Seeking Dr. Long's Recommendation

Things had been going really well. I had been playing volleyball with the same group of girls for a few years and we started getting to know each-other's styles of play. I was not the tallest girl in the squad and became good at getting to any balls that came my way. Slowly we started to win tournaments for our school and eventually, we even won the state championships!

I had applied to colleges hoping to get some money from an athletic scholarship. I was very excited to finally hear that I had been accepted to my top school and offered a full ride to play volleyball. The girls and I decided to celebrate, so we got some vodka and threw a party at my friend's house. I was fooling around, giving a guy a blow-job in the treehouse (I was a little tipsy). He came so quickly that I was surprised and fell out of the tree. During the fall, I had injured my quad and the volleyball coach at my perspective college freaked out, threatening to pull back on the scholarship. She wanted the college doctors to look at my leg, but my Dad said he had a friend who could take a look and hopefully (fingers crossed) make a recommendation for me.

So he set up the appointment with his golf buddy, Dr. Long. I got lost on the way to the doctor's office, so I was a few minutes late. I arrived feeling flushed. The receptionist gave me a clipboard with some paperwork to fill out, which I rushed through. I sure hope I did it right.

A nurse appeared over me suddenly, "Hi, I am Nurse Debbie. Ms. Orel, you can follow me please." I look up and notice her looking down my tank top, which I admit was low cut. It sure didn't help that my boobs are D-cups and look rather large on my small, athletic body. I was wearing a tank top and jeans, with my hair in a ponytail. The top of my bra cups and the straps on my shoulders are visible under the snug top.

I smile at her, "You can call me Stacy." I stood and followed the nurse, leaving the paperwork on the receptionists desk. As I walk behind the nurse, I am thinking that her skirt is pretty short for a nurse. It was almost more like a slutty nurse's halloween costume. She leads me into the exam room.

"Ok, Ms. Stacy Orel. Have a seat, please." She nods at the exam table, which is covered by one of those thin paper sheets and closes the door behind me. Walking past her, I sit on the table. There is also a paper gown on the table, neatly folded. Looking at her clipboard, she says "You are here to have your injured right quad evaluated?"

"Yes, I need the doctor's approval for a college scholarship to play volleyball."

"I heard that you are quite talented," she says, looking at me and smiling. I again notice that her gaze seems to lingers on my chest. "I need to get a few basic measurements. Please remove your clothes and put on the paper gown." She looks back down at the clipboard, waiting.

"Uhhm, you want me to get naked -- like right here in front of you?" I felt flushed again.

"Stacy, I only leave the room for our male patients. If I leave and come back, you will only have to wait longer to see the doctor. Please, its nothing I haven't seen before. Are you normally shy?" She asks, walking around the table behind me.

"No, not at all. I've just never had a doctor or nurse stay in the room with me while I changed." Even though she was still in the room, I felt less shy since I couldn't see her. I pulled my tank top over my head, then standing, I unbutton my jeans and wiggle out of them.

The nurse hands me the paper gown. "You will also need to take off your bra and panties, Stacy."

I reach back and release my bra, catching it with my other hand as my breasts try to spring free. I pull the bra out from between my arm and my naked skin. My D-cups are spilling over as I try to slip into the paper gown. Finally, I give up modesty and let my tits swing free. The nurse smiles as she holds the gown over me. I put my arms up and she pulls the gown down. It is not large enough for my tits. She has to pull hard over my breasts to get the gown on. I feel her fingers graze my nipples and we both smile at eachother as she finally gets the paper over my chest. The nurse pulls the gown the rest of the way down. "Now please remove your panties, dear." I look at her with an expression that says "you've got to be kidding me!" She seems to understand, "It is standard procedure for everyone. I need to get an accurate weight measurement."

Sighing, I slide my panties off and put them with the rest of my clothes. The paper gown is barely long enough to cover my shaved pussy and I can feel a slight cool breeze on the bottom of my ass. I feel my nipples stiffen again.

The nurse smiles, "It is a bit chilly in here, but this is how Dr. Long prefers his office. Now, please step onto the scale." She places her hands on my hips as I turn to guide me, which I found strange. She measures my height and weight. "Ok, good. Now, please just have a seat and I will call in the doctor." I hop back on the table as she closes the door.

Waiting, I am a bit uncomfortable. The paper gown makes a crinkling sound whenever I move on the table. I cross my legs, trying to be modest. Finally, the door handle clicks and the door swings open as the doctor enters the exam room.

He enters the room staring at his chart. "Hello Stacy -- I am Dr. Long. Your father told me you have injured your upper thigh?"

I shift in the paper gown, aware of the fact that I am completely nude with only a thin paper covering me. "That's right Dr. Long, we were hoping you could look at it before I am evaluated for my scholarship." His eyes meet mine, then his gaze drops to my chest. It lingers there and I'm almost positive I saw a slight twitch behind his pants.

He clears his throat, "Yes, your father mentioned the scholarship. You must be quite the ball player."

I smile proudly, nodding.

He sternly responds, "I'd like to conduct a full physical and then we will see about your quad." He instructs me to lay back as he begins examining me. His touch seems to be very firm and exploratory, more than other doctors. He stands very close to me when he checks my breathing. At one point, he stands so close that I can actually feel his dick against my leg through his pants. He seems to be looking at me suggestively, causing me to blush. His cock seems to be getting stiffer against me. Finally, he steps back.

"I'd like to take a look at your thigh, please stretch it out for me, Stacy." He kneels between my legs as I straighten my leg. My face becomes flush again as I realize he is only inches away from my pussy and I'm not wearing panties! The gown is barely covering me and I'm sure he can see right up it! He probes my leg, moving higher toward my pubic area. I instinctively shift, at which point he slides the gown up a few inches, fully exposing me. I bite my lip. I am excited and worried that I might leave a wet spot on the paper covering the table. He feels along my thigh as he turns until he is facing me. So far, he has not acknowledged by bare, shaven, moist cunt. His palm is against my thigh where my leg meets my body. I am so turned on, I can barely breathe!

Meeting my gaze, he says "Does this hurt?" "No, sir" I stammer. He drops his gaze and blatantly stares at my tits. He casually places his hand directly over my pubic mound.

Still staring straight at my chest, he says "Well, I have good news and bad news, Stacy. I believe you have a mild sprain and will be just fine accepting your scholarship."

"That's great news, whew, I am so relieved!" I am looking right at him and he looks me in the eye now.

Then he says "I have to admit that you have made me quite excited, young lady," and starts to stand. As he rises, my eyes fall on his crotch. His pants are poking out where his dick is and he is so close to me that his erection is almost touching my chin!

My jaw drops, "Oh, my..." I am staring directly at it.

The doctor walks around me, talking. I am so distracted that I completely miss whatever he just said, but the last words he said are "hard-on."

"Doctor, I'm afraid I don't understand..." I say as he fiddles with the table behind me. I half turn to look at him, tugging on the gown nervously. He says calmly, "Please lie back, Ms. Orel."

"If I could just get dressed now, I'm sure..." I trail off when I feel him place his hands on my shoulders.

"Be a good girl, Stacy and just lie back, do as Dr. Long says." He presses down firmly on my shoulders, but I resist him.

"But my daddy-"

He cuts me off, "Your daddy sent you here and he told me exactly how important this scholarship is to you and your family." He is pushing hard now and I am straining to sit up, but he is strong. He is forcing me down. My mind is racing as I lie back. "Good, that's a good girl." He lets go and I try to relax, but the headrest is no longer there. I am straining my neck, looking up at him as he stands over me. I try to look him in the eye, but the bulge in his pants is almost on my forehead.

"Just relax. I want you to lay back and close your eyes. Trust me." He smiles down at me devilishly as his hands move to undo his pants. I look past the bulge, straight into his eyes. Even though I am extremely turned on, the doctor has no right to force me to touch his cock. "I am not going to do anything and I'm not sure what my daddy told you." I am speaking clearly and firmly, surprised by my own bravery.

The doctor's eyes flash with rage. He lets go of his half-open belt and grabs my head, leaning over me. "You can do this either the easy way or the hard way. I see which one you have chosen." Before I know what is happening, he pulls his hand back and slaps me smartly across the face. The force knocks me sideways and my long hair, still in the ponytail, falls across my face. I hold one hand to my cheek, which is warm from blood rushing to my skin. The doctor pushes me back into place. Closing my eyes, I think to myself "What is this man going to do?" The violent slap has repressed any bravery I had summoned. I remember to breathe as he pushes my head down. His hand is on my forehead and my nose fills with the musky scent of the male sex organ.

I am lying on my back with my head hanging down. The doctor is standing over me with his pants around his ankles. My head hangs in front of his crotch, upside-down. I keep my eyes closed, thinking "this isn't happening..." He moans and instructs me to open my mouth. I reluctantly part my lips and think to myself, "maybe this won't be so bad -- I really need the scholarship." I can feel his eyes on my body as my mouth hangs open, waiting.

After a second or two, he slides the head of his cock through my open lips. His dick is curved slightly upward and the tip of his head touches my tongue, then works down into my mouth. The doctor is moaning and telling me to relax. I put my hands on his hips as he thrusts more of his cock into my mouth.

My eyes are still closed and he stops, which is good. I guess that is all of his dick. I feel his head at the back of my tongue. If he had kept going, he would push into my throat, which would make me gag. I don't feel his stomach against my chin, which I should feel if he was fully inserted. Most guys like to slide it all in.

"Ok, Stacy, that is the back of your mouth. I am going to enter your throat and it will be a lot easier for you if you relax."

I swallow around his cock, thinking to myself "Wow, this guy does really know anatomy..." and suddenly, he is driving much more dick into my mouth. More than I can hold back. Its too much!

"GGGGGCCKKK!!!" I gag hard as his strong shaft drives past the base of my tongue and pops into my throat, at which point, I open my eyes wide. In one fast motion, his dick is buried fully in my throat and his balls dangle past my nose over my eyes. He is holding it deep in my throat and I am panicking. Struggling to breathe, I start to kick my legs and slap my hands against his hips.

I feel his hand close over my throat. He is choking me with dick! Its too much!! I see stars flash in my eyes. "Relax and breathe through your nose," the doctor instructs me calmly.

"GGGUUGGGCKKKK!!!" I gag hard again, and I can feel spit fly out of my mouth onto the base of his dick. It drips down his balls over my eyes and I close them again. I regain my thoughts, remembering to breathe through my nose, around the dick in my throat. I feel him squeezing my throat and his dick inside it. He seems to be inching it deeper or else it is getting longer, swelling inside me. His dick is not particularly thick, but it is very hard and long, poking me deeply. For the first time, I notice my pussy is tingling. It must be practically dripping wet by now.

As I focus on taking air through my nose, I feel the tightness of the gown suddenly released. My large tits flop free, which feels great at first, but then I realize the doctor has cut or torn the gown. My breasts are fully exposed to him and he seems to be enjoying the image of me helplessly impaled on his cock, with my tits laying out for him. Finally he steps back, withdrawing his slippery long dick.

Something happens inside my head. It was one thing for me to take his dick into my throat for him. It seems a worse violation for him to just exposed my breasts for his pleasure. I am now yelling, "What the fuck, your some asshole pervert, not a doctor!" I feel emboldened and start to sit up, when suddenly, I feel a sharp tug on my ponytail. The pain shoots through my head as I lose my balance, falling back where I just was.

"Where do you think you are going, little lady?" he says, stepping forward. His dick bobs over me as I try to sit up again, but he pushes me down, poking my pursed lips with his wet cock head. "I'm not done. Now, open..."

Now I see his dick fully for the first time. I am staring at the underside and it is long and veiny. He pokes it toward my mouth again and I let his head part my lips. He leans forward, entering my mouth quickly. I feel his hands close tightly over my soft tits. He grips my chest hard, again driving his cock deep. "Wow, they are so big and soft," he says, pushing them together. He seems distracted holding my tits, as his urgent thrusting relaxes. Then, without warning, he pulls back, then pushes forward hard, driving his hips into my face. I hold back the urge to gag at first, but he is now fucking my mouth deeply and holding me tightly by my tits. His long, deep thrusts push into my throat and I lose control, gagging, then struggling for air. "uuggGGGG!" --gasp-- "GGGGGCckk ah" --gasp--

With every other thrust or so, my spit drips from his balls onto my face and eyes. Before I know whats happening, I feel my own hand moving toward my aching pussy. I start to rub my clit, thinking about the raging dick filling my throat. His balls slow their bouncing motion against my face and he lets go of my breasts. I open my eyes, using the hand not rubbing my pussy to wipe the drool from my nose, eyes and forehead. With his cock still buried in my throat, he instructs me, "I want you to grab your tits and hold them while I fuck your face, ok?"

My mind is flooded with an overwhelming urge to obey. Without thinking, I wrap my hands around the bottom of my titties, pushing them toward the doctor. I feel his hand grip my leg above the knee and he pulls it toward him, turning my wet cunt up toward him. He gently slaps my pussy with his other hand as his hips flex again, driving his shaft deep. "God that feels good" I think as I start to moan with his dick deep in my throat. He grunts as he tries to get as deep as possible down my throat. I feel his other hand wrap around my throat again and squeeze, causing me to see stars again.

Suddenly, with the doctor choking me and slapping my clit, I start to climax. I am holding my tits as the orgasm washes over me. I forget the dick driving in my throat, forget the spit dripping down my face. I am overcome by the intense waves of pleasure, moaning and gagging uncontrollably...

Then his grip loosens on my throat and I feel reality flooding back over me. I feel his dick slide out as he pulls me up by my hair. I am completely dazed. Rolling my tongue in my mouth, I notice the musky flavor of cum. He must have gotten very close to cumming and spurted some precum in my mouth. "Wha... what happened?" I ask as he walks around in front of me, gripping my ponytail. His dick looks almost purple and the head is swollen. My lipstick is smeared around the base of his shaft and there are dots of it in his pubic hair. He stands between my legs with his long, hard cock aimed straight at me. I start to ask, "Are you gonna aaAAAGGHH!" As soon as I open my mouth to speak, he uses his other hand on my neck to pull my face onto his cock, while thrusting into me. I close my eyes as he triggers my gag reflex again. "GGGACKKKK!" I spurt, leaning forward, impaling myself involuntarily.

As I shift forward, Dr. Long shifts back onto his heels and turns his hips upward, impaling me further. My eyes bulge open as his swollen dick head pops back into my throat. To get my balance, I put my hands on his hips and my tits sway against his thighs. He starts encouraging me, "That's it Stacy, you want that scholarship don't you?"

I look up at him, "MMM hmmm." He looks into my eyes, pushing his dick deeper.

"That's right, take it... Take my cock nice and deep... Open your throat and relax..." He is inching more dick into my mouth. I strain, sticking out my tongue along the bottom of his shaft. His dick head now feels thicker and it pokes against the back of my throat, swelling. I strain to not gag and maintain eye contact. He thrusts one quick, final thrust to bury his cock all the way, causing me to sputter and turn away, gagging hard. He withdraws his dick as I gasp for air. I threw up a little with that last thrust and I swallow hard, tasting my lunch.

"Look at me, and open," he commands. I turn back to him. He is stroking his dick in a good rhythm and my spit hangs and drips from his hand and balls. I wrap my lips around his purple head, looking up at him. Without giving me any warning, he pushes the entire dick into my mouth causing me to gag immediately, but I regain control, locking my eyes into his and I hold his throbbing cock in my throat. I hold back from gagging as my eyes tear up and moisture flows from them.

"Good, that's it," he says, staring down at me. His eyes burn with an intensity as one of my hands drops between my legs. My fingers find my wet clit. He starts fucking my throat again but his thrusts are shorter, not letting his dick head slip out of my throat. Looking up at him, I notice he has slowed his thrusts and with one deep, long drive, he buries his cock, forcing my nose against his pubes and stomach hair. I maintain eye contact, tears flowing. He smiles as his dick starts twitching violently. A warm surge sprays the back of my throat and I try to pull back, but the doctor holds my head against him, cumming into me. Closing my eyes, I try to swallow, but another stream of cum floods my throat and I gag uncontrollably against his powerful, surging cock. Now I can taste cum on my tongue and it burns my nose. I realize that I have gagged so hard that it shot out of my nose. Dr. Long grunts as he pulses another shot of cum down my throat. I swallow it down and sniffle, cum dripping from my nose. He relaxes his grip and rests his dick in my mouth. A final, weak stream jets onto the base of my tongue. He rests his hands on my shoulders, pumping his cock slowly and I wrap one hand around his shaft feeling it slowly losing hardness. My other hand is still playing with my clit. I look up at him and swallow the last of the cum he has pumped into my mouth. He shudders and pulls his twitching dick out. Cum and spit drips from my nose, chin, and tits. The mixture is pooled in a mess between my legs on the table and on the floor. My breasts are red between gown hanging open and there are marks from the doctors tight grip.