Pt. 56 - Divorced Doctor Needs Help

This is part 56 of my continuing story.

All my characters are well over the age of consent.

This is a work of fiction. Fiction means made up.

Any typos are mine as I create and edit my own work.

Enjoy!

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@ Maui, Hawaii, USA, mid- January

I'd spent time at Turtle Bay Resort on the Northshore of Oahu with my new female friend, Lisa. We had a great time, and she was not just smart, funny, and articulate, but she was stunningly beautiful and very sexual.

Lisa loved to laugh, and she was very tactile, meaning, she liked to touch ... me. She quickly learned that I was not a fan of the hand job, and she adjusted quickly with a smile on her face. She was highly talented with her feet and toes. Her mouth, lips, tongue, teeth and throat were fine-tuned to please me.

She preferred my sauce in her but if I unloaded on her, that was perfectly fine too. I kept my dick away from her rosebud. For now. But she did have a great ass, and I did want to fuck it.

Let me say that she was not just horny, wanting sex round the clock, but she was a very unselfish lover. Lisa was seriously into sexually teasing me, and not just because I had gotten her into a first-class ticket from Atlanta to Honolulu and put her up in an ocean view suite next to mine.

She liked me, and she knew that I liked her. We'd have to see where the relationship went.

I hope you enjoyed the two stories I wrote about this young lady:

Pt. 54 - She had the Perfect Pussy

and

Pt. 55 - Enjoying The Perfect Pussy

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It turns out that Lisa's friend from Florida did not have COVID and soon flew to Hawaii so that they could have their "girls only" vacation. I made myself scarce. I did keep them lodged in the ocean view suite, and I picked up the tab for the rest of their vacation. And why not, I am wealthy, and I liked Lisa.

My plan was to stay in touch with her. I'd added Lisa to my short list of "could be my wife" ladies. My parents would love her, and her biological clock had plenty of ticks left. So, she was in no hurry to get married, plus she had a dissertation to research, write and defend. Maybe I could help her with that from a resource standpoint and if she opted to be a writer (author) fulltime, I could help her with that as well.

Lisa did share with me that she had asked her dad to run a background check on me through his resources and friends in DC (meaning the FBI and Homeland Security) and that I was clean as a whistle, not even a parking ticket! But ... she had some questions about my businesses that I assured her were all legitimate, profitable and cash flow positive and that down the road I would explain them. She laughed and promised to hold me to having that ... discussion.

Following the kick-off event of the Sony Open on Oahu (maybe another story), I flew over to Maui to check on my office building and the businesses in it, and to do a final walk through on the construction job on my beachfront mansion (although I didn't like to use that word).

I landed, rented an SUV and drove over to the house on the beach. I hadn't done much thinking about the front yard (a large courtyard behind a high gate for privacy, but the backyard with the heated pool with a nice waterfall, spa, and outdoor shower was in prime shape. (The backyard was private and from there you could walk through a gate to the beach about twenty feet below).

The house exterior needed a coat of paint. The roof was in good shape and the windows had been replaced with an expensive upgrade. Lots of French doors and all were double paned.

The construction team had done a great job, and I was pleased. What remained to be taken care of was the interior. The place needed paint, probably some wallpaper, tile and carpet, furniture, appliances and furnishings. So, I basically had a beautiful home, void of anything that would make the place livable. Or rentable.

During the remodel I had a caretaker stay overnight and, on the weekends, to make sure the house remained free of crime.

I had bought a new double-wide, now plopped down in the front courtyard and I planned to stay there, almost in hiding, so that no one would know I was there.

I was particularly interested in avoiding Paige Spelling (last seen in

Pt. 47 - From Mom to Model

) because being with her, while magically fun, meant that we were in more than a casual, let's fuck when we can dynamic to a "I'm your girlfriend" relationship.

I wasn't ready for that. With her. But she was a world-class piece of ass, and she liked me in her ass too! Paige was also my subordinate, and I'd had a conversation with my boss, Jack Colton, and he wanted me to stop fishing off the company pier. That meant avoiding temptation.

After a quick walkthrough with my general contractor, I decided what I needed to do next and made a phone call to my girl next door, Ali, in Sacramento, an interior designer, and asked if she could fly over and do something with my new beach house.

Ali has been in several of my stories, but one you are sure to like is the when we played house together:

Pt. 49 - One Lady, One Long Weekend

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She said that she'd catch a flight and let me know the details, and could I please pick her up at the airport when she landed?

My plan was that we'd spend a few days, fucking and sucking, nude around the pool, maybe get her nude on the beach (I loved the idea of her showing off to strangers), do some sightseeing, or not, and enjoy each other's company. Physically and mentally.

With her travel plans confirmed, she'd be coming over the day after next, I next headed to my office building where I met with my two staff members.

I had just sat down at my desk when Dr. Tina, the female fertility expert at Global Fertility Partners, texted me and asked me if I would be able to meet with one of her referral partners. Who just happened to be on Maui.

Coincidence? Or set-up? I was always a bit suspicious.

I have no idea how Tina knew where I was. I did my best to keep my travel plans secret so as not to be constantly asked to make decisions on issues that others should make, or to be queried "When are you coming to (fill in the blank)?"

But I was trapped, because Tina knew I was at my Maui office, and I am sure that my office staff let her know that I had nothing significant on my calendar, so I agreed to the meeting. But not before Tina reminded me that we had received a referral from my soon to be visitor (a fellow fertility doctor and a medical school classmate of Tina's) and that the doctor's patient (our client; my short-term lover) was very happy with how her pregnancy was going. A baby boy would be born in a few months. I had delivered on my end of the agreement (deep deposit in her pussy), and I smiled at the memory of our three-day fuck fest to get the wealthy, stunningly gorgeous lady pregnant.

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I should have been happy that someone had and would likely continue to refer business to me wanted to meet with me. After all, to this point, all the clients of Global Fertility Partners had come from Tina's network of female OBY/GN doctors in the Pacific Basin.

And, for each one that was referred, once the client paid the no-refund impregnation fee of $4 million for each child, the referring doctor received a $1 million fee. A rebate so to speak.

It was all on the up and up. No hiding the cash from the taxing authorities.

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Doctor Jen was a petite lady in her late thirties, weighing, I estimated, about 120 pounds, standing five foot three. Turns out she was an American citizen, born in Thailand. Her skin tone was tanned on top of a light brown tint. Her heritage was Caucasian and Filipina. Her mother was from the Philippines, a nurse, and a naturalized citizen, and her dad was a US government employee first with the State Department and later, the DoD, born and raised in Ohio.

I had met Jen on three Zoom calls previously. I am sorry to say that while on the calls I enjoyed the time that we spent, discussing the process, the client and post breeding session, but once I signed off, well, I forgot about her.

However, I did remember signing the check ($1 million) to courier to her office for the referral fee. We had it hand delivered, and it cost us plane flights to and from Seattle. But my memory of her beyond at that point was part of history.

She came into the office sort of intimidated, and somewhat shy. This was a change from the Zoom calls where she was lively and laughing.

Jen was well dressed. Not fancy, but comfortable, wearing a light patterned summer dress that showed off her figure. She was stunningly beautiful. Her brown eyes sparkled, and she had a beautiful smile. Her brown hair was long, going down to the middle of her back, lush and thick.

Her lips were full and looked soft. I just knew instinctively that she was a great kisser and when her pink tongue poked out, I almost groaned at the potential of her oral skills.

Her eyes highlighted her thin but full eyebrows. It was clear to me that the drapes matched the carpet, assuming there was a carpet.

Jen had a summer fragrance on, which worked well given the weather, sunny and warm, even though it was January.

Her figure was smashing. It was hard to determine the details with a quick glance but being the horndog I am, I estimated that she had a 32-size bust, maybe thirty-four. Jen didn't try to hide her tits, but she did not flaunt them either. It was apparent to anyone who saw her in a dress like this that she was blessed with a large cup size. She had a tiny waist, a nice tight ass, great legs and slender ankles. A wonderful sight for my eyes.

Nicely tanned, with a gorgeous smile and a firm handshake, I admitted that given the opportunity, especially since I was not with anyone at that moment and wouldn't be until Ali arrived, I would do Jen. Fuck her silly.

Call it Asian Fever if you like. If you go back to my very first story, I had a hankering for my massage school instructor, Jan. (It took me awhile, but I finally banged her silly).

Since spending time in Asia, I had developed a thing, a desire, for Asian women. The ones I had been with were very adventurous in bed. Anything goes to please their man; they were all three-hole women. Well, all but one.

I also noticed that Jen wasn't wearing a wedding or engagement ring, and she was rather elegantly made-up and had nice pearl earrings and a matching necklace.

Everything, and I mean everything about her, screamed, "PERFECTION!"

That was why I was a bit surprised that she had wheeled in her luggage when she came into the lobby. And that she had taken Uber to my office.

She explained that she couldn't get an early check-in at her hotel so she thought she would meet with me first, then go to the hotel later that afternoon.

Leaving her luggage behind, we climbed the stairs to my second-floor ocean view conference room where it was quiet and private.

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I had her go up the marble stairs in front of me. It was clear she had a thong on (maybe even a g string) as her tight ass wiggled a bit and of course, she sashayed, grabbing my complete attention.

I was lucky I didn't stumble she was that distracting. Thank God for the handrail.

I wouldn't say her dress was see through, but it was damn close.

She had my complete attention. Mister Johnson stirred at the possibilities.

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"Can you please close the door?" Jen told me and with a smile, I complied.

Setting her expensive purse down on the glass table, she came up to me and said with a smile, "I'd like to give you a proper hello."

With that she put her hands on my face and pulled me down for a little tongue action.

It was a delicious kiss, unexpected by me but welcomed. As I had thought, her lips were soft. Jen groaned into my mouth as my hands went down her back and first rubbed and then squeezed her butt.

Her nipples hardened and poked me in the chest; her bodacious tits squashed into me.

Our tongues dueled, slowly at first, then she ramped up her tongue and groaned again as if she was in heat.

After being in heaven for a few moments, she pulled away, and with a mischievous smile, whispered to me, "I need more of that, Rick, but let's talk a bit first."

I knew instinctively that Jen was a bit nervous, so I offered her something to drink, which she accepted with a nod and sparkling eyes. Opening a bottle of cool but not cold flat bottled water, I used Waterford tumblers, and we settled down for a talk.

My mind went wild with the thought of those soft lips wrapped around my dick.

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"What brings you to Maui?" I asked her as I sat down.

I noticed her hand was shaking, slightly, as she brought the glass to her lips.

Holding the glass with both hands, she smiled and replied, "I have a business proposition for you."

I was hoping for more small talk but okay, if Jen wanted to get right into the business talk, which I assumed it was, I was fine with that too.

Before she could continue, I responded with, "How is your patient and my client doing?" Meaning, how was the lady that Jen had referred to Dr. Tina and Global Fertility Partners coming along in her pregnancy.

Jen smiled and said, "Let me show you some recent pictures. She's in her fifth month and doing extremely well." She passed me her iPhone and I swiped through the photos, most of them nude ones of the lady in question. She'd been beautiful before and now she was absolutely glowing.

I shared, "She looks happy and I'm glad that you and I were able to make her dreams of having a baby come true."

Jen clarified with a smile, "It's a boy, just like you promised. I suspect that he'll be hung like a horse, just like his father."

I thought for a moment of the fun times I had with the lady in question, creaming in her tight, wet, hot as a furnace pussy. She was a great fuck, once she got to know me and had enough trust in me to know that I was a nice man, fully capable of delivering on the agreement.

I took a sip of water and asked her, "You received the referral rebate, right?"

Jen nodded and said, "Thank you, it was very generous of you." She reached into her purse, pulled out an envelope and set it on the table. She told me that it was the check I had signed and delivered to her. She said she hadn't cashed it.

Which I thought odd, but what the hell.

"It was my pleasure. So, what's on your agenda?"

"I have another client for you."

"Great, but you should know that I am working to get out of the actual ... deposit business (Jen laughed) ... by providing potential clients with options for other ... donors. My timetable is to exit once I complete my current obligations, which I should finish by the end of this month. February at the latest."

Jen smiled and said, "Tina said that you had a plan to expand the business and scale it. But I am hoping that you can make a small exception."

I smiled back and said, "What do you have in mind?"

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Jen started by telling me that she had four additional referrals to make. Since she lived in the Seattle area, she had a thriving medical practice where her female patients, wealthy with stock and stock options, and mega high salaries, were employed at Amazon, Costco, Boeing, Starbucks and Microsoft. And other companies that supported these mammoth businesses.

These ladies had been all in on the career path and were quickly realizing that the biological clock was ticking, loudly. Jen had spoken to and got verbal approval from these ladies to make an introduction to Dr. Tina and then they would be pushed to me. Or, to Global Fertility Partners.

I told her I was grateful for the opportunity but, again, I was going to be subcontracting out the actual impregnation job and in doing so, give the female patients more options to choose from.

"I understand that, but my issue today is ... personal, Rick. I came to see you because I wanted to talk to you about working together in a win-win situation."

"I'm not following you."

"Let me explain." And with that she took another sip of water, her hand shaking.

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"When my patient came back after spending three days with you, I was happy for her, but I was also jealous. I looked into the mirror and realized that I wanted a baby before it was too late. I had been so wrapped up in building my medical practice that I had set aside any thought about having a child. I haven't had much luck in the husband department, been married and divorced twice, and I don 't think I'll ever settle down with a man again. But I can still have a baby and the only man I knew that could help me achieve that goal was you."

She took a sip of water, not looking at me. I thought she was going to start crying but she set her glass down and continued.

"I don't have four million dollars to give to you so I can get pregnant with a baby boy. But I have a down payment, right here (she lifted the envelope with the check I had sent her) and I have at least four additional clients that I can refer to you, or your surrogates, and you can keep the referral fees that you would normally send me. You can also keep the last patient's referral fee as interest for having to wait for the money."

Our eyes were locked and, being no dummy, I realized that one way or another, this creature and I were going to end up naked and mating. She wanted me. I admired her courage for being so open with me, a total stranger with her request.

Jen seemed sincere.

Stalling for time so I could think her ... business proposition ... through, I asked Jen if this is why she flew to Maui.

She laughed and pushed her hair back, and shared, "I'm ovulating now. I wanted to wait and meet you before this, but I couldn't reach you to set up a meeting when the time was right until now. You're a hard guy to get ahold off."

I admitted I had a challenging schedule.

Having laid her proposition out there for me to mull over, she changed the subject by telling me that she knew I was a photographer and that she had modeled in college and med school to pay her tuition, books and living expenses.

"What kind of modeling did you do?"

She replied, "There were no shortage of offers to photograph me nude, that's for sure!"

My dick, currently a chubby, started to stiffen. Quickly.

I would have pushed for that as a photographer. She'd be heaven to capture nude. But I respect all the boundaries my models set.

Jen laughed and continued, "I made it clear that there would be no showing nips or lips, and that my outfits would stay on for every picture. The fear of my parents finding out that I did nude modeling was enough to keep me on the straight and narrow. I did a lot of fashion, print ads for retail and hospitality, mainstream bathing suits, and even some television ads for cruise lines and auto dealerships."

"How about you, Rick? What do you photograph?"

I told her my evolving story of being a high school geek with a camera, which I used to hide behind when it came to talking to girls, and that I focused on anything but people for years. And then one day, just over a year ago, I decided to start photographing females. To start meeting females.

"How did that work out?"

"It went very well; most ladies don't see themselves as attractive enough to be photographed and being approached by me was sometimes skeptically received. But most of them, gained enough trust in me to model for me and I made a lot of friends."