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How have I got myself in this situation? wondered Patsy as she stood before him, her all-too-obvious belly the object of his gaze. Six months ago, and it was just a routine check-up: my appointment was with kindly old Doc Peters, whom known me since I was born, and now here I am, with one of those locums. And I immediately think of Dr John Priestley, the cause of it all …

Of course I could have complained to the authorities, if only I had dared. I could have gone along (somewhere? where?) and said “Doctor John Priestley has taken advantage of his position …” and what position was that when he fucked me and got me like this? Was it the time we did it missionary, or when he came in me doggy-fashion, or even when we spent the night at the motel and got real adventurous? When he had me up against the wall, me suspended on his dick - that beautiful big dick, yes!; the second time with my legs over his shoulders, real deep penetration, my cunt so wet and open; the third time in the shower with us getting wetter and wetter; and the fourth time - did he really manage to get it up for a fourth time? - on the hood of his car before he dropped me off home at 2.30 in the morning …

It took a lot of explaining to Harry when I eventually got indoors. Thank God he was very tired and hardly noticed my state, nor smelt the sex on me. The shower got rid of that, but not the aching cunt - that big cock really fills me! Poor Harry, works so hard: but poor me as well, he isn’t one of life’s great lovers. Not like Johnny here at all.

“Doctor John Priestley has put me in this condition …” yes he has, made me into this quivering mass every time I think of him and remember what a great lover he was (and probably still is). I recall that first appointment so well … the receptionist had explained that Doc Peters was on a long vacation, and that a locum was to see me instead.

“Well, Mrs Harrison, let’s take a look at you, shall we?”

Nice and breezy, and yet that sudden lurch in the pit of my stomach as his blue eyes met mine. It was instant, that rapport, and I think we both foresaw the outcome, although he tried to maintain his dignity. We both knew, though, that he would just have to fuck me and very soon. My cunt contracted as if he was inside me already and I sat down abruptly.

He stood, all six feet of him, bronzed and fair-haired. My eyes were drawn as if by magnets to his crotch. Did I imagine it, or could I really see through his clothing - saw what he had for me inside there? Or is that just hindsight, knowing what I know now?

“Oh please call me Patsy … Doc Peters always does!” my voice wasn’t my own, but some silly female’s sounding so come-hither I was ashamed of it.

“Right Patsy, thank you. Let’s got on with the examination shall we? Do you want for a nurse to be present, or … “

“Oh no, it’s perfectly alright” I said hurriedly, perhaps too hurriedly for he laughed at my eagerness.

In one half of me - the sensible half - I just longed for the appointment to be over, so I could get away. I didn’t know where I would go, only that I needed sexual relief. Me, a woman of twenty-something, acting like a precocious teenager, having that itch between her legs, needing sexual relief.

Each time his hands touched me - my arm to take the blood pressure (which I’m surprised didn’t burst the machine); my face to examine my eyes (lusting for him) and my mouth (opening for his cock); my legs (ready to clasp his naked body close to mine); I almost swooned. Then he asked me to get on the couch: the internal examination. The earth whirled around me and everything seemed so far off.

“Doctor John Priestley took advantage of me …” and how wonderfully he did it! I think he much more surprised at himself than I was, because by then I was just a bundle of lusting humanity, a woman in terrible, unstoppable need. How could I have been like that? I still cannot understand it, and yet it happened. I felt his fingers inside encased in the rubber glove, the gentle probing, and then I came with a great gasping shudder. I looked up at him, and there, unmistakably, was that lust in his eyes, echoing mine. I also realised how young he was.

There was a complete silence in the room. His fingers remained inside me.

“Doctor …” I began.

He coughed, nervously. “Er, yes, Mrs … Patsy?”

“Is that the first time you have done that for real, with no-one else present?”

He agreed that it was.

“Does it make you uncomfortable? Is there something I can do to help you?” As I spoke I reached out and touched him, finding (as I knew I would) a nice stiff bulge. “Is this what needs some attention?”

“Yes Patsy” he said meekly. “Oh yes, it certainly does! But we mustn’t, I’m your doctor and …”

“I won’t tell if you don’t” I said firmly and without more ado I unzipped his fly. Inside I found what I’d hoped, a wonderfully impressive cock, bursting with a young man’s vigor. I pulled him towards me and was soon sucking him off.

That first time went by in a whirl. He rang through to the secretary to say that we would be a little longer (quick thinking on his part, I thought!) and returned to me on the couch. By now I had removed my panties and my cunt was open to him - literally for it was dripping with my cum. Without removing his clothing he joined me, thrusting deep into me. We fucked like animals that time (and I guess for times after that too!), and I was full of his seed before I knew it.

Replacing my underwear - I didn’t want to lose his cum down my legs right away - I heard him say to the receptionist that I needed another, longer, appointment later that week.

Later that week I was back in the surgery. No examination or any time-wasting things like that, just a very fierce fuck, the doggy one over his desk. Whilst we were calming down he told me that he was only locum for the three weeks, and that he was then moving away from the district. We then made our appointment for the motel.

“Doctor John Priestley and I have committed adultery” - but how else can a hot sexy woman get what she craves? I certainly wouldn’t have wanted to do it with anyone but him, I am sure. Our night in the motel lives on with me, and certainly with this, my baby inside me. Oh yes of course it is his - Harry didn’t get near me in that time, and if he had have tried I would have pleaded tiredness, or something. When John left at the end of his tenure, though, I did make sure that my husband took care of me. He was very surprised, I can tell you! But at least it is to all intents and purposes his, this child.

And now here I am, with my six monthly check-up. It’s another young locum, I see.

“Well, Mrs Harrison, let’s take a look at you, shall we?”

“Oh please call me Patsy … Doc Peters always does!” my voice isn’t my own, but some silly female’s sounding so come-hither I am ashamed of it …