A Trip to the Allergist

I need to tell you about something wild that happened to me at the allergist’s today. But first I need to fill you in on some background.

I used to be sexually adventurous in college, but since I had moved in with my fianc’e, the love of my life, I had calmed down. I love her so much, but she’s not exactly a firecracker in the sack, or at least, not that I have ever seen. Needless to say I’m sexually frustrated and I watch a lot of porn and read tons of stories on the net.

Anyhow, my allergies were getting worse and I had to do something about it. I hadn’t been to this doctor before, and chronic sinus pain prompted me to call the allergist that my fianc’e goes to. She had told me that Dr. Hasid-Khmeer was “very hands on,” an excellent doctor and “very experienced.”

I wasn’t looking forward to seeing some weird arrogant little Pakistani guy who makes $150,000 a year and barely speaks English. That’s my first reaction to hearing the name of a foreign doctor.

But I try to keep an open mind. So I called and made an appointment. I left work early and drove to the office, sat in the reception room reading a celebrity chronicle magazine and admiring the fashion section — floozy Hollywood starlets in bras, and all sorts of suggestively titillating text.

After a short wait an unattractive nurse’s assistant type called my name. After answering some dull questions about my symptoms, she wheeled a VCR / TV combo into the examining room on a cart with a large stack of videotapes. She put a tape in the VCR called “Environment Allergy Control” and said, “Just watch this video about how you can improve your allergies. The doctor is running late and will get to you after the video.”

What a dull crock of shit, I thought, watching some lame lady in the video talk about allergy-proofing your room. I casually glanced at the stack of videos next to the VCR. “Food Allergies — Just one Bite can Kill”, “Alexander — the Elephant who couldn’t eat Peanuts”, etc, etc, etc.

Then my eye was drawn to a hand labeled video without a case at the bottom of the pile. I pulled it out read the scrawled title, “The Doctor’s Prick Test Technique.” Well, I was no more interested in seeing some slob get allergenic needles stuck in his arm than I was in hearing about allergen proofing a room, but for some reason I popped that sucker in the VCR.

After some static, an obviously home made movie started. On screen was a man’s face. He was moaning slightly. “Holy shit,” I thought, “this prick test must HURT.” Then I listened closer and noticed more sounds. He wasn’t moaning in pain… he was moaning in ecstasy, and I could hear a woman’s voice moaning as well.

Then the camera shifted down and revealed a woman’s face sliding up and down on this guy’s cock. She was moaning around his prick and really getting into it.

What a fox! She had black shoulder length hair and her skin was a little bit dark — almost mediterranean. Her fingers gently scratched the underside of the guy’s swollen nuts — she moaned against his cock, sliding out until it was almost out of her mouth, her hand stroking the length of it, rhythmically jerking, then tightening her lips and beginning the long slow journey down.

This was some talented cocksucking! Whoever the chick was, she sure was one hell of a slut. She pulled back up the guy’s cock and let it leave her mouth, a line of pre-cum trailing from her lips to his head. In a sexy, French-accented voice, she said “Mmm… I don’t detect any allergens in your semen yet David, but I think I need to perform more research.”

Allergens?

What the fuck is this? Some sort of specialty aller- gist porn? Boy, Dr. Hasid-Khmeer must be one sick fuck. I wonder if the nurses know he watches allergist fuck flicks in between patients. But I couldn’t really think because my own cock was raging hard inside my jeans and I quickly became absorbed in the action on screen.

The slut was really into this. Moaning, she licked down the length of his cock, one hand constantly jerk- ing him off, slowly, intently, while she took his entire nut sack into her mouth. I could see the pas- sion in her eyes as she rolled his balls against her tongue and the guy started moaning loudly, begging her not to stop, calling her the greatest cocksucking slut he’d ever met.

She seemed to like the dirty names he was calling her because she let his balls pop out of her mouth and pushing him back on the table, began to lick his ass- hole. She started tongue-fucking his shit shoot! I couldn’t believe it! Even professional porn stars rarely give rim jobs. My, what a lucky bastard this guy is. She was really loving the taste of his asshole, moaning, saying ‘yes, you like my tongue in your ass, you love it,’ in the most delectable slutty French accent.

I could tell from the way the guy was thrusting his hips that he was about to shoot his load. She licked back up his pole and started her journey to glory. While the slut deep-throated him the camera dropped down to show one hand between her legs, her skirt pushed up, panties on the floor, and three fingers rapidly and roughly fingerfucking the prettiest trimmed black haired pussy I’ve ever seen. And the wettest.

Now the camera slid back up and panned out. I got, for the first time, a look at the room this was filmed in. It was familiar. “Holy Shit! That’s this room!” I couldn’t believe it! That dirty bastard must have brought a hooker into his office to film his own porn flick!

Now she was moaning against his cock, sliding furiously up and down while he rammed his prick into her mouth, fucking her face like the fuck toy it was. Then he pulled out and started shooting gasping and moaning while shot after shot of white sperm blasted the whore in the face, eyes, throat; every shot that hit her in the mouth she swallowed! Swallowed! A hooker who swallows, holy shit, I’ll have to ask this dirty fuck where he gets his talent.

He was still blasting her face with sperm, the sound of his voice like a man who had died and gone to heaven, and my prick was like an iron in my pants when the door to the room I was in opened.

I didn’t have time to even jump; I was busted. Into the room walked not the Pakistani doctor I expect, but the slut from the video, who (on the TV screen) was still eagerly swallowing cum. I was too turned on to be embarrassed, and too embarrassed to talk, when she smiled and said, in that same French accent, “Hello, I’m Dr. Hasid-Khmeer. I see you’ve been prepared for examination properly,” as she smiled and looked at the bulge in my pants, her hands opening her blouse.

Needless to say, I’ll never assume all doctors are men again.

But as she deep-throated my cock and I started making the exact same noises as the guy in the video made, one thought crossed my mind that made my prick start to twitch in her talented slutty mouth. What exactly had my fianc’e meant when she described this slutty doctor as “hands-on?”