Over a drink, he tells me exactly what he does and how he does it… I nearly fell off my stool in disbelief… Man, that is brilliant… do you realize that?
After a difficult relationship, I’ve had a new girlfriend for three years now, but she’s starting to show some odd traits. Our conversations always end in silence. I’m fed up with it and feel we desperately need a vacation to bring us closer together again. We’ve drifted apart without even realizing it.
We booked a ten-day trip to Ibiza, and we’re leaving next week.
It was hot when we arrived in Ibiza, and Nicole immediately started huffing and complaining about the heat. I thought to myself, “Great start—we’ve only just arrived.” I couldn’t resist making a comment: “Well, Nicole, maybe I should have booked that trip to Siberia instead of Ibiza.” After a short wait, the hotel shuttle bus picked us up.
Our room was on the third floor, with a balcony offering a beautiful view of the sea. The room was equipped with everything needed for a ten-day stay. Naturally, Nicole had a complaint about everything she saw. I got annoyed right away and said, “Look, it’s just for sleeping, not for living in. We’ll be gone in ten days; I want to see more of Ibiza than just a hotel room—is that clear?” I left the suitcase where it was, walked out of the room, and headed for the bar. On my way back to the room, I saw a young doctor in a white coat walking down the hallway, pulling a wheeled suitcase behind him; he knocked on one of the hotel room doors. I walked past without giving it a second thought.
Back in the room, Nicole was sitting on the bed; she still hadn’t unpacked her suitcase. I didn’t say anything; I just unpacked my own bag and put everything away neatly. “So,” I said, “are you going to have a drink? It’s pretty hot out.” “No,” she says, “first I still have to unpack my suitcase.” ‘Well, you could have done that already, couldn’t you?’
We finally make it downstairs and sit on the outdoor terrace, enjoying our drinks in the shade. I look at her and say, “Nicole, you do know why we went on vacation together, don’t you?” I wait tensely for an answer, watching her closely. “Well, just to go on vacation—what a strange question, by the way.” Nicole doesn’t see—or refuses to see—that our relationship is at a dead end… yet I want to make an effort to salvage it. After three years, I’m starting to lose heart and can no longer see a way out, though I still hope the ice will thaw during this trip.
“It’s not a strange question at all when you put it that way… back home, we’re living side-by-side like two strangers sharing a house, and I hope this vacation helps us find each other again so we can move forward together.” Nicole doesn’t understand—or doesn’t want to understand—that our relationship feels more like a cold storage unit than a warm, cozy fire. I give up for the moment and order another round of drinks.
Three days have passed, and Nicole’s attitude hasn’t changed since we arrived; it’s not surprising, really—she’s no different at home: distant, cold, uninterested in anything that concerns us both; we do nothing together. Acting on friends’ advice, I had hoped to use this vacation to give our relationship a fresh start—I wanted to give it every chance—but I suspect it’s a lost cause.
Once again, I see that young doctor in the white coat walking down the hallway with his small rolling case, knocking on a hotel room door. *Are there really so many sick people in this hotel?* I wonder.
Things are going from bad to worse; Nicole spends all her time on her phone and doesn’t say a word. She does the same thing at home, where we sit like… Two strangers side by side. I’m going crazy with all the texting and exchanging of stupid messages with her annoying girlfriends—who do nothing but wear the glaze right off the tiles when they’re at my place.
Nicole is younger than me; she’s 28 and I’m 34. Having a young girlfriend is nice, but apparently, they live in a different world. I hate whispering behind backs, yet that’s exactly what her girlfriends do the moment I walk into the living room—sometimes giggling while they’re at it, too.
I have to—and definitely will—put an end to our meaningless relationship. We haven’t had sex in over a year, and I’m not made of stone. I go to the gym three or four times a week and look pretty good… muscular with a nice tan. I want to go my own way again; I’m absolutely fed up with being the third wheel in a two-person relationship.
We’re lying on the beach; the sun is glorious, and the light sea breeze makes it perfectly comfortable. I walk over to the beach bar, turn around, and see Nicole talking to some guy. I walk back, and halfway there, Nicole spots me coming; the guy stands up and walks away. Now I know for sure: she’ll talk to a stranger, but won’t say a word to me.
“So, Nicole, who was that guy you were talking to?” “Oh, just someone who stopped by.” “Well, you certainly seemed to be having fun with him, the way you were laughing with ‘just someone’…”
This That really was the last straw, I thought to myself. As soon as we get home, I’m going it alone… without Nicole. She can go back to her parents’ place; there, she can keep texting and hosting the girlfriends who can’t stand me.
Once again, I see that doctor in his white coat, carrying his small wheeled case, walking down a corridor… knocking on a door and going inside. An hour later, he comes out; I follow him and watch as he hands 20 euros at the hotel reception to a staff member. When he reaches his car, I ask him what exactly he does—telling him I’m interested. After he tries to dodge the question, saying he doesn’t want to give any answers, I tell him I’m Dutch and heading home the very next day.
Over a drink, he tells me exactly what he does and how he does it… I nearly fell off my stool in disbelief… Man, that is brilliant… do you realize that?
Now I know what I’m going to do as soon as I get home.
During the flight home, Nicole and I have a talk; I make it clear that I don’t want to continue the relationship, and we sit in silence for the rest of the journey. During the flight, I also find myself thinking about that clever doctor I met in Ibiza, and I start fleshing out the plan I heard about—to be put into action once Nicole is out of the picture.
Saying goodbye to Nicole was easier than I’d expected… and four hours later, she got into her own car and drove off down the street. I don’t regret that it cost me another holiday. It just served to confirm my suspicion that our relationship was already dead. I deleted her phone number from my contacts immediately.
I’ve jotted down a few headlines for the advertisements I want to place in the newspaper. 1. Your private doctor comes to your home
2. Your private doctor for an in-depth analysis
3. The naughty doctor for a private visit
After much deliberation, I settled on option 3; after all, what woman wouldn’t want to play doctor? Next week, the ad will appear in two newspapers, listing the mobile number of a prepaid SIM card I bought specifically to handle the incoming appointments. I’ve already bought a white doctor’s coat, trousers, and a few white T-shirts online, plus a cheap stethoscope to hang around my neck for a more professional look. Standing in front of the mirror in my doctor’s outfit, I look so convincing that if I were to walk through a hospital, no one would even notice I’m not a real doctor.
I have a small rolling suitcase handy, and I pack it with a box of blue latex gloves, two bottles of lubricant, disinfectant spray, and a few sexy dildos of various sizes—including a real whopper for a pussy that’s seen plenty of action. Click… click… and my doctor’s bag is closed and ready for use.
The ad has been placed in two regional newspapers, running for four issues. I don’t live in those areas; I want to avoid running into anyone I know when I ring the doorbell for an appointment.
It’s been three days since the ad appeared, and my mobile phone rings… I’m a bit startled—I hadn’t expected it so soon…
“Hello, this is the naughty doctor speaking…”
“Good day… I saw your ad in the local paper and I’d like to book an analysis appointment…”
“Sure, that’s possible. When would suit you…?”
“Tomorrow afternoon…? At 3 o’clock…?”
“Okay… that works…”
“What kind of consultation are you looking for…?” “Shit,” I thought… I hadn’t thought about that at all, so I quickly said, “A basic analysis is $50, a deep analysis is $75, and administering medication is $100.”
“That sounds great. And what kind of medication do you administer… Doctor?”
“A juicy medicine that needs to be extracted from deep within…”
“Sounds good… I’ll give you my address…”
“See you tomorrow, then…”
Yippee, I’ve got my first appointment, and I need a moment to let it sink in. What exactly did I say the rates were? I’ll figure it out when I get there and it’s time to settle up. It’s in that other neighborhood; I can take the ring road to the address she gave me. Judging by her voice, she’s around forty or a bit older.
First, I drive past the house to get an idea of the place; I see a red Mercedes sports car in the driveway. I park my own car around the corner—that seems safer—grab my small rolling case, double-check my outfit, and walk up to her house.
I ring the doorbell, and a woman with blonde hair tied back in a ponytail opens the door… looks at me… and I say, “Good day, I’m the doctor.” She starts to laugh and says, “Yes, I can see that from your clothes; come on in.”
She walks ahead of me straight to her bedroom and asks, “Should I undress completely, Doctor, so you can examine me better?” I look at her and say, “Yes, I think it would be best if you weren’t wearing anything, so I can perform a thorough analysis.” She laughs again, turns her back to me, lets her thin, sheer red gown drop to the floor, and turns back around… “Is this oké, Doctor?” My jaw practically dropped at the sight of a deliciously sexy body—sizeable breasts with hard nipples and a beautifully shaved slit between her legs. Stammering, I said, “Amazing… er, I mean, that’s fine, ma’am.” We She started to laugh. “Go lie down on the bed so I can examine you properly and see what the problem is.” With a graceful movement, she lies on the bed, arms above her head, fully exposed. Her firm breasts, topped with hard, erect nipples, stand proud; her legs are slightly spread, making her pussy clearly visible.
I sit down beside her, letting my eyes roam over her gorgeous body once more. I look at her, pick up the stethoscope—saying nothing—and begin to examine her. I can hear her heart pounding wildly with excitement. I lean further over her, and before I know it, I’m sucking on one of her protruding nipples—they seem to be begging for it. I hear her moan softly as I take hold of the other nipple, rolling it between two fingers. I suck harder and caress it with my tongue, eventually trailing my licks lower down toward her pussy.
I drop to my knees and turn her body toward me… with her legs spread wide, I go down on her shaved pussy, which features a delicious clitoris. As I suck on her clit, I watch her tugging at her hard nipples—she can’t get enough of it; she pulls so vigorously that they seem to double in size.
I slide my tongue into her pussy, swirling it against the walls and feeling it grow warm and wet… suddenly, she asks, “Doctor, have you managed to find out what’s wrong yet?” “I’ll take your temperature; then I’ll know more,” I said. “Oh, taking my temperature—go right ahead,” she replied. By now, she’s given me such a rock-hard erection that it’s high time I took her temperature with my hard cock. I’d cut the fly out of my white trousers so my cock was always exposed—no messing around with undressing; just immediate fucking or getting a blowjob with my cock already out was easiest.
With a powerful thrust, I drive my horny, hard cock straight into her soaked pussy and hear her let out a deep, satisfied moan. I pump her hard, occasionally pulling my cock out only to thrust it straight back into her pussy; I repeat this several times, noticing how much it turns her on. “Stick your thermometer in my ass,” she suddenly cries out. I pull my stiff cock out of her horny pussy and, without hesitation, drive it into her ass, fucking her rear like never before… “It feels amazing the way you do it… more… punish me, then,” she screams. *What a horny woman,* I think. I switch my cock between pussy and ass, and she gets even louder… “Punish the slut, then… punish me, you dirty dog… I need more punishment… hit… hit the slut, then.” Her screaming subsides as she sucks my cock all the way down to the balls, craving the ‘medicine’ she wants so badly. “Suck, slut… harder, you horny bitch,” I shout. She gets even wilder than before and sucks my cock even harder… my load of sperm shoots straight into her throat… and as she sucks up the last few drops, she slaps me hard across the face… looks at me, and says, “Doctor, your diagnosis was amazing.” Sweaty and spent, I collapse beside her… and she rolls over. …and gives her lovely nipples another tug as a grand finale to the whole affair.
She presses an envelope into my hand, says “sorry about that slap”—stroking my face again, smiling at me, and thanking me—”it’s all good.” She immediately books another appointment for next week, which I happily note down… Patient 1… “No names, please,” I add, and the horny broad starts laughing again: “See you next week, naughty doctor.” I say goodbye and walk back to my car. I check the envelope to see what she put inside: $100. I should raise my rates if it’s this easy,* I think to myself… but it does give me an idea for the next patient. I go to bed early; it had been an intense day.
I find myself thinking about my first appointment; it was a wonderful experience for me, and having sex again after such a long time felt great. I strongly suspect Patient 1 has done this before—letting other guys take her hard; she’s certainly no saint—she knows exactly what she wants.
Two days later, my mobile rings again… “Hello?”
“Am I speaking to the naughty doctor?”
“Yes, speaking.”
“I got your number from a good friend of mine—you know, ‘Patient 1’—and I’d like a diagnosis from you too, if possible…?”
I’m surprised by this and have to take a deep breath…
“So, you want to make an appointment… let me see if I have any openings…”
“Yes, I see I can fit you in… when would suit you?”
“Tomorrow at two o’clock…”
“Fine. I know the kind of consultation you’re asking for… I’ll reward you well…”
“Doctor, I have one more question… can you give me your ‘medicine’ too? I think I really need it…”
“Yes, that’s possible—but it depends on just how naughty the doctor gets made to be.” …
Oké, Doctor… I can hardly wait… see you tomorrow, then…
Wow, she must be an incredibly horny woman if she’s already asking to swallow your sperm—she must really …has been dry for a while; I’m certain of that.
The address can’t be a coincidence either; it’s in the same neighbourhood as my first appointment—they must be friends. Patient 1 probably told her how things went with her.
It’s almost two o’clock, and I’m still sitting in my car just around the corner. When I drove past earlier, I saw it was a huge detached house with a double garage. I have no idea what to expect behind that front door, so I’m just going to let things unfold; it’s out of my hands now. I have my stethoscope around my neck and ring the bell… the door opens, and a blonde woman with long, curly hair and steely blue eyes looks at me… “You must be the doctor… come on in and follow me.”
She walks ahead of me, and through her sheer red robe, I can see how slender she is—with a pair of massive tits. The way she sways her sexy little ass completes the picture… *What a hot woman,* I think to myself, following her into the bedroom.
“Undress so I can examine you better…” Facing me with a sultry look, she opens her thin robe and lets it drop to the floor… a very hairy pussy completes the scene.
“Turn around so I can examine you,” I say… she turns, and I step up close, feeling her press herself against me. My hands trace the lines of her sexy body as I grab her breasts and nipples… what magnificent tits she has. I gently tug and roll her nipples between my fingers, feeling my horny cock growing hard… *Take it easy,* I tell myself…
“Lie across the bed…” Her perky tits stand beautifully upright, and her heavily haired pussy clearly conceals her clitoris. I pick up my stethoscope and begin to examine her… she is trembling with excitement and has goosebumps… she lies there shaking, clearly enjoying every inch where I touch her… my mouth finds its way to her hard nipples, and I lick and suck on them… one by one… I feel her hand running through my hair; she is clearly enjoying my tongue on her body… licking, I trace her body down to her pussy, part her labia, stick out my tongue, and lick her clit. “Yes… yes… that’s the spot, Doctor… right there, that’s where I’m most sensitive.” I bury myself deeper in her wild bush and see a pussy that has barely been touched. No, this isn’t a pussy that’s been pounded; it’s one that hasn’t had a cock inside it for a long time. I pull at her nipples until they can’t stretch any further, and she cries out in pleasure… a tear rolls down her cheek, and I stop pulling at her nipples… I don’t want to hurt her. “No, don’t stop… keep pulling, I love that…” I pull at her nipples again, and her legs spread wider and wider… she pulls her labia open and says, “Eat my pussy… eat me out.” My tongue glides along her labia, and I hear her moan for more… I suck on her delicious clit and slide a finger into her slit… “Yes, that’s the spot, Doctor; right there is where I’m so sensitive.” I thrust my tongue as deep as it will go into her pussy, and she presses my head down.
My rock-hard cock is already hanging out of my trousers, and my balls feel like they’re about to burst. Using lubricant, I massage her pussy, insert two fingers, and make pumping motions to see how she reacts… she keeps tugging at her nipples—which have turned quite red—and massaging her aroused tits, squeezing them frequently.
My hard cock can’t hold back any longer, and I slide it into her pussy… she pulls her legs further back to give my cock more room. I thrust hard but steadily, while she continues to massage and tug at her aroused nipples and breasts.
“Turn around, lie on your stomach,” I say… she turns over, and I pull her halfway off the bed so she’s on her knees… I slide my aroused cock back in and fuck her harder and harder. She screams out, crying, “My ass… my ass.” I rub lubricant onto her ass and force my cock in hard… pulling her hair back, I fuck her ass like it’s never been fucked before. Reaching behind her, she grabs her buttocks and spreads them wide for my cock entering her aroused ass.
“More… more… deeper… fuck me deeper,” she cries… she completely lets go, dropping her composed facade; a horny slut is now fully unleashed. My cock alternates between fucking her pussy and her ass… and she clearly loves it.
“Doctor, I still need to get your medicine,” she cries out. “Not yet,” I say, thrusting deep into her ass. I yank her by the hair toward my cock and shove it into her mouth. “Suck, slut… suck… go on, get your medicine.” She’s sucking hard, and I feel my cum rising; with a roar, I shove my cock even deeper down her throat and let my lust escape in an explosion of satisfaction.
She pulls my cock out of her mouth and wipes her lips with her palm… “that was “I really need that… that horny feeling in my throat,” she says softly and contentedly.
After lying in bed together for a while, still toying with her nipples, she suddenly asks, “What else is in that little case besides just lubricant?” “Oh, not much really, just a few things, nothing more.” “Open it up so I can see,” she asks. I flip the case open, and a collection of dildos and butt plugs greets her. Without asking, she takes out a dildo and plays with it against her thick bush of pubic hair. “Stick that into my wet, horny pussy,” she says… With a bit of lubricant, the dildo slides in easily, and she works her pussy harder and harder… while I suck on her aroused, erect nipples again. I grab a butt plug from the case, apply some lubricant, and thrust it straight into her horny ass…
“But Doctor, what are you doing… you horny bastard—but it feels so damn good.” She rams the dildo into her pussy—quite deeply, I could see—with a steady, vigorous rhythm for a while, saying, “You can leave those toys here; I’ll pay you extra for them on top of the consultation fee.”
I say goodbye, and the next appointment is already set for next Friday at two o’clock. I turn back for a moment, firmly cup her hairy pussy in my hand, give her bush a tug, and say, “You could stand to trim that back a bit,” before turning around and pulling the door shut behind me. I decide to open the envelope at home and drive back quickly to take a shower.
After dinner, I remember the envelope and open it… that hot woman is crazy. Inside is $200 and a note that reads… “Thanks, darling; you’ve thawed me out.”
I don’t know what to make of it, so I just let it be and go to bed.
The next morning, Patient 1 calls me and says, “Hello, naughty doctor—when you visit me this Thursday, don’t forget to bring that lovely big dildo and some lube for me, too… you horny rascal.” And she hangs up immediately.
What horny women they are—women who, it seems to me, have been sexually neglected and haven’t had a cock inside them for a long time. But I’m going to change that; I’ve got my work cut out for me.
THE NAUGHTY DOCTOR: PART 2/3 COMING SOON
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