It was three days before Christmas. Aaron dropped Chloe off at Claire's. The young college student said she wasn't busy and could take care of Chloe for as long as he wanted. Lucky. Depending on how his oral appointment went, there was a chance it would use up his entire afternoon.
The previous night, Doctor Leslie Thompkins called his phone to arrange an appointment. Her explanation had been satisfactory, curt, and professional, but he could hear the discord in her voice. The intentions behind her doctor-coated words.
"...given the nature of the incident and the potential long-term effects, it's essential for us to closely monitor your health and ensure your continued well-being."
A smile wound up on his face. "Is there a specific reason for this check-up though?"
"Absolutely, Mr. Reigner." Too much enthusiasm. Dr. Thompkins cleared her throat and started again. "While you may be feeling better on the surface, Poison Ivy's chemical attack could have potentially introduced and intermingled into your system. There is the possibility of delayed or hidden effects. Our goal is to assess your overall health, check for any underlying conditions, and address any potential concerns that may arise."
"I see. So, this check-up is to catch any hidden effects that may have developed over time?" A smirk. "Does that include a FULL physical examination?"
A breath came through the phone. "Precisely. A full, oral examination." Unbridled intoxication rolled off her tongue. "Sometimes, the effects of such attacks can manifest slowly or have delayed consequences. By conducting regular check-ups, we can detect any changes early on and intervene if necessary, ensuring your continued recovery and minimizing any potential long-term complications."
"Thank you for explaining it to me, Doctor. I appreciate your thoroughness and concern for my well-being. I'll see you tomorrow."
That was the conversation last night on the phone. The underlying message wasn't lost on him.
Which was why on the day of the appointment Dr. Leslie Thompkins was sucking on his dick in West Mercy Hospital. In a room that was intended for the sick and injured, she was instead using to gawk on his big fat cock.
When he had pulled his pants, when his flaccid cock flopped out, she put her clipboard to the side, licked her lips, and lowered herself. Her gloved gently traced the small veins on its soft state, breathing huskily and darting between his handsome face and his cock.
"Good god. It's so long…and soft…" Dr. Thompkins whimpered and tucked a piece of hair over her ear. Shoulder-length and brown, framing her thick lipstick, foundation, and blush, she exhaled like an eager whore. Her expression tilted upwards towards him, then she planted a kiss on his shaft. Her bright red lipstick was imprinted.
"You made me rediscover how to be a slut again." A shiver as his dick twitched. "It's…like…if only I met you thirty years earlier. I would have ridden you all day, all night. God…"
Her gloved hands scooped up his ballsack–or failed to. They were large and round, practically like oranges, and caused her to sharply draw in a breath. "Just how much cum are in these things?"
"Care to find out?" Aaron asked.
Through her glasses, she winked up at him. "Well, I'll have to adjust our oral examination a little…"
"I don't mind," he replied cheekily. "You need to check my sperm anyway, don't you?"
"Mm. I suppose I do…"
With both hands, she heaved his schlong upwards and her tongue slithered out to lick from base to head. It was a long, egregious process. It was wet, soft, and fucking riveting. Her tongue dashed side-to-side, creating a zig-zag pattern of saliva on the bottom side of his shaft.
"Mmm!" Aaron bit down a groan. His cock started to stir. Within the grip of her hands, he pulsated and grew. From her perspective, it was a breathtaking sight. It was like watching a zucchini turn overcome and become a marrow. A veiny, pre-cum leaking marrow that was light beige and stunning. Warm and hot like a flagpole left in the summer heat.
"Feeling your dick get hard in my hand is so hot…!"
Fuck, that was what it was. A flagpole of masculinity. A supreme pillar that she would never encounter again. Already, in her decades of experience, she had never seen anything like this. Dr. Thompkins figured she likely never would.
Her lips trembled. Fully erect, displayed without social or physical restraints, it went past her head. Her gloves tentatively gripped the base. Together, they could touch but on their own…
"So thick…" Another whimper, another jump into submission. Then, a broad smile. "This is exactly what I've been searching for all my life."
Her tongue did its work again, except with twice the effort and speed. He could the tongue flat against the bottom of his shaft. She went further and further back, knees shuffling, until she reached his tip. Her tongue swirled wildly, going in sharp circles. First around his cum hole, forcing quiet little moans out of them. Then further and larger circles, his glans. Finally, the ridge, which forced her to press her nose so, so close to his cock.
"How's the examination?" he asked knowingly.
"Very long. Perfectly long." Her little mouth attempted to swallow the girthy head whole. The doctor failed, her lips stretched too thin. "...perhaps too thick?"
"I see you've lost your touch. When's the last time you sucked a dick?" Aaron asked, a hand on his hip, chuckling. She kissed the tip of his cock before answering.
"Five years ago. It was with a patient, such as yourself. He was…satisfactory."
"Five years and all you've had to think about is dissatisfaction?" Aaron shook his head and clicked his tongue. He was playing a character, of course, one that fed into the doctor's fantasies. He could see it in her brown eyes–she wanted that dick and she wanted it to fuck her harder than ever before. "That's not good. Alright, Doctor. Bend over. You probably can't deepthroat so I might as well fuck you. No use delaying five years to six."
Acting as if his cock was a hand, she picked herself up, laid herself across the hospital bed, and jutted her ass out. She wore a white doctor's coat, a tight knee-length skirt, and dark stockings. Bent over with her skirt rolled up, she ripped the stockings wide open. Her MILF cunt exposed to the hospital air, she shivered.
"Specially made for you," Dr. Thompkins said, peering over her shoulder. Her sharp nails widened the hole. His cock slapped on top over her ass and nearly prodded her back. The arch of her figure was impressive but limited by her age. Feeling the heat, she moaned. "M-mm! Consider this the next part of the exam–"
"From oral to written? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Look at you. A legendary doctor of Gotham City, bending over like some cheap whore." With a hand, he slapped down on her again. "You're fifty-six. You have a daughter. What would she think?"
"I have nymphomania," Dr. Thompkins explained, already panting from anticipation. "H-hypersexuality. It's a condition. I can't control it."
She couldn't control her libido? Interesting, although in his opinion you might as well apply that condition to every woman in his life.
"A condition, eh? Then I guess I have to cure it."
His cockhead fiddled with her entrance. The woman's folds were drizzling and she couldn't wait. "How long have you been waiting?" he asked.
"W-weeks," she responded needily. "I've been fingering myself to the memory of your cock for weeks–"
Her voice died and her breath hitched. Before she could finish, Aaron had inserted a single inch of his length. A measly inch. To Dr. Thompkins, however, it was the first time she had been penetrated in years. She was starving. Her cunt felt absolutely stretched.
Slap! His palm spanked her left ass cheek and the older woman moaned. Aaron smirked. "Wow, they've still got quite the bounce, huh?" Her ass cheeks, though half contained by her dark brown stockings, jiggled at the sudden strike. "I guess I can put in a little effort."
A grunt and a thrust later and Dr. Thompkins' broke. Her knees buckled as she whimpered at the warm sensation of his inserting cock. "Oh god! Oh god! It's so deep inside me! I love it! I love it! It's just how I wanted it!"
"Already? With all that flirting, I thought you'd last longer!"
"I-I can't!" Dr. Thompkins stammered, her walls parting like a dark tunnel given light. Her glasses slid off her nose and clattered onto the bed. "Give this old lady a break! Your young cock is just too gooood~!"
He rocked his hips back and forth, his pace like a snail. He limited himself to eight inches because he didn't think she could handle anymore. Judging by the way her face was planted on the bed, cheek rubbing it sensually, his reservation was correct. She couldn't handle all that cock.
"Oooh! Oh! Oh~♡! Oh~♡!! Oooh~! Ah! Mm! Mph! Mwah!" Orgasm after orgasm chained her down. It was like getting locked down by straps, except said straps were stimulating her mind and pussy walls. She was stretched. She was losing her vision.
Her pussy was much tighter than he expected though. It clamped down on him with the enthusiasm of a twenty-year old. Impressive, he thought. He blessed her with another inch. Her cunt squeezed him tightly as she climaxed. Her juices slicked down her stockings.
"G-god! You're fucking my G-spot! My G-spot! No one's ever managed to–" He told the doctor's breath away with a hard thrust, tapping into her womb with another inch. Now in the double digits, she couldn't hold it. "It's so much better than I imagiiineeed~!"
What a shameless doctor. Screaming in a public hospital? If this had been her former clinic, the one her daughter now ran, every single patient would have heard from kingdom come.
"You feel so good! I've never—mmmph! So good! It's amazing! It's the best feeling in the world! I've NEVER had a cock like this! Never! Never!" An orgasm shook her systems. Her slobber started to leak onto the bed. The high of sex was turning the sharp doctor's eye into that of a Gotham whore. "NEVER!"
His thrusts were languid. A hand on her skirt, he chuckled. This was so easy. Too easy. It was like watching a woman break in real time. Every time he thrusted, every time he raised her to completion, her breathing accelerated and her body permeated an odour of some kind. She was growing sweaty and hot. She wasn't able to maintain that cougar facade of hers.
Dr. Thompkins howled. She screamed. She cried out his name. "Aaron! Aaron! Aaron~! I love it~♡! I love your cock so much! All those inches–it's worth it! It's so worth it!"
God, she was great at spurring him on. His pace increased. He stretched her out as he aimed for different angles. She could feel her insides stir. The doctor could feel him rearrange her guts in the best way possible.
Tears started streaming down her face. The overstimulation…it was just she wanted her life. Not the mundane sex of cruel reality but the raw fucking in her dreams. She wanted something that was medically impossible. She wanted to get raw dogged to the point that her legs shook. She wanted that wondrous college sex that the world yammered on about.
This was it.
"Your cock is stretching me out! It's so–ooh~!" She clawed for the other end of the bed, holding onto it for dear life. The immense amount of make-up she had on started to mix in with her tears. "I think I'm gonna cry, it feels so good!"
No, this was better than those dreams or rumours.
"Is this too thick for you now?" Aaron asked.
"N-no! It's just right! Just right! Oooh~!"
Deeper, deeper, deeper. His cock plunged in and out of her with dexterity on the cusp of superhuman. Enough to over stimulate her but also to make her feel every last inch. His hands held her down, forcing her to keep bending over for him. This wasn't over, not by a long shot.
"I'm going to keep fucking you until all your cunt remembers is my cock. Got it? You're gonna remember for the rest of your life."
"I-I…" Dr. Thompkins gasped for air, for pleasure. "I love it when you hold me down~!"
His cock throbbed. "God, you're such a horny little minx." Her cunt tensed and stretched around him. Looks like treating her like a young woman turned her on. He could hear the drips of her essence falling to the floor. His cock pulsed inside her, his balls convulsing in response. He couldn't hold on for much longer. This MILF pussy was too good to not blow a load inside. "I'm going to cum in you, do hear me, doctor?"
"C-cum in me! Creampie me! I can't get pregnant! It's okay! Just creampie meee~!"
Right, right, she already went through menopause, the last period of her life. Aaron could safely creampie her without worry. That was comforting.
So that was what he did.
He blasted her insides with his gooey white cum. Pussy walls were stained white and her womb was meaninglessly filled. Top to bottom, he packed her chock full with his virile sperm. If she had been ten years younger, all this sperm would have infused with her ovaries to the brim. There was no telling what would have happened. Twins, triplets, quadruplets…
The jets of seed fuelled her lifeline. Dr. Thompkins felt like she had just received fifty more years to her lifespan–or perhaps she had used thirty years in order to contain the contents of his nutsack.
As Aaron pulled out, his cum gushed out of her. It was like watching the sunset. The completion of a long-forgotten task–of a dream for a woman who had long since forgotten to dream. Here she was, bent over, creampied, and heaving. Her head was on its side and her eyes twinkled with gratitude. Her glasses gone and her cunt splurging with his cum, it was like seeing a whole new woman.
"Y-your sperm…" A hiccup interrupted her as a post-creampie orgasm overtook her. Cum spilled and splattered in her womb and her labia. "Your sperm is…perfect. Y-you passed the examination with flying colours. Mmm…"
Aaron sent her a curt smile. For as long as she lived, she would NEVER forget this. In her memories and in her cunt, he would remain an everlasting presence. His cock wound up on the topside of her skirt again, aching for more.