Chapter Two Dr. Omari

Here we go with the petty shit. All these hoes think they are on my level. Dr. Omari walked into his office, and shut the door. He pulled up his schedule, and noticed that he had two cancellations for this morning. He pulled up his email, and began skimming through his messages. Nothing interesting, he thought. There was a knock at the door.
“Yeah who?” he asked
“It’s me, Missy,” said a voice from behind the door.
“Yes Missy, come on in,” demanded the Doctor.
Missy opened the door and walked in. All Dr. Omari saw was tits and ass approaching his desk. A few of the papers she had in her hand managed to slip out and fall to the floor. The Doctor studied her body. Missy was a big girl, but she had a pretty face, and knew how to work what she was blessed with. The pants she had on seemed to be skin tight when she bent over, and her ass was looking very plump and juicy to him. He could see the outline of her thong. When she stood back up and turned around to face him, all he saw was her big ass boobs and hard ass nipples. I would love to put my dick in between those and be titty fucking her,  he thought to himself. “Have a seat Missy. I love to see you come in here. You control all the money that comes in and out of this office, so what do you have for me?”
“Well I just wanted to let you know that that $10,000 claim we were waiting on finally came through. They paid a hundred percent, after I negotiated new terms,” said Missy with confidence.
“Great Missy, that’s the type of talk I want to hear. Great job. That’s why I hired you.” He laid his hand on top of hers. “Thank you.”
“Hey just doing my job,” Missy said through her smile.
“And I do appreciate it,” replied the Doctor.
“Hey, how about I treat you to lunch to show my appreciation, and you can finish showing me the paperwork and what exactly  our new terms are.”
“All right,” Missy said cheerfully.
“I will swing by your office in about a half.” With that being said, Missy excused herself from his office. The Doctor watched her exit his office. Missy turned around right before she turned the corner, and caught the Doctor staring at her ass. She smiled as she disappeared around the corner. The Doctor went back to his messages. He felt a little distracted thinking about Missy.  His manhood was also on the rise.  He often wondered if he was a sex addict to a certain degree.  He knew he enjoyed sex, fucking, making love, however the woman preferred to call it, But he did not feel as if it had taken over his life.  With that being said, he sat down at his computer and  typed in StreamDreams.net.  He immediately did a search where he wanted to see a curvaceous mature woman. He scrolled through the many profiles until he found a woman who he was immediately attracted to.  He clicked on her profile, and started up a chat with her. He had visited her room a few times in the past, and even took her private.  He never once imagined he would be on a web cam site paying to interact with hoes, but  he thought it was better than just jerking himself off. Plus, if he could help someone out by throwing a few bucks in their pockets, he figured he might as well kill two birds with one stone.    The woman on the other end of the camera immediately recognized his screen name and saluted him.  Assume the position, he typed into the keyboard. The young lady then lay back on her bed, and managed to put both legs behind her head.  She then took a huge black dong and shoved it into her pussy.  She then took it out, and sucked all of her wetness off of it. Dr. Omari was stroking his dick at a steady pace, and was greatly enjoying the view.  Let me see it, he typed.  She then zoomed in on her pussy, and held it open for him to see. He could see just how wet she was, and it was not enough,  so he turned on his cam,  so that the young lady on the other end could see him.  He aimed the cam at his dick. 
“Oh Doctor Dick, it’s so pretty,” said the young lady.
“I wanna see you ride it,”  replied the Doctor
“It’s so big it might hurt me!”
“This is a a tool of pleasure, not pain.”
With that being said the young lady put her dong up to her mouth and slowly licked around the rim.  Then she put all ten inches in her mouth.  Then she attached her dong to a fuck machine and got on top of it.  She made sure that the camera was focused on her big ass bouncing up and down on the dong.  She let out a few moans.  The Doctor requested that she smack her ass, and hold one ass cheek real tight so he could see the fingerprints. When the Doctor saw her in all her nudity with her creamy wetness oozing down the sides of the dong, he really got excited.
He didn’t want to climax at that point, so he quickly ended the session.  He had to do something to get his erection down, so he decided to go into his private restroom and light a joint. He inhaled deep, and exhaled letting out a cough. He turned on a scent evaporator, and took a few more pulls. He loved his life. He lived his life as the ultimate bachelor. He was successful, he was good looking, and he was voted Best Chiropractor of 2013 in Dade County. With that prestigious award came prestigious pussy. He had slept with so many different women that he was starting to lose track of their names and faces. He knew that he needed to slow down, but he wasn’t ready just yet. He had opened his office up almost five years ago with his best friend, Chris. They had met in elementary school, and were still friends twenty years later. He had always felt that the only way to be successful in life was to work for yourself. Just as he was getting lost in his thoughts, his phone went off. He looked down at it, and didn’t recognize the number that was in the text. Can’t stop thinking about you or last night, when can I see you again?. Now he knew who it was, and wished he had not had a moment of weakness last night. The woman texting on the other end of the phone was an opportunist. A well known one too. So he texted back Not gonna happen. The next text read Already did happen.
Instead of responding back to her,  Dr. Omari dialed Chris' extension on his handset.
 
“Yea,” Chris responded
“I need you to handle something for me.”
“What now?” Chris let out a big sigh
“You already know.”
“God damit man, come on, you gotta choose your jump-offs better.”
“Yeah, Ok Dad, replied the Doctor sarcastically. “You got me or what?”
“Yea I got you...what the hell you be doing to these bitches?” asked Chris jokingly.
I don’t know man, it’s like once I put the dick on em, it’s a wrap!” laughed Dr. Omari. “I'ma send you her number.” Dr Omari knew he could count on his friend for just about anything,and this was no different. Plus, he already knew that once Chris saw her, he would thank him later. The Doctor looked at the clock on his wall, and then outside his bathroom window. The view was a spectacular one. It overlooked Biscayne Bay. For the Doctor, it was a very relaxing view for him. He opened the window, and let the breeze come in. He had already had an exciting morning. Sex with a pretty young thing. Fellatio from the daughter of a Board member. And who knew what would be next around lunch time.
“Doctor, you are needed in Exam Room 3,” a voice said out of his phone.
“OK,” he replied. The Doctor stood up and sprayed some Versace Pour Homme. Then he put a few drops of Visine in his eyes, popped an Altoid, grabbed his lab coat, and headed to Exam Room 3.
 
 
 

Chapter One Amaya

WARNING: This book contains sexually explicit language and situations. It is not intended for readers under the age of 18.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Amaya used the lowest yelling voice that she could muster.
“You think I'm stupid or something?” Amaya shoved her way into the office and closed the door behind her. She looked down towards Dr. Omari's crotch, and noticed his zipper was undone. “ What the fuck are you and that slut bucket doing in here with the door locked and no patients?” She shook her head in disbelief. She could see his lips forming words, but didn't hear a sound. “You know what, don't even bother answering, everything that comes out of your mouth is a lie.”Amaya stared Dr. Omari down like a dog in heat.
“First off, you're over-fucking-reacting. I am a doctor, and this is my goddamn workplace. I don't have to explain shit to you,” Dr Omari said arrogantly as he turned his back to her and zipped up his pants.
“If you have a problem with how I conduct business, leave.” Dr. Omari took his seat, picked up his phone, and started to dial. He looked up at Amaya standing in front of the door, and asked “Don't you have work to do?” Amaya clinched her teeth together in anger, as she turned to open the door.
“ Oh and Amaya! Dont disrupt the flow in the office, and close the door behind you.”
Amaya stormed out of his office, and down the hall to the restroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, and her eyes began to fill up with tears. She took tissue and began to blot the corners of her eye where her liner began to run, when she heard a knock on the door. Amaya took a deep breath, but before she could reply, the door opened. Dr Omari rushed in, closing the door behind him. As Amaya turned around to him, he bent down his six-foot-one frame and kissed her on the lips. At first, she resisted, but his tongue made its way into her mouth. As one of his hands held her close, the other made its way up her skirt. His fingers pulled her panties to the side, and his pointer and middle finger were now inside her. As much as Amaya wanted to resist, she couldn't. The more she felt his fingers, the more she yearned for his touch, his love, and affection.
“ Ima be real quick baby,” he whispered into her ear once he took his tongue out. He palmed her ass and lifted her up in one motion onto the sink. He completely ripped her panties off, and positioned himself in between her thighs. He scooted Amaya to edge of sink, where his dick was awaiting her arrival. She slid onto the dick easily. She always got wet for him. She was absolutely infatuated with the man. His tan creamy complexion. His athletic build. His soft wavy hair. His beautiful hazel eyes. His well groomed goatee. She thought he was absolutely perfect. She loved his scent, his swagger, and how successful he was. He slid her up and down on his dick. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Amaya could feel him stabbing her on the inside. She had grown used to this feeling, and had accepted that his dick was average in length and skinny like a pencil. Three minutes hadn't even passed when there was a knock at the door. They looked at each other.
“Someone is in here,” Amaya said with a cheesy smile on her face. Dr. Omari put his pointer finger against her lips, and shook his head. He started to back away from her. But Amaya gripped him tighter in between her thighs.
“Got patients waiting on me, we can finish this later,” he said.
“Awwh come on Daddy,” Amaya whined. “Pleaaassseee,” Amaya asked, as she grabbed his hand and sucked on his finger. “ Pleaaassse.”
“All right, get me right,” Dr. Omari said pointing down to his magic stick. Amaya hopped off the sink, got on her knees, and cupped his balls in her hands. He immediately became fully erect as she licked around the head, like it was the best tasting lollipop she had ever had. Within two minutes, she could feel the warmth of the goo sliding down the back of her throat. She didn't even gag, because it really wasn't as much as she was used to swallowing from him. As he released into her mouth, he grabbed the back of her head and held it in place so she couldn’t move back, as his dick jerked about.
“Thanks for that,” he said, as he slowly let go of her head. Amaya's big brown eyes looked up at him smiling. As he pulled out, Amaya, while still on her knees, pulled down her skirt over her unmentionables. Just as the Doctor was pulling up his briefs, Amaya spotted a pink smudge on the front near the crotch area.
“What’s that?” Amaya pointed
“What?” The Doctor looked confused as he buckled his pants.
“That pink spot on your underwear.”
“I must have cut myself. Anyways get back to work, and I'ma do the same.” Dr Omari. kissed Amaya on the forehead, and was out the door.
Stupid, stupid, stupid me, she thought to herself. She rinsed out her mouth in the sink and fixed her face. She tried her best to keep her composure as she went back to her desk. It was only 9:30 a.m., and she had to be there until 6 p.m. The phone rang. She picked up.
“Feel Good Medical Center, how may I help you?” She couldn’t even concentrate on the caller. She eventually moved her finger over the phone, and hit disconnect. She really wasn't in the mood to be at work. She really thought that what she the Doctor had was special. She was convinced in her mind that the Doctor loved her. At least, that was what he told her. She picked up the phone, and pretended to dial a number. Instead, she dialed her cell phone voicemail, and zoned out. She had no messages; she just did not feel like dealing with anyone. There was too much on her mind. So she pretended to be on hold. She really didn't get it. Men hit on her all the time. She was a very attractive young lady. It wasn't like she was old and saggy. She had just turned 23, and was about to graduate from college with a degree in International Business. Maybe it’s time for me to study abroad, she thought to herself. Just then, she heard his voice resonating down the hall. She hung up the phone, and looked as the Doctor approached her desk with a female and dropped off a chart. Amaya looked her up and down. Black 5 inch pumps, black sequined shorts, a white blouse with a black lace bra that could clearly be seen through the blouse. Rock hard tits that had to be filled with silicone with a huge gap in between. Bleach blonde damaged hair with bad extensions, blue eyes, and pink lipstick. It reminded her of the stain she saw on the Doctor's underpants. She knew the woman had been in the office since before she got there getting therapy. As a matter of fact, the more Amaya thought about it, the more suspicious she got. So she grabbed the chart off the counter. She matched the woman's name with one on the schedule, and realized the woman had been on the schedule twice a week for the past month or so. Always scheduled to come in before the office hours officially started.
“See you on Thursday,” Dr Omari said
“I look forward to it,” the blonde said as she walked towards the door swishing as hard as she could.
Amaya watched the Doctor's eyes follow her out the door. He never walked patients out this far. Doctor Omari turned to look at Amaya, and she immediately looked down at her computer. She could see him looking around at their surroundings
“Hey, Amaya, Lunch?” he asked with a smirk on his face. Amaya shook her head up and down in agreement.
“Sure,” she said timidly.
“All right I will find you later.” In her peripheral vision, she watched him walk back down the hall. As he disappeared around the corner, she looked at the time on the computer. 9:49. She knew she had a long workday ahead of her, but she couldn’t wait until lunch. Maybe she was bugging out and overreacting. He didn’t have to ask her to lunch, but he did, and surely that meant something to her. She looked at the clock 9:51 a.m. She couldn’t wait until noon.