Sex is the Best Treatment Part 2 Lab Work

"Doctor and patient make love on the reception room sofa"

Randy followed me into my small lab and watched as I prepared slides of his prostate fluids, placing one of them on my binocular microscope. As I peered through the eye pieces, I felt Randy’s arms slip around my waist as he pressed his now soft cock against my ass. It was like I was two people—the doctor who was studying her patient’s fluids under the high-power optical microscope and the horny bitch whose ass was grinding back against a cock that she wanted desperately to have inside her. It was as if I had two brains. The scientific brain was telling me that Randy had a prostate infection and that he didn’t have any blood in his prostate fluids. The horny bitch’s brain was telling me to tell him the good news and then get down to having my brains fucked out on the tile floor. His cock was as hard as steel again and pressing straight up between my ass cheeks.

I straightened up and spun around in his arms.

“Honey, you have a prostate infection. Some antibiotics will clear that up in no time. I’ll write a prescription later. Right now I need you inside me.”

As I wrapped my arms around him and pulled his body tight against mine, I suddenly realized just how well-endowed Randy really was. We were almost the exact same height, yet the bloated head of his cock pressed against the undersides of my titties. Excitement and fear coursed throughout my body at the same time. I was afraid that he was too big for me to take in. I was excited because I knew that I was going to experience the most satisfying sex of my life.

I was the horny bitch who just wanted to fuck. Randy was my new, young stud who wanted to make love to me. I was ready to fuck on the tile floor, but Randy had other ideas. Tilting my face up to his, he kissed me gently, lovingly at first. But, in the end, we both were too aroused for any of that nonsense. Our mouths opened wide. Our tongues meeting like two fiery serpents engaged in mortal combat. As our tongues swirled over and around each other, each seeking the advantage, every nerve ending in my mouth was exploding with increase need. A pyrotechnic display of lights, like Fourth of July Roman Candles, was playing out across the insides of my tightly closed eyelids. My moans were growing louder as I started thrusting my swollen pussy lips against the base of his cock, forcing them apart, grinding my erect clit against his shaft.

Suddenly, without breaking our kiss, Randy scooped me up in his arm and carried me out into the deserted reception area, placing me gently down on the leather sofa. With my one leg atop the back of the sofa and my other foot flat on the floor, Randy stretched out between my flushed thighs.

Finally breaking our kiss, Randy leaned back from me to guide the bloated head of his cock between my blood-engorged pussy lips. Slowly he eased the head of his cock inside. I screamed out as he slid that huge piece of meat in me.

My screams a combination of pain and ecstasy. Slowly, ever so slowly, he eased his cock deeper and deeper inside my clenching hole until our pubic bones pressed tightly together. He stayed motionless inside me for the longest of time, letting my body acclimate itself to the new fullness it was experiencing. I had never experience such fullness, not even as a virgin.

Still not moving inside me, he leaned forward to take my nipples in his mouth, first one then the other. Working back and forth between them, running his tongue over and around them, he had them throbbing like two fiery-hot coals atop my cooler tit flesh. Taking them gently between his teeth, he stretched them, milked them, until they grew harder and fatter then they had ever become during sex. They felt as if they were about to explode. Randy had yet to move inside me, yet I was so aroused that I knew that I was going to cumm as soon as he moved an inch inside me.

Once again Randy had other ideas. He stopped working on my nipples and started kissing my eyes, my face, my neck and upper chest until my arousal slipped away. Then and only then did he start pumping that wonderful hunk of meat in and out of me. It was almost as if he could read my thoughts and my body like it was his own. Over and over again, he brought me to the very peak of arousal and then stopped thrusting in and out of me until my orgasm slipped out of reach. I was going to die if he didn’t stop teasing me and let me cumm. At the same time, I was amazed at his self-control. I had never known an eighteen year old guy who could deny himself an orgasm for that long. I knew at that moment that one night with Randy was not going to be enough.

Then, without warning, Randy started pile driving his cock into me, battering me against the soft leather cushions. Consciousness started to slip away from me as I felt myself soaring higher and higher on a steamy hot thermal of arousal. Higher than any man had ever taken me before. Reality slipped away as my orgasms swept over me like powerful waves breaking over a rocky shoreline. I was vaguely conscious of our screams mingling together as Randy finally allowed himself to reach release. I must have passed out because the reception area was pitching dark when I opened my eyes again.

Randy was gone but my clothes were piled neatly on the chair next to the sofa. On top of my clothes was a note that read, “You forgot to give me my prescription. Why don’t you drop it off to me? Your nurse has my address.”

I smiled. Apparently one night with me wasn’t going to be enough for him either.

Thank heavens my live in lover was sound asleep when I finally got home that Saturday morning. I didn’t wait until the next day; I dropped Randy’s prescription off on my way home. Dawn was breaking when I finally pulled into my driveway. For once I was too satiated and too exhausted to have more sex and that definitely was a firs