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A Doctor's Debt

By Victor Ramierez

"Look, babe," said Tony, staring at the receptionist's nametag. "Betty, I'm a friend of Andrew's, I'm not here for an appointment," he said with a smirk.

Betty scowled at him from behind her thin wire rimmed glasses, and flicked her long black hair away from her face in annoyance.

"I can see that, sir. However, Doctor is very busy at the moment," she indicated towards the waiting room filled with women, all waiting for the gynaecologist's services.

"Look, if the Doc realises you sent me away without even telling him I was here, you'll lose your job, I guarantee it."

The middle-aged woman didn't like the threat conveyed in the large, ugly man's manner and his voice, but she decided to play it safe.

"Alright sir, take a seat and I'll go and speak to Dr Summner."

"Thanks," Tony grinned, and sat down next to a waiflike blonde, who looked very pregnant.

Dr Summner quickly stuck his head out of the door to look into the waiting room, a quick flash of greying black hair, and he was gone inside again.

Oh my God! They've sent Big Tony! screamed Andrew's mind in terror. He had seen what Tony had done to other people who hadn't paid Mr De'Angelo back his money on time. He didn't have the money, what was he going to do? He slumped down alongside the door, and desperately tried to come up with a solution to the problem that had been plaguing him day and night for weeks. There was no way he could pay back this much money in such a short period of time.

Suddenly the door alongside him was thrown open and Tony barged into the room, with Betty on his heels.

"You can't just barge into the surgery!" she yelled as she grabbed his thick muscular arm and tried to get him to turn around.

"It's alright Betty," said Andrew as he straightened his clothes and sat down in his chair. "Tony and I are... business acquaintances."

Betty was a bit dumbfounded, but closed the door behind them anyway.

"Real good of you to see me Doc," grinned Tony as he plonked himself down into the chair opposite Andrew.

He stared at the doctor for a moment, before running his hands, covered in gold rings and a huge gold Rolex, through his thinning, wavy brown hair.

"Mr De'Angelo has a problem Doc, and I don't like it when that happens. Ya see, he yells at me, and I'm a quiet sort of fella. I don't like being yelled at, so help me out here."

"You're here about the money."

"Sharp as a tack, be a good lad and hand it over now and nothing will come of it. We're businessmen, not good for business to be hurtin' customers, but not good to let a tab this large slide either. You with me?"

"Yes I understand. But you see there's a small problem..."

"I hoped you wouldn't say that Doc," said Tony as he stood up, removed his sports coat, draping it over the back of the chair, and began to roll up the sleeves of his shirt, exposing the hula girl tattooed on his left muscular forearm. The right was just as muscular, only hula-less.

"Wait! Please! I'm sure there's something we can work out here. I just need a little more time. I have twenty five thousand, that only leaves another five."

"We'll that's a damn good start," said Tony moving back towards his seat. "Where is it?"

Andrew quickly fumbled with the lock on his desk drawer, and pulled out a small wooden box. "It's all there, count it if you want."

"There's no need for that is there?"

"No."

"Good, now you're still five short. I'm afraid that's a finger. You left or right handed?"

Andrew answered without thinking. "Right."

"Ok," said Tony as he grabbed Andrew's left hand and held it out on the table. He grabbed his little finger firmly in the palm of his hand and slowly began to bend it back.

"God no!" yelled Andrew. "Please I'll do anything, just give me more time!"

"I dunno Doc, it's my arse on the line if I let you off. I'm supposed to give you a reminder about paying on time," he jerked the finger back a little more, sending a spasm of pain up Andrew's arm.

"Oh you've given me a reminder, please I'll make it up to you, don't break my finger," begged Andrew.

"I hoped you'd say that Doc. It just happens there is something you can do for me."

"Dear God, anything," moaned Andrew as he was sure his finger was at breaking point.

"Your patients, I want to play Doctor with some..."

"You can't be serious, I could lose my licence, go to jail."

"I guess you have a choice then. Maybe the licence and possibly jail, or definitely the finger," and Tony gave the finger another tug, for emphasis.

Andrew could feel the sweat running down his forehead, a mixture of fear and pain. There was every chance he'd go to jail if they caught him doing this, but what would Big Tony do when he couldn't pay for months?

"I don't know about that, surely that sort of entertainment's worth the remainder?" gasped Andrew in pain, still trying to get the best out of the situation.

"I dunno Doc, Mr De'Angelo might not like that," said Tony pretending to think about it. He knew he had full leeway to make any sort of deal he thought was a good one, he had been with the boss for so long now that he was fully trusted. "I guess I can cover that, ok do we have a deal?" asked Tony conversationally as he released a little bit of the pressure on the finger.

Some of the pain in Andrew's hand was gone, and he didn't want it coming back. He decided to take the risk.

"Ok, come back tomorrow and we'll set it up."

"Great! You made the right choice," Tony was grinning as he stepped back from the table and opened the door to the waiting room. "I'll see ya tomorrow Doc."

Betty had been unaware that this large man was a professor from the university. Dr Summner had told her he was coming in today to observe, they were going to consider him for a new university teaching position. She was very happy for Andrew, she had never seen him this nervous. She was going to do everything in her power to help, she was at the top of her game today, totally efficient and professional.

Tony opened the door and walked into the surgery. To his delight the room was filled with women, and his eyes roamed freely around the room, like a kid in a candy store. There was just too many to choose from.

"Good morning Professor," smiled Betty from behind her desk.

This was a change from yesterday, and Tony liked it.

"Hiya babe, lovely morning eh?" Briefly he wondered why she was calling him that, but he guessed it was something the Doc had told her.

"Yes it is," she smiled again, while wanting to slap him for calling her babe. "Dr Summner is waiting for you in his office."

Tony dropped down in the chair opposite the nervous Doctor. "No change of heart Doc?"

"No," answered Andrew after hesitating for a moment.

"That's great Doc, roll them in," he said with a grin.

Andrew called his first patient in and explained to her who Tony was. The late 30ish housewife was quite happy for an expert to be sitting in on her examination. She chatted nervously to the doctor as she went behind the screen and began to undress.

Tony watched in amazement as she emerged from behind the screen in only a gown, her pale white face framed nicely by her short brown hair, she then climbed up onto the end of the examination table. Andrew asked her some questions, checked her temperature and blood pressure before finally asking her to lie back on the table and put her feet up in the stirrups. She did as she was asked, and Tony looked on as she got into position, watching her neatly trimmed brown haired pussy come into view.

"Well I guess we'll get right to it then," said Andrew sliding his chair into position, placing himself between Tony and this defenceless pussy, snapping a latex glove over his hand.

Tony put his hand on Andrew's shoulder and pretended to be considering something.

"Shouldn't you give her a breast exam first," suggested Tony, doing his best to sound professorial.

"Well I don't think that's necessary, we only did that a few weeks ago didn't we Janet."

"Oh that's alright Doctor, if the Professor thinks it's appropriate, who I am to question him," she said with a shy smile.

Andrew shook his head and got up off his chair, knowing he couldn't get out of it.

"Ok then Janet, would you sit up for me please."

Janet sat up on the bed, watching the Professor who sat down in front of her, she was quite thrilled that she was getting this level of expertise for no extra cost.

"Let the gown slide down off your shoulders," directed Andrew as he stood waiting.

Janet nervously slid the gown off her shoulders and let the thin cotton slide down to reveal her smallish, pert breasts and erect nipples.

Tony had turned the air conditioning up a bit in here and was glad to see that the cold air and the nervousness was having the desired effect.

Andrew cupped one breast, manipulating it under his fingers, and then gave the other one the same treatment. He quickly moved his hands over her flesh, giving her the fast version of her normal check up.

"Dr Summner, have you heard about the latest research into nipple cancer?" asked Tony, nonchalantly pointing at Janet's rosy nips.

"What are you referring to?" asked a somewhat bewildered, but suspicious Andrew.

"If I may?"

"Please do," smiled Janet.

Tony stood up and moved alongside her on the other side of the table. He reached down and took her firm tit in his hand. His cock reacted instantly to the feel of this illicit fondling, and he moved closer to the bench to hide his straining cock.

"Now if you lightly squeeze the nipple on each side, between your fingers like this," he demonstrated and gave Janet's right nipple a squeeze between thumb and forefinger. "Then allow it to return to it's normal shape, then press down on the tip, like you're pressing a button," which he then did, enjoying the little gasp from Janet. "Then you can press your fingers into the nipple and feel for lumps." He pressed his fingertips into her flesh and felt around as though he was looking for lumps. "You try on that one," suggested Tony, pointing to the other tit.

Andrew glared at Tony, and then quickly mimicked his actions.

"Now you remember that, because you can do it yourself at home," Tony said to Janet as he moved back down the table, enjoying the sight of her rosy red erect nipples.

"Thank you Professor."

"Ok Janet, no problems there, you can pull your gown back up."

Tony was enjoying the day, so far the doctor had seen four different women, much to his delight. The last one in particular had been to Tony's liking. He had really enjoyed examining the dd-sized tits of the blonde bimbo. She was the stereotypical blonde, the only thing she wasn't doing was giggling incessantly.

It was late in the afternoon and there was only one patient left to see, a young woman here on her first visit. Doctor Sumner didn't know her so he couldn't fill Tony in on the juicy details, as Tony had made him do for each of the previous women.

"Doctor, here's Michelle," said Betty, leading a blonde in her late teens into the surgery.

"Hello Doctor," said the girl nervously, as she walked into the room, and stood awkwardly.

"Don't worry honey, I'm just out here," yelled an older female voice from the waiting room as the door closed.

"That's my mum," said the embarrassed teen.

"That's fine," said Andrew, reassuringly. "Call me Andrew." He gave her a reassuring smile, shook her hand, and led her to a chair near his desk.

"This is Tony, he's a professor from the University..."

Andrew quickly ran through all the paperwork and found out her history, as Tony sat nearby listening interestedly. She had come here today for her first check up, her mother had decided it was time.

Tony was ecstatic, he had seen this teen before, she lived near one of his friends, and he had been watching her over the years. He was enjoying the sight of her erect nipples pushing out through her pink cotton top, as she nervously crossed and uncrossed her legs beneath her long denim skirt. He had always thought of her as a little tease, although she never had been really. She was somewhat proper, and quite shy, but that didn't stop Tony's fantasy idea of her.

Michelle slipped out from behind the screen, and nervously climbed up backwards onto the couch, desperately trying to keep the back of the gown closed. Tony was trying not to laugh, but made sure he was at the head of the table for any possible glimpse of her arse, he didn't get one though.

"Come on Andrew, let's not keep this young lady waiting," said Tony to Andrew who was still seated, filling in forms. "I'll get started on the breast exam then," said Tony eagerly.

Andrew knew he couldn't stop him, so he just nodded and continued his work.

Shyly the teen lowered the top of the gown upon Tony's instructions and revealed her perfect b cup tits. Tony was trying not to drool as he reached forwards and took them in his hands. Officially declaring this day as one of the greatest days in all history, Tony began to knead and fondle her supple titmeat. When he tweaked her nipples she gave a little squeak, which caused Andrew to look up from his papers, but Tony waved him away. While she had been undressing Tony had told him that he was going to do this one, and Andrew could just watch. As she had never been before she wouldn't know what was normal and what wasn't so he let Tony do it, and then hopefully he'd go and Andrew would be free of him. Andrew could always stop him if he went too far.

"That's fine Michelle, they're in great shape," he said happily.

"Oh, ok. T...thanks," she mumbled, not sure what to say.

"Lay back on the couch, and slip your feet up in the stirrups for me," instructed Tony.

Michelle stared at him, in her mind she had known this moment would come, but even still she wasn't prepared for the reality of it. She was about to put her legs up, spread them wide apart and let some old guy play around in her privates. Slowly she eased herself back on the couch, and after a long moment of contemplation she mustered her courage and very hesitantly she did as she was asked.

Tony sat down on the seat, his head was just at the right level, placing him eye to pussy with her nether regions. He could see that she was deeply embarrassed, and was doing her best to keep her thighs together. Tony was loving every moment of it. He reached out and lightly touched her thigh. She almost jumped through the ceiling and she did it again when he slid his hand further along.

"Michelle, I'm sorry but I can't work if you're going to jump each time I touch you."

"I'm sorry Professor, I'll try not to."

"I think it might be better if I gave you a little something to calm you down."

"O...ok," she said, quite unsure of this.

He went over to Andrew and they spoke with each other, softly enough that she couldn't hear them. After a moment, Andrew got up with a look of annoyance and opened a small cupboard near her head. Inside the cupboard was a gas cylinder and a mask. He placed the mask over her face and turned on the gas.

"Just breathe normally, it's only some gas to relax you."

Tony was happy, he had had to use threats, but Andrew had done as he had requested.

She was woozily reacting now as he touched her, and when he touched her defenceless, lightly downed blonde pussy, she was starting to slip away. A moment longer and she had passed out.

"Andrew?"

"Yes Tony?"

"Come and show me if she's a virgin."

"Now that's not appropriate," said Andrew in annoyance. Tony had promised him that he wouldn't do anything indecent to her.

"Is it worth a finger?"

Andrew frowned for a moment and then headed over to them.

"I thought it wasn't," said Tony with a grin of triumph.

Andrew had opened her pussy lips with a speculum and was pointing at a fine membrane covering the opening to her womb.

"There, that's it there," said Andrew pointing like a schoolteacher.

"Wow, I've never seen a cherry up close before," said Tony as he moved in for a better look. "Ok, you can move now," he said directing Andrew out of his way.

He stuck out his index finger and began to feel his way around the girl's virginity.

"So if I was to just push..." postulated Tony, as he pressed his finger forwards. He felt the flesh give under the pressure and his finger slid in deeper. "it would pop her cherry."

She grunted in pain, but didn't react further.

"What have you done!" Andrew was horrified. He looked on in amazement. He knew the whole thing had been a bad idea but he hadn't expected this, he had assumed Tony would abide by his promise, he wouldn't do anything to Andrew's patients. He had been wrong.

Tony stood up and unzipped his fly, quickly fishing his erect cock out of his pants.

"What are you doing?" asked Andrew, mortified. He watched in disbelief as Tony slipped a condom out of his wallet and unrolled it down the length of his erect member.

"What does it look like Doc? I aim to get a bit of action from this little tease."

"You can't! Dear god please, don't do it. Leave her alone," begged the doctor.

Tony simply stuck out his little finger and made a chopping motion with his other hand.

Andrew shook his head in sorrow, and spun on his heel so as not to watch the deed.

With a huge grin, Tony lined the head of his excited cock up with her defenceless little jewel, and pressed in. After a few moments of pressure and a few humps to get it in, Tony was balls deep in the tight virgin hole.

"Ahh, condoms lubricated for her pleasure, always buy the best Doc," chuckled Tony, he was happy at how easy that had been, the blood would have helped too he guessed. He hadn't expected the Doc to cave in that quickly, but he was glad that he had.

Michelle gave out a whimper, but continued sleeping. Tony slowly dragged the length of his cock back out of her, feeling her tight lips and muscles pressing in against him the whole way back out, and then as he plunged back in again too.

Tony was massaging her clit and any other part of her pussy he could reach as he worked his cock in and out.

"She's getting really wet, must be a great dream eh?" he chuckled.

Tony slowly slid in and out, he hadn't been in a pussy this tight in years and he was doing all he could not to explode in her immediately.

"Have you tried one of these teenagers Doc? They're so tight, it's fantastic!"

"Just hurry up will you," mumbled Andrew, slumped behind his desk, head in his hands. He could see his entire life slipping away, there was going to be lawsuits, penalties and god only knows what else. They'd shut him down and he'd go to jail, where he'd end up on the receiving end of this sort of treatment, probably from a big muscular guy like Tony.

"Can't hold on much longer anyway Doc, she's just too good," groaned Tony as he plunged into her depths again. Tony's legs were quivering where he was standing, he held onto the end of the bench to stop from falling over, as he enjoyed every second of it. His come shot out, again and again, with only the condom separating her womb from his seed.

Tony slumped forwards over the top of the girl, hiding her smaller frame beneath his larger body. As he lay there sucking in air, and enjoying the feelings from her pussy, he had a casual nibble on her exposed nipples.

"Get dressed will you please," begged Andrew.

"Oh alright, it's not like she's going anywhere," said Tony as he moved away from her and zipped himself up.

Andrew cleaned the girl up, rearranged her and turned off the gas.

When she came to, Andrew and Tony were seated at the desk making notes.

"Am I finished," she mumbled quietly, still disoriented.

"Ahh you're awake," said Tony cheerfully. "How do you feel?"

"Ok, I guess," she seemed to be mentally taking stock of herself.

"You're fine, everything's in tip top shape. You might be a little bit sore down there for a day or so. That's usually what happens the first time you get examined, but you should be right next time."

"Have a lovely weekend," said Tony to Michelle's back as she left the room, and the door closed behind her.

"Well that's the last one, can I have my waiver back now please."

"Ok, that last one really paid for this," grinned Tony as he signed off the receipt and handed it to Andrew.

"Big weekend planned Doc?" asked Tony as he, Andrew and Betty made their way to the door to lockup for the night.

"Nothing much," said Andrew, relieved that the day was over while praying that there were no repercussions.

"How about you Betty?" asked Tony as he admired her tight arse from behind as she moved around setting the alarms.

"Me neither," she said, grateful that another week was over, and she could get away from this oaf.

Tony found himself drawn to her arse, he had decided that he really wanted to fuck her tight arsehole, and make her squeal. Surely there was some way he could arrange for that to happen.

"Hey Doc, how about a game of poker?"

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