Filthy Doctor(3)

Anyway, Randy and I dated all through college. Being a starry-eyed, smitten girl, I was monogamous from day one, but Randy continued to sow his wild oats. I was okay with it, at least for a while. When I caught him fucking one of my sorority sisters in my bed in my dorm room, that was when I drew the line.

“It’s me or them,” I said, shaking a finger at him so he couldn’t see it trembling from nerves. “I’m not gonna be the girl you come fuck at the end of the night anymore, Randy. I’m done.”

“Baby, you know you’re the only one that matters,” he cooed, pulling me into his arms and rocking me gently against his chest, as if I were a baby that needed comforting.

“Bullshit,” I said, pressing my ear to his chest so I could hear his heart beating. I closed my eyes and sighed at the sound.

He stroked my hair and whispered, “Baby, trust me…”

“I mean it,” I said, pulling away so suddenly it took us both by surprise. “You can either fuck me or you can fuck them, but you can’t fuck us all.”

Hearing those words in my head now, seventeen years later, I realized how pathetically stupid they sounded. Who the fuck was I? The Abraham Lincoln of college sex? You can fuck some of the people some of the time…

“I choose you,” Randy said convincingly, though in both our hearts we knew it was just more of his bullshit. It just meant that he would be more discriminating as to where he fucked his skanks and I would have to turn a blind eye if I had any hopes of a future with him.

And that was the crazy part. That’s when my dad would ask, “Lucy, are you sure about this?” When it came to Randy’s vow to be faithful to me, I literally was deaf, dumb, and blind. Even when we both graduated and I followed him to Chicago for work, I knew that I wasn’t the only woman in his life. He was very discreet about it, very careful, but I knew about his affairs all the same. And I ignored them. God help me, even when he asked me if I wanted to get married I ignored the fact that he was a cheat.

So, daddy, what was I thinking back then?

To this day, I still had no fucking idea.

Randy was Vice President of Sales for a company that sold microchips to large manufacturers. He made three times what I did as producer of the evening news in Chicago at a mid-ranked station. Everything was in his name because my college loans had maxed my credit. Our house in the suburbs, our cars, his motorcycle that he had never had time to ride, our vacation home in Connecticut, and the boat dry-docked there that had barely been in the water. On paper, it all belonged to him.

I stayed with Randy for thirteen years, then the camel’s back finally broke under the weight of a million straws. I came home unexpectedly one afternoon and caught him butt fucking our neighbor Louise on our living room couch. That was it for me. I didn’t even scream or throw anything. I opened the door and they both looked up at me in surprise. I gawked at them for a moment, then went upstairs to pack a bag. Randy came bounding up the stairs with the stink of Louise’s ass on his cock and her cunt on his breath, pleading with me to listen to reason. I did the only reasonable thing I could think of to do. I kicked him in his dangling ball sack and punched him in the nose with my left hand. The large diamond in my engagement ring went across his face like a can opener, splitting open his cheek and nose with the precision of a paring knife. I quickly packed the rest of my things and left him lying on the bedroom floor clutching his nose with blood running between his fingers. It was one of the most satisfying moments of my life.

“He’s going to need stitches, Louise,” I said when I reached the bottom of the stairs. She was still standing in the living room clutching her house dress in front of her fat boobs, giving me a horrified look. I smiled at her awkwardness. “Enjoy. He’s all yours.”

I checked into a hotel and cried myself to sleep. Surprisingly, after the tears ran out I slept like a baby and awoke feeling great, as if a huge weight had been removed from shoulders. As luck would have it, that was the day Ed Quigley called to offer me the job of executive producer at WNN. Ed was my old boss in Chicago. He had been trying to pull me into the big leagues for years. When he asked if I was ready to play in the major leagues, I said yes so fast it made him hesitate.

“Are you serious, Ed?” I asked.

“I am,” I said, forcing myself to sound stronger than I felt. “Are you seriously offering?”

“You bet your ass I am,” he grunted. Ed was nearing sixty and was as round as he was tall. When he spoke, it was on gusts of breath that seemed to burst from his lungs. “The executive producer of the nightly news is moving on next month. The job is yours if you want it.”

“Don’t I need to interview first?”

He scoffed. “Not with me. I know how good you are. I trained you, remember? Do you want the job?”

“I want it,” I said without hesitation or debate. “Yes. Definitely.”

He paused for a moment. Ed knew me well. He had always been like a second father to me. He could tell when something was wrong.

“Is everything okay there, Lucy?” he asked, his voice full of concern. “That dipshit husband of yours giving you trouble?”

“Not anymore,” I said with a sigh. “In fact, as soon as I hang up with you I’m calling my attorney. I’m counting on the divorce being quick and painless because I just want out. I’m not going to fight him for anything. He can have it all and I hope it burns down around him.”

Ed chuckled. “Hell hath no fury like Lucy Rhodes scorned. Okay, I’ll meet with my people today and email an offer to you by the end of the week.”

“Thanks, Ed,” I said. “Your timing couldn’t be better.”

“Then that’s good luck for both us,” he said. “I’m glad you’re okay, Lucy. And welcome to the big time.”





Chapter 3: Cole





“Oh, my god… Cole… your cock… is so… fucking big…”

The words gushed out of Monica’s moist lips each time I thrust my cock into her. Her pink scrub pants were down around her ankles and the pink scrub shirt was lying on the floor. She was bent over a bathroom sink, clutching onto the sides so tightly that her knuckles were turning white, with her tight, round ass shoved out and my fingers digging into her sides. I was behind her with my knees bent so my cock would line up to her luscious pussy, hammering it to her like there was no tomorrow.

Monica was a small girl and her cunt was so tight it wrapped around my cock like fingers on a hand. She could tense her pussy muscles and squeeze my cock like a milking machine. It was the most amazing thing I’d ever felt, and of course as a medical professional, made me wonder why I hadn’t gone into gynecological research. Hmm, maybe I had without even realizing it.

I glanced at her in the mirror over the sink. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her pink mouth was hanging open. Her tongue rolled out and swiped across her lips. Her big milky tits bounced on her chest. I grabbed onto them to keep them still. Her plump nipples caught between my fingers and I gave them a squeeze.

“Fuck… Cole… I’m cumming…” she moaned, getting on her tiptoes and pushing her ass toward me. “Fuck… Cole… cum with me…”

I sucked in a quick breath and tensed every muscle in my body to let my balls know that it was time to blow. I could hold an orgasm with the best of them. When I was young I’d shoot my load even before I got my cock out of my pants. Now, thanks to years of practice with more women that I could count, I could hold off until my partner was ready for me to cum. The only time I didn’t hold back was when I was getting my cocked sucked or I was in a hurry. Then, I could come in no time. Why draw it out. It was just a blowjob.

I squeezed Monica’s hips and lifted her off the ground, impaling my cock deep inside her until I heard her gasp. I could feel her hot juices gushing out of her pussy around my cock, soaking my balls and filling the tiny bathroom with the pungent aroma of our sex.

“Fuck… meeee… oh… god… I’m…cumming…” Monica started to scream, but I quickly put my hand over her mouth. She bit hard into my fingers and moaned. I somehow managed to keep going as I shot my hot milky load deep inside. When it was over, she pried her teeth from my finger and hung her head, panting like a dog.

“Holy shit, Dr. Walker,” she said, looking up at me in the mirror with a sweaty grin on her face. “That was awesome.”

“Yes, it was,” I said, smiling at her as I stepped back to let my long cock slide from her cunt. She turned around quickly and grabbed my sticky, deflating cock in one hand and put the other hand around my neck. She pulled my lips down to hers and roughly pushed her tongue into my mouth.

“I love your cock,” she said, her hand sliding up and down my gooey member. She gave me a pitiful look. “When am I going to get to fuck you outside of this hospital. I mean, this was great, but I have a king-sized bed that would be even better.”

“You know the rules,” I said, taking her wrist to pull her hand from my cock and gently pushing her away. “If the hospital administrator knew about us, you would lose your job. And your fiancé would shit a brick and call off your wedding. You don’t want that to happen.”