Geeky Dave Geeky Chris and Supermodel Morgan Chapter 6
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By the time Morgan and Chris moved into the new high rise apartment
building, I had briefed the Dungeons and Dragons Club to refer to me as
"President Dave" instead of "Dave the Dungeon Master" to anyone who asked.
I explained I was now dating Morgan, and while D&D players would see the
"Dungeon Master" as a huge title, the rest of the world would think I was
some kind of S&M freak.
The press and papparazzi tsunami began the day after Entertainment Tonight
talked about us. Morgan and I were photographed at breakfast, walking in
the Quad holding hands, going into the high rise, coming out of the high
rise, going to class, and one guy even used a drone to try to shoot
pictures through the windows of the dorm room 12 stories up. People who we
didn't even know were telling the press how they were good friends with us
and that we were totally in love. One woman, who was in one of my classes
in a previous semester, told the press that I was a very considerate
lover, and that she was devistated when I broke up with her to go out with
Morgan. I laughed when I saw her interview as the "jilted woman," since I
never actually spoke to her. Our own comments were limited to pithy and
well-practiced one liners such as "We are very happy together," "We're
having the serious talks that people who are in love have," and "It's too
early to tell, but I'm pretty sure (he/she) could be the one!"
A month later, the press had left, but the papparazzi still hounded us. We
were very careful to keep the blinds in the dorm room drawn. We also
played music constantly, so that our conversations wouldn't be over heard.
It seemed that everyone in the dorm was suddenly our new best friends,
seeking out some tidbit to sell to the press. When Thanksgiving holiday
rolled around, Morgan and I were very happy to go to Tahiti.
I went with Morgan the day of her bikini shoot. It was a lot more
complicated than I ever expected. They had guys with reflectors, other
guys with towels and oils, and a variety of assistants and assistants to
assistants. I had figured it was just going to be a guy with a camera, not
a crew of 20! Six hours on the beach, and hundreds of individual pictures
later, they had the ONE picture for the suntan oil ad.
In Tahiti, the suntan lotion company hired us a driver, who doubled as an
anti-papparazzi shield. He was, in a word, HUGE. He was able to keep about
half of them away. We were, at this time, used to it. It's a shame he
couldn't have been with us at the start of this thing. He would have
really kept the press away.
When we got back to our hotel suite each night, I relieved Morgan's stress
by giving her a blow job, and then my stress by fucking her ass. If there
were recording devices in the hotel, they would have only heard a lot of
moans of ecstasy as we enjoyed each other's company. We didn't do any role
play there, as the maids usually snoop in the guest's clothing and sell
secrets to the press.
At the end of the week, we had to go back to the University. Both of us
missed Chris. Morgan missed Chris as a girlfriend companion. I missed
Chris as part of our nightly sexual games.
When we walked in, exhausted, to our dorm room, Chris was there waiting
for us. She was wearing a white lab coat and a stethoscope.
"Come and see my exam room" she said, gesturing for us to come into "her"
bedroom.
The room was all white. The furniture and fittings and walls were so white
they hurt our eyes. The bed had been replaced with an exam table. The
table had knee lifts. A cart with a machine with probes was next to the
table. Chris opened a drawer underneath the table. Inside were black
restraints, gags, and hoods. She opened another drawer. Inside were a
number of black dildos, arranged from a fairly normal size up to one that
would be appropriate for a horny elephant.
"Impressive," Morgan said.
"I aim to please. Is this what you had in mind?" Chris asked Morgan
"Exactly. Did you do my room?" Morgan asked.
"The furniture arrived from your apartment yesterday," Chris said.
Morgan raced to the other bedroom and flung open the door. The room was
dominated with a huge bed. It reached nearly wall to wall. It was five
sided, with a post at each corner. A huge canopy was overhead. The color
of the bed was a muted pink with a brown bed spread.
"Is that the special bed spread I ordered?" Morgan asked Chris.
"Yes. It looks like cloth, but it feels like plastic," Chris said.
I walked over and felt it. "It's tyvek, which is spun polyolfelin. Why
would you have a bedspread made of this?" I asked Morgan.
"It wipes clean," Morgan said.
"Oh....." I said.
Morgan jumped up on the bed and reached up into the canopy. She pulled
down a mass of straps. "My sex swing! It's going to be a good time now!"
she exclaimed
"Quieter, Morgan. Even with the music, people might hear you," I
admonished.
"I wouldn't worry about that," Chris said softly.
"Did you have the walls insulated?" Morgan asked.
"Yes, the walls have sound absorbsion material in them, and the drapes are
specially made for recording studios, so nothing we say at a normal voice
can be picked up outside," Chris said.
"very cool," I said.
"I see you're wearing the doctor's lab coat. I assume you have something
special in mind?" Morgan asked.
"Whenever you're ready to start. You can wear your present clothing for
the consultation," Chris said.
"I think we're a little tired..." I started.
"But Chris has gone to so much trouble!" Morgan said.
"Plus, the two of you have had each other. I've only had my hand. I am
incredibly horny right now," Chris said.
I reached into her lab coat. Underneath she was wearing something very
smooth. Her cock was outlined in the material. "What are you wearing
underneath?" I asked.
"Come into my office..." Chris said, gesturing towards the white room.
We all walked in. "Why don't you tell me about this problem you have
getting pregnant?" Chris said to Morgan.
"It's like this. He fucks me every day, but I'm not getting pregnant,"
Morgan said.
"I see. Do you ejaculate inside her?" Chris asked me.
"I do," I said.
"Well, let's start with the basic assumption that we'll need to examine
both of you. Dave, please remove all your clothing and hop up onto the
table," Chris said.
I got undressed and sat on the edge of the table.
"I see erectile dysfunction isn't an issue," Chris said.
"Oh, no. He has no problem getting it up and keeping it up," Morgan said,
lustily.
"Maybe it's a problem with potency," Chris said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Maybe you aren't generating enough sperm," Chris said.
"How do you test that?" Morgan asked.
"We will get a sample and then examine it," Chris said.
"How do you get a sample?" I asked.
"Lay back," Chris commanded.
I laid back. Chris put my legs in the stirrups and then raised the
stirrups. This allowed her greater access to my cock and balls than when I
was sitting. "I'm going to put a strap on you, so you don't slide down the
table," she said, putting a strap around my hips. "And ones on your legs,
so they don't fall out of the stirrups." She strapped in my legs.
"Tell me if this hurts," Chris said, and pushed a button that slowly moved
my legs apart. Pretty soon, my legs were spread far apart. She stopped the
movement. "There's the spot," she said.
"Where?" Morgan said, coming around the end of the table to see.
"Right there," Chris said.
"You mean his ass hole?" Morgan said.
"Yes. A man's G spot is inside their anus. To obtain the sample, I'm going
to massage the G spot," Chris said.
"You're what?" I said, sounding incredulous.
"No complaints from you. You're likely the problem," Morgan said.
"She's going to stick her finger in me?" I questioned.
"I'm a doctor. I'm not going to use a finger," Chris said.
"What are you going to use?" I asked.
"A probe made specifically for this purpose. But, first, we need to put a
collector on the end of your penis," Chris said.
Chris opened a drawer and pulled out a black strappy thing. She wrapped it
around the base of my cock, and then threaded it up to the head. A tube
was placed in the end of my cock, and the rest of the straps connected.
"There. When you ejaculate, it will go through the tube into the cup
attached. We'll get a good, uncontaminated sample," Chris said.
Morgan reached out to hold my cock. "I'll hold it straight up," she said.
"Excellent. I'll now lubricate you for the probe," Chris said, smearing my
ass with a jelly-like substance. "You may feel a tiny bit of discomfort,"
she said, as she slid a finger inside me.
"I thought you weren't using your finger?" I said.
"I'm getting you ready for the probe," Chris said, pushing lube inside me.
I laid there for a few moments while Chris lubed my ass.
She then went to the drawer again. She pulled out a VERY, VERY large
dildo. "This is the probe I like to use," she said.
"Oh no! You can't put that in me! It's too big!" I exclaimed in fake
terror.
"Don't you have anything smaller?" Morgan asked.
"Not for this specific purpose," Chris said.
"How about for some other purpose?" I asked.
"I do have an option, but it's not much better for most men," Chris said.
"Whatever it is, I'll take it! I don't want that huge thing in my ass!" I
exclaimed.
"Are you sure? You don't even know what it is," Chris said.
"I'm sure," I said.
Chris reached down into a drawer and pulled out a ball gag. "You'll need
to wear this during the procedure," she said.
I opened my mouth and she snapped it in place.
"And these," she said, putting my hands into restraints built into the
side of the table.
Chris lifted my head and put a pillow underneath it. "This procedure
sometimes takes a while, so you might as well be comfortable. If you want
to watch, you'll notice there is a mirror on the ceiling," she said.
"Doctor, is this going to hurt my husband?" Morgan asked.
"No, most men say afterwards that they really enjoy it after they get over
the initial shock," Chris said.
"Good," Morgan said, giving my bound cock a squeeze.
Chris opened her lab coat, revealing a white latex pair of panties. Her
cock was outlined in the panties.
"Oh my God!" Morgan said, as she watched Chris extract Hercule from the
panties.
"Yes, I have been blessed with the perfect semen extraction tool," Chris
said.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"I'm going to put the tool in now," Chris said.
I felt Hercule part my ass and slip inside. I say 'slip' because I was
well lubed. In reality, it was more like Hercule bulldozed his way inside
my slippery ass. "Oh!" I cried out at the large intrusion into my ass. I
looked up at the mirror. It was positioned perfectly to let me see her
cock going into my ass.
"See, some has already collected," Chris said, pointing to the clear cup.
"We'll keep going until the cup is full," she said.
"That's a lot of cum," Morgan said, stroking my bound cock.
"We'll need a large sample," Chris said as she began to fuck me.
Between Hercule pounding my prostate and forcing me to involuntarily shoot
cum, and Morgan's stroking, I filled that cup before Chris came in my ass.
"Is there a problem, doctor?" Morgan asked as Chris had her orgasm.
"No problem at all. I've just injected some cum into his ass to jump start
his own production. It's a normal procedure," Chris said, out of breath.
Chris pulled Hercule from my ass, and wiped him off. She then wiped me
off, in a very clinical way. After washing her hands, she extracted the
cup full of semen. Holding it up, she said "It looks proper. Now to test
it..," she said, and poured the contents into her mouth. After swallowing
it, she said "It seems potent. Perhaps the problem is with you,"
addressing Morgan.
I just laid on the table, exhausted from the very vigorous fucking I
received.
"Dave, you'll need to get off the table so I can examine Morgan," Chris
said, removing the ball gag from my mouth. She removed the restraints,
lowered the stirrups, and helped me off the table. I felt a little rubber
legged.
"He seems wobbly," Morgan said.
"A lot of men have that problem after I use the semen extractor. We'll
need to put a plug in him, so he doesn't leak the cum treatment out,"
Chris said, producing a large butt plug from a drawer.
I bent over and Chris put the plug in. "Not a minute too soon, I see," she
said as she seated it.
"Thank you, doctor," I said.
"Why don't you sit down over there while I examine your wife?" Chris said.
I walked over to the only chair in the room, and sat down. I noted that
it, too, had hand and foot restraints.
"Now, Morgan, please remove your clothes and hop up on the table," Chris
said.
Morgan got her clothes off and sat on the table. Her little cock was hard.
"Could you lay back so I can examine you down there?" Chris asked Morgan
Morgan laid back and put her legs in the stirrups. Chris raised them and
strapped Morgan in.
"I think I might know the problem. When Dave ejaculates in you, where does
he do it?" Chris asked.
"In my ass mostly. Sometimes in my mouth," Morgan said.
"Is he getting you to orgasm at the same time?" Chris asked.
"No, usually he's doing that before," Morgan said.
"That's the problem. A girl like you will not conceive through anal sex
unless her own cock is shooting. It's a basic law of transexualism," Chris
said, matter of factly.
"Oh, so it's all about timing?" Morgan said.
"Yes, exactly. Let me explain in detail," She said, producing a dildo
about the same size as Hercule. "When your cock ejaculates, it opens the
ducts between your anus and your internal female parts. If, at the same
time, a cock is ejaculating in your anus, you'll get pregnant. This dildo
has a camera on the end of it. We'll be able to see that happen during
this test," Chris said.
Chris wheeled over the cart with the machines and wires. She connected a
wire to the end of the dildo. The head of the dildo glowed. A fuzzy
picture appeared on the wall mounted TV. She brought her finger to the
head of the dildo. It showed up on the TV. "I'll just lube you up now,"
Chris said, smearing lube on Morgan's exposed ass hole.
"That tickles," Morgan said.
"You'll want to watch this on the TV," Chris said to us, and then pushed
the dildo inside Morgan. On the TV, the inside of her ass was showing
bright reddish pink. "There, it's in," Chris said.
"That's pretty cool," Morgan said. "I didn't know I was pink inside."
Chris put a small rubber ring around the head of Morgan's cock, and stuck
a pad to the area between her cock and anus, where her scrotum once was. A
wire went to the pad. Another wire went to the ring. "This may feel
strange at first," Chris said, and then flipped a switch.
"OH MY GOD! It feels like a million ants are crawling on my cock!" Morgan
exclaimed
"Let me adjust that," Chris said, turning a knob.
"Now it feels like someone is repeatedly squeezing it!" Morgan said.
"Does it feel good?" Chris asked.
"Yes," Morgan said.
"I see on the TV your anus is pulsing," Chris said.
"That's good, right?" I asked from across the room.
"Yes, that's very good. But, it doesn't mean anything if the aperature
doesn't open when she ejaculates," Chris said.
"I'm getting close to that. This is AMAZING!" Morgan said.
"Don't hold back Morgan," I said.
Morgan came. Cum flew out of her cock and spread over her stomach.
"Ah ha..," Chris said, after Morgan finished cumming.
"Good or bad?" I asked.
"She only opened very briefly. I doubt if it was long enough. We'll have
to do some therapy to train the muscles to do it properly," Chris said.
"There's a therapy for this?" I asked.
"Certainly. Most of it you can do at home, but some will need to be done
here," Chris said.
"Excellent," I said.
Chris ran her finger through the cum on Morgan's flat stomach and then
licked it. "It's going to be a very long and hard therapy. I hope you're
up for it as much as I am," she said, smiling.
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