Shaina knew there was no meaningful predictor of cock size. She remembered the last blowjob she gave (not counting her pageant coach), a swarthy, hirsute doctor who looked like a menswear model from the 1970s. There was something sleazy enough about him that she decided to go for it, after about eight months into her job. Mostly, she wanted to see if his dick was as big as she thought.
It wasn’t, even though the doctor had huge hands, which gently palmed the base of her skull as she nodded up and down on his shaft. His dick was nice and thick, with a spongy mushroom head that expanded and pulsed as he tensed up with excitement. But it wasn’t very long. Barely even six inches. Still, Shaina concluded it was a good blowjob dick; she could take him all the way, nuzzle his pubic hair with the tip of her nose, without worrying about gagging.
He was her fifth sales call. The first four were older, sticklers, with notices posted out front strictly refusing sales representatives without an appointment. Even though Shaina always made an appointment, such signals gave her the feeling that everything about the call should be by the book, even if she was dressed like an out-call escort at the airport Sheraton.
“There’s nothing wrong with letting them think you would fuck them,” said Suzanne, the “mama bear” who supervised all the sales girls in Merevena’s southwest territory. That usually meant a black leather pencil skirt and matching stiletto ankle boots, paired with a white top and jacket, or maybe a clingy black turtleneck that practically shrink-wrapped her huge tits. Oh, and the earings. Gotta wear the hooker hoops, Shaina said to herself as she glanced at the alarm clock of her cheap motel room and got ready.
But there was no sign with an angry lecture when Shaina approached the receptionist’s window, close to the end of the lunch hour. Shaina pushed her big stunner sunglasses to the top of her updo, prepared for a resentful glare from the receptionist. Instead, she seemed like a cheerful piece of eye candy herself, unthreatened by the presence of a woman who knew she was desirable and dressed like it. For sure, word had spread that Shaina was the college cheerleader and Miss Kansas runner-up.
She made sure her LinkedIn bio discreetly mentioned both, as part of her overall marketing experience. The receptionist buzzed her in and directed her to the physician’s office at the end of the hall. The whole place looked shabby and messy, especially the doctor’s office, a windowless, light blue room lit dully by fluorescent lights, with a garish, overstuffed leather executive chair sitting too low behind a large, unkempt desk. The doctor’s diplomas didn’t leave the impression of a brilliant guy, either; party-school undergraduate (LSU) and an M.D. from Barbados.
He didn’t even stand up when she entered. “Hello there, just a second,” he said, barely looking up from his computer screen. She sat down and said nothing, waiting for him to finish typing. “Sorry, just … EHR, never ends.”
“I know all about it,” Shaina said, smiling in sympathy. “Take your time.”
She made up her mind to go for it.
The doctor finished tapping on the keyboard, hit enter, and turned to Shaina. “Now, what can we do for you,” he said.
Shaina said nothing, waiting for the doctor to make eye contact with her. When he did, she pursed her lips into an opportunistic smirk, smoothed her leather skirt, folded her hands in her lap, fixed his gaze for a long moment, with a piercing, saucy glare underneath her smoky eyes.
“My pussy,” she mouthed, slowly, deliberately, silently, “is very wet.”
Shaina had never seen a look like the one she got in return. It was a mixture of utter surprise, sexual excitement, and dog-who-caught-the-car anxiety. Shaina, improvising the scene, pushed a long finger and painted-red nail to her ruby lips. The doctor nodded slowly, mouth open, in complete disbelief of what was about to happen. She stood, turned on her heels and went to the office door to quietly turn its doorknob lock. Then she sashayed over to the doctor and sat on the corner of the desk, looking down at the doctor, who had turned to her and sat spread-eagled, like a guy getting a lap dance, as he loosened his tie.
Shaina brushed her hair over her ear, leaned over, and put her right palm on his chest. She could feel his heart reverberating through the rough white fabric of his opened lab coat. She kissed him on the forehead, then the cheek, then the lips, and then at the top of his chest. By the time she got to his navel, he groaned, “Oh my God,” and nervously raised out of his chair to unbuckle his dress pants and shoot them to the floor.
Shaina took his rampant penis in her hand, pumped it slowly twice, and licked up the shaft. The doctor whimpered. Precum was practically drooling from the tip of his dick, which arced slightly downward in a very pleasing way. She moved down and surrounded his cock with the warm, wonderful wetness of her mouth.
Shaina felt his rough hand on the back of her head, gently pushing it down into his pelvis, damp and musky with male excitement. He was very excited. She slowed her blowjob down and took his dick out of her mouth, flattening out her tongue and licking up the shaft, careful to avoid his sensitive cock head. Shaina didn’t want to make another guy cum too fast and end it with an apology.
Shaina stood up and reached around her waist to unzip her leather skirt, which thrust her big tits forward. “You want some of this cheerleader pussy?” she teased, in a soft, breathy voice. The doctor nodded, stood up, and waddled over behind her, his ankles still bound by the dress pants puddling around his feet. Shaina slid her skirt down to her calves, then shimmied out of it and kicked it out of the way, revealing her garter belt, nude, seamed stockings, and lace thong. She gripped the side of the desk and thrust her ass and pussy out as the doctor pulled aside her panty crotch and steered his cock inside.
If he wasn’t long, he was thick! Shaina enjoyed the pleasant stretching feeling as she tightened up her core muscles and clamped down on his penis, slowing his thrusts to a tight slither. She arched her back and the doctor lightly grasped at her wavy knot of dirty blond hair, still pulling her neck back. Shaina really enjoyed hair play; she would have let it down altogether, but she didn’t want to walk out with full-blown sex hair, no matter how laid-back this office was.
“You like this cheerleader pussy, doctor? Yeah? You want this tight college-girl pussy?” she cooed, again keeping her voice low and breathy. “Oh, fuck me, you bastard,” she purred. He was the quiet type, though. No reply, all fucking. But Shaina was well familiar with the worried groans of a man about to cum. She felt the cool air on the back of her thighs as he separated and pulled out of her, then several hot, sticky whips of cum lashing her butt and the small of her back.
The doctor collapsed into his overstuffed chair, then opened a desk drawer and produced a bottle of cheap bourbon. He poured some into a specimen cup and washed down some kind of pill with it. Shaina runway-walked over to a counter with a sink, stilettos banging out gunfire on the hardwood floor, and pulled two tissues out of a Kleenex box. She wiped the cum off her butt and back; some had dribbled out and splattered the inside of her calf, so she reached over and dabbed that up, too.
Shaina slid back into her skirt, then opened a compact and freshened her lipstick. When she snapped the compact shut, she looked at the doctor with a sly grin. He grinned back as she approached, and raised up as if she was coming over to kiss him.
Instead, Shaina reached into a canvas courier bag and produced a stapled three-page agreement, already bearing her signature. “So, I’ll have monthly sample packs sent to you, and we ask for a year’s commitment as a courtesy,” she said matter-of-factly. “How many examination rooms do you have?”
“Ah, um, s-six,” he stammered.
“Very well,” Shaina said, handing the doctor a pen. “We’ll FedEx six sample packs, the posters, and brochures. We thank you for recommending Egemera to your patients.”
