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The Bad Doctor's Sweet Tooth Pt. 01

By: dlsloan



CHAPTER 1: CANDI COATED

When you are a rich doctor who also happens to have a 12-inch cock, you don't have to look that hard for hot pussy. It just has a way of finding you most of the time. 

Of course, those of you who are already familiar with me and my work know that I have a "pussy pipeline" of wannabe strippers and Hooters waitresses supplied by my brother, who owns those establishments and requires all would be employees to come to me for a physical. It's a simple system, really,

For those of you who don't know me, my name is Dr. Frederick Pound and I am literally a sex machine. Some geniuses use their intellect to cure diseases, develop new technology or answer ancient riddles. Me, I used it to create three supplements which have made me a literal superman of sex. 

First, I wanted to make sure that I was always in the mood and looking for pussy with the same hunger that I did when I was 18. I have a drug which I take once every three days which keeps me in a constant state of horniness.

Secondly, I love nothing more than the sight of a big load of my white sticky cum drenching some babe, covering her face or tits or filling her mouth. But I had learned long ago that the volume of my precious loads, while still impressive, dwindled with the more sex I had. So, my second invention, which I take once a day, stimulates constant production of the seminal fluids and ensures that every load I shoot will be a massive one.

Finally, I took a supplement (which I invented) which made my cock grow in both length and girth. It is now a prodigious 12-inch monster with a circumference that stretches every mouth, pussy and asshole to its limits. I told you I was a genius. 

Even though I'm 40 years old now, I fuck very hard and very fast ... no need to hold back, I'll have another full erection and full load of cum ready in less than five minutes. I'm not into slow, sensual sex. I fuck good and hard. I guess my name suits me. 


I fuck world-class pussy an average of 10 times per day and I fuck an average of 15 different women per week. And if you don't believe me, I have literally thousands of photos and hours of videotape to prove that what I say is true. 

I operate my practice out of my house, so I often end up "admitting" the girls for overnight stays and intense examination. So, usually, a girl is sent to me by my brother and I conduct my exam right there in my house. Six to 12 hours and many, many orgasms later, it's all over. 

That's the usual case. Then there's the case of Candi. Well, her name wasn't really Candi, it was Nicandra, but she went by Candi. And the name fit, because she was as sweet as candy – to talk to, to look at and to taste. 

She came to my office one day with no appointment. At first I assumed my brother had sent her – she certainly was beautiful enough to be one of his girls – but I found out she was there for far different reasons.

She was beautiful, of direct Indian decent, with naturally perfect olive skin, dark almond eyes, long dark hair and what appeared to be a fantastic body underneath her conservative sweater and jean attire. Frankie, my big-titted, long-legged faithful nurse and frequent sex toy, showed her back to my office. Frankie had come to work for me after I had largely been responsible for her firing from a nearby hospital. I guess she should have known that letting me tie her up and fuck her in the therapy pool was a fireable offense. Anyway, feeling both guilty and horny, I hired both her and George, the security guard who was also fired for face-fucking a blindfolded Frankie, to come work for me. Frankie was a good nurse and a great lay and George was a faithful security guard who watched the office at nights after I had retired to my home, which is above the office.

I sent Frankie back to the front since she doubled as a nurse and secretary and I invited Candi to sit down on the exam table.

"No, you don't understand, doctor," Candi said. "I'm not here for me. I'm here for my father. He is very sick and we don't have money to pay for a hospital. My friend said you were a very good doctor and so I thought you might help us."

"Your friend?" I asked.

"Alison Thorton," Candi said. 

I recognized the name immediately, picturing the pert blonde with the big nipples. She was working at Hooters now. 

"Oh, do you work at Hooters with her?" I asked, sneaking a look at the rack Candi was packing underneath that sweater.

"No," Candi said. "I just know Alison from school. We took classes together at the university last semester."

"I see," I said. "Well, I'd be happy to take a look at your father for you. I can at least examine him for free. But if he's as sick as you say, he's going to need treatment. That can be very expensive."

"I know," Candi said. "Please look at him first, then if he needs treatment, I'll figure something out."

"Very well," I said. "Check with Frankie up front. She'll schedule an appointment."

"No, you don't understand," Candi said. "He's too sick to travel. I need you to come see him at our house." She was so earnest and her eyes sparkled. She was dazzling, even to someone like me who isn't easily impressed. Aside from what I might do with attractive women, I'm actually a decent guy. I don't do drugs, I very seldom drink and I really do care about my sick patients, almost as much as my pretty ones. I could tell this girl was desperate. I have a weakness for pretty, desperate women. If I could offer something they wanted, I could almost certainly get what I wanted from them. I was willing to gamble that Candi would be a similar story.

"OK," I said. "I'll have Frankie cancel our appointments for the remainder of the day and we'll go see your father."

"Oh, thank you so much!" Candi said. "Alison said you gave your patients everything you had."

I was beginning to doubt how good of friends Alison and Candi were, but I was glad she had sent this exotic babe my way. 

I called George and had him come early to watch the office while Frankie and I went to visit Candi's father. I had Frankie pack up some medical supplies as well as a few extra garments and other items which I used in my special exams. Frankie didn't question anything, just did as she was told, not even trying to keep her tits from spilling out of her ridiculously low-cut nurse's blouse. She wore a pink thong underneath a short white mini skirt and she had on her white stilettos. This was the typical work attire for Frankie under my employment.

I rode with Candi while Frankie followed in my car.

"So, how old is your father?" I asked Candi. 

"74."

"Oh, and your mother?"

"She died three years ago," Candi frowned. "It's been just me and my dad ever since. I quit school to take care of him."

What a sweet girl. "I see," I said. "How old are you?"

"I'm 21."

"Are you from here originally?"

"No, my parents moved here from India when I was two. My father misses home, but he moved here because it was a better opportunity for us. Unfortunately, with my mother's illness and now his, we have run out of money. I have been looking for a job, but can't find anything."

"I might be able to help you," I said. "My brother owns some businesses that are always hiring."

"That would be great!" Candi beamed. "You are so kind."

We got to the house, a modest one-story with three bedrooms and two bathrooms. Candi quickly led us to her father's room. I couldn't help but stare at her ass as we walked down the hallway.

Her father had a bad cough, was very weak and was running a fever. It was clear that he was ailing from a variety of problems and Candi explained that he had a history of both heart and lung disorders. After a more thorough examination, I explained that he was not in critical condition, but that he was going to need some constant care for the next 24 to 36 hours while we got his fever under control and got some fluids in him to build up his strength. 

"He should be admitted to a hospital," I explained, "are you sure you can't afford one?"

"I'm sure," Candi said, shaking her head. "Can you please help me?"

I looked at Frankie, then at Candi's chest. "Yes, we'll help you, but you will have to pay me back."

"But I just said..."

"Not with money," I interrupted. "You want me to take care of your father, all you have to do is take care of me." I pulled out my cock to make sure it was clear what I meant. 

"Oh, my," she said. "I couldn't... I mean, uh, what exactly do I have to do?"

"Anything and everything," I said simply. "Your father requires almost constant attention and so does this." I stroked my rigid cock for her. "Frankie will help me take care of your father and you take care of this. With a little TLC, I'm sure your dad and my cock will both feel better tomorrow."

"Isn't there anything else...?"

"Nope," I said. "Money and sex are the only things I want. You don't have money but you do have a nice body. So, pay up by putting out or Frankie and I will be on our way."

"All right, all right. I'll do it," Candi said. "Just don't hurt me."

"By this time tomorrow," I gloated, "you'll be begging me to hurt you." Before she could ask what that meant, I instructed Frankie to go back to the office and get some IV fluid and monitor as well as some other medications I felt we'd need.

Candi and I returned to her father's side as I continued to examine him and gave him some medication to reduce his fever. He smiled when I told him that we would take care of him and not to worry about any bills. He looked at his daughter and said in a horse voice, "You be a good host. You take care of him." He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

"See, your father agrees," I smiled. "You should take care of me."

"I will," Candi said. "I'm so grateful, I will do whatever you ask of me."

"I won't be asking," I said. "I say, you do, that's it. Now, Frankie brought some clothes for you. You're beautiful like you are, but this outfit is hardly sexy. I want to get a better look at what I traded for. Go pick out something from that bag. Frankie should be back soon and she'll watch your father while you and I get better acquainted."

Candi took the bag and went off to her room to change. I wasn't surprised that it took her awhile to come back. I wasn't sure exactly what Frankie had packed, but I knew that in general it was all very sexy and revealing clothing, probably nothing like Candi had worn before. I had a collection of stripper-type clothing, bikinis, mini skirts, lingerie and the like. I found it came in handy because few women dress in the slutty manner I – and most every heterosexual man -- prefer. I had plenty of money to buy whatever I wanted, so I had a full wardrobe of various styles and sizes. Frankie helped me place monthly orders from a couple different catalogs, making sure we had ample supply.

Frankie had guessed at a size for Candi, but I told her to error on the side of too small, so it was quite possible Candi was having trouble finding something to fit. I hoped so. Frankie came back a few minutes later and together we hooked up an IV. She checked his vitals and began keeping a log. She looked like a slut in the outfit I made her wear, but Frankie was a first-class nurse. We both were committed to the patient's health first and our fun second. That was the case here. Once we were sure Candi's father was stable and resting well, I sent Frankie to check on Candi.

A few minutes later, Frankie led Candi into the room. What a vision! She was even more spectacular than I had imagined, and I have a very active imagination. It should be a crime to hide such a lovely body under bulky sweaters and baggy jeans. She was stunning!

"She couldn't find a bra in the bag," Frankie smiled, explaining Candi's delay. Candi didn't realize that I didn't allow any woman I was with to wear a bra. I like to see the jiggle of the tits and the nipples poking out. "I explained your view on bras to her."

Indeed, a bra on this girl would have been criminal. She was dressed in a white mesh halter top that contrasted beautifully with her dark skin. Her dark, eraser-like nipples poked through the large holes in the mesh, which was stretched tight across her large breasts. "How big are those?" I asked.

"I wear a 36C," Candi replied.

"The top is a size 34B," Frankie said. "Wasn't easy to squeeze those things in there, was it?"

"No," Candi said. "The thong is worse. I've never worn one before."

She was referring to the white thong that was currently splitting her delicious ass. It was partially covered by a tiny black pleated skirt that was several inches shy of being acceptable in any public setting. It swirled around her hips as she turned to show me the front and back, at my request.

She also wore white bobbie socks with frilly lace at the top and black stilettos. It was clear from how she moved that she was not comfortable in the high-heeled shoes. Obviously, this entire type of attire was completely foreign to her. What a shame, because clothes like that were made for women like Candi.

She had long, lean legs, a nicely rounded and very tight little ass and a narrow waist and flat tummy. She had it all and could please an ass man, tit man or leg man with equal levels of satisfaction. Her skin was dark and smooth and inviting and her eyes smoldered with an innate sexiness.

"The thong's a little tight, huh?" I asked. I walked over to her and lifted her skirt to get a closer look. "Well, it's covering your pussy, so it can't be too tight." I pulled it up so that the thong tightened into a narrow band of cloth that wedged in between her pussy lips. "See, when it's like that, it's actually just right. The way it is now is really too loose, but we'll let it go for now."

"I've never dressed like this before," Candi said.

"Well, you should," I said. "You're too beautiful not to. Frankie, will you keep an eye on her father? Candi and I are going to discuss my fees. But by all means, come get me if the patient's condition changes."

"Yes, doctor," Frankie said obediently. I noted a hint of jealousy in her voice. Even though she saw me fucking other women on a daily basis, Frankie didn't like it. I reminded her constantly that I fucked her more than anyone else, which I think she took some solace in. But truth be told, if she had a choice, I firmly believe she would give up nursing and all her hobbies to simply be a slave to my cock. That's how much she liked dressing up for me, role-playing with me and simply fulfilling my every desire. She was the most obedient, submissive and downright sexy babe I had ever had. She was always ready and willing to do anything I asked. I even had a key to her apartment and on random nights would interrupt her sleep in the middle of the night and fuck the shit out of her, often arriving, fucking and leaving without saying so much as a single word. She always slept in the nude or with some sort of sexy lingerie, hoping that I would come. No matter what I did to her, she enjoyed it, experiencing powerful orgasms easily. She was every bit as horny and sex-addicted as I was. She needed cock as much as I needed pussy. The only problem for her was, I could get world-class pussy at ever turn. The only 12-inch cock she could find was mine. So, she was at my mercy and invariably aching for my meat by the time I got around to giving it to her.

As I led Candi to her room, Frankie looked longingly, wishing it was her who was going to get my special attention. But she was a pro. She would do her job as a nurse and as my assistant without complaint or distraction. That's what I loved about her. She thought with her pussy, but showed the proper restraint and decorum until it was time to fuck like an animal.

I held little hope that Candi would be like that, although there was always the chance that some good hard sex would unleash a wild side. I had seen it happen many times before. But Candi was so sweet, she didn't seem the type. Only one way to find out, though.

Her room was a small bedroom, decorated like a little girl's with lots of pinks and purples throughout. "I had an apartment when I was in school," she explained. "I just moved back in about a month ago when Dad got sick. I haven't had time to redecorate."


"That's OK," I said. "It's cute. Bet no one's ever had sex in here before, huh?"

"No sir."

"Have you had sex before, Candi?"

"Of course."

"When? How many times?"

"I had a boyfriend for about six months in college. We had sex a dozen times or so."

"He's the only one?"

"No, I lost my virginity in high school. Prom night. Pretty stereotypical, huh?"

"Have you ever had an orgasm?"

"Yes, but never with a guy," Candi said. I was impressed by her directness. "I masturbate sometimes. I cum then."

"Good," I said. "Well, I hope you cum with me, too, but I'll warn you, I'm not going to spend lots of time making sure it's a romantic experience for you. I fuck for fun and pleasure and I like to do it a lot and to do it hard. I think you'll find my cock to be quite pleasurable – most women love it since it's so large. And I'm going to fuck your pussy, your mouth and your ass. What have you done before?"

"I have given blowjobs and I've been fucked in the pussy. Never the ass."

"OK," I said. "Thank you very much for being honest with me. You're doing very well. Now, your tits are driving me absolutely nuts. Enough talk, let's see how you suck."

I could tell she was nervous, but she dropped to her knees without hesitation. I dropped my pants and pointed my hard foot long directly between her eyes, forcing her to take a good look at the size and power of my rod. I realized I hadn't warned her yet about my prodigious volume of semen, but I decided to let that be a surprise. 

She opened those pretty, pouty lips and pursed them around the head of my cock, slurping on it like a lollipop. Like most inexperienced cocksuckers, she put her hand on my shaft and started jerking my cock. This was a technique I found horrendous. If I wanted a handjob, I'd ask for one. When I want a blowjob, lips, tongue and throat are all I should be feeling. I feel very strongly about this amateurish approach to cocksucking and am doing my best to teach the proper techniques, one woman at a time.

"No hands," I said simply to her. "Let your mouth do the work. If you feel tempted to use your hands, just put them behind your back." She did so promptly and resumed her earnest work, lathering my cock head with her tongue.

You can tell a lot about a woman by the way she sucks cock and I was starting to learn that my earlier notions about shy, conservative Candi might have been wrong. Yes, that was the persona she presented, but I was beginning to think there was a sexy, wanton woman in there, waiting to get out. Maybe not as wild as Frankie, but Candi was showing the potential to be a bit of slut. 

It wasn't her technique, which was fine but nothing special. No, it was her attitude. She was determined, earnest, trying very hard to please. She was obedient, taking instruction well, not just following orders, but actually trying to learn how to do it better. She was like a sponge, soaking it all in. She had never had particularly good sex to know how much fun it could be. Now that it was sort of being forced upon her, her desire to learn, to try, to experiment was coming out. 

At my encouragement, she was willingly trying to take more of my cock in her mouth. She now had about six inches in, but the remaining six inches seemed nearly impossible. Fortunately, I had encountered this issue before. Normally, I don't have much patience. I pinch the bitch's nose, tilt her head back and force my cock down her throat and she learns to relax her throat and control her gag reflex out of necessity. That's what I wanted to do to Candi, but damn it, I liked her too much already. So, I gently pushed a little more in, inch by inch, pulling back frequently to let her catch her breath or refocus on the task. I gently coached her, telling her to relax, to control her gag reflex, to remember that it was mind over matter. It took too long, but finally, she had 10 inches in her mouth and was sucking with the same gusto she had started with. I decided to reward her effort by pulling out and spraying all of my cum on her face rather than choking her with my prodigious load. 


The Bad Doctor's Sweet Tooth Pt. 01



Now, as I mentioned, I cum in buckets, so her face was unrecognizable by the time I was done with it. All you could see was white globs of gooey spunk that coated her lips and eyelids, sealed her nostrils and matted her hair. When I was done, I told her to taste and swallow as much as she could. When I asked if she'd ever swallowed before, she shook her head no. 

She began by simply opening her mouth and tilting her head to let the cum run into her mouth, dropping onto her tongue in serving size portions. She collected more with her fingers, scooping it into her mouth, continuing the process until she was finally licking the last drops from her fingers. 

"Very good," I said. "Now, clean me off." She leaned forward and licked and sucked the remaining drops from my cock, then sat back, stunned that my big dick was suddenly hard again. "I have remarkable turnaround time and stamina," I smiled. "Ready for some more?"

"Uh, yes, whatever you say, doctor."

"Good. Lay back on the bed and spread your legs, you little bitch." She scrambled onto the end of the bed and spread her legs. "Wider." She spread them wider, giving me a great view of her pussy being dissected by the thong. I stepped forward and yanked the thong out of her cunt and peeled it down her legs, throwing it across the room. I took a good look at her pussy. It was pink and puffy and, to my delight, already moist. I was also surprised to see that she kept it trimmed nicely. I put two fingers inside her, testing the tightness and lubrication. Fantastic. I put my cock head against her snatch and pushed forward, spreading her lips with my cock, driving into her. She took in a deep breath, but otherwise was quiet and still, taking a dick that was probably at least twice as big as she ever had before.

I went halfway in, then pulled back, then went forward until I was at two-thirds. I would have been balls deep in most bitches by now, but I was taking my time with her. On my next thrust, I went all the way and she squealed. "Just relax and take it," I said. "It's much bigger than any you've ever had before, but your body is well equipped to handle this. Trust me. Just relax and you'll really like this."

I started fucking slowly, not my usual pattern at all, but was pleased to feel her pussy getting even hotter and wetter. I picked up the pace a bit, going a little faster, a little harder. She moaned. I tweaked her nipples. She moaned again.

"Feels good, doesn't it slut?" I taunted. "See, I told you. A sexy babe like you needs some good cock from time to time. You've been missing that, haven't you? Go ahead. It's OK. You can enjoy it. You can cum."

"Oh god!" Candi moaned. This had to be overwhelming for her. A sick father. A bizarre deal with a doctor. Now, fucking like a bitch in heat on her childhood bed. Whatever it was, it was working. "Yes, yes," she panted. She was now actively thrusting and writhing underneath me, letting my cock reach and pleasure her innermost flesh. She grunted and squealed and humped with a wild, carefree lust. She screamed when she came and kept right on humping as I plowed into her with renewed vigor, dousing her cunt with another load that spilled out of her pussy and all over her pink bed spread.

"Hey, keep it down," Frankie knocked at the door. "He's waking up. He might not want to know what his doctor is doing to his only daughter."

"Oh god," Candi rolled onto her side. "My dad. I can't believe I'm doing this. He'd be so ashamed of me."

"Ashamed?" I questioned, waving my cock in her face, reminding her to clean me. "He should be proud. You're doing all this for him. And you're fantastic and gorgeous. You don't even know how pretty you are, do you?"

She looked up at me and shook her head no, her lips wrapped around my cock. "Well, you're beautiful," I assured her. "Especially with cum in your hair and a cock in your mouth," I added, only half joking.

I let Candi put her bulky sweater back on so she could go see her dad, but I made her leave the cum in her hair. I was pretty sure he woudn't notice in his condition, and if he did, he probably would have no idea what it was. She put her thong and skirt back on even though she protested that her dad would be upset.

"You'll be sitting next to him. He won't even notice," I said. 

She reluctantly agreed and joined me walking back to her father's room. Frankie was there by his side, her big tits in his face as she mopped his brow. I went in the room first, noticing that the man was awake and staring intently at the bountiful boobs in front of him. He probably thought he had died and gone to Heaven.

"How's our patient?" I asked, startling him as he quickly averted his eyes. 

"He's doing great," Frankie said, stepping back and smiling. "His fever is coming down a bit and his breathing is stronger. You have a very nice father, Candi."

"Thank you," Candi said, following behind me shyly. 

"Come here," her father spoke hoarsely, smiling and motioning slowly with his hand. Frankie and I stood back, giving them some privacy as Candi sat next to her ailing father. After a few minutes, she motioned to me.

"He wants to tell you something," Candi said.

Frankie and I walked over to his bedside and the man extended his hand. I took it and shook it. "Thank you," he said. "Thank you for taking care of me and for being so generous. We could never afford your care. You are most kind. I have instructed Candi to take care of both of you, whatever you need. We are eternally grateful and indebted to you. Candi will make you dinner and prepare your rooms for tonight."

"Thank you," Frankie smiled. "You have a lovely daughter."

"Thank you, sir," I added. "Candi has been terrific. She's most accommodating. I'm sure she'll more than repay us for our service. You know, I think she'd bend over backward for you, sir."

"Yes," the old man smiled. "And she will for you too."

If he only knew how true that was.

THE BAD DOCTOR'S SWEET TOOTH

By DL Sloan

CHAPTER 2: MIDNIGHT SNACK

The old man went back to sleep and we all left the room. I made Candi take the sweater back off as soon as we got out in the hallway. I had her take the skirt off as well, so she was walking around in the white mesh top, white thong, bobbie socks and heels. She looked absolutely delicious.

For good measure, I had Frankie take her skirt off too, baring her own thong-split ass. 

We walked into the living room and I said, "all right, let's see it." Candi and Frankie both looked at me, not sure what I was asking for. I looked at Candi, "Your dad said you'd bend over backwards for me. I want to see it." I sat down on the couch and pulled Frankie on top of my lap. We both watched as Candi positioned herself in the middle of the room and slowly began leaning backward, putting her hands behind her in case she lost her balance. From our vantage point, we could no longer see her face, but her mesh-covered tits rose over her torso like a majestic, snow-capped mountain range and her crotch stuck out obscenely as she spread her legs to aid her balance. 

She was doing well until her foot slipped, then she fell backward, sprawled out on the floor. I nearly jumped up and fucked her right there, but instead I reached between my legs and pulled out my cock. Frankie spread her tan thighs to let it stick out between them. "That's all right, Candi," I said. "I prefer you bending over the other way anyway. In fact, why don't you go ahead and do that. Bend over at the waist, spread you legs and grab your ankles."

Candi did as instructed and my cock twitched as her tight ass and dark pussy lips teased me from a few feet away. I spread Frankie's legs and shoved her thong to the side, quickly planting my cock inside her. I was not at all surprised to find her sopping wet and burning hot inside. She was always like that. Frankie's pussy was amazing – always wet, always hot and always tight, despite my repeated poundings with a cock that was responsible for stretching many a twat.

She rode me, slowly grinding her hips while we both watched Candi move about the floor. At my instructions, Candi bent, twisted and turned in various positions, showing off the many amazing attributes of her firm, flexible body. Those long legs and big breasts made her form eye-catching no matter how she was positioned. And the white contrast of her thong, socks and top against that dark olive skin was tantalizing. 

"Crawl around," I said to her, "like a cat." Candi crawled around the floor, sliding those longs legs, letting those big boobs hang down, her perfect ass moving back and forth. She was sleek and sensual and watching her was driving me crazy. I put my hands on Frankie's hips and started driving into her with the speed and power I was famous for, making those big tits jiggle, her long dark hair bouncing up and down.

"Crawl over here," I grunted. "Lick my balls and her cunt," I said. Candi positioned herself between our legs and started licking my balls while her nose rubbed against Frankie's nearly bare pussy as it rode up and down on my shaft. "Come on slut," I grunted, "stick your tongue in there."

I couldn't see her, but I could feel Candi's tongue stab at the junction of my cock and Frankie's pussy, swabbing over whatever it came in contact with. It would lick my shaft when Frankie was up and her pussy or her clit when she was down. It felt good to me and I knew Frankie was loving it. In typical Frankie fashion, she started cumming and just kept spasming over and over, her body rippling and tingling with orgasm after orgasm. I responded by firing my full load into her, then quickly scrambled out from underneath my favorite nurse.

"Suck it all out," I told Candi. 

"Really?" Candi asked. "Do I have to swallow it again?"

"Of course," I said. "Never ask that question again."

I was sitting on the floor, Frankie was laying back on the couch, her legs spread and Candi was between her thighs, her mouth licking Frankie's pussy. "Frankie, stand up," I said. Frankie did, spreading her legs – still wobbly from her orgasms – and spreading her pussy lips. Candi kept her mouth open as my cum started pouring out in giant drops. I was impressed that Candi didn't miss a drop and didn't even make a face as she routinely swallowed my salty offering. When the flow slowed, she went in after the rest, drilling her tongue into Frankie in search of leftovers. The action of Candi's tongue got Frankie going again, and she put her hands no Candi's head, holding her in place as she rocked through two more orgasms. Candi's tongue never stopped. 

It was a great show, made all the better by the view of Candi's little ass directly in front of my face. No sooner had Frankie released her from pussy-licking duty than I knelt behind her and pulled her thong off. I spread her ass cheeks, checking out that little hole.

"More?" Candi asked, looking at me over her shoulder.

"We're just getting started, slut," I said. My cock was wet from Frankie's pussy, but Candi's ass was dry. Frankie saw the problem and offered the solution. She shoved two fingers into her own pussy, then pressed the wet digits into Candi's asshole. After a couple applications of Frankie's cunt cream, Candi was ready for drilling. 

I speared that hot little ass for the next 10 minutes as she bit her lip to keep from crying out and risk waking her father. I'm sure it hurt at first, even with all the lubrication, but soon she was rocking back against me, taking all 12 inches with ease. I lightly smacked those firm ass cheeks and reached forward to lift pull her top up and tweak her nipples. They were obviously very sensitive, rock hard and hanging down like two big icicles on an awning. Empathizing with Candi's yearning for tit play, Frankie sat down next to her and tugged on Candi's nipples like she was milking a cow.

Candi responded by burying her head in the couch cushions, screaming in ecstasy as her body was worked over by my cock and Frankie's talented fingers. Frankie reached between Candi's legs and stroked her clit. The orgasm hit instantly and Candi lurched forward, clenching her ass and pulling me along with her. When she relaxed, I pulled out and instructed them both to kneel next to each other. I told them to cup their tits for me and I started firing away, turning from one tit to the next like a lawn sprinkler. Frankie's 36D's were larger, but not by much as Candi's C cups more than held their own. By the time I was done, cum dripped from all four jugs. 

I made Candi lick the cum off Frankie's tits first, then vice versa. When they had finished, there wasn't a spec of cum left but there were four very erect nipples, two very wet pussies and two very tired sluts. 

"You two have earned a rest," I said. "Clean up, get a drink, relax. Oh, and change outfits, both of you. You know what I like, Frankie. Help Candi out, will you?

I'll check on our patient and order some dinner. Everybody like Chinese?"

They both agreed that was fine and I left to check on Candi's dad. He was doing fine, still sleeping well, though I was concerned about his breathing. It was shallower, more labored than I liked. I gave him another dose of medication as well as a shot to help him rest. He needed to sleep and, as a side benefit, I needed more time with my playmates.

I ordered some Chinese food and then took a quick shower. When I came out, Frankie and Candi were in the living room, two gorgeous, sexy babes dressed to kill. This was every man's fantasy – and just another day at the office for me. 

Frankie had changed into a schoolgirl outfit – the ridiculously short plaid skirt, the white thong underneath, the tight white blouse tied just under the tits with no bra, the white bobbie socks and the black heels. Her hair was in a pony tail with a red bow and her bright red lipstick was begging for something to suck.

Following the theme, Candi's long, curvy body was now squeezed into a cheerleading outfit – a highly modified one. Her breasts were packed into a tight white sweater top that stopped just below her breasts and was held together by only one button. Her pointy nipples were denting the soft fabric and practically impossible not to stare at. Her belly was bare and she wore a red-and-white pleated skirt with a red thong underneath. The only part that didn't look like a cheerleader was her red heels, though her white bobbie socks helped. She also had her hair in a ponytail with a red bow and bright red lipstick.

Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not into underage girls or any of that stuff, but the outfits were absolutely hot and there was no mistaking these sexy women were plenty old enough for anything and everything. 

"Whoo!" I yelled, nodding my approval. "Very nice, ladies. Class is in session. This must be the graduate level cocksucking class, huh?"

"That's right," Frankie smiled. "I'm working on my master's."

"I'm still learning," Candi said, shyly trying to hold her arms over her tits. "But I'm willing to do some extra credit work."

"You'll both get your chance," I assured them. "For now, you can take a break. The food should be here soon. We'll rest, eat and, assuming your dad's OK, have some fun."

"Sounds good," Frankie said. "But first, Candi and I have a cheer for you."

"Great!" I said, pleased that Frankie seemed to be warming to Candi and that they were both embracing their role of entertaining and pleasing me. I sat on a chair and watched them huddle, presumably going through it one more time.

They started out standing side by side with their backs to me. "Ready, OK!" they said. They both immediately bent over at the waist to let me see their tight asses and those thongs hugging their pussies. "Two clits..." they each reached between their legs and squeezed their pussy mounds ... "Four tits..." they stood up, spun around and cupped their jiggling breasts... "Six holes..." they quickly pointed at their mouths, pussies and asses... "I swallow" ... they both licked their lips ... "Drop to the floor" ... they both did full splits ... "And the hard cocks will follow!"

They didn't have pom-poms, but they shook pink wadded up thongs in the air and stood up, jumping up and down, kicking, making their bodies shake and jiggle in all the right places. I enjoyed the show for a moment, then stood up and cheered, letting me hard cock poke out of the fly in my boxer shorts to let them know their show was much appreciated.

I kissed them both and thanked them, then shooed them off to answer the door when we heard the knock. What a treat for the delivery man. He took in every bit of those four tits, two clits and six holes that he could, enjoying the eye candy offered to him for the minute or so that it took the girls to pay him and collect the bags. Just as he was turning to leave, Frankie tugged down Candi's top, making her tits spill out. "That's just a little extra tip," Frankie smiled. She gave Candi's nipples a tweak, then pulled the little sweater back over them.

I was again surprised at how Frankie was taking to Candi. Maybe she felt sorry for her. Maybe she really liked her. Maybe she just wanted to please me. Whatever the reason, I liked it. It showed maturity on Frankie's part and it was certainly making Candi looser and more comfortable with the situation. She was watching Frankie, following her lead. No one enjoyed being sexy and slutty for me any more than Frankie did, so Candi was learning from the best.

Frankie taught her another nice trick when we sat down at the table to eat. She took a sip of her egg drop soup, then looked at me and said, "This doesn't taste right. Do you have some of your special sauce for me?" Now Frankie is a true cum slut. She loves to taste my cum – always has since the first time I met her and made her drink a coffee cup full of cum. So, she frequently requests some to put on her food or in her thermos to eat or drink throughout the day. That's what she was asking for now. I stood up and presented her with my 12-incher, which she promptly began sucking on.

While Frankie was busy doing her thing, I noticed Candi watching, tentatively toying with her own soup. "Don't worry," I said, "there's plenty for both of you." I pushed Frankie away and aimed my cock at her bowl first, firing five bolts of frothy cum into her soup bowl. Frankie then grabbed Candi's bowl and offered it up as I shot the second half of my load into her soup. 

"Eat up, sluts," I said, stuffing my cock back in my boxers and sitting down to my own meal. I watched as both dipped their spoons into the soup, holding up stringy globs of white cum that stretched like mozzarella cheese on a pizza. They played with and giggled at the amount of jism filling their bowls before finally stuffing their spoons in their mouths and licking off my precious spunk. They both ate every bit of their soup, even tipping the bowls to their mouths and drinking the few remaining drops. I was quite certain Candi would never have dreamed of doing that on her own, but with Frankie showing the way, Candi was proving to be more of a natural than even I expected. She still looked shy, but her actions were anything but. 

Candi's father woke up a little earlier than I expected. I checked him out to make sure he was stable, then sent Candi in to see him. I let her put her bulky sweater back on, but didn't let her cover her skirt and heels. She sat with him for the next hour or so until he fell back asleep. While she visited with her father, Frankie and I sat in the other room, discussing the situation. We agreed that he was probably going to get better instead of worse and that, if he did, he'd have to go to the hospital.

"Poor Candi," Frankie said. 

"You really like her, don't you?"

"Yeah, she's sweet. You like her too, don't you? I mean, more than the other girls?"

"Yeah," I confessed. "There's something different about her that I can't quite put my finger on. I mean, yeah, she's gorgeous, just like you and the other girls. But like you, there's something different. Unlike you, she seems so innocent. But just like you, she's so eager to please. And she really loves her father. I mean, even if she didn't like what I was doing, she'd still do it for him."




The Bad Doctor's Sweet Tooth Pt. 01



"Well, I wish we could help her more."

"I think we can," I said. "What would you think of having a receptionist at the office?"

"Definitely!" Frankie said. "We need one and she needs a job. But you still can't pay her enough to cover hospital costs."

"No," I said. "But I can pay her bills for her and make sure she feels indebted to me enough to stay on the job for a very long time. I'm still not sure she'll be as committed to me as you are. If she's not, a little debt hanging over her head will be good insurance."

"Sounds like a great plan," Frankie nodded. "I don't want to have to share your cock any more than I already do, though."

"Don't worry, Frankie," I said, cupping her magnificent tits, "there's plenty to go around."

It was getting late and I was very horny, so I sent Frankie in to watch the patient and send Candi back to me for a very long night of very hard fucking. I don't sleep much, so neither do my playmates. 

I was waiting for Candi in her room, laying naked on the bed, my hard cock sticking straight up like a telephone pole. I was pleased do see she had removed the sweater before entering the room. This showed she was thinking about what she needed to be doing, anticipating my instructions and desires. She looked positively amazing in her slutty cheerleader outfit.

"Don't worry about your dad," I smiled. "He's in good hands. For now, just focus on giving this patient some TLC. I think you'll like my bedside manner."

She walked over to me and I pulled her onto the bed, laying her across my stomach. I flipped her skirt up to get a good look at her ass. I quickly ripped the thong down her legs and she kicked it off her heels onto the floor. I gave her ass a good swat on both cheeks, then dug my fingers into that deep valley between her thighs, feeling her creamy goodness. I rubbed her pussy, feeling the temperature rise. 

"Have you ever stayed up all night?" I asked.

"Sure," Candi said. 

"Good, because this has too," I held my cock against the soft fabric of her sweater. "And it's going to tonight. You owe me big time, bitch, and I think I'm going to take my payments in the form of some sweet, juicy Candi."

"Anything you want, sir," Candi said. "I am forever indebted to you. I know medical care is very expensive and I would do anything for my father. If my body brings you pleasure in any way, it is yours to do with as you please. The only thing more important to me than your pleasure is my father's health."

"As long as you keep that attitude, you'll do fine," I said. "Just remember that when you're getting sore and tired and you've cum so many times you just want to fall asleep. I have very little need of food or sleep. I need fluids and sex and that's about it. While I can tell you have plenty of fluid in this juicy cunt, you're built for exactly the kind of sex I like and need. Hard, fast and over and over again." I stabbed my fingers into her pussy and started finger-fucking her. I groped her tits through her little sweater.

"You can just keeping cheering me on all night long," I said. "I sure liked it when you did those splits earlier. Why don't you do them again, right on my cock."

She scrambled up on her knees, then stood over me on the bed. Without my instruction, she was going to do the whole cheer for me again. Nice touch. When she finished the cheer, she sank into the splits, carefully lining up her pussy with my cock and sliding right onto it. I couldn't help but grin. What a nice routine! Her big tits were popping out at me through that little sweater, the shape of her dark, turgid nipples dark well visible through the soft material. I filled my hands with them while she ground her hips against me, filling her cunt with my thick, veiny shaft. 

"That's what I call team spirit," I said. "Now shake those tits for me."

She started twisting her entire upper body back and forth as fast as she could, making her tits bounce and jiggle back and forth, bumping into each other one second and straining at the threads of the sweater the next. Her little pussy was clutching and twisting on my shaft, gripping it firmly in its warm, wet grasp. Her long legs stretched from one side of the bed to the other, her heels and bobbie socks turning me on as I let me eyes travel freely over her impeccable, olive-skinned body. 

People always wonder what my "type" is. Do I prefer blondes, brunettes, black, white, Asian, tits or ass? Honestly, none of that matters to me. I have no preference of one skin color or hair color or body part. I just like a beautiful woman with a firm body. Big tits are nice, but not essential. It's the total package that makes the difference – firm tits of any size, hard nipples, tight pussy, firm round ass, toned legs – and you can find all of that in women of every ethnicity. My "type" is a hot babe who wants and/or needs lots of hard cock, whether she knows it or not. 

Candi was definitely this type. She was hot and she was quickly finding out how much she needed and wanted my cock. I could see her already showing signs of a building orgasm and I wanted to make her cum again. I put my hands on her hips and started lifting her up and down on my cock while she continued to shake her tits for me. She came almost instantly, nearly falling over onto my chest, but I pushed her back up and kept right on slamming away. She came again, biting her lip to keep from screaming, gasping when I twisted her nipple and slapped her ass. 

"Get up, bitch," I grunted, pushing her up to her feet. She was straddling me, looking down as I held my cock, ready to explode. I decided to show her just how powerful my cock really was. "Lean over a bit and open up," I said. She looked at me skeptically since her heels made her six feet tall. Even with my foot-long rod, it was still a five-foot shot to hit the target. If she had her doubts, well, let's say I doused them.

I took good aim and fired my first shot. In basketball, they would have called it nothing but net. It didn't even hit her lips as it went straight into her mouth and didn't stop until it splattered against her tonsils and slid down her gullet. She looked stunned, nearly choking, but regaining her composure in time to take my second blast on her nose. The third hit her right eye and the fourth her left. The fifth went straight up her left nostril and the sixth clogged the right. She was now blinded and her airway partially blocked and I had plenty more to go. Ropey spurt number seven hit square in the middle of her forehead and numbers eight, nine and 10 filled her mouth. 

"Splits and suck," I said, not even giving her time to swallow. She quickly gulped down enough to gasp a quick breath, then did the splits on the bed again, bending over to suck my cock. My cum was obscuring her vision, so my cock bounced against her nose first, then her chin before she finally gobbled it up and sucked it dry. Without instruction, she swept the cum off her face and into her mouth, swallowing it all as quickly as she could.

She was still in the process of doing this when I laid her back and straddled her chest. I lifted her little sweater away from her rib cage and quickly slid my cock underneath it, letting it drop back down. My cock was now in the very cozy bed formed by the soft sweater and those two giant pillow sized tits. The tight sweater held her tits together so that they were squeezed around my cock. Between her soft skin and the soft sweater, it felt every bit as good as a pussy, mouth or ass. 

I looked down at her face as I slowly slid my cock back and forth. Cum still clung to her eyelashes and one nostril was still clogged. What a beautiful cum slut I had at my disposal. As I started thrusting faster and harder, my cock pressed against her throat and she tilted her head to let it brush her lips instead. My pace quickened and soon the lone button on her sweater – overmatched by her breasts and my girth – gave way, flying across the room as her tits sprang into full view. She alertly put her hands on them, squeezing them together as tight as she could, trying to maintain that soft sleeve for my shaft.

When I came this time, I aimed precisely at a different point on her forehead each time, lining up one thick rope of semen right next to the one before it. When I was done, it looked she was wearing a corduroy mask. Not an inch of skin was visible as my sheet of white, sticky foam clung to her face. I was truly an artist and her face was my living canvas. 

When she opened her mouth, it was like water going down a drain as my load steadily slid across her face, over her lips and onto her waiting tongue. She used her fingers to push and scoop and slide great puddles into her mouth, feeding herself with my protein shake. I got off the bed and watched, already plotting my next move but not wanting to rush this scene. I was stroking my cock, which was hardening once again, throbbing and bouncing like a heavyweight boxer before a fight, anticipating its next target. 

I decided that would be her ass as I made her do the splits on my cock again, this time plowing her ass for about 15 minutes while I jabbed her pussy with four fingers and teased her clit with my other hand. I counted four orgasms for her before I finally filled her asshole with a thick load of cum. I then made her kneel on her hands and knees and let the cum run out of her ass, over her pussy and drip into a cup that I held for her. When she was empty and the cup was full, you guessed it, she drank every drop. Watching her made my cock hard again, but I decided to give her a break. 

"You're doing great, Candi," I said, patting her cheek. "Take a break – freshen up, get something to drink, whatever you want. I'll check on your dad and be back. I want you to be naked except for your socks and heels, understood?"

"Yes sir," Candi said. "Thank you for checking on my father."

I slipped on a robe and checked in with Frankie, who eyed my crotch jealously, no doubt wondering why I had an erection but wasn't fucking sweet Candi. I know Frankie wanted to take care of it for me, but I just asked her about the patient. 

"He's not great," Frankie said. "He's resting, but he's fitful and he's not breathing well. His vitals are a little off, but stable. I think he'll have to go to the hospital soon."

I agreed, shaking my head sadly. "How's Candi?" Frankie asked. 

"Probably a little sore," I grinned, "but damn, she's flexible. And so far, nothing seems to faze her. I think you two have more in common than I thought. You can both make me hard even when you're not around." I pulled out my cock to give Frankie a peek. She dropped to her knees, ready to service me, but I pulled her gently back up by the hair.

"No, Frankie," I said. "This is Candi's night. You need to take care of him. She can take care of me."

I left Frankie horny and jealous and went back for more of my midnight snack. I didn't say a word as I entered the bedroom. Candi was sitting on the bed wearing only her heels and socks as requested. I pushed her back on the bed, then lifted her legs over her head and put her hands on her ankles, a silent command to hold them there. I let my eyes enjoy the view of her dark tits squished together before I slowly knelt down and took my first taste of that sweetest candy.

I pulled her moist labia apart and dipped my tongue into her juicy pussy. It was hot, moist and quite sweet. She moaned her approval and I began licking up and down her slit with long, wide swipes of my tongue, flattening it out to make it as wide as I could. I bathed her clit and curled my tongue inside her pussy, searching for that magical spot. I either found it or got very close, because Candi was moaning and writhing on the bed. Her hands went to the back of my head, holding me tight there, making sure I didn't leave until the job was done. Oh, how many women had I done the same thing to, holding them down on my cock until I was through with them.

I made Candi cum twice as my tongue teased and tasted her inside and out. As she wrapped up her second orgasm, I replaced my tongue with four fingers and finger-banged that hot little cunt through another orgasm. Then, I mounted that bitch, holding her legs over head still, and driving my cock deep into her cunt. She came as soon as my cock filled her and came again when I filled her snatch with my thick, rich cock sauce. 

Speaking for the first time since I came back in the room, I said, "Taste it." Candi dipped a finger into her pussy and put the cum-drenched digit to her lips like a kid licking the icing of a birthday cake. 

The rest of the night continued in much the same fashion. We never slept, taking only a few short breaks. I must have cum at least 10 more times and Candi wasn't far behind. It was about 6 a.m. when Frankie came into the room without knocking. Candi was on her knees, struggling to breathe as my cock slid in and out of her throat. She backed off and I sprayed her face like a firehose while Frankie reported the bad news, "Doctor, I think he's getting worse. His breathing is really shallow. I think we need to get him to a hospital." 

"OK," I said, not making Candi clean me off or lick the cum off her face this time as I knew the news was hard for her to hear. Frankie gave her a towel to wipe off her face. "Don't worry, Candi, we'll take care of him."

"But I can't afford a hospital," she cried. 

"We'll take care of it," I assured her. "Go clean up and get dressed – normal clothes except no bra and wear some heels, OK?"

"Yes sir."

Candi went to the bathroom, fighting off tears. I quickly cleaned up in another bathroom and got dressed, joining Frankie alongside Candi's father. After confirming Frankie's fears, I called a friend of mine at one of the local hospitals. Well, we weren't really friends – I don't have many, actually – but we were acquaintances and he owed me a favor. At a recent conference, I had allowed him to share one of my dates for the weekend. I had brought the Pargo twins with me and it seemed a shame to keep all that pussy to myself the whole time. So, thinking I might need a favor someday, I had allowed Dr. Virgil, who was a department head at the hospital, to enjoy one of them for a few hours. I knew he would never forget that.

"Dr. Virgil," I said, "this is Dr. Pound. Ready for next year's conference?"

"Hell yes!" he said. "Please tell me the twins will be there again."

"Oh, we'll have some fun all right," I assured him. "But right now, I'm afraid I need a favor."

"Sure, anything you need," he said. 

"I have a patient who's very sick but his daughter has no money to pay," I said. "Now, she's a very special friend of mine, so I want to help her out. I'm willing to pay part of the costs, but I need some help from you. Can you give us a good discount?"

"You got it," Virgil said. "I hope the daughter appreciates what you're doing for her."

"Oh, she's very appreciative," I assured him. "And flexible. She might be willing to show you some appreciation, too, if you make it worth her while."

"If you're telling me she's worth it," Virgil said, his breathing growing more rapid, "I'll give you 50 percent off and take another 25 percent off if she shows the proper amount of appreciation."

"How much?" I asked, then explaining her father's condition and the likely need for long-term care."

"Well, I'm sure she'll visit him every day," Virgil said. "If she visits me every other day for say, an hour each time, I think that would be fair, don't you?"

"Very," I said. "But it's up to her."

"I understand," Virgil said. "I'm sure you'll explain to her that it's in her father's best interests to ensure top medical attention."

"I think she'll get the point," I said. "Send over an ambulance and we'll see you in a little bit."

"It's on its way," Virgil said.

About 10 minutes later, the ambulance showed up and they took Candi's father out on a stretcher. Candi and I followed in her car and I sent Frankie home to get some sleep, reminding her to be prepared just in case I decided to drop in unannounced.

On the way to the hospital, I explained the financial situation to Candi. She was reluctant only for a second before understanding that she had no choice and resigned herself to pleasing Dr. Virgil. "But I still can't afford the other 25 percent," Candi whined. "And I can never repay you."

"Oh, I have an answer for that, too," I said. "You'll come work for me as my receptionist. In addition to taking calls and setting appointments, you'll be like Frankie – available to me for anything at anytime. A 24-hour call-girl, you might say. I'll pay all your father's bills and you'll work for me until you can pay them off."

"Oh, thank you so much!" Candi squealed. "That is so generous. I will be a very good employee, Dr. Pound. You won't be disappointed."

"I'm sure I won't."



The Bad Doctor's Sweet Tooth Pt. 02



CHAPTER 3: EVERYBODY NEEDS A PIECE OF CANDI

Dr. Virgil had made all the arrangements and Candi's father was quickly wheeled into a private room. After examining him and running some tests, they determined that he was too weak for any surgery and would need plenty of rest and treatment to build his strength. It was going to be a long road.

While he was telling us this, Virgil kept looking Candi up and down. Of course, she knew the deal and wasn't surprised by his leering. Candi had initially put on a pair of sensible jeans and a comfortable sweatshirt, but when I had struck the deal with Virgil, I had made her change into a mini-skirt, thong and halter top with no bra. It was far from scandalous, but certainly showed enough to let Virgil know what he was getting out of the deal. Her dark nipples were partially erect through her white halter top and her long legs were well displayed by the skirt and heels combination.

Virgil was about my age with the rugged body of a former amateur boxer, which he was. He was tall – about 6-2 – with dark hair, steely blue eyes and a constant 5 o'clock shadow. He always looked either cocky, angry or serious when I saw him. Right now, he was cocky, trying to sound smart as he condescendingly explained the situation to Candi.

"I understand, Doctor," Candi said. "Thank you so much for helping my father."

"You're welcome," Dr. Virgil said, glancing toward me. I nodded slightly. "And I understand you're extremely interested in our financial assistance plan. Your father is in good hands now, so why don't you come with me to my office and I'll explain it further."

I told Candi that I was going to go home and get some rest before my first patients of the day. I told her to go home after she was through with Dr. Virgil and get some sleep. "You'll start working for me tomorrow morning at 9," I said. "I think you know what to wear, don't you?"

"Yes sir," Candi said.

She left with Dr. Virgil and I headed straight to Frankie's apartment. I snuck in with me key, listening for any noises or indications that she was awake. Hearing none, I stripped off my clothes and padded quietly toward her bedroom. She was laying on her back, eyes closed, mouth slightly opened. I approached and gently pulled down the sheets, exposing her breasts. She stirred, but did not awaken.

Holding my cock in my hand, I started jacking off, studying her tits and thinking about what Candi was likely doing to Virgil right now. I took aim and fired away, shooting a big wad right into Frankie's mouth. She awoke with a start, sitting up just in time to catch my next shot on the chin. Gaining her senses, she scrambled toward me opening her mouth to catch the next three shots before covering my cock with her mouth and taking the last half of my load directly down her throat. 

After she swallowed and cleaned me, I pushed her back on the bed, put her legs over her head and played two-hole, alternating my cock between her ass and pussy, drilling both with a power and intensity that Frankie was now accustomed to and craved. She came repeatedly, as she often did, begging me to do it harder, deeper, to split her open and fuck her all day. I did my best to accommodate her requests, stretching those tight holes to their limits with a furious pounding that few women would have been able to take. But Frankie loved it. She was made for it and I gave it to her. I doused her big tits with cum and watched her lick it all off while I told her about Candi and Dr. Virgil. 

I told Frankie to take the day off and left her all sticky and happy as I went home. I saw two regular patients, then prepared for Amber, a new Hooters girl who was going to be stopping by at 4. Just about 3 p.m., I was surprised by a messenger dropping off a disk. There was a note attached: "Took the liberty of recording this. Thought you might enjoy the show. She's even better than the twins! Thanks for the tasty treat! Dr. Virgil."

I anxiously put the disk in and watched the video on my large-screen plasma TV. The camera was set in a corner of his office, apparently hidden since Candi never looked it. I decided there was no reason to tell her about it.

Virgil was very aware of the camera and made sure to keep Candi between it and himself as he stripped off her clothes. He made her bend over, her ass pointed at the camera, as he played with her thong and slapped her ass before pulling the panties off her long legs. He turned her away from him and cupped her tits, squeezing those big nipples, aiming them straight at the hidden camera while he made excited faces behind her back. 

He turned her back around and pushed her to her knees, presenting his cock – a full six inches shorter than mine – to her. She gobbled it up easily, deep-throating him easily, employing the many techniques we had refined during our all-night session. I thought about how exhausted she must be, yet she just kept sucking. 

Virgil was looking at the camera most of the time, pointing down at Candi or giving a thumbs up, in general acting like a frat boy showing off his prize Porsche that his rich daddy had bought for him. He was too excited and Candi was too talented for him to last long and he came quickly in her mouth. She swallowed his load, no doubt noticing the drastic difference in volume from mine.

He kissed on her and played with her tits and pussy for a while until he got hard again, then bent her over his desk and fucked her pussy. He lasted much longer this time and gave her pussy a good ride. I noticed she didn't cum, though. Finally, he pulled out and shot his load on her ass. Then, glancing at the clock, he sent her off to clean up. He walked proudly toward the camera once she was out of the room, wagging his now soft cock and holding up two fingers, indicating the number of times he had just fucked hot Candi. The camera switched off and that was it. 

Just watching Candi in action made me hard and I was anxious for my next appointment to show up. She never did for some reason, so at 4:30, I jumped in my car and went to Candi's house. She answered the door after a couple of knocks – I made a mental note to get a key from her so this delay wouldn't be necessary and I could enjoy 24-hour access such as I had with Frankie. She was wearing a long white t-shirt that came down to her mid-thighs and had obviously just woken up.

"Couldn't wait until tomorrow," I said, pulling open my pants to show her my cock. I pushed her back into the house and followed, locking the door behind me. I pulled her shirt off her then tugged down her white cotton panties. I picked her up and carried her to the couch, throwing her down on her back. I was so hot that I fucked even harder and faster than usual. Her pussy was barely wet when I pulled out and fed her a load of hot, sticky cum that dwarfed Virgil's pathetic output.

"So, how was Dr. Virgil?" I asked.

"He was OK, I guess," Candi said. "He's not very nice, but I guess I can't complain since he's doing me such a big favor."

"That's right," I said. "But I don't like him much either."

"Did you get enough sleep?" I asked. 

"Yeah, I think so," she said. 

"Good. Then why don't you go take a shower and let's go out and have some fun. I bet you could use a nice dinner."

"Sounds great!" Candi said. 

I took the liberty of looking around in her closet while she was showering. She was woefully low on slutty attire and I made a mental note to give her some money to go shopping. In the meantime, I had ample clothing at the house she could wear. But as far as tonight was concerned, I was going to have to be a little more creative.

I found a business suit with a skirt, blouse and vest. I wasn't interested in the skirt or the blouse, but the vest would work nicely. It was a cream color and had just two buttons near the bottom. It wasn't designed to cover her breasts, which were supposed to be covered by a bra and the blouse. Since she would be wearing neither, the idea of the vest intrigued me. 

I also found a pair of gray athletic shorts. They probably fit her perfectly and wouldn't be considered particularly sexy or revealing under normal circumstances, but a little work, I thought they would be quite appealing.

I had these items for her when she came out of the shower. She put on red thong first, then the shorts. As expected, they fit her perfectly normally, come to mid-thigh, not overly tight. So, I pulled them up as far as I could until her camel toe was revealed and the shorts covered only a few inches of her thighs. Then, I rolled down the tops of the shorts until the t-back of her thong came into view. Her regular shorts were now modified hot pants. I made them even hotter by slicing a slit up both sides to within an inch of the waistband at the top of the shorts.

Then she put on the vest. As expected, it took quite a bit of tucking and tugging to get her breasts inside and keep them there. A large portion of her cleavage was visible and the pull of her big breasts made the vest ride up so that it fell short of her belly button. One false move and one or both breasts would spill out.

She still had her heels from the night before and she put those back on to complete the picture. "You look great," I said, looking her up and down. "Definitely ready for a night on the town."

I took her to a nice restaurant where she drew judging stares from some and ogling from others, including our happy waiter. During dinner, I reminded Candi about my brother and how he could probably get her a part-time job if she needed it. 

"I'm going to try to get by with just one job for now so I have time to see my dad and repay you and Dr. Virgil," Candi said, "but I appreciate it and will definitely keep it in mind."

"Yeah, I'll take you to meet him after we leave," I said. 

"Oh, is his house near here?" Candi asked.

"No, but one of his clubs is," I said. "You see, he owns strip clubs in town. Do you want to be a stripper for him?"

"Not really," Candi said. "But I suppose I could if I had to make more money."

"Sure you could," I said. "Let's go meet him, just so he'll know who you are if you ever need a job."

I took her to the Sugar Shack, probably his nicest club and the one I knew he'd be at tonight. We went in and sat at one of the VIP tables. A waitress who I had fucked several times brought us our drinks and I told her we were there to see my brother, Bart. He's three years younger than me and is the only person I've shared my inventions with. He stopped growing his cock at 10 inches and uses the cum producer and libido inducer regularly. 

Candi and I watched a few of the girls on stage and I even bought a table dance, letting Candi get a closeup view of how this all worked. She didn't seem shocked or offended, just interested, taking it all in. I didn't bother to tell her that there wasn't a girl in this building that I hadn't fucked. She'd learn all that soon enough.

After about 20 minutes, Bart stopped by and I introduced him to Candi, explaining her situation and how she might need a job in the future. 

"Well, you certainly have the right credentials," Bart said, nodding toward her tits and legs. "Anytime you need a job, you just give me a call."

"Thank you, sir," Candi said. "You've all been so nice to me."

"No problem," Bart said. "I hope your dad feels better. Drinks are on me tonight, so you two have fun."

After an hour of lap dances, shots and more, Candi was trashed and I was pretty horny. Bart came by to see how we were doing. I was doing just fine. I had Candi's top open and was playing with her tits. She was half-awake, giggling and stroking my cock through my pants. "Take me home and fuck me," Candi giggled.

"Looks like you're going to have a fun night," Bart said. He had his share of hot pussy at his disposal, but he couldn't help but salivate at Candi's hard body.

"Sure am," I said. "Care to join me?"

"Really?"

"Oh yeah," I said. "I think she's up for it, don't you?"

"Definitely."

We left and took Candi to my house where George was diligently watching the place. Candi staggered into the house, drunk, her tits jiggling out of her vest. "George, meet Candi," I said. George had seen this sort of thing many times before and wasn't surprised by Candi's appearance. But he was surprised when I added, "Candi's our new receptionist starting tomorrow morning. Tonight's sort of an orientation. Care to join us?"

Now, George was a portly, older man, in his early 60s, but thanks to Frankie, he had an outstanding sex life and a taste for fine pussy. "Sure! Are you sure it's OK?"

"Oh yeah," I said. "I think we're safe tonight and, besides, as an employee, one of your perks is sex with the female staff. Your options just doubled!"

"She looks like a fine choice, sir," George nodded, checking out Candi's ass as she stumbled over the first stair to my upstairs living accommodations.

"She is," I assured him. "I fucked her all last night and she's still horny, so I figure the only way to put out this fire is with more cocks. She loves it any way she can get it. What do you feel like, George, mouth, ass or pussy?"

George studied her for a moment and declared, "Pussy." 

"Pussy it is," I said. "Bart, what's your pleasure?"

"Gotta be ass," he said.

"Then I'll just enjoy a fine blowjob," I said. "Of course, we don't have to stop at one. I think there's plenty of time and opportunity for us each to enjoy all the major attractions."

I ripped Candi's clothes off and handed her to Bart to feel up while George lay on the floor, his hard cock pointing straight up. Bart and I carefully lowered the drunk slut on to his cock. Then, Bart pushed her forward and inserted his cock into her ass. I then knelt next to George and pulled Candi's mouth toward my cock. We quickly worked up a good rhythm, filling her body with approximately two and a half feet of cock. 

Her exhausted, drunk body was half-limp as we squeezed and rubbed and felt all over her, pushing and twisting her in all directions as we derived pure pleasure from the amazing gifts Candi's body provided. 

George came first in her pussy, then held on for the ride as Bart and I pounded away. I pulled out and sprayed her face and then stepped back as Bart pushed her to the floor and rolled her on her back, also dousing her face with a load comparable to mine. She was literally blanketed by a sheet of cum, her face unrecognizable beneath our prodigious serving of man sauce. She was nearly passed out in her fucked, drunken stupor, but I pinched her nipple lightly and got her attention, telling her to open her mouth while I used a spoon to shovel large helpings of cum into her waiting gullet.

When she was mostly cleaned up, I let Bart and George tag team her ass and pussy – George in her ass and Bart in her pussy, while I watched. They fucked her hard, tossing her lithe body around as they pounded her holes and filled them with more wads of thick cream. By the time they finished, she was nearly unconscious, so I sent them home and carried her to my bed. I let her sleep until the alarm went off at 7. The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was my hard cock, which I tapped lightly against her check before rolling onto my back and pulling her on top of me. I made those tits jiggle so hard they nearly poked her eye out as I tossed her up and down on my cock.

"I don't even remember coming over here," she said when I was done. 

"Well, you were a little out of it," I said. "But it's time to gather your senses. Go clean up and I'll find you something to wear for your first day on the job."

THE BAD DOCTOR'S SWEET TOOTH

By DL Sloan

CHAPTER 4: AN ALL-DAY SUCKER

Despite being emotionally drained by her father's illness, physically exhausted from 36 hours of virtually non-stop fucking and dealing with a hangover, Candi looked fantastic for her first day of work. I dressed her in an all white leather catsuit. It was skin tight, hugging close to her braless tits and prominently displaying her puffy cameltoe. She wore high heels with red lipstick and her hair in a ponytail.

I was glad to see that Frankie seemed genuinely happy to see Candi. Of course, if she knew Candi had spent a second night in a row with me, she might not have been so pleased. No real need to tell her that, though. 

"Welcome aboard," Frankie said. "If you have any questions about anything, just ask."

While Frankie showed her around the office, I saw my first patient who was complaining of a sore knee. When I was done with him, I saw that my next patient had cancelled. I had a 45-minute window, so I called Candi back into my office. Now, it takes a lot to wear me out, but the last two days had even worn me down a little. I was in the rare mood for a long, slow fuck. Or in this case, suck.

I sat on my couch and had Frankie sit next to me. I pulled her tits out and started sucking on them while I had Candi kneel down and start sucking my cock. "We're in no rush this time," I told her. "Long and slow, like an all-day sucker. Got it?"

"Yes sir." Instead of deep-throating me and bobbing her head up and down as she fought back the urge to gag, this time she teased and licked my cock a few inches at a time, spending a lot of time and attention on the head, of course. She licked and nibbled at my balls and ran her tongue up and down the entire length of my shaft. She sucked on just the head, then stuffed it into her cheek and rubbed it along her gums. 

All the while, I played with Frankie's tits and let her stick her tongue down my throat. I just relaxed and enjoyed the female attention for a while, finally noting that the next patient was due in about five minutes. I let loose with my load, sending it streaming down Candi's throat. As it started to spill out, Frankie quickly dropped to the floor to lap up the overflow. They both used their talented mouths to clean me off, then licked the cum off each other's faces. I just watched, enjoying the show and thinking what a great addition Candi was to the staff. 

I enjoyed that relaxed three-way so much, I decided to do the same thing at lunch. Candi once again put her overworked jaws to use, sucking my cock for 55 minutes straight. Never once did she stop or complain. She just kept using her tongue, lips, cheeks, throat and anything else she could think of to please me. I've had great blowjobs before, but never had I experienced a girl with such remarkable talent AND stamina. Even Frankie was impressed, offering to switch at one point.

"No," I said. "Candi's doing great. I think she could suck me 8 hours a day if I asked her to. Couldn't you?"

"Mmm-hmm," was the muffled response as she continued her fine work. 

"But I bet she could use some support," I said. "Frankie, why don't you cheer her on?"

Frankie hopped off the couch, tossing her top aside so that her bouncy tits could fly free for me. Making like a cheerleader, she jumped and twirled as she formed a cheer in her head. 

"Yeah, Candi, she's so hot,

She eats cock and cum a lot.

If she can't suck it no one can

She can please any man!

Go Candi!"

Then she went right into another one:

"Six inches, eight inches, 12 inches or more.

Wave your cock and she'll drop to the floor!"

Frankie bounced around, kicking her legs as her long dark hair flew around and her tits jiggled invitingly. I applauded her efforts, then told her to go ahead and help Candi. "You lick my balls and shaft," I instructed, "let her take care of the head."

I lay my head back, closed my eyes and just absorbed that pleasure brought about by two very talented mouths. They worked very well in tandem, matching pacing and techniques, complementing one another as they hummed a virtual symphony on my cock. I held out for 55 minutes total before bathing their tonsils in another creamy gusher. As Candi headed back to her desk, I wondered if her jaws would allow to her speak and answer the phone. I chuckled at the thought of giving her lock jaw through extended blowjobs. Explain that one to the dentist.




The Bad Doctor's Sweet Tooth Pt. 02



That afternoon I only had follow-up appointments with existing employees of my brothers. I scheduled these to make sure I had a steady supply of pussy. After all, there wasn't a new girl every day looking for a job. So, I recycled some of my previous conquests. While these were always enjoyable – we're talking world-class babes here, so it's not like you get tired of fucking them – I decided to have some more fun with my newest employee. Her stamina at sucking cock had me intrigued. I decided to see just how long she could go. 

I let her go to the hospital to visit her father and then instructed her to come straight back to me.

I invited Bart over to watch a football game, knowing that it would last at least three hours. I told him to bring whatever playmate he wanted or that he could borrow Frankie if he wanted. He chose Frankie, who was willing to settle for my brother's two less inches in order to get fucked good. 

I loved Candi in that catsuit, so I had her keep that on while Frankie changed into a white tank top, cutoff shorts and some heels. 

"Here's the deal," I said to Candi as the game was getting ready to start. "I want to see just how long you can suck my cock. I bet Bart that you can suck it for the entire game, from start to finish. If I'm right, he'll pay for one week of your father's hospital stay. If I'm wrong and you can't do it, you have to strip at his club for a week with no pay."

"OK," Frankie said. "May I have some water?"

"Yes, you can have a drink now and Bart agreed to let you take a 30-second break at the end of each quarter and a five-minute break at halftime. Otherwise, no stopping. Even if I cum, you just swallow and keep on sucking, understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Now, we have a side bet that Bart can't last a whole quarter without cumming. He has to let Frankie ride him or suck him or whatever she wants to try. If he can last a full quarter, she has to work for him for a week and if he can't, he has to pay her $1,000."

"Sounds like fun," Candi said. "When do we start?"

"Right now," I said, pointing to the TV. "As soon as he kicks the ball, you start. OK, here we go."

Bart and I were both sitting on separate couches, our respective cum receptacles both positioned between our legs, sucking our cocks. As you would expect, Candi took it slow and easy, with lots of licking and kissing and sucking, but also a few good deep throats and ball licks to keep things exciting.

Frankie, on the other hand, was working it hard already, deep throating Bart, gagging and slurping on his cock, stroking his balls with her hand, rubbing her tits against his thighs. Both Bart and I just sat back, arms folded across our chests, enjoying the fine service and the football game. 

But it didn't take long for Frankie to start getting to Bart. She's an incredibly beautiful and sexy woman with amazing talents, so I knew it wouldn't be easy for him. She had switched from cocksucking to riding his cock, putting her tits in his face. He kept making halfhearted efforts to look around her to see the game, but put up little actual resistance as she smothered him with her ample knockers. She was riding and grinding him with that tight little pussy that I knew so well. She kept whipping her long, soft dark hair in his face as she made an exaggerated show of bouncing and writhing, her cries so loud I wasn't sure if she was cumming or faking it.

Either way, it got to Bart about halfway through the first quarter. He gave in, put his hands on her hips and flooded her pussy with the only load that could rival mine for volume. "Fuck it," he grunted, "this is worth every penny." 

I just laughed and called him a wimp. Of course, I was getting fairly close myself. Even going slow, Candi was masterful with her mouth. Just watching that tight body in that tight white catsuit, looking into those dark almond eyes and studying her technique as those dark red lips sucked and pulled and kissed and her cheeks hollowed around my cock – well, it was pretty spectacular. As the first quarter ended, I put my hand on the back of her head and held her in place as I sent my first load of the evening directly into her stomach. I finished just in time for her 30-second water break and then she went right back to work, licking my still erect, cleaning off one load while another began to form.

She took a new position this time, climbing on the couch next to me and basically putting her head in my lap. I'm sure her neck and back muscles as well as her knees were sore from all the kneeling she had done all day. Frankly, I didn't care what position she was in as long as my dick was in her mouth. 

Bart, meanwhile, had Frankie in a doggie style position on the couch and I noticed that he would fuck her in the ass while one team had the ball and in the pussy when the other team had it. Frankie, of course, was loving it and there was no question now that she was cumming over and over again as Bart drilled her with the second-biggest cock she'd ever had and the only one besides mine that really satisfied her (though she always did a good job of selling it to George that he was getting her off).

Bart came all over her back and then gave her a break for the rest of the first half. They sat and watched Candi and the ball game, both entertaining in their own right, though I think Candi was certainly more eye-catching. In her current position, I had a great view of her ass, which was within reach. The catsuit had a zipper in the crotch, so I undid that and played with her panty-less pussy, which was literally oozing. She was so excited. She was the only one in the room who hadn't cum yet and she was aching for it. I told Bart to call George up.

A few minutes later, George was on the couch behind Candi, his cock buried in her cunt while she kept sucking me. He didn't last long in that hot twat, but it was long enough for Candi to get off once. After George went back to work, I stoked Candi's fire, finger-banging her to another orgasm while Bart and Frankie cheered her on. 

I managed to hold off until halftime and gave Candi her five minute break. She went to the bathroom and took several drinks of water. She spent a lot of time stretching her back and legs. She was in great shape and it showed. This was really a test of her stamina and fitness and she was passing with flying colors. If she made it all three hours – and I was now convinced she would – she would have spent no less than 5 hours sucking cock today. Amazing.

"What's the matter, Candi?" Bart chided her. "Feeling a little sore? You've already impressed me. You can stop now."

"No way," Candi smiled back. "I don't stop until he tells me to. I owe it to him and to my father."

"You just like sucking cock," Bart said sarcastically.

"That too," Candi agreed. "But either way, I'm not going to lose this bet."

For the second half, I turned Candi upside down. Her mouth was still on my cock, of course, but now her legs were over the back of the couch and her pussy was in my face. I licked and ate that juicy little cunt, savoring her natural sweetness. Because of the no stopping rule, she wouldn't really be able to change positions until the end of the quarter. The blood was rushing to her head, no doubt, but her knees were getting a break at least. 

I came a few minutes into the third quarter. Being upside down made swallowing a little more challenging, but Candi forged ahead valiantly. She coughed and sputtered a few times, sending cum spraying out of her nose, but she maintained that mouth-to-cock contact and took the whole thing. 

Frankie and Bart had been enjoying the show, especially when they saw white sauce shooting out of her nose. I'm pretty sure they were both jealous and Frankie was soon on her knees, sucking cock once again.

I made Candi cum once more with my mouth on her clit and then she collapsed onto the floor as the third quarter ended. I decided to take things easy on her in the fourth quarter. I let her lay on her back on the couch with her head hanging backward over the arm. I stood over her, aiming my cock down her throat while I played with her leather-covered tits. Other than the strain on her neck and jaws, this was the easiest position for Candi to be in and she was well on her way to winning the bet. This night of fun was becoming very expensive for my brother, but I don't think he minded a bit. 

He had Frankie on her knees now and was absolutely reaming out her asshole, fucking her every bit as hard as I ever did. Her tits were flying all over the place and her moans told me that she was loving it. 

I came twice more in Candi's mouth, the last one just as the game was ending. It lasted three hours and 15 minutes, by far the longest continuous blowjob I'd ever had. 

_________

That capped Candi's first day on the job. She, Frankie and George have been with me ever since. I'm sorry to say that her father passed away a few months later. Probably the only bright spot was that Candi was no longer indebted to Dr. Virgil. 

I know I'm a self-proclaimed self-centered prick, but I honestly would have let Candi leave after her father's death if she had asked. The money was a non-factor. The bills were all paid and I could certainly afford it. She had more than earned everything I had given her. But, after taking two weeks off to sort things out, including selling her father's house, Candi came back to work. Shortly thereafter, she moved in with Frankie, so my single apartment key now unlocks a couple of tempting midnight pussy choices – and frequently some fantastic three-ways. 

I still love my daily pussy variety, but if I had to limit myself to two playmates, it would be hard to top Candi and Frankie. 

THE END