Just like a man, Betty thought. All he can think of is going back to work. Doesn't he know how much I miss him at the house? Especially… that way… in bed. How much I miss his big hard cock up inside my belly and the way he holds me and makes love to me? Why didn't he say that, instead of wanting to go back to work?
"And what did he tell you, Johan?" she asked.
"Oh, he wouldn't say," Johan said, freeing her hand and taking it inside his, pulling her closer to the side of the bed. "A few more days. I've got to wait until all my tests are finished, so they can decide what happened to me."
"Probably just something I ate. Just not like me to pass out like that out cold on the floor in my department." Betty had been so intent up on listening to his words she hadn't noticed what he was doing with his hands, with her hands.
His cock told her what he was doing. It was hot and hard and feverish against her hand. He had pulled her hand beneath the sheet and right to his crotch, where his erection was waiting.
"Oh, God, Betty!" Johan said. "I want you so much. You don't know how painful it is, being in here, away from you. See? Just feel it. That's how much I want you. Just hold it a bit. Squeeze it, make me know you miss your big daddy thing!"
Embarrassed, Betty Sue's face turned red with her sudden blushing. She quickly looked over her shoulder toward the other bed to see if the other patient could see the wanton thing Johan was forcing her to do.
"Oh," she said, trying to smile, because she knew Johan would want her to hold his cock, "we mustn't, dear. Not here. Not like this. Someone might see us and…"
"Bullshit," Johan said, "give me some head! Just a little, Betty, please! You know I never ask you to do it, except when it's really necessary. I know you think it's wrong, but it really isn't. Go ahead, just kiss it on the end. Take just the head of it into your mouth and…"
Betty Sue pulled her hand away from Johan's big hard cock and stepped back from the bed, her blush deepening. "Silly," she said, fighting for composure, "you'll just have to wait until you get home. After all, it's as hard on me as it is on you. Believe it or not, I want you too… that way. You know…"
"Come on, baby," Johan persisted. "I swear my cock's going to explode if I don't get off soon. You've just got to help me cum."
"Oh, Johan!" Betty Sue said. "Stop it now! You're embarrassing me. If you keep this up, I'll just have to go back home."
"Well, kiss me at least," Johan said, opening his arms again, "before you go."
"Okay," Betty Sue said, moving toward the bed, "but no more tricks. Promise?"
"I promise," Johan said, pulling her down on top of him, his lips locking around hers, his tongue probing deeply and moving in an in-and-out fucking rhythm, leaving no doubt as to exactly what it was he wanted to be doing with his big randy cock inside her juice slick pussy. He rolled his hips slightly until Betty Sue could feel the long fat form of his rigid cock pressing against the flat flesh of her belly. Her pussy spasmed again and flexed emptily, demanding her attention.
She pulled back from his embrace, breaking the kiss, and smiling at him again. "You're certainly feeling well enough to go home, dear," she said. "I do hope it'll be soon. Promise me you'll keep that until we can use it up in our bed."
"Oh, God," Johan said, groaning in genuine agony.
"Erik sends his love, dear," she said. "And so does Barbara Jean. In fact, she asked if she can come visit you one of these afternoons. I said it's okay. Do you mind?"
"No, Betty, I don't mind," he said, "but I'd rather see Erik."
"Never mind, you'll be home soon," Betty Sue said, blowing him a kiss from halfway across the room, knowing it would be dangerous to let him gab her again. "Bye for now, dear. Phone me if you need anything special."
Betty Sue almost collided with Dr. William Montgomery in the hospital corridor. As he looked up at her, recognition dawning in his eyes, he grinned evilly. Betty Sue was frightened by the sparkling gleam in his eyes.
Quickly, he gripped her arm tightly and pulled her into a room across the hallway. "I must have a few words with you, Mrs. Swensen," he said.
Sputtering, Betty Sue found herself propelled through a doorway into a small examination room. There was an automatic click behind them, like the sound of a door locking, but she didn't pay any attention to the sound, being so confused by the doctor's abrupt movements. He pushed her down onto an examining table and bent right over her, pushing her back and forcing her flat against the plastic padding.
"I realize it excited you, Mrs. Swensen," he said, "to watch me with that little tramp. It's Betty, isn't it? Such a nice name for such a nice, decent housewife."
Betty suddenly realized her arms had been bound by leather straps and that the doctor was raising her legs, fitting her feet into stirrups, the kind used for gynecological examinations.
Oh, God, NO! she thought. This can't be happening, none of it!
Whimpering like a little puppy, she said, "You beast, what do you think you're doing? I'll have you put in jail for this!"
"No you won't, my dear," he said, tying her feet to the cold chrome fixtures. No matter how hard she struggled, she was completely helpless, nearly spread-eagle, her ass tilted slightly upward and her legs spread almost painfully wide. "In fact, Betty, you're going to enjoy every minute of it. I'm leaving your mouth free, so you call out as bud as you want to. I don't care if you let everyone know what I'm doing. Scream! I'll just say you offered me payment in this fashion for taking care of your husband. Who do you think they'll believe, Betty, a prim housewife or a well-known professional man?"
Dr. Montgomery picked up a sharp scalpel and pulled Betty's skirt up out of the way, folding it back over her belly and looking down at her pretty pink panties. He smiled and began, humming as he cut them away, as if performing surgery, finally holding the shreds up for her to see before returning directly to her genitalia.
"You're so helpless, Betty," he said. "Just exactly the way you've always wanted to be. I can do anything to you, here… and here… and especially here, and you can't resist. I've taken away all elements of decision making on your part, and the only thing you have left is the enjoyment."
As he talked, he probed around her cuntal lips, testing them and pulling them slightly apart, tickling her clitoris and looking directly into her cunt that was already moistly unfolding, the fatty lips gasping slightly in surrender.
Dr. Montgomery quickly opened his pants and pushed them off his feet, along with his blue boxer shorts, and he stood in front of her. His cock, she noticed, wasn't nearly as big as Johan's beauty, but it was different, and gnarled looking, all covered with veins and freckles. His cockhead, too, was quite different from Johan's, broader and with a flared ridge that stood out quite prominently.
"Now just a few sucks, Betty, to get it all slick and primed," he said, lifting his cock shaft and dropping it down right on top of her face. It smacked hard across her nose and fell to her lips where he forced her to open her mouth and to taste it. It slid into her throat, almost gagging her with foulness and bad taste. The odor of his sex was heavy and heady, bringing all her shame and righteous indignation to the fore.
Still, as he had said, she was helpless. There was nothing she could do but endure his depravity. Slowly, she mouthed his cockhead, feeling it grow larger and harder against her tongue and the sides of her mouth.
"See?" he said. "Didn't I tell you you'd enjoy it? I bet you never suck cock. Does Johan beg you to do it for him? No, Betty my bitch, you're much too good to suck cock, aren't you?"
He pulled his cock out of her mouth and held it like a club, striking her all about the face with it, leaving her features streaked with her own spittle and the oozing, drooling precum that rolled gently from the piss hole at the end of his cock shaft.