She was a bright woman, and there was a ghost of a smile beneath the torment. He’d seen it before, of course. A bored housewife with a sterile husband, intent on letting him believe that a child was his and not wanting to spend his money on expensive alternatives.
“You’d really do that for me?”
“For you?” he said with such a handsome smile. “It’d be a crime not to help such a beautiful, bright woman bring a blessed life into this world,” he remarked, rubbing his hand up her forearm to her palm to squeeze it reassuringly. “Just make sure you pick wisely, huh? Motherhood’s an important thing, with a lot of responsibilities. And choosing the right father is the first big decision.”
Roxy nodded, his hand so warm and kind against her smooth flesh, the skin so pampered despite its deep tan.
“I don’t know how I’ll even have time to find someone like that,” she huffed, her eyes intent upon him. “Someone smart and charming and sophisticated? And not in my social circles, clearly. Those things have a way of getting around.”
He nodded his head slowly in understanding, giving her hand another firm squeeze.
“It’s not easy, no,” he remarked in understanding, that beautifully masculine face so sympathetic. So frustratingly handsome. “There is one thing though,” he remarked, standing up and turning away. He looked at her chart, “You’re ovulating today and everything,” he remarked before laying it down.
As she looked at his back, he began to undo his shirt, shrugging off his white coat then turning back towards her. She could see that hard, fit chest of his in its full glory, bulging pecs and abs so beautifully sculpted.
“What do you say?” he asked, a certain glint in his eyes that suggested his interest was more than pure sympathy.
She feigned shock, moral outrage flittering across her features. If she was wearing pearls, she’d have certainly clutched them, even as her tongue licked across her perfectly made up lips. She watched, her dark eyes gazing over his hard chest and abs with such delight.
How had a doctor had enough time to maintain such a glorious body?
“Doctor?” she asked, her voice combining both uncertainty and desire as she shifted atop the examination table.
He stepped up alongside the table, pressing a button that adjusted the angle to one more suitable. Letting her gaze at his hard physique up close and personal.
“I understand if you want to know more, you don’t want any old man to be your child’s true father,” he said with a warm smile. “I graduated top of my class, Stanford,” he said with a nod towards the proof of such on the wall. “No health problems, no family history of conditions,” he stated smiling at her.
He paused his speech then, reaching down and undoing his pants, pulling them down to let the largest, most exquisitely shaped cock Roxy had ever seen spring forth. It was like some sculptors vision of the perfect, hard dick.
“My sperm count is through the roof,” he said finally, leaning in close over her, one arm at the back of the table over her head, the other hand reaching out to rest upon her thigh, rolling that gown up just a couple of inches to let his smooth, hard touch rest on her soft inner thigh flesh.
Her shock was faked more than genuine, her breathing high in her large chest, her skin prickling lightly at his touch. He was making her squirm with so few little actions, her gaze drawn to that cock, watching as it bobbed. Already it was so hard, and there she was covered in nothing more than a sheet of uncomfortable paper.
“Doctor?” she repeated, lustier and lower as she looked up at him from beneath her thick, black lashes.
His one shoulder sank down as he stroked along her inner thigh, making that hard, mass of muscle ripple across his chest.
“We’d make a beautiful baby,” he remarked in a low husk, looking down at her with that striking gleam in his emerald eyes. “You don’t need to decide right now,” he said, even as his fingers moved up to her nude cunny, able to feel her warm, moist heat. “But you are ovulating,” he remarked. “And I am packing a big load that I haven’t relieved in ages,” he said, leaning in and lightly brushing his nose against her ear and cheek.
She had noticed he wasn’t wearing a ring, though thought perhaps it was for hygienic reasons. Either way, it didn’t really concern her and she rose her gaze to his face once more. Her breathing was tight and laced with little sounds of desire.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked, head tilted and letting her blonde hair spill over her bare shoulder.
“Just relax,” he said to her with that charming smile of his as he guided her to turn, splaying her legs open slowly open before he got around in front of her. He gently guided one bare foot into the stirrups, then the other, and she was so pliable with his movements. Her eyes were on that glorious, male physique, so Adonis-like, on full display before he dipped down to his knees before her.
She lay back on the examination table, the crinkle of paper under her back as she shimmied her hips forward to the edge of the bed. Her legs were spread so wide, that waxed pussy so smooth and wet. She had a bit of a tan line, the Brazilian bikini leaving her flesh so pale along her sex, letting the redness of her arousal show through.
“Chances of insemination go up if a woman climaxes during sex, so I
want you nice and ready when I go in,” he said to her in his masculine husk. He then leaned in and kissed his way softly up her inner thighs, rolling the office gown up to expose her slit before his mouth found its way to it with a moist lick.
She gasped as his tongue slicked against her, head darting up as she looked between her spread knees at him. His hands were upon her inner thighs, holding her open and it was, all at once, humiliating and oh so arousing.
The doctor squeezed her inner thighs, kneading their soft flesh as he began to lap at her cunny. She was already so slick just from the anticipation, yet with how he tongued her labia and flicked at her sensitive clit, he was fast building her bodily heat up to a new level.
More than that, he looked to be so into it — into her pussy — as he tongued and ate it so ravenously. A low, rumbling moan sent a vibrational hum through her loins and he forced his eyes open, to look up at her.
Her head was rested back, though with the way the exam table was tilted, he could so clearly see her lips dropped open with little panted breaths coming out. More than that, her manicured hand had reached up and grasped onto one of her breasts, squeezing it from beneath the paper like gown.