I love your dick

Neither one of us had any idea at the time how big this would really turn out to be. The response was overwhelming. We seriously had no idea.

**

I had managed to locate what had in fact been a once private office in the middle of town. It was big enough to accommodate several examination rooms, a waiting room, nurses station, receptionist and everything else that was needed. Being close friends with some of the people at the soap who worked behind the scenes and had a prop room full of unused equipment, it was easy for me to buy up a lot of old and somewhat used or worn out props for almost next to nothing. Other things we needed were easy enough to obtain through medical supply warehouses where my name, fame actually got me a discount.

Within weeks we actually had an office that looked as real as any other you might actually walk into. We even had rows and rows of medical files hanging, most of which would eventually contain the actual information and fantasies of our clients. We would in fact in time operate much like a real live clinic, only none of our patients would be really sick, and all of whom would come in, willing to pay and pretend that they actually were. We had also decided that early on, we’d entertain each and every fantasy that was presented to us, only turning down those we felt were simply too far out there, or too outlandish to actually do.

Though even those were far and few between. The additional money we mentioned right up front for the more elaborate situations didn’t cause any of those particular clients/patients to even bat an eyelash over. They were willing to pay as long as they got what they wanted.

We opened the clinic with a sign hanging out front, which read simply “Dr. Dick’s”. We paid for a posted security guard at the door, who scrutinized everyone coming in. No one got through into the clinic unless they had a coded card sent to them in the mail.

A code that we then tied into the files hanging in our office. Most every name used we knew were fictitious ones, which was fine. Part of our promise to our clients was to treat them in the same manner as with any Doctor-Patient confidentiality. We’d sent out hundreds, if not thousands of questionnaires well beforehand, asking everyone to fill them out in as complete detail as possible.

We asked some very personal, intimate questions as well, giving them all the opportunity to answer them, but only if they were comfortable in doing so. Every one of them came back fully completed. As we began scheduling and making appointments, Leo realized we had more than enough to keep us in practice for the next year, including all holidays and weekends off, not to mention four weeks of scheduled vacation, something we’d eventually work around by hiring a few other pretend doctors, if and when we needed to.

We’d even hired a full staff that would literally be working full time. A real receptionist, someone to take and schedule appointments, interns, physician assistants, nurses, the whole nine yards. People from nearly every walk of life who either wanted to play the role in the office, or who simply wanted to come in for a physical examination by either myself, or another member of my staff.

Leo quit his job as an agent and came to work in the office full time.

**

I thought it was only fair to schedule the very first appointment with Shirley. When I first contacted her and told her what we’d done, and that it was partially on her advice, she was thrilled. I then told her to fill out one of our personal intimate questionnaires, give us specifics about what it was she wanted, expected during the course of her examination, and then we’d simply take it from there.

She did. After receiving it I of course showed it to Leo, sat down with the rest of my staff, and literally worked up a script so that we’d all be prepared by the time she showed up for her appointment. Some would have small roles, others larger ones. Everyone would get paid accordingly, most of them earning more money in a single hour than they would have in an entire day.

Shirley was early for our first appointment.

We were well prepared for our first patient’s fantasy, a rather strange one as it turned out, but well worth the money in performing.

Some of the actual hired staff would be in the waiting room, sitting as patients waiting to be seen. Gloria, our nurse/receptionist, would be antagonistic, sitting there doing her nails more than actually attending to anyone, Shirley, or rather Mrs. Brown would eventually get upset and demand to be seen. Gloria would ignore her of course, informing her that Dr. Dick was running a little behind schedule, and that he’d see her in due order. She’d eventually get fed up with that, barge through into the hallway, and then into one of the examination rooms demanding an explanation. She’d find one waiting for her when she did.

Everyone was prepared, ready and waiting the moment she walked into the office. When I saw the little red light go on over my head, I knew it was show time.

The fun part for me was, I actually got to fuck one of the nurses.

Rose, a very cute buxom little blonde was at the moment sitting in one of our examination chairs, her feet in the stirrups, legs spread. She had on a nurses uniform, along with a hat of course, me currently between her legs, a Dr.’s coat complete with a stethoscope around the neck. My dick currently sliding in and out of that extremely wet very aroused pussy. Rose wasn’t pretending to enjoy it either, though neither was I.

“I want to know why the hell…” Shirley said bursting into the room, suddenly seeing and finding the two of us fucking there together as she looked on us with disgust, shock and initial alarm.

“Sorry Doctor Dick…” Gloria said, having come in right behind her. “She slipped by me before I could catch her.”

“That’s ok nurse,” I said, turning around. “I’ll handle this myself.”

Of course Shirley was by now staring straight down at my blood engorged cock.