read my thoughts. "This is a special
examination Bobby; come with me. I want you to be VERY
comfortable." She led me to an adjoining room with a low,
hospital like bed and smiled at me. Her eyes seemed to be
giving an order. Meekly, I lay down. "Very good, Bobby.
Now, you must not speak again except to answer my
questions," she said and began stroking my prick.
"This is your problem, Bobby, your cock." I didn't
understand, but she had forbidden me to speak. Her hand
on my cock felt too good, anyway. I gazed up at her
smiling eyes.
"You have a long cock, a cock that would please any
woman. When a cock like yours goes into a woman it must
arouse her profoundly. She must start cumming as soon as
this beautiful tool penetrates her. A woman when filled
with a prick like yours, just go off her nut too quickly.
You bring her to a series of orgasms as you pound away at
her. When you finally unload your balls into her, it's
'good night sweetheart.' She passes out in ecstasy. She
can't do anything for you because she's still knocked
out. Am I correct?"
"Yes," I replied dreamily.
"You're missing the long slow build up to orgasm with a
woman setting the pace, making you gradually want it more
and more until you are crazy to fuck. I'll bet you have
never known how good it feels for a woman to fuck you
from on top." I shook my head in agreement. "You don't
know the pleasure of being in the sexual thrall of a
woman."
"No," I agreed. This was totally wrong. I didn't want to
be in the sexual power of a woman. But then why was I
enjoying what Carmen was doing to me?
"But you need to know. That explains your headaches."
Headaches! It was Maria who had been pestering me to see
a doctor about my headaches, Maria who had set up this
appointment with Dr. Rodriguez. But that meant...
Carmen's breathy voice interrupted my thoughts. "The
headaches are a symptom of your unsatisfied craving for
sexual domination. I prescribe therapy beginning
immediately."
"No, no. I don't need ..." I tried to protest, but Dr.
Rodiguez put her finger to her lips to silence me and
continued to stroke my prick deliciously.
"Don't argue with your doctor." she ordered, smiling. "I
know what's good for you, poor baby, and I am going to
doctor you good. You need sex badly and I'm going to give
you a big dose of medicine that will give you instant
relief," she growled lustfully.
I was so far gone I hardly knew when Dr. Rodiguez
finished undressing me and shucked her own smock, but
suddenly the voluptuous woman was in my arms. "Now you
must get me ready to make love to you, Bobby. It is
important that your sex therapist be properly aroused so
she can give you the treatment you deserve. Kiss me," she
whispered, offering me her large round breasts. "I want
you to suck my good. Take my nipples in your mouth,
honey. Umm ... Like that. ... Nice. Yes, I can feel it.
... my titties is getting me wet, Bobby. My
is going to be nice and juicy so she can slide down over
your prick very easily.... Good.... I'm getting the urge
to have your in me, the urge to fuck you."
I could only grunt.
"And nursing me is getting you so ready, too, isn't is
Bobby. My make you happy and relaxed, dreamy and
docile." Her voice seemed to come from far away. "You
like my tits, don't you, Bobby? Nursing my
titties makes you weak and sleepy and helpless as a baby,
ready to accept sweet domination." Her words poured over
me like warm honey.
"Yes," she said after a few minutes, "I think you've had
enough preparation." I opened my eyes. Had I actually
gone to sleep nursing her? She was smiling at me and
began to mount me "You are going to love what I do to you
Bobby. Let me guide your prick up into me. Yes, it's
sliding deep into my cunt, just where I want you." I
grunted a bit as her full weight settled on my hips.
"Close your eyes, baby. I'm going to take you for a short
sleepy ride. I'll rock back and forth on your prick,
making you feel so good, ... so sleepy. I'm going to rock
you to sleep.... Fuck you to sleep...." An orgasm
overcame me and I passed out.
To be continued.
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Homer Vargas
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