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(MF) *** So why did I believe my boyfriend loved me even when there were plenty of signs that I was just convenient? People see what they want to see? Whatever the reasons for my self-delusion, it was cleared up quickly when I told him I was pregnant. I had prepared a special meal, all of his favorites, with a big surprise at the end: cute baby booties in pink and blue. He was surprised. He was not happy. So we had a heart-to-heart (translation: big fight) during which it became clear, even to me, that he didn't love me, didn't really want me, and definitely didn't want my 'surprise'. He left. I threw a two-day pity party and then I picked myself up and started planning for life with me and the Surprise without him. I found a nice OB/GYN. He came highly recommended. He was really old, like fifty-five. But I was told he was very experienced and had a special touch with expectant mothers so I made an appointment. He was really understanding and easy to talk to. He had me come to see him once a week. All my friends that had babies said that was a lot and asked if there were any problems but I told them the Doctor said everything looked great. He told me I was his favorite patient and he wanted to keep a close watch on me. I was worried about not having any health insurance but Doctor Jackson just said to not worry about a thing. He scheduled me at the end of the day and made the arrangements himself to keep me from being billed. Since I came at the end of the day, often all the cloth robes had already been used. It seemed rude to complain since Dr. Jackson was being so considerate so I got into the habit of just taking off my clothes and waiting on the exam table. Dr. Jackson was always very thorough. He said he wanted to make sure I was 100%. I was touched that he spent so much time with me at the end of what must have been busy days. Every week when I'd see Dr. Jackson we'd talk about how life was going. I didn't know what I was going to do. I'd never wanted to raise a baby without a father so we talked about the possibility of giving the baby up for adoption. Even though I had a well-paying job, money was tight since my boyfriend had left. There was the rent, the usual bills, and all the expenses of getting ready for the baby. I didn't know what to say when Dr. Jackson brought up the idea of helping out financially. "But Dr. Jackson, you're already helping out so much by giving me medical care. It wouldn't be right to let you do any more. It just wouldn't be fair." I finally managed to say. "I thought you might feel that way Shelly, so maybe we could work out a trade." "A 'trade'?" Maybe I would have thought more clearly if Dr. Jackson hadn't been examining me during this conversation. It's hard to concentrate when you're naked on an examining table, your feet in the stirrups, spread wide and open with a man's hand inside of you, moving, exploring, stretching. Dr. Jackson had explained that regular stretching of the birth canal would make things easier when the baby came but his stretching exercises always got me so excited it was embarrassing. "I need a special assistant, Shelly. I would be happy to help you financially if you were willing to help me physically." "Physically, Sir?" "I want to use your body, through the rest of your pregnancy and for some time after that. In return, I will help you and it seems as if you enjoy my attention." With that, Dr. Jackson twisted his hand inside me causing me to cum. I arched on the table. I never could think when I was cumming like that. I could be talked into anything. "Anything" I gasped "Anything you want." And that's how it started. Instead of seeing the doctor once a week, I went to see him each afternoon at the end of the business day. After my day at work ended and after all the other doctors and office staff had cleared out, I would enter a side door at the practice with the key I had been given and go where I was wanted. Unless I had been told otherwise, I would go to the examination room and take off my clothes and wait for my Doctor on the table with my feet in the stirrups. I was often told otherwise. My cell phone would ring while I was at work and he'd say "I want you in the waiting room." or "Come to me in my office" and I'd know I'd be bent over a chair in the waiting room or laid out across his desk. I was amazed at how many different things the human body could do. It was if he wanted to try every fantasy that had crossed his mind in thirty years of examining women's bodies. I would be stretched, twisted, tied. I was fucked in every way I had heard of and many I hadn't. I came to love being Dr. Jackson's toy. As the time passed and my body changed, the time I spent in his office each day became my focus and ideas of a life with the baby faded into the background. At some point I told Dr. Jackson I wanted his help to find a good family for the baby, one where there would be a mother and father. He knew enough infertile women that I had plenty to choose from. I started to worry about the changes that would come after the baby was born. Would Dr. Jackson even want me when I was no longer pregnant? I told him of my fears and he laughed "After the baby is born there are so many more things we can do." he said "I can't wait to have you come feed me every day." he said, tweaking my nipple. In the end, everyone was happy. The boyfriend was gone with no responsibilities. A family was formed with a much loved child. And I met Dr. Jackson. And he met me. 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