mark_j
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Yeah heavy construction, high rise buildings, stuff like that..
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Yeah heavy construction, high rise buildings, stuff like that..
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Morning, Kat.
Remind me to show you my old professional attire sometime!
Remind me to show you my old professional attire sometime!
bellinda69
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Kat, I have to say that story of yours is pretty damn good! Maybe you should consider making it longer and posting it on th Lit Story Board. I love it.
And yes there's just something bout a sexy man in a white coat. I used to lust after my GP for a while. Unfortunately he moved.
And yes there's just something bout a sexy man in a white coat. I used to lust after my GP for a while. Unfortunately he moved.
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I would love to be Kat's stripper
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*enrolls in med school*
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Vancouverite~ Okay. Let's see your old professional attire, please.
That's what I used to wear
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theweescotsman
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Kat your words as well as your hot body turn me on so much, really wish I had gone to medical school
lovely fantasy xxxxx
lovely fantasy xxxxx
Macdaddy23~ You'd like to be my stripper or my stripper? Which one?
SonofKrypton~ You'd be a hot doc for sure.
Vancouverite~ Anything under your robes?
theweescotsman~ A delicious Scotsman is actually more of a turn on to me than an orthopedic doctor! Really! Kisses.
Part III
When his orgasm was imminent, he thrust a couple more times, pulled out and shot his seed all over my tummy. He collapsed over my body before remembering where we were and he then rose and went to the sink for a damp paper towel, which he used to wipe off my tummy and his chest. He zipped up and fixed his belt and clothing before gesturing for me to turn over.
"Why?" I asked, smirking and satisfied. He lifted up my panties and to my surprise, sniffed them, licked the crotch and placed them in his pocket.
"Turn over," he said, placing his hand on my hip and encouraging me to turn. I was puzzled but did as I was told. His hand stroked my bottom and then slapped me with his open palm. I winced and he removed my panties from his pocket and pried my mouth open with a finger before stuffing the panties in. He opened a drawer and produced some surgical tape, which he used to bind my wrists after he stretched out my arms over my head.
Now he had me. It was impossible for me to move with my cast and with bound hands. I was nervous but also strangely excited. He exited the room and closed the door behind him. I heard the lock click from the outside and then I heard him talking to his secretary, telling her he'd close up the office, that he was staying to complete some work. It was plausible as I was the last patient of the day.
A few minutes passed and he re-entered the room. He stood before me and said, "You know. You've been a very naughty girl, teasing me the way you've done and making me fuck you."
I tried to talk but I couldn't with my panties so firmly wedged in my mouth. My taste and smell permeated my nose and mouth and I wiggled my bottom as I felt my pussy become even more aroused.
"You naughty, naughty girl," he said, smacking my bottom with a well-placed slap. "Look at this," he said, grabbing his erection, so very prominent through his pants. I looked and licked my lips; I couldn’t help it. I wanted to be kneeling in front of him and I wanted his cock crammed down my throat. He knew this. "You little cocksucker. You want to suck me again?" he said, undoing his pants again and turning me over so his cock waved obscenely in front of my face. He slapped my cheeks and mouth with it and ran it over my hardened nipples, which by now were oh, so very sensitive. His pre cum left trails on my cheeks and lips and some even dripped onto my stiff nipples.
He bent down and stroked my face with his fingertips. “If I remove the panties, you must promise to be a good girl,” he whispered, rubbing some of his jism into my nipples, making them even harder with that lovely viscous fluid and the touch of his fingertips. I nodded and he pulled the panties out and stuffed them back in his pocket, adding, “A souvenir.”
“Am I a bad girl?” I asked, looking at him coyly.
He rubbed a couple of fingers across his slick cock head and touched their wet tips to my lips and said, “Oh, yes. You’re a very bad girl, the kind of bad girl I really love.” He fed me his fingers and I licked them clean. We repeated this a couple of times with me lapping his sweet pre cum up loyally and then he went in the back room and came out with what looked to be a vibrator. He explained that it was indeed a kind of vibrator but for muscle massage. “However,” he said, “I’m not going to be using it for just any muscle.”
He touched my bare pussy and it was very wet from my arousal and our fucking. His fingers worked inside of me and then ran up and down my slit teasing my clit. I bucked my hips and whimpered and he pushed his straining cock back into his boxers, did up his pants and opened the examining room door. “Hello,” he called. When he was satisfied no one was in the office, he scooped me up and carried me to his private office where he placed me on his desk. I was naked and sitting there with bound wrists and a cast and I’ve never felt so vulnerable as I felt right then and there.
He opened up his couch, which converted into a sleeper, he explained, for long nights at the office. I’ll bet, I thought, smirking and wondering how many other female patients he’d been with but at this point, I didn’t care. Once he’d readied the bed, he laid me on it and made certain the blinds were completely closed and the light on his desk at the lowest setting. He undressed and I got to see his body in all its glory. He was even more delicious than I thought and I squirmed and wriggled on the bed, licking my lips and pleading with my eyes and body.
He picked up the massager and lay on his side on the bed, unbinding my hands. “You’re going to need them,” he said, kissing me fully on the mouth. “Climb on top of me,” he instructed, grabbing my ass and placing my pussy right over his face. “I want you to let me do this to you,” he said, shifting so his cock was right under my mouth. I wrapped my hands around the warm stiff shaft and shook my long hair from my eyes before bending down and beginning my worship of his beautiful cock and cum-filled balls.
The vibe emitted a low buzz as he turned it on and I felt it at my entrance just buzzing over my pussy lips. It felt so lovely and I moved my hips, feeling his tongue touch my clit. I moaned with my mouth over his cock and he felt that hum on his shaft and moaned as well, feeling that stimulation running from his balls to his sensitive cock head. He tasted so deliciously and there was a copious amount of pre cum. I was licking and sucking and slurping while his tongue worked on my clit and he finally and gently slid the vibe into my pussy, which instantly contracted around the hard plastic. I felt another finger stroking my asshole and when he came up for air, he muttered, “That’s it. Work that pussy. Cum for me.”
You'd like to be my stripper or my stripper? Which one? SonofKrypton~ You'd be a hot doc for sure.
Vancouverite~ Anything under your robes?
theweescotsman~ A delicious Scotsman is actually more of a turn on to me than an orthopedic doctor! Really! Kisses.
Part III
When his orgasm was imminent, he thrust a couple more times, pulled out and shot his seed all over my tummy. He collapsed over my body before remembering where we were and he then rose and went to the sink for a damp paper towel, which he used to wipe off my tummy and his chest. He zipped up and fixed his belt and clothing before gesturing for me to turn over.
"Why?" I asked, smirking and satisfied. He lifted up my panties and to my surprise, sniffed them, licked the crotch and placed them in his pocket.
"Turn over," he said, placing his hand on my hip and encouraging me to turn. I was puzzled but did as I was told. His hand stroked my bottom and then slapped me with his open palm. I winced and he removed my panties from his pocket and pried my mouth open with a finger before stuffing the panties in. He opened a drawer and produced some surgical tape, which he used to bind my wrists after he stretched out my arms over my head.
Now he had me. It was impossible for me to move with my cast and with bound hands. I was nervous but also strangely excited. He exited the room and closed the door behind him. I heard the lock click from the outside and then I heard him talking to his secretary, telling her he'd close up the office, that he was staying to complete some work. It was plausible as I was the last patient of the day.
A few minutes passed and he re-entered the room. He stood before me and said, "You know. You've been a very naughty girl, teasing me the way you've done and making me fuck you."
I tried to talk but I couldn't with my panties so firmly wedged in my mouth. My taste and smell permeated my nose and mouth and I wiggled my bottom as I felt my pussy become even more aroused.
"You naughty, naughty girl," he said, smacking my bottom with a well-placed slap. "Look at this," he said, grabbing his erection, so very prominent through his pants. I looked and licked my lips; I couldn’t help it. I wanted to be kneeling in front of him and I wanted his cock crammed down my throat. He knew this. "You little cocksucker. You want to suck me again?" he said, undoing his pants again and turning me over so his cock waved obscenely in front of my face. He slapped my cheeks and mouth with it and ran it over my hardened nipples, which by now were oh, so very sensitive. His pre cum left trails on my cheeks and lips and some even dripped onto my stiff nipples.
He bent down and stroked my face with his fingertips. “If I remove the panties, you must promise to be a good girl,” he whispered, rubbing some of his jism into my nipples, making them even harder with that lovely viscous fluid and the touch of his fingertips. I nodded and he pulled the panties out and stuffed them back in his pocket, adding, “A souvenir.”
“Am I a bad girl?” I asked, looking at him coyly.
He rubbed a couple of fingers across his slick cock head and touched their wet tips to my lips and said, “Oh, yes. You’re a very bad girl, the kind of bad girl I really love.” He fed me his fingers and I licked them clean. We repeated this a couple of times with me lapping his sweet pre cum up loyally and then he went in the back room and came out with what looked to be a vibrator. He explained that it was indeed a kind of vibrator but for muscle massage. “However,” he said, “I’m not going to be using it for just any muscle.”
He touched my bare pussy and it was very wet from my arousal and our fucking. His fingers worked inside of me and then ran up and down my slit teasing my clit. I bucked my hips and whimpered and he pushed his straining cock back into his boxers, did up his pants and opened the examining room door. “Hello,” he called. When he was satisfied no one was in the office, he scooped me up and carried me to his private office where he placed me on his desk. I was naked and sitting there with bound wrists and a cast and I’ve never felt so vulnerable as I felt right then and there.
He opened up his couch, which converted into a sleeper, he explained, for long nights at the office. I’ll bet, I thought, smirking and wondering how many other female patients he’d been with but at this point, I didn’t care. Once he’d readied the bed, he laid me on it and made certain the blinds were completely closed and the light on his desk at the lowest setting. He undressed and I got to see his body in all its glory. He was even more delicious than I thought and I squirmed and wriggled on the bed, licking my lips and pleading with my eyes and body.
He picked up the massager and lay on his side on the bed, unbinding my hands. “You’re going to need them,” he said, kissing me fully on the mouth. “Climb on top of me,” he instructed, grabbing my ass and placing my pussy right over his face. “I want you to let me do this to you,” he said, shifting so his cock was right under my mouth. I wrapped my hands around the warm stiff shaft and shook my long hair from my eyes before bending down and beginning my worship of his beautiful cock and cum-filled balls.
The vibe emitted a low buzz as he turned it on and I felt it at my entrance just buzzing over my pussy lips. It felt so lovely and I moved my hips, feeling his tongue touch my clit. I moaned with my mouth over his cock and he felt that hum on his shaft and moaned as well, feeling that stimulation running from his balls to his sensitive cock head. He tasted so deliciously and there was a copious amount of pre cum. I was licking and sucking and slurping while his tongue worked on my clit and he finally and gently slid the vibe into my pussy, which instantly contracted around the hard plastic. I felt another finger stroking my asshole and when he came up for air, he muttered, “That’s it. Work that pussy. Cum for me.”
bellinda69
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More!!!!! Love it.
Cheers to you Kat!
Cheers to you Kat!
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BradBigBrain
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Oh hell. Send him a link to this board. Ask him if he can tell who is you...
I bet he figures it out and asks you out.
What have you got to lose?
I bet he figures it out and asks you out.
What have you got to lose?
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well its obviously not me, but I haven't a currently available picture of me in my old suits, so here's the sort of thing I wore under the robes.
T
theweescotsman
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I just know I'm gonna wake up tomorrow with a raging hard on.......my dreams will be very sweet tonight
very hot gorgeous, very naughty Kat
very hot gorgeous, very naughty Kat
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How about both Kat?
Quite a bit. That's why it's really just a fantasy. I don't know what I'd do with him in RL. I know what I'd want to do but really I cannot.
well its obviously not me, but I haven't a currently available picture of me in my old suits, so here's the sort of thing I wore under the robes.
Hmmm. You've given me a lot of visuals.
I just know I'm gonna wake up tomorrow with a raging hard on.......my dreams will be very sweet tonight
very hot gorgeous, very naughty Kat
Do tell me the details of your sweet dreams, hot man.
How about both Kat?
Yes. Of course.
Not2Typical
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evening again kat, my you've been busy ;
mark_j
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Probably, but I'm more apt to get hurt falling in my bathroom..
So, you do all your own stunts?
mark_j
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So, you do all your own stunts?
Not as much anymore.. a few too many falls in the bathroom you understand
Not as much anymore.. a few too many falls in the bathroom you understand
Okay. Is there a hidden meaning here?
mark_j
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Okay. Is there a hidden meaning here?
Not really.. A tongue in cheek attempt at humor about my not being as physically reckless as I used to be maybe..
Here's my next fantasy installment. I must say my panties are soaked and I need an orgasm after writing this next part. Hope you enjoy.
Part IV
I came explosively and he shot his load down my throat as my orgasm washed over me. Once we had finished, there were no tender caresses; he was all business.
“Now, you’re mine,” he said, smiling and slapping my ass. “We’re going to have a little fun.”
“What kind of fun?” I asked, dressing as he had already stood and had begun to dress.
“You must wait and see, my pet,” he said, pulling me to him and kissing me deeply. “Tomorrow, we’re taking the train into the city. From there, we’re going to catch the subway at a crowded stop and we’re going to ride it until you accomplish what I’m setting out for you to do.”
“Doctor,” I began, but he placed his finger on my lips and told me to meet him at the station at 7 the next morning. I sighed and grabbed my purse and keys but he grabbed my arm and whispered in my ear.
“Wear tight jeans, some sexy heels and a nice top that shows off your tits,” he said, slapping my ass once again.
I nodded and left.
The next morning, I was ready and waiting at the station when he arrived. He placed his hand on my neck and pulled me to him, whispering, “You look delicious.” He bought our tickets and we went down to the platform to await the next train.
“Now,” he began, “you’re going to sit on your own in the seat in which I place you. You will be near a man and you’re going to cross your legs and masturbate by swinging your leg back and forth until you have an orgasm. I’m going to be watching you and I want to see that tell tale flush of pleasure. I want you to unbutton one more button on your shirt and tell me, what panties are you wearing?”
“They’re sheer black bikini panties,” I said, softly, feeling a mixture of trepidation and arousal.
“Nice. Once you orgasm, you’re going to go to the bathroom, take them off and hand them to the chap to whom you gave a show.”
“But,” I protested, turning red, I am sure, with embarrassment and nerves.
He backed me up against a concrete pillar and reached up, twisting my nipple through my blouse. It was at once slightly painful but erotically and immensely pleasurable and I moaned softly.
“So, it’s a yes, of course,” he muttered, smiling at me and then kissing my neck.
“Yes, of course,” I whispered a bit mortified and looking around to see if anyone noticed our little exchange.
When the train pulled in, he made us wait until just about everyone got on and he then let us board.
I was surprised when he gestured for me to sit in one seat of two facing two others. The seat next to me was empty, but directly across from me were two businessmen in suits, apparently going to work in the city. I shook my head and he needled me in the back so I sat and watched him sit in the row to the left and in the outer seat so he could get a good view.
One man was reading the paper and the other was texting on his handheld as the train pulled out of the station. My doctor nodded to me and I commenced my playtime, strangely aroused. I crossed one leg over the other and swung it casually, leaning my head back on the seat. When the ticket taker came with his punch, I stopped swinging and took a deep breath. Once he left, I resumed and just concentrated on the feelings coursing through my body.
Already, my arousal began as I watched my doctor watch me. He was enjoying this immensely and I started concentrating on the pleasure. My pussy lips were rubbing together and, in effect, I was jerking off my clit by swinging my leg and massaging my swollen button. I became aware of my nipples becoming unbelievably stiff and rubbing against my pretty bra and blouse. I also felt my pussy juice start to leak, making my pussy lips and inner thighs sticky with my love honey.
An “oh” escaped my lips and both men looked up and then looked at each other. They resumed their activities but this time, they were both alert to my little session. The reader was watching over his paper and the texter would look up occasionally and smile. I swung my leg and shifted my hips, allowing more breathy “ohs” to escape my lips. I couldn’t really help myself, especially when the texter reached down and squeezed the large bulge in his slacks.
I looked over at my doctor and he was smiling and nodding. He had some wood for me, too, I saw, and this made me even hornier. Soon, my orgasm was imminent and I couldn’t really hold back, even if I wanted to. I placed one of my hands on the arm of the seat and, unable to help myself, I let my right hand wander down my chest to my right breast, which I caressed through my blouse, feeling the stiff nipple on my finger tips. I ran my tongue across my parched lips and felt my orgasm descend upon me as if I were on a roller coaster preparing for the drop. My hips moved of their own volition and the two businessmen as well as my doctor were rapt, watching my flood of pleasure.
Once I had climaxed, the reader leaned forward, grinning, and said, “Very, very nice.” I blushed, I know, and stood, trying to recover my sanity. What madness was this? As I made my way to the bathroom, my doctor held out a hand and grabbed my thigh. His index finger insinuated itself into my inner thigh and pressed firmly. “Don’t forget the panties,” he said with a chuckle.
Part IV
I came explosively and he shot his load down my throat as my orgasm washed over me. Once we had finished, there were no tender caresses; he was all business.
“Now, you’re mine,” he said, smiling and slapping my ass. “We’re going to have a little fun.”
“What kind of fun?” I asked, dressing as he had already stood and had begun to dress.
“You must wait and see, my pet,” he said, pulling me to him and kissing me deeply. “Tomorrow, we’re taking the train into the city. From there, we’re going to catch the subway at a crowded stop and we’re going to ride it until you accomplish what I’m setting out for you to do.”
“Doctor,” I began, but he placed his finger on my lips and told me to meet him at the station at 7 the next morning. I sighed and grabbed my purse and keys but he grabbed my arm and whispered in my ear.
“Wear tight jeans, some sexy heels and a nice top that shows off your tits,” he said, slapping my ass once again.
I nodded and left.
The next morning, I was ready and waiting at the station when he arrived. He placed his hand on my neck and pulled me to him, whispering, “You look delicious.” He bought our tickets and we went down to the platform to await the next train.
“Now,” he began, “you’re going to sit on your own in the seat in which I place you. You will be near a man and you’re going to cross your legs and masturbate by swinging your leg back and forth until you have an orgasm. I’m going to be watching you and I want to see that tell tale flush of pleasure. I want you to unbutton one more button on your shirt and tell me, what panties are you wearing?”
“They’re sheer black bikini panties,” I said, softly, feeling a mixture of trepidation and arousal.
“Nice. Once you orgasm, you’re going to go to the bathroom, take them off and hand them to the chap to whom you gave a show.”
“But,” I protested, turning red, I am sure, with embarrassment and nerves.
He backed me up against a concrete pillar and reached up, twisting my nipple through my blouse. It was at once slightly painful but erotically and immensely pleasurable and I moaned softly.
“So, it’s a yes, of course,” he muttered, smiling at me and then kissing my neck.
“Yes, of course,” I whispered a bit mortified and looking around to see if anyone noticed our little exchange.
When the train pulled in, he made us wait until just about everyone got on and he then let us board.
I was surprised when he gestured for me to sit in one seat of two facing two others. The seat next to me was empty, but directly across from me were two businessmen in suits, apparently going to work in the city. I shook my head and he needled me in the back so I sat and watched him sit in the row to the left and in the outer seat so he could get a good view.
One man was reading the paper and the other was texting on his handheld as the train pulled out of the station. My doctor nodded to me and I commenced my playtime, strangely aroused. I crossed one leg over the other and swung it casually, leaning my head back on the seat. When the ticket taker came with his punch, I stopped swinging and took a deep breath. Once he left, I resumed and just concentrated on the feelings coursing through my body.
Already, my arousal began as I watched my doctor watch me. He was enjoying this immensely and I started concentrating on the pleasure. My pussy lips were rubbing together and, in effect, I was jerking off my clit by swinging my leg and massaging my swollen button. I became aware of my nipples becoming unbelievably stiff and rubbing against my pretty bra and blouse. I also felt my pussy juice start to leak, making my pussy lips and inner thighs sticky with my love honey.
An “oh” escaped my lips and both men looked up and then looked at each other. They resumed their activities but this time, they were both alert to my little session. The reader was watching over his paper and the texter would look up occasionally and smile. I swung my leg and shifted my hips, allowing more breathy “ohs” to escape my lips. I couldn’t really help myself, especially when the texter reached down and squeezed the large bulge in his slacks.
I looked over at my doctor and he was smiling and nodding. He had some wood for me, too, I saw, and this made me even hornier. Soon, my orgasm was imminent and I couldn’t really hold back, even if I wanted to. I placed one of my hands on the arm of the seat and, unable to help myself, I let my right hand wander down my chest to my right breast, which I caressed through my blouse, feeling the stiff nipple on my finger tips. I ran my tongue across my parched lips and felt my orgasm descend upon me as if I were on a roller coaster preparing for the drop. My hips moved of their own volition and the two businessmen as well as my doctor were rapt, watching my flood of pleasure.
Once I had climaxed, the reader leaned forward, grinning, and said, “Very, very nice.” I blushed, I know, and stood, trying to recover my sanity. What madness was this? As I made my way to the bathroom, my doctor held out a hand and grabbed my thigh. His index finger insinuated itself into my inner thigh and pressed firmly. “Don’t forget the panties,” he said with a chuckle.
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I want to be your doctor kat
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