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From: Homer Vargas <vargas111@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} My Doctor, My Maid 1 (MC, Fdom, preg)
Date: Sat,  7 Dec 2002 04:10:05 -0500
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Author: Homer Vargas
Title: My Doctor, My Maid
Part 1
Universe:
Keywords: MC, Fdom, preg
Summary: Robert's visit to a new doctor has unexpected
consequences.
Redistribution: No restriction except that the story
may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name
and email, and request for feedback must remain
intact.
First Posted 7/6/01
Last Edited 12/06/02

My Doctor, My Maid 1 (MC, Fdom, preg)
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com

"Dr. Rodriguez will see you now."

The pretty receptionist's words stirred me from a
doze.  Although I had accepted a cup of coffee while I
waited, I had been unable to keep my eyes open. 
Groggily I proceeded through the door, then stopped. 
"Excuse me, ... I..." I stumbled over my words,
disconcerted by the woman I found sitting in front of
me.  "I was looking for Dr. Rodriguez."

"You found her," she said with a grin that was almost
a smirk.  "I'm Dr. Rodriguez, Dr. Carmen Rodriguez. 
Perhaps you were expecting a man, no?  But as you can
see, I am a woman."

That I could see.  Indeed!  A large and very well
built woman, "stacked like a brick shit house" I would
have said in my college days.  A large expanse of Dr.
Rodriguez's ample brown bosom revealed by a very
low-cut smock confirmed it.  The smock that barely
extended below her crotch showed a long stretch of
smooth dark skin offered even more dazzling proof.

"Please make yourself comfortable," Dr. Rodriguez
said, startling me.  I realized I had been gaping. 
The low couch she indicated was comfortable, but I was
not.  As I sat down, I found I had an unimpeded view
up between Dr. Rodriguez's legs.

"So, you told my nurse you are suffering from
headaches.  For how long?"  The first few questions
were perfunctory; I was hardly paying attention,
distracted by Dr. Rodriguez's long smooth legs and
still drowsy from the nap in her waiting room.

"Now I am going to ask you some personal questions,"
she said and gazed deeply into my eyes.  "You can have
no secrets from your doctor."

"Well, within reason," I replied, trying to clear my
head.

Her grin was condescending, not wholly professional. 
"You are going to tell me everything I ask you,
Robert, whether you want to or not."

"I don't think I like you attitude, doctor.  And don't
call me Robert."

"Oh, my, BOBBY" she cooed, "I think it's YOUR attitude
that is in the way, but I'm going to change that," she
smiled in reply.

"What are you doing?" I asked in horror as Dr.
Rodriguez opened yet another button of her smock and
revealed what I had suspected.  No bra.  Through a fog
I realized how horny I was.

"Showing you my pretty titties, of course.  You have
been trying to peek at them all the while we talked. 
I guess you like girls with big boobs, eh?  Well, go
ahead and take a nice long look.  Letting these babies
work on you should make you a lot more cooperative."

I was starting to feel strange before I noticed the
small locket that Dr. Rodriguez was dangling between
her large creamy breasts, flashing rhythmically. I
tried to look away, but my eyes were fixed.  "You like
looking at my titties, Bobby.  Just keep looking. 
They are so soft and warm, just like you feel inside,
soft and warm inside.  Now, you are going to tell me
everything I want to know."

I didn't want to, but somehow I knew I would.

"How often do you have sexual intercourse?"

"Huh!" I asked dreamily.

"You know what I mean," she grinned, "how often do you
get laid?"

"Uh, dunno, almost every weekend," I mumbled.

"Almost?  Weekend?" she replied incredulously.  "Do
you mean there are nights you sleep alone, without a
woman in your bed to hold you and satisfy you?  That
must be very hard.  You are a man that needs lots of
sex.  You are really horny all the time, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I guess," I heard myself admit.  I had never
thought of myself that way, but when Dr. Rodriguez
looked deep into my eyes and said it, I guessed it was
true.

"How do you manage?"

"What?" I was distracted.

"How do you try to satisfy your extraordinary sexual
appetites?

"Oh, I pick up girls here and there.  There are
several I call.  It usually works out."  It was hard
to remember, to think.

"That's not good enough for a man with your needs,"
she concluded.  "And all the other nights?" she
grinned.

I knew I had to answer, but embarrassment held my
tongue.  Carmen looked at me with amusement.  "Oh, you
don't have to say it if you don't want to, Bobby.  I
know what you do.  All naughty boys do it, if they
don't have a regular woman, a woman who knows just
what turns you on, who gives you what you need before
you know you need it.  You get yourself off with your
hand don't you?"

Blushing furiously, I wanted to deny it, but there
were Dr. Rodriguez's eyes on me.  "Yes," is whispered.

"Of course you do, Bobby.  You are so horny; you have
to.  And I know what you think about when you are
unloading your seed into your hand."

"Huh?"  She knew?  At that moment I didn't.

"You close your eyes and dream about a sexy woman with
big boobs riding up and down on your prick.  It feels
so good; you are helpless.  She is pinning you down
with her weight, making you come, fucking you to
sleep."

"Er ... no ... uh," I didn't know what I thought then,
just what I was feeling now.

"I don't blame you, Bobby.  Lots of men need what you
do, but it's so unnecessary.  Your maid is very pretty
isn't she?"

"My maid?"  I thought foggily about Maria, my new
housekeeper?  "Yes, I suppose," I agreed.

"Be truthful, Bobby, she had big tits that you like. 
You think she really sexy, don't you?"

"Yes," I had to agree.

"So tell me why you allow yourself to suffer those
intense cravings for sex.  Maria should be in you bed
every night."

"I don't sleep with my housekeeper!" I replied, the
shock of her suggestion jarring me slightly out of the
peaceful fog I was in.

"I can't believe that!  That hot little bitch loves to
screw.  Don't tell me she is refusing to fuck you!"

Something seemed wrong.  Dr. Rodriguez seemed to know
about Maria.  I started to smell a rat and my head was
starting to clear.  "On the contrary, Dr. Rodriguez. 
There is nothing she wants more.  She has done every
thing she can to get me in bed.  She wears tantalizing
mini-skirts, skin-tight short shorts, translucent
blouses without bra to show off her titties.  She
wiggles her ass and bounces her boobies for me
shamelessly. Sometimes it's all I can do to keep my
hand off of her."

"So why do you?"

"I don't believe in mixing business with pleasure.  I
suspect she may be after something more than a good
lay."

"Of course she is," Carmen laughed.  "Probably plans
to screw her way form housekeeper to homemaker, the
little vixen.  Women seldom fuck guys just for the
sex, even well hung ones like you."  She gave me a
hot, appraising look.  "Well, the reason for your
headaches is pretty obvious.  You are not getting
enough really good sex.  A series of one-night stands
and masturbation can't satisfy your appetites.  You
need to be in a woman every night, Bobby, letting her
get you off several times.  Did you have a nice roll
in the hay this morning before you came here?"

"Of course not," I replied.

"I thought not.  That would explain your reactions
now."

"My reaction?"

"You are becoming sexually aroused, Bobby.  Seems
looking at my titties has done something to you.  I'd
better examine you to confirm my diagnosis."  She was
right.  My eyes had wandered back to her breasts and I
was rock hard.

"You want me to disrobe?"  I felt so confused.

"That won't be necessary.  Believe me, I know how to
get a horny young man out of his pants." she laughed
said and began to open my shirt and loosen my belt.  I
felt helpless to stop her.

"Now, let me unzip you."  As she bent down her large
succulent breasts were just inches from my eyes  "Oh,
you have nice swelling there where a woman likes to
see one.  You are really big here, Bobby," she
continued, massaging my prick through my shorts. 
"This must account for your success with the girls. 
They see the size of that bulge and their panties
start getting wet.  Mine sure are.  I'm going to pull
down your shorts to get a better look at you.  I think
you will be more comfortable lying down."

I looked around nervously for an examination table.

She must have read my thoughts.  "This is a special
examination Bobby; come with me.  I want you to be
VERY comfortable."  She led me to an adjoining room
with a low, hospital like bed and smiled at me. Her
eyes seemed to be giving an order.  Meekly, I lay
down.  "Very good, Bobby.  Now, you must not speak
again except to answer my questions," she said and
began stroking my prick.

"This is your problem, Bobby, your cock."  I didn't
understand, but she had forbidden me to speak.  Her
hand on my cock felt too good, anyway.  I gazed up at
her smiling eyes.

"Yes, you have a long thick cock, a cock that would
please any woman.  When a cock like yours goes into a
woman it must arouse her profoundly.  She must start
coming as soon as this beautiful tool penetrates her. 
And there's the problem.  A woman when filled with a
prick like yours just goes off her nut too quickly. 
You bring her to a series of orgasms as you pound away
at her.  When you finally unload your balls into her,
it's 'good night sweetheart.'  She passes out in
ecstasy.  She can't do anything for you because she's
still knocked out.  Am I correct?"

"Sort of," I replied dreamily.

"You're missing the long slow build up to orgasm with
a woman setting the pace, making you gradually want it
more and more until you are crazy to fuck.  I'll bet
you are so used to dominating women you have never
known how good it feels for a woman to fuck you from
on top.  You've never discovered how much you want to
be in the sexual power of a woman."

"No," I agreed.  This was totally wrong.  I didn't
want to be in the sexual power of a woman.  But then
why was I enjoying what Carmen was doing to me?

"But you need to know.  That explains your headaches."

Headaches!  It was Maria who had been pestering me to
see a doctor about my headaches, Maria who had set up
this appointment with Dr. Rodriguez.  But that
meant...  Carmen's breathy voice interrupted my
thoughts.  "The headaches are a symptom of your
unsatisfied craving for sexual domination. I prescribe
therapy beginning immediately."

"No, no.  I don't need..." I tried to protest, but Dr.
Rodriguez put her finger to her lips to silence me and
continued to stroke my prick deliciously.

"Don't argue with your doctor, sweetie." she ordered,
smiling.  "I know what's good for you, poor baby, and
I am going to doctor you good.  You need sex badly and
I'm going to give you a big dose right now.  I'll
administer some medication that will give you instant
relief," she growled lustfully.

I was so far gone I hardly knew when Dr. Rodriguez
finished undressing me and shucked her own smock, but
suddenly the voluptuous woman was in my arms.  "Now
you must get me ready to make love to you, Bobby.  It
is important that your sex therapist be properly
aroused so she can give you the treatment you deserve.
 Kiss me ... here," she whispered, offering me her
large round breasts.  "Suck my titties good.  Take my
nipples in your mouth, honey.  Umm ... Like that. ...
Nice.  Yes, I can feel it. ...  Sucking my titties is
getting me wet, Bobby.  My cunt is going to be nice
and juicy so she can slide down over your prick very
easily....  Good....  I'm getting the urge to have
your big cock in me, the urge to fuck you."

I could only grunt.

"And nursing me is getting you so ready, too, isn't is
Bobby.  My tits make you happy and relaxed, dreamy and
docile."  Her voice seemed to come from far away. 
"You like sucking my tits, don't you, Bobby?  Nursing
my titties makes you weak and sleepy and helpless as a
baby, ready to accept sweet domination."  Her words
poured over me like warm honey.

"Yes," she said after a few minutes, "I think you've
had enough preparation."  I opened my eyes.  Had I
actually gone to sleep nursing her?  She was smiling
at me and began to mount me  "You are going to love
what I do to you Bobby.  Let me guide your prick up
into me.  Yes, it's sliding deep into my cunt, just
where I want you."  I grunted a bit as her full weight
settled on my hips.  "Close your eyes, baby.  I'm
going to take you for a short sleepy ride.  I'll rock
back and forth on your prick, making you feel so
good,... so sleepy.  I'm going to rock you to
sleep....  Fuck you to sleep...."  An orgasm overcame
me and I passed out.

Comments, please, to:
Homer Vargas
Vargas111@yahoo.com



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