I need to tell you about something wild that happened
to me at the allergist’s today. But first I need to
fill you in on some background.

I used to be sexually adventurous in college, but since
I had moved in with my fianc’e, the love of my life, I
had calmed down. I love her so much, but she’s not
exactly a firecracker in the sack, or at least, not
that I have ever seen. Needless to say I’m sexually
frustrated and I watch a lot of porn and read tons of
stories on the net.

Anyhow, my allergies were getting worse and I had to
do something about it. I hadn’t been to this doctor
before, and chronic sinus pain prompted me to call the
allergist that my fianc’e goes to. She had told me
that Dr. Hasid-Khmeer was “very hands on,” an excellent
doctor and “very experienced.”

I wasn’t looking forward to seeing some weird arrogant
little Pakistani guy who makes $150,000 a year and
barely speaks English. That’s my first reaction to
hearing the name of a foreign doctor.

But I try to keep an open mind. So I called and made
an appointment. I left work early and drove to the
office, sat in the reception room reading a celebrity
chronicle magazine and admiring the fashion section —
floozy Hollywood starlets in bras, and all sorts of
suggestively titillating text.

After a short wait an unattractive nurse’s assistant
type called my name. After answering some dull
questions about my symptoms, she wheeled a VCR / TV
combo into the examining room on a cart with a large
stack of videotapes. She put a tape in the VCR called
“Environment Allergy Control” and said, “Just watch
this video about how you can improve your allergies.
The doctor is running late and will get to you after
the video.”

What a dull crock of shit, I thought, watching some
lame lady in the video talk about allergy-proofing
your room. I casually glanced at the stack of videos
next to the VCR. “Food Allergies — Just one Bite can
Kill”, “Alexander — the Elephant who couldn’t eat
Peanuts”, etc, etc, etc.

Then my eye was drawn to a hand labeled video without
a case at the bottom of the pile. I pulled it out
read the scrawled title, “The Doctor’s Prick Test
Technique.” Well, I was no more interested in seeing
some slob get allergenic needles stuck in his arm than
I was in hearing about allergen proofing a room, but
for some reason I popped that sucker in the VCR.

After some static, an obviously home made movie
started. On screen was a man’s face. He was moaning
slightly. “Holy shit,” I thought, “this prick test
must HURT.” Then I listened closer and noticed more
sounds. He wasn’t moaning in pain… he was moaning
in ecstasy, and I could hear a woman’s voice moaning
as well.

Then the camera shifted down and revealed a woman’s
face sliding up and down on this guy’s cock. She was
moaning around his prick and really getting into it.

What a fox! She had black shoulder length hair and
her skin was a little bit dark — almost mediterranean.
Her fingers gently scratched the underside of the guy’s
swollen nuts — she moaned against his cock, sliding
out until it was almost out of her mouth, her hand
stroking the length of it, rhythmically jerking, then
tightening her lips and beginning the long slow journey
down.

This was some talented cocksucking! Whoever the chick
was, she sure was one hell of a slut. She pulled back
up the guy’s cock and let it leave her mouth, a line
of pre-cum trailing from her lips to his head. In a
sexy, French-accented voice, she said “Mmm… I don’t
detect any allergens in your semen yet David, but I
think I need to perform more research.”

Allergens?

What the fuck is this? Some sort of specialty aller-
gist porn? Boy, Dr. Hasid-Khmeer must be one sick
fuck. I wonder if the nurses know he watches allergist
fuck flicks in between patients. But I couldn’t really
think because my own cock was raging hard inside my
jeans and I quickly became absorbed in the action on
screen.

The slut was really into this. Moaning, she licked
down the length of his cock, one hand constantly jerk-
ing him off, slowly, intently, while she took his
entire nut sack into her mouth. I could see the pas-
sion in her eyes as she rolled his balls against her
tongue and the guy started moaning loudly, begging her
not to stop, calling her the greatest cocksucking slut
he’d ever met.

She seemed to like the dirty names he was calling her
because she let his balls pop out of her mouth and
pushing him back on the table, began to lick his ass-
hole. She started tongue-fucking his shit shoot! I
couldn’t believe it! Even professional porn stars
rarely give rim jobs. My, what a lucky bastard this
guy is. She was really loving the taste of his
asshole, moaning, saying ‘yes, you like my tongue in
your ass, you love it,’ in the most delectable slutty
French accent.

I could tell from the way the guy was thrusting his
hips that he was about to shoot his load. She licked
back up his pole and started her journey to glory.
While the slut deep-throated him the camera dropped
down to show one hand between her legs, her skirt
pushed up, panties on the floor, and three fingers
rapidly and roughly fingerfucking the prettiest
trimmed black haired pussy I’ve ever seen. And the
wettest.

Now the camera slid back up and panned out. I got,
for the first time, a look at the room this was filmed
in. It was familiar. “Holy Shit! That’s this room!”
I couldn’t believe it! That dirty bastard must have
brought a hooker into his office to film his own porn
flick!

Now she was moaning against his cock, sliding furiously
up and down while he rammed his prick into her mouth,
fucking her face like the fuck toy it was. Then he
pulled out and started shooting gasping and moaning
while shot after shot of white sperm blasted the whore
in the face, eyes, throat; every shot that hit her in
the mouth she swallowed! Swallowed! A hooker who
swallows, holy shit, I’ll have to ask this dirty fuck
where he gets his talent.

He was still blasting her face with sperm, the sound
of his voice like a man who had died and gone to
heaven, and my prick was like an iron in my pants when
the door to the room I was in opened.

I didn’t have time to even jump; I was busted. Into
the room walked not the Pakistani doctor I expect, but
the slut from the video, who (on the TV screen) was
still eagerly swallowing cum. I was too turned on to
be embarrassed, and too embarrassed to talk, when she
smiled and said, in that same French accent, “Hello,
I’m Dr. Hasid-Khmeer. I see you’ve been prepared for
examination properly,” as she smiled and looked at the
bulge in my pants, her hands opening her blouse.

Needless to say, I’ll never assume all doctors are
men again.

But as she deep-throated my cock and I started making
the exact same noises as the guy in the video made,
one thought crossed my mind that made my prick start
to twitch in her talented slutty mouth. What exactly
had my fianc’e meant when she described this slutty
doctor as “hands-on?”