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  "You should come inside, unless you'd like someone to see us together."

  I immediately thought of the man downstairs, and began feeling paranoid again. I quickly stepped into the room, shivering as he placed his hand on my back as I passed by him. He closed the door behind me.

  "Does the hospital allow those, now?" he asked, and I realized he was eyeing the fishnets.

  My face felt warm, and I knew I was turning red again. "No...No, I just...I grabbed them because I left quickly."

  He nodded, obviously unconvinced. He took a step toward me and I took one back.

  "I'm not here for the reason you think I am. I just want you to make sure I'm okay, and then I'm going to leave." I tried to make myself sound as confident as I could.

  He smirked. "Of course. Let's just take a look, then." He stepped in close to me.

  "Could you...put some clothes on? I don't think this is appropriate." I almost whispered the last part.

  "Don't worry. I'm just giving you a checkup, right? I'll make it quick and you can be on your way." He wrapped on arm around the small of my back and I was paralyzed. It had to have been the pills.

  "Let's start by checking your pulse." He grabbed my throat with his other hand, pushing my face up to looks his in the eye. I could breathe, but his grip was tight. I could feel my pulse pushing against his thumb with every heartbeat. "You're heart's racing, Laura. The side effect must be affecting you greatly."

  "Y-yes...it's driving me insane," I whimpered.

  "You have two options."

  "Please, tell me."

  "The first one is a simple, quick acting cure. You lay on your back, or on all fours, or over a table and I give you an injection."

  My eyes went wide. "No! I can't...my husband...," I pleaded.

  He rolled his eyes. "The second option is that you feel like this until it wears off or you take the first option."

  I couldn't take this for another hour, let alone a day or however long it would take to wear off. His hand slid down from the small of my back and he sunk his fingers into a handful of my ass. I groaned, my lips parting slightly. He never took his eyes off mine.

  "I just--I can't do it, what would I tell him?"

  He suddenly let go of me and then grabbed the front of my uniform. With a single tug he tore the front of my uniform open down to the belt, the buttons popping off one by one, revealing the purple bustier I wore underneath. I screamed, and tried to cover myself.

  "I'm sure you were thinking of your husband when you poured yourself into this number. Regardless, you don't have to tell him anything. I give you what you're looking for, you're cured, and then you go back to your happy marriage. You need this. I know you already tried with him. You smell like sex."

  I felt like I was going to cry, but I knew he was right. I couldn't live feeling like that, and it would just become a problem for James and me. It would just be this once. And it was a medical issue, so not even an affair, really. Anything to justify it to myself.

  I furrowed my brow, resigning myself. "All right," I said, slowly undoing my belt and sliding the rest of my uniform off. "Only this one time."

  He forcefully pressed his lips against mine and I fell into him. His hands ran over my round hips and pulled them toward him. I felt him getting hard against me, rubbing against the satin of my panties. I couldn't believe what was happening. I placed my hand against his hard chest as if I were going to push him away but couldn't.

  He could sense I was still hesitant and slid his around to my ass again, holding me tightly so that I couldn't have backed away if I wanted to. Our tongues slid over each other's and I moaned into his mouth. He kissed the corner of my lips and then moved down to my jawline, kissing lower and lower until his lips caressed my neck.

  He had a sweet smell to him, something close to black licorice, a mix of his cologne and the way he naturally smelled. I inhaled it deeply as he traced his lips over my collar bone. His swollen cock throbbed with every heart beat against me. I couldn't see it since we were so pressed together so closely, but the feel of its size frightened me. I had never experienced a large cock, and large seemed like too small of a word for his.

  One of his hands cupped my breast, kneading it roughly, sinking his fingers deep into the flesh and making me gasp in a mix of pleasure and pain. His hand then worked at the lacing at the front of my bustier, loosening it, and in an effortless motion pulled down the top, exposing my large, heaving breasts. His lips left my collar bone and traced a path to them. I placed a hand behind his head, holding him tightly against them as his tongue began to run little circles around my nipple.

  My nipples puckered almost immediately under the touch of his tongue. I cried out as he continued to suckle and nibble on my sensitive, pebbled tips. Despite the attention he gave them they still ached with need. I didn't know if anything was going to be enough to quench my thirst.

  He lifted his head, continuing to work my breasts with his hand, admiring their weight and resistance. Now that he was standing slightly back from me I looked down and gasped. His cock was rock hard and pointed upward toward me, pressing into my belly. The tip glistened with pre-cum which left a dark trail on the purple satin. There was no way I'd be able to take that thing, not matter how badly my pussy ached for it. It was easily as thick around as my wrist and far longer than my husband's cock. I started to pull back. I couldn't do it, it was just too much.

  He snatched my hand and spun me around so that his massive rod rested between my cheeks. He pulled me closer to him and wrapped his other hand around my front, his hand moving between my legs. I squirmed and tried to free myself but he could tell I wasn't trying hard. His finger pressed between my lips, soaking the satin panties.

  "Yes," I whispered before I could stop myself.

  His fingers moved along my slit and circled my clit. I could feel the G-string getting damp with my juices. He kissed along my neck and then bit my shoulder. I gave a quick scream of surprise and then reached a hand back to caress the side of his face.

  "Come with me," he said, taking my hand and leading me to the spacious living room. He was surprisingly gentle as he led me. I didn't know what to expect from this man. "Get on the couch. On your back."

  I did as he told me. It was an enormous leather couch which could have practically doubled for a bed. I sat on the edge of it and laid back. Immediately he grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs into the air, making me squeal. He hooked my legs over his shoulders and then grabbed the thin strip of cloth covering my slit. Gripping it with both hands he snapped the G-string in two, flipping the front upward so that it rested near my stomach. My lip trembled as I watched him tear my panties so forcefully.

  He lowered his head between my legs and inhaled deeply. His slow exhale blew a stream of warm air over my clit and I closed my eyes, biting in on my lip, as I let the pleasure course through me. "Intoxicating," was all he said, more to himself than me. And then he began the assault on my pussy.

  His tongue ran over it again and again, flicking lightly at my clit every time he reached the top. It prodded and twirled inside my channel, driving me crazy. My hands ran through his hair and I grabbed it roughly, guiding him to all the right spots. I could feel my orgasm building in my core.

  He brought up a hand and wet his fingers along my slit before inserting two of them. He moved them in little "come here" motions as if beckoning the orgasm out of me. I bucked my hips, pressing his fingers deeper. He suddenly sucked on my engorged clit, flicking at it with the tip of his tongue and I lost it. Everything went white. I could feel him, rapidly thrusting his fingers inside me and lapping at me with his tongue, but I had no idea how long he'd been doing it. My orgasm felt like it would go on forever.

  When it finally subsided, he slid his fingers out of my channel and sucked them clean. I didn't think my thighs were ever going to stop shaking. "Well, how was that? Is your problem taken care of?" I suddenly realized I had completely forgotten about my husband and felt guilt wash over me. I wanted to say yes, to tell him that I was good to go, but when he sat up I could see his cock, swollen and angry looking, twitching just inches from my entrance. I knew I needed more. My pussy ached, greedy for his enormous shaft.

  I shook my head, afraid that if I vocalized my desire I'd break down into begging. He smirked, and lined himself up with my hole. He grabbed my thick thighs, pressing them back, and pushed just the tip of his head inside me. It already felt enormous. Just the tip felt wider than most men's pricks.

  "Are you ready?" he asked.

  I began to say yes but it turned into a scream as he pushed inside me, my pussy swallowing his thick rod as far as he could push it. It slammed into my cervix. I felt an amazing, swirling mix of pleasure and pain. It took me a moment to catch my breath as I adapted to his size. My breaths were deep and controlled as he began to move in and out of me. This was nothing like sex with my husband. This wasn't like sex at all. This was being taken.

  He pushed against my thighs harder, and I grabbed at his waist to pull him in. My walls were spread wide around his cock and I could feel every detail of it inside me. My head rolled back and I wondered if I'd pass out just trying to take him.

  He began moving faster, the sound of wet flesh on flesh and my desperate moans filling the room. He leaned in to kiss me. I could smell my juices on him mixed with his sweet licorice scent, blending into a cologne of pure sex. His heavy balls slapped against my round ass and I reached down, cupping and stroking them. He groaned into his mouth and began slamming into me harder. I don't know how I did it but I was taking him to the hilt.

  I came again, like a head on collision, powerful, unexpected and fast. I screamed louder than I ever had before and wondered if the neighbors could hear all of this. He pulled out and I whined, disappointed. He slapped his heavy tool against my clit and ran it up and down my slit. I stared at it hungrily and squirmed against his meat club. I knew I still wasn't satiated. I still burned for him.

  "You greedy little whore. You still want more, don't you?"

  I winced when he said "whore" but deep down I loved it. I needed to be taken like a whore to make the effects of those pills disappear for good. I nodded, knowing exactly what I needed for an antidote. "Yes...I need more. I want your cum."

  He stood up, and looked me over. I was still shaking visibly from my last orgasm. My bustier was pulled down, exposing my heavy tits that heaved with every breath. My G-string was hanging from my waist in tatters. A thin sheen of sweat made me glisten under the low light of his living room. I knew my hair had to have been a mess. I looked like I'd been ravaged by a group of men, not just one. He admired his work.

  Finally, after what seemed like forever, he spoke up. "Get up. Bend over and put your hands on the couch." I followed his orders without a thought.

  I planted my hands on the couch and lifted my ass as high as it would go. My breasts swayed underneath me as I slowly moved my hips back and forth. His hands ran over and gripped the ample flesh of my ass. I could feel his dick sliding up along my groove and then docking slightly in my hole. He sunk his fingers into my hips and pulled me back onto him.

  My pussy eagerly invited him back in. He started quickly, pounding into me harder than he had before. My tits bounced under me and he let go of one of my hips, bending over me to grab my breast. I was amazed at how much larger he felt from behind. I was panting as he crashed into my cervix over and over. The pain was barely even an afterthought. I couldn't believe how completely filled I was.

  My arms gave out and I fell forward, lying on the side of my face on the couch with my arms splayed out in front of me. My cries had turned into one long monotone. My pussy quivered around his cock as another wave of pleasure washed over me. How many times was he going to make me come? Or did I ever stop coming? I couldn't tell what direction was up at that point and gave up, allowing myself to be taken completely.

  My legs trembled and began to give out but he lifted me by both hips, refusing to stop pounding me for even a second. My ass shook with each thrust. My entire head went empty as he fucked me silly. I don't know how long he took me. I knew it was for a while, but I had lost all sense of time. I came repeatedly, my monotone wail eventually turning into a pleading cry.

  "Please! Please, no more! I can't take any more!" I wanted more. I didn't want him to ever stop, but it felt like I was going to go crazy, or die.

  With that he slapped my ass, grabbing a handful, hard, and pressed into me with a loud yell. A thick, forceful spray of cum jetted into me. I could feel each pump splashing against my cervix, filling me. He pulled out of me and let go of my hips, letting me fall onto the couch. His heavy cock hung as the blood began to leave it, although it was still amazingly large. It shined with my wetness and his spunk. A thin thread of cum hung from the tip of his cock.

  He moved close to me and I took his softening cock into my mouth, sucking what I could from it. My hand moved between my legs and I gently massaged my pussy, feeling the endless pool of semen pouring from it. He pulled himself from my mouth and I laid my head back, closing my eyes, immediately drifting off to sleep.

  I woke up some time later. I sat up, panicked, and then calmed down when I realized where I was. I could smell breakfast being cooked. I got up and looked for my clothes to get dressed. My uniform couldn't be buttoned, but it was better than nothing. I slid it on and held the front shut as I made my way to the kitchen.

  Dr. Fuller, fully dressed in his usual work clothes, greeted me with a smile. "I was wondering when you'd wake up. You were out for about four hours. How do you feel?"

  I paused for a minute, assessing myself. "Um, good...great, really." The side effect seemed to have disappeared completely. Besides some aching down below from the pounding I took, I felt amazing. I shook my head, trying to make sense of the day before. I hadn't been myself at all. "What time is it, anyway?" I asked.

  "About ten."

  Ten...out for four hours. So I passed out around six. Christ, he fucked me for almost two hours? Then something clicked. "Oh my God! James...," I said, immediately looking for my cell phone in my pocket. Dr. Fuller walked over, setting a plate of bacon, eggs and toast in front of me, along with my cell phone.

  "He called around eight or so."

  "What? Did you...," I trailed off, my head running through the worst possibilities.

  "No, no, I didn't tell him anything. I told him you were busy with a patient and that you'd be heading home as early as possible. He said he'd see you when he gets home tonight."

  I sighed in relief. "Thanks..."

  "No thanks necessary. Happy to help." He grinned that shit-eating grin.

  I rolled my eyes. "Well, you certainly helped. Tell me before you give me anything weird again, okay?"

  "Weird? What's weird about these?" He tossed a small bottle of pills to me.

  I caught it and looked inside. They were pills from yesterday. I read the label and my face went white. "You...you gave me..."

  "Placebos." He didn't stop grinning when he put on a jacket and walked toward the door. "I've got to get to work. Don't worry about coming in today. Take your time, leave when you're ready."

  I was frozen, staring at the bottle. Red began to replace the paleness that had taken over my face.

  Just before closing the door he popped his head back in, dangling my torn G-string. I remembered then that I had fallen asleep with it still on. "If you don't mind I'd like to keep these. A souvenir." He shut the door just in time to block the pill bottle I threw at him. I heard him laughing as he walked down the hall.

  "You asshole!" I shouted after him. But it was hollow. I still felt amazing. I ran a hand over my belly, enjoying the content feeling inside me.

  I picked up my stockings, stuffing them in my pocket and looked around for anything else I might have forgotten. When I was ready, I made my way to do the door, opening it. I looked back at the couch where he ravaged me. A haze of memories flooded my head as I remembered the things he did to me.

  I crouched down and picked up the small bottle of pills I had thrown, sliding them into my pocket before walking out into the hall and closing the door. Clutching my uniform closed, I made my way back to my car and drove home. My husband wouldn't be home for five or six hours. Plenty of time for me to sew my buttons back on and maybe even catch a nap.

  I pulled the bottle of pills out from my pocket and smiled, shaking my head. I opened up the glove compartment, dropped the bottle inside and closed it. Who knew when I might have another headache?

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