Prenatal Escapades

[Sidney_1]

Kristen smiled at Simon’s confidence in her. Her heart rate and breathing normalized as she allowed herself to just lie against him and be soothed and assured. She had kept her leg crossed over Simon’s so they could still feel connected. He had felt so warm and full within her. . . she mourned that connection the moment they disconnected from one another. . . but, she knew she had to take a minute to rest.

Kristen kissed his chest and then angled her face towards Simon’s lips and kissed them gently.

“Let’s make a baby, Dr. Idris,” she said, teasingly. Kristen opened her leg and held Simon’s penis near her entrance, dipping his tip into her dew, between her folds. “For this round, perhaps it’s best for you to choose one of your favorite or most effective positions for pleasure.”

 

[saedo]

“For this round, perhaps it’s best for you to choose one of your favorite or most effective positions for pleasure.”

Simon turned towards her. "Very well." He pushed her softly till she lay on her back. He then positioned himself over her, his body between her thighs. He remembers reached for one of the pillows still on the bed and slipped it under her pelvis.

"I realize missionary is a bit traditional," he murmured as his hands spread her thighs. "But I'm so hard it hurts, so I'm willing to favor expediency."

Kristen's labia glistened with moisture. A brief probe with the tip of his index finger confirmed that her interior was well lubricated. He tilted his body forward as he lined up his cock for entry.

Simon's engorged glans blocked all sight of her vagina, so it was mostly by feel that he found it. The doctor leaned forward, watching her tender flesh resist momentarily before stretching wide to admit his cock. Despite having experienced it countless times before, the resilience of the delicate tissue always amazed him.

Despite his having been deep inside her quite recently, her pussy clutched at his cock as if it were entirely novel. Her warm, pink embrace yielded slowly to his girth, compelling him to drill into her depths at a restrained pace. Simon kept his eyes on Kristen, watching her reaction as he sank slowly into her.

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen moaned as she gripped the pillow that was holding her head and focused on the sensation of her vagina being completely filled by Simon’s member. It was a snug fit; a bit of a mental challenge to accommodate him in this new position. . .but, thrilling.

The sight of his toned body above her, knowing he had been so hard for her, for so long that it hurt. . .knowing that he was her to release his powerful seed. . . and it was her job to orgasm and invite that seed in. . .

Kristen pulled her knees back which allowed Simon to enter her even more deeply. She rocked her hips in timing with Simon. Lifting as he entered her, falling back as he descended a bit.

She stretched her chest into the air, not wanting any of it to stop.

“Mmm, yes. Give it to me, just like that. . .” Kristen writhed with pleasure , her clitoris already beginning to activate with spasms. Simon seemed to know exactly what she needed.

While not a prude by any means, she had never felt this horny and in more need of peak experience than she felt at this moment. It was as if her first orgasm had opened a floodgate of her restrained, but heightened libido.

When you think I’m ready, I want you to go wild and primal and fill me with your seed. I want my child to be a result of passion, she said silently to Simon.

 

[saedo]

For all of Kristen's demurring about being able to climax again, Simon thought she seemed well on her way to yet another. Her moans and sighs suggested she was thoroughly enjoying his name efforts.

Certainly her reaction only spurred Simon on. The clutch of her pussy felt divine and the obscene squelch of his plunging cock encouraged him to increasingly intense thrusting. Soon his hips were impacting Kristen's solidly enough to rock her entire body.

"Almost. . . there. . . almost. . . there. . ., " Simon grunted, his focus on his throbbing member. "Almost. . . there. . . AHHH!" Simon slammed himself home one last time, his improbably engorged cock swelling still further in the moments before his seed poured forth into her.

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen let her excitement take over as Simon warned her of his build up to release. She studied him and allowed her body to receive him and be responsive to his thrusting.

It wasn’t difficult. She had fantasized about this moment for a month.

“Oh, fuuuck,” Kristen whispered, as the tempo and force picked up, and there was only a desperate need and desire on both of their parts to connect and release.

Kristen could feel her body beginning to lose control to the moment. Her clitoris was stimulated and her vagina began to clench at Simon’s cock. Kristen felt her body beginning to shake, her vagina clenching uncontrollably, just as Simon slammed himself into her and held her firmly as he ejaculated his seed into her.

“Yesssss. . . oh God,” Kristen moaned, as her pussy spasmed around Simon’s massive cock which he kept firmly and steadily inside of her as she came. Her body shook, but she and Simon locked eyes and he smiled as he watched her orgasm rip through her and she gave herself permission to enjoy it.

***

Kristen tried to memorize the sensation of being filled so completely, of cumming almost simultaneously with Simon, of knowing his warm seed was now deep within her.

Simon held her firmly until her body stopped shaking and the second earthquake had passed.

The scent of sex filled the air, assumably her arousal and juices.

“That one was even more intense than my first. You’re amazing,” Kristen murmured, flexing her hips, so she could enjoy the last moments of his firm cock inside of her.

Kristen moaned with pleasure, soaking in the experience.

“Can we stay together for a little while? I know the pamphlets warned that you wouldn’t always be able to provide the ‘afterglow’ experience that allows for a pleasurable release of bonding hormones, but perhaps we can do that this time. I purposely made my bed comfortable so that you’d want to stay here for a bit.”

 

[saedo]

“Can we stay together for a little while? I know the pamphlets warned that you wouldn’t always be able to provide the ‘afterglow’ experience which allows for a pleasurable release of bonding hormones, but perhaps we can do that this time. I purposely made my bed comfortable so that you’d want to stay here for a bit.”

Simon nodded. "While a few of my patients prefer to end these sessions swiftly after completion, most find it awkward to 'kick me out of bed', so to speak. If you prefer I go, you have but to ask. But if you prefer I stay, I am equally amenable."

Simon rolled the two of them on their side. As his erection faded, he helped her remove his softened cock from inside her. Having deposited a sizable quantity of sperm inside her, neither wanted to see a significant portion spill out if he exited her too quickly.

Simon settled in behind Kristen, spooning her naked body against his. "Just rest now," he advised. "You can do nothing else to improve your chances of conception for the moment. Just rest."

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen sighed, squeezed her vaginal muscles together, and then followed Simon’s direction to relax herself. She knew if she laughed or coughed or moved upright his seed would spill out of her. It just felt instinctual to be still.

“Ok, ok, I’ll rest,” Kristen acquiesced, as she let her body fall limp against Simon’s. “That was a bit intense.”

 

[saedo]

Simon lay quietly behind Kristen as her breathing slowed. His position afforded him a view of her neck, so he could see the subtle pulsing of an artery close to the surface gradually diminish to a resting state. In a short while, sleep claimed her.

Ordinarily, he would have taken this opportunity to make his departure. Staying over generally overstepped his bounds with the patient. He did not wish to confuse her into thinking his role extended beyond sperm donor.

Still, the first encounter was by its very nature both physically and emotionally stressful for the patient. While he had no reason to doubt Kristen's ability to recover on either score, that was not quite the same as being certain that she would. As her physician, an overabundance of caution rarely proved unwise. He would linger.

Sleep took longer to overcome him. Fond as he was of all naked females, Kristen had proved particularly stimulating. Even her scent - a mixture of her choices in shampoo and body lotion, the slight tang of her sweat, and the musk of her recent arousal - was enough to make his libido take notice. But waking his patient in order to further satiate his own sexual desires would serve only his needs, not hers. So he waited quietly in the darkness till he at last nodded off.

~~~~~~
Morning light peeked out from the edges of her bedroom curtains when he awoke. Kristen still slept soundly beside him. He eased himself out of bed as quietly as he could. The recuperative powers of sleep were not to be denied.

He showered quickly. He smirked again at the scent of her bath products. The floral scent left on his skin was rather uncharacteristically feminine for him. He might have to bring some of his own in future.

Wrapping a towel around his waist, he returned to the bedroom. Time to check on the patient.

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen awoke to the sound of the shower. Yikes, she had fallen asleep on Simon. She had intended to just rest for a bit and then walk him out. But, she had slept deeply. Perhaps Simon knew she would rest well and be exhausted after the full and climactic day.

Kristen quietly slipped to the guest bathroom to brush her teeth and relieve her bladder. As she spread her legs she could feel some of Simon’s warm liquids ooze out of her. She had always loved that feeling. The memory of sex hours after the experience. She tousled her hair and readjusted her blue robe around her waist. She studied her face and hair.

Her hair was wavy and tousled and her eyes were bright. Her breasts felt firm and heavy, more so than yesterday, but she had vowed not to expectorate anything unless Dr. Idris felt it was necessary. Or, if she became too uncomfortable.

Kristen padded back to her bedroom, not wanting to miss Simon if he was preparing to leave. She wondered how frequent their impregnation sessions would occur. . . especially during her fertile time.

 

[saedo]

Simon found Kristen waiting for him when he returned to her bedroom. "My apologies if I woke you," he began. "You seemed quite sound asleep. If you are like most of my patients, an extra hour of sleep would do you good."

Simon removed his towel and stood before her. He smiled slightly as her eyes swept appreciatively over his nudity. He knew quite well that he was a handsome man, but he rarely tired of having a beautiful woman confirm it.

"I have some other commitments today, but I have time this morning for a quick session if you would like. Since your fertility window is just an estimate, I would recommend we have sex at least once more in the next 48 hours. That will maximize the chance of fertilization."

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen was amazed at Dr. Idris’s complete lack of modesty and directness. And yet, given his professional training and good looks, why wouldn’t he be sexually confident?

“Of course, I’m not going to turn down that offer. Getting pregnant is my highest priority and . . .well, I think now is a very convenient time,” Kristen said as she nuzzled her body into Simon’s naked form. Her robe was still on, but she liked feeling the strength of his body against hers.

She nuzzled her face behind his ear, inhaling his clean, familiar scent before depositing a soft kiss on his neck. She had to stand on her tiptoes, and she could feel Simon’s hands on the curve of her hips and bum over the satiny robe. Her body began to tingle with nervous excitement and new sexual feelings.

 

[saedo]

Simon wasted no time in pressing his interest. He put his hands on her upper arms and pushed her gently back. "Sit," he instructed, guiding her down to the edge of the bed.

He knelt down on the floor in front of her and gently separated her thighs. A gentle tug on the sash of her robe parted the smooth fabric. He smiled in delight at the delicate flesh of her vagina came into view.

He licked his right index finger ostentatiously before drawing it around her labia. The pink flesh warmed under his gentle pressure. He teased his way around the outline of her inner lips, circling his way towards her entrance.

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen bit her lip and put a hand on Simon’s shoulder to steady herself. Normally, the texture of the bedding wouldn’t phase her, but due to the waxing, she felt everything more intensely. She moaned softly, remembering how he had teased her at the restaurant. Somehow the lascivious gesture of licking his finger, and then focusing directly on her vagina, wasting no time at all, made what they were doing even kinkier in her mind.

Kristen scooted back on the bed and reclined. She allowed her legs to part more fully, and gave herself over to Dr. Idris.

 

[saedo]

Simon teased Kristen's exterior till the first glint of moisture peeked out from her pink tunnel. Pleased with this development, he slipped his index finger just inside.

Her interior was assuredly damp. His single finger slid easily along the tender surface. He pushed gently till he was inside her to the last knuckle.

Simon stroked her from the inside till her responses escalated from gentle sighs to true moans. Her verbal delight inspired his arousal. He watched with amusement as her eyes tracked his member as it swelled and stiffened, extending further over her reclined form.

"I think you're ready," he announced. "And I definitely am," he continued, nodding to his thick erection. He withdrew his finger and licked her juices from it. "Mmmm."

Simon used both hands to position his girth between her thighs. "Relax," he advised as his cock brushed her nether lips. He leaned slowly forward, pushing into her depths.

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen bent her arms above her head and held tightly to her right wrist. She had never wanted to be tied down, but now she understood why some women might crave that feeling. It felt very exciting to not be in control. To let go and trust. To be devoured. To wonder if you would come so hard that your body you’d want to feel bound just to know your energy was contained somewhere.

In short order, she had displayed her perfectly waxed pussy for Dr. Idris, had mentally told herself to relax and given herself permission to enjoy the encounter. Simon was clearly trying to arouse her body to self-lubricate. She had never been a moaner, but he was a doctor, and since they didn’t have a deep emotional connection, she felt . . . well, it was natural. How else would he know how she was feeling? Besides, it felt good to release her pent up sexual energy. She had been very horny, but had purposely not touched herself. On some level, she only wanted Dr. Idris to fulfill her for as long as physically possible.

Kristen exhaled and groaned with a mix of pleasure and pain as Simon carefully entered her. Her vaginal walls were lubricated but tight. God, she had never been with someone so well endowed. His penis filled every inch of her.

She gasped as he soon eased all the way into her and bumped against her cervix.

“I’m sorry, I know you warned me, but I’m still getting used to you. . . to your size. I’m always a little ‘tight’ at first. I’ll relax, don’t worry,” Kristen said, shamefully. She knew by his massive erection and declaration that he was ready to release his seed within her. And she needed to focus on receiving it.

Kristen hugged her arms tighter for a moment and flexed her hips up to meet Simon’s groin. His toned form was a beautiful sight and she was pleased that she’d be able to watch him explode inside of her once again.

 

[saedo]

Kristen's reaction suggested he might have rushed the foreplay. His need was strong, so perhaps he had.

Or perhaps that was always her expression when feeling a man enter her. Every woman was different, with their own quirks. In time, he'd learn Kristen's. For now, he just had to restrain himself.

Simon kept his strokes slow, but long. He'd have preferred to something more aggressive, but his cock was long enough to bump against her cervix at the end. Whether Kristen enjoyed a bit of forceful impact, he didn't judge it wise to risk bruising the tissue. The goal today was to pass his sperm through that barrier and hopefully encounter her egg on the other side. Keeping the patient comfortable was key this weekend.

The long strokes at least provided plenty of stimulation. Kristen's pussy felt delightful as his his girth plunged into her. He could almost make out the distension in her lower abdomen as his swollen shaft slid inside her. In and out, in and out, in and out.

"Getting closer," he cautioned after a time. "Another minute and I'll be ready. Do I need to slow down or are you ready, Kristen?"

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen’s body soon accommodated Simon’s girth as he slowly thrusted in and out of her, allowing her vaginal walls to stretch until there was only pleasure. Her juices were flowing freely out of her. Within a few minutes, she was moaning with desire, with need, with an urgency to orgasm and receive his seed. The more sex she seemed to have, the more she craved it.

Kristen dropped her hands to cup and hold her full breasts. She brushed her fingertip over her nipple for additional titillation.

“No, please, don’t slow down. Give it to me faster, please. I’m ready,” Kristen said, in between desperate pants.

Her pussy was already beginning to clench and she knew she’d likely peak in timing with Simon’s ejaculation.

 

[saedo]

Simon would have taken any symbol of assent at this point. His potency had only been partially tapped the night before, so he was raring to go the morning after.

Despite her encouragement, he only increased his pace slightly. He would test Kristen's tolerance for vigorous sex at a later time. This weekend was about conception.

The familiar tingling set in as his libido surged. "Yes. . . yes. . . yes!" Simon grunted as he made the last of his deep thrusts. His cock swelled, stretching her still further, then exploded inside her pussy. Thick jets of his seed basted her interior. Between his cock and the copious mix of their fluids, she was stuffed like a sausage.

As the afterglow of climax settled in and his cock softened, Simon backed out of her. "No, don't get up. I need to go, but you should relax."

Simon dressed as he talked. He did have another appointment to go to, so he didn't have time for another shower. Besides, this particular client would likely find the smell of sex on him to be appealing.

"Just go about your weekend as normal," he advised. "On Monday, call Debra and we'll schedule you for an appointment in two weeks. The tests might be able to detect your pregnancy sooner, but the risk of a false reading is still pretty high that soon after conception. By two weeks, we'll know definitively whether we need to plan for another conception attempt or for your prenatal care."

Now fully dressed, Simon leaned down and kissed Kristen softly. "Just think: you might be a mother," he whispered. He gave her a quick smile, then departed.

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen felt like she was in a happy daze all weekend. After their morning session, she had fallen back to sleep for a few hours. She had wanted Simon’s seed and scent on her for as long as possible, so she purposely didn’t shower until Sunday.

Sunday had been full of activity—workouts, yoga, brunch, shopping, errands. At night, Kristen found herself fantasizing about being pregnant, about the whole experience on Friday. . .their dinner, the shower, his patience with her during her first time. And then he had filled her to the brim with his warm seed the following morning. She had surprised herself by orgasming as he had helps her hips tightly to his groin as he exploded his seed against her cervix. If this was truly her fertile time, it would be hard not to believe that she was likely pregnant from their encounters.

Kristen waited until 10:00 to call Debra.

“Hi, Debra, this is Kristen Reynolds. Dr. Idris asked me to call you to schedule my follow up appointment in two weeks. Yes, don’t worry, I don’t have any expectations. I know it can take a few months under the best of circumstances. Yes, I’m keeping busy and doing my best not to think about this pregnancy business too much. It’s just a lot of things are on hold in my personal life until I conceive and deliver. That’s all.”

Kristen held the line as Debra checked for an opening.

 

[saedo]

"Oh fuck. . . ." Despite the simplicity of the word, Emma's moan managed to add about half a dozen syllables.

Simon grinned with pride at the bedraggled form in the chaotic array of bedsheets. It'd taken the better part of two hours to wear her out this time, but he'd managed it yet again. He pulled on his pants and shoes while she recovered her senses.

"Oh fuck. . . . " Emma was particularly fond of the phrase when expressing her sexual state. Despite the limited vocabulary, she added considerable variation in meaning with multiple inflections: from the short staccato cries as her arousal neared climax to the drawn-out groans of post-orgasmic bliss.

One eye poked through the chocolate curls. "Dr. Idris, that was amazing," she gasped. "I swear your cock must be a lethal weapon." She giggled like a girl half her age. "Is that what you did to the first one? Did you come over here after fucking her to death?"

Simon offered a silent, enigmatic grin as a reply. Ordinarily, he said absolutely nothing about his activities with other patients; however, he made the slightest of exceptions with Emma. Quite by accident, he'd discovered that she found it immensely arousing to have sex with him shortly after he'd had sex with another woman. He consequently made sure Emma knew he'd been with someone else before each of their sessions, but never anything more. The mystery of the "other woman" only intensified the fantasy for her.

"You heartless brute, " she pouted. "Using me, then tossing me aside for your next conquest. Always so cruel." She paused, waiting for a response that she knew would never come. At last, she inquired. "When can I see you again?"

Simon buttoned his shirt. "I'll let you know," he replied. He turned and walked away. This too was part of her fantasy and he did strive to give his patients what they needed.

~~~~~
[Two weeks later]

"Oh, Ms. Reynolds," chirped Debra, "So good to see you again. You are looking wonderful today!" The cheery nurse led the taller blonde into an exam room, her brilliant smile beaming.

"We'll just run a few quick to wellness checks to see how you're doing, then I will do a blood draw for the pregnancy test. Dr. Idris finds the blood test to be more accurate than the urine," she explained.

"I can see that your breasts are developing still," she continued, nodding to Kristen's curves. "Dr. Idris' new formula is really quite something, isn't it? He's even attracted some interest from a pharmaceutical company. You know, I'm tempted to try it myself just to see."

Debra took the usual battery of measurements before giving Kristen a nearly painless jab with a needle. "Now just to remind you, it doesn't necessarily mean anything is wrong if you are not pregnant this time around," she explained as she watched Kristen's blood fill the vial. "Even perfectly fertile couples can require two or three cycles before one takes. Okay, all done."

Debra pressed a sterile pad against Kristen's arm and wrapped it snugly with gauze. "Still, I've got a good feeling about your chances. Whom do you plan to tell first if you are pregnant?"

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen grinned at the enthusiastic nurse. It was comforting to have a confidante in this process.

“Thank you,” Kristen said, looking down at her form in a nude camisole, black V-neck sweater, and flared jeans. A camisole was necessary now, or she’d be revealing much more cleavage than was appropriate.

“I’ve been trying to exercise more consistently to stay in shape, but my breasts are definitely growing. I am at least a size larger and wearing my new bras. Despite the exercise, I think I’ve put on some weight all-around. My jeans feel snug, you know? I don’t know about fertility, but Dr. Idris’s formula definitely works for breast expansion.”

Kristen was too embarrassed to reveal that the formula also increased her libido, caused a sensation of breast fullness, a desire to have her breasts expressed, and a general sense of well-being. Her skin glowed. She had received numerous compliments from friends that she looked vibrant and healthier. She’d had to turn down several offers of male companionship.

“Well, if I’m pregnant, I’ll probably tell my friend Cheryl first. She’s the one who networked to help me find Dr. Idris in the first place. I’ll probably only tell Cheryl when I’m three months along. Your job must be very gratifying. Dr. Idris is. . . very good at his work,” Kristen said, with a smile, recalling her last orgasmic bliss and the way he had teased her at the restaurant

 

[saedo]

Debra blushed at the intimation. "I-I couldn't say from personal experience, ma'am." Her nipples hardened as her mind's eye pondered the possibilities. Oh, perhaps one day. . . if she ever had the courage?

The raven-haired nurse shook her head to clear away the fantasy. "But all of his patients certainly seem to agree with you about Dr. Idris. They always have such. . . interesting stories."

She bobbed her head. "Just wait a few minutes while I go run the tests."Debra slipped out of the exam room, closing the door behind her.

Several minutes later, the door opened to admit Debra again, this time with Dr. Idris in tow. Idris smiled in greeting as he held a printed sheet of paper.

"I have your test results," he began. "Congratulations. Your levels indicate you are indeed pregnant."

"Ooh, congratulations, Ms. Reynolds!" Debra declared, clapping her hands together with hummingbird speed. "You must be so happy! Oh, I bet you can't wait to tell your friend Cheryl the happy news."

Dr. Idris tilted his head and grinned. "Yes, that is a good idea. Happy tidings should always be shared, in may opinion." He glanced towards his nurse. "In the meantime, Debra, why don't you gather up the materials for her prenatal care packet?"

Her dark hair bobbed. "Yes, doctor," she said before slipping out the door.

Idris stepped closer to Kristen and hooked his index fingers in the waistline of her jeans. "I have some other matters to attend to while you make your call." His hands thumbed open the button and unzipped her fly.

Idris stepped close enough for his white lab coat to brush against her sweater-encased bosom. His hands slipped along her hips as he pushed the denim down to mid-thigh. "Get out your phone."

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen was still in shock at the news when a shiver of fear came over her as Dr. Idris quickly took control of her as soon as Debra had slipped out the door. Within seconds, her jeans had been peeled down and he was insisting that she remove her phone.

Kristen knew that there were a million ways that he could humiliate her, but surely he would not have a successful practice if anything was completely sinister. She had to take a few deep breaths to quiet her wanton mind of what Dr. Idris would want her to do with her phone.

Despite her fear, Kristen removed her phone and placed it on the exam table next to her. He had leaned close enough to her so that she could smell his fresh scent, and she did her best to focus on what had drawn her to him in the first place.

She was on his turf now; he had planted his seed in her, and now she had to learn to be a cooperative patient.

“Wow, this is happening so fast,” Kristen whispered. “I just can’t believe it. I’m pregnant,” Kristen repeated, giving herself a moment to acclimate to the idea. “We know exactly when it happened.”

Kristen bit her lip and then decided to be brave. She licked her lips and lifted her gaze to meet Dr. Idris’s as if she was ready for what was to come next.

“Wait. . .did you want me to call Cheryl now? At this very second?” Kristen asked, haltingly.

 

[saedo]

"No," Simon murmured, his face mere inches from hers as his hands cupped her buttocks. "Not just this second."

His thumbs slipped beneath her panties. Staring her directly, he slowly and purposefully slid the silk down to mid-thigh. Was that a slight shiver as the cool office air wafted against her bare sex?

Smirking, he knelt before her. With the high exam table behind her, his frame blocked any easy means of egress. He placed his left hand on her lower abdomen, slipping his fingers underneath her sweater.
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Calmly, his smiling lips parted as bent towards her tender sex. Without warning, his tongue licked her pussy. His left hand braced her lower body against the exam table as the broad swath lapped her clit.

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen was left standing, her legs barely parted, but that didn’t stop Dr. Idris. After a penetrating, mischievous smile, he knelt and held her firmly against his exam table. In an instant, his warm tongue made firm, lapping movements against her clitoris that was hidden between vaginal lips. Still, he knew exactly where he was going and what he was doing.

Kristen’s under-sexed, over-sensitized body reacted immediately and she was grateful that Dr. Idris had braced her. She felt woozy with the sexual desire that he was activating.

Kristen tried to part her legs, but her clothing trapped them. She feared that her soft moans would become louder and that other patients would hear her. Or, that Debra would enter without knocking first and find her in a state of sexual rapture.

Kristen’s body shuddered with need. She could feel her vaginal fluids beginning to ooze and reflexively, she felt her breasts becoming larger and firmer and were leaking a bit, too.

“Oh God, Simon. . . I mean, Dr. Idris. . . I can hardly stand this. . . and I don’t want to moan too loudly or even scream in your office, but I’m not sure I can restrain myself. These hormonal changes are intense."

Despite her declaration, Kristen released soft, aching moans and groans of pleasure and need.

“Mmmm, yes. . . you really know what you’re doing, don’t you? Oh God. . .,” Kristen groaned, desperate for more, but nervous about Debra.

“Please. . . Debra will be back any minute. I. . . I can’t let myself get carried away. . .”

Kristen could feel her vagina slowly clenching, regardless.