Elizabeth Smith sat crossed legged in the private office of Dr. Paul Harvard, Reproduction Specialist. She and her husband, Jacob, had came here nearly a year ago in hopes that Dr. Harvard could help them to conceive. They had learned at their second visit that Jacob's sperm count was low; very low in fact. And that conceiving with his sperm was next to impossible. But, they went ahead and tried the invetro anyway; three times in fact.

On the other hand, Elizabeth, or Liz as she prefered, was very fertile. She had seriously concidered several times about having an affair in hopes of getting pregnant. If she did, she would just tell Jacob that it was a "miracle". She was now here, in Dr. Harvard's office, to find out the results of the latest pregnancy test.

Looking around the room, Liz stared at all of the diplomas and certificates that Dr. Harvard had. She remembered thinking that he had to be in his 50's when they first visited because of all of them. But, it wasn't so. Jacob and she had been totally surprised to find out that he was only thirty-two. He was just a few years older than Jacob and five older than her. And handsome. WOW! Was he ever handsome. The total opposite of Jacob in fact. The last two times that she and Jacob had had sex, she had fantisized that it was Dr. Harvard she was fucking and not her husband.

In the hallway Liz could hear Dr. Harvard's voice. "No you go on home, Tina," his deep voice said, "I'll lock up. This is only a consulting visit with Mrs. Smith today. Thanks anyway. See you Monday." She heard the voices of two woman saying "good-bye" before hearing the noise of the door closeing. There was a pause before he entered his office. Liz was sure that he was looking at her chart as most doctors do before entering the room.

The door opened and there stood that six foot tall handsome hunk of a doctor. His black hair looked like it had been trimmed recently. His face was shaved, except for his mustache and connecting beard on his chin. The style seemed to highlight his hazel eyes. Oh yeah. Liz would eagerly lay back and let him fuck her pussy any time, anywhere, any position.

Dr. Paul Harvard walked into his office and sat down behind his large maghony desk. His eyes never left the chart in front of him. He was honestly afraid to look at her. He had seen her when she had first came into the waiting room earlier. He noticed that once again, she was alone.

Thinking back, Dr. Harvard thought of how Liz's short blonde hair hung just above her shoulders. Her sunglasses had covered her eyes, but he knew that they were a deep brown color. She wore a white, button up shirt, with no sleeves and large side openings. The bottom of it tied in a cute little knot just above her navel. The short demni skirt she wore barely covered her ass. Her long legs flowed down and into a pair of clear high heels that made her look like an angel walking on air. So many times he had laid alone in his bed and thought of her. What he'd give to "help" her conceive a child. It was all he could do to keep from "helping" her right now.

Finally looking up, he said, "Mrs. Smith, I'm sorry but the latest test has come back negative. That's three right." He flipped through his notes to make it look good, but he already knew that it was three times. How could anyone forget looking at that perfect pussy three times. He had stared at it as he inserted semen into it, wishing that is was his dick instead.

"Yes," Liz answered. "Three times. That's correct."

"Well," Dr. Harvard continued, "other than adoption, or trying your husband's sperm again, the only suggestion I have is using sperm from one of our donors. Like I told you and your husband before, you can look at the donor profiles and choose which one you feel comes the closest to matching your husband. Three tries with the husband's sperm is most that I really like to try. If it doesn't take after the thrid time, it most usually won't."

Dr. Harvard watched as Mrs. Smith uncrossed and then crossed her legs. "MMM Those panties look good," he thought to himself. Looking upwards, he notice that he could clearly see down her shirt. The top two buttons were left open and in turn a large gap occured. He could easily see her entire breasts through the lacy white bra she wore; even the little pink nipples were visibly seen. Her breasts would easily be a handful for him. He could feel his cock stirring in his own pants and was thankful for the desk that hid his rapidly growing hardon.

Liz smiled as she watched Dr. Harvard looking her over; his eyes stopping at her breasts. Pulling the shirt further apart and leaning forward some, she watched as his eyes widened as he got a better a view. She knew from the way he too leaned forward that he was very interrested in what he was seeing.

"And do you help your patients any, doctor," Liz asked sexily. "By that, I mean, do you help the woman satisify their desire?"

"No," Dr. Harvard whispered, "but I'd sure as hell love to try and help you right now. Satisify your desire that is." His eyes never left her breasts as long as she sat there.

Getting up, Liz watched the doctor as she walked around his desk, pulling her already short skirt up for him to stare directly at her G-string as she did. His eyes never left it. She stood before him. "Well," she said, raising his chin up so that their eyes met, "Why don't you help me with that problem right now then?" She smiled at him as she undone the knot at the bottom of her shirt before undoing the remaining buttons. It easily slide down her long slender arms as soon as she brushed it aside.

Liz cooed as Dr. Harvard's large hands rubbed her hard nipples through the lacy white material. "MMM Doctor," she moaned as he pinched and rolled them between his thumb and index fingers. Her pussy wettened instantly from the pleasureable pain. Reaching behind herself, Liz unhooked the bra and let it slide from her shoulders.

"Let me help you," Dr. Harvard said as he quickly removed the bra and tossed it on top of her shirt on the floor. He was now mesimerized by her breasts. Leaning forward, he took one into his mouth a gently suckled at it while he massaged the other. He could hear Liz moaning as he did. His cock felt as if it would exploded if it wasn't soon freed from it clothe prision. Reaching down with one hand, he unbuckled his belt and undone his pants so that his hard cock could easily breathe. He hadn't worn underwear in several years so it eagerly sprang from it's holding cell.

Pulling Liz's G-string down, Dr. Harvard watched as she easily stepped her high heeled feet from it. Now, her neatly trimmed pussy was free for him to with as he pleased. Pushing her back onto his desk, he spread her legs wide. His thumb rubbed over her swollen clit. "Ohhh," he heard her moan. His tongue swiped at it. Again she moaned. A few more times he licked at it before sucking on it. He could fell her already wet pussy flow again with juices as she came. "MMM," he moaned as it flowed onto his tongue and face. He tasted her two more times before realizing what he was doing.

"Oh God," Dr. Harvard said, rolling his chair back from his desk. He stared at Liz for a moment before continuing. "We can't be doing this. It's unethical. I can lose my license. Not to mention, you're married. I've met your husband."

Liz slid from the desk. Getting on her knees before Dr. Harvard, she sexily said, "Who said anyone, including Jacob, had to know? What's that old saying. Oh yes, 'What they don't know won't hurt them.' Let's finish what we started here, doc."

Before Dr. Harvard had a chance to protest, Liz slipped his hard cock into her mouth. She made several long slow slides up and then down it before increasing her pace on it. "Oh Mrs. Smith," he said as she did. Liz liked the sound of him calling her that. It made her feel like a dirty whore; a cheap, sluty, husband cheating on, filthy dirty whore. "Oh Mrs. Smith," he moaned over and over as she sucked him. Placing her hand at the bottom of his shaft, she now sucked and stroked Dr. Harvard's cock. For several minutes Liz contiuned in this process. She felt Dr. Harvard's hands running through her hair. "I want to fuck you, Mrs. Smith," she heard him say. "I want to fuck you and then cum in your sweet pussy. I want to help you conceive the child you've always wanted."

Dr. Harvard sat on the couch at the opposite end of his office. His doctors smock and shirt still on, but unbuttoned and open. Liz had requested that he leave them on. She had said that it turned her on even more. With his pants pushed down to his ankles, he now guided his cock as Liz slipped her hot, tight pussy onto it. Her tits bounced in front of his face as she rode him. Occassionaly he would catch one with his mouth and suck as she bounce. His hands rubbed and gripped her ass as she slickened his hard cock with her juices. "That's it Mrs. Smith," he said, slapping her ass a few times. "Ride me. Ride my doctor cock."

"I love riding you doctor cock, Dr. Harvard," Liz panted.

For some time, Dr. Harvard sucked and played with Liz's tits as she rode him. "Let's switch," he said. "Lay on your side of the floor." He watched as Liz laid on her right side. Raising her left leg high, he rammed his cock back into her pussy. "Oh fuck, Mrs. Smith," he moaned, "your pussy feels so good. Your fucking pussy feels so fucking good." He could feel her pushing in rythem with him.

"Yeah," Liz screamed, "Fuck me. Cum in me Dr. Harvard. Give me your baby making cum. Do what my husband can't!"

With that Dr. Paul Harvard unloaded himself into his patient, Liz Smith. They laid there for a few minutes before Liz looked at the time.

"Shit," Liz exclaimed, reaching for her clothes, "Jacob will be home soon."

"Let me know if you need any more help, Mrs. Smith," Dr. Harvard said as he too dress. "I'll see you again soon," he said giving her a wink.

"Definately," Liz said as she left his private office.

Six weeks later Liz discovered that she was indeed pregnant. Months later, Dr. Harvard delivered a baby boy that look just like him. Jacob raised the boy as his own, though he did often wonder how come his wife still made regular visits to Dr. Harvard's office years after the birth. And of course, why his son looked a lot like Dr. Harvard.

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