His Victorian Bride Box Set, page 7
“Yes, I’m Emma. And you are?”
“Dr. Gorge. I’m filling in for Dr. Shaw, as he had to leave town for a sick family member out west.”
“Oh, that’s too bad. I mean, not that you’re here, but that someone in his family is sick.”
He smiles politely, and I feel a pull to him. He’s handsome and has this charismatic aura about him. “Thank you. I’ll let him know you passed along your well wishes next time we speak. Now, why don’t you come on back so you can tell me why you are here.”
I glance at Daddy again, and he kisses me on the cheek. “You go on, baby. I’ll wait outside.”
“Okay,” I answer, watching him leave.
Dr. Gorge smiles that perfect smile once again and nods his head. “Follow me, Emma.”
He leads me to the back room where the cushioned examining table is. I’ve been in here a number of times over the course of my twenty years—sometimes when sick and other times when accompanying a friend for emotional support. But this time I’m a bit more nervous.
While Dr. Gorge is strikingly handsome, I still don’t know him, and he doesn’t know me. It feels like starting from scratch.
“So,” he says, holding out his hand for me to help me sit on the soft leather surface. “Your husband told me briefly what has been going on. I’d like to hear it in your own words, Emma.”
After sitting in a chair and crossing his legs, he removes his spectacles and clasps his hands together across his waist. His eyes are focused on me, intent on listening.
I start out by letting out a great sigh as I rub my swollen tummy. “Well, doctor, I’m nine months along, and I suppose I’m just feeling restless, and ready for these babies to come along.”
He nods in understanding. “You probably are having trouble sleeping, experiencing back pain, swollen ankles, find it difficult to get comfortable no matter what you do, and have a wide range of emotions throughout the day. Is that about accurate?”
“Extremely accurate.” Okay, so this doctor clearly understands pregnant women.
“How is your appetite for the darker pleasures in life.”
I give him a curious look. “I’m sorry, I don’t follow.”
He chuckles. “Things in the bedroom. Sex, Emma.”
My face heats up, and I’m sure that I’m blushing. “Oh, well, that is not so great, as I’m sure my husband has told you.”
“’Tis a shame. A woman as lovely as you, and as bright and healthy, should be having relations with her husband on a regular basis. Tell me, what is it that you think has got you … withholding?”
I look down at my belly, thinking that it should be obvious. “My husband keeps telling me how beautiful I am, but it just seems like, maybe he is just saying that. Because I don’t feel beautiful at all.”
His forehead wrinkles and he stands up, pacing the floor as if deep in thought. “I have seen this several times in my practice, Emma. And almost always it is due to an imbalance within the pregnant woman’s body. But the only way for me to know for sure is to do an exam to check for symptoms.”
“What sort of exam are we talking about here, doctor?”
His eyes brush over my body, and he rubs his hands together. “A very thorough one, from head to toe. If you’re concerned about needles, put your worries to rest. I won’t be probing you, not with anything sharp, that is.”
He winks, and I have to admit I feel a rush of excitement.
“If you feel it necessary, I won’t object,” I reply.
After all, I can’t go to the doctor and not expect to get a full exam. But this particular doctor has never seen my body, so it feels rather strange to me. Different. Maybe that’s a good thing, and Dr. Gorge has experienced things that Dr. Shaw has not.
And what if he finds something seriously wrong?
No, I can’t allow myself to worry about this.
“I’ll step out while you slip on the gown, and I’ll let your husband know what’s going on.”
I wait until the door closes before getting undressed, feeling worried that he will walk in on me. The gown that is provided looks smaller than the one I’m used to, and there are no ties in the back. So I slide my arms in it like a jacket, leaving it open in the front. It barely covers my breasts, but they have gotten rather large, so that’s not unexpected. I do my best to pull it tightly closed.
“Are you ready?” the doctor asks, coming in the moment I sit back down on the exam table.
“I believe so. Although this gown might be a little small.”
He glances at my chest, then up to my face. “Nothing I haven’t seen before. Now, let me help you lie back.”
He rolls the handle on the side of the table, lowering the back just enough to allow me to be comfortable. He then lifts my legs and rests my feet on the tabletop. “Are you comfortable?”
“Yes, thank you.” I rest my hands on my belly.
“Good. I’m just going to wash my hands quickly. How has your appetite been?” He submerges his hands in a bowl of water, then dries off with a towel that’s been resting on a rack.
“It’s been all right. I just can’t eat as much at once.”
“Ha, that’s not at all unusual. As long as you want to eat.” He lifts a brow at me before rubbing the palms of his hands together.
“Yes, I do. I still cook a lot for Daddy Duke, too. He has a big appetite.”
“I’ll bet he does. For food and other indulgences.”
His reference causes waves of heat to ripple through me. “Always has and always will, likely.”
Dr. Gorge starts by touching my feet, rubbing my toes and massaging the arches. I am surprised, but it’s also helping me to relax.
“Your feet seem to be fine. No abnormalities there.”
“That’s good.” I’m not sure what sort of abnormalities he would expect to find, but I’m surely not going to complain.
His hands meander up my calves, and he does the same thing as with my feet, pressing his fingers into my flesh and working out what feels to be a lot of tension. My arms relax, and before I know it, they have fallen to my side and allowed the gown to spill open.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I say, tugging it closed.
“It’s fine, leave it,” he says. I notice his voice sounds deeper. “I’ll have a look at those in just a moment as well.”
His hands have moved to my thighs, and he really seems to be covering every inch of me so far. He kneads my muscles, making me feel limp as a noodle.
“How are you feeling, Emma?” he asks, finally reaching my hips underneath the gown.
“Wonderful,” I purr, feeling weak all over. But weak in the best possible way.
“Perfect. It’s always easier to discover any issues when my patients are relaxed.
“Well, you have certainly accomplished that with me.”
I feel a smile forming on my face as he slides his fingers between my knees, spreading my legs wider.
“I need to do an internal exam, Emma. If you could just bear with me…” One hand cups the lower part of my bottom as his fingers slide through my folds, making a wet squicky sound that takes me by surprise.
I huff as he penetrates my opening, going deep, but also slow and gentle. And when he begins moving in and out, and curling his digit upward, effectively massaging that very sensitive place on me, I find myself unconsciously rolling my pelvis up and down.
“How does this feel, my dear?”
“It … it feels wonderful…”
“What about when I do this?” he asks, pressing the pad of his thumb to my clitoris.
“Ohhhh,” I breathe, undulating my hips as he massages me there.
“I’ll take that as a positive affirmation,” he says, his voice throaty.
My legs naturally splay open, and I feel the heat of lust as it rips through my core. Dr. Gorge’s hand moves to my breasts, and he softly kneads them while also rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
“I do believe that your problem was just temporary, Emma, and not in any way a result of a physical imbalance. However, I can continue with the exam, if it would reassure you.”
“Yes, please…” I beg, feeling him pinch my hard bud and send tingles of pleasure down to my pussy.
I know this isn’t right, that my husband would wonder what in the world was going on here. Why this doctor is examining me with such fervor. I should feel guilty about how good this feels. And perhaps I do feel guilty. But not enough to stop what’s happening.
Dr. Gorge inserts another finger inside of me, stretching my opening that feels like it has grown tighter since I haven’t let Daddy inside. He masters the art of finding my pleasure spot, using the pad of his hand to rub along that little bump of tissue that always makes me cum so hard. My eyes close of their own accord as I slip into a deep state of relaxed arousal. I don’t have to do a thing but lie here. I don’t have to worry about how I look or whether he is getting anything out of this. I can just be me.
“Mmm, that’s very nice, Emma. You seem to be quite healthy down here. I believe I should have a little taste, just to be sure everything is A-okay.”
I dart my eyes up at him, and he’s looking at my pussy with such intense lust, it makes my pussy flood with desire. “You’re the doctor,” I say, breathless. “Whatever you feel is necessary.”
He moves between my legs and lowers his head, and I know this is completely inappropriate. But I don’t want to stop it. And when his tongue slips over my enlarged clit, I know that stopping him would be a huge mistake. He is an expert at this. Clearly.
“Oh my…” I moan, lifting my feet and resting them on his shoulders.
My gown has fallen completely open, but I can’t see a thing that he’s doing because of my huge belly. But that doesn’t matter because what he is doing to my pussy feels so wonderful I can hardly breathe.
He laps at my lips, sucking and drinking and licking every part of my exposed folds. I rock my hips up and down as he fucks me with several fingers. I can see his other hand moving between his legs, and the whispered sounds of him stroking himself. He groans, moans, and seems to be taking as much pleasure in this as I am. If not, more.
When his tongue comes out and flicks my hard little bean, I topple over the edge, feeling a burst of fluid dribble down to the crack of my bottom.
“Oh yes…” I whisper.
My nipples tingle and harden, and a small droplet of milk leaks from the tip before trailing down the side of my breast.
Dr. Gorge’s breathing increases, and I have to bite my lip to stifle the cries of pleasure that are trying to erupt from my mouth as my walls clamp down around his thick digits. He sucks my clit in soft little rhythms, moaning and huffing as I hear the wet sounds of his ejaculation, knowing he must be cumming too. My hips roll up and down as my body shudders uncontrollably, and the last few flicks of his tongue across my clit make me yelp.
I toss my hand over my mouth as Dr. Gorge stands up, tucking himself back in his pants and turning his back to me. He submerges his hands in the bowl of water once more, giving them a good wash.
“As you surely know, I found nothing wrong upon examination, Emma. I’m going to allow you to get dressed, but I want you to return tomorrow for another possible treatment.”
I sit up on my elbows. “That was a treatment? I … I thought it was just an exam.”
He tosses a look over his shoulder. “It was both. You were in need of a treatment, based on what I found in the exam. And it’s possible you will need another one tomorrow.”
“Oh, all right.” I am already hopeful another treatment will be essential.
After drying his hands, he turns back around to face me. “I’ll speak with your husband, giving him the details. He will have explicit instructions to keep his hands to himself this evening so as not to disrupt the building of your desire.”
I haven’t a clue what he is talking about, but I don’t question it. I can’t imagine how Daddy will react to what he’s done, but I trust the doctor to word it in such a way that he won’t lose his temper.
Because Lord knows he wouldn’t want another man to touch me without his permission. But he might make an exception for the doctor.
***
That night, Daddy is so quiet that it is unsettling.
“Daddy, you never did tell me what the doctor told you.”
He glares at me, his eyes looking haunted. “You ought to know what he told me. You were there, were you not?”
I nod, realizing I may have just dug a hole for myself.
“Well?”
I gulp. “Are you angry with him?”
“For forbidding me from touching my own pregnant bride? Who makes me hard as a rock? Hell, baby, I know he is doing his job as your doctor. And I’m going to get what I want tomorrow. He has already promised me that. So no. I’m not angry.”
“Oh, well, that’s good. I’m glad, Daddy.” I kiss him on the cheek and try to get comfortable on my side of the bed before falling asleep. And I can’t control the thoughts that make their way through my head, wondering what the doctor did tell my husband. He must know something that I don’t. And this both unnerves and excites me.
I also recall the way the doctor licked my pussy and finger fucked me, bringing me to orgasm with very little effort. And I don’t understand how he was able to do that, but it is making my pussy throb all over again.
Just then, Daddy rolls over, his hard cock poking at my backside. “But that doctor didn’t say a single word about me cumming between your legs, baby.”
He cups my breasts and pushes his manhood between my thighs, getting coated in the slickness of my desire. Gracious, I really am wet. And suddenly full of regret that Daddy is not allowed to touch me. I want to cum so badly. I arch my back as Daddy’s thick meat rubs along my flesh, making me burn with lust.
“Daddy, you can fuck me if you want,” I tell him, lifting my leg and trying to angle the opening of my pussy at him.
“Oh damn…Dr. Gorge said you might beg for it. But he gave me strict orders to deny you. So, you will have to take my cum on the outside tonight, my love.”
He pushes my leg back down, then pinches my nipples as he groans and spurts his seed on my thigh, the twitch of his cock hard with each pulse of cum.
“Daddy … please …” I beg, my clit throbbing with need.
He growls in my ear, giving one more thrust. “I said no. Now stop with the begging and wait for tomorrow. We’ll see what the doc says then.”
I wipe Daddy’s cum up with the swipe of a finger and lick it away while he rolls over and drifts to sleep. And as for me, I am frustrated, but also more excited about what tomorrow will bring.
***
“Did you follow my instructions last night?” Dr. Gorge asks as I lie on the table, wearing the same small gown as yesterday.
“Sure did, Doc. And now we are ready for a full diagnosis so I can get things back on track with my wife.”
“Absolutely. I’m going to need you to follow my instructions to the letter.”
“Just tell me what to do, and I will do it. I want my wife dripping wet and cumming hard so she goes into labor.”
“What?” I ask, my voice so high it could break glass.
Dr. Gorge opens my gown, exposing every inch of my body. “Your husband and I are going to help you have these babies, my dear. Just lie back and do as we say.”
“Um … all right…” I don’t even know what to think at this point, but I will admit that I’m happy I’m going to finally get these baby boys out of my body. And if it means I get to orgasm in the process, so much the better.
And … is Dr. Gorge going to be a part of it? Oh my…
“Go ahead and expose yourself, get your cock nice and hard for Emma,” the doctor says. “And since we agreed upon the other aforementioned things, I’m going to get started on that right away.”
The doctor pushes my legs open and begins softly caressing my outer lips as Daddy pulls his thick cock out of the slit in his pants. He’s half hard and watching the doctor tease my pussy. Daddy reaches over and massages my breasts as he strokes himself.
“Emma, you’re going to take the both of us at the same time. So we need to be sure you are prepared for that.”
I gasp, and Daddy turns my head in his direction. “Put that mouth to good use, baby. Get me hard so I can fuck you into labor.”
Overcome with lust, I wrap my lips around his crown while allowing my legs to fall open. The doctor immediately slides several fingers in my pussy and gets to work bringing me pleasure.
“Rock your hips, Emma. Fuck my hand.”
Heat rolls through me, and Daddy growls, obviously turned on by the doctor’s order. I suck the tip of his shaft, feeling the salty slickness of his pre-cum coat my throat.
“Ah fuck, that’s a girl,” he moans, pushing himself in deeper.
I do as the doctor asked, lifting my buttocks off the table to push his fingers deeper inside of me. He puts a hand on my lower belly, pressing against his fingers inside of me, and it intensifies the pleasure so much.
I feel the burn shoot down to my toes as I get ready to cum. But then he slips out of me, leaving me unfinished.
“Come over here and fuck your wife while I have a shot at that mouth. We’re going to have her dripping wet.”
Daddy quickly ejects himself from my mouth and switches places with the doctor, pushing the head of his dick in my pussy.
“Ah yeah,” Daddy groans. “Been too long since I’ve felt this.”
“Emma. You have talents that need to be put into action.” I look over at the doctor standing next to me, and he is holding his manhood in front of my lips. He’s not nearly as big as my husband, and so all of him fits inside my mouth.
As Daddy fucks me steadily, I bob my head, sucking the doctor while slathering my tongue all up and down the underside of his cock. Daddy was right. It has been way too long since we’ve done this, and the pleasure that it’s bringing me is making me dangerously close to cumming.
“Dear God, she is good,” he moans, fucking my mouth harder, faster, and deeper, until I am gagging uncontrollably.
“Don’t I know it,” Daddy grits out. “Makes me want to shoot my load just watching you have a turn. Fuck…”
