One Month Later

I took a moment to sip my drink and enjoy the sight before me. I was lounging on a deck chair, baking in the sun as my staff and I took some well-deserved time off. Cora and Candee were engaged in a spirited game of pool volleyball. Spirited on Cora’s side, at least. Candee seemed to be having a blast, while Cora was grunting with effort and diving for every ball.

That might have had something to do with the reward that I’d promised; if Cora could beat Candee, I’d award her another gold star and she’d be three-tenths of the way to getting some time spent unlocked. After a month spent in the belt, she was desperate for any kind of release and was diving after Candee’s serves and spikes with manic energy. (I was glad that we’d upgraded Cora to the stainless-steel model so that little pool-time excursions like this didn’t threaten to rust her belt shut!)

For all Cora’s effort, she still couldn’t match Candee’s height and natural athleticism. I had never been much of a women’s sports guy, but that would have changed in a hurry if they all looked as good as she did. She slapped back Cora’s serve with a contemptuous ease, laughing and taunting the other woman the entire time.

“Oh, you almost got that one! It was sooooooo close! Say, can you think of anything else that got sooooooo close?”

Candee’s eyes sparkled with a mischievous gleam.

“I know! Maybe… Cora’s pussy, during her shower time yesterday?”

I’d put Candee in charge of supervising Cora during any time that she spent unlocked, including showering. Candee had devised quite a protocol: Cora would be made to stand in a shower stall with her hands on her head and her legs shoulder width apart, while Candee delicately hosed her down with a handheld nozzle. Apparently, Cora had gotten desperate enough that the simple feel of water on her needy, greedy cunt was nearly enough to bring her to a climax.

Candee had learned to ease up the flow enough to keep the poor slut on the edge for the entire shower, desperately trying to get enough stimulation to get off. Not likely with Candee holding the nozzle, though. I’d started to appreciate that my head nurse had quite the sadistic streak and loved denying other women orgasms almost as much as she loved cumming her own brains out on my cock.

Plus, there was the side benefit that once Cora was out of the shower (and safely re-belted, of course), she was so delirious with lust that she would beg to be allowed to drop to her knees and eat out Candee right there on the bathroom floor. I’d spied the two of them engaging in just that kind of tribadism over the past week, but I’d generously allowed it to continue. I think she appreciated the gesture, as she always made sure to be extra attentive to my needs after I let her receive a tongue-lashing from our receptionist.

Any fool can learn medicine from a book, but it takes a genius physician to know how to adequately motivate their staff to ensure that their practice is a place of recovery for everyone who walks through their doors. I’d never be so gauche as to label myself that, of course, but I’d like to think that my results speak for themselves.

With a final spike of the ball that sent a splash of water into Cora’s face, Candee raised her arms in victory.

“That’s game, set, and match to me!”

Candee climbed out of the pool and sat on the edge, still dripping wet. She was wearing her go-to “pool day unform,” a white bikini top with a scarlet cross emblazoned on each breast. She had told me that Clara Barton had been one of her heroes, and I’d made sure that she had plenty of Red Cross-themed lingerie and beachwear. It was my little way of recognizing that a nurse’s job is never truly done.

She wrung out her straight blonde hair with her hands before tossing her head back, luxuriating in the summer sunlight and giving me a friendly wave. I waved back, careful not to spill my drink.

Candee continued to impress me with every day that we worked together. Her knowledge of patients’ needs and treatment options was truly astounding, and I’d started to let her handle some of the more routine cases on her own. It’s always a pleasure to watch one’s subordinates blossom into fully-fledged medical professionals in their own right.

Cora stayed sulking at the edge of the pool. I whistled to get her attention.

“Come on, Cora, don’t be a sore loser! Keep a smile on that face and I might just let you replace Maddie over here in a little bit. Until then, why don’t you and Candee have a rematch?”

Cora tried to put on a chipper grin.

“Whatever you say, doc!”

It might have been cruel to give Cora false hope, but I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I wasn’t likely to switch out Maddie as my chief cocksucker anytime soon. Truthfully, I’d gotten my fill of Cora during our week-straight fuckathon. I was a guy who preferred a bit more variety.

I looked down at Maddie who continued to worship my shaft as I ran my fingers through her curly brown hair. She glanced up at me, smiled around a mouthful of cock, then went back to bobbing her head with a steady rhythm.

Her mother, Stephanie, stood next to her, cooing encouragement.

“That’s my baby girl. Show your new stepdaddy how glad we are that he’s taking care of us now.”

I had to admit, administering Maddie’s care personally was one of my best medical decisions yet. Maddie’s father had held an eye-popping life insurance policy before he passed away, and that money had been just sitting in their bank accounts collecting dust. Left to their own devices, the girls would have probably frittered it away on banalities like food and higher education. After I’d married Stephanie in a whirlwind ceremony in Vegas, I knew that I’d have to provide an acceptable standard of living for both of the girls. I was the man of the house, now, and I took my familial responsibilities just as seriously as my professional ones.

At my encouragement, they’d upgraded to a larger house. Plenty of bedrooms for patient care if I needed to bring my work home with me, as well as the lovely pool that we were currently enjoying. Not to mention an impressive privacy fence. Doctor-patient confidentiality was important, after all.

They’d also spent a healthy sum on enlarging Maddie’s bust to match her mother’s. The younger Smith girl had already had healthy C cups, but they couldn’t compare to the impressive DDs that her mom was boasting. They’d asked me if I wanted to perform the procedure myself, but I was happy to refer them out to a professional colleague. Given my fantastic bedside manner, it would be a waste of my talents if I decided to become a surgeon, you know?

I’d also encouraged them to become more similar in other aspects, to help with Maddie’s treatment. On my recommendation, my wife had started going by “Stephie” to better match their names and had thrown out most of her old clothes.

She had been hesitant when I first ordered her to, but she quickly changed her tune when I explained how crucial her outfit would be to helping Maddie with her therapy. After a long day of caring for patients, how was I supposed to get it up for my step-daughter unless her and her mother were dressed like identical schoolgirl sluts?

I had generously furnished the matching wardrobes from their bank account, and the two were proudly sporting matching black bikinis today. (In fairness, they weren’t totally uniform, since Maddie’s tits had fallen out of her top during her last bout of deepthroating, but I wouldn’t hold it against them.)

The two of them had been eager to show me their gratitude for their shopping spree, and we’d spent the morning whiling away the lazy hours in bed while they treated me to a mother-daughter titfuck. Maddie had graduated high school with honors and was talking about going to college, but I’d quickly convinced her that it was better for her to stay home and help her mother keep house.

A man in my position couldn’t very well heal the world’s ills unless he had a loving family to come home to.

I leaned back in my chair and gently shook my drink, clinking the ice cubes together and letting Stephie know that it was time for another mojito. She scooped the cup out of my hands and jogged to the kitchen for a refill, gingerly stepping over her daughter kneeling by my chair as Maddie continued to blow me.

Even in moments of relaxation like these, a doctor like me couldn’t help thinking about how to best help my other patients. Tomorrow morning, I had an appointment with Emily Phillips, a charming young woman who I had been helping to overcome some discomfort with her own libido. A conservative Christian, she had a deep-seated desire to be dominated by a woman, and was afraid about what that said about her own sexuality. Not to worry. Nurse Candee and I had a treatment plan developed that would help her to understand that as a mature woman, her sexual urges were nothing to be ashamed of. Really, her desires merely indicated a healthy bisexuality that could be best expressed by being forced to act as a fluffer-fucktoy for myself and my favorite nurse. 

I imagined that within just three sessions, we could get her to understand that her true calling was to be a collared pleasure doll for any man or woman who desired her. And after that, who knew? But with caring and competent medical care, I was sure that Miss Phillips could be molded into the woman she was always meant to be.  

Stephie came running back, drink in hand. She kissed me on the lips and set it beside me. “I’m sorry that took me so long, my love. I had to muddle some fresh mint. It looks like you’re almost ready to finish. Can I help speed Maddie up?”

At a nod from me, she took two fistfuls of her daughter’s hair in her grip, wrapping them tightly around her palm before clinching it in her fist.

“Madison Lee Smith, your stepfather is almost ready to finish and you’re lazing through this blowjob like oxygen is more important to you than his cock. Is that true?”

Her daughter shook her head without taking her mouth off my cock, letting out a muffled “Mnnph-Mnnph.”

“Good. Because I know that I didn’t raise an ungrateful bitch who would ever put anything ahead of giving her stepfather the kind of throatfuck he deserves.”

With that last word, she took hold of her daughter’s hair and started forcing Maddie to deepthroat my cock, shoving her up and down my shaft like a fleshlight.

Just as I was getting close, she leaned towards me without interrupting her daughter’s rhythm.

“Happy one-month anniversary, honey. Can I ask for a present?”

“Anything,” I grunted.

Her eyes shone.

“Will you please cum down my daughter’s throat?”

With that, I erupted, blasting Maddie’s throat with my semen and pulling her mother in for a kiss. We stayed like that for a long moment, just the three of us. As I broke my kiss with Stephie, she laid her hand on my chest, murmuring in my ear.

“I love you so much. Thank you for taking ownership of us.”

“Blech.” Maddie had pulled herself off my cock and was sitting at the foot of the pool chair, making a face. “You know, you guys don’t have to say that kind of mushy stuff when I’m right here. Even when my mouth is stuffed with your delicious daddy dick, it’s not like anything is blocking my ears.”

Stephie raised her hands in mock surrender.

“Okay, okay. How about this. You go inside and rinse out that mouth of yours, and I’ll wait until you’re gone to tell your amazing stepfather that he’s the man of my dreams and I can’t wait to spend the rest of both our lives serving him?”

Maddie rolled her eyes.

“Moooooommmm, stop it! It’s one thing to tell him that our tight little pussies belong to him, or that we’re grateful that he made us into a matching set of cumsluts, but ‘man of my dreams,’ really? Could you get any more cornball?”

Her mother smirked at her. “Too cornball? Well then, how about this.”

She turned back to me.

“Dear, I love you so much. I love you when I wake up, and I love you when I fall asleep next to you. But when I see you with your cock down my daughter’s throat or buried in her ass… that’s when I love you the most.”

Maddie clapped her hands over her ears. “LA LA LA LA! I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” She ran inside pretending to drown out her mother’s voice as Stephie and I chuckled.

I turned back to my wife.

“Don’t tell her, but that’s when I love you both the most, too.”

She smiled and gave me a teasing poke in the chest.

“You might have gone into the wrong specialty, dear. That big heart of yours makes you better suited for cardiology.”

Stephie smiled and stood up from the chair as her daughter re-emerged from the house, smelling of mouthwash. Maddie cuddled up to me in the deck chair, her legs intertwined with mine. I ran a finger through her hair and wondered if I should have her lighten it a shade to better match her mother, or if I liked the contrast in color when they were giving me a joint blowjob. 

I shrugged and pushed it from my mind. That kind of minor stuff didn’t bother me too much. Honestly, I should count my blessings. My family life was great and my practice was thriving.

Frankly, I’d always known that a man of my talents was destined to be a first-rate medical practitioner, but I spared a thought for my unmet benefactor who had set this all into motion when he’d met with Dr. Candace Powers and talked her into becoming Candee, my lead nurse.

Candee had mentioned that her mysterious ‘consultant’ was several weeks overdue to return to the office. According to Candee, the last thing that he had told her was that he had to fly to Zurich to “personally meet” with several of the Miss Europe contestants. Lucky bastard. I was apprehensive at first, afraid that he would storm back into the clinic, furious that I had been interfering with his carefully-crafted setup.

But as time passed, I found myself relaxing more and more. Doctors like me had learned to trust our gut instincts. Call it clinical acumen, or keenly honed medical intuition, but in my experience, I was rarely wrong. Wherever this guy was, I had a strong feeling that he was never going to show up again.

And without his specter hanging over me, everything was perfect.

Well, nearly perfect. The sun was starting to really beat down on me, and the Smith’s patio was totally unshaded. With the glare, it would be hard to watch Candee destroy Cora in their second game of water volleyball.

Stephie was still standing at the feet of my chair, waiting for my drink orders. Or any orders, really. I snapped my fingers.

“Stephie, can you take like, two steps to your left? No, your other left – my left, anyway. One more step. Thaaaaat’s it. Stay right there.”

She had stepped directly between the sun and me, blocking the rays shining in my face with her toned shoulders and enormous bust. She looked down at me and her daughter snuggled together, and smiled as I tweaked Maddie’s nipple through her bikini top, eliciting a squeal of pleasure from the teenaged girl.

As I basked in Stephie’s silhouette, I let out a satisfied sigh.

“I guess this Shadow Doctor stuff isn’t too bad after all.”