Dr Ann - Part 2 / Playtoon

It's early afternoon, high up in the patient suites at Middleton Medical Center, and Ann has barely slept a wink. On the drive home, in the shower, and laying in her bed beside her husband...all she could think about was getting back to her patient. Sure, the boys are a dynamite threesome and James is no slouch in the sack, but nothing beats a virile young man...muscle-bound, well-hung, and in his prime.

Face down across her patient's bed, hips arched upward, Ann groans in ecstasy. Her knuckles turning white from clenching fistfuls of bed linen, the doctor buries her face in a sweat-soaked pillow to stifle a shriek. Even without the aid of his 'male enhancement medications' the young man has been rock hard for hours, driving into her ass again and again.

He's absolutely relentless, almost domineering. Again and again, letting her slip towards climax, then snatching it away. A fistful of red hair, yanking her head back as he jams himself deep inside, garnering Ann's full and undivided attention every single time she even slightly quivers around him.

Her stammering voice muffled by the pillow, Ann pleads with her jack-hammering patient.

Ann: Please, oh please, oh please... H'oh gawd, PLEEEASE let me come!

His shaven balls slapping against Ann's bald mound, he completely ignores her, continuing the pound away with some force. Ass cheeks undulating with every thrust, her hips beginning to ache from the constant jarring, the doctor gnashes her teeth, eyes narrowed to tiny slits. She gets the impression that the more she pleads with him...the longer this will last.

A full hour of pounding later, climax having been snatched away from her at least a half dozen times, Ann feels something different. A little stiffening and a quiver, just the slightest waiver in his breathing. Has this machine of a man finally reached...

Abruptly stopping, all but the bulbous head of his monstrous length withdrawn from her, the young man props himself up. Awkwardly shuffling his knees over her legs, effectively straddling Ann's previously spread-wide thighs, the young patient grasps both of her hips. A long, slow thrust inward instantly sends Ann into a quivering fit, his manhood feeling all the much larger with her cheeks squeezed around his shaft.

Ann: FFF... FFFFF... FUUUHHH!

He doesn't stop until the base of his shaft is firmly planted against the doctor's thigh creases. For a short eternity, he holds it there, letting Ann savor every single inch of him inside her. The redhead scarcely notices the protrusion in her belly pressing into the mattress beneath her until he begins to gyrate his hips. Slow circles at first, in and out ever so slightly, her sphincter involuntarily tightening and relaxing around his shaft with every rotation.

Patient: You know, I could swear I've seen you somewhere before.

Fully focused on her patient's girth swiveling inside her, Ann's eyes flutter open. He hasn't so much as spoken a single word to her since he plunged his manhood into her oh-so-many hours ago. To her, this seems like a rather strange time to strike up a conversation.

Ann: Wh-whh-what?

Patient: Yeah... At Middleton Fitness, maybe?

Ann: I... I... H'oh gawd... I duh... I don't go to the g-g-gym.

Patient: Really? With a body like that? You must work out at home or something?

Ann: N-nn-nope. I g-get... Mmmm... Mmm-hmm! I get p-plenty of cuh-cardio.

Patient: Ahh, so maybe I've seen you running somewhere? That jogging trail around Middleton park?

Ann can't decide if he's just toying with her. Building her up, distracting her, or simply taking a little break before he starts again, eventually turning her into nothing but a drooling, shivering mound of she-flesh.

Ann: Sss... Sec... Second juh...job.

Patient: Second job?

Unexpectedly stopping, once again pressed hard against Ann's butt cheeks, it suddenly dawns on him. Teeth clenched together, the redhead peers over her shoulder. Yeah, she's seen that look a thousand times...that awestruck stare when someone recognizes her from her other profession. In most instances, however, it's usually just some passer-by on the street or a would-be fan-boy (or fan-girl) noticing her in a coffee shop. A quick selfie, some idle chit-chat, maybe an autograph...aaannd we're done. Typically, it's not a patient of hers...and certainly not one who's been buried inside her for hours on end.

Patient: Holy. Shit.

It's like every boyhood fantasy come true. Sneaking off with Dad's copy of Playtoon, under the bed covers with a flashlight, fantasizing about... Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought he'd be balls deep in an honest-to-gawd Playtoon cover model.

Original Art by Gagala

Edits by Phillipthe2