Female In The Locker Room CFNM

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Her legs, first of all, were unbelievable. Natalie Chastain had the sexiest legs young Ron had ever seen.

It was his dream job to work as a sports writer, another dream of his to work with such a hot chick, for lack of a better term. That's the way he thought of her, a hot chick. Even though she was dignified, accomplished, and 28 years old compared to his age of 23. She was just so hot, how could he not think of her as such?

But she was his superior. She was somewhat arrogant, bossy, but her looks made it easy to put up with her.

She could also be casual with young Ron. Very casual.

The two had gotten to know each other over the last few months while covering the area's pro football team.

Natalie was the beat reporter, Ron an intern who would accompany her to some of the games to help with the articles.

It was a few days after one of these games when young Ron was busy finishing his story, and the brunette beauty that was his goddess came walking elegantly into the newsroom.

Today she had on a short black skirt and black stockings that were seemingly invented to torture young Ron.

He would sometimes say he had something wrong with his computer and needed help, just so Natalie would stand in front of him, her ass practically in his face, while she banged away at the keyboard trying to figure out the problem.

But today, there was no such time for that. The two were busy working on stories, and Natalie was hustling.

She wanted to make sure the intern was going to have his story done by 4 p.m. She had to look over it before it went to the editors.

She asked the young man which player he ended up interviewing in the locker room, and Ron replied "Reginald Farland, the defensive tackle."

"Oh Jesus," Natalie replied, "did you see it?"

Ron was confused.

"See what?" he asked. Did she mean a play that Farland made? Did Ron miss something about the game? He didn't want to look stupid. He pretended to know what she meant, and spoke before she answered him.

"Oh yeah," he said.

"Isn't that rediculous?" asked the brunette, looking sexy as ever with her soft brown eyes staring at him.

Oh no, thought Ron. He didn't know what she was talking about, but went along with it anyway.

"Yeah, pretty crazy," he said.

"I love how he just walks around the locker room, like he's displaying it or something. For Christ's sake, put a towel on, you know?" she went on.

Ron's brain almost blew a fuse. Was the beautiful young Natalie talking about Reginald's...? No, couldn't be.

He had to keep talking though to not look dumb.

"Yeah, really, put a towel on," he said, practically repeating her.

She now sat down next to him and crossed her legs. My God, her legs were amazing, the young intern thought. Her brown hair hung casually over her pretty face, and the talk was even more casual. She spoke more about Reginald.

"I guess that's his claim to fame," she said, "can't blame the guy for showing it off."

Ron's brain was on overload. Here was a stunnigly hot woman that he fell in love with the moment he saw her, and she was talking candidly about some guy's...

It still couldn't be. Could it?

Ron thought he would continue the conversation.

"When was the first time you saw it?" he asked. He still didn't know for sure what "it" they were talking about.

She stared up at the ceiling.

"Oh God...must have been a couple seasons ago, I was in the locker room early so I could get my stories done for deadline - it was a Monday Night Game - and I had to wait for him to come out of the shower," she explained in a low whisper as other reporters walked to and fro about the newsroom. "I'm thinking he's going to walk to his locker with a towel and then put clothes on right away. Well..."

Ron gulped.

"He walks over, and there it is, plain as day, swinging down there between his legs - I swear to God the thing almost hung to his knees," she said.

Ron gulped again, and began sweating. He had a hard-on, and tried to not shoot off. This was the sexiest talk he ever heard.

"I'm only 25 at the time - you know - a new girl on the job, and I'm interviewing some guy who refuses to put a towel on or get changed, and I'm asking him questions while he has his schlong hanging out," she said.

Ron hadn't said much. He couldn't.

"I mean, I have seen a lot of 'em - you know, seen one, seem em all - but I have never seen anything like that. How could I even interview the guy?" she asked rhetorically.

Better yet, how could Ron ever not get a hard-on around Natalie again?

"Anyway, is your story done?" she asked.

"Uh....uh huh," he muttered out.

"Okay, great," she replied, "let me read it over before I head out."

And the two went back to work.

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A few weeks passed before Ron covered another game with Natalie.

They were in the press box that afternoon when it began to dawn on him that Natalie and a few other women reporters had jokes they would make about Reginald Farland.

They were jokes Ron never got before, like they were inside jokes. Very inside.

One game Farland picked up a fumble and ran about 10 yards with it for a touchdown, and Natalie later remarked, "surprised he didn't trip over it."

Ron, at the time, thought she just meant the 300-pound tackle was clumsy, but now he knew she meant something else.

It kind of drove him nuts in a way that here was some hot brunette getting to interview naked men in the locker room, and when Ron went to a women's soccer game earlier that year, there was no way he could go into the women's locker room and roam freely about.

Natalie and her colleagues made little jokes here and there about the naked men and their bodies, and Ron would just have to bear it.

He was actually starting to love it.

He was going to have to go into the home team's locker room that day to do his stories, and Natalie was to go into the visitors' locker room. They would meet afterwards.

Ron couldn't help resist the idea that he would take a quick glance at Reginald's prized possession and see if his female co-worker was exaggerating.

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The game was a good one, but that didn't seem to matter.

Ron's mind focused on something else.

The postgame interviews would have to be done quickly, as the young intern had to get his story done immediately after the game.

The locker room was packed to the brim, and he noticed the space at Reginald Farland's locker was unoccupied.

He couldn't believe he was going to check out the equipment of another guy - he had never done this sort of thing before - but it was only to see if what Natalie was talking about was true.

He waited, and waited, and waited. He got enough quotes from other players to write his story - he was just hanging around to get his evidence.

He saw a huge black man walking out of the shower, and toward the locker, and he thought that might be Farland.

Standing about 20 feet away from the man, he could identify him.

Mainly because of the huge, black snake that hung down between his legs.

Jesus, Natalie was right. Reginald had the largest penis Ron had ever seen.

Ron's was a mere five and a half inches when erect - he measured often as most men do - and Reginald's looked bigger than that already, and he wasn't even hard.

Ron had never seen a penis like this - he didn't know one that big existed. It made him a bit envious, but moreover, it made him horny as hell thinking about how Natalie described it.

Reginald was getting dressed, and Ron exited the locker room.

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Days had passed. Natalie again had on those black stockings a week later, and a skirt that showed off her sexy legs.

Her breasts, obviously being shown off, pushed out against her tight shirt, and she was talkative as ever with young Ron.

The two spoke about football, about writing, and about the game currently being played.

"Oh shit," Natalie said. "Looks like I'm gonna have to interview Farland after the game."

Ron gulped, and got excited.

"He's got two sacks and seven tackles already, and the game's only in the third quarter," she said, crossing her legs underneath the desk she had her laptop computer on.

Ron thought he would spice up the conversation, and get Natalie rolling.

"Why don't you interview his dick?" he asked.

The woman was a bit surprised, but understood it was a playful joke.

"I should interview his dick - I would probably get better quotes from it than I would from Reginald," she said.

The two laughed.

"I would think his penis would be very boastful," she said with a laugh.

"God that thing is huge," he admitted.

"I told you," she said. "It's like the eighth wonder of the world or something."

The two watched the rest of the game, and reporters soon filed into the locker room afterwards.

So crowded a scene that Ron never got to see Natalie interviewing the naked Farland. He fantasized about such a site, how erotic it must look.

But he would hear about it afterwards.

When the two had filed their stories, they sat back in the stadium bar and had a drink. They talked about the upcoming week, and the day they just had.

"Interview Farland?" Ron asked.

Natalie put her drink down.

"That guy is a total pig," she said. "I waited about 20 minutes for him to get dressed until I would go up to him to interview him. Finally, me and a few other reporters - all guys - go over to him while he is dressing because he's taking fucking forever. He has his shirt on, his tie on, even his earing is in. But he just leaves it there hanging."

"Hanging?" asks Ron.

"His dick - he wouldn't put his pants on, just to be a smart ass because I'm there," she said.

A pair of Natalie's friends, both season ticket holders, came in and joined the two as they spoke.

Natalie's friends were two attractive married women that went to the games with their husbands but often hung around afterwards to meet up.

The four spoke about Natalie's troubles in the locker room, and how it was sometimes awkward for her interviewing naked men.

"Dicks don't bother me," she said. "I mean, outside of Reginald, who is hung like a horse, all penises are about the same. I've seen so many by now I'm used to it. You know, seen one seen 'em all."

She took a swig of her drink.

"But God, when it's something like that, something that...big. It's hard not to stare," she explained.

"You attracted to him?" asked Laura.

"Of course not. I mean, well maybe, sort of. Yeah, I guess," Natalie said, not wanting to reveal her attraction to the man.

"Okay, okay, what would you do if you were about to go to bed with a guy, and he pulls down his pants and has something like Reginald's?" asked Laura.

Natalie's eyed widened.

"Um...I would probably faint," she answered.

The women laughed. Ron's erection grew in his pants.

"Besides," Natalie said in a low whisper. "I don't think it's possible for another guy to have a dick as big as Reginald's. That thing belongs on a donkey, or an elephant for that matter."

Ron was in Heaven. Could it get any better?

Yes.

"Alright, alright," Laura said, now even more drunk than minutes before. "Who is gonna have the guts to ask Reginald the real question?"

Silence.

"What do you mean?" asked Natalie.

Laura needed to explain further.

"I mean, who is gonna ask him how big it is?" she said.

Ron took a gulp.

"Oh come on," said Natalie. "One of us is just gonna ask in the middle of an interview 'how big is your dick?'"

The other women laughed.

"Please. Like any of us have the guts to do it," Natalie said, taking a drink.

She put herself in a trap.

"Yeah, I'd figure you're all talk and no action," Laura said. "Every day you see him you're like 'oh my God you guys, Reginald Farley has the biggest cock in the world, I saw it in the locker room and it's fucking huge.'"

She sounded just like Natalie, who blushed.

"I'm not like that," she said.

"Yes you are," Chelsea chimed in. "If we hear one more word about how big this guy's prick is, we're gonna cut you out of our little club. It's getting annoying. Almost like...you're making this whole thing up."

"A tall tale," Laura quipped.

Ron had to speak up.

"Natalie's not lying girls," he said. "The thing is huge. I mean...I don't look at it or anything."

The girls looked at him funny.

"Well how do you know it's huge?" asked Laura.

An explanation was needed.

"Well, okay, I looked at it once, just because Natalie kept talking about it," he said, "and it was huge."

The women looked at each other again.

"Well why don't you ask him?" said Laura, a stunning brunette.

"Yeah - you're the intern buddy," Natalie added.

Chelsea, the blonde, bailed out the young male.

"No, no, I think it should be Natalie - she's the one who is always talking about it anyway," she said.

The conversation soon changed, but Natalie knew what she had to do.

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It was one of the final home games of the season and Reginald had another big game. Everything about him seemed to be big. His arms, his legs, his presence, his...

Natalie had to interview him once again, and knew if she was going to find out the answer to the question her friends brought up the other night at the bar, this would have to be the time.

She waited by his locker, notepad and tape recorder in her hands.

Most of the men were dressed by the time the reporters entered the locker room, but some, including Reginald, did not bother to cover up.

Natalie was looking her best, just as good as some of the cheerleaders that paraded the sidelines during the game.

She definitely had the legs to be a cheerleader - she was once a figure skater and a cheerleader herself.

Today she showed them off in white stockings that reached her thighs, and her skirt barely reached her knees.

She waited patiently for Reginald, and there he was.

He walked out of the shower, no towel around him, over to his locker.

"Not big on towels, are you?" Natalie couldn't help but ask as he stood at his locker, his naked butt facing her.

"Come on, come on, ask your questions, I gotta go," he said.

She began the interview, and he now faced her. She maintained eye contact, but could almost see his big penis hanging between his legs.

Another player noticed his naked state while giving the woman an interview, and shouted "damn Reg, put that thing away."

Natalie laughed, and blushed, and knew this was her time.

"How big is that thing anyway?" she asked. She couldn't believe the words came from her mouth.

Reginald gave her a weird look. She was so nervous, she dropped her tape recorder while speaking.

"Oh God," she muttered, hearing the batteries fly out of the machine as it crashed to the floor. She went down to retrieve the recorder, and the black man's penis was at her eye level. It almost touched her cheek. It was the most embarrassing thing she ever experienced.

Yet she was somewhat aroused.

"Take it easy," Reginald said, knowing she was flustered.

She was back on her feet, still frazzled.

"What was your last question?" he asked with a smile.

Natalie could feel her face burning red.

"Oh, um...you know, that guy said something about, your, you know, and..."

She never stumbled over questions, except this one.

"And um, I just was wondering how big it is," she finally got out.

Reginald began to get dressed, and replied "lady, you have a lot of nerve asking me how big my penis is when you supposed to be in here doing a job."

She never felt so embarrassed, and so juvenile. She feared losing her job.

Then Reginald nudged her arm.

"I'm only playing with you...why don't you meet me at my place tonight," he said. "It's 234 Berkshire, big house."

"I didn't ask for a date," she said. "I was just asking you about your...because I was curious."

"You wanna find out or not?" he asked.

Natalie thought about her friends teasing her for being a so-called liar, and she couldn't stand it anymore.

"Okay, okay, I'll be at your place at...10:30 sound good?" she asked.

"Ten thirty is perfect," he replied.

Natalie had stories to write, and stories to tell. She had to hustle to meet Reginald on time.

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The brunette arrived at Reginald's house later that night, to find that the bachelor had one of his friends, a former player, Cliff Begley, over to shoot pool. Natalie, by coincidence, had seen both players naked a few times over the years and had taken note of their unusual size.

The 28-year-old reporter got to know the two handsome black gentlemen over some drinks, while watching the muscular men do battle in what was several games of pool.

They then moved to darts, and in both sports, Cliff was the victor.

"Can't you beat him in anything?" teased Natalie.

She was about to find out.

"Which one of you has the larger penis?," she asked casually.

Reginald and Cliff were shocked at her candid question. The alcohol had made her a bit more brazen than usual.

"Well, of course, that's me," Reginald said proudly.

"I don't think so," Cliff said, throwing a dart.

"Come on," Reginald prodded on. "Let's whip 'em out and see whose is bigger. I know you had a reputation before you retired, but you history now old man."

Natalie didn't say a word. She enjoyed this manly dual.

"Alright, fine," Cliff said, putting down the dart. "Miss Natalie here can leave the room, and we'll see whose is bigger."

"No no, she stays. We need a witness," Reginald argued.

The two men stared at Natalie, now sitting on a bar stool with her fine legs crossed.

"It doesn't bother me," she said. "You've seen one, you've seen 'em all."

"Oh yeah?" asked Reginald.

With that, he dropped his pants, and his penis flopped out. It hung down over his ball sack, the head of it as large as a baby's fist. The shaft, so long and fat, had many wrinkles of skin circling it, suggesting it was not nearly in its full state yet. It hung down a good distance between his legs.

The sight of this monstrous penis excited young Natalie. She thought about touching it.

"What do you think of that?" asked Reginald.

Natalie stared at his crotch, and below.

"It's um...big," she said. "Really big."

Now it was time for Cliff, who was jealous of Reginald getting all the admiration from the clothed female.

"Oh yeah, how about this?" he asked.

He yanked down his shorts, exposing an equally large penis, big, fat and black, and one that had just as big a head.

"Jesus, were you guys separated at birth?" Natalie asked.

The two men laughed, and stood side by side. They argued over who was bigger.

They asked Natalie for her opinion.

Her brown eyes went back and forth between the two penises, back and forth, back and forth.

"I don't know," she said. "They're both so big. It looks pretty close."

Silence.

Natalie giggled.

"As they say in football, it's time for a measurement," she said.

The men took their pants completely off, and Reginald fetched a measuring tape out of the closet.

"Football is a game of inches," Natalie said with a laugh.

Reginald handed the female the measuring tape. This way, with her doing the measuring, there would be no cheating.

"Alright, whose dick should I measure first?" she asked.

The two men fought over who was gonna go first like school children, wanting this sexy brunette's soft touch.

Since he was guest, Cliff went first.

"How do I measure a dick? I've never done this before," Natalie said, taking off her shoes to get more comfortable.

Cliff instructed her to place the measuring tape along his penis, and run it all the way from the root to the head.

"It's so big," said Natalie, feeling the penis in her right hand. "Is this why you retired, did your dick get too big?"
The alcohol was making her giddy, and the sight of two penises of this size was seducing her, making her act in a different way.

"My God," she said. "Eight and a half inches. And it's not even hard."

Natalie then took Reginald's measurement, and his too measured eight and a half inches in its soft state.

The three then discussed the tiebreaker, and they realized they would have to get erections to see exactly whose penis was ultimately bigger.

"Like sudden death overtime now," Natalie said.

Neither man had to do much to get hard. They just stared at the fully-clothed brunette.

Their penises both started getting harder, thicker, and longer, and Natalie's stares went back and forth between the two.

Both so big, the two penises could not stand up straight. Both just stuck out in front of each male, with Reginald's only a few inches from his kneecaps.

"You guys are something else," the drunk, sexy reporter said.

She first measured Cliff's and found his to be just over 11 inches.

Reginald's straightened out to a whopping 13 inches in length, measuring over a foot long.

It was about as big as one of Natalie's forearms.

"Okay, okay, as the judge of this official dick measuring contest, I declare that Reginald does have the bigger dick than Cliff," she said.

Reginald then yanked the brunette and pulled her onto his lap, the two sitting down in a recliner.

"Play with it, baby, please," he begged.

"I'm not touching that thing," she said, although she knew she would.

"Please, come on, I'll give you any interview you ever want, any time," he offered.

Natalie couldn't resist.

She took the huge penis in her hand, and then in both hands. There was room for two more hands.

She stroked it up and down, staring at its monstous size.

"Oh my God, your cock is sooooo huge," she cooed, wanting to get him off. "I can barely get my hands around it."

"Don't stop baby," Reginald said, noticing Cliff began to stroke himself, looking on.

"Oh I won't stop baby, I could stroke your cock all night long," she said.

He tried to unbutton her shirt, but was denied, for the moment.

"You can't see me, I can only see you," she said.

His penis swelled and swelled, the woman's strokes getting faster and faster.

"Oh my God, it's so big," Natalie said.

"Oh keep stroking Princess, keep stroking it sweety," he begged.

Then, an explosion. The first of several huge loads shot out from his penis and landed on the hard-wood floor.

"Oh (splat), oh (splat), ohhhh (a bigger splat), oh (splat), oh (splat)," he moaned while shooting load after load.

"Jesus Christ," Natalie said.

"Oh it's your breasts (splat), it's your legs, it's you (splat)," he said. "You are so fucking sexy."

Natalie kept stroking, and Reginald kept shooting.

"Oh (splat), oh (splat), oh Jesus (splat)," he moaned.

"My God," Natalie said with admiration.

She took her hand off Reginald's penis. Her hand was drenched in come.

"How about me?" asked Cliff.

Ready to oblige, the brunette went over to Reginald's guest and gave him a handjob as well.

By the time Cliff was getting close to shooting off, Reginald, quite remarkably, was ready to go again, and he walked over to Natalie and stood before her with his huge penis dangling before the brunette.

She stroked off Cliff with her right hand, Reginald with her left.

"Jerking off two big dicks at the same time," she said. "This is the craziest thing I have ever done."

"Oh I bet you can get even crazier white girl," said Cliff.

"Bet she can," chimed in Reginald.

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After another climax for each male, the three settled down for some more drinks.

Reginald walked over to Natalie at this point, with Cliff following. Both men were still naked.

Reginald started swinging his penis back and forth in front of Natalie's face as she giggled.

"That a present for me?" she asked. She couldn't believe her own words. She couldn't believe her own actions.

She put her mouth around Reginald's massive penis and started to give him a blowjob.

She wasn't much for giving blowjobs, but she had never been so attracted to a man, or a penis, this much.

"Suck it darling, suck it," the black man urged.

She sucked, and sucked, and sucked. She bobbed up and down on it, its shaft lengthening until it reached its full footlong potential.

"Such a huge cock," she said, his dick popping out of her mouth.

She sucked it for nearly half an hour, slurping at it and moaning with delight. She even grabbed Cliff's big dick and started to stroke him off.

It was beginning to turn into an orgy, something Natalie hadn't participated in since she was double-teamed by a couple of guys in college.

This was far different.

She tried to get as much of it into her mouth as she could, stretching her mouth to its limits. She moaned as loudly as he did, and she had a dick in her mouth.

"How's my 13-inch dick taste baby?" he asked.

"Mmm, mmm," she answered, not wanting to release it.

Reginald was getting close to climax, and he was hoping she was the type of gal that would swallow his seed. She did not disappoint.

Even though he had come so much earlier, he still had enough of the stuff to nearly make Natalie choke, as stream after stream of hot, white come shot out of his penis and into her mouth.

She gulped and swallowed it all down.

"Nice," Cliff said, enjoying a handjob, "nice."

Natalie was happy to keep this tale to herself, but she could tell her friends how big it was.

THE END

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David At The Clinic

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PART 1

David opened the door to the doctor’s surgery clinic and stepped inside. He still wasn’t one hundred percent sure he wanted to go ahead with this, but the injury was starting to get worse and he didn’t want to take the risk of aggravating it and then missing the final few games of the season.

David was a tall, athletic guy, he had to be in his profession as a semi professional soccer player. He had a cheeky smile and dazzling blues eyes that made him a hit with the ladies.

He had no trouble getting laid, that was for sure, and if he was honest the injury he’d been feeling for the last week was hampering his performance between the sheets. That had been one, if not the main, reason he decided to pay a visit to his doctor.

As he entered the surgery he was greeted by the receptionist. She was aged about 40 years with shoulder length blonde hair. She flashed him a smile as he entered. He saw her name badge read Judy.

After introducing himself Judy said, “I don’t know if you are aware but Doctor Harmer isn’t here today, he’s at another surgery.We’ve got doctor Mckenzie covering today.”

David said it wouldn’t be a problem, not even considering for one minute that Doctor Mckenzie wouldn’t be a male doctor. Had the thought entered his mind before he walked into the doctor’s room he may well have got up and cancelled his appointment.

As it was, David sat down and after a few minutes was informed by Judy that Doctor McKenzie was ready to see him. He stood up and followed Judy along the corridoor and felt his eyes fall upon the firmshape of her buttocks through her black skirt. She also had nicely shaped calves, he observed, and in general a slim figure. He’d stolen a glance at her breasts when he first arrived and they appeared quite large behind her white blouse.

Still imagining what those tits might look like out of that blouse, David absentmindedly followed Judy into the doctor’s room.

The doctor who stood up and offered her hand to him was not the male he had been expecting.The look of surprise on his face was all too apparent. He saw a slight smile pass quickly over Judy’s face as he first looked away and then back at the female doctor stood behind the desk.

Doctor Phillipa McKenzie, or Pippa as she liked to be known, was aged about 28 years and was tall and slim. She had long black hair that she had tied back tight across her head. She had a slim figure and eyes that looked as though they were always enjoying a private joke.

He couldn’t be sure, but David was certain he spotted a fleeting smile between Judy and the gorgeous doctor stood before him. Even a raised eyebrow of approval from Judy before she turned and left the room?

There was no doubt about it, she was a real looker, David thought. A naturally pretty face that needed little make up to highlight her beauty.

He took a seat as offered and Pippa got straight down to business. She studied him from across the desk in much the same was as david had surveyed her when he first walked in. She liked what she saw, no question, and felt a flutter inside her at the thought of what was to come.

Even fully clothed she could see David had a muscular, toned body. She quickly learned from their introductory small talk that he was a keen footballer and she could just picture his firm, powerful thighs inside his jeans. She also sensed another question racing through her head - what did his cock look like?

Pippa enjoyed her job, being a doctor was a childhood dream come true, but it also enabled her to indulge another earlier developed love for getiing her hands on cocks. The more the better. She just loved to see and touch and suck cock, and play with them in her soft hands.

Being a doctor meant she got to see many a cock, and they came in all sizes. She was mischievious with it, making it a personal goal to try to arouse whatever male patient she found in front of her. It was a huge power surge to watch a man’s cock stiffen into a full blown erection in front of her. She wondered again just how David’s cock would look, and if it was a big one when erect. There’s only one way to find out, she said to herself.

“So, you have a tightening in your right thigh?” she asked him. “Yes, i’ve had the pain for about a week now and it hurts when I run.” Pippa stood up and walked around the desk. She knew he would notice her short skirt as it was a good 3-4 inches above her kneeline and certainly a lot shorter than he had imagined. She watched silently as his eyes dropped to her legs, taking in the smooth shape of her calves. Her legs were long and encased in black hold up stockings, but David did not know that. Yet.

David’s eyes slid up and down her body and he felt his cheeks start to warm and his heart beat grew a little faster. He watched her as she walked past him, brushing so close to him he felt the material of her skirt. He felt himself take a deep breath in as she went by, wanting to smell her. She had a lovely tight arse as well, he observed.

Pippa deliberately walked behind him then stopped and placed a hand on his right shoulder, feeling him jump. “I’m going to need to examine you in a minute, David,” she purred softly. He couldn’t answer, his mouth was now becoming dry and he felt a familiar stirring between his legs as blood began to make its way to his cock and his balls.

She walked back in front of him and sat on the edge of the desk directly in front of him, just inches away. He felt she must have been able to hear his deepening breath. David watched as she then crossed her legs in front of him. Her skirt was short and the movement revealed a large proportion of her legs as she did so. He was sure he caught a glimpse of stocking tops, and as if to confirm this for him she again uncrossed then recrossed her legs.

“Right then,” Pippa announced with a wide grin, “Time to get them off!” David almost choked but she carried on, still smiling that pretty smile at him. “Go on, up you get on the couch, and take your jeans down.” He did as she said, standing up and then laying on his back on the couch. He felt a little nervous, he was used to being around pretty women but today he was overcome with a mixture of excitement and unease. This largely due to the warm sensation developing in his groin area as she layed there looking at her.

Pippa stood up and walked to him, still smiling. “Don’t be shy now, I’ve done this hundreds of times before.” As she said this she looked down into David’s eyes and he felt himself being held down there by her. She kept talking but never once took her eyes from his. Her voice, too, took on a softer, enticing tone. It was as if she was placing him in some kind of trance as he, too, couldn’t take his eyes from hers. “I didn’t have you down as a shy one, David. I’m going to have to take your jeans off to examine your thigh.”

Her captivating eyes twickled down at him, “It’s only your thigh I want to look at, honest, ” she whispered in a tone that suggested there was certainly more than one thing she intended to examine. David, by now, was frozen and held by her, his heart pumping wildly and his cock starting to swell inside his pants. He lay there and watched as she reached down to his belt and slowly undid the buckle.

“Ok, you’re going to leave it down to me, are you?” She chided him as she then moved up and undid the button of his jeans. She paused, looking down at him, then unzipped the fly. “Now you are going to have to help me for this bit, ” Pippa told him. She took hold of the waist band of his jeans and simply said, “Lift your hips.”

David did as he was told, raising his hips from the couch so she could pull down his jeans. She did so, yanking them down all the way to his ankles, where he expected her to leave them, but silently she briskly took off his shoes and socks and then pulled his jeans completely off of him.

Once she dropped his jeans to the floor Pippa moved her eyes from his and down at his groin. He was wearing a pair of white pants that fitted tightly around his cock and balls. She could see that he had quite a package down there, and spotted a slight wet patch of what she knew full well would be pre cum on the front of the white material.

PART 2

Now laying in his pants, David felt his cock stirring even more. His pants were tight and he had a heavy set of balls and a thick cock. Both were rapidly swelling as he looked up at her. Pippa then moved to his right thigh, gently kneading it with her soft hands. “Yes, I can feel tightness here.” Her hands moved up and down, caressing his thick, muscular thigh, her fingertips brushing dangerously closeto his groin with every sweep of her hands.

She resumed her locking of eyes and spoke softly to him. “You are very tense, David, I can feel it all up your leg. It feels as if there’s tightness up inside your groin, too, so I’m going to have to take a look there as well.” He knew what this meant but he couldn’t speak, she had him under her spell. They both knew it. He would do whatever she told him to do.

Pippa slid her fingers under the elastic waist band of David’s pants and said, “Lift,” and again without arguing David lifted his hips. She peeled down his pants ever so slowly, sliding them from his naked ankles and dropping them out of sight. All the time she did so without looking from his eyes, and they told him so much. Those eyes told a thousand stories, of all the cocks she had seen and sucked and fucked. She didn’t need to say a word.

David was now naked from the waist but he was so entranced he no longer felt nervous or uneasy. Pippa felt her own arousal between her legs, a dampening forming inside her panties as she slowly took off David’s pants. She knew his cock was now on show, for her to see, but she deliberately kept her eyes on his, not yet wanting to examine it.

Instead she started to massage him again, hands running up and down David’s injuried thigh, this time sliding higher up his leg and into his groin. At first she made sure not to touch anywhere near his cock or balls but soon began to brush her soft skin against them, gentle touches that she knew would send his heart racing. The stroking of his thigh was too much for David.He felt his semi hard cock twist as it lay on his stomach, changing shape as the blood soared through his groin and stiffened his member.

Pippa, too, felt this movement, a nudge against her hand as David’s swollen cock expanded and lengthened. She looked down at it now, marvelling at the sight before her. It was a big one, not the largest she’d ever seen but certainly one of the biggest, It was a deep purple, about 7-8 inches in length and impressive in girth. The bulbous end poked defiantly from under his foreskin that was now sticky and shiney with pre cum.

She took David’s hardness in her left hand, letting it lay on her upturned palm. She just held it here for several seconds, feeling it twitch a bit more before finally adopting its stiffest shape. She ran the thumb of her right hand softly along the length of him and said, “I think Judy should see this.” As if anticipating a refusal from David, she slipped her right hand around his cock and gently stroked it twice, making him gasp loudly with pleasure and lift slightly from the couch. As he collapsed back down, head spinning from her touch and momentarily incapacitated, she turned quickly and left the room.

She was back before the searing sensation between his legs had subsided, this time with Judy stood beside her. “What do you think, Judy?” Pippa asked. Judy stepped nearer and David looked up breathlessly at her face. She still had that mischievious grin. She looked away at his cock and then came back to his eyes.

“It’s a real big one for sure,” she giggled, her face reddening a touch with embarassment, but David could tell by the tone of her voice that she was intrigued by his erection. Perhaps excited to see it? He knew she was married, probably had been for years, and she no doubt had several children and a stagnant sex life.Maybe seeing his cock, and others like it, was a thrill she got off on? Playing with her clit when she got home, or even secretly in the surgery if the need got too much.

Pippa took his cock again held it a light grip in her right hand. She began a gentle back and forth ryhthm, manipulating his swollen cock in her expert like grip. She was careful not to squueze it too hard as she learned the hard way that some of her patients shot their load far too quickly if she pleasured them too rigourously. She imagined Dvaid would have some staying power and wouldn’t climax too soon, which was good as she and Judy would be able to some fun with that cock of his.

David felt his balls tighten with every move of Pippa’s hands and he knew it was nearing the time when he could take no more. He was desperate to cum and unload his hot stick spunk and had to stop himslef begging Pippa to tighten her grip and wank him faster. He knew they wanted to take their time with him, especially when Judy had to tell Pippa to slow her strokes. She saw that glazed look in his eyes and felt a flutter inside her, almost a pang of disappointment as she believed he was about to ejaculate.If he let them know just how close he was he faced the risk of them suddenly stopping.

Fortunately, Pippa, too, had read the signs on David’s face and moderated her work on his cock until she was happy his need to cum had sufficiently sibsided. “That was a close one,” she exclaimed with a giggle. “It just looks too good to spoil it yet,” Judy trilled, her face now pink with excitement. “I wish I had a camera! With that both women giggled loudly and Pippa maintained a steady stroke of David’s rigid length. Hecould tell by the wayshe changed her grip and style that she was well versed in pleasuring cocks.

Some times she would hold his hard cock upright, at a right angle to his body, and hold it with the foreskin dawn right back, while kneading his aching balls with the other hand.Then she lay it down onto his stomach and took a bubble of pre cum on the end of a fingertip and slowly rubbed it into his cock.

David desperately wanted to reach up and touch them, squeeze their breasts. He imagined Pippa climbing astride his face and letting him lick her pussy while she wanked him, maybe Judy taking off her blouse and bra so he could see her ample breast, but he knew otherwise. He was at their mercy and any move by him could make them stop what they were doing.

They did take their time with him, Judy proving to be more than adequate when given an erect cock to play with. Both she and pippa spent the next hour playing and teasing with his stiffness, until Judy stepped up to finally ease his agony. Once she settled her hand into a desired position she worked his cock back and forth, pointing it parrallel with his stomach. Like Pippa, she held his eyes, a look of determination to make him explode mixed with a warm, genuine desire to ensure she relieved him.

She felt David jerk below her and knew he was ready and moved his cock so it was pointed upwards.He spasmed and lifted his hips several inches from the couch. A thick stream of cum leapt from the end of his hardness and rose in arc before dropping heavily and landing high on his chest. As his dick jerked in her hand it let fly with several more arcs of cum which squirted up and then down onto his thighs and stomach.

David lay there panting as his erection slowly began to subside. Pippa reached down again, her hand sticky with his spunk, and gently began to wank his semi hard cock. “I hope you’re not expecting to leave, David, I need to take a closer look at your thigh before surgery closes.”

THE END

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