All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a word of it occurred, nor would it.
Calling Dr. Love starring Kelli Berglund
by MaxwellLord
(MF, oral, cons)
*****
All things considered, Kelli Berglund considered herself a good catch. She was definitely loyal. Considerate? She thought so. Dependable, a good listener, friendly, understanding...all those checkmarks were hit. And of course, she was hot. She didn't think of it as being conceded to admit that. She could look in the mirror, and if that wasn't enough there was the sheer amount of phone numbers she got from men and women whenever she went out somewhere, regardless of whether she was with her boyfriend.
Which was why it perplexed her that whenever she asked for something simple, he was a no show. It's not like he did anything, like miss Kelli's birthday or skip out on Valentines or anything. It was the small things that when added up stopped being so small. Like Halloween parties. Kelli LOVED Halloween. She loved going all out. That included tonight, where she was pretty damn proud of her "sexy nurse from Hell costume". Kelli put a lot of thought into it and couldn't wait to see how her guy would react.
Kelli wouldn't get that chance however. He'd made other plans. On Halloween weekend! Any other time she might have accepted the blow off, but Halloween weekend? That was guaranteed nookie and he made plans out of state. "A bud's going away party," he told her, as if that made a bit of difference.
It was during times like that that Kelli had no problem wandering a little. After all, if she was going to look this fucking sexy, someone was going to appreciate it in the way it was meant to be appreciated. In her mind, this wasn't cheating. At least, not really. Cheating, to her, included a bit of self-denial. Kelli knew exactly what she wanted. Kelli wanted t get fucked and be told she was hot and sexy and all the other things this costume was supposed to get out of her guy.
So there Kelli was, on the prowl, scanning the crowd for someone just right for a quick respite of guilt-free lust. An orgasm or two with no strings attached. Sure, she was at the party with friends and kept up appearances as best she could, but anyone who knew her real well knew exactly what her eyes were doing as they looked upon the crowd.
Kelli didn't know exactly what she was looking for, only that she'd know it when she found it. And when her eyes fell on simply the most delightful costume in the crowd aside from hers, she knew she'd found her man.
He was dressed as a doctor, that got her at first. Kelli always liked a matching set. White labcoat, stethoscope, pens in his pocket along with a toy syringe. He looked to be a run of the mill doctor until she got to his face. The lower half was covered with a surgical mask, but the upper half had white and black make-up, so much that it was probably under the mask as well. There was a twist there, and that was enough to pique Kelli's interest.
She excused herself from her friends and made her way over to the doctor, grabbing a beer along the way. Kelli wasn't much of a fan of beer, but she liked to use the bottle to make her point and add a little bit of a tease to the flirting.
"Hey there, Doc," said Kelli. Her posture was open, her face friendly but keeping in tone with the white hot sex that was her costume.
"Hello nurse," the good doctor said. Kelli could see a grin underneath that mask. She was already having fun. "Does this nurse have name?"
"Kelli." she replied. "With an "i". Dotted with a little heart. And what about you?"
"Call me Dr. Love," he said, removing his surgical mask. He was wearing full on KISS make-up, Kelli recognized that much. The guy with the tongue. The other reference flew right over her head, and he could tell. it didn't matter though. She didn't have to know the song to fuck him. "It's a song...Calling Dr. Love...by KISS..."
"Oh...totally get it now," she said. "Nice. Clever. Funny too. I like funny."
"Thanks. I'm a big fan of sexy too, and you certainly do bring that, Nurse Kelli."
"And thanks right back at you." She pressed the tip of her beer bottle to her lips, the rounded glass top of the bottle riding on her crimson lips. "What brings you hear on this fine Halloween weekend?"
"Plus one. My friend is running around here somewhere. e knows someone who knows someone and got on the invite list. He owed me, so I got a plus one out of it. And I'm feeling very thankful for that right now. You?"
"I was on the invite list with some friends. Came to have a little fun...dressed to kill and raise Hell."
"Looking for some help with that?" Dr. Love asked. "I'd be happy to give a little check up before you get in to any trouble."
"Well that's good to know," Kelli said, a sexy little smile on her face. "Because my next question was going to be if you wanted to fuck me or not." She giggled a bit when he gulped in response. She loved throwing curve balls at guys by being blunt. They never knew quite what to say when she was this upfront about what she wanted. "I've been to this place before for a lot of these Hollywood parties. I know my way around. Find some place nice and private..."
She took a step forward, just close enough to take a quick grasp of his cock through his khakis. "Feels like you're in. Follow me, I know just the place."
The good doctor was in the trance of Kelli, following her blindly as she led him to a calmer section of the party. One corner, two corners and finally they were in a long, relatively calm hallway.
Kelli looked both ways, making sure the coast was clear before taking her doctor of love into a nearby supply closet. She shut the door with a slam powered by pure, animal lust and pushed her good doctor against the door. "Fuck me," she demanded. "No foreplay...no kissing. Just fucking. I want that cock in my pussy..."
Kelli took her panties off and put them on a shelf, then hopped up on the sink in the room, leaning back on her arms and her legs open and inviting. He dropped his pants and approached her, thrusting inside Kelli with one movement.
