Doctor Blumfield’s Breeding Slave (Medical BDSM & Breeding Erotica) Read online

  “Not like what, Alex? Not like who?” His voice sounded like a blanket being pulled up to my chin. Warmth spread out of me and up, making my nipples prickle harder still than they had before. His fingers slid deeper and his thumb came to rest just beside my aching clit. Oh how I wanted him to grind that palm against me, drive it in over and over. He curled his long fingers inside me, dragging them along my front wall, every time hitting that one place and making my toes curl up in the stirrups.

  “Not like,” I swallowed, and took a long, deep breath, “Not like you.”

  As those words escaped my lips, Dr. Blumfield pushed a third finger inside my pussy to join the other two and ran his thumb hard over my button. “Not like me? What about him is not like me?” Pushing his fingers deeper, grinding my clit back and forth underneath the pad of his thumb, the doctor put a little pressure on my asshole with the tip of his last finger. The instant before it slipped past my ring, I felt an intense, wonderful yearning.

  “Pl-please push it deeper, Doctor Blumfield,” I begged, “I’ve never felt anything like this before. Please.”

  He pulled away. “Not until you answer me. You answer and I’ll do what you ask. Now tell me, what is it about me that you wish Walter had?”

  “He’s – Walter, he’s kind and gentle and decent most of the time. But, he just,” I paused and took a breath. Dr. Blumfield put just a tiny bit of pressure on my aching little nib. Then he stopped and stared. “Well, he’s tired all the time. He never treats me like I need to be treated.”

  “And how is that?”

  “Like... well, this probably sounds stupid, but like I’m worth something. Like I’m sexy. He just doesn’t try at all anymore. He never goes down on me; he never puts his fingers in me and does things like you’re doing. And he would never, ever put his fingers, er, there.”

  “Where? Say it.”

  “I try to make him want me, but he just won’t do it. He just won’t put his fingers in... well, in my ass. It feels so good when you do it. So, so good.”

  He leaned close and the hard paper covering his mouth and nose brushed against the inside of my legs, near where they came together. Near where his fingers teased me so badly. I felt the barest hint of his breath on my pussy, making a shiver crawl up my belly.

  I wanted him to cram those fingers in me so bad that if he asked me to sell out my mother, I probably would have. But there was more to it than just me wanting to cum. For some reason, saying these things about Walter actually did make me feel better about myself. Still, somewhere in the back of my mind, the idea that I owed Dr. Blumfield something was a little strange.

  As he pushed his fingers back, deep, inside me, I heard his breathing begin to get harder and heavier behind that mask.

  “Next time, Alex, I’ll have a few more surprises for you. And a few favors that I need from you as well. But that’s later. However, before I complete your treatment, I’ll need you to sign a release.”

  What on earth are you doing, Alex? Stop him. Stop him right now. This is the craziest thing you’ve ever done, and you know it.

  My brain had a good grasp on the situation. I should have followed what it said, what I knew. But, in that moment, I was stuck. No one ever made me feel as cherished and as needed as the doctor. And, how he kept talking about how he needed me and all that. I just could not help myself, no matter what my better judgment told me.

  “A release? Y-yes, of course, doctor.”

  “That was actually a bad doctor joke. We make you sign... Nevermind.” He cleared his throat. “It doesn’t matter. I know you’ll be back. The way I’m making you feel right now – you don’t want me to stop, do you, Alex? You’ll be back for more, won’t you? You’ll be back whenever, wherever I tell you, won’t you? Whatever I want to do with you, you’re going to let me do, aren’t you?”

  I had chills running down my spine. Anticipation, eagerness, and the wetness between my legs from his fingers – God I wanted him so bad. Just when I started to think that the doctor was going to relieve years of pent-up tension with those magical fingers, he pushed away from the table, and away from me.

  He drew his fingers under his nose. I felt a little tingle between my legs. No one had ever seemed to crave me like this. No one had needed me as much as I needed him.

  “So sweet, Alex,” he said in a deep baritone, “that little pussy of yours is smells so sweet, so wonderful.”

  He turned and pushed a button on the inter-com. “Ah, I’ll be occupied for a bit. Alexandra Rogers requires special attention. Apologize to my other patients and assure them that I’ll get to them as soon as possible.”

  “Is it an emergency? Do we need to call one of the other doctors for assistance?” The little speaker crackled.

  “Emergency, yes. Other doctors?” He paused and looked back at me, “no, not at this time, no. Thank you, that’ll be all.”

  “Yes, sir. Got it.”

  “Now,” Dr. Blumfield returned his attention to me. “We have some privacy. I’ve noticed during the first part of our treatment that you seemed to loosen up a little. Are you beginning to feel better?”

  He circled the table as I nodded.

  “Put your arms here.” He swung two armrests out from under the table, just like in my bizarre fantasy from earlier. Already wet from his hands, my pussy began to absolutely quiver when I realized what was happening. If only Walter took me seriously, tied me up and fucked my brains out, I’d...

  “Arms, Alex,” his eyes crinkled in a smile, “I know you’re excited, but safety first.”

  He took my wrist in his hand and ran a line down my forearm with his fingertips. Warmth from his hands permeated the thin latex between us as the rubber made little popping noises every time it hung on my skin. When he put my arm, covered in goose prickles, on the armrest, I expected another belt.

  “Sorry, but we have to just make do with what we can, here. I think it’ll be satisfactory, though.” His voice took on that slightly menacing tone again, which somehow excited me even more than his normal, even-tempered, stoic voice.

  I heard two smart pop sounds, and craned my neck to see that Dr. Blumfield produced two lengths of rubber hose, the sort that a phlebotomist uses on your arm for lab work. He caressed my wrist again with the two fingers he had pulled from my pussy and sniffed. Only the vaguest glisten of my juice remained, but just knowing where they had been made me suck in a sharp breath.

  He stretched the first hose out, wrapped it around his fist and squeezed hard. When I first felt Dr. Blumfield wrap the powdered rubber around my wrist, I almost screamed – just like his burning eyes and calm insistence, the restraint made me feel vaguely uncomfortable, but the discomfort actually excited me. My thoughts turned momentarily to Walter, no doubt sitting in the car outside, listening to his talk radio, and probably checking his watch every thirty seconds. Maybe quietly cursing me under his breath. Maybe not so quietly cursing me.

  I didn’t care.

  I really didn’t. Of all the things the doctor had done, the face that I could honestly say to myself that Walter was not, at present, controlling my thoughts - that felt best of all.

  When I tried to move my hand to scratch my nose, the pinching and tugging on the tiny hairs on my wrist were intense. In fact, the whole experience was intense – by turns terrifying, confusing, and horny as all fuck, my thoughts got a little bit cloudy, almost like some kind of grogginess inducing drug had been injected in my veins.

  What it really was, I realized a few moments later, was that I had been intoxicated by attention. As strange as that might sound, I think Walter had ignored me for so long that I forgot what it was like for someone to actually enjoy my body. And, oh my God did Dr. Blumfield ever enjoy me.

  He bound my other arm just as tight then took another lap around me, touching, feeling, and caressing every part of my naked body. Just like the hoses on my arms, his gloves hitched and pulled on the tiny hairs covering my arms, legs and belly. Every single time, without fail, the littl
e tugs made me pull quick breaths into my lungs.

  A trail of warmth followed his fingertips down my neck, between my breasts and over my navel. Surges of pleasure starting between my legs radiated outward, spilling over my thighs, just like I felt when he was grinding those fingers inside my cunt.

  “You’re doing it again, Alex,” he said, “You’re arching your back. It’s almost like you want something from me. Almost like you want me to stick my fingers back inside you, or maybe you want me to play with your asshole again. Which is it, Alex? Or, do you want something else?”

  I lifted my head and looked between my knees at Dr. Blumfield, now shirtless. The dark dusting of hair trailing down his chest drew a line down to his belt. The muscles of his chest surprised me, even though I noted how tight his shirt fit earlier, and his rippling abs only partially obscured by that wonderful hair, were completely unlike anything Walter ever had.

  As he stalked around the table again, Dr. Blumfield unbuckled his belt and wrenched it out of his pants with a dramatic thwip!

  “We can’t have you looking around, either. Here, this should help.”

  I knew what was coming before he did it, but nonetheless, the feeling of my head being reclined against the table’s headrest, the hint of pussy juice clinging to his fingers, and the belt going around my throat were almost too much. The doctor bound my neck in such a way that I could not move my head at all to look around, but breathing was easy. I was a little afraid that as soon as he touched me again, I’d just explode all over the place. After so long, so much frustration, I knew it wouldn’t take very much to send me over the edge, but I hoped that I could last at least long enough for him to get his cock part of the way in me.

  Cock? What are you thinking Alex? His cock inside you? This is insane!

  And it was. But, again, I was so far past caring that nothing was stopping me, and I sure as Hell wasn’t stopping the doctor. Even if I wanted to, which I didn’t, I was helplessly tied down. Tight leather belt, those ancient restraints on my ankles, and the hoses on my wrists.

  No moving, I was at his mercy, totally and completely.

  It was all I ever wanted.

  He caressed my face once more with his latex-clad fingertips and then took a step back. I heard rumpling, zipping, and then shoes hitting the floor behind me before he bent over my helpless body.

  Finally, he had taken off that mask. A hair-thin crease ran along his cheeks where the mask’s rubber band sat, and there were tiny red marks on either side of his nose. And those eyes – oh my God those eyes – burned with a dark fire so intense that I was almost afraid of what he was about to do. Almost afraid.

  When he touched me next, he slid his hands down my arms and to my hips, then back up my belly and on either side of my tits. I’ve had my breasts fondled plenty of times by Walter – in fact, that’s about what our foreplay devolved to lately – but nothing had ever compared to what Dr. Blumfield did. Those tacky, tugging gloves made my round, pink nipples stiffen up all over again as he traced lazy circles around my areolas with his thumbs. By the time the pads of his thumbs got almost to my peaks, he had moved his body closer as well, and the tip of his cock was less than an inch from my cheek.

  He was long, thick and only half-hard at best. I could only see about half of it, but noticed that thing was twice as big as Walter’s already. Imagining him, fully hard and ramming my pussy full of that huge cock, I felt another little trickle of juice run out of my snatch and disappear into my asshole. God I wanted it – wanted him.

  Dr. Blumfield’s thumbs broke my little fantasy with a pinch on either nipple that, at first, hurt. As he twisted and gently tugged, the preceding flash of agony quickly subsided and turned to warm, wet pleasure.

  He squeezed, hard, with the rest of his fingers. That, too, hurt at first, but soon I wanted him to do it again and again. “Please! Please pinch me harder, doctor!” I said, but he shushed me.

  “No, no, Alex. Doctor knows best. No talking now. But, I would very much like it if you helped me get ready to treat you.”

  Next thing I knew, I felt the heavy warmth of his prick against my face. All I could see if I turned my head as much as possible was the line of hair from his chest ending above a tree-trunk of a cock. The smell of him – of his musk, his balls, and his hair – lit some kind of fire in my belly. My nipples got, again, harder. The tiny gusts of wind coming across the room from the air conditioner vent were enough to make my flesh pebble. As he stroked his dickhead across one cheek, then my lips, all I could think about was how much I wanted to suck him. How much I wanted to swallow a big, thick load and how much I needed that tool in my cunt.

  Then I had another thought. I’m ovulating. If he puts it in me...

  Something about the idea that this beautiful man’s seed could fill me up and... I had to stop thinking about that. Fucking him was crazy enough. Way past crazy enough. Wanting him to come in me, pump me full of jizz, right then? Way, way past crazy enough.

  But, still. I just couldn’t shake the thought. Why not? Walter can’t give me a baby. He ‘tried’ for years. Maybe...

  Luckily, the doctor pulled me out of that rabbit hole by shoving his cock in my mouth.

  Instinctively, I explored the Dr. Blumfield’s ample cock head with my tongue. Following each line, curve and crevice, was the most teasing appetizer imaginable.

  “Mmm... Just like that, Alex, yes,” he groaned, “God you’re good at this.”

  He ran a thumb down my neck and then resumed his lusty, deliciously rough tit handling. Thumbs circled my nipples for a moment, and then he just grabbed handfuls, pinching my pebbled flesh between his fingers, gripping my sensitive, aching breasts and crushing them between his palms. He took his thumbs and slipped them against his shaft inside my mouth. Once wet, he put them back on my nipples, turning and pulling. A half-second later, I realized that my entire torso was covered in a prickly-hot, red sex rash.

  “Oh, you like this, don’t you? Don’t you wish Walter would do this for you?”

  I nodded as best I could, which wasn’t much, and murmured a “mhm” around Dr. Blumfield’s cock as it pumped between my lips.

  Harder he pushed in and out of my mouth. Only a couple of inches were crammed inside, but he was already almost to the entrance of my throat. There’s another thing I always wanted Walter to do – cram his dick all the way down me, all the way until his balls sat on my face and I could swallow every inch of him. The only difference is that the man who was actually giving me the treat I had longed for was so much bigger than Walter that I didn’t know if I was going to be able to manage.

  Something told me that I’d find a way.

  His hands barely grazed my skin on the way down my body to where they came to rest between my legs. The biting, rasping gloves tugged me, made the flesh under my public hair smart and tingle as each stubbly hair was tugged under the rubber gloves.

  He pushed his cock deeper inside my mouth until finally his tip pushed fully against my throat. The further down me he went the bigger and harder he felt. I wanted those balls on my face. I wanted his prick jammed down my throat, choking me, making me gag. I decided to do whatever it took to get both things exactly where I wanted them. Dr. Blumfield already felt good, just where he was, with one hand motionless on my sex, and the other moving back and forth between my tits.

  Very gently, I touched my teeth on either side of his dick. Flicking my tongue up and down that tiny place on the underside of his cock got him to shiver. Up and down, up and down. The more I licked, the harder his hips pistoned back and forth and the more his fingers stroked against my folds. Finally, when I heard a soft little groan escape his lips, I bit down harder. After I had been working on him for only a few seconds and at the exact same time as a little trickle of pre-cum dribbled out of Dr. Blumfield and down my throat, he crammed two fingers straight inside my cunt. I was so wet, so achingly wet, that they just slid right on in – no resistance at all. He curled them inside me, tickling that little pl
ace on my front walls, and made me squirm.

  I strained against all of my bonds. Tugged on the belts at my ankles, and tried to thrash my way out of the restraints on my wrists. I wanted to grab him, suck him, push him backwards, and climb on top of him and make him fuck me first in the pussy, then in the asshole. I was hungry. I wanted this more anything. But, the harder I struggled, the tighter the bonds became. One of the hoses bit so deep into my wrist that I wrenched myself to relieve the twisting skin. It hurt so, so bad, that rubber biting into my flesh, but at the same time, I never wanted it to stop.

  Dr. Blumfield squeezed another finger inside my snatch and ground his palm against my clit so hard that I had to stifle a little scream. Three fingers stuffing me, another one teasing my pucker, and the heel of his hand grinding away made the flush across my chest burn hotter as the doctor pushed his cock harder against my throat.

  “Relax,” he said in a whispering, breathy voice. “Just relax. I know you want more. I can tell you’re hungry for it – for me.” He took the grasping hand away from my breast and ran two fingers up and down my neck. “Relax, Alex. It will only hurt for a moment. Just imagine the feeling of having me jammed in both ends of you. Just like this.”

  I opened my jaws as wide as I could manage and did my best to relax my bound throat. Just once I managed to convince Walter to let me try and swallow him. I got it just inside, and started to gag. Walter, being Walter, got irritated, pulled away.

  The doctor pushed in again, harder and deeper. I felt my throat ease open as I relaxed, just like he told me to do. And, just like he said, the stretching – the fullness everywhere he moved inside me – was incredible.

  A hot wave sloshed up my immobile body, and again I struggled against my bonds. I knew I wasn’t going to get away, but I wanted to feel everything. I wanted to feel the rubber, the leather, all the prickles and tugging and stretching, all at the same time.