*continues*
Dr.
Penniton looked at me
and with a gruff bark,
"We need a to draw a
little blood now, just
stay there." He walks
out. I lay there my eyes
closed. I hate it when
they draw blood form
my veins. My eyes
closed I dose off a
moment, and in what
seems a moment. I
hear a soft voice say,
"You Ok." I open my
eyes and there you are
again. Standing over me,
smiling in my eyes. You
turn away and press
the needle into a vial
and fill the sample tube
with my blood and turn
back do to me. "That
mustn’t have hurt," you
smile. "You didn’t even
wake up till I spoke."
Well, not your mind
anway." And suddenly I
feel your hand rest on
my hard prick, that has
been standing stiff in
my surgical gown the
whole time, quite erect,
quite visible under the
thin cotton cloth.
"Relax," you say closing
my eyes with your long
shapely fingers. I feel
the cloth of the gown
raised by your hands
and then your fingers
wrapping my cock,
slowly stroking it up
and down, the soft skin
of your palms running
up and down the
thinness of the under
skin of my shaft. You
hold your hand straight
out and press down on
my hardness, and run
the stiff surface of
your palm up and down
the flesh. You relax your
hand and run my rod
between your finger
tips, running your
fingers under my up
pointing flesh, touching
the head softly with
light presses of
fingertips, your mouth a
fraction of an inch from
me you blow soft
streams of hot breath
against the skin of my
hard place. Then your
take me between two
fingers and touch your
lips to the head of my
cock, and just hold
them there, lightly
lipping at the soft
spongy head, pressing
your tongue at the slit
there. Then in a long
sudden stroke you lick
up and down my shaft,
then down again,
around the balls then up
the hardness and a
single stroke fill your
mouth with me, now so
hard and thick as I have
ever been. In long slow
strokes that make
sucking sounds, you
suck me in and out of
your mouth softly and
then harder and with
more feeling and deep
presses of lips on hard
shaft. Till you feel the
throbs, my prick being
to give up a load of cum.
You hold your lips parted
your tongue slightly out
as I open my eyes while
my cock opens its
warm semen for you.
You lap at the head as
strings of cum hang
from your tongue and
lips to my prick. You lick
it up softly and carefully
till only a touch of a
towel dries me as I fall
into a sleep. I wake in
the morning in by bed
unclear how I got here
and Ralph but somehow
I feel Ralph’s fingers
prints on my legs and
arms. He arrives again
soon with his
wheelchair from hell. He
wheels me to the cat
scan room where I am
stripped and lain on a
table and my prone
body long and stiff in is
slowly passed through
a circling emanation of
vibrating waves filling
me with probings that
are recorded by you in a
booth far away. You
watch the curves of my
flesh and the pulsing of
my blood and the
surging of the juices in
me on the flickering
screen as you press you
hand between your legs
and find your hips
pressing your cunt
against your finger wet
now entering you and
drawing in and out of
your pussy, that drips
wetness down your
legs under your skirt.
You press a towel there
to keep the wetness
for staining your
clothes. My body
emerges from the
testing device as your
head lays back and a
moan of complete
passing through
touches out of your
vocal chords, in tune
with the writhing moan
deep within the warm
movement inside your
clitoris. My eyes open
there on the table as I
rise up, and relax on the
bed, slide over and back
into my chair. Later,
after skin samples,
saliva tests, eye
probes, hands testing
the beating of my
heart, eyes carefully
examining the pores of
my neck, fingers
touching the softness
of the lobes of my ears,
drips applied to the
folds of my skin, long
silvery pieces of metal
forced deep inside the
edges of my epidermis,
and hot pads pressed
to my flesh an inch
from pain, all carefully
noticed by your eyes
from video feeds, or
felt by your fingers as
they apply the media to
my bones, or tasted by
your tongue as the you
lift the glass slide to
taste, or heard by your
ears as the heat of my
breath touches you
leaning down to remove
a sealing tape, or smelt
by your nostrils and
your carefully lifted a
gauze from my private
parts. The night was
deep then, as you
entered, my eyes open
my mind awake, my
senses all alive and rich
in the experiences of
the day. I feel you kneel
over me and reach
behind me and undo the
knots on the ribbons
behind my surgical
dress, the top the
middle and the bottom
again bringing your
breasts to my chest.
This time the gown is
removed and tossed
aside. You reach up and
toss the white nurses
cap aside, remove the
few pins in your hair
that falls to your
shoulders. You kneel up
over my naked body,
probed and tested and
poked so often during
the day, and your look in
my eyes, unbuttoning
your white blouse one
button at a time, slowly
your top opend till it is
pulled off and thrown
beside the bed. You
reach behind, your
breasts jutting out then
revealed suddenly in the
subdued light as the bra
is tossed aside. You
reach behind soon the
skirt is gone and your
panties too, you
kneeling over me with
only your white
stockings held up by a
white garter belt. One
more shot, you say. You
swab my arm with a
cotton and quickly press
a needle into my artery
and press the plunger
down. This time it
hurts, hurts very much.
And you pull it out
letting blood bead out
just a bit. "Open up." You
order and I open my
mouth a bit and you
squeeze the last of the
liquid on my tongue.
Testosterone is what I
taste. You lean down
and lick the bead of
blood from my arm, and
I see it go into your
mouth and your throat
maked a swallowing
motion. My cock already
erect feels like a piece
of steak ready to be
broiled and feels
thickening as the
hormone coats my
throat. You take one
hand and hold my prick
up and gently rest on it
with your pussy, your
head held back, your
mouth open, your finger
moving in and out of
the open cavity of your
mouth, as you slowly
rock up and down on
my swelling manhood.
You take both hands
and hold my hips and
run the tightness of
your loving pussy up
and down my
screaming prick, in rolls
of laughing delight, the
muscles of your back
feel the massage of my
shaft deep in your
recesses. The egress
and ingress of the
heated flaming hard
penis, feels your body in
a way that makes your
sides tingle at the
rubbing of skin to inner
skin. It makes you rock
your hips from side to
side so all of the
recesses inside your
enjoy the feeling of the
widening cock there.
You start bucking on me
in uncontrolled rhythm.
You start moaning in
large waves that come
from deep inside. You
start shaking all over in
the music of the
orgasms that rock your
being. You start digging
your fingers in me flesh
as you fall on me and I
roll you over. On top of
you now, I fuck the
cock now even thicker
than ever in your cunt
with animal fury born of
desperation, of
hormones, of year end
desire, of great
affection and interest in
this woman of flame,
of desire, of care and
attention. My hips ram
at yours, the deep
strokes feelingly in the
back of your throat, the
sliding of my skin
against the wall of your
cunt emanating out to
your hips glowing your
skin, the press of my
body, spreading your
legs, sending icy chills of
hot pleasure through
your thighs. The
pressing of my mouth
on yours, tingling the
back of your neck
causing your to wrap
me in your arms and we
lay, body on body, body
in body, mouth on
mouth, tongue against
tongue, chest presses
to chest as we climax
together. The throes of
love fill the pores of
skin inside you. My heart
racing well with yours in
a beat of music. The
innards of each of us in
tune with the waves of
pleasure, the wall of
your cunt thrill into my
stabbing cock the mash
of my body against
yours sending a
tsunami gushing hot
flashes of lightening up
your spine, spinning
around your stomach,
thrilling up you clitoris,
shacking your head,
clutching your hands,
curling your toes, rolling
your eyes back. My cum
flows, not in waves but
in sprays of wetting
filling masses in you.
You can feel the pools
of semen pounding up
inside of you and sinking
in, deep in your cavities.
You feel another
massive jerk of orgasm
in your pussy, coating
the walls, dripping out,
you feel a lasting
gyrating stream
emerge from my balls
to gush inside your body
as I collapse beside you.
You hold me carefully
and reach down holding
my diminishing prick.
Circling it with your hand
your jerk me a bitand
feel a last wad drip out.
On your thumb. You
bring it to your face and
let it slowly drip down
into your mouth. You
lean over and kiss me
so I can taste it and
feel you swallow. Drift,
drift d…r…i…f ….t The
morning has Ralph toss
my clothes on my bed.
"Get Dressed," he
orders and I do. I walk
to the front desk and
the red faced woman
says, "Sign here." My
company letterhead is
evident as I sign the
form. "We are finished
with you," the large
breasted woman barks.
I walk to the door and
exit. And there you are.
Standing there in civies.
Looking quite cute in
your boots, fancy
stockings, just above
the knee skirt and
waist long winter coat.
"Hi," I say. You say
nothing, just start
walking toward a car,
your car. I follow.
THE END
