Blake and the Blowjobs . . . chapter 7

A young woman’s problems in a highly pornified future world.

(All characters in this story, that do anything erotic, are at least 18 years old)

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So with no morning fuck, Danny and I went to Doctor Heinlein's office. He had an appointment anyhow - he has terrible colds every spring. Doctor Heinlein sent Danny across the hall to Doctor Grieb who specializes in allergies and things, then she saw me. I've known Doctor Heinlein since my first squawk, so I told her everything, even about Blake, and showed him the diet site. She thumbed through it, then she weighed me and listened to my heart and took my blood pressure. "Go ahead," she told me, "but make it the thirty-day diet. I don't want you fainting in the classroom. I hope Blake’s cock is worth all of this trouble."

I guess I had counted on her to save me from my will power. "How about exercise?" I said hopefully. "I'm pretty active. Won't I need to eat more to offset it?" She roared. "Suckin’," he said, "do you know how far you would have to hike to burn up one chocolate malt? Sixteen kilometres! A blowjob is not as bad, you could burn that off with a brisk half-km hike. Exercising will help, but not much."

"How long do I keep this up?"- I asked faintly.

"Until you reach the weight you want - or until your character plays out." I marched out with my jaw set. If a girl doesn't have a figure or character either, what has she got left?

I needed my ride to school and had to wait for Danny to finish his appointment. So I sat in Doctor Heinlein's waiting room. There was a couple across from me who used their waiting time productively. So I watched. At first they were just kissing and she made a sandwich of her lower lips then upper lips and back again. Her hands squeezed his muscular buttocks, under his filmy shorts. I was really feeling warm, since I hadn't had a good morning fuck. His hands caressed circles around her bare breasts and slowly towards the nipples.

I started holding on my own breasts and with one finger flicked my nipples under the bra. God, I needed a fuck. . .

Now he is kissing her breasts frantically, She is moaning. He kisses his way down her belly to the prize peeking out from under her tiny skit.

Watching this show, I slide a hand down to my own kitty.

The attendant calls out, “Tart, Miss Tart the Doctor is ready for you now.”

She looked a frustrated, the guy was just about to go down on her, but got up and went in. I was frustrated too. I really need a hard rough fuck even more now. What do I have to do?