Authors: Kinsey Grey
Tempted by My Billionaire’s Doctor 2: A BBW Medical Humiliating Backdoor First Time Menage (Detested and Inspected)
Tempted by My Billionaire's Doctor Series
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Kinsey Grey, May 2015
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Tempted by My Billionaire’s Doctor Series
Tempted by My Billionaire’s Doctor 1
Tempted by My Billionaire’s Doctor 2
What’s Inside
* * * * *
Lightning fear bolted up my spine. Goosebumps popped out on my arms and legs. My fat, useless tongue made it hard to breathe. A sheen of sweat licked my skin.
My asshole clinched tight. My pussy did too. The pressure of Dr. Fox’s finger inside me a pleasing confusion.
“You don’t need to examine me there,” I said. My words came out meek and scared. It wasn’t acting. I was a virgin. That meant I was doubly a butt virgin.
“Hiding something, Charlie? Proceed with the exam.”
“You sure, Captain?”
“I’ll leave no stone unturned where the good name of my family is concerned,” Captain Barclay said.
“Aye, aye, Captain,” Dr. Fox said.
At least he’d have his finger out of my pussy. At least I wouldn’t have to reign in my body and its unexpected and unwelcome response. I hated that my body was climbing toward climax. To a shameful orgasm that I hoped would never come.
That was something.
Dr. Fox’s fingers left my clit.
I shuddered. Thankful for the diminished sensation. The last thing I wanted was to come all over him. It would do nothing but validate Captain Barclay’s low opinion of me.
I couldn’t let myself come. I had to hold it in. For Ashton. For our future.
Any second now and Dr. Fox’s long finger would let my pussy relax. Let me catch a breath.
Then another finger pressed into my pussy.
“Oh god,” I said. “Oh please. Too much.”
“Borrowing some lube,” Dr. Fox. “If you think proper lubrication is important for your honeypot, you’d better believe it’s a big deal for your backside.”
My butt clinched again. It did
not
like being talked about.
I agreed.
The pressure of two fingers inside me was intense. Wonderful. In the worst way.
He pulled a finger out and then pressed it on my starfish. On the tight ring of muscle that had never once had anything come close to going
in
it.
Captain Barclay’s cock was stiff and huge. His pants circled around his knees. His large belly competed with his cock in drawing my attention. One he was born with. One he consumed his way to. Greed and power. Belly and cock.
I wanted to fuck him so hard. Fuck him over so hard, rather.
Dr. Fox’s fingertip burrowed its way into my clenched gate. It wasn’t consciously locked tight. It was doing its own thing. Like a door with hinges that swung only one way. Jamming it in the other way took effort.
Once inside, the length of his wet finger slipped all the way in. The sensation, together with his finger still slipping in and out of my pussy, was too much. I bit my lip to stop from coming.
* * * * *
Captain Barclay unzipped his pants and reached inside. A bear with a paw down its pants. Dr. Fox stooped between my legs regarding my exposed pussy like a ripe piece of fruit. The glare of the lights above felt like a spotlight on stage.
The world watched. God watched. Ashton watched. Somehow, everyone knew my shame.
My shame of what was to come.
There could be no doubt the way these two lechers eyeballed me.
I could scream bloody murder. Hope that someone heard me and came before anything more happened. Considering the outrageous size of the Singular, the largest super-yacht in the world, I doubted my voice would carry far enough.
And even if it did, what would happen? The exam would be over. Captain Barclay would end my relationship with Ashton faster than my heart could stop beating.
I loved Ashton so much.
Enough to endure this examination. I could do it for him. For my parents too. The only thing better than securing my future with Ashton was if I could do it on the back of also cowing Captain Barclay. Knock his pompous hide to the ground. For my parents. For the home they lost to foreclosure. To the very bank that was the crown jewel in the Barclay’s empire. The bank was a faceless beast. But Captain Barclay wasn’t.
His treacherous grin was two feet from my pussy. He had to be destroyed. Admittedly, I was the least likely person on earth to do it. But fate had put Ashton in my path. This exam was just a stepping stone to greener hills ahead.
I just wasn’t sure if I had the strength to take another step.
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Give you a proper check-up,” Dr. Fox said. His lanky body practically vibrated with anticipation.
I propped up on my elbows so I could see what they were doing.
Dr. Fox held up his long, skinny middle finger. Inspected it like it was a tool. He spit on it and licked the spit all over.
“Proper lubrication is key,” he said.
A moment later his finger penetrated my pussy. Deep. His other fingers squished into my labia. He curled his finger up and a jolt of pleasure ricocheted through me.
What was that?!
“Proper tight pussy, here,” Dr. Fox said. He continued to give my pussy the
Come Here
finger. The tight walls inside me responded to every inch.
“Howie, strip the bars off my collar if this ain’t a tight virgin pussy.”
“I want absolute certainty, Ollie,” he said. “Make it thorough.”
“My pleasure.”
He pumped his finger in and out of my pussy.
It was horrible to admit. Horrible to think, even if I didn’t have to admit it.
His finger felt good. My pussy had a mind of its own.
“How’s the clitoris, love,” Dr. Fox said.
“You don’t need to inspect that do you?”
“Wouldn’t hurt,” he said.
He licked his other fingers and landed them on my clit. He circled again and again. The folded flesh hiding my clit slid back and forth.
A moan escaped before I could swallow it.
“That’s it, love,” Dr. Fox said. “She’s tight as a drum.”
“That may be,” Captain Barclay said, “but a harlot has many tools with which to pleasure a man.”
I opened my eyes.
I don’t know when they closed. Dr. Fox’s fingers glided in and out of my wet pussy, slid circles over my silky clit. He made it hard to keep my eyes open and focused.
I hated that it felt so good. I was a horrible, trashy person. Just like Captain Barclay believed. Even though I was a virgin. It didn’t many any sense.
Captain Barclay stood next to Dr. Fox, both between my legs. His thick cock in his hands. He stroked it like he was whipping a horse. How many carriages had that horse pulled? I didn’t want to know.
“Let’s check her ass, Ollie,” he said.
He did NOT just say that.
Lightning fear bolted up my spine. Goosebumps popped out on my arms and legs. My fat, useless tongue made it hard to breathe. A sheen of sweat licked my skin.
My asshole clinched tight. My pussy did too. The pressure of Dr. Fox’s finger inside me a pleasing confusion.
“You don’t need to examine me there,” I said. My words came out meek and scared. It wasn’t acting. I was a virgin. That meant I was doubly a butt virgin.
“Hiding something, Charlie? Proceed with the exam.”
“You sure, Captain?”
“I’ll leave no stone unturned where the good name of my family is concerned,” Captain Barclay said.
“Aye, aye, Captain,” Dr. Fox said.
At least he’d have his finger out of my pussy. At least I wouldn’t have to reign in my body and its unexpected and unwelcome response. I hated that my body was climbing toward climax. To a shameful orgasm that I hoped would never come.
That was something.
Dr. Fox’s fingers left my clit.
I shuddered. Thankful for the diminished sensation. The last thing I wanted was to come all over him. It would do nothing but validate Captain Barclay’s low opinion of me.
I couldn’t let myself come. I had to hold it in. For Ashton. For our future.
Any second now and Dr. Fox’s long finger would let my pussy relax. Let me catch a breath.
Then another finger pressed into my pussy.
“Oh god,” I said. “Oh please. Too much.”
“Borrowing some lube,” Dr. Fox. “If you think proper lubrication is important for your honeypot, you’d better believe it’s a big deal for your backside.”
My butt clinched again. It did
not
like being talked about.
I agreed.
The pressure of two fingers inside me was intense. Wonderful. In the worst way.
He pulled a finger out and then pressed it on my starfish. On the tight ring of muscle that had never once had anything come close to going
in
it.
Captain Barclay’s cock was stiff and huge. His pants circled around his knees. His large belly competed with his cock in drawing my attention. One he was born with. One he consumed his way to. Greed and power. Belly and cock.
I wanted to fuck him so hard. Fuck him over so hard, rather.
Dr. Fox’s fingertip burrowed its way into my clenched gate. It wasn’t consciously locked tight. It was doing its own thing. Like a door with hinges that swung only one way. Jamming it in the other way took effort.
Once inside, the length of his wet finger slipped all the way in. The sensation, together with his finger still slipping in and out of my pussy, was too much. I bit my lip to stop from coming.
The pain dulled my desire, if just a bit. My tongue licked the wound and tasted the salty essence. Not so different from the taste of cum. From Ashton’s cum. He was the only man I’d ever done anything with. I loved him so much. He deserved everything I could give him. Learning to suck him and swallow his seed was my pleasure.
My pleasure knowing how much I pleasured him.
The tight pressure in my asshole filled my belly. The two fingers slamming in and out at once.
Captain Barclay hammered his meat. Sweat gathered on his bushy eyebrows.
“You respond like a whore, Charlie,” he said.
“I never wanted this,” I said. “It’s not my fault you insisted. You forced me into this position.”
“You get what you deserve,” he said.
“Captain,” Dr. Fox said, “she’s tighter than any woman’s got a right to be.”
“A whore deceives the pure at heart,” Captain Barclay said.
Really? These two dirty old men? Pure at heart? The world truly was all fucking backwards.
“She has yet other ways to pleasure every sailor that comes in her ports,” he said.
“Her mouth, Captain,” Dr. Fox said.
He nodded and placed his hand, the one not throttling his cock, on Dr. Fox’s shoulder.
“I’ll perform this examination.”
How ridiculous. He’d shove a finger in my mouth and what would that prove? Nothing. He had fat fingers, but I’d eaten bananas that were way bigger.
Captain Barclay waddled around the table and came to my head. He pulled me closer to the edge and turned my head to the side. His pudgy finger circled my lips.
I looked up at him. Hate and desire in my eyes. Not desire for him. Desire to destroy him.
I could do this. For Ashton. For my parents. For me.
He slipped his finger between my lips and played with my tongue. He scissored my jaws open and brought his cock to my mouth.
“No, Captain Barclay,” I said. “This isn’t right.”
“Do you wish for a future with my son?”
“Yes. More than anything.”
“Then you’ll complete the examination as directed.”