Dr Jack And Mr Hardon Ch 02

The hotel door opened, and Brad stepped into the room with a tower of coffee cups stacked on top of each other. He was paying attention to the cups in an attempt to keep them upright.

Jack quickly pulled the sheet up over his head. Jesus Christ. Hide!!! What was he going to do? He waited and listened as Brad set the coffee on a table.

"Dr. Jack? Are you awake?"

Oh, no. He knows it's me, Jack thought. Oh crap, it's my room. Oh, dear Lord! He pulled the sheet down warily.

"I'm so sorry, Brad," he sputtered. "We were drunk ... uhhh ... It was a horrible mistake ... I am sooooo very sorry!"

He had seen so many of his friends and contemporaries have their practices damaged by affairs. Partners and nurses, partners and partners, partners and spouses, and yes, even partners and sexy little drug reps. And here he was caught dead-to-rights sleeping with his partner's fiancé.

"I feel just awful!" he added.

"It's OK, Jack," Brad said with his palms outstretched in front of him. "I admit that it's not the outcome I was looking for either, but we actually are the ones who owe you an apology."

"What?" Jack responded, not quite sure he'd heard the younger doctor right. Why would he be owed an apology? For sleeping with Brad's gorgeous, sexy woman who he'd secretly yearned for since he'd first laid eyes on her gorgeous face?

He glanced over at Dani, still softly sleeping. He regretted having not pulled the sheet higher up her body. He couldn't help but feel a deep sense of shame as he took notes of the clear signs of his rough behavior the night before.

"It was all Dani's fault, really" Brad explained, "She wanted to show you that what she'd said about R-Dor wasn't just the usual drug company hype -- that it really is on another level in comparison with those other ED drugs."

Jack was stunned by the words. The reality of Brad's confession interrupting the train of self-loathing he was experiencing.

"She gave me the drug last night? That's why I became an animal?" Jack said, at once upset by the idea he'd been drugged but also slightly relieved there was some sort of explanation for his behavior.

"Actually, she overdosed you, not being a doctor or even a very smart person," Brad said, looking down at Dani. "I'm guessing that it had a much greater effect on you than she expected, and I doubt this is the kind of outcome that will make you change your mind about it."

Jack looked at Brad in confusion. He felt the bed move and turned to look at Dani. She had rolled into her side and was now awake, looking up at him dreamily.

"It was very bad of me, Dr. Jack," she whispered. "I was very, very bad. I'd say you should punish me for it, but you kind of took care of that last night." Dani giggled at her own joke.

"Dani! This is serious," Brad reprimanded, looking down at her on the bed. "You could have made Jack very sick."

"Whhhyyyy?" Jack asked in a slow drawl. "Is it unsafe?"

"NO!" she said, sitting up, clutching the sheet to her body. "Brad is explaining this all wrong. It was a little unexpected reaction to getting a little too much R-Dor. Maybe because of your age, and because you were so tired, and had too much to drink."

"All things that any prospective patient can experience." Dr. Jack said

"Ok, sure," she admitted. She turned to Brad. "Can I speak with Dr. Jack alone please, Brad."

"What? No."

She winked at Brad, and he did a double take. What did that wink mean? Was she telling him she got this? Was she telling him she loved him and not to worry? Was she asking him to trust her? Because none of that seemed to be true right now.

"Brad, we need to get cleaned up anyway. Could you give us a minute or two?" Dani said in a firmer tone.

How can you take a woman seriously when she has another man's cum all dried on her face and in her hair? When her makeup has been smeared by a big fat Jack that is not yours? When she's sporting another guy's hickeys?

He had his misgivings. What would she do? She had been so out of control last night. Could she be trusted to be alone with Jack after all that happened between them. That drug is supposed to be longer lasting. Could the old man still get it up this morning? This was nuts.

Still, Brad knew there was no arguing with Dani when she struck that tone. She had a way of getting her way.

"Ok, but I'll be back in 10 minutes. Jack, don't let her do anything crazy." Reluctantly, he picked up his coffee and left the room looking over his shoulder all the way.

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Jack looked at Dani like a frightened little mouse. He pulled the sheet up under his neck like Doris Day in some 1950s bedroom farce. Dani, on the other hand, had let the sheet fall and sat in bed with her large, perfectly shaped breasts completely exposed. Jack couldn't help but notice she'd seen the need to cover herself with Brad still in the room but now, just with him, she sat there unafraid to display her incredible body.

"Hey, Jack," she said in a slow, sexy voice.

Don't talk in that sultry way, Jack thought, It will make you so much harder to withstand.

"Hello," Jack said, the one word timidly escaping his lips.

Dani rolled onto her side again and began to move toward him, inching her way along the bed until she was face to face.

"Can I tell you something?" her voice still low and impossibly sexy, her perfect lips curled into a mischievous smile.

"What?"

"That was the hottest night of my life."

"What!"

"Last night. What we did," Dani said. "The way you fucked me. Just pounding me into a fine powder. You just took me and took me like you owned me, and it was just...."

Dani let out a very satisfied sounding moan as she replayed the events in her head.

"Really?" His voice began to rise. "I did that?"

Jack tried to remember. Was what Dani saying true? It just wasn't him. He'd never been like that with his wife or in his younger days. Had he really been like that with her?

"You're not just saying that to get me to advocate for this stupid drug?" Jack asked.

Dani shook her head and moaned again.

"Nope. It was just absolutely incredible fucking. The kind I'd been needing for a long, long time." Dani bit her lip as she looked at him hungrily. "I always knew you had that in you," she said

"You did?" Jack replied, his voice getting higher. He just couldn't believe it. It was like she was describing a different person.

"Yes. You were so strong and in control and just...took me" Dani said happily, "You were such a stud."

"I was?" Even higher.

"Yes. You were just a total sex god." Dani nodded happily

"Me?" His voice practically squeaked.

"Look, I know I should feel sorry about accidentally overdosing you, and I do feel bad that you might have gotten sick." Dani said. "But I don't regret anything about last night after that, and I don't think you do either. It was, without question, the greatest sex of my life."

Jack couldn't help but feel a little shocked by the admission. One night with him and she was willing to say it had been better than any of her nights with her much younger fiancé? Jack fought the urge to feel a little satisfaction at that.

"Don't say that, Dani. Look at you," Jack said, gesturing to some of the marks on Dani's neck that his tie had left, "I treated you so badly. This was so wrong!"

Dani brought a hand up to her neck to feel the lightly bruised skin. But rather than look horrified, she smiled. She leaned forward and caught him off guard with a sweet gentle kiss on the lips, but his head recoiled back away from her.

"Don't, baby ... Don't feel badly. I loved it." Dani said, "Yes, it was rough but, well, that's the way I like it."

"Really?"

"Sometimes, you know, a girl likes being treated like a dirty little slut," Dani said with a wicked grin before dropping her voice back to a low, sultry whisper. "In fact, next time, you can go even harder."

"Dani, no." Jack said strongly. "We can't ever do this again. I feel so ... low. What a monster I was to you."

"No, Jack." She took his hand, and held it between hers. "You were exactly what I needed. The mortar to my pestle."

"That doesn't sound that great, Dani. To hard inanimate objects grinding against each other?"

"It was fucking great," Dani said firmly. "And I definitely do not want it to stop. That can not be the last time we fuck each other's brains out."

Jack was taken aback by her language. Dani had always been bubbly and flirty towards him, but he'd never seen her, or any woman, be this openly sexual about her inner desires. Simply stating them without any shame or reticence. Jack still couldn't believe she was talking about him.

"Dani..." Jack said, his voice slightly wavering. "I don't want to break you and Brad up. I can't. He and I are partners. I'm your friend."

Dani nodded.

"Oh yeah, don't worry about that. Nothing is going to stop me from marrying Brad. I mean, the catering deposit alone..." Dani said, her voice trailing off before being drawn back to the matter at hand, "But that doesn't mean this has to be a one-time thing."

"I have an issue with cheating, Dani, and I absolutely have an issue with that drug of yours."

"Didn't seem to have too much of an issue with cheating last night," Dani giggled.

"That must have been the R-Dor. It brought out the worst part of me -- my evil side," Jack said, contemplating the possibility of the drug being taken by the general public. "That is so frightening."

"I just don't agree. I really liked the Dr. Jack from last night. Of all the Dr. Jacks I've met, he is my favorite yet," she smiled, as she placed her hand on his leg and began slowly moving it around.

"How many of me are there?" he asked, pushing her hand away and cocking his head with an amazed look. He was slightly amused that there were more than one of him.

"Well, there is Clinical Jack, man of science. I like him because unlike most doctors he seems to really care about you knowing what he's talking about and making you feel informed. Sometimes he pops out when he's not talking to patients, but speaking about treating patients to a third party like me. Then there's Academic Jack who talks to students and coaches his protege. He's like the sexy professor you dreamed about in class."

"Every doctor has those sides."

Dani shook her head.

"No, they don't. And I bet I know as many doctors as you at this point," Dani said, thinking about all the various doctors she'd dealt with in her job. "Trust me, some of them just stare at your tits and you can see them working out in their head how long it is to the minute until tee time."

Jack nodded. He had to admit that he knew doctors like that too.

"Then there's Shy Jack who is a little bit intimidated by an attractive woman. He's cute, in his way. And then there's Gentleman Jack who gets his back up anytime another man is disrespectful to a woman. He's very dashing in an old-school way."

"Huh," Jack said, "I guess we do all have our different sides."

"But last night, I met Sex God Jack, and I rrreeeaaallly liked him." She slid her hand to Jack's leg again and started stroking it. Despite his attempts to remain unaffected by the closeness of this naked Asian goddess, he realized his cock was quite hard. Some of the drug must still be in his system.

"And I can't help but wonder if he would like to come out and play once more before breakfast,"

Jack shook his head. "I don't think so. We can't ever do that again. I'm afraid of what he might do."

"I'm a little afraid too," she giggled, "That's why it's so hot,"

"Dani!" She was looking at his cock now as it tented the sheet. Her eyes looked lustful, hungry.

"Don't 'Dani' me. Take it up with him," she said, rolling her eyes and gesturing to the huge tent his cock was making. "Or, you know, take me up with him."

"No! We're not going to have sex again," Jack said firmly. "You shouldn't have given me the drug last night. This should not have happened. I could have been sick. I could have hurt you. It's all completely wrong, and I don't think that R-Dor is even remotely safe."

"You say you don't want it but you're a man of science," Dani said. "And I think the scientific evidence is on my side here."

Dani reached out and wrapped her hand around his cock again through the sheet. Jack moaned at her touch before pulling her hand off him.

"No I can't," he said looking down at his tent. "God, I hope I don't walk around as Mr. Hardon all damn day."

"You'd get no objection from me," she giggled as she got up from the bed. "But let's continue this discussion in the shower. We can get clean....and then get dirty."

She tugged on him as she started to rise. He had no intention of showering with her, although he was tempted. As she stood, her big tits jiggled in his face and mesmerized him. Jesus, this was hard.

"Come on." She said with a sexy little pout.

"No, Dani. You are going to take a quick shower and then leave my room, never to return."

Dani stood back with a frown. "Ok but I'm not giving up, Jack. This was too damn good to just walk away." Dani turned and, naked as a jaybird, walked towards the bathroom.

Jack felt his cock twitch as he stared at that perfect little ass of hers swaying with every step. He still couldn't wrap his head around what had happened last night, but as he watched her walk away. He was flooded with the imagery of that ass bouncing on his cock, his large hand smacking against it as he fucked and she begged for more.

Jack shook his head clear of the thoughts and saw that Dani was still standing in the shower holding the door open. Her head turned to see that he was indeed staring at her ass. She let out a triumphant giggle as she closed the glass door.

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Brad returned to his room -- the one with the unmade bed. No one had slept there last night. After what felt like hours of watching two people fuck, he had fallen asleep in that stupid chair watching his fiancé coo away to her tired older lover.

The young doctor needed sleep, but he also had places to be today with meetings and seminars to attend. He was just going to lie down for a moment, but he still felt restless.

He pulled out his phone and clicked on his camera roll. While spaced out for the first round of sex the night before, he'd had the presence of mind to record the later ones. At one point, he thought they would actually fuck all night -- the drug driven old man and his insatiable young slut of a fiancé.

He leaned his head back into the pillow and pressed play on a specific image. The two people in the image started moving. A slow sawing, bodies moving apart and slapping back together.

Dani was standing, but leaning against a hotel room desk with one leg up on the desk chair. Dr. Jack was behind her slamming his hips into her perfect ass. Brad watched the ripple in her flesh each time it happened.

He turned up the sound and heard the unmistakable moans that Dani had filled the older doctor's room with half the night. Brad remembered trying to both record and watch at the same time. It was harder than he thought it would be.

"Oh fuck yes, Fuck meeeee, Jaaaaccckkk!" Dani's voice moaned as the unnatural coupling played out on the screen of Brad's phone.

How many times had she said that or something like it? How many times had she asked for, begged for the old man to fuck her.

Jack just growled in response. Brad's medical partner was unrecognizable at that moment. Brad had no idea who this stud was who was railing his girlfriend so soundly.

He looked at Dani's face, contorted by an expression of ecstasy. Had he ever produced that look when they had sex? If he was being honest, no he hadn't. Not even close. There was no doubt that she loved the fucking she had received half the night.

Brad's brain was seared with the vision of Jack's hands clutching at Dani's big firm tits as they fucked. His hands seemed to be everywhere, but mostly they had been mauling her tits. He seemed entranced by those old gnarled fingers enmeshed with her soft, but firm flesh.

Brad remembered back to his first meeting with Dani. He'd been brand new at the clinic and walked into Dr. Jack's office while Dani was there. He'd been instantly struck by her charm and beauty and, yes, her impressively large tits in a tight green sweater. The vision was burned in his mind. Additionally, the younger doctor witnessed first hand the blatant flirting she was doing with the older doctor, who was his boss at the time.

After they started dating, Brad called her out on it, and she only laughed.

"There's a reason I have a great sales record, Brad. They're called tits." And she squeezed her assets into a tight cleavage for him as Julia Roberts had done in that movie.

"This is my head of research," Dani said, gesturing to her left boob then to her right. "And this is my marketing director."

"I still don't like that part of the job," Brad fumed.

"Oh please. None of us are virgins here. You know what pharma reps do. You know why girls like me get these jobs." Dani said confidently, "Or would you rather it be middle-aged men with solid track records in moving products?"

"Well..." Brad said, unable to come up with a good rebuttal. Dani had a blunt way with words that often left him unable to counter what she said. Besides, she was just so hot that he didn't want to rock the boat too much.

"So if we're going to date you're going to have to be OK with the fact that I flirt with a lot of men all day and talk about dirty things," Dani said, looking at him in a way that made Brad shift in his seat. "And then come home to you and actually do them."

After that, it became a running gag with the young couple. Every morning that he got to watch her dress, he'd ask who she was going to visit. She would tell him and then lift her tight skirt over her ass, revealing some sexy lace panties. Or, she'd pull open her blouse to show her bra, and ask, "Do you think he'll like these?"

The thought of her flirting was just too much. It was always so fucking hot that he'd beat himself off after she left. He even started to fantasize about Dani with other doctors occasionally. In his mind, it was always supposed to stay just that -- a fantasy. Until last night.

One question ran through Brad's mind now. Did she know? Was she that smart, that cunning? Had he been set up? It sure looked like she'd planned the events of the night before. One more question -- did it even matter?

How long had Dani and Jack gone at it last night? Once on the bed. Once on the desk. Once up against the window and each time Dani shuddered with multiple orgasms. Christ, but that was exhilarating and frightening at the same time.

He remembered telling himself at first that it was for the R-Dor as Dani said. This was their chance to prove its effectiveness to Jack. However, when the mismatched couple started fucking a second time -- when Jack hadn't even needed to take a break -- Brad knew. He liked to watch. He was a voyeur. He was a pervert sitting there watching the love of his life, the woman he would be marrying, getting thoroughly fucked by another man.

The whole time, Jack's expensive silk tie was wrapped around Dani's neck, serving as a leash, a handle, a sign of ownership. Jack used her to slake his lust. Brad couldn't help but think of her as a big titty slut from a porn movie. Or at least a porn movie with uncommonly pretty actresses. She wasn't his cherished fiancé at that moment; she was putting on a show for him.

And it was a fucking hot show at that. Brad had not been able to take his eyes off the two of them fucking like rabbits. Then, as it played out in front of his eyes or now as it replayed on his phone. He pulled out his cock and started beating it as he viewed the debasement of his fiancé for the second time. Watching Jack fuck Dani on that desk and up against that window as she begged for more. It was just so fucking hot.