The Examination Ch. 01byvargas111©
"Amaka tells me you became extremely aroused during the breast examination. Is that right?" Again Kathy nodded. "Nothing to worry about. It's typical of a highly sexed young woman like you who has not been having sufficiently frequent sexual intercourse. In fact, I believe you are still aroused even though Amaka helped you reach climax already," the Dr. remarked as he slid a finger into Kathy's pussy. Although Kathy had no memory of even having on the earphones, she had become wet again, as the tape had taught her she needed frequent sex and made a number of suggestions on behavior modifications to help her achieve this goal.
"Is it true that you that you have not had intercourse in over a week?" the doctor asked.
Kathy nodded again, although it was hard to concentration anything except the doctor's hand in her pussy. "That's way too long, Kathy. A highly sexed girl like you should never go a full day without getting fucked, isn't that right?"
"Oh, yes," Kathy agreed.
"And what happens when you don't get fucked for several hours?
"I get really horny," Kathy said as if reciting a lesson.
"And are you horny right now?" the doctor asked.
"Oh, yes!" Kathy moaned as the doctor continued to massage her twat.
"You need to come, don't you, Kathy?"
"Yes, YES, YESSSSSS!" she screamed as the smiling doctor brought her to a thunderous climax without stopping his manipulation of her sex.
"That was a good one, Kathy. You are a very responsive young woman. You have a great capacity for pleasure. You're going to come again, aren't you?"
"Uh huh," Kathy responded barely able to think so intense was the pleasure flowing from between her legs.
"You are a messy girl when you come, Kathy. Don't you think we should stuff something up your cunt to keep you from leaking juice on the table the next time you come?"
"Yes," Kathy agreed, barely able to think
"What should it be, Kathy, a big cock?"
"Oh, yes," she moaned.
"Well, I see no reason to postpone the beginning of your therapy. Would you like me to fuck you, Kathy?"
"Oh, please Doctor, yes. I need it so bad."
Dr. James Bock took the call on his cell phone but quickly walked into his office. "Yes Paul. ... Yes. I just finished with her. ... Yeah, she's sort of out of it right now; she came three or four times before I gave it to her. ... Don't be that way! I told you from the beginning that was part of the deal. You have her from now on except for the checkups. Don't be greedy ... It's always hard to say about those things, but she appears to have ovulated a few day ago. I'd say you have about a better than 50-50 chance this time. I just got in one shot. You'll be able to keep her filled all night long ... Yeah, I'd give her another half hour here, to recover, an hour to get home, another hour for the first pill to take effect. If you call her about 7:30, she should be hot enough to fuck a fence post ... No, I am not implying anything about your way with the ladies ... Just call her, Paul. You won't be disappointed ... Yeah, tell Bob Atturbury I got his check."
Three weeks later Kathy was back in Dr. Bock's charming reception area. She had been waiting for the results of the test for forty five minutes, but she was not mad. In fact she was quite entertained. She nodded as Oprah was interviewing career women who had given up their jobs to start having babies. Kathy leafed through the pages of "Total Woman" idly, reflecting on the dizzying sequence of events that started with that unexpected call from Paul Graves just after her last visit here.
Kathy had accepted his invitation to dinner on an impulse, mainly because she had the urge for some male company that night. Well, that's what she got! Ten minutes after Paul arrived to pick her up his hand was down the front of her blouse and she was gasping with pleasure as he felt up her titties. Before she knew it, his hands were in her pants, too, making her come like there was no tomorrow. A heartbeat later Kathy was on her back with her heels in the air and Paul Graves was fucking her brains out. She didn't get to eat a thing, but Paul did. Most nights since she had spent with her legs wide apart and Paul's big cock pounding her pussy to delirium.
Paul, in addition to keeping her fucked stupid, turned out to be a great guy. For example, the way he came to her defense after she screwed up the Ferguson case the very first Monday after they started dating. In a way, it was the least he could do; it was Paul's fault she arrived in court an hour late, having had almost no sleep the whole weekend. She giggled, remembering she had been dressed and almost out the door when Paul pulled her into a clinch that got her so hot she just had to let him give her one more quick fuck before she left.
It had been Paul's idea, too, to let her work on cases defending guys being dunned for alimony and child support by vengeful ex-wives and spiteful girlfriends. Those were cases where a foxy young woman like herself could blow into a courtroom in her tight mini and six inch pumps and really make an impression. All that hard stuff about mergers and acquisitions, taxes, and sexual harassment was just bo-ring.
Suzie observed Kathy with a smile. She remembered the young lawyer's previous visit and noted the positive changes. She never ceased to admire the improvement in attitude and attire of the young women who came through Dr. Bock's clinic. Like the others, Kathy had come the first time in one of those the prim, almost prissy business suits with a knee-length skirt. Her makeup was subtle, her shoes "sensible." Her whole demeanor had said, "Yes, I'm a woman, but not THAT kind of woman." Her head had been stuffed full of business, her career, plans for the future -- everything except what soon would be stuffed between her legs.
Now Suzie could see the difference. In place of the suit jacket was a frilly blouse that showcased plenty of Kathy's ample breasts. The fidgety woman could do little and did less to prevent her red mini-skirt from riding an obscene distance up her thigh. Suzie couldn't see, but she would wager Kathy wasn't wearing panties. It wasn't hard to guess the reason. Plain as day there was a new man in Kathy's life, a man who was giving Kathy the sex she needed and in return expected her to dress to please him. There was little doubt where Kathy's priorities lay now.
"Dealing With the Wife," Kathy read. This magazine had the most useful articles! Yes, Betty Graves was going to be a problem when Paul finally told her. She was probably a very nice person and was a good mother to Paul's five children, but she was just not woman enough for Paul, Kathy reflected. Betty had put on a few pounds over the years, although from her pictures she still seemed quite attractive for a woman in her 40's. But especially now that she was pregnant again, Betty just didn't have the energy to keep up with a man of Paul's stamina. Paul had told Kathy that even before he got Betty pregnant again, she would only make love two or three times a week and never more than once a night. Silly woman! This had to have been torture for Paul who could give a woman so much. Kathy smiled and felt a slight wetness between her legs as she remembered how much Paul had given her bent over his desk at the "noontimer" in his office just a few hours ago.
"Come on in, Kathy," said the smiling Amaka, ushering her into the now familiar office. "Let me get a look at you, girl. Uu...Ie! You are fine! What's up? Got a new boyfriend?"
"Well, yes," Kathy giggled. "How did you guess."
"Because you are looking too GOOD, girl. Turn that little butt around and let me get a good eyeful." Kathy happily complied with a little pirouette "Oh, yeah! You are HOT!" Amaka exclaimed, patting her on the ass. "Older guy?"
"Right again! How did you know?"
"The clothes. Only kids will put up with business frump. Older guys demand the hot look -- the spike heals, the mini, the large earrings. I'll bet you've got him giving it to you good!"
"Can't complain." Kathy agreed, smugly.
"Just between us girls, how often? Every night?" Amaka winked.
"More," said Kathy with a satisfied smile.
"Twice?" Amaka asked, her eyes widening.
"Three times? Get outta here!" Amaka exploded incredulously.
"On `slow' days," Kathy announced triumphantly.
"Attaway to go, girl!" exclaimed Amaka in awe. "Fuck him good, but if you really want your hooks in him, give him what men reqlly want: let him get you pregnant. Take it from me!"
"You mean...?" Kathy looked again at the black woman and noticed a definite bulge in that formerly hard flat tummy.
"Whose is it?" she inquired.
"Let's just say, it's someone you know," Amaka replied mysteriously. "Oh well, down to business. Let's get you relaxed."
"Why this time. I'm not nervous now."
"Doctor's orders," said Amaka at once serious.
"I really don't think ."
"Now just look at this," Amaka said, holding up the pendant Kathy remembered from before. Suddenly Kathy felt strange, disoriented. Meekly, she gazed at the beautiful, flashing stone as Amaka watched her eyes quickly glaze over.
"Good girl, Kathy. Now let's get you ready for the doctor." Without asking, Amaka began to unbutton Kathy's blouse and quickly removed her bra. "Such beautiful tits," she whispered as she softly stroked one and then the other.
Fifteen minutes later Kathy was coming down from an incredible roller-coaster orgasm and starting to climb again when she felt Amaka suddenly pull her mouth away from her overflowing pussy.
"How is she, darling?" Kathy heard a male voice ask.
"Almost under. I prepped her."
"So I see," he grinned. "Kathy?"
"Huh?" Kathy managed to respond. She recognized Dr. Bock's voice. God! That last come had knocked her for a loop.
"Do you know who I am?"
"Uhh Huhh," she nodded.
"Good. Now you must relax and listen very carefully. Remember I am your doctor and I have some very good news for you. It is very important that you follow all my orders. You'll do that, right?"
"Yes,... Follow all orders"
Now answer truthfully. Have you been listening to the tapes I gave you and taking the pills every day?"
"Yes, doctor, every day."
"Good. And do you have a new boyfriend?"
"And he's been fucking you, right?"
"Oh, yeah!," Kathy sighed with more enthusiasm.
"Good girl. As I told you, the pills help you stay nice and horny so you would enjoy sex more. Have you been enjoying getting laid by your new boyfriend?"
"And you orgasm hard every time you let him come in you every time?"
"Yeah! He's been great."
"I'm sure he has been. And have you been taking any contraceptives?"
Contraceptives? Kathy couldn't remember the last time she had taken her contraceptives. "No. I haven't been taking my birth control pills," she admitted.
"Nothing to worry about. What about your diaphragm?"
No, I don't use it anymore." Kathy had a vague idea she had thrown it away. This troubled her somewhat, although she didn't quite know why.
"I didn't think so. And you haven't been making your new boyfriend use a condom when he fucks you either, right?"
"Uh, no, he doesn't like them."
"I'm not surprised. Few men do -- women either for that matter. Now Kathy, I want you to relax and try to remember something that may have slipped your mind since you were here last. Do you know what happens to healthy girls who get fucked regularly without any protection?"
Panic suddenly struck Kathy. The doctor felt her stiffen. "It's alright Kathy, relax, don't worry about anything."
Dr. Bock's command immediately calmed her and she was able to answer. "They get preg ... Do you mean I am ...?"
"That's right, Kathy. You're going to have a baby!"
"It's OK, Kathy. Nothing wrong with being single and pregnant. Many young women your age are deciding it's time to start having babies. You must just remember that it was your choice. You decided not to use your contraceptives when you had sex and you never asked your boyfriend to use protection. He's a married man, right?"
"Yes," Kathy admitted.
"That could be a problem. It might even appear that you were trying to get pregnant so he would leave his wife and marry you. You're not a homewreaker, are you Kathy?"
"No, no. I didn't think that!"
"I believe you, Kathy. But when you tell him you are going to have his baby, he may think that you were trying to trap him. He may be upset. You have to make sure he knows `you' decided to have this baby."
"Tell him it wasn't his fault and that you're not interested in marriage. You realize he would never leave his wife for you. Apologize for `using' him to get you pregnant. Assure him that you will never ask him for money or even ask him to acknowledge paternity. If he wants you to sign something, do so."
"OK," Kathy acknowledged.
"Of course, keep screwing him if he wants, but you'll understand if he goes back to his wife. After this baby is born, he may not be around. You'll need to find someone else to make you pregnant next time. You'd like to have many children, wouldn't you?"
"Oh, yes, doctor."
"That's right, Kathy. In fact, you love being pregnant. As your belly gets bigger and bigger those marvelous breast of yours fill out even more, you are gong to be hornier than ever. You may need more that just one man to keep you satisfied. Bob Atturbury is really sexy, isn't he?"
Ellen Parker was mad as hell. She had been sitting in this gynecologist's office for FORTY FIVE minutes waiting for her 4:30 appointment. Now she wouldn't be able to get back to the investment bank to finish her presentation on the MCI-WorldCom bankruptcy due for next week's board meeting. She couldn't believe that a doctor recommended by her friend Kathy Black could do this to her. Especially now that she had made Junior Partner, her time was valuable. This delay was costing her close to $1500. And the decor! And the music! And these disgusting magazines! What kind of a place was this, anyway?
Ellen looked up in shock at her friend. Kathy had the rounded belly of a woman about six months pregnant and ellen was sure Kathy was not married. Ellen was still stunned a few minutes later when Kathy broke off the conversation saying she had to hurry home to get dinner ready because `Paul' was coming over. Would that be Paul Graves, the notorious womanizer from her office that Kathy had often ranted about? No, couldn't be.
"Ellen, the doctor will see you now," announced a tall black woman with a very large belly.
Kathy Black was mad as hell. She had been sitting in this damn Welfare office for FORTY FIVE minutes waiting for the 4:30 appointment with her case worker. Juggling as many things as she had to, her time was valuable. Fortunately, Niki her friend from the housing project would pick up Pauline and Carlitos from day care, but Malcolm had said he might come around tonight. He didn't like it when she didn't have his supper ready. She still had to go to the store to buy some turnip greens, in case.
Chen and Chan were squirming beside her as only four year old twins can. Kathy had separated them but they continued to tease each other, their slanty almond eyes alive with boyish mischief.
Malcolm Jr. started to fuss so she hefted him onto her broad lap and offered him one of her milk-filled breasts. At eighteen months, he was getting almost too big to nurse, but he seemed to enjoy sucking on her nipples. `Just like his Daddy,' Kathy thought. A jolt of pleasure shot through her as the infant's thick chocolate lips fastened onto her engorged nipple. "`Exactly' like his Daddy," she groaned.
Having her tits suckled always got Kathy hot. She struggled against the urge to reach down and finger herself to the orgasm she needed pretty bad. The last time she did that here, the social worker had caught her and screamed at her that she was just an oversexed slut. Funny, that was exactly what Malcolm said about her. It was what kept him coming back to her, Kathy knew, even though he had plenty of younger girlfriends and several white housewives. God! She hoped Malcolm did come tonight. Kathy hadn't had his black python in her for almost a week and she was getting so horny she was going out of her mind.
Greedy Malcolm Jr. had nearly drained one of Kathy's large breasts so she shifted him to the other, resting him on her protruding belly where his next little brother or sister was growing rapidly.