Sunday, March 21, 2021

Doctor's orders (revisited)

Since more than half of our readers discovered this blog less than five years ago I thought it would be nice to re-introduce some older stories for those who didn't catch them when they were first published. Enjoy!

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Chad and Sammy (click for pictures)

„Mr. Wulf, please come in!” Dr. Brown barked, taking off his horn-rimmed glasses and rubbing his eyes.

The last patient. Thank God. In five minutes, Dr. Brown was going to call it a day and spend the weekend on the yacht. And what a day it had been! Last night, his wife had left him, accusing him of not spending enough time with her. Stupid bitch. He had spent all those hours at the hospital, working day and night, so that they could afford their lifestyle, her lifestyle. The yacht. The house. The cars. Her car! And now Bethany had left him. Just like that. She didn’t feel wanted anymore, she had said. And then she had gotten into the sports car – that he had bought her! – with some half-naked stoner surfboy. Damn. They had been married for only four years. It had been Dr. Brown’s fifth marriage. And the last one. Never again!

Dr. Brown looked up from his desk and ran his hand through his thinning grey hair. “Mr. Wulf!” he shouted. “I’m waiting!” He patted his potbelly and noticed a ketchup stain on the white coat. Who was going to wash it for him now?

Four more minutes. Ah, the yacht. Martinis. Caviar. And that hot Caribbean hooker he had found in the phone book. What was her name? Chantrelle. Oh boy. She was going to do things to him that Bethany had never done. He pictured her, wearing nothing but a glass of Martini, and maybe a bit of caviar on her tits. He wiped his mouth with his arm and looked at his watch.

“Mr. Wulf!” he shouted again. Damn patients. Damn hospital. Damn Bethany.

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