Hazel was a very sick girl. A very, very sick girl. She needed to go to the doctor’s office in order to get her flu shot.

She was very sick, indeed.

Finally it was her turn. She was led into the examination room by a nurse.

Then the doctor came in to see her. “Hello Hazel,” he said.

“Hello, Doctor,” Hazel replied, her heart spluttering suddenly. He was hot. She wasn’t expecting that. He was hot hot hot.

“Please. Call me Eugene,” Doctor said.

Hazel’s heart spluttered again. “Maybe I will,” she replied.

That was when she knew. She needed him. She needed him now.

“I’m going to close the door,” Doctor Eugene said. He closed the door.

When she heard that subtle, supple slam, it felt as though he mainlined methadone to her clit.

It throbbed.

“Would you stand, please? I need to examine you,” said Doctor Eugene.

“Yes,” Hazel purred. Her paper robe crinkled and cracked as she stood. She followed Doctor Eugene to the center of the small room. There were no windows, she noticed. There would be no way they would be caught. Hazel was supremely disappointed.

“Hold your arms out to both sides,” Doctor Eugene said.

Hazel did as she was told. “I like doing as I’m told,” she said.

“I like that,” Doctor Eugene replied. He touched her arms.

Hazel stiffened.

Something else was stiffening as well.

It was his penis.

“Um, Doctor,” Hazel said. “I don’t mean to be rude but…”

Abruptly, he grabbed her by the bottom. “I’ve known what was wrong with you since the moment you walked in,” he growled.

“Oh, Doctor,” Hazel said, her hand going straight for the engorged and undulating bagpipe in his trousers.

“And I’ve got your prescription,” he said, his hands tearing through her paper robe and pushing her back so that she was lying on the examination table.

“Mmm, you just need to fill it,” Hazel moaned.

He pushed his giftwrapped package inside her and fucked her like she was a cat. And oh did she purr.

“Shh, you’re being too loud,” Doctor Eugene warned her, but she could not contain herself.

He slowed down and pulled his stethoscope from around his neck. “I’ll bet you have high cholesterol,” he murmured.

“I’m a bad, bad girl,” Hazel said. She pouted.

Doctor Eugene used his strong arms to flip her around on the examination table. The paper on it tore a little. It was damp. From the fluids.

“I bet you like to get punished,” Doctor Eugene said.

Hazel bucked in anticipation.

Doctor Eugene smacked the business end of the stethoscope across her ass. “Say, “Ah,’” he roared.

“AH,” Hazel shrieked. It was a good shriek, though. It was a shriek of ecstasy.

“Hold still,” Doctor Eugene said. He took her arms and began to tie the stethoscope around them.

Heaven is you, Doctor Eugene, Hazel thought. The stethoscope was a vice. She could not move.

“Open wide,” he snarled.

But then, the door was thrown open—the nurse!

“Doctor, what’s going on!” she yelled. Her eyes widened as she beheld the scene before her.

“Close the door, Nurse Gretchen,” he said.

There was a tense moment.

Then Nurse Gretchen did as she was told. “I like doing as I’m told,” she said.

Hazel was flooding. Her hard nipples scraped on the paper on the chair. They yearned.

“I was just having Hazel open wide,” Doctor Eugene said.

“Let me help,” Nurse Gretchen replied.

“Oh yes,” Hazel moaned.

Nurse Gretchen went to the cabinet and removed a few tongue depressors.

Slowly, she inserted one into Hazel’s moisture.

Hazel bucked. “Will I get a splinter?” she asked.

“Trust me, I’m a doctor,” Doctor Eugene said.

Nurse Gretchen inserted a few more tongue depressors inside her.

“Fuck me, fuck me,” Hazel moaned. She moaned and moaned and then she came. She came hard as a rock.

“Stand aside Nurse Gretchen,” Doctor Eugene said. “I need to finish this.”

Nurse Gretchen stood aside. “What do you want me to do, daddy?”

“Gretchen, It’s Doctor Daddy. You will be punished for this. Give me a prostate exam.”

“Yes Doctor Daddy,” she murmured and inserted a finger into his anus.

Doctor Eugene fucked Hazel with reckless abandon, until all of them were writhing, moaning, and coated in his glistening sperms.

Hazel rose from the exam table and began putting her clothes back on. Her legs were shaking. Everything was shaking except her soul, which was purring.

“Oh, Hazel,” Doctor Eugene said as she was about to walk out of the door.

“Yes Doctor?”

“Don’t forget to schedule your follow up.” He winked.