The Making of a Perfect Slut Pt. 02

The Making of a Perfect Slut Pt. 02

My first day at work went more than excellently. The clinic turned out not only no worse than the place where I had worked before — it was even better. My colleagues were perfectly fine as well. Even the chief physician, who, by the way, turned out to be a man and not a woman as I had assumed, was not the typical asshole boss I had taken him for in the first second of our acquaintance. Yes, his eyes ran over my body several times, lingering where they had no business lingering, but all in all… all in all he struck me as a reasonably decent man.

Still, I was a little surprised that instead of the long white coat and the pale-blue uniform of a shirt and trousers I was used to, they issued me something a little different — something more… how to put it… seductive, I suppose. Instead of what I was accustomed to working in, they gave me a white skirt of a length that was far from normal for me (it was not outright short, but it barely passed mid-thigh), and something like a sleeveless jacket with a rather deep neckline. At first I even thought they had forgotten to give me a blouse to wear underneath, because part of my chest was visible through that wide cut. But the chief physician told me this was the usual uniform for female doctors, and that he had nothing else to offer me. I had to resign myself to what I had been given. Just as I had to resign myself to a duty that was not entirely familiar: twice a week I was to receive men and conduct a full examination of their bodies, especially if they complained of anything. A full examination meant I would also have to inspect their genitals — something I was, frankly, not glad about at all.

“Those are your duties, Dr. Maximova, I’m afraid. As chief physician there is nothing I can do about it. I can hardly hire a separate doctor just for two days a week, can I? I need someone versatile, and I thought you would be a perfect fit for the position. Have you never worked with men before?”

“I have,” I answered, sensing a faint note of blackmail from my new boss.

“Well then, you already have the experience. Of course, if the working conditions don’t suit you… I can find another doctor for your place. But I think we can still come to some kind of compromise, don’t you?”

“All right. I… I understand, Anatoly Sergeyevich.”

“Excellent. Don’t worry, Elena. We haven’t had any incidents here yet. Everything will be fine, you’ll see. The first few appointments may seem difficult, but afterward you’ll get used to it, the way all of us have.”

“Yes, I think… I think you’re right.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Your appointments will be on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Which means your first one is already tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?!”

“Well, yes… Listen, Elena, we’ve needed a doctor who could take this on for a long time. Of course I found time now and then myself, but the waiting list has grown into a horror. So the sooner you start, the better — for you and for the clinic. You understand?”

“I’m not sure, but… I don’t really have a choice, do I?”

“There is always a choice, Elena. As I already said, if you don’t like the working conditions at our clinic, you can resign and find another job. I promise there will be no trouble with your employment record. I’ll understand if such duties seem not entirely… not entirely acceptable to you. But I still hope you’ll see that this is only part of your work, and nothing more.”

“All right. I… I agree to these terms. Only… do I need to buy anything for the examinations, or…”

“No, we have everything you need. You simply have to conduct them, that’s all.”

“Understood…”

The conversation ended there, and the chief physician walked me to my office — the office in which I was to work for the next several years, or perhaps for the rest of my life, who could say. It was quite spacious, which I liked very much. I loved having plenty of freedom and room to move. Two large examination couches, apparently for recumbent patients, were also very welcome — though they did not delight me quite as much, because I knew it was on them that I would have to examine my clients.

“Well, make yourself at home. Settle in. If you need anything, you can always come to me.”

“Thank you, Anatoly Sergeyevich.”

“By the way, when you’re ready, fill in the information about yourself in your personal account on the work computer. It’s important. About yourself and your family, all right?”

“Yes, all right, Anatoly Sergeyevich. I will.”

After those words the chief physician left, leaving me alone with myself. I did not have much work that day; rather, I simply needed to learn the hospital, meet my colleagues, and do some paperwork before I could take on anything else. Truth be told, I did not especially want to meet anyone, so I immediately set about the papers — or rather, their digital copies.

Filling in the tedious information about patients, I involuntarily began to recall what had happened that morning and the day before — what I had learned about my son. I understood that I needed to do something so the situation would not grow worse. And yet, looking at it from another angle, I also realized that Pavel had never allowed himself anything vulgar or improper toward me. He had always been polite and considerate, always addressed me with respect and a certain affection. Yes, I now understood that this affection was not entirely normal, and that when he hugged me he had a slightly different purpose than I had thought — but… He had never planned or done anything truly bad to me, and perhaps I could simply close my eyes to the incident I had witnessed yesterday. Yes, my son had jerked off to me — that was a fact — but… Perhaps it would be right not to make an elephant out of a fly and simply go on living the way we had lived before.

Some time later I also remembered the night with my husband and his, in a sense, sexual failure. I remembered the bathtub, and the thoughts that had been in my head, and what I had been going to do.

Maybe I should look it up online? Check whether this city has the kinds of shops I have in mind. Maybe there aren’t any, and then I won’t have any reason to…

I opened the browser and typed “sex toys” into the search bar. The internet did the rest for me.

Dozens of shop websites from our new city opened up, all offering the assortment I was interested in. Clicking the first one I saw, I landed on a page filled from top to bottom with images of rubber cocks of every length, thickness, and price.

Oh God, there are so many of them. I hadn’t even thought that now… that things had developed this far. I thought there would only be a few, but here…

There were black ones and white ones, ones shaped like a human’s and ones of some… some strange kind — dog-like, horse-like, even dragon-like. And yes, I am talking about cocks. Opening several of them, I began to read the descriptions, and the longer I did, the more aroused I felt. At a certain point I even noticed that my panties were beginning to grow a little damp from everything I was seeing.

I hadn’t even thought… hadn’t thought that everything was so…

After scrolling through a few more pages I found what appealed to me most: a standard white dildo of medium size. Of course, at first, the moment I saw all that “merchandise,” I wanted to take something more interesting and larger, but then… I realized it would be better to take something more familiar, so I would not experience any unpleasant sensations from penetration. And the price of the cock I had chosen was not that high compared with the others.

Just the thing to start with, I decided to myself, adding the dildo to the cart and immediately beginning to place the order. Even if it isn’t as pleasant as I think, I won’t feel too sorry about the money. And later, if everything is fine, I could try… other ones as well…

When the order had already been placed and the money charged to my card, I paused for a moment to wonder whether I had done the right thing. Did I even need all this, or… or should I simply have gone on living the way I had lived before? Dima had said everything would get better. Maybe after a while our sex life would be exactly the same as it used to be?

No. I… I needed this too badly, and so… so I had done the right thing.

Returning to work, I spent several more hours buried in the computer monitor, after which my workday was over. On the way home I weighed the pros and cons of the decisions I had made that day once more and realized I had done the right thing. At least even now my choices still seemed to me the only correct ones.

There really isn’t anything better I can come up with. Change my relationship with my son? Tell him I know what he does at night? What would that change? It would only make worse the relationship I have spent so long building. Give up the idea of the rubber cock? But what if Dima still cannot satisfy me enough? Be content forever with nothing but my own fingers? That seems… not entirely fair. If Dima can no longer fuck me, why should I… why should I sacrifice my own pleasure? I’m still young, and I want… I want to feel loved, I want to feel how…

Before nightfall my order was delivered to our address. I had to use a little cunning so that no one in the family would notice I had bought such a thing. Carrying it into the bedroom I shared with Dima, I put the package in the drawer with my underwear, deciding to try the cock later, when I needed it.

Well then. Now… now I have at least something that can help me deal with my needs if Dima can’t help me again…

Arriving at work the next day, I found a small line of men outside my office who were, by all appearances, waiting to be examined. I sighed sadly, remembering yesterday’s conversation with the chief physician.

All right, this is no time to slacken, Lena. You just need a little practice. You just need to start doing it, and then you… then it will become normal for you. It’s only now, before you’ve begun, that it feels wrong. But later… After all, you’re a doctor! There shouldn’t be good work and bad work for you. If it concerns your patients’ health, you have to close your eyes to all your personal preferences and simply do what you have to do…

Going into the office, I locked the door behind me to change into my work uniform. Putting it on, I thought again that it did not quite match a doctor’s working style, and that it was altogether too sexual for all this. But I had no other, and no one was going to change the clinic’s dress code for my sake, so… After a couple more sighs and a look at myself in the mirror, I resigned myself to the fact that most of my clients would probably stare at my legs and at my chest, which was so exposed by the neckline.

“Come in,” I said, unlocking the door and preparing to receive my first patient.

“Dr. Maximova?” came a voice with an accent. “Hello.”

“Yes, hello,” I answered, already sitting at my desk and staring at the monitor, getting ready to enter the patient’s information into the hospital database. “And you are…?”

“George Anders,” the man replied, making me lift my eyes. “I believe I’m your neighbor, Dr. Maximova.”

“Ah, it’s you… Yes, I think we are neighbors,” I said, a little embarrassed, not particularly glad that my neighbor was seeing me in the uniform I was wearing. “Have a seat. I’ll just… I’ll just finish filling in the rest of the information. May I have your passport or ID card?”

“Yes, of course.” The man handed me the card and walked farther into the office to sit on the couch.

I followed him with my eyes. It was unusual to see a dark-skinned man in our country and in such a small town as the one Dima and I had settled in. Even in our previous city I had only run into African Americans a few times, and then purely by chance, somewhere in the street. And now… now I was about to examine a Black man, and that… that even made me a little nervous.

“So, what are you complaining of?” I asked when I had finished the paperwork, rising from my seat and walking toward him.

“Lately I’ve been having trouble breathing… I mean, I’ve developed shortness of breath. And… and some pain in my chest and lower down… I think something’s wrong with my lungs and… and with something else, Doctor.”

“All right, I understand. Let’s start with the lungs. Could you take off your sweater?”

“Take it off?!”

“I need to listen to your lungs. I’m afraid your sweater is too thick and I won’t hear your breathing well.”

“But I don’t have anything underneath, Doctor, I…”

“That’s all right. You can feel at ease.”

The man hurriedly pulled off his sweater, baring his torso. I had to admit that although he looked a little old — his face was deeply lined, and his graying hair was hard to miss — I could not deny that his body was in very good shape. Perhaps even my Dima, who was seven or eight years younger than George, could not boast the same physical condition.

“Good. When I tell you, take several deep breaths in and out, all right?”

“Yes, of course.”

I began listening to my neighbor’s lungs. Yes, something was a little off with them, but I was more than sure there was nothing serious in George’s case.

“Well, it seems the lungs are more or less all right. Yes, we can take an X-ray to be certain, but from what I hear I can say there are no serious problems with them. You may simply have bruised your chest, which is why you feel pain now. It will pass.”

“All right. Thank you, Doctor.”

“Now, your second problem…”

“The second… Ummmm…”

“Is something wrong?”

“The thing is… I wouldn’t want to embarrass you with this, Dr. Maximova…”

“You can call me Elena, George. After all, we are neighbors.”

“All right. I wouldn’t want to embarrass you, Elena, with the fact that… In short, I probably shouldn’t have mentioned it at all.”

“It’s all right, George. You can say it as it is. I’m a professional doctor and I’ll understand.”

“Yes, you’re a doctor, but you’re also a woman, Elena. I thought a man would be seeing me, and I’d be able to tell him about… about my problem…”

“There’s no need to be shy. I… I’m a professional, George. You have a problem with your genitals, have I understood correctly?”

“Y… yes. With my… with my testicles.”

“Ah, all right. I understand. What exactly is bothering you?”

“Lately I’ve started feeling pain… in them… They hurt quite a lot, and I think the reason is that…”

“Yes, go on, George,” I answered, trying to put more firmness into my voice, while at the same time feeling myself beginning to blush slightly.

“The thing is, my wife, Emma… she’s… she’s no longer a young woman, and it seems that for her… for her a sex life is already in the past. Speaking frankly with you, we haven’t had sex in two months, and before that… what there was before that couldn’t be called full sex. She just complained that it hurt and was unpleasant, and I very rarely managed to… to bring myself to… Well, you understand, I think.”

“Yes, I think I understand…”

Maybe my Dima has also reached the age when… when he no longer wants sex. And if so, if I end up the same as George and his wife, then… then after a while Dima will stop being interested in sex altogether, and I’ll have to…

“I think that because of the lack of an active sex life my sperm has started to stagnate, and… and that’s why my testicles have begun to hurt.”

“I think you’re right about something, but to say so for certain I need to know for sure. And to know, I need to… need to look at them.”

“Look at them?! But you’re…”

“It’s all right, George. As I already said, I’m a doctor and a professional. You have no reason to be shy with me.”

“Well, all right, if you say so, then… then I…”

“Take off your pants, George, and lie down on the couch. I’ll put on gloves.”

“All right, Elena.”

“And tell your wife that when she has time she should come here as well. I think we’ll need to talk with her and examine her too.”

“Thank you, Doctor.”

“You can thank me when we’ve solved your problem, George.”

I went to the table where the glove packets lay and, taking out a pair, began pulling them onto my hands. As I did, I could hear George starting to undress behind me. I have to admit, that moment was very agitating for me, particularly because this was my very first appointment and I was still not sure I would be able to do everything like a professional — that I would not become embarrassed and blush right in front of George. On top of that he was also my neighbor, so…

“Oh, God!” I cried out involuntarily when I turned around and saw George — or rather, what was between his legs.

“Is something wrong, Elena?”

“No, everything… everything’s fine, I just… Sorry, I…”

“Yes, I understand. Almost every woman who has ever seen my organ has reacted the same way you just did. I… I understand that it isn’t entirely usual to see something like this, so…”

“Go… go to the couch and lie down on it, George… I’ll be right…”

My God, he has an enormous cock! I’ve never seen anything like it in my life. I… I thought cocks like that didn’t even exist… How… how is that possible…

George did as I had asked and lay on his back, belly up. For about ten seconds I steeled myself for the fact that I would have to work with that monster — that I must not let show the emotions that were seizing me from inside.

“Could you spread your legs a little to the sides, please?”

“Like this?”

“Yes, perfect…”

This cock is simply huge… Maybe he had some kind of operation to make it this way? I don’t believe he’s had such a long, thick cock from birth. It’s… it’s almost the size of my arm… Oh God!…

The cock was so large and thick that I could see no way of getting to my patient’s testicles. I studied the area from every side and finally realized that I would have to touch his organ anyway in order to move it a little to the side.

“George… Umm… I’ll… I’ll need to touch your penis so that… It’s covering everything, and I can’t see what’s wrong with your testicles. I need to change its position a little.”

“All right, Elena, you can touch my big cock. I… I meant to say, you can touch my penis if it’s necessary.”

“Thank you.”

He’s a little strange, I think… Why did he… why did he say that? Does he think that I… that it… No, damn it, those are just my dirty thoughts! Lately I’ve been thinking about completely the wrong things… Get a grip, Lena!

Carefully taking hold of the cock somewhere around the middle, I began to lift it so I could lay it in another position and get access to George’s testicles.

Oh God, it’s simply… this thing is so enormous… And he isn’t even aroused yet… It’s… it’s so heavy… heavy and thick… Damn it, Lena… You… you need to think about work, not about…

His testicles are bigger than ordinary ones too… Dima’s seem about half the size… Although maybe that’s because of the problems George is complaining about? Maybe it’s because his wife no longer wants to have sex with him? Although… I can understand her, I think. His cock… his cock is as big as… as a horse’s… It’s simply an inhuman size… That’s probably why Emma complained of pain during sex with him… Although I don’t think I would complain if Dima were the same size as this…

I almost did not examine George’s testicles, because my eyes were glued to his cock — to his enormous black cock. Only at the very end did I manage somehow to tear my gaze away and concentrate on my work rather than on my lust.

“I think… I think they’re fine, George… That is, I don’t see any pathologies… Now I’ll squeeze them a little to check there aren’t any lumps inside, all right? It may hurt a bit, but that’s normal.”

“Mmmmmm… All right, Elena.”

Did I imagine it, or did he… or did he actually moan?…

“No, I don’t think there’s anything serious. Perhaps you should simply masturbate more often, George, to deal with your needs somehow. That should help improve blood flow in your genitals and free you from… Ooh!”

He’s… he’s getting… getting…

Looking at the cock again, I noticed that it was beginning to rise and grow hard. It was obvious that my touch had aroused George, and that he had begun to get excited by everything that was happening, which had produced that reaction.

So… so big… and so hard… Now it’s become even… even bigger than it was before… I…

I felt warmth gathering low in my belly, heat beginning to spread from my groin through the rest of my body. His cock was so close to me that I could see every centimeter of its flesh, every winding vein that traced it, the glistening head on which a small bead of clear fluid had appeared — the kind that in men serves as a sort of lubricant. My breathing grew deeper; I began to breathe with my whole chest. I also felt my cheeks beginning to burn with a mixture of arousal and shame.

Get a grip, Lena! Get a grip. You mustn’t… mustn’t think about this… you mustn’t look at this… at this cock… It’s wrong, you know that… Turn away, look the other way… If you keep going, you’ll… you’ll definitely lose control of your body… And you still have so much work ahead of you… And I don’t have a spare pair of panties with me to change into if these get too wet from my juices…

“Oh, sorry, Elena, I didn’t think that… I don’t know what to say, it happened so… so fast…”

“George…”

“As I said, Emma and I have barely had sex lately, and I… I think I’ve grown very hungry for it, and now… Sorry, I’m so… so ashamed… Before, my wife and I had a very active sex life, and it was always enough for me; I never felt unsatisfied, and now… now it’s very hard for me to restrain myself, especially at the sight of… No, I’d better not go on… It’s just that your hands are so tender, you touched me so… I simply lost control and couldn’t resist. Forgive me, Elena.”

“George, it’s… it’s all right. I understand that… that a reaction like that can… can occur, and that it’s normal for healthy men, for men like you… I just… This happens often, but I’ve never seen a cock become this big when aroused…”

Damn it, what did I just say? I shouldn’t have…

“Thank you, Elena… It’s nice that you think it’s big.”

“I… I didn’t mean that… I meant to say that it’s very… very healthy… I mean that it isn’t sick, that’s… Um… I… I’ll step out for a couple of minutes, speak… speak with a colleague at the pharmacy, all right? You can get dressed when your big friend calms down a little.”

“All right, Elena, I… I understand.”

Big friend? What am I even saying? Why did I say that? Damn it, Lena, you simply… you mustn’t let thoughts like that into your head, especially at work. You’re a married woman, a respectable woman with two children… You mustn’t think about such things…

Leaving the office, I headed for the restroom to splash cold water on my face and collect myself after what had happened. I felt a strong heat and a strong arousal through my whole body, and I needed somehow to calm myself so that I… so that I would not go on saying all sorts of nonsense and absurdities.

When I returned five minutes later, George was already dressed and sitting in the chair beside my desk.

“So, George, I… I think you’re more or less all right. About the lungs I already told you: you can have an X-ray taken so it’s clear for certain that they’re fine. As for… as for your second problem, I… I think frequent masturbation may help you.”

“I very rarely manage to come from masturbation, Elena. When… when I do it and I can’t come, then… then everything starts to hurt even more than before.”

“Um… Yes, I… Perhaps you should try something new… I don’t know, I… Ask your wife to do it for you. Maybe she’ll see your situation and understand that you’re in pain. Or, as I already said, you can send her to me, or you can come together and we’ll discuss everything. All right?”

“Yes, Elena, I… I’ll tell her.”

“At the pharmacy you can pick up some medication. I’ve already told Diana what might help you. I think after taking it you’ll feel a little better.”

“Thank you, Elena. I didn’t think that… that anyone here would help me, but it seems I still have a chance of getting rid of all this.”

“Everything will be fine, George, you’ll see. I’m sure things will work out for you.”

“Thank you again, Elena. I… I was very lucky to come here today. You’ve helped me a great deal.”

George headed for the door. When he left the office I did not hurry to call the next patient, because I still needed to put my thoughts in final order.

This… this is the first time a patient’s cock has caused such a reaction in me. Although it isn’t surprising, because… because it was the most enormous cock I have ever seen in my life. It was simply incredible in size… How… how does he even live with that, it must be… it must be hard… With a thing like that between his legs… Although I envy his wife a little, the one who can… I wonder what it’s like when a cock like that goes inside? Although George does say Emma complains during sex. Maybe that’s exactly because a size like that is very painful to take inside? Although everyone is different; maybe what seems painful to her, and what causes her discomfort, for me… I think it would be pleasant to feel a cock that enormous pushing inside…

I sat down in my chair and… I don’t know how it happened or why I started doing it, but, spreading my legs a little, I reached with my fingers toward my pussy, hiking up the already short skirt.

Damn it, I… I’m a married woman, I’m the mother of one child and the adoptive mother of another, I… I mustn’t think about such things or do this, but… but I’m so… so aroused… I can’t stop remembering his cock, can’t stop thinking about how big it is, how huge, thick, long… I can’t…

“Mmmmmmm…”

That big black cock… it was so enormous… And I… I touched it, I touched it, held it in my hand…

“Mmmmm… Uuuuh!…” I moaned softly, feeling my arousal growing stronger and stronger. “Mmmmm… Damn it, Lena, what are you doing… Mmmmm… What are you doing, Lena, you’re… you’re at work… What if… if someone comes in… Mmm… I didn’t even lock the door, I didn’t lock… Mmm…”

I began to caress myself with my fingers, first doing it through my panties, then slipping under them and touching my aroused, wet pussy. And it had only been a day since I had brought myself to orgasm, only a day since I had touched myself in the bathtub and come, and today…

“Ooh, George… You… you… Mmmmm… What have you done to me?… Oooh! Why… why is your cock… why is your cock so big, so enormous?… Mmmmmm… Why is it so enormous, George? Mmmm… Aaah!… It… Your cock… it got so hard from my touch… I… Mmmmmmmm… I only touched it and your balls, and you… it immediately became so hard and big… Mmmmm… Aaah!… You must, like me, have too little sex in your life, and you don’t have enough, like me, of being touched… You want someone else to touch you, so that… so that it wouldn’t be like this… Mmmmm… Aaah!…”

The longer I caressed myself, the more I lost my mind, the dirtier my thoughts became. After a minute I was already fantasizing about myself and George… I’m ashamed to write this, but having begun simply by imagining what had happened a few minutes earlier — remembering how I had touched his cock, how I had been astonished at how big it had become — I very soon began to go on… to imagine what could have happened after that if I had allowed it.

You would have wanted… you would have wanted to put your cock in my mouth, George… I know you would have wanted that, you would have wanted to feel how I… how my lips closed around your cock, how it pushed into my mouth… I saw… I saw that desire in your eyes when you looked at me, I saw it…

“Mmmmmm… Aaaaaah!…”

And then… then you would have laid me on this desk… I would have resisted, I would have asked you not to do this to me, but you… you wouldn’t have let me get away, you would have held me tightly with your hands while at the same time hiking up my skirt… you would have moved very fast, sharply, leaving me no chance… And when you were done with the skirt, you…

“Aaaah!… George… George, you would… you would… Aah!”

The last thing I pictured was my neighbor’s black cock entering my pussy. An enormous black cock slowly sinking into me, driving me out of my mind, making me cry out loudly and arch with pleasure. I pictured my neighbor fucking me on my desk, pushing into me the full length of his enormous cock, reaching the very end of my vagina, filling me from the inside completely, entirely. I pictured it, and I…

From the rush of emotion and sensation I cried out loudly and began to come hard. It seemed to me that I even lost touch with reality for a time — that I lost consciousness from such a powerful orgasm.