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NSFW: "The Head Doctor" (Prose fiction)

Friday
Summer...Late summer.
10: 20 pm.

The summer rain was coming down harder outside. I feared maybe he was stuck on the side of the highway in a flood..They had predicted flash floods and that scared me to death. Besides,  The "Doctor" was hardly ever late... this was past his "house call time".

'I wish he would hurry...."

I looked at the clock in my bedroom. I had just showered and slathered on a nice amount of Johnson's Shea Baby Oil Gel and a fresh tank top and  Nike workout shorts. Nothing fancy. He liked that I was simple. I sprayed a little Michael Kors behind my ears, between my thighs. Give him something to linger. The scent of me is what he loved most...what would last well beyond this night. I put on the Ipod to the mix I like to call..."The Doctor's Orders" Made just for him..especially for nights like this. It's 138 songs..but of course..we never really know how many songs pass or play once the night is over. I hear Twista's "Wetter" come on the Bose speakers....I let out a girlish giggle. How appropriate.

I hear a knock at my door.  A little tap. He must have followed a car behind to enter my gated community.

"Damn..that was fast despite the rain..."

There he is, standing there totally drenched.. He takes a step inside. Takes off his soaked shoes and shirt. His honey brown skin glistening from the rain. His facial hair laying flat due to the mist. His low fade having even deeper waves.  He smiles... God, that smile....

He says....

"I'm all wet...."
"I see..."
"Ready for me to make it wetter? Bring the rain inside?"

I smile...and bite my lip...

"Absolutely...you know what you're here for right?
"Always"
"That..and only that.."
"I know. That and only that......."

I turn to walk into the bedroom but he grabs me, turns me around and kisses me. Soft lips, the taste of  minty Chap-Stick and the faint smell of  Gucci Pour Homme...He knew that was my favorite. That slick, son of a b*tch.... I feel the walls of my pussy tighten. Anticipating... I resist the ache...for now .He's all wet...He's making me wetter.

In one fail swoop, he picks me up, putting me on the breakfast bar. I give him a raised eyebrow. He knows I don't like to start things here...not so rushed..not so fast. HE smiles slyly...

"Let me just get a quick taste..."
"No..."
"Not fully....just...anticipatory tastes.."

He spreads my legs as I am seated on the breakfast bar. Thank God he's always been taller than me. He rubs his hands between my legs, careesing my thighs, and finally at the imprint of my "sweetness". He rubs and rubs...and I get hotter and hotter.. He then lowers his head, licks my thighs. I let out a soft moan....He moves his head to the middle of my shorts. I can feel the heat radiating from there...just begging for him to dive in.

Then I feel it....

His tounge, stiff and moist, licking through my shorts. The material thin enough to rub against my clitoris every time his tounge touched me.  I moan louder and louder. The inside of my shorts getting wetter and wetter, and not even sure who was producing the rainfall, me or him. Whoever it was...whatever it was...I liked it.

He stops and smiles. Knowing he has me in his sinful clutches. He comes back up to kiss me...He grabs my ample hips and takes me off the breakfast counter. I hold his hand...and lead him to the bedroom. I sit on the edge of the bed.  My eyes cast upon the gorgeous Chocolate Adonis standing before me. His skin, that golden honey brown, still damp. I give him the once over with my eyes...from head to toe..finally landing on his crotch. I see the imprint of a pulsating, throbbing manhood through his jeans. I raise an eyebrow...and heed a warning:

"Just that...ok??"
"Yes..only that, baby...I know"
"Mmmhmm....good"

He grabs my legs..and pulls me toward the edge of the bed. His hands, firm, pull my shorts down..then slide them off. He just stares at it....the Brazilian wax from weeks before still perfectly appealing. He licks his fingers, his thumb and index, and parts my flower...He just stares at it. This is what I love most about "The Doctor". He's thorough in his "examination". He licks his lips...

"She's so pink....so pink..so pretty...you smell so good"

At that very moment, my walls contract. He takes notice.  His grin turns quite devlinish. He rubs my clit, slowly, softly, fingers still wet for the rain, his moistness, and my own. He looks into my eyes. licks his lips. Then licks his fingers. I moan and arch  my back, anticipating what was to come..

He puts his hands on my legs, spreads them open, and begins to trace his tounge around my inner thights...first the left...for what seemed like hours....then the right...for what lasted an eternity. I was ready. More than ready... and he knew it. Yet...he had to ask, for his own selfish gratification:

"You ready for my tounge, babe?"
"Yes...don't talk......."

He smirks, uses his fingers to part me wider, and licks me slowly. I feel his breath on my clitoris, blowing slowly, inhaling, exhaling.  The air on my clitoris was too much. It was driving me wild. His tounge was stiff, as stiff as what was in his pants, and he began to move in and out...up and down....around. The wetness and scent was enveloping. I moaned, grabbing his muscular biceps which were perched upon my supple thighs. It was too much to handle...I threw my head back, feeling my hair fall on the bed...my nipples erect through my tank. Damn..he hadn't even touched those, I thought. He didn't have to. My body always perfectly reacted to his...

He was still licking. I could hear him moaning.  He pushed my legs up, knees to my ears. Then I felt his lip move slowly to my clitoris and he began to suck, lightly at first, Then harder...harder..non-stop. I was going crazy. I was shaking and moaning. I kept trying to push his head away, to give me a breather but he'd just hold my hands down, his hands firmly on my wrist so that I wouldn't move...

"You gotta take it baby....take it.."

I obeyed. The one and only time he could dominate me and I wouldnt fight him. Finally, the shaking stopped and my body relaxed into his tounge...responding and receiving, with short electric waves of orgasm. My whole body was hot, feverish. I had been thinking about this so badly...I wanted him badly....but I knew "The Head Doctor" was only here for that very purpose: spectacular head.

I felt him licking and sucking, then I felt something firmer. His fingers, two, were inside me while he licked me. He moved them in and out, curving them to hit my g-spot. He knew that inner part of me, the depths of my sexual heat. He moved them...knowing that if he moved them in the right way, a sexual explosion would happen. I felt it building up...building, building.......I was moaning, squirming, until finally.....the geyser of my wetness was too much to bear....he let me....explode...wet.....all over his fingers...some even on the lips. He moaned in satisfaction............his job was done.

I pulled his head up toward my face and kissed him...hard. Tasting what was the taste of me all over his lips, moving my tounge in his mouth and over his lips. Sweet, sexual....it was gratifying. He smiled, satisfied at his job. As he lifted away from me, I saw that his pants had the faint stain of wetness in them. He too, had been pleased. He wiped his mouth and goatee. He licked his lips. He adjusted himself in his pants, winked, and walked toward the door. He whispered.."I smell you....taste you"

"I gotta go babe...call me.........for next time"
"I will.......but if it's raining like this...don't come."
"Nothing can keep me from that...nothing. And nothing can keep me from you "cuming""


....and I locked the door.....lying in my bed.....listening to the fainting whisper of summer's last rain....which was no match for the shower that occured just minutes before.

Next time....I'd have to return the favor.


FIN

Comments

  1. I need an appointment with my Head Doctor...too bad he so far away and isn't available for house calls. Every man needs to give this type of amazing head.

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  2. Stimulating read. Lol. Surprised that you went ahead and posted.

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  3. Blogger ate my initial comment, kinda lengthy. But the basis was kinda shocked that there are men who are completely satisfied with simply pleasing the woman, orally. I guess those are the real men.

    Good, stimulating read.

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  4. Well Don..there are plenty of men who are cool with that and don't do anything else nor have to do anything else. All they wanna do is make you happy :)

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  5. @Don Would it be ok if thats all a women did to/for you?

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