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Authors: Patricia Harkins-Bradley

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“When’s the trial? I’ll need to get my testimony ready.” I smiled and fell asleep.

Oh Doctor!

With all of my wild adventures of late, I figured it’d be a good idea to get checked out down there, just to make sure everything was in good working order. Besides, it was almost time for my annual exam, and I needed a refill on my birth control pills. With everything going on at the office and elsewhere, I didn’t have a lot of time, but I called my OB/GYN and was relieved to hear that they just had a cancellation. If I could get down there in 20 minutes, I could take the appointment. I hurried down to the doctor’s office right away.

After a short wait, I heard the nurse call my name, “Ms. Young, Doctor Stone will see you now.” She lead me into the examining room, and the Doctor came in a minute later. He’s a heavy-set but well built and very handsome black man. I’ve always had a secret lust for Doctor Stone, and often thought about him while masturbating.

As I disrobed, he asked me the usual questions. I answered that my periods have been regular and that I haven’t noticed any abnormalities with my womanly parts. Then he asked if I’ve been sexually active. As if the words bypassed my brain, I blurted out, “OH, HAVE I EVER!” I couldn’t believe I had answered that way. He seemed taken aback by my enthusiastic response, but tried to remain professional.

As he manipulated my breasts to examine them, I could feel that familiar burning in my loins. It only got stronger when he told me to lie back and put my feet in the stirrups. My mind was racing with thoughts of what I wanted to happen. Then I felt his breath on my cunt. I don’t know if it was my wet canal or my erect clit, but apparently Doctor Stone knew what I wanted, and he didn’t waste any time.

His hands were rubbing the inside of my thighs, and I couldn’t help but to let out a little whimper. That whimper grew into a moan when I felt his tongue touch me down there. I closed my eyes as he worked me with his mouth. I wanted him inside of me, stat! He stood up from his chair, and gently inserted his long rod into me. He thrust it in and out rhythmically while he gently rubbed my hard love button. He was playing me like a violinist with an antique Stradivarius — working me like only a true expert in the female anatomy could.

My moans grew louder as he started thrusting faster and harder. I could feel the sterile medical paper on the table sticking to my sweaty back as he drilled me. Waves of pleasure were rolling through my body, and I knew I was about to have the most intense orgasm. Right at that moment, I felt his cock start to throb, and he jammed it into me even deeper. Our simultaneous orgasm rocked from my body to his, then back to mine. As he exploded inside of me, I couldn’t help but to yell out, “Oh Doctor! Oh Doctor! Yes!” Our shared orgasm seemed to last for minutes, and then he collapsed on top of me.

We were both spent, and it took a while to recover before either one of us could stand up. As he pulled up his pants and I got dressed, he looked at my chart, then calmly said, “Okay, everything seems fine. I’ll make sure that prescription gets called into your pharmacy.”

Nerdiest and Dirtiest

By the time Friday came around, I was dead tired and needed to get the busy week out of my head. Luckily for me, there was a fan convention in town at the Moscone Center. It focused on popular science fiction, fantasy, and cartoon TV shows and movies. Although I had managed to catch a few from time to time, there was really just one thing there that interested me: the virgins.

As a large convention, it attracted a lot of press and media from out of town. There were planeloads of actors coming up from LA to promote their shows, most of which would be replaced by mid-season. Some of the promotions were special events hosted by local venues. This year, The Diamond Club had been asked to host a promotional party for a new film called
Zombie President
.

The movie studio brought in a crew early that morning. By the time I got over there, The Diamond Club had temporarily been transformed into a collection of zombie apocalypse venues from the movie. At the front door, hired actors were made up like soldiers asking to see people’s invitations. Luckily, since I was part of The Diamond Club Elite, I had no problem getting inside.

I went inside to find all the employees dressed up like zombies. That is, all except for Dia Monde, who apparently wanted no part of the fantasy and was happy to just collect the huge fee from the movie studio.

The club floor was littered with nerds who had clearly never been inside anything like The Diamond Club before. Many of them had obviously come straight from the convention and still wore costumes of various superheroes, anime characters, or uniforms from a variety of science fiction shows. I wandered over to the bar, hopped up on a stool, and began to scan the room for my first target.

I had considered approaching a Captain Kirk look-alike or maybe a hot vampire until I caught a glimpse of someone in a tight blue superhero outfit head to the stage. The outfit was skin-tight latex rubber and accentuated his well-built chest that looked like it could have been chiseled by Rodin himself. His pants were the same material and tight enough to make the bulge in his crotch very obvious. “By the time I’m done with him,” I thought, “I’ll make sure those pants won’t fit his man-bulge anymore!”

He walked up to the microphone and soon had the attention of the rest of the room. “Hello,” he said, “and welcome to our
Zombie President
event!” There was a round of applause. While the rest of the room may have been excited about the movie, I continued to give our hunky host a detailed body inspection. “I’m Chris Harding and I’ll be your host for the evening!”

I recognized the name. Harding had been host of a dating game back in the 90’s. Now his career was hosting nerdy events and essentially being the Internet’s nerd president. Forget the zombie president, I was now determined to lay this nerd president!

Chris got one of the actors up on stage for some Q&A and went backstage while the costumed attendees asked questions. I took this opportunity to sneak backstage and find Chris.

He was standing on the side of the stage watching the Q&A session when I snuck up behind him. I wrapped my arms around him and reached down to grab his man-bulge. “Hi there. I saw you out there and just had to have you in me.”

He looked back at me and grinned. “Well hello there…” He spoke in a deep voice that made me wet to hear. “Where did you come from?”

“I guess you could say I’m with the ‘zombie secret service’…”

“Works for me,” he replied. He turned around and embraced me with his arms, placing one hand behind my head and his other hand on my butt. He pressed our bodies together and our lips met. His tongue went in my mouth and met mine. We tongue-caressed each others teeth and then gently bit each others lips. As his latex rubber suit rubbed against my exposed arms and legs, I moaned with excitement. He spun me around and pressed me up against a wall behind a curtain.

He slowly peeled my dress off my body without removing his tongue from my mouth. At the same time, I reached down and started to pull the top of his stretchy superhero pants down so that I could find my real superhero. We moaned with pleasure.

It was only a moment before my dress and his costume pants were on the floor. He began to remove his mask at the neck. “No,” I whispered with a quick breath, “leave it on.” He grinned and pressed his erect cock against me. “Show me your super power,” I said as I gripped him tightly and wrapped my legs around him.

His long, hard dick was already lubed up and slipped right inside me. He pressed my back firmly against the cement wall so that I was quite literally between a rock and a hard place…or at least a hard on. We found a rhythm to our bodies and rolled with it. A tingling feeling of intensity soon took over my whole body timed precisely with his own penis. I could feel his juices explode inside me and gripped on as tight as I could with every part of my body, including my vagina. Pleasure overwhelmed us both.

I slowly released my grasp as did he. He set me down and we held each other gently for a few moments as the outside world came back into focus.

“Will I ever see you again?” he asked with deep seeded concern.

“When I need a superhero, I will send up the signal,” I replied.

He grinned, grabbed his costume pants, and walked off to a dressing room while I got dressed behind the curtain. Before heading back to the club floor, I gave myself a quick look in a mirror and smiled. “Yeah, you’ve still got it.”

Symphony of Sex and Silence

I came into Diamond Club earlier than I’m used to, Dia handed me a flyer for tonight’s event, a special appearance of some Mash-Up artist, DJ Vibrofone Alliteration much? I got on my phone to search if this guy is any good. I found a video of his Tainted Fever by Soft Cell and Peggy Lee, it also included footage of Jessica Rabbit seductively dancing across the stage.

“So are you coming tonight?” Dia asked placing a straw to her lips. “The DJ is quite… well, I think he’ll like you.”

“Of course.” I answered glancing at her beverage, “are you drinking already?”
“It’s just lemonade.” she said mildly offended at the accusation, “the air in my office is broken.”

“Call a repairman.”

“I did. He’s been here all day.”

“And have you been letting him work.”

“Not quite.” she said hesitantly, “but I’m certainly getting my money’s worth.”

“Are you keeping the best men to yourself?”

“It’s good to be the queen.”

I gave her a laugh as I turned to the door. The usual party should pick up in a few hours, I just wanted to see what it was like with out so many people. It was unusually warm in the city, a high of 90°, and the humidity being pretty high, I could understand her discomfort. The bartenders were slicing lemons and limes for the night’s drinks. I went outside to find a plain white van with a young man behind the steering wheel. He had parked too close to my car and I would need him to move for me to leave.

As I try to get his attention to the problem he didn’t even recognize my existance. He just sat still with his back straight and his eyes closed. He then took one last deep breath and took a pair of earplugs out. They were flesh tone and I hadn’t even noticed them. He then came out of the driver’s side and opened the back of the van.

“I’m Guessing this is you?” I said holding up the flyer Dia gave me.

“Dj Vibrofone?” he asked putting on a pair of glasses to read them, “yeah that’s me.

“How did you get that name?”

“In high school band I took my sister’s…” he began to tell, cutting himself off from the rest, “well, there is a story associated with it. Not the kind of thing you tell a beautiful woman upon first meeting.”

He pulled out a crate of records from the back. A microphone wrapped in a condom fell out into the gutter. I help him by picking it up from the dusty street.

“Did you do this out of boredom?”

“No.” he said slightly embarrassed, directing me to placed it on top of his records, “the condom protects the mic from getting dirty. Like it would have just now.”

“Are you coming back for the show, miss…?”

“Brianna.” I said, a slight giggle at his use of the word miss to have me introduce myself, “and yes, I’ll be here.”

“Well until next time.” He said as he pushes the door open with his back. He turns to the inside as I take a pair of headphones from the van and follow him in. He set the records down on the little stage he took the headphones off his belt and puts them around his neck.

“How about this time?” I said holding up the headphones over my shoulder as I walked past him to the storage room. I playfully bit my lip as I looked over to him as he rose to his feet.

The DJ followed me in as I placed the headphones on my ears. I could see that he said something, but I couldn’t tell what the words were. I then grabbed the sides and realized that they didn’t have a cord to tie myself up with. They were earmuffs, and I became a little red as the deafening silence drove me a little mad at my foolishness. I lifted one up to catch him say. “I didn’t think you were also into that kind of thing.”

“What?” I asked

“Erotic sensory deprivation” he clarified as he took off his hoodie.

“Of course.” I said, not quite understanding what he was talking about, but I kept with it as I put the earmuffs back on and began to undo my blouse.

He turned off the light as he shoved his earplugs back into their place, I could feel his pecks as I undo the buttons of his shirt, and the warm skin of his hands as he lowered the straps of my bra over my shoulder. His breath hot on my neck as he pulled me close, his music swelling with desire as I helped him out of his jeans. The touch of his hands on my lower back sent a tingle up my spine.

He pulled me down to the floor as cleared a small space for us to lie down. I put him on his back and straddled his legs as I took his Microphone and held it to my lips, wrapping around it with my tongue, mere lubrication, but I believe both of us enjoyed the opening act of our time together. I slid my body up his rubbing my breasts against his abs as went to meet his face. As my face passed his chest, I could feel the rhythm of his heart beat rush, changing tempo as I moved further. I then erected myself and put his instrument in it’s proper case, dancing to the silence. I swayed to the sound of my own screams in my head as he took me to the high notes. I could feel the rhythmic pulsing of his music as we came to the big finish.

I roll onto my back, the floor was cold and made me quiver. I can feel his body brush against my own as he rose to turn on the light, I began putting my clothes back on, lowering the earmuffs to my neck. He put his jeans back on.

“Hey, if you’re ever in Salt Lake City…” he said hesitantly, “maybe you could come by my studio.”

“I’ll think about it.” I answered, but I think he knew that it wasn’t very likely I’d head up there. “but I think my place is here at the Diamond Club.”

He kissed me as he took back the earmuffs. He then looked down at them in his hand and put them in mine.

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