Chapter 3

Allison parked her car. A bright, cheery smile adorned her face as she strolled comfortably to the Pro-Arts Building where her husband's office was situated on the third floor. She looked at her watch as she stepped into the elevator. It was almost one, and she figured Grant would be waiting. He had sounded so sincere on the phone. All of his appointments were canceled, and he had the entire afternoon free. She jumped at the chance, wanting to be with him so much.

She stepped off the elevator, planning, as of this minute, to stop taking revenge. Her adulterous affairs were behind her now. "Hi, Karen," Allison said, smiling happily at the nurse behind the desk. "Is Grant here yet?"

"Not yet, Allison," Karen said. "I was just getting ready to lock up and leave."

"Don't bother," Allison said. "I'll lock up. I'm meeting Grant here any minute. You go ahead and enjoy yourself."

"Thanks, Allison." The nurse walked across the office and opened the door. "Have a nice time."

"I hope to. Why don't you stop over for dinner some evening?"

"I'll try. See ya."

"Bye," Allison called, sitting behind the receptionist's desk as Karen closed the door to the waiting room. She settled back, feeling absolutely wonderful. The two hot fuck sessions had settled her edgy nerves, and now Grant seemed to have a change of heart. The phone rang, startling her, and she looked at it for a second before answering.

"Hello. Dr. Philips' office."

"Is that you, Allison?" Grant asked.

A tremor swept through her body, and her hand tightened on the phone. "Where are you?"

"I'll be a little late, honey. I was at the hospital, making my rounds when I ran into an old friend."

"What about me?" she asked, a slight waver in her voice.

"We'll push it ahead and make it a night out instead," he said amiably. "Go home and change, and I'll be home in time for dinner."

"I don't think I will be home!" Allison threatened. She slammed the phone down and glared hatefully at it. With her arms crossed, she sat in the chair, fuming mad. The phone rang again, and, for a second, she wasn't going to answer.

"Allison," Grant said, hearing the phone click on. "Don't hang up."

"Why not?" she asked, keeping her voice calm. "I was counting on this afternoon with you."

"We'll have tonight."

"Shit! Something'll come up again. It always does." She heard the doorknob turn. She glanced up as a handsome man walked into the office, smiling pleasantly as he took a seat.

"You have a patient, Grant," she whispered softly into the phone. "A nice hunk of a patient, and I think I'll take care of him. Bye." She smiled sweetly at the phone as she laid it gently in its cradle, a hot, tantalizing idea forming in her head. This was going to be as much fun as she had with Paul Anderson!

She looked up at the man sitting in the chair, skimming through a magazine. "Can I help you?" she asked, in her sexiest voice.

The man placed the magazine back on the table and walked over to the desk and sat down. Allison made sure her skirt was hiked high on her thigh, and she crossed her legs with style.

"I have a one-fifteen appointment for a checkup," the man said, getting a good glimpse of her long, sexy legs. "It's for an insurance company." He smiled. "They want to see if I'm healthy enough for them."

Allison let her tongue flick across her lips. "You look healthy to me."

The patient looked at her, taking in her fine, feminine features and her blouse, showing off her tits as they pushed against the silk material. "Is the doctor in?"

She smiled devilishly. "You're looking at her."

His eyes lit up in surprise. "I thought this was Dr. Philips' office."

"It is, but he was called away on an emergency. You know how it is. I'm filling in for him today. The nurse and receptionist have already left. I hope you don't mind." She smiled warmly.

"Not at all."

"Your name please?"

"Elliot Young." He eyed Allison speculatively. "I've never been examined by a woman before."

"I find that hard to believe," Allison said, getting his card from the file. She fished in the desk for a standard health form and smiled back at him. "I'll bet you've been examined many times by women."

Elliot liked the open manner of this new doctor. He grinned. "I didn't mean it that way."

Allison pointed and said, "In the room down the hall, take off your clothes. There will be a smock folded on the table. Put that on."

"You mean the kind that never closes in the back?" he joked.

"You got it," she said, winking. "I'll be back there in a minute and we can begin the examination."

Elliot stood up. There was something highly sensuous about her. "I'll be looking forward to it."

"So will I, Elliot," she said, pretending to look for something in the desk. She sat there and closed her eyes. Her heart was pounding in her breast, and she knew that her panties were getting damp as she quickly became aroused.

She waited, contemplating how she was going to seduce this gorgeous hunk of a man. She didn't want to do anything crude. A soft, tender approach was called for, one where he wouldn't be quite sure what her intentions were. A cunning smile played at her mouth, and she wondered if she could really pull it off.

Getting herself together, she breathed a deep sigh and stood up, anxious to begin. Elliot had had plenty of time to get that silly smock on by now. Her heels clicked on the polished floor and halted. "Decent?" she asked through the door.

"Come in," he called. "I'm ready for you."

"I'll bet you are," Allison said, pushing open the door. She saw him sitting on the examining table, a handsome grin spread across his rugged features.

"I feel kind of silly," he remarked, feeling self-conscious. "This damn thing I'm wearing is ..." He shook his head, staring down at the thin material.

"The smocks are silly for the simple reason it helps to keep the doctor from becoming hot when he's examining a female patient," she explained in a friendly manner.

"How about female doctors examining male patients?" Elliot added, admiring her lush figure in front of him.

"I'm not creaming in my panties yet," she noted boldly, holding his dark blue eyes with her own.

"Give me time," he said, liking her forward manner, glad she wasn't stuffy and all business.

Allison rested her hand on his bare knee. "Don't get carried away. I'm a doctor, and this isn't a massage parlor." The smile told him she wasn't angry.

"Right, doctor." He winked, enjoying the warmth of her hand on his knee.

Allison lifted the stethoscope from her breast and walked around to his back, the plugs in her ears. "Take a deep breath," she said, trying to make it as professional as possible. She at least wanted to act like a doctor before taking off her clothes and fucking the hell out of him.

Elliot took a deep breath, and held it as she placed the cold instrument to his back.

When she was done, she came around to the front. "You sound pretty good," she said, leaning her thigh to touch his. "What do you do for a living?"

"I work on appliances. Mainly TVs."

"Maybe you could fix my television when it goes on the blink," she said, the pressure of his thigh pressing in return, making her stomach turn somersaults.

"Anytime at all," he said. "Do I pass my physical?"

"I have a lot to do before you pass all the tests," she said, her voice sultry, echoing her double meaning, making Elliot take a sharper look at the beautiful woman.

She picked up a toylike hammer and tapped his knee, watching his reflexes. "Mmmmm. Pretty good." She swallowed uncomfortably, wishing she could just grab his cock and shove it in her pussy and forget about this masquerade.

"You're a very beautiful doctor," he complimented, getting personal.

Allison laid down the tiny hammer. "Have you ever had a hernia?" she asked, winking suggestively.

"Never."

She licked her lips enticingly. "Stand up so I can check, please."

Elliot's cock twitched as he jumped off the table. His prick was almost hard, and it made a tent effect underneath the smock.

Allison noticed it and smiled. She sat on the stool. "Spread them, Elliot," she said, her voice becoming strained, her throat dry as she prepared to touch his bare cock.

Elliot obeyed, hoping that something would happen between them. He shook the thought from his mind. Things like that didn't happen to him. He looked down at the top of her head, the urge to grab her and fuck her face roared in his loins. He fought the thoughts, his cock getting hard nevertheless, his mind racing over the erotically sexy things he wanted to do with this beautiful doctor.

Allison gaped at the bulge of his cock. Her hand sneaked under the smock. "Cough."

Elliot coughed as she requested, a tremor running through his taut muscular frame as her hand touched him.

She looked up at him, her eyes bright with desire. "You're in good shape," she said. "No hernia, but you got a helleva hard-on." She ogled the bulge of his cock. "Maybe I can fix that. We can't have you leaving the office with your cock sticking out a mile."

Dumbstruck, Elliot stared down at her. At first, he didn't believe what she had said, but the look in her eyes told him she meant it. "You're the doctor," he said, his cock yearning for the opportunity to fuck this gorgeous woman.

"Besides, I'm going to need a specimen too. I might as well get it while I'm here."

Without hesitation, she lifted the smock and gaped at the magnificent prick jutting out from between his legs. "God!" she sighed, awestruck. "It's a monster!"

"Not really," Elliot said, his chest bursting with pride as she gawked at his prick in open admiration. "Just a good, healthy cock."

"I couldn't agree more," Allison said, putting her hands around his bulky prick shaft and running her palms up and down. "I'm going to need a lot of time to examine this piece of lumber."

"Take all the time you need, Doctor." Elliot was burning with passion as her hands softly manipulated his bloated cock. "Take your time."

Allison opened her mouth wide, the fiery, red tip slowly sinking between her full, sensuous lips. Her hands cupped his balls, feeling the heavy weight of them. Her hands gently handled them, then maneuvered to his ass where her fingertips played in the crevice.

"Ummm," Elliot moaned, his body yearning to ravage her gorgeous mouth. He held the sides of her head, his ass moving to accommodate her open mouth as she sucked vigorously on his cock.

Allison feasted on his meat. His cock filled her throat. She stroked his prick with her clinging lips. Her fingers delved into the hidden depths of his ass, teasing the tiny asshole. Her mouth devoured his prick with long swishing strokes. "Ummmm." Her throat echoed moans as Elliot thrust his veiny prick into the fervent depths of her mouth in steady, powerful thrusts.

Elliot rested back against the examining table, his legs weakening as all of his strength was sucked out of his body through his cock. He slammed into her mouth with what energy he had left, his cock gorged with blood, filling with jism. Forcefully and rhythmically, he fucked her face, enjoying the feel of her hands teasing his ass cheeks and asshole. He looked around the small room, not really believing he was getting sucked off in a doctor's office by a doctor!

"Aghhhh," he groaned, ready to fill her face with a hot, wet load of jism.

Allison's mouth came off his cock, her eyes glowed like burning coals of passion. "Get on the table," she rasped, her beautiful face covered with a veil of lust. Her head spun, and her mind was dizzy with desire. She watched him lay on the table, his wet, spit soaked cock jutting high in the air.

She stood up, trembling, yearning to ram his cock inside her pussy. Getting sucked off by Paul Anderson was heaven, but here was a gigantic cock, and her pussy craved the meaty prick. She buckled over with passion cramps as she fumbled with the buttons of her blouse.

Elliot leaned back on his elbows and watched the beautiful woman begin her sensuous strip.

"I like having you watch," she mewled, her stomach springing cartwheels as she peeled off her blouse. She dropped her skirt from her trim waist and modeled in her panties and matching lace bra. She leaned over him, taking the warm flesh of her tit from the black lace cup, offering it to him like it was a sacrifice. "Suck my tit!"

Elliot obliged. His mouth opened, sucking her huge tit between his lips. He sucked hard on the nipple as she whined in heavenly bliss. His hand slid around, pulling her against him.

His hand delved inside her panties and burrowed between her deep ass cheeks.

Allison squealed with pleasure, pushing her ass back, toying with his finger as he probed her crack and juicy pussy. "Ohhhh! Ohh!" She rocked on her heels, one of his hands stroking her pussy, the other squeezing and milking her ripe tit while his mouth sucked like a vacuum, making her twitch as if the nerves in her nipples were connected erotically to her pussy. Each time Elliot sucked her tit, her cunt pulsed as if milking an imaginary cock.

"Let me fuck you," she groaned, unable to deny herself the fruits of his gargantuan cock any longer. She pulled away from his suckling mouth, her tit making a popping sound. Gasping and swaying on her feet, she glided her panties over her full, well-rounded hips. Jiggling, they dropped to her tapered ankles and she peeled off her bra.

"Now for the final examination," she purred, a lascivious grin on her beautiful, flushed face. "A test for stamina."

"Anytime," Elliot said, his cock as anxious for her pussy as her pussy dripped anxiously for his overgrown prick. "Anytime."

Allison climbed up on the examining table between his legs. She glared hotly at him, her cunt oozing hot, creamy juice down her thighs. She sucked in her breath, trying not to fall as she straddled his body each leg at a time.

Elliot watched her dangling tits swinging provocatively in his face, holding her hips, steadying her until she was finally positioned over his raging boner. "Sit on my cock," he groaned, his patience wearing thin as the blood in his veins boiled. "Sink my prick in your pussy."

"Yesss," she hissed. Her eyes sparkled with passion, her body exhilarated with wanton desires. She reached between her spread legs and gripped his huge, thick cock shaft, his hand roaming over her delicately soft body. She stroked the bulbous prick head between her swollen pussy lips, making herself swoon from the exquisite contact of his cock against the steamy heat of her cunt. She laid his cock flat on his belly and slid her pussy along the shaft, mixing her spit from sucking him with the sticky juices of her bubbling pussy.

Unconcerned about her balance, she rode his prick with abandonment, watching the reddened head appear from between her cunt lips. It was totally erotic. It looked as if she had a cock of her own. She smiled dreamily at him, her lips wet with saliva, her tits quivering like jello. "I love it." She wriggled back and forth, feeling the juices on his cock drench the cheeks of her ass. "Mmmm."

Elliot groaned with frustrating pain. "Put my prick in." His hands dug viciously into her hips, his fingertips pressing hard into her flesh, anxious to plant his prick inside her body. "Christ, fuck me!"

Allison felt the same way. Playtime had ended. She lifted up, leering down at his cock as it sprung up in the air. It hit her cunt and she swayed her hips until the tip of his steel cock slipped inside the wet, pinkish folds of her cunt lips.

"Ohhhh," she whimpered, the joy of his cock almost toppling her over, overwhelming her. She sunk slowly down until the entire length of his monstrous cock was buried inside her pussy. "Uhhhh. It feels so good."

Elliot looked up at her, watching her face turn the color of her red hair. He saw her green eyes glaring passionately down at him, her jaw slack. She uttered soft, puffing sighs. He watched her tits, large, jiggling, white globes, the nipples erect and pink. He gripped her tensely as she rocked on his cock. He could feel the tremendous pressure of her cunt as it pulsed against his disappearing cock shaft. The heat and juice from the spongy walls of her pussy was like an active volcano, spurting its lava before the impending explosion. He found himself rocking back and forth on his ass cheeks, adding to the friction of her spastic cunt on his red hot cock.

"Ummmm," she moaned. Her head lolled as her cunt surrounded the length of his prick, her body fucking him in a dreamy, blurring haze. Her tits followed the rhythm, swaying with her body. Her only care was the cock. Lost in the fuzzy world of fucking, she precariously rocked on his prick, oblivious to the danger of falling off the narrow, padded table. Her trust was in his cock and his powerful hands as he held her in his grasp.

Allison leaned forward, her jiggling tits hitting him in the face like soft billowing pillows. He grabbed a nipple, catching it between his teeth. He bit into it hard enough to make her whine but not hard enough to hurt.

She wailed, the pain of his biting teeth blending with the joy of his cock. She moved her hips from side to side, scraping her exposed clit against his hard, hairy groin, throwing her head back in bliss. The contact made her tremble and she snapped her head forward again and whimpered, blinking rapidly as her eyes focused on the wall and her husband's certificate from the AMA. A sly, sensuous smirk formed the corners of her open, panting mouth.

Elliot's cock pulsed to a steady beat in the heated depths of Allison's pussy. He wanted to fuck her with the fury of a thousand men, tired of lying still while her cunt teased him to no end. "Fuck it!" he said strongly. "Fuck my cock!" He used his hands, trying to move and push her body, trying to set a rhythm to bring them both to their climax.

Allison felt his urgent pulling and sat up, her back erect, her tits jutting out, her thighs spread on either side of his taut frame. "I'm ready," she cried, her body taking over, starting to fuck his cock. "Ohhh, I'm sooo hot! Fuck me, Elliot! Fuck me!"

Elliot matched her pace, his ass banging the table to meet her rhythmic pounding. It began at a slow pace, bringing them more passion as they drifted beyond the point of no return, on the upward slope to the summit. They fucked with wanton lust, their noises filling the empty room. His ass slapped on the table, and her pussy squished wetly in rhythm with her fucking body. "Faster! Faster!" He urged his prick with a headlong thrust into her pussy, the pussy that was denying him his final climax, the ultimate outcome of this hot fuck session.

In her hazy passion, Allison heard his urging voice reverberating in her brain. She picked up speed, her ass slamming down, her pussy sliding back and forth, the double action making her raw clit scrape his hairy groin. She wailed, caught in the labyrinth of lust, her head snapping frantically from side to side. Her mind was geared only to satisfying the burning fire in her pussy.

"I'm there! Oh, Christ! I'm going to come!" She felt the lava of cum bursting in a violent explosion, spreading rapidly through her pulsating pussy. Her body shook, anticipating the violent explosion. She shook, her tits heaving, her breath ragged, her flesh tingling from the fiery flames deeply imbedded inside her prick stuffed pussy.

She screamed a shrill, eerie scream that pierced the tiny room. Her body went into spasms as her orgasm enveloped her and drove her to the brink of climactic bliss. Her heart shaped ass bucked and rode his prick like a cowgirl, mindless of any injury should she be thrown to the ground.

Elliot felt the gripping of her scorching hot pussy against his shaft. She was tugging with all of her clenching cunt muscles, the pulsing becoming so rapid it was a steady, persistent blur of motion. His throbbing, stiff prick erupted a hot, thick stream of creamy jism, pouring from his piss-hole, splattering against the walls of her cunt. He arched up in short, quick lunges, thrusting his powerful prick in and out of her cunt as they both reached the summit together, poised at the edge.

Allison's eyes opened, blank and expressionless. Her climax, triggered by the squirting jism of Elliot's lunging cock, drove her higher to a new plane of awareness. She shrieked, almost toppling off the small table as her cunt and torso were swept up in the stupendous orgasm. She slammed down, her body a fucking machine, matching the human machine beneath her in a never-ending effort to rid herself of the passionate orgasm that now controlled her body.

She saw his face, handsome and taut, his eyes fireballs. His prick was a hot, steely rod stuffing her pussy full of scalding cum. She arched her back and jerked, almost falling. She screamed and slumped forward on Elliot's jerking body.

She crashed over the peak, his cock juice spraying her pussy. Her tits crushed against his broad chest as she tumbled back through the gray world between orgasm and reality.

Elliot held her in his vise-like grip, his jerking hips driving his prick into her pussy. He twitched. Her pussy muscles drained the last of his cum. He lay helpless, panting and gasping, with the tembling woman atop his exhausted frame. His climax smoldered like an overheated engine. "Ohhhh, baby," he groaned, his hands caressing her back and ass. "You give a hellova examination."

Allison smiled wickedly and lifted her head, looking into his eyes. "I think you passed," she said, kissing him. "The only trouble is . . ." She climbed carefully off his limp, sticky cock. "You'll have to come back when the doctor is in. I can't sign the form for the insurance company."

She stood on wobbly legs. "I hope you don't mind."

"Not in the least," Elliot said with a grin.

"If I were a doctor, I'd be glad to sign it." She giggled, and they both dressed. "Call tomorrow for another appointment. The nurse will be in then."

"I never did get your name."

"It doesn't matter." She blew him a kiss. When he was gone, she rested in the chair and contemplated her next move, wondering who she would fuck next. It had to be someone connected with Grant, like the men who helped him invest his money.

She stretched, sated for the moment, trying to figure out how she could make her husband change his mind and take the offer to settle in the small town. She knew what would happen if he didn't. The marriage would end, and she would have to find an endless stream of cocks to match the one cock she couldn't get, Grant's.