WHAT THE HELL!!!

Anna's POV I couldn't stop. I didn't even want to. After that day on Dr Hale's desk, it was like a slutty switch was switched inside me. My body craved his c**k constantly. Every day I found one stupid excuse or the other to go to the hospital. “It's a follow-up checkup,” I told the receptionist. “I have some questions about my results,” I told a nurse another time. They never questioned it. Why would they? I was Marcus' patient. Also, Dr Hale was ever happy to “see” me. We f****d everywhere in that hospital. In his office, the door locked, with me bent over his desk, panties around my ankles while he pounded my dripping snatch from behind. His fat tool stretches my cunt walls wide, balls slapping my c**t with every brutal thrust. Sometimes, we would deceive ourselves into a physical exam, but instead of a checkup using medical tools, it was his tongue buried in my p***y. He licked and sucked on my swollen c**t until I squirted all over his face. Then, he'd ram his fat meat inside me, f*****g me so hard the table shook. We never used condoms. Not once. I knew deep down we were being reckless as f**k, but it was so good with his bare c**k pulsing inside me, filling me with hot c*m. I was d**k whipped. My husband, Tom, was barely home, but this time I didn't give a f**k. We hadn't even had s*x for a month now. With him always saying he was tired or wasn't in the mood. It's like he thought a baby would fall from the sky. But I didn't really care. Dr Hale's c**k was keeping me filled and satisfied. My phone buzzed with a text. Marcus. COME TO THE OFFICE, NOW! I NEED YOU. It was already late, and Tom wasn't at home, so there was no excuse not to go. I got myself ready, then drove to the hospital. My p***y is already thumping like a heartbeat. I walked straight to his office with nobody to stop me. I didn't even bother knocking, just opened it and locked it behind me. Dr Hale was leaning against his desk, watching like a predator. I dropped at that stare, thighs clenching. I didn't even bother with putting on panties because what's the use? "You're late," he said in a low voice. I didn't answer, just walked over and dropped to my knees between his spread thighs. I worked his zipper down, pulling his heavy c**k from his briefs. He felt so warm in my palm. My hand couldn't even go around him; he was that thick. I thumped the shiny c**k head, which was leaking precum, as I jacked him off slowly. Without giving him time to adjust, I took him deep in my hot mouth. Moaning around the thick length, blocking my airways. He groaned, his thick fingers wrapping in my hair. "f**k, you slut. That's it, suck my cock." I did. I made it messy, slurping on his c**k and massaging the exposed length I couldn't take in. I gagged hard, his c**k restricting my airflow, which made my cunt tighten around nothing. He f****d my throat hard, until tears ran down my face. Then, he pulled his c**k out of my mouth, pulled me up, spinning me around as he bent me over his desk. Yanking my dress up, as cool air brushed my ass. “You didn't even wear panties. You really love my c**k, don't you?” he growled in my ear. "f**k yes..." I moaned. He shoved his wet c**k in me. f*****g me with brutal, rough strokes. “You're so f*****g wet,” he hissed. " Always ready to bounce on my cock." I moaned loudly, my throat sore from the f*****g it got. He f****d me like he couldn't get enough. I loved that I could make this man lose all control because of my p***y. He placed one hand on the back of my neck, pinning me to his deck. Spit pooled in my mouth as he f****d my p***y raw. “God! Marcus....you're going to make my p***y come," I whined, my n*****s rubbing on his desk. My p***y felt so sensitive, with his c**k slamming it with no mercy. His rough fingers were currently rubbing my c**t. I came hard, screaming his name as my p***y clenched his c**k. Marcus didn't stop, his stamina was one to be applauded. “Take my c**k, you married w***e” he snarled. "Take every f*****g inch." He came hard, his c*m flooding my walls. Pulling out from my slack cunt, his c*m trickled down my legs. He kissed the back of my neck, massaging my ass. “You okay?” I nodded, too f****d up to answer. After that day, my body felt weird. I threw up at any single smell. Always feeling tired and sleepy. At first, I blamed it on stress, or bad food. But it got worse; I could barely get out of bed, and Tom was threatening to take me to the hospital. I told him I'll go by myself. But I didn't, going to a pharmacy, I bought a pregnancy stick. Praying to anyone hearing that it better be the flu. How wrong I was. There it was. Two pink lines. I was pregnant. With Marcus' baby. Fuck!