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This story happened when I was 23 and a university student and my father was diagnosed with cancer. What we faced wasn't just fear but shock and disbelief because there was never a history of serious illness in our family. The most serious stuff was many years ago when my father broke his leg and had to stay home. Even that was a cause for joy for as kids because we had the change to see him more than usual.
As you can guess this was a huge blow for as not only mentally but also financially. Fortunately we had help from the start Dr. S, our family doctor for many years. He was a long time friend with my father and above all he was considered an excellent doctor. Doctor S was very helpful from the start. He immediately took over the all the medical procedures needed using his connections so that my father and his friend got the best treatment all the way.
I was watching all this unfold without been able to do anything other than showing a brave face for my family but the bills were mounting and I felt so alone in this. My siblings were young and we tried to keep them out of it, my mother was to broken down to help so everything fell on my shoulders.
Two weeks after the diagnosis Dr. S asked me to visit him so we could talk. My fathers was about to start chemotherapy and I thought he wanted to talk to me about that but it was about money instead. When he told me how much all the treatments had cost and how much more were needed I was very afraid for our future.
Dr. S sat in the chair opposite of me and looked me in the eyes.
“You know how much I have done pro bonno for your father without asking for anything in return, don't you? You don't have to destroy your life and the life of your family by going broke. . . I can help if you let me”.
He was making feel like the fate of my whole family was trusted on me. He took my hand on his and all his gestures screamed that he wanted to propose something but he didn't. Not that night, he let me cook first before he made his next move.
The week that followed he kept our interactions to the minimum, he was distant and let the bills coming at my parents house. I figured we could pay them but I would have to move with my parents and in the end it would leave as completely broke.
So when Dr S called I didn't hesitated and asked him. “Do you wanna fuck me?”.
“I don't want you do be a prostitute” he hurried to reply, “I don't think of you as a prostitute G, I want you to be my lover and you will not regret it. You won't have to leave your house, your studies or your family go poor, everything would be taken cared for you”.
I agreed to meet him at his that night to talk again. When I got there his secretary who for some reason had never liked me showed me into his office and said goodnight. When we heard the door closing behind her Dr. S locked up.
“Have you made up your mind G?”He asked.
I wanted to say “Yea I let you fuck me” but instead I said “Yes I will be your lover”.
Dr. S gave me one of his rare smiles and said we should get started. He asked me to undress and did a thorough examination of my body for anything that would indicate the present of STD's and even drew blood for testing. I also gave him an analytic report for my previous lovers and what we had done.
“I will check you very often for STD's. You will have promise me to be careful with the pill G and be faithful to me because I will not use a condom. “
I promised as I saw him pooling his erected cock out.
“Its time to meet your lover G, if you will treat him well he will solve all your problems”
“Have you named too?” I thought to myself.
He told me to open my mouth wide and he stood in front of me stroking his cock until his cum streamed in my open mouth again and again.
“A true prostitute cannot hide herself” that saying from my country I felt that it suited me well.
I hadn't realized how horny I got and it was embarrassing.
I couldn't explain why but I felt relaxed with him. Later, it sunk in, he had already checked every part of my body and even took my blood, he had cummed twice in my mouth (once again after my masturbation), he was honest about what he wanted and what he was offering. With most men you have to struggle to reach that point. I didn't know what it says about me but in the end I had a truly great time that night.
When the test results came negative for both of us we had our first time out full intercourse. I visited him at his apartment where I was surprised pleasantly for the second time. I expected a cold unfriendly place but instead I found a proper love nest. The first time there we made love at his king size bed and the following morning he took me while denting over in toilet ball.
Unknown to my family I kept meeting Dr. S at his work and home, sometimes staying there for the weekend or whole weeks.
When the end came for my father and I had to go home I instinctively went to S's apartments and stayed there for a month making love to him even though I didn't owed him nothing anymore.
The summer he took me to vacations in Greece and from there we curried on like that until I finished my university degree.
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