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I moved her legs wide apart and lifted her knees up high and began avidly sucking the fluid dripping copiously from her cunt. After a minute of greedily sucking and licking her between her gorgeous legs, I heard her stop breathing for a few seconds and she began contracting her muscles, relaxing then tightening her muscles closing her vagina tightly with each frantic orgasmic spasm.
Unlike me, I have found some women like to be fucked after an orgasm, and while she was still having after shocks, I speared her dewy cunt with my throbbing cock while she lay with her arms and legs spread wide.
She said, 'Go for it Davis. Fuck me as hard as you can. Just FUCK me.'
I always like to try and please my partner when I have a chance to, so I did what I was told and fucked her like a bush pig on stimulants out in the wild. I felt her hands on my arse, exploring me and triggering more obscene thrusting, then the information was driven home when her feet hooked around my thighs and she began responding physically to my efforts.
'Jackie, you've got your movement back. You're going to be OK,' I said with real relief.
'Don't stop now. I going to come again,' she said kissing me with her arms around my neck. 'Therapy's over now, so just fuck me because I want you to,' she demanded talking through her salacious kissing.
Now her whole body was responding and we were both fucking as though a primal urge demanded we ravish one another for the next ten minutes until we were both utterly spent.
We remained still in each other's arms for another minute, then I stood up and helped her to her feet.
After she had slowly recovered her balance, she said, 'Thanks for that Davis. I don't know what happened, but I think you cured me. I feel fine.'
We dressed in silence and as I walked back to my car, I asked 'Can I call you later to make sure you're still OK?'
'Yes, do that. It would be very nice.'
As she drove away, I resolved to find out as much as I could about those wasps.
I reached for my mobile phone and replayed the recording to test its clarity. Satisfied, I called Doctor Gordon about my wasp bite to make sure there was nothing wrong with me.
The next day, I was to meet Dr Emily Gordon, a beautiful brunette, a new addition to the local medical center. She attended to me when my usual doctor had been away on holiday. I was delighted to find her a very warm and confidence inspiring doctor. But what was most pleasing was her gorgeous smile and her twinkling bright brown eyes as well as her very shapely body.
She told me she would ask her husband to pick her up when I left after she had finished her notes. She had a no vacancies in her book, but would remain back late to attend to me. I was getting excited at the thought.
The man who entered before me, now in the waiting room reading as I entered her consulting room might have been her husband, or another patient awaiting another doctor's attention.
While I was waiting, I re-set my telephone to record my visit. I didn't want any doubt as to who initiated what if this consultation headed in another direction.
She greeted me and invited me to sit in her patient's chair. I could see up her grey skirt to a glimpse of her yellow nickers as she sat on the edge her desk in front of me.
'What brings you here today Davis?'
'It's probably nothing, but I seem to have been bitten or stung by a wasp as I rode down a lane-way. I lost my balance and felt faint a few moments. I may have passed out momentarily, but there appears to be no other after effects. I thought I should check with you before jumping to conclusions,' I said.
'Where were you stung? Let me see,' she said.
'Just below my right shoulder at the back,' I said.
Take off your shirt and let me have a look,' she instructed me.
I removed my shirt and she spun my chair and looked closely at my wound.
I asked, 'Is it swollen, smooth, hot or normal temperature? I can't quite reach it my self,' I said.
I knew it was smooth and cool to touch but I thought it was her role as a doctor to inform me, or in this instance to confirm what Jackie had told me.
She rubbed her fingers and then her hand over the surface.
'It seems to be inflamed and that would raise expectations of a higher temperature, but it is cool and smooth to my touch. Are you having any tingling sensations?'
'No. I did at the time I was stung, but now it just feels pleasant to my touch, though I can't reach close to it without pushing my arm with my other one,' I told her demonstrating. 'Do I need any medication or something to put on it doctor?'
She quickly moved away, closed her eyes and slightly shaking her head, reached out to my hand to steady herself.
