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Doctor Guitterrez TG adult fiction by talltglover. If you are offended by men or women having sex with transgenders or hermaphrodites, or live in an area where such activity is illegal, or are too young to be reading adult erotica, please do not continue. ====================================================================== "Doctor's office," said the female phone attendant "Yes, Hello. Doctor Overberg suggested I set up an appointment with Doctor Baxter at his first convenience," I said. "Your name?" "Fred Peterson" "Have you been a patient of Doctor Baxter before?" "No." "Your age?" "24" "I'm sorry if the next question is embarassing, but I have to ask it. Are you calling due to a general colon health issue, or do you have a chronic condition, like spastic colon?" the woman asked. "Doctor Overberg has been treating me for spastic colon, and it hasn't been successful. He suggested I see Doctor Baxter for it," I replied, a bit embarassed. "Please hold a moment," she said "Sorry for the delay, but I needed to check the schedule. Doctor Baxter isn't back until next week. But Doctor Guitterrez can see you this evening at 7pm," she said "That's fine." "Please bring your insurance card, any co-pay, and plan to spend up to 2 hours here for the initial examination." "2 hours?" I asked. "That's if she needs to do a colonoscopy. Do you have someone to drive you home?" she asked. "No, I live alone. Do I need someone?" I asked. "Generally no, but I'm required to ask," the woman said. "Ok, I'll see you at 7pm," I said. "That's 7pm tonight Mr Peterson. Do you need directions?" she asked. "No, I can find it," I replied. "Ok, we'll see you tonight," she said. "Thank you. Bye," I said and hung up. ********** At the doctor's office ************ "Hello, is anyone here?" I asked as I walked into an empty waiting room, with an empty window where the receptionist might have sat. "Yes, I'll be out in a moment," I heard from the back. A moment later, a tall brunette came out in a white lab coat. "A Guitterrez" was embroidered over her heart. "Hello, I'm Doctor Guitterrez. Cindy, the receptionist, had an emergency and had to leave briefly. You can fill out her paperwork when you leave. Shall we get started?" she asked, extending her hand to shake mine. I was a bit taken aback. No one told me that Doctor Guitterrez was a woman, let alone a pretty one. I shook her hand. Her grip was firm, and her fingers quite long. Her fingernails were short, as expected, but had red polish, which was unexpected. The polish matched her lipstick. "Nice to meet you," I said as she turned and led me to an examination room. "Before you get undressed, I do need some background on your condition. You said you had been treated for spastic colon when you called earlier. Is that your issue today?" "Yes, Doctor Overberg had me use a topical ointment, but it didn't seem to help. He also gave me some medication (handing over the bottle), but that didn't seem to work either," I explained. "Did you have a lower GI scope?" she asked. "No," I replied. "So he did a digital examination?" she asked. "Digital?" I asked. "With his finger," she said. "Yes, he did that," I replied. "When was that?" she asked. "Last week," I said. "Any other colon, stomach, or digestive issues now?" she asked. "No," I replied. "How about in the past?" she asked. "Not that I remember, beyond some indigestion and heart burn" I said. "Any other health issues? she asked. "No," I said. "Have you had an HIV test recently?" she asked. "No," I said. "Would you consider yourself heterosexual, homosexual, or bisexual?" she asked. "Heterosexual, exclusively heterosexual," I said. "Are you in a relationship now?" she asked, as she pulled out a box from under the counter. "No, not for some time," I said. "I need to screen you for HIV before we continue. While the spastic colon wouldn't be caused by HIV, if you are HIV positive I'll have to send you to a clinic for the lower GI scope I need to do. If you aren't HIV positive, I can do the scope here and now," she said, offering a plastic stick to me. "You put it in your mouth and swirl it against your cheek." I did as she said and handed it back to her. Her hands, previously bare, were now gloved. She inserted the stick into a tube. "This takes about 10 minutes. In the mean time, I'd like you to remove ALL your clothes and put on a gown. I'll be back to check the test and start the exam if the test is negative," she said, handing me a paper gown as she left * 10 minutes later * knock, knock. "Are you ready for me?" Doctor Guitterrez asked from the other side of the door. "Yes," I said, slightly shivering in the open-backed gown. She picked up the tube from the counter, removed the plastic stick, and said, "HIV negative." "That's a relief," I said. "Have you had a lot of sexual partners?" she asked, as if she was surprised at my answer. "Only a few," I said, neither boastfully nor ashamedly. "The last time someone said to me that it was a relief, he boasted that he had slept with over 50 women," Doctor Guitterrez said. "Busy guy!" I laughed. Doctor Guitterrez smiled, and then went back to her professional voice "I need to look at your colon. I know from experience that most heterosexual men have issues with other's touching down there. If you feel hugely uncomfortable, I can sedate you for the procedure. If you're only a little uncomfortable, I can give you a mild relaxent. If you've done this before, we won't need either of those," she told me. "I'm ok. I've never done one, but I'm not that uncomfortable with you, a doctor, doing things back there," I said. "Other than a doctor, has anyone, like a girlfriend, or yourself, put their fingers or anything else inside you?" she asked. "Uh...no?" I said. "I see you're confused by the question. Some men have sexual partners who like that kind of thing, and many men find it an 'experiance', so to speak," she said. "I see. Not me, though," I replied. "Would you lean over the table please?" she asked. I leaned over the table. The gown parted. I was sure she could see everything down there. "I'm going to go slowly, with my finger at first, and give you a digital exam," she said, as put on a pair of gloves and squeezed some lube from a tube onto her index finger. Stepping behind me, she parted my ass cheeks with one hand and carefully and professionally inserted her finger into my ass. I could feel her touching me inside and then she removed her finger. She replaced it with her middle finger and repeated the touching, then removed her finger and stepped back. She removed the gloves. "The colon walls feel hard, and I can definitely feel the spasming. I need to do a lower GI scope. Please stay there for a moment while I set it up," she said, stepping across the room to pull over a cart. She stepped around the table and pushed a button. The table came up to my chest. "Scoot forward a bit, and lay on the table," she said. I complied. "In front of your knees are cups. I want you to put your knees on the cups and then lean forward. I found the cups by feel and climbed on. She positioned somthing to support my calves. "I'm going to put a strap around your waist and each knee so that you don't fall off the exam table," she said, as she tightly strapped me in place. "I think you'll find it more comfortable with this" she said, placing a massage pillow in front of my face. I buried my face in the pillow. Another strap went around my back, without warning. "Mr Peterson, I'm going to insert the scope now. It's a bit smaller in diameter than my finger, so you may feel some pressure. If you feel pain, please tell me. The whole scope process will take about 5 minutes. You may feel full down there. Any air which escapes is normal, and don't feel embarrassed to pass gas," she said, reassuringly. The scope was a non-event. Except for the hum of the machine, she said nothing as she moved it around inside me. My sphinter and colon spasmed around the probe, making it difficult for her to do the procedure. When she slipped it out, I wasn't really even aware that it was gone. She wheeled the cart back. "Mr Peterson, what I saw on the scope was a normal colon. There are no lesions or abrasions. There's some fecal caking, but that's to be expected of someone with your condition. There's really only one procedure that will give you lasting relief. I need to remove the caking, and stretch your colon. I do that with a rubber implement. It takes about 10 minutes, and you'll be done," she said. "Ok," I said. She reached into a drawer and removed a box. "These are one use disposible implements," she said as she broke the seal. Stepping behind me, she put additional lube onto her fingers. I felt the box being laid on the table. "I'm going to start with my finger again. I need you to relax. The implement is larger than 2 of my fingers, so I need to dialate you a bit. The spasming you're experiencing is naturally opening your sphincter, but it would be most comfortable for you if you are very well lubricated and relaxed before we begin," she said in a calm voice. Her finger slipped in. I was relaxed. She pushed another finger in and I was no longer relaxed. "Relax," she said, slightly turning her two fingers inside me. I relaxed. She moved her fingers around, pushing lube around inside. She pulled them out and put more lube on, than put both back inside at once. No pain. She did this several times, and then added another finger. I arched my back. She stepped back. My erection must have been obvious. "Nothing to be ashamed of. Many men get an erection when their prostate is touched through their anus. I should have put your penis into a collar when we began, in case you drip urine during the process," she said as she removed her gloves and put on a new pair. I felt her hand on my cock and then a sheath going around the head. "You may feel some pressure and then a slight suction," she said, and then my cock was drawn into a tube that pulled with the force of hurricane until the tube seated at the base of my cock. "I think you're ready now," she said as she parted my ass cheeks. I felt something at the ass, and then it went inside. It was softer than her fingers, but firm. It was thicker at the start and then went thinner. "Does that feel ok?" she asked. "Yes, just a bit bigger than your fingers," I said. "Good. I'm going to be moving it around. It will remove all the caked on feces. Please tell me if you have any pain," she said. Moving it around, I felt no pain. The only time I felt the slightest twinge was when it was removed and it passed through my sphincter. "Ouch," I said. "I'm going to put the stretcher in now. This will make you feel full, and may be a tad painful initially. Please tell me if it becomes very painful," she said, introducing a much larger than her fingers, and hard, tube to my ass. She twisted and gently pressed it inside. "Are you ok?" she asked. "It feels huge," I said. "Any pain?" she said. "It's uncomfortable, but not painful," I said as she put more of it inside me. "Let's give you a moment to relax," she said, as I felt the rubber device hit the end of my colon. "Breathe slowly and deeply," she said. A minute or two later, she asked, "Are you relaxed?" "Yes," I said. She began to move it, twisting it side to side, and gently moving it in and out a quarter of an inch. "Still ok?" she asked. "Yes," I said. My cock felt like it was dripping. She continued moving and turning it. After several minutes, she began to move it in long strokes. I know my cock was dripping. "Still ok?" she asked. "Yes," I said. She changed angles and my cock erupted, my back arched (as much as it could, being restrained), and I'm not sure, but I may have moaned. She said nothing, but continued to stretch and massage my colon with the implement. After a few more minutes, she withdrew the device and put it into the box, wiped the lube from my ass and balls, and placed her fingers inside me. "I don't feel the spasming. Do you feel the spasming?" she asked. "No, it seems to have stopped," I said. "Excellent," she said as she removed her fingers, wiped my ass, and removed her gloves. She threw the box and gloves into the trash. Putting on a new pair of gloves, she turned off the suction device. My cock, still hard, fell away from the device. She then unstrapped me. "You can get up and get dressed. I'll be back in a few minutes and we can talk about what the future may hold for you." * Five minutes later * Knock, knock. "Are you decent?" Doctor Guitterrez asked from the other side of the door. "Yes, you can come in," I said. "How do you feel?" she asked. "Good. The spasming is gone," I said. "Any pain?" she asked. "No, but it feels a bit funny down there," I said. "That's probably just residue from the lube," she said. "So, am I cured?" I asked. "Perhaps. Some men have this as a one time problem. Others have it often. Some require a lot of stretch to dull the nerves, others a little. I used the smallest amount of stretch I thought I could use on you. If you experience spasms tomorrow, we'll know that you need more stretch," she replied. "Oh, so the relief is temporary?" I asked. "It might be, or might not be. Tomorrow, or the day after, you'll know. If it isn't back in 48 hours, you're cured," she said. "And if it comes back tomorrow, when should I come back in?" I asked. "The day it comes back is the day you should get treatment. The office is closed tomorrow, but I can do this at your home. My cell number is on the back of the card," she said, handing me a business card. "A doctor that makes house calls?" I joked. "A doctor that makes house calls for some patients who would greatly benefit from immediate attention," she said, matter-of-factly. "Thank you doctor," I said as she led me to the reception. "Darn, Alice isn't back. I'm afraid she'll have to call you to get your insurance information on Monday," she said, opening the door for me to leave. Back home, I expelled a pile of lube from my ass, which was slightly sore. But, no spasming. I slept for the first time in weeks without an incontinence brief (which is the adult version of a diaper). * The next morning * When I awoke, I felt great and went to work. But, by lunch, the spasming had returned, albeit lightly. By dinner, it was stronger. I decided to call Doctor Guitterrez. "Doctor Guitterrez, it's Fred Peterson. I'm afraid the spasming has returned," I said. "I'm sorry to hear that, but I half expected it. Would you like me to come over?" she asked. "If it wouldn't be too much trouble on a Friday night," I asked. I gave her my address, and changed into a robe, as she suggested. * 30 minutes later * knock, knock. "Doctor Guitterrez, thank you for coming over," I said, opening the door. Standing in the doorway was the Doctor, but not in her white lab coat. Instead, she was wearing a loose, low cut, peasant blouse that showed off her ample breasts, a short skirt, and brown boots. Obviously, she was going somewhere when I called her. "Oh, I'm sorry to have taken you away from your evening's plans," I said. "It's ok. I'm meeting friends for dinner, but not until late. I can spare some time for you," she said, stepping into the house. "I suggest we use a bathroom, if you have a good sized one." I led her to the master bath, which was the largest. "This will do," she said. Opening her bag, she handed me a condom in its wrapper. "You'll want to put this on to prevent a potential mess on the floor. It's a Trojan super size, which is what I suspect you need based upon what I saw yesterday. I'll turn around while you put it on. Once you have it on, remove your robe and bend over the sink," and then she turned around. I wasn't entirely hard, but I got the condom on, the robe off, and turned around in under a minute. I could see her in the mirror. She didn't turn around until I told her I was turned around. She reached into her bag and removed the implement box. Looking at me in the mirror, she said, "Would you like to see what the device looks like?" "Sure," I said, still bent over the sink. She pulled it out of the box and my first throught was "That's a life sized dildo!" but I said nothing. "This one is like the one I used on you yesterday, but larger in diameter. Does this scare you?" she asked. I was getting a wierd vibe, but answered, "It's a dildo. Why would you use a dildo?" "It's a medical dildo, not a sex toy. The shape isn't exactly the same as a penis. You see the head is symmetrical, not mushroom shaped. The tip is conical, but soft, so it goes in easily. The design of the device is ergonomically correct for its task. This WILL give you relief from the spasming, probably forever," she said, reassuringly. "I see," I said. She put on a pair of gloves, spread lube on them and speared my ass with her finger. She was a little less gentle than yesterday. "I feel you're spasming," she said, and then slipped in a second finger, then a third to stretch my opening. "This one is larger. You may find it a little painful, or not, but it will definitely make you feel full. If you bear down on it once it's in, it will be more effective than it you just stand here passively," she said. I closed my eyes as she held her fingers in my ass. She moved around a bit. I could feel the device bumping against my balls as she lifted it to my hole. And then, it was going in. It was BIG. But, no pain. As it travelled up my colon, I could feel the walls stretching. When it hit the end, my cock spasmed and an enormous spray of cum filled the condom. She pulled it back and pressed it in again. My cock shot again. I moaned. "Are you ok?" she asked, slightly twisting the device in my ass. "Yes" was all I could say, my entire concentration on my ass and the device in it. "I'm going to move it more vigorously than yesterday. Please tell me if you experience any pain," she said. "Ok," I replied. She fucked me with the device. And I mean FUCKED ME. I opened my eyes and looked into the mirror. The device was attached to a harness she was wearing under her skirt. She had pulled up her skirt and put the device on the harness before she inserted it into me. Cum occasionally shot into my condom. I watched her boobs bounce in the blouse. She was not holding back. Does she hate me, love me, or is this some kind of perverse treatment? After 10 minutes of wild fucking, she stopped. She wasn't out of breath, but I was. She removed the device from my ass and stepped back. I laid across the sink, trying to recover. The device landed in its box, which was sitting next to me. It was darker than it's original light brown color. I could see some blood on it. The Doctor had four of her fingers in my ass and was feeling around inside. "You seem to be cured of the spasming," she said, as she removed her fingers. She removed the gloves and tossed them into the device's box, and closed the lid. "Could you move over a little, so that I can wash my hands?" she said, very clinically. I moved over and stood up. She washed and dried her hands. Turning towards me, she said "I need to have the condom to test for blood." She pulled out a small dish, and put a little piece of cardboard in it. Turning around, she removed the condom from my softening cock and poured the cum into the dish. "No pink, that's perfect. You can put on your robe now," she said. "Doctor, I'm really confused here," I said. "About what? Your spasming is gone, probably forever," she said. "About how you just fucked me with a strap on dildo," I said. "Your colon is very thick, because you're young and heterosexual. The treatment is to stretch your colon and abrade the dead cells and fecal matter off. To do that with you, I needed to use a large device. I'm not strong enough to do it with my arms for more than a few minutes, so I use a harness and let my hips do it," she said. "So, this is an actual medical treatment?" I asked. "Yes, absolutely. I can supply you the medical literature if you're interested. It's well documented," she said. "And I shouldn't start spasming again tomorrow?" I asked. "The condition you have, colonclampsia, is actually not rare. About 10- 20% of the population has it. I have it myself. Women who have it usually don't know, because they are involved with men who like anal sex. Anal sex is the best treatment. Men who have it as a chronic condition are often gay or bi, and, again, anal sex is the treatment, but they don't even know they have it as a chronic condition because they're having anal sex often. For heterosexual men who get it often, anal sex is again the best treatment. Many men find a girl who is interested in pegging, as it's known in the venacular, although most girls don't use the correct size device, choosing one that is much too large or much too small, which creates problems of its own. Some men suffer in silence. A tiny number come to the doctor for treatment," she said. "I see. So I shouldn't start spasming tomorrow?" I asked. "You will not start spasming tomorrow," she said. "Excellent," I said. "Now, I have to get to my dinner, if you'll excuse me," she said, leaving the bathroom. After she left, I realized she left the "device" in my bathroom. I cleaned it off, tossed out the gloves, and put it into its box and slid it under my bed. ** A week later ** My colon started spasming again. I tried to use the device, but it didn't really work the same way. The next morning, my colon was spasming worse. I called the office number. "Hello, Doctor's office," said the friendly receptionist. "Hello, this is Fred Peterson. I'd like to make an appointment with Doctor Guitterrez," I said. "Uh, you mean Angela Guitterrez? She's the colonoscopy technican, not a doctor," she said. "Oh. Yes, I thought she was a doctor," I said. "When would you like to come in?" the receptionist asked. "Today, if possible," I said. "Angela doesn't work on weekends. I can give you an appointment for next week, though?" the receptionist asked. "I see. Let me call you back," I said, remembering I still had her cell phone number, and ended the call. So, she isn't really a doctor. Thinking back, I realized she probably is a girl who likes to peg men. But, still, that's apparently what I need to relieve the spasming, which was getting worse. I'd play along, again, with the charade. I called the cell number. "Doctor Guitterrez, it's Fred Peterson. I'm afraid the spasming has returned," I said. "Mr Peterson, it's Sunday," she said. "You told me to call the day it started again," I said. "You are correct. What can I do for you?" she asked. "I saved the device from last time. Could you come over and use it on me?" I asked. "Have you tried to use it on yourself?" she asked. "I have and it doesn't work," I said. "And you're sure you're not gay or bi?" she asked. "I would think I would know," I said. "And you have no girlfriend to use it on you?" she asked. "No girlfriend," I said. "As I remember, you live in a big house, have a fancy car, dress nicely, seem to be a nice guy, and have a large penis. Why don't you have a girlfriend?" she asked. "Because of all of those things. Too many gold diggers out there. And, I wanted to let you know that I called your office. I understand you're not a doctor, but I'm fine with that," I said. "What did you say to them?!?" she yelled, quite upset. "Nothing. I just told them I made a mistake thinking you were a doctor when I called for a follow-up appointment. I didn't tell them about the treatment you gave me," I said. "So, you are ok with what I did?" she asked. "It cured me for a week, diagnosed an underlying problem, and gave me a path to a permanent cure. I'd say that I'm ok with it. But, as you know, I need relief today," I said. "I'll be over in an hour. Please be in your robe," she said. ** An hour later ** I opened the door and Angela was standing there in a tight knit blouse, a pair of leather pants, and sandals. She was carrying a backpack instead of her "doctor's bag". Her breasts were nearly popping out of the blouse. Her ass looked like the pants were painted on her. "Wow, nice outfit," I said. "Mr Peterson..." she began. "Fred," I said. "Fred, this is a house call, not a booty call. You are not to comment on my clothing. If you are confused as to my purpose, I will leave now," she said. "No, I'm just paying you a compliment. I've very sorry if it came off not as I intended," I said. "Fine. Let's get started," she said, walking past me to the master bedroom. She dropped the backpack on the bed. Opening the front, she reached in and pulled out a condom. "Trojan, extra large," she said, opening it and looking at me. I stood there. "Well, open your robe," she said. I opened my robe. My cock was at half mast just from her outfit. She reached over and began to massage it with her hand. It quickly grew to full length. She rolled the condom on. "In the bathroom. You can leave the robe here. Close the door when you get in there. Make sure you don't lose the condom," she commanded. I was impressed by her ability to control the situation. Pegging is about control over the man, and she's really perfected her role. I went into the bathroom as instructed. A few minutes later, I heard her at the door. "Are you ready?" she said. "Yes," I said. "Face the mirror, bend over, and spread your ass cheeks for me. I've got it lubed and ready. I'm going to enter the room and immediately put it in. It may be painful for you at first, without my fingers relaxing you first, but you're going to live with that, since you need to get used to me using you for my pleasure. Your medical need is secondary to my pleasure. I hope you understand that," she said. "I'm ready," I said as I pulled my ass cheeks wide. I could see the door open, and her enter the bathroom. I felt it at my ass hole, and then it was in. It was big, and very lubricated. She immediately began pumping me hard. My cock shot cum, and then shot more, and still more. She was unrelenting and banging all the correct spots inside me. I looked in the mirror. She had removed her blouse. Her boobs were bouncing in her bra, barely able to stay inside with how hard she was hammering me. My ass was on fire, but she pounded and pounded me. She was making little noises of her own. Her bra broke and her boobs went free, but she didn't stop. I watched in the mirror as the large brown nipples bounced with each thrust. I came into the condom for the 100th time. She didn't stop. She continued her one pronged attack on my ass. And then, she thrust hard and held me against the sink. "Are you sure you're not gay?" she whispered in my ear. "I'd be gay if your cock is real," I said, feeling her hardness deep in my ass. "You'd be my lover bitch if my cock is real?" she asked. "Absolutely," I said, squeezing my ass muscles around her thick member. "I can feel that," she laughed in my ear. "I came at least three times," I said. "I only came once," she said "You owe me two more times," and then giggled. "Can you take it out of my ass and let me get up now? Maybe we can continue in another position in the bedroom?" I asked. "Don't move just yet, it's getting soft and will fall out on its own in a minute," she said. "Ok.... WHAT?" I yelled. She stepped back. I looked down. Her brown cock was only semi hard, but it was 100% real. "OH MY GOD!" I screamed. She hit me in the solar plexus. I bent over and went down. As I laid there gasping, she stuck me with a needle. I came to a while later. I was tied, spread eagle, on my bed. Doctor Guitterrez was laying, sleeping, on my chest. "Hey!" I yelled She lifted her head. "My name is Angela, not Hey!" "Untie me!" I bellowed. "To what end?" she asked. "You can't drug and then tie people up! And you should have told me you were a man!" I yelled "I'm sorry, I had to do that. I mis-judged you. You were going to be violent. I knocked you down and out to prevent that from happening. I was going to leave while you were sleeping, but I thought you and I should talk about what happened," she said. "What ARE you?" I asked. "I'm a girl," she said. "I seem to recall every girl I've known to have a pussy, not a cock," I said. "I'm a girl inside, and mostly outside, but I was born a boy," she said. "And you like to fuck like a boy," I said. "And like a girl. I can come from being fucked, just like you do," she said. "Not like me. I come because of the need for your medical treatment," I said. "No, I mean you're built like me inside. You can come from fucking or being fucked. Most guys aren't like that," she said. "I didn't know I could come like that until you did it," I said. "You didn't do it hardly at all with the device. You did it big time with my cock. The condom was totally filled when I took it off you. There's a huge difference," she said. "You're right. What's the difference?" I asked. "My cock and your cock are the same size, nearly exactly. Your ass is proportionally sized to your cock. So, when I'm in your ass, it's a perfect fit. Because of that, you're getting just the right amount of stimulation, not too much, and not too little. So, not only can you come several times from being fucked back there, you'll give the same amount of pleasure to me when you fuck MY ass later," she said. "But I'm not gay," I said. "No, you're not. But I'm not a guy. I'm a girl. Look at these..." she said, holding her breasts above my face. "I came the last time when your bra broke and I saw them bouncing free in the mirror," I say. "Here," she said, lowering them to my face. They were firm, the nipples hard. She dipped a nipple onto my lips. I touched it with my tongue, then drew it in and started to lightly suck on it. After a minute or so, she exchanged nipples. I could taste a little sweat. She held my head and was breathing hard. She pulled back. "You like them?" she said. "Yes, they're beautiful," I said. Her had closed around my cock. "Clearly, you liked them a lot," she said. I smiled. She leaned down and kissed me. I kissed her back, not thinking about her cock. I was thinking about her grip on my cock. "You said you'd be my lover bitch," she whispered. "I didn't know you meant it literally," I whispered back. "How about you be my lover boy?" she whispered. "What do you have in mind?" I asked "I'm still tied up." "You never had a girl ride you while you were tied up?" she asked, squeezing my cock. "No," I said, trying to conceive what was going to happen. "Keep it up until you can't keep it up any more, and I'll try to catch up. You have a heard start on orgasms," she said as she moved down the bed. "You want me to fuck YOU?" I asked. "No, I'm going to use your big donkey cock until I pass out from orgasms. You're just going to lay here and keep it hard for me. If you come before I catch up, there may be repercussions," she said, with a little giggle and then gave me a stern look and then laughed again. She began with slathering my cock with lube. "You want to see boobies bounce, or do you want the rear view?" she asked. "Boobies!!!" I yelled. She threw a leg over me and I felt my cock slip between her cheeks. A little adjustment with her hand, and I was travelling into her nether region. She was panting. "Oh. Oh...OH..," she said as she seated herself on my cock. I felt a warmth near my navel. "I came already," she said, running her fingers over my navel and showing me the wetness on them. She wiped her fingers on her nipples. "I'm still hard, and your ass is lubed. No sense stopping now," I said, thrusting up at her. She began to ride me, making cooing noises the whole time. Her boobs bounced and swayed in front of me enticingly. "Please untie my hands so I can feel your boobies!" I begged, but she shook her head and continued riding me. "TWO!" she screamed. Cum shot all over my chest. "Argh!" I exclaimed as I unloaded into her ass, unable to hold back any longer as her ass massaged my cock. "You came?!" she said, tightening her ass around my cock. "Unfortunately, yes," I confessed. She leaned forward, letting my softening cock fall out of her ass. Her nipples were right in front of me. So, I licked them. They were wet, and salty. She leaned down, and I sucked on them. "Hmmm..." she cooed. "You like that, don't you?" "Uh huh" I said, as I switched from one nipple to another. "Like the taste?" she asked. "Uh huh," I said, as I continued to lick the salty sweetness off her hard nipple. "You sure you're not gay?" she asked. "Not gay," I said. "Right, I'll remember that," she said, lifting herself up. She reached over my head and put a sleep mask over my eyes. She shifted her weight sitting on top of me, and lowered her nipples back to my lips. I continued to lick and suck them. I could feel her cock hardening on my stomach. "You up for some more?" she asked. "No, I'm still recovering from my last performance," I said. "Then it's up to me to revive you?" she asked. "Yes, revive me!" I said, half expecting her to give me a blow job. "Gotta get us cleaned up a bit first," she said, dismounting me and leaving the bed. A few moments later, I felt a warm towel washing my stomach and cock. She then, obviously, left the room, because I heard the shower running. I would have liked to see her naked in the shower, but I couldn't because I was still blindfolded. I fell asleep waiting for her. I awoke when I felt her weight on the bed. "Hey, sleepy head. Time for round 3. I'm all clean and all hard, from my nipples to my joy stick," she said jokingly. My cock felt her mouth close around it. Her technique was quite good and I was soon rock solid hard. I wish my hands were free to hold her head in place, but I was still tied spread eagle on the bed. "Your turn," she said. I felt her nipples at my lips. As I stuck out my tongue, they disappeared. "You have to work to deserve them," she said, shifting her weight on the bed. I knew where this was going. I felt a hot poker of skin at my lips. I kept my mouth closed. "Oh, not gay, right?" she said. "You liked licking my nipples before. I'm sure you noticed the salty sweet taste of my cum on them. It's not that different sucking my cock than sucking my nipples. The only real difference is that my cock would give you the cum in nice, warm, sweet drops, not cool salty drops like when you tasted the cum off the nipples." I kept my mouth closed. The cock stopped touching my mouth. She got up off the bed. "You like to have your cock sucked, right?" she asked. "Yes," I said. "So do I," she said. "But I don't want to suck your cock," I said. "We've been over this. Just like you like to have my cock in your ass, and I like to have your cock in my ass, the same will go for mouths," she said. "I don't want to. It's too gay for me," I said. "I'm going to kiss you," she said, planting a sloppy wet kiss on me. A few moments later, we were exchanging tongues. A few minutes later, she stopped. "It's EXACTLY like that. Ignore what it is, and just pretend it's a big fat tongue. That's how I did my first blow job. If you want, you can tell me to stop at any time. And, if you don't want me to, I won't come in your mouth," she said. "Promise not to come in my mouth?" I asked. "Promise," she said. "And if I start gagging, you'll stop?" I asked. "Promise," she said. "Ok, I'll try it," I said. Not half a second later, I felt her warm cock on my lips. I gingerly began to lick it. It was like licking her breasts, only a slightly different texture. Gradually, I took it into my mouth. It was big, and filled my mouth. She leaned in a bit and I felt it hit my throat. I began to cough. She pulled out. "You'll get used to that. It takes practice," she whispered, putting the cock back at my mouth. I put it back inside, licking and sucking on it. It was big, warm, and kind of nice, actually. She moved it a little. I tasted a little sweetness. I guess she dripped a little pre-cum. I tried to lick the hole to get more. She was holding my head. Her movements became a little quicker. I guess she was liking what I was doing, so I kept licking the hole and underside with my tongue. I remember liking that myself when girls did it to me. Her long fingers were digging into my scalp. I think she was about to come, and I didn't really care. I was really getting off on controlling her orgasm by occasionally shifting from her known pleasure area to other, adjacent, areas with my tongue. "I'm going to cum if you keep that up. Do you want me to come?" she whispered I kept going. The blindfold came off. I was staring at her shaved tan midriff. I could see the base of her cock and it's long dark shaft disappearing into my mouth. I wanted to not see the shaft. It reminded me that I had a cock in my mouth. So, I did the logical thing. No, I didn't close my eyes. I pushed forward to put all of it in my mouth. It hit the back of my throat. As I started to gag, it exploded. My mouth was full of sweet sticky cream and warm thick cock. I gagged. "Swallow," she said, as she pulled her cock back. Her cock erupted again. I tasted the sweetness and swallowed. A third spurt, and another swallow. She pulled it from my mouth, showing me the large head of her cock, and squeezed out a drop. I extended my tongue and licked it off. I swallowed again. "You like the taste?" "Yes," I said. "But you're not gay," she said, laughing. "No, not gay," I said. She laid beside me, and cuddled. We fell asleep. When I woke up, it was dark in the bedroom. My legs were untied, but my hands were still tied. Angela was licking my balls and stroking my cock. "Nice way to wake up," I said. "I've been sucking your cock for 15 minutes. I was just about to start something else," she said. "What did you have in mind?" I asked. "I think a good old missionary position," she said. "And I'm the native girl, right?" I asked. "Well, you are on the bottom right now. And, besides, cum in your anus has been shown to alleviate spasms," she said. "Is that a medical fact?" I asked. "Yes, and I can show you the literature!" she said, laughing. "Better you should show me how well you fuck in this position," I said. "Let's get you comfy first..," she said, slipping a few pillows and a towel under my ass. "There, that's a much better angle. Lift up your legs." I bent my knees up. "Much better. I think the classic plow would be the best to start, don't you?" she said. "Plow me farmer Angela!" I said with a laugh. She moved forward and showed me the bottle of lube. "Look, we've only used a little bit of this huge bottle. I guess we won't have to leave the house for a WEEK," and then poured some onto her hand. A moment later, her cock found my hole. Lifting a leg in each hand, she plowed forward, and then rigorously fucked my ass until my stomach was covered in cum which involuntarily dripped from my cock. She moved me onto my side, straddled the lower leg, threw the upper leg over a shoulder, and plunged deeper still in that angle. After a few thrusts, she came. "Take your medicine," she gasped as she blew her load into my welcoming ass. After catching our breaths, she dismounted, taking care to not hide her cock from my view. In fact, she stood over me, her cock dripping lube and cum, as she untied my hands. "Come with me," she said, taking my hand and leading me to the shower. In the shower, she handed me a wash cloth. "Make sure I'm spotlessly clean, from my face to my toes and everywhere in between. When you're done with the wash cloth, you're going to lick me from face to toes and everywhere in between, and then wash me again with the wash cloth from face to toes and everywhere in between." The shower ran cold before I was done with the task, but I cleaned, tasted, and cleaned every part of her. And then, with the cold water making her nipples hard and her skin goose bump, I fucked her pretty round ass, and then washed her again. The next day, we both went to work. People at work asked if I got a new girlfriend, because I was smiling throughout the day. Angela's co-workers asked her who the lucky guy was. At first, we hooked up on weekends. She'd come over and spend the whole weekend with me, leaving on Sunday night. Then, with a schedule change, she'd stay until Monday morning. Then, she started to come around on Wednesdays, because she couldn't wait a whole week to be with me. Eventually, she just moved in. In one of the tender moments, she told me that she had been the one who originally answered the phone, and was going to refer me to some other doctor, but I sounded "nice" and I was her age. When she sized me up during the initial consultation, she asked questions she wanted answered to see if I was going to be a potential boyfriend. If I had answered those questions wrong, or my cock was too small, she would have stopped after the lower GI scope and referred me to another doctor. Fortunately, I answered correctly, passed the HIV test, and I was just gullible enough to let her dildo me. She knew that my condition wouldn't be cured after the first time, and that I'd be calling her the next day. What she didn't expect was that her expert dildoing the second time would give me relief for an entire week. She expected that I would call the next day, and she'd be over to give me a real fucking, with her real cock. When days passed, she figured that I had second thoughts about the "treatment" and wouldn't call her again. When I did call her, she went back to her script, and then abandoned it entirely when I revealed that I knew about her not being a doctor. But, when she finally got to my house, she realized that she could still rely upon the original plan, because I didn't know she was transgender. She knew I saw her as a woman who liked to peg men, so she played that role, right up until she came in my ass that first time. Then, she winged it. She still asks me if I think I'm gay. "Gay, no. How could I be gay when I'm living with a girl?"