This Is Part 3. Part 1 Is Here, Part 2 Is Here.

This is part 3. Part 1 is here, part 2 is here.

THE EXAMINATION RESULTS

I'm surprised that I was given an appointment so late. I had to rush from cheerleading practice after school in order to make it. I would have thought that the office would be closed by now. No matter, I made it and hey, it's another opportunity to see that luscious Dr. Simpson again. I thought I remembered Lauren saying that exam and test results were called in. Maybe since I have to come in, the results are not so good?

“Yes, I'm sure, Nurse Adams, its a simple results follow up. I can handle it on my own. You can still make it to your grandaughter's recital.”

His deep voice , though muffled by the door to the hallway, was like a warm, soothing blanket, wrapping around my apprehension and melting it away into the memories of that last exam. Even as I swing the stirrups out of the way, I can feel the wetness surge in my...oh, wait, I already took off my panties. All the better. He needs to see how excited I am to see him again.

He pushed through the door with a brief greetings and headed straight to the computer to pull up my records. Nothing seemed unusual excet for., were those small beads of perspiration on his brow? As always, this exam room felt only a few degrees above freezing, for my taste.

“Well, Blair, everything came back normal from your lab work. But before I can prescribe your requested birth control, I need to do a vaginal/pelvic flexibility test.”

“That sounds scary? It's not like I want to have kids, that is why I want the pills,” as visions of more of those ice-cold speculums interrupting my sensual fantasies.

“Relax, close your eyes, I promise it won't be painful and will be over in a moment.”

His words rolled over me like a wave, but his was his gentle touch on my inner thighs that brought the most comfort. I chanced a glance to confirm what I was feeling. Yes, he was not wearing the usual exam gloves. The touch of his bare hands gave a greater mental image of their size than the gloved ones.

Despite the roughness of his physique, the skin was smooth and tender as it slid up and down on my inner thigh. I felt my pussy clench as he spread my lips and entered with two of those massive fingers. I choked by the moan that treatened to fill the room as they swirled within me, stretching me, probing in a way the previous exam had not. My whole lower half tensed as his thumb reached up and circled my clit. This was part of the exam? I didn't care if it was or not. I was being swept away by the senations zipping through my whole body. My skin felt on fire. My breath was coming in ragged gasps. I didn't hear the metal susurration of his zipper lowering.

The sudden emptiness of my pussy was immediately replaced by the press of something much larger than his fingers. My eyes sprang open in what must have seemed like panic, eliciting an apology from him. “I'm sorry...I couldn't...”

I didn't hear what he was going to say, muting that response with my finger to his lips. They were soft and inviting, but I ignored that as my hand drifted from there to grasp his cock hovering just beyond my slick glazed slit. Using the experience of those brief moments with my boyfriend, I guided his tip between my lips. We both moaned aloud as his hips thrust forward, sending him plunging into me wetly and smoothly.

The next minutes are lost in a blur to me, visually blinded, yet consumed with the sensations of a blind person sensitive with Braille. Touches, panting, plunges, tensing, clutching, ending in spasms of release unlike anything I had ever felt before.

Yes, I don't think I'll be denied those birth control now.

Why does this sound so familiar?

i have so many hobbies and interests but each day the four horsemen (instant gratification, shortened attention span, procrastination, exhaustion) grab me by the throat and shake me until i collapse in my comfy bed

Lunch Break

If I had an old fashion phone, I would slam the receiver down on the cradle! Most days work goes smoothly, with few hiccups, but today, it seemed that every client woke up on the wrong side of the bed. My eyes shift constantly to the corner of my laptop screen, urging the clock to advance to lunchtime, but it persistently and stubbornly ticks off the minutes as though it were trapped at the event horizon of a black hole, forgetting what time is all about. Finally, I am near enough to the time that Ican divert further calls to another manager, and quickly do so, and log off.

I throw my chair into lounge mode and lean back, rubbing my brows, hoping to relieve some ofthe pent-up tension the morning has birthed. Even working from home has not been a relief today. So distracted am I that I don't hear you enter the room. You sense my tension immediately. Without a word, you circle my desk and position yourself behind my chair. My first awareness that you are here is the firm pressure of your fingers on my shoulder. I am not even startled, just enjoying the massage that scatters my knotted muscles like a fox in the hen house. My breathing calms, my pulse slows, and I don't even have to open my eyes as your gentle presence restores my energy and sedates my frazzled nerves. That is, until I hear you leave that post and take up another...straddling my thigh.

My eyes spring open and I'm greeted by your knowing smile, “Rough morning, huh?”

“Yeah, sorry I let it seep into our time here at home. I try to insulate you from the issues of work.”

“Ha,” you respond, “who you are at work is as much a part of you as who you are with me at home.” You lean down, your hand lightly caressing my cheek as you plant a tender kiss on my cheek and then my lips. “Haven't you learned yet? I love all of you, just as you are.”

A smile cracks my weary visage, and my mask of frustrations melts into a peaceful sense of tranquility. “You always work your magic on me. You can transform the worst of days into something good.”

“Oh, Lover,” you say with a wry smile, “I have just begun to work my magic.”

With that, you join your lips to mine. What before was a tender peck of reassurance morphs into a heated flame of desire. Lips press hard against mine, nibbling at my lower lip, forcing my lips apart as your hand slides over my chest in a firm, but seeking touch. Your fingertips outline the muscles beneath my shirt before flattening your palm on my ribcage. It's suddenly hard to focus on what your hand is doing next because of the intensity of your kiss. That focus shifts quickly as I feel your working on my zipper. Your hand slips inside my boxers and I am free from the bondage of my closure easier than I can free myself.

Your fingers close on my already hard cock. I don't know if it had grown from your touch or the kissing, but your fingers form the perfect pressured enclosure, following the contours of my length as you slowly but firmly begin stroking me. My mind goes temporarily blank as I am amazed how you can duplicate the feel of being inside you from just the grip of your hand. I recover my sensibility as my palm engulfs your breast, only a sheer top separating me from it. Your nipple grows hard under my touch as I circle your soft, but firm breast. I realize that I am panting as I unbutton your top and slip it off your shoulders. I have to try to ignore the growing pleasure inside your grip, knowing that I will surely cum way before I want if I paid too much attention, but you are hard to ignore.

To my relief, you release my cock just as it began to throb and assisted me in fumbling with your snap on our shorts. Together, we lower your zipper and you stand, backing off my thigh just long enough to push them and your panties down over your hips. They drop unceremoniously to the level of your ankle and kick them aside, not bothering to bend and remove them. You wait only long enough for me to pull my shirt over my head before resuming your place on my thigh.

The instant your soft center hit my thigh, the warmth and wetness brought a deep sigh from both of us. I grip your thigh so firmly, that I leave an impression of my fingers as I guide to closer to me. The motion of you sliding along my thigh causes your pussy lips to part. You press down harder, loving the feel of your clit on my bare thigh. You kiss me again briefly before leaning back. You place one hand on my thigh behind you and the other on my other thigh. I now have a perfect view of your boobs and how they sway as you begin to grind on my thigh. Grabbing the cheeks of your ass, I pull you close and lock my lips on one of your nipples. My tongue circles it, flicks it back and forth before sucking it fully into my mouth. My tongue continues to work it from underneath as I suck hard, sending shivers through you to your clit. You glide gracefully over the length of my thigh, prompted my grip on your cheeks. You lean into my mouth and I can hear you panting as you rapidly approach orgasm.

Suddenly my leg is caught in a vise-like grip as tremors lock your thighs around mine. I can feel the convulsions of your cumming, forcing your juices onto my skin. You gasp and whimper something unintelligible into my ear. When I regain my focus, I can only make out one word, “More...”

I lift you onto wobbly legs and stand momentarily and push my pants and boxer to my knees. You are too impatient to wait for them to hit the floor. You spin and reach between your legs, grab my cock and situate it at your entrance and slide down on it. Your pussy is warm and wet, slick from your cum, and eager to be filled. The tip enters you and sensing the trajectory that you want, you slam down onto my lap, driving me deep inside.

“Fuck!” escapes through gritted teeth as your soft ass settles onto my lap. You take every inch of me inside in a single motion. Before beginning a pumping motion, propelled by your feet braced on the floor, you lean back, grab on my hands and guide it under your crop top. Your fingers interlace with mine and together we massage your swelling nipples, clasping hard your boob to your chest. With your hand on mine, we make small, tight circles, compressing your boob as though to squeeze every bit of pleasure from it. With that established, you push off on your feet and lift your hips from my lap, simultaneously clenching your pussy, making it grip my dick as your rise off me. When you feel the tip of my dick at your entrance again, you forcefully slam back onto my lap. The pleasure of your cheeks bouncing on my lap and the depth of my inside you makes me quiver with ecstasy.

My free hand that is not on your boob slips between your thighs, cups your pussy with my palm. Your free hand joins mine our fingertips starts a dance of rubbing and flicking your tender clit. You lean your head to the side and I take the hint and begin licking and sucking it. When my teeth rake across the base of your neck, it is too much for you and you clench around my cock. That is too much for my and I feel my dick spurt deep inside your as you cum again, your mouth agape, then scrunching into a mask of intimate pleasure.

Your trembling stops and I sense you relaxing, content. But I'm not. “Whoa, there! You can't cum twice and leave me like this.” You don't resist as I push you forward off my lap. Assisting you to the floor, I push your face down so that your ass is propped into the air on your knees. “My turn,”I nearly growl as I drop to my knees behind you. Spreading your cheeks with a strong grip, I pause a moment to admire the beauty of your body, lift my revived dick to your entrance, and thrust hard into you. Maintaining my grasp of your cheeks, I pull you repeatedly on my dick, loving how you make it glisten with your juices, a creamy pool of your honey gathering at the base.

I have no idea how long I lasted like this. My mind was awash with sensations and memories and expectations that left me in a fog. I could only think how good it was to be fucking you this way, how melodic your moans and gasps, and how I wished time would stand still to enjoy this moment longer. But as tired as you are, you are still able to collapse your pussy around my dick rhythmically, threatening to milk it of all its cum.

It is not long until the threat is fulfilled and we fall forward in a tangle of arms and legs and pants and gasps, trying to recover...eager to recover...for more.

The Substitute

Her daddy had barely been gone twenty minutes, yet the scent of his skin and the warmth of his breath on her neck still lingered. Mindlessly, her body responded to the memory. Her hips' gentle swaying on the bed, a memory so strong she would swear she could still feel every strong trust deep into her, robbing her of both breath and senses.

Her hands bunched the covers at her side, her whole body tensing and relaxing as it felt again the stretching by his thick member plunging deep within her. Her legs searched for him who had already gone, but due to the surge of renewed heat in her loins, were relentless in trying to restore him to his vaulted place between her thighs. She wasn't even conscious that they had made contact with the stuffie he had given her, but clamping it between her feet, she drew it along her legs, sighing at the soft, cool fur as it caressed her legs, landing at her center.

Her legs rose and clutched at it, pulling it tight against her aching, throbbing, pussy. Her ankles locked around it, pressing it against her as she remembered having done it with him, pulling him deeper with his every thrust as she used her legs as a fulcrum to heave her hips up to meet him. She remembered the low wet sounds as the stuffie was compressed and released in a rhythm reminiscent of that in which they had been lost only an hour before.

Her panting increased as she longed to have his tongue parting her pussy lips once again. She didn't notice that she had reached down and grabbed the stuffie's paw, dragging it roughly up and down over her now-soaked panties. Suddenly aware of her greater need, she pushed her inanimate companion beside her, pulled her panties to the side and drove her fingers deep into her tight, clenched warmth, releasing a low moan that was music to her own ears.

She didn't hear him return, having forgotten his work folder. It wasn't until he pulled her fingers from her pussy, stuck them into his mouth and sucked them clean that she was drawn from her trance, her eyes popping open.

“Glad I forgot, I'm ready for another round myself,” he whispered to her as his thick, hard shaft filled her once again.

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