Tempted by My Billionaire’s Doctor 2: A BBW Medical Humiliating Backdoor First Time Menage (Detested and Inspected) (2 page)

“Anything for Ashton,” I said.

That was going to play perfectly in the recording.
 

I knew it because it was true.

He thrust his meat into my mouth. His cock was thick and hot. It tasted slightly off, like it had been left on the counter overnight. I considered turning vegetarian.

I didn’t have time to think about it further because he pushed in hard. His balls slapped my chin and cheek. His thickness filled my throat. Choked me. My full focus was on stealing another breath. Most of my focus, to be fair. The rippling tingles blasting through my pelvis claimed their share.
 

My hips bucked back and forth, riding off before receiving permission to do so.

Captain Barclay pawed at my full breasts. His hands rough and awkward. He pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. I snuck breaths each instant before he filled my throat again.

“Oh, yes,” he said. “That’s a good whore. Suck my cock like you do for every man.”

He ripped my bra in half and threw open the satin cups. My ample bosom broke free and sagged to the side, but only a little.

His large hands each grabbed a breast and pulled them as he pumped into my mouth. He massaged me like he was trying to get warmth into frozen skin. I reached under and cupped his balls. Tugging them toward my mouth every time he withdrew. I had to make him crazy. Do the things that would snare him forever.

My pussy and asshole clinched on Dr. Fox’s fingers. He pumped them into me like a metronome. A perfect, even beating on my private parts.

“She’s good and ready down here, Captain,” Dr. Fox said. “Wet as a wave.”

Captain Barclay kept my mouth busy. I tasted his briny biting precum. I slowed down. I didn’t want him to cum yet. It wasn’t bad enough yet.

“Ollie, take over up here,” he said. “I need her mouth thoroughly examined. We can’t be too sure.”

“Your the best Captain ever, Howie,” Dr. Fox said. “Don’t let anyone say different.”

Captain Barclay popped his stiff cock out of my mouth. A sticky tendril of ropy spit clung to his shaft as he pulled away.

Dr. Fox pulled his fingers out and I came… so close to coming. My insides clinched furiously at the empty space inside. The disappointing lack of aching pressure.

I looked down between my spread legs. Captain Barclay’s cock bobbed up and down like a diving board.

“I’m a virgin, Captain Barclay,” I said. “I swear it. Dr. Fox felt my tightness.”

“She’s right there, Howie,” he said as he pulled his zipper down next to my face.

“This is one assertion that must be proved by insertion. I’ll be the judge of your innocence.”

“You’re too big, sir,” I said. I wasn’t lying. He was thick. It was easy to see where Ashton got his girth. “You’ll tear my poor, innocent pussy apart.”

“Who said anything about your pussy,” he said.

My eyes opened wide.
 

My asshole contracted tight.

“If you are a virgin as you claim,” he said, “my son is the only man that should ever spill his seed in your pussy.”

He was truly a man of honor. Give me a fucking break.

“Do you mean to take me in the bottom, Captain Barclay?”

“In the interests of a thorough inspection, yes.”

“I don’t want you to. You’ll hurt me. This is wrong.”

“Leave this ship. Leave my son’s life. Return to the gutter from whence you crawled. It’s your choice.”

“I can’t leave. I love him too much. I’ll do anything for him.”

“Then your asshole will feel the sting of my inspection.”

I watched as he eased his cock up to my bum. The pressure made me contract tighter. He held the pressure steady, slowly pushing forward.

Dr. Fox turned my head and his cock rammed into my mouth. He held the back of my head and fucked my face. God, these men were dogs in heat. Testosterone crazed bulls grunting their semen into their world.

After a good while of slow pressure, my bottom eased open and Captain Barclay’s cock slipped in. To say it was uncomfortable would be an injustice to the idea of comparisons.

It felt like a Mack Truck drove up my ass. It felt like I was trying to shit out a baby. That’s disgusting. What’s more disgusting was that it felt good too.

It felt fucking great. The pressure of his thickness filled me full.
 

Dr. Fox kept my mouth busy sucking him. One hand snarled in my hair and one squeezing my breasts in turn.
 

“Oh yea, yea you glorious sexy sweet,” he said. “Suck my cock. Suck the cum out of it.”

I tried to talk, but it came out mumbled and garbled due to the large cock in my mouth. I played it up for the audio recording, but only a little.

Captain Barclay fucked my ass in a slow and forceful fashion. All the way in, balls slapping my backside, all the way out, to where my tight muscle locked just below the head of his cock. He slid a finger into my pussy. He did the
Come Here
while his thumb massaged my clit.

My body quivered nonstop. I’d tried so hard to stay in control. To play the game. To set my few pieces to best advantage.

Control was no longer an option.

My hips rolled on the Captain’s cock, helping his every thrust. My ass gripped his shaft.

“Come on, whore,” he said. “Yes, fuck my cock with your dirty ass. Oh god, yes. Yes. I’m going to come in your ass.”

I mumbled more words in protest. At least I hoped they sounded like protest. To me they almost sounded like encouragement. Like I wanted that hot seed splashed inside my ass.

My body shook and quivered as I teased them both to climax, fighting and losing my own approaching as well. My thick curves jiggled and bounced as both men hammered into me from opposite ends.

I had them right where I wanted them. They had me right where I wanted me. If only to get my revenge. And maybe something more.

The crest of the wave arrived. The edge of the cliff. I stared off into oblivion. A spinning disc of darkness and light.

I leapt off.

My mouth sucked Dr. Fox in with the unshakable gravity of a black hole. My ass clenched around the Captain’s throbbing cock.

And I came. I gripped the edge of the table like it was the the cliff’s edge. I came again and wailed. Garbled and mumbled. Ecstasy plowed through me more deeply than the cock in my ass. My pussy clamped on the finger inside and squeezed over and over. Involuntary animal instincts took over. I milked his finger like it could plant the next generation in my womb.
 

My body quivered, from the lean muscles inside to the plump skin covering them.

“Yes, yes, you delicious whore,” Captain Barclay said. “Your ass is so good. I’m gonna come. Gonna come in that tight ass.”

He leaned into me one last time. His bear paw hands bit into the soft flesh of my hips . His balls clinched on my skin. His cock pulsed inside, sending a hot jet of cum into my ass. He pulsed again and another splash of heat erupted inside me.

“Yes, Captain,” Dr. Fox said. “She’s a tight one alright. So fucking good. Her mouth’s, her mouth’s.”

His words trailed off and he grabbed my head and planted my mouth on his cock. He blew a hot load down my throat. His shaft throbbed again and another hot blast of semen slid down my throat.

I should’ve been more disgusted, but I was still coming too. Earthquake orgasms don’t leave much room for other sensation.

After another minute of emptying my heat into the world, I collapsed. My legs fell to the side. Captain Barclay’s thick cock slid out of my ass. His warm seed spilled out and down my bottom. Dr. Fox let my head fall to the table and pulled his cock out of my mouth.
 

“Jesus, Ollie,” Captain Barclay said, “it hasn’t been that good since Manila. Since Lucy and her friend. God, I wish Virginia did this.”

Dr. Fox wiped his cock on his pants.
 

“Howie, maybe your wife can join us one evening.”

“Are you insane? She can never know about this. She’d divorce me. She’d ruin me.”

He looked at me. A razor edge in his eyes. A blunt hammer in his voice.

“This is our secret. This examination was merely to prove your innocence. To prove your suitability for this family.”

He was trying to frighten me into silence. It worked. He looked ready to kill someone. I nodded in silence. I couldn’t get words to form anyway. My brain wasn’t ready for that much work.

Captain Barclay shoved his cock back into his pants and zipped himself up.
 

“Get yourself washed up, Charlotte,” he said. “It’s been a pleasure. You made the right choice.”

“I did it for Ashton,” I mumbled.

“There may yet be a spot for you at my table,” he said.
 

I couldn’t believe what I just did, what he just did to me, qualified me as a prim and proper woman of society. Fit to wed his only son and heir.

“On the condition you agree to submit to regular inspections by Dr. Fox and myself.”

There was the kicker. The real reason for his feigned approval. He wanted to have a personal fuck doll that his son and wife didn’t know about, but that was always at cock’s reach.

Fucking devil.

“Ashton would never agree, sir,” I said, knowing the recording was still going.

“Ashton will never know,” he said, “if you know what’s good for you. Dr. Fox, join us for brunch upstairs?”

“Yes, Captain, that would be grand,” he said. “Nothing works up the appetite like a proper fucking.”

He turned to me and smiled a sleepy grin. He tipped an imaginary hat.

“Best examination I’ve ever had the pleasure of being a part of, Ms. Dunn.”

Now that my body was no longer confusing me with desire, my mind was settled. These two assholes would never get another chance at taking my pride. At soiling my innocence. I did what I had to do. I got what I needed.

My future with Ashton was secure. I had the noose that could forever hang above Captain Barclay’s neck.

Thank god.

I couldn’t wait to hug Ashton. To hug away what just happened. To forget how much I liked it. To remember how much I hated my first time with two men I didn’t love.

I was going to take my future with Ashton. Fuck that. That wasn’t enough. I was going to take my parent’s home back too. My home. If Captain Barclay didn’t cooperate with everything I demanded, his son and wife were going to hear a very long and painful recording of their dad and husband and his lackey doctor taking an innocent girl. Against her will.
 

It would sound that way at least. Reality was less certain.

Hell, maybe I could even get them both thrown in prison. I had the evidence.

“I’ll have a steward come by in ten minutes,” Captain Barclay said. “Get yourself presentable for brunch.”

“Yes, sir.”

They finished straightening their clothes and then left without another word.

Thank god it was over.

I lunged inside my purse and grabbed my phone. I thumbed it on and checked the recording app.

The counter showed 00:00:00.

Oh fuck.

I had no recording. Nothing. No proof of what just happened. Nothing to hold over Captain Barclay’s head. Nothing to assure my future with Ashton. No leverage to regain my parent’s home.

Nothing.

Not a single fucking thing.

Okay, one thing. The guarantee that if I chose to stick by Ashton, Captain Barclay and Dr. Fox would demand another inspection.
 

The thought brought vomit into my mouth. I yanked paper towels from the dispenser and cleaned myself in the sink. The wet cum from my aching asshole. I gargled water, trying to remove the lingering taste of cum on my tongue. I washed my face, massaged my puffy eyes.
 

I finally pulled it together enough to get dressed. I tied my bra together in the middle. I slipped my sandals on and slumped on the table.

What a fucking nightmare. A hellish, endless oblivion.

The steward came a minute later and guided me through yet another endless series of hallways, doors, and sitting rooms. We finally arrived at the aft lounge. An enormous table sat in the middle of the room. A small group of people sat at one end.

Ashton rose as he saw me enter. His broad smile faded as he studied me.

I fell into his arms, stifling hot tears that were ready to fall as forceful as ever.

“Charlie, what’s wrong honey?”

The words cracked out.

“Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.”

Clearly, it was something.

Ashton’s mother rose from her place next to the head of the table, where Captain Barclay sat with a satisfied leer.

“Charlotte Dunn,” she said, “welcome to our table. I am Ashton’s mother, Virginia Goldberg Barclay.”

She wore a long white, draping dress. She was slender, cool elegance. Such a contrast to the hot paunch that was her husband.

She laid a gentle hand on my shoulder and smiled. Concern and warmth obvious and so unexpected. She led me to a seat next to hers. Ashton sat on the other side of me.

She took a napkin and dabbed at the tears that streamed down my cheeks.

“I’d like to know what a beautiful girl like yourself, with a beautiful boy like mine, should be crying about.”

I glanced at Captain Barclay. His eyes froze the air with cold warning. I looked down at my lap, to my fidgeting hands.

I wanted to tell the truth. To expose them and their treatment of me. But I couldn’t. I had no proof. It was my word against theirs. It was air against rock. Ashton would be ripped from my life. I would die, as surely as if my heart had been ripped out.

He was my heart. In the realest possible way. I’d die without his heart beating blood through my veins. It was that real. He made me real. He made me whole.

I couldn’t say a word.

“I’m fine,” I said. “I’m fine.”

“I think not,” Virginia said. “I know fine. At least have memories of it. And you are not fine.”

She turned to Captain Barclay on her left.

“Howard, would you like to tell me why this young lady is in total disarray?”

Captain Barclay’s eyes flew open. He hemmed and hawed, not saying much of anything. He coughed to clear his throat.