Date: Tue, 30 Jun 2009 05:07:47 EDT
From: Writersinterlude@aol.com
Subject: Number Nine, Doctor's Favourite

Number Nine, Doctor's Favourite ... Copyright Alex Carr

Actually I am without a guy now, and how glum it is. As you will know from
my stories Ned passed on and now Danny has done the dirty on me and I am
merely  one of his many achievements.
But I am left with memories so passionate  ...

I often wondered - when we were together and we fucked prolifically, why he
 kept saying I am his `number nine`, doctors favourite, me thinking it was
 because of the sex games he liked to play, like when he did a rectal
examination  on the premise that he was checking for medical abnormalities, me
enduring all  that for his kinky pleasure, but Hey! I shouldn't complain
because what  followed, and after that very soothing massage with coconut oil was
so gorgeous,  he knew how to make it last did Danny and always gave me the
most beautiful of  long wet fucks leaving me with `a hole in the middle' in
other words my hard  cock stretched hole lamenting there as he had me,
still bent on all fours, for  his `grandee oral pleasure'

Whereas Ned had other ways of gratifying his passion with me in the
allotment shed, I remember several times having  his various sized pricking  -out
dibbers planted in my ass as he sucked out my cock, and the so wonderful
times we spent with his cock planted comfortably in my mouth for that
memorable  inimitable taste of cock - and then the Waterloo when he planted his seed
into  me stretched high across the bench, he ramming my ass , his balls
slapping  against my   thighs as he gave me a typical  `Ned what for' as he
used to say.

But why has  Danny dumped me?, we had it made together, at least I  thought
so. He used to take pictures of me in different positions, who would  have
thought ....? Well, I'll come to that soon but now there is me wondering if
our last time, the last time we had sex was too much for him, well that's
what I  was thinking before ... well will tell you later ....he always enjoyed my
perversion  for tying ribbons around his well matured cock - I loved to do
it after a long  and deep pampering, him stretched across the sofa in his
nuddies and me sat on  the carpet next to him. Danny is a good eight inches of
pure quality  unadulterated cock - when I did it first time he adored it,
said we should try  it more often, after he'd enjoyed his customary spanking
of me, so there was I  sat neatly beside him, sniffing cock as I stretched
back his foreskin to portray  that wonderful example of cock-piece, that
beautiful jap-eye waiting to be  tasted and sucked and all the things I loved to
do with my tongue.

My last time with Danny I tried a yellow ribbon, like in the song, the one
which was tied around the old oak tree, it was a joke between us, me
insinuating  his cock was the size of a veritable oak! I teased that is how it
felt inside  me, like I was astride his branch of oak as it grew into me. But I
made a good  job of tying the ribbon around the base of his cock, nice and
tight so I could  see his whole shaft pulsing, I loved to see that, felt it
was pulsing for the  feel of my fuck, for the comfort of my hole
encompassing it, the whole works,  deep inside. I can still feel that sensation in my
mind, please come back, Danny  I miss you so, but I know he won't because he
has had his fill of me, or in our  case the other way around. His cock
hardening I watched it change colour to  blue,  sucked it blue, lamenting the
taste and pulsation  against my  busy tongue, sucking, sucking as his hands
bollocked  me, the way he  knew I adored, the way he knew would entice me to
well take advantage of his  cock, deep throating and feeling its red -end
slide into my throat, I'd learnt  to hold my breath for a full six minutes so
you can imagine just how thrilling  it was for both of us to enjoy those
precious moments. I was in my element,  gently feeling and squeezing his balls
as I deep sucked, my saliva wetting him  as, on releasing the ribbon,  he
oozed hot spunk into my mouth, I felt the  surge , I  sucked and sucked and
swallowed  him as quickly as he could  ooze, for me they were the most intimate
of intimate times when I swallowed his  cream.

But disappointment, the last time we arranged our ongoing sessions, he
never turned up. No reason why wither. He left me so in the lurch. But I was to
 find out I was just another of his `accomplishments' he had well and
truly used  me, all my attributes and my well fucked arse as well, and didn't he
fuck me the  last time we were together, it was the most rough Danny had
been, it hurt me as  he fucked me sideways, on top and scissors fashion - he
told me my hole was as  wide as can be, that he had to get a shot of that,
ordered me to bend this was  and that to get the right shot, now I know why...

It was about a month later I received a letter from him, a big brown
envelope actually, inside A note saying  he had to move on to number ten,  but
for his number nine I had served him well, then out slid a couple of large
photographs. of his bedroom wall presumably, nine pictures plastered all over
it, and beside each picture a trophy . A pair of undies pinned beside each
picture. I recognised mine immediately  - number nine written beside, he'd
wanked me in those red boxers too, the last time we met, now I realised why
he  wanted to take them with him.
I was merely another collection, another trophy  stuck to his wall! Number
nine Doctor's  favourite!