More Than A Woman

Doctor Carter surveyed the gathering of ladies before him. Something wasn't
quite right, but he just couldn't put his finger on what it was. He had been
invited to speak on Female Reproductive Health but the women were neither
the charity driven older matrons or eager young housewives that he expected.
They were gathered in the private function room of a cosy country hotel.

In fact they looked more like a gaggle of hookers. Not that hookers wouldn't
be interested in learning about Reproductive Health. These women had the
catty, slutty, vixen looks that Doctor Carter secretly lusted after. They
all wore full make up; some had big teased hair and all of them seemed to be
sporting perfect breasts. It was almost as if he were addressing a club
whose membership depended on having had breast implants. They just looked
too good to be real.

Doctor Carter was glad that he had chosen to wear his navy blazer to the
engagement. It hid his thick cock that twitched in his slacks as he
fantasised about reproducing with his entire audience. The audience for
their part drank in the doctors good look's. With his jet black hair, pale
skin and piercing blue eyes he cut quite an impressive figure. They could
not help but notice the thick, black hair swirling across his upper chest.
His eyebrows were like two thick, black caterpillars across his brows. And
all this with cupid shaped, cherry red lips.

When his lecture was over Doctor Carter was invited to have a cup of tea
with the ladies. He eagerly accepted, before excusing himself to go take a
leak. While standing at the urinal one of the ladies walked into the
bathroom. Doctor Carter coughed to alert her to her mistake but she simply
sauntered up to the empty urinal next to him. As if it were the most natural
thing in the world she hitched up her skirt, pulled out a cock and began to
piss!

Doctor Carter stopped pissing in mid flow. He had to; his cock was beginning
to rise. He could not believe what he was seeing. Neither could he believe
that he was so turned on by it. It all made sense now. That something that
wasn't quite right that he couldn't put a finger on turned out to be a cock.
And he wanted to put more than a finger on it.