Page 18 of Dying for the Doctor

Wanda is still in dreamland, and I tiptoe past the bed towards the bathroom, peeling off my shirt and trousers, underwear and socks. After turning on the shower and running it hot, I steal a last glance at Wanda, then close the bathroom door and step into the shower, glancing down at my heavy half-erect cock that still hasn’t found its release.

“Fuck,” I groan as the steamy jets of hot water pound my chest and run rivers down my abs until my cock and balls aresoaked and dripping. I soap myself up, massaging my shaft until I’m hard all the way, erect like a beast, my cockhead oozing pre-cum as I begin to milk it. “Oh, fuck, I need to explode. So damn hard right now.”

A filthy part of me wants to sneak to the bathroom door, crack it open, look over at my pretty princess curled up beneath the covers. Fuck, I’d come in about three seconds after fisting my cock and feasting my eyes on Wanda’s curves beneath the comforter.

I’m already groaning as I jerk my cock up and down, rub my heavy balls roughly as I feel myself already getting close to a massive ejaculation from the build-up. My eyes begin to roll up in my head, my tongue snaking out of my mouth as I mutter and groan, bring myself closer to the release I so desperately need.

And then suddenly I hear something through the roar of the shower, see something through the mist of the steam.

It’s the bathroom door opening. Wanda probably needs to pee.

“Just a sec!” Quickly I yank the shower-curtain closed, figuring that Wanda’s still all fuzzy-brained and she might freak out seeing me naked and fisting my swollen python of a cock. “Everything all right? You feeling OK, Wanda?”

There’s no response, and for a moment I wonder if it’s someone else. I’m about to stick my head out past the shower curtain and look, but then I hear Wanda’s voice.

“When was the last time you had an orgasm, Doctor Drake?” she asks, her tone cool and clinical, a psychiatrist conducting a therapy session, a professional offering advice. “Because you know that without frequent, regularly scheduled orgasms, the male member of the species is at risk for erratic actions, impulsive urges, dangerous decisions. So if you need some assistance in achieving the desired result, I am a soon-to-be-licensed clinician, and I’m prepared to assist with this importanttask of improving your mental health.” She steps all the way into the bathroom now, and I groan and almost come with enough force to rival the shower jets when I see through the steam that she’s lifting that hospital gown up over her head already, has dropped it to the floor, is walking towards me like a vision of mad beauty, her gaze fixed on my fisted cock like she can’t look away. “If . . . if you want me to help, of course.”

Staring like a dazed idiot, my mouth hangs open at the gorgeous sight of Wanda’s curves shrouded by the steam. I’m totally beside myself, but somehow I find it in me to shake my head, to try and remind her that she’s not in her senses, that she’s still on a drug which might be affecting her judgement.

“I’ve been on enough prescription medication to know when my judgement is impaired and when I’m thinking clearly,” Wanda informs me with that same clinical precision. “And considering you just kidnapped me from the hospital after throwing another doctor out the window, I’d say you’re in no position to judge my decision-making abilities, Doctor Drake.” She smiles now, a trembling smile that reveals she’s nervous but thrilled at my obvious arousal, my throbbing desire, my desperate need. “Speaking of positions,” Wanda whispers as she reaches out her hand and carefully grasps my cock, hesitantly at first, her cheeks blushing red, her throat moving as she swallows, her eyes widening as my painfully erect cock somehow gets harder under her soft touch. “Oh, Drake,” she whispers. “Oh, God, Drake. You’re so fucking hard. Can I . . . is this . . . oh, oh,oh!”

Wanda barely needs to jerk my cock once and I’m already coming, my body lurching and seizing as I slam my palms against the shower walls to stop myself from falling. “Oh, fuck, Wanda. Oh, hell, keep doing that.”

“But I’m not doing anything!” Wanda squeals in open-mouthed delight as my cock explodes in her palm, shooting thickjets of my semen all over her breasts and belly. I’m fucking mortified that I came so fast, but Wanda seems to love it, and she starts to furiously jerk me back and forth, staring at my spurting cock like she’s fascinated. “Oh, Drake, how does that feel? Does it feel good?”

“Fuck, Wanda!” Groaning as my cock pushes out another thick stream of semen, I stagger backwards against the shower wall, my knees buckling from the ferociously intense orgasm that Wanda brought on just from the simplest of touches. “Oh, hell, I need a minute. You just fucking wrecked me.”

My cock slides out of her hand as I sink down to the tiles, the hot water blasting down on me as I slump against the wall and pant up at her, grinning in exhausted delight. Wanda stands naked above me, her face glowing with excited pride.

“Come here, babe.” Reaching up, I grab her by the hips and pull her into me, driving my face into the wet curls of her sex.

“Oh, Drake,” she gasps as my tongue slides into her slick folds while my fingers reach around and grasp her lovely ass, kneading her cheeks hard, smacking them twice, then grabbing hold of those buttocks, spreading them wide and running my fingers along her crack. “Oh, my God, what are you doing, Drake?!”

“That’s Doctor Drake to you,” I growl into her pussy as my soapy thumb circles her rear rim, easing her pucker open and making her squeal as I tongue-fuck her from the front.

Wanda almost collapses, but I hold her up as I penetrate her from both sides, my tongue curled up her cunt, my thumb sliding into her sudsy-clean butthole. She comes almost instantly, all over my face, her wetness pouring down my chin as I hungrily finish her off by driving two fingers into her pussy while licking her clit and keeping my thumb firmly inside her asshole.

We stay locked together for a long moment, then Wanda slides down to the floor and now we’re kissing, our tongues rolling together, desperate kisses like we’re trying to consume one another, own each other, merge into one creature, one heart, one mind, one soul, one life.

“I want to stay like this for the rest of my life,” Wanda whispers against my neck as we curl up together in the hot steamy shower. She raises an eyebrow when I reach around and finger her rear hole playfully. “Um, maybe not exactly like this.” I laugh and smack her bottom, then kiss her again. She closes her eyes and burrows into my chest. “Oh, God, I can’t believe I came like that when you put your thumb in my . . .”

She’s too mortified to finish the sentence, and although I want to tease her some more, my cock is already starting to harden again, like that was just a warm-up for the real game, just a prelude to the main event.

“Turn around,” I whisper, peeling Wanda off me, kissing her wetly on the lips, then guiding her to her knees and raising her magnificent ass and smacking it twice. “You are so damn sexy. I need to be inside you right now, Wanda. Please. All the way inside you, babe.”

She nods and I position myself behind her, massaging her wet back and gently pushing her head forward. Sliding my fingers between her thighs from behind, I circle her pussy until I can feel sticky wetness coating her opening.

Then I place my cockhead against her pussy-hole from behind, carefully stroke the back of her neck to relax her, and finally push myself into her, my cock hardening and widening as I enter her deliciously warm slit, driving into her all the way deep, all the way long, all the way home.

9

WANDA

It feels like coming home.

I come the moment Drake enters me from behind. The sensation of his cockhead widening the mouth of my vagina is just too much, and I whimper through that first climax, my body shuddering with pleasure as I take him into me.

Drake feels thick and hard inside me, and his shaft presses against the inner walls of my pussy, opening me up for the first time, claiming me for all of time. I’m leaning forward on my elbows, ass raised high, on my knees with legs spread. Drake is moving in and out carefully but firmly, his pelvis hitting the cushion of my butt with each inward thrust. The motion is mesmerizing, and soon I’m in a trance as Drake fucks me in and out, back and forth, up and down and all around.

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