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How about with an Oscar Mayer hotdog in me? ;)[/QUOTE]

Oh that could be done Kat ;)
 
katbound said:
Thank you. Burlap is scratchy, though. ;)

Yes, I might add that if you're reading this, doctor, I would never jeopardize you and disclose your identity if we were to have a flirtation. ;)

Hmmm, Cadman. I would, though, like to consider your offer. You are DELICIOUS.

I use the word delicious too much but it describes men and their parts so perfectly.

x
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I know burlap is scratchy, that's why I mentioned it...then you have to take it off. Don't worry about it though I would have you covered:D

Somehow the way use delicious is so sexy i don't think anyone has noticed.

I actually think of women with the delicious body parts
 
Oddly, I think it would be more interesting (at least at first) to give Kat a show of some kind...

I wonder what kind she prefers?
 
I am glad to hear you got you cast off Kat. I hope you heal up soon. I am sure you could have had made putty out of your surgeon if you had tried.
 
MaleSlut47 said:
I am glad to hear you got you cast off Kat. I hope you heal up soon. I am sure you could have had made putty out of your surgeon if you had tried.
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I don't think I would've made putty out of my surgeon; I think I would give him a rock hard erection followed by an explosive orgasm, but I know what you mean.

Still, I do love pleasing men and I am fantasizing about kneeling at his feet and giving him head, getting him nice and stiff, and then clearing off his desk and having him lie on his back while I mount him and fuck the jizz out of his nuts. Is that bad?

Not2Typical said:
Oddly, I think it would be more interesting (at least at first) to give Kat a show of some kind...

I wonder what kind she prefers?
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Show or shower? I'd like both. Bathe me and then perform for me.

Macdaddy23 said:
A big fantasy is being in a shower or bath tub with you kat.
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I'd love a bath with you shaving my kitty.

cadman7777 said:
I know burlap is scratchy, that's why I mentioned it...then you have to take it off. Don't worry about it though I would have you covered:D

Somehow the way use delicious is so sexy i don't think anyone has noticed.

I actually think of women with the delicious body parts
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Delicious. ;)
 
/smirk.... maybe I'm a sadist...

Perhaps I meant to say *gets a scrub brush and something else stiffens*
 
I would shave your kitty for you Kat. Then after shaving you kiss the kitty.
 
One of the great things about my profession... cranes don't really care who you sleep with
 
Vancouverite said:
Do we need to answer that question, Kat?
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Not really, huh?

mark_j said:
One of the great things about my profession... cranes don't really care who you sleep with
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Do you work for Audubon or a construction company?

Without further ado, I'm posting an elaboration of my fantasy, of what would happen if my fantasy actually took place. In no way is this real and in no way am I seeking to compromise the professional career of my doctor. I would never give away his name or location. This is purely fantasy.

He walked in looking hurried and harried but once he glanced at me, his demeanor changed. He introduced himself and we shook hands as I told him my name. His eyes took in the plaster splint with which the ER doc had outfitted me and then he glanced appreciatively over my legs and breasts. He didn’t notice that I was noticing him looking at me. My nipples stiffened at his gaze and I looked down to his crotch, not being inconspicuous at all. He sat and asked about my injury and I told him what happened. He pulled up the films and discussed the injury more in depth. I would need a cast for about a month.

“You know, we’re going to have to take your jeans off to get the cast on. I think I can push the material up to get the splint off but you’ll need to remove them for the casting process,” he said, trying to hide a smile.

“No problem,” I said, smiling slyly back at him and then asking him to close the examining room door. He got up quickly, closed it and went into another room to get the fiberglass material.

“Tell me when you’re finished,” he said, turning his back and gathering supplies.

I stood and balanced on one foot while attempting to remove the jeans. The leg was too tight and not a boot cut. I’d had an easier time at home but I was rather nervous and also aroused so I couldn’t manage at all.

“Doctor, I think I need some help,” I called, explaining the predicament.

He came over to me and sat down, telling me he was going to take the splint off and that would make it easier.

“You should wear shorts from now on with the cast. It’s still summer and you have nice legs. It will make things easier for you, you know,” he said, smiling up at me.

He cut the splint off, stood up and told me to hold onto his arm while removing my jeans. “Don’t look,” I said, teasing, but he looked away. Still, I saw him glancing at me as I tried to undo the jeans (button-fly, unfortunately) with one hand while standing and holding onto his arm with my other hand.

“Here, if you don’t mind, I’ll help you,” he began.

I didn’t offer any resistance so he instructed me to hold onto the examination table while he took off my jeans. His hands unbuttoned the jeans and when I looked at his crotch, he definitely had an erection. I was in love with his arms and his surgeon’s hands. His long sleeves were rolled up, exposing strong, tanned, hairy forearms and looking at his shoulders and chest through his shirt, I could tell the rest of his upper body was muscular and tight.

He began easing my jeans down gently until he was kneeling before me and sliding the material over my hips. What a lovely compromising position in which to be with one’s hot physician! I was pleased I’d worn a sexy little pair of green boy shorts and he seemed pleased as well as he stammered, “Wow, those are nice panties.” Then, standing up with a large bulge in his pants, he muttered, “I’m so sorry. That was a very unprofessional comment.”

I wagged my finger at him and smiled, “That’s all right, Doctor. I’ll let you get you get away with that for now but….” He smiled but I could tell he’d surprised himself with his comment and I tried to put him at ease. “You know, I find you incredibly attractive,” I whispered as he knelt and began removing the splint.

He seemed to ignore my comment and began pressing on my foot, asking me if it hurt in various places. I told him it felt a bit bruised but I was getting cramps in my calf from being so inactive. His hands slid up my leg and he expertly manipulated my calf muscle, giving me a soothing massage.

“It actually hurts a bit up here, too,” I explained, gesturing to my thigh.

“Oh no,” he said smiling, adding, “I’m not falling for that, you naughty girl.”

“Really, Doctor, it feels rather cramped,” I said, frowning.

He sighed and moved his hands up my leg to my thigh.

“Right here?” he asked, rubbing gently.

“Oh yes,” I sighed, leaning back appreciatively. My T-shirt rode up my tummy, exposing my tanned taut stomach, and I didn’t bother to pull it down. I knew my nipples were very stiff and poking out of the white T-shirt through my lacy bra. My doctor was getting quite the show.

To be continued....
 
katbound said:
Not really, huh?



Do you work for Audubon or a construction company?

Without further ado, I'm posting an elaboration of my fantasy, of what would happen if my fantasy actually took place. In no way is this real and in no way am I seeking to compromise the professional career of my doctor. I would never give away his name or location. This is purely fantasy.

He walked in looking hurried and harried but once he glanced at me, his demeanor changed. He introduced himself and we shook hands as I told him my name. His eyes took in the plaster splint with which the ER doc had outfitted me and then he glanced appreciatively over my legs and breasts. He didn’t notice that I was noticing him looking at me. My nipples stiffened at his gaze and I looked down to his crotch, not being inconspicuous at all. He sat and asked about my injury and I told him what happened. He pulled up the films and discussed the injury more in depth. I would need a cast for about a month.

“You know, we’re going to have to take your jeans off to get the cast on. I think I can push the material up to get the splint off but you’ll need to remove them for the casting process,” he said, trying to hide a smile.

“No problem,” I said, smiling slyly back at him and then asking him to close the examining room door. He got up quickly, closed it and went into another room to get the fiberglass material.

“Tell me when you’re finished,” he said, turning his back and gathering supplies.

I stood and balanced on one foot while attempting to remove the jeans. The leg was too tight and not a boot cut. I’d had an easier time at home but I was rather nervous and also aroused so I couldn’t manage at all.

“Doctor, I think I need some help,” I called, explaining the predicament.

He came over to me and sat down, telling me he was going to take the splint off and that would make it easier.

“You should wear shorts from now on with the cast. It’s still summer and you have nice legs. It will make things easier for you, you know,” he said, smiling up at me.

He cut the splint off, stood up and told me to hold onto his arm while removing my jeans. “Don’t look,” I said, teasing, but he looked away. Still, I saw him glancing at me as I tried to undo the jeans (button-fly, unfortunately) with one hand while standing and holding onto his arm with my other hand.

“Here, if you don’t mind, I’ll help you,” he began.

I didn’t offer any resistance so he instructed me to hold onto the examination table while he took off my jeans. His hands unbuttoned the jeans and when I looked at his crotch, he definitely had an erection. I was in love with his arms and his surgeon’s hands. His long sleeves were rolled up, exposing strong, tanned, hairy forearms and looking at his shoulders and chest through his shirt, I could tell the rest of his upper body was muscular and tight.

He began easing my jeans down gently until he was kneeling before me and sliding the material over my hips. What a lovely compromising position in which to be with one’s hot physician! I was pleased I’d worn a sexy little pair of green boy shorts and he seemed pleased as well as he stammered, “Wow, those are nice panties.” Then, standing up with a large bulge in his pants, he muttered, “I’m so sorry. That was a very unprofessional comment.”

I wagged my finger at him and smiled, “That’s all right, Doctor. I’ll let you get you get away with that for now but….” He smiled but I could tell he’d surprised himself with his comment and I tried to put him at ease. “You know, I find you incredibly attractive,” I whispered as he knelt and began removing the splint.

He seemed to ignore my comment and began pressing on my foot, asking me if it hurt in various places. I told him it felt a bit bruised but I was getting cramps in my calf from being so inactive. His hands slid up my leg and he expertly manipulated my calf muscle, giving me a soothing massage.

“It actually hurts a bit up here, too,” I explained, gesturing to my thigh.

“Oh no,” he said smiling, adding, “I’m not falling for that, you naughty girl.”

“Really, Doctor, it feels rather cramped,” I said, frowning.

He sighed and moved his hands up my leg to my thigh.

“Right here?” he asked, rubbing gently.

“Oh yes,” I sighed, leaning back appreciatively. My T-shirt rode up my tummy, exposing my tanned taut stomach, and I didn’t bother to pull it down. I knew my nipples were very stiff and poking out of the white T-shirt through my lacy bra. My doctor was getting quite the show.

To be continued....
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I'll make sure my stethoscope is warmed up for you;)
 
cadman7777 said:
I'll make sure my stethoscope is warmed up for you;)
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Please do. ;)

Macdaddy23 said:
Lucky Doc
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Not yet. ;)

Part II

“Up further,” I said, gesturing to the area right below the leg band of my panties. He sighed and moved his fingers up a bit further. We looked into each other’s eyes and knew it was really ethically wrong but we couldn’t help ourselves. His thumbs worked into my thigh muscle and I moaned sweetly; it felt so delicious.

“Let me cast your foot so it’s not injured,” he said, wiping a bit of sweat from his brow. I frowned a bit and sat up while he pulled a stool over to begin working on my foot. As he worked and glanced up occasionally, no words were exchanged, but I did lift my T-shirt over my head. I didn’t receive any complaints from him so I continued, unhooking my bra and letting my breasts pop out. He jumped up and locked the door, wiped more sweat from his brow and sat to continue the casting.

Once he finished, he rubbed the fiberglass down with water and stood up. “You need to get dressed, young lady,” he said, placing one hand on either side of me on the examining table, adding, “You will be able to pull the jeans up over the cast in a minute or two.” I slipped off my flip flop and insinuated my good leg between his legs and gently stroked up and down between his thighs with my bare foot.

He backed off reflexively and I leaned out and grabbed his shirt, pulling him to me. He had to move toward me lest I slip off of the table. We kissed, just like that, our mouths mashed together, his hands coming to rest on my sides where his fingers gently stroked my skin. My breasts ached for his touch and when he did move his hands up to them, I moaned and mewed pleasurably as his skilled fingers stroked and pinched my stiff nipples.

He whispered in my ear, “I can’t seem to help myself.”

“Nor should you,” I whispered back, licking his ear.

I spread my legs and wrapped them around his waist, feeling his body press into mine. Then, I pushed him away and swung my legs onto the table, lying down flat on my back. He just stood there, watching me, and I reached out and undid his belt, letting him do the rest. He had on boxers and his cock was there, waiting for me. I pulled him again by his shirt so his cock was right at my mouth when I turned my head. I licked my lips and reached out to stroke his stiff shaft and cup his warm full balls.

He placed one hand on my head and the other caressed my breasts and played with my hard nipples before stroking down my tummy to my panties. He moved a finger over the now very wet crotch of my panties and moved it inside the leg band, gasping as he felt my smooth shaved pussy. His finger stroked over my swollen clit and pushed inside of me as I began to kiss his very erect cock. His hand tangled through my hair as his hips moved, rocking into me as I started licking his wet swollen cock head, savoring the taste of his delicious pre cum.

“I want you to fuck me, Doctor,” I whispered, letting his cock head pop out of my mouth. He became assertive, almost aggressive, and moved to pull my panties off so that I was naked, lying there on the table and waiting for him. He helped me scoot down so my ass was just off the edge of the table. He placed my legs over his shoulders, without saying a thing, and he drove his big stiff cock right into my wet cunt. I gasped and he covered my mouth with a hand as he held one of my breasts with his other hand and thrust into me. My legs quivered expectantly after each powerful push and almost entire subsequent withdrawal of his hard rod, waiting for him to drive his wet steel cock right back into me so I could feel the pressure and fullness of him as well as the slapping of his balls on my ass.
 
Me likes story.

What is it with these sexy men in their white coats?

I have a crush on my dentist, and he makes me blush every time I see him.
Yes, even when he has my mouth clamped open.
Especially then.
 
Oceanmother said:
Me likes story.

What is it with these sexy men in their white coats?

I have a crush on my dentist, and he makes me blush every time I see him.
Yes, even when he has my mouth clamped open.
Especially then.
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Thank you! I am glad it appeals to women. My doc actually doesn't wear a white coat but wears a long-sleeved button down shirt and dress pants. He rolls the sleeves up on his shirt, and as I've mentioned, his forearms and hands are just so sexy. He's just all around hot. I guess it's the combination of his intellect, success in his profession and attractiveness that draws me in as vapid men hold no interest for me.

If he wore a white coat, I wouldn't complain! ;)
 
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