How does a doctor, sworn to the Hippocratic Oath, end up with a check for $70,000 in their hands meant to sway genetic testing in the favor of one potential Father?
In this chapter we are going continue to explore where Dr. Denise Phillips came from and how her persona, and ability, develops before any paternity issues develop between Donnie and Sherrie Gregory with Cantrel Jackson or Donnie and Sister Maria (in a coma with child, two Father’s awaiting tests to determine the Father.
It starts in the present day, but quickly descends back to the early 2000s, building off of “Unholy Vocation Ch. 04” then moves into a new phase in Denise Phillips life, she learns to become a dominant Mistress.
Edited by JacobRiley49
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“Holy shit, Denise I knew you were a bit of a sleep around, but Christ!”
Travis turned on listening to me remembering my mid-20s which featured an insane love affairs with married Sherrie Gregory, that spilled over with Cantrel Jackson, gym owner.
I had gotten maybe 1/2 way through what my new business partner wanted to know about, when he’d had enough and had us race to my place. Our lips were back on each others, his hands in my hair and on my neck, trying to devour me with each kiss.
“Mmmmmmm…”
Travis pushed his naked body against mine standing in the kitchen, not getting upstairs to my bedroom before clothes hit the ground.
“Take me here…”
He grinned, spun me around and folded my body onto the cool hard granite top of the island, the warmth of his penis laying on the crack of my ass for just the moment.
“OHhhh…”
My knees parted allowing entry, my pussy wet recalling past translations, now doing the exact thing I had described to Travis before leaving to fuck each other. Using my skills and body to obtainfavor with persons I needed.
“YEsssssss…”
The smooth cylinder moved slowly in and out, Travis pulling on my hips trusting inside, my nipples hard, rubbing on the island, he fit inside me nicely.
“Denise…”
His hot breath on my neck, slender body on top of mine. Travis quickly, slamming into me again and again, my ass bearing the brunt of his hips.
“Oh, God…YES!”
My orgasm crashed over my body, my head over my forearm, he pushed inside and I felt his release.
“OHhhh…DENISE!”
Holding it there he kissed my neck, back, standing up and pulling out of my body.
“Baby, that was hot…”
I got up smiled, stroked his cock kissing him before putting my cum soaked finger to my lips, suckling it and retrieving a couple of robes from the bathroom. He was looking in the refrigerator, finding some cut veggies, and hummus, an open bottle of white wine.
I nodded in approval and handed him his robe. We retired to the rug in front of the gas fireplace and sat together.
“I suppose you want the rest of the story?”
He poured me a glass of wine and we spread the goodies out and kissed quickly before enjoying our snack.
“Yes please…” Travis said before crunching a carrot.
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2002 – Transition to a New Beginning
Sherrie had taken control of my inner thoughts, training me over a year of gentle submission to her whims and her body. She and Cantrel had bought my house, sponsored my schooling, invaded my being while allowing space for me to work my Global job and attend pre-medical classes.
I slept maybe four hours a night, my body and mind being sculpted for my future by working, studying and fucking making up the other 20 hours.
Laying in her arms, I looked into her eyes after a third orgasm ripped through my flesh.
“Mmmmmmm…I could do this all day, but I can’t.”
I got up, Sherrie smiling, not talking. Part of her total control over my sexual being was letting my earthly being get their shit done.
“Cantrel’s coming by in about an hour.”
“I’ll be long gone.”
I headed to the shower, smiling back at Sherrie, she sat relaxed contemplating something, about someone. I couldn’t imagine having Two kids, a husband, going to law school and two lovers, one male, one female.
She never showed stress, or buried it so deep it came out somewhere else. I was happy it was never with me, she was dominant and I confirmed to everything without question.
I left the shower, rubbing shoulders with her headed to the bathroom to prep for Cantrel coming over when I asked a benign question.
“When do you make time for Donnie? (her husband)”
“You see only a fraction of my life, Love. A small…small fraction.”
I left it at that and left for school, then a long shift at Global. I had three new employees trained and working in Iowa City, getting ready to open up an office in Cedar Rapids. Geoff Turin, the head of Global Genetics, was very happy with the progression of my business plan and was scheduled to visit next week.
I had expanded the Iowa base and had been interviewing surgeons to work there; my medical school rotations years away from being completed.
“You may just have to be a regional supervisor if you grow too fast,” Geoff joked, knowing I had already passed on a similar position.
“Did you book our favorite hotel?”
“I’ve got finals, like it will matter, but yes I did.”
Geoff and I were officially long distance dating. Despite his age, 53, I began to appreciate his control with letting me drive the sexual bus when we got together. The first encounter was usually on my terms and the second I was his toy, to use and fuck how he desired. He was good at it, his cock was magnificent and he was making me money WHILE I was in medical school.
I would find time for a romp, I just didn’t know when and I believed he liked it that way. I was leaving when I received a phone call, the cell phone thing was catching on and Sherrie had one, so did Cantrel.
It was Cantrel, for the first time directly to me.
“Um..Denise, hey it’s Cantrel.”
“I’d know that sexy voice anywhere, hey what’s up!”
“Hummmm, well I’m calling for Sherrie, ummm, Donnie took her phone, they’re, well, separated. Tonight, happened tonight. Well, can she stay at your house? I mean she’s there and I’m going to go talk…see you in a bit?”
“Shit, that’s heavy Cantrel. No problem, you guys technically own the place and I’ve got somewhere to stay tonight. Work things out..”
“Thanks. You’re the best.”
I wanted to say something in regards to our one time together and “of course I’m the best, you tasted me..” but not tonight.
“Bye…”
I called Geoff up and told him he was going to get more of me, but hehad to let me study in between. He laughed hard and said, “as long as I get you, anything…”
I pulled in at 11 p.m. and was naked by 11:02 taking his cock in my throat, then letting him fill my ass, demanding he “fuck that first”. I studied for an hour, then rode him on his lap, kissing me hard, bouncing my breasts in his face, getting the full satisfaction of his dick.
I studied until 2:30 a.m., didn’t shower for my morning shift at Global which started at 6 a.m., went to the hotel, got fucked from behind in the shower and then aced three finals.
I was on top of the world.
Turning Tides
I napped after my final, Geoff busy with work leaving me alone. We went out for an early dinner and were heading back to the hotel when my phone rang.
“Hey, it’s Sherrie…Babe, thanks for the place but I won’t be there when you get back. I’m moving in with Cantrel.”
“Okay…”
“It’s cool, just need some time to sort this shit out, I mean…and, well, we need to go on a break too.”
I had secretly enjoyed the thought of Christmas break shagging Sherrie, maybe getting another shot at Cantrel, now she’s moving in with him and leaving me high and dry.
“Whatever you need, love.”
I didn’t mean it, though. For the first time in our relationship I felt anger and jealousy. She’d been fucking Cantrel and Donnie at the same time as me, but our time was special and regular. I was pissed, Geoff didn’t ask when I was fuming in the front seat, I just shook my head back and forth.
He was never around enough to explain my relationship with Sherrie. He knew we did more than just hang out when I talked about things we did and places we went together. It felt dirty being secretive to both of them about the other and Each of them understanding, thinking the same thoughts.
“That didn’t sound good.”
“No Geoff, it’s not good…I’m sorry I snapped.”
His age and experience showed, he didn’t talk and wheren we got to the elevator and the doors closed I wrapped my body around his, letting the strength in those large hands pull me to him.
“Fuck the living shit out of me tonight, will you?”
“Deal.”
He picked me up, carried me down the hall like his bride, my head in his neck, eyes closed, feeling sadder by the minute, I had equalized my relationship with Sherrie the purest form of love between two people, it was so unspoken and raw.
Setting me down, unlocking the door, he picked me right back up, his bride…
He released me onto the bed, I crab walked backwards watching him disrobe, his finely sculpted physics a site at any age, the belt dropped, pants and boxes, my cock… yes I owned this fine cock… came at me.
I had a tight sweater and slacks, losing them both watching him, his hand found my panties pulling them off, my hands on my bra and we were both naked.
“Don’t stop fucking me Geoff, make me feel something”
I wanted my nervous endingsfrayed and swollen, needing healing right along with my soul.
“You got it…”
“Uhhhmmm…”
His cock drove into my cunt, it drier than normal, he had to pivot at his hips and push, pulling back and thrusting inside.
“Uhhhhmmmmmm…”
He fucked me missionary, my hands pulling my body off the bed; rotated me with his cock inside and from behind; pulling off of me and laying down I bounced on him cowgirl; then reverse cowgirl.
“Uhh…mmmm…ohhhh…”
There was no pleasure, it was an act of pure physical reshaping, my mood numbing the build up, I just felt the flesh over flesh.
“Don’t cum…”
“I won’t”
He stood up and banged my body while it flopped on the bed.
Geoff got me on my knees on the floor and filled my throat with his cock.
He slapped me with his long dick, rubbed it between my breasts and got on top and rode me for 30 minutes straight.
We stopped only for a bathroom break, water, and he picked me up carrying me and fucking my cunt.
“I’m yours, Geoff, to do with what you please.”
“No one owns you…Ohhhhh”
It hurting going in this time, he sensed it and the clock read 3 a.m…
“Hold on…”
Geoff laid me back down, curled my legs over his shoulders and drive me hard and fast for another 15 minutes, the heat turned to pain turned number until his seed burst inside me and then it stung.
“OHHHHH!!! GEOFFFFF!!!”
I felt a release of my own, the fluids mixing with the sting, soothing some.
“Fuck…”
We slept.
I didn’t get out of bed. Finals were done, Sherrie and I were done. Geoff showed and told me to enjoy the room, but he was flying back to Chicago.
“Can I spent Christmass with you?”
Geoff thought I was kidding, laughed it off and brewed the coffee that was in the room, grumbling.
“No fucking Starbucks in this town yet…”
He looked at me, my body naked and half under the covers, face long and sad. Sitting on the bed he was choosing his words carefully.
“You can spend whatever time this break with me in Chicago. I can get you up to speed on the genetic simulator and the rest of the new software.”
“I need out of this town for a bit.”
I rolled my back up to him, clutching the pillow and faded to sleep. I dreamt of Sherrie, an ethereal place we picnicked and at the end of the day she simply faded away into the sky.
I woke and it was noon, my legs sore from Geoff’s cock, my confidence in the toilet, all I could see were the couple extra pounds around my waist. Twenty-four hours ago I was on top of the world, even let the “L”-word creep into my brain in regards to Sherrie.
I used the hotel workout room, got a good pump and run in, getting a glance from a man in his 40s elevating my mood a little. I stayed in my workout clothes, getting the garments I quickly stripped off gathered and headed home.
I had to make a phone call.
“Yeah, Mom…No it’s Denise…yeah, it’s not my usual number.”
Still only had a land line, living north of Minneapolis in Duluth.
“It’s been a while, yes…well, that’s what I’m calling about, Christmas.”
I didn’t feel bad calling to cancel, not one ounce. Every year I looked for a reason not to go and star at her, my sister and her family, drink myself to almost passing out.
Mom had left my Dad 15 years ago, and he died of a broken heart on Christmas the next year (that and he was 360 lbs and smoked).
“I’ve got to go to Chicago and won’t be by…no…no…it’s for work…yes…I’ll spend it with Geoff.”
I didn’t hear her tone, I just moved through everything to get it done. I’d never forgiven her for leaving Dad, him dying this time of year just made the season depressing and dark, not merry and bright.
“No…yes…just tell Katie I’ll send the kids gifts to your house…I’ll call Christmas Eve…Yes…it will be different. Hey, I’ve got to go…miss you too, bye.”
I hadn’t told her I loved her since she left, I’d told her the opposite a half-dozen times as an emotional teenager, believing the hateful words.
I went home, checked the flights, there was one leaving at 7 p.m. and called Geoff.
“I’ll have someone fly out to get you, I’m meeting investors for dinner and drinks. They’ll bring you to us so put on something nice.”
I packed a full bag, two weeks worth of clothes for work, play, working out. I called for a taxi, putting it on Global’s account and dressed in a slender, black dress, black bra, panties and dark eyeliner. The driver nodded in approval, he getting a glance of my lower thigh climbing in the car.
“Hot time in Chicago?”
He knew the airline schedule, the small regional airport having only so many flights leaving on a Thursday night.
“Let’s hope so.”
The flight was fine, getting through security sucked since all the measures that needed to be in place since the towers fell in New York last year.
There was a limo driver holding the sign “Denise P.” and we were soon driving from O’Hare to downtown Chicago. We were in the heart of the city, somewhere around Michigan Avenue, stopping at the Berghoff Restaurant, a German place.
“Ah, Denise!”
Geoff ushered me in the minute I appeared in the backroom’s entry.
“You look fabulous!”
His hand slid to the small of my back, bringing me to a group of a dozen men and women, in suits and business dresses, skirts with sport coats, mingling after dinner at the private bar and at their tables.
“Ronnie Legg, this is who I told you about, Denise Phillips.”
“The surgeon?”
“Budding surgeon…I start my rotations in the fall of 2003.”
His eyes were down my cleavage, he was in his mid-40s, wedding ring. We made chit chat, I talked about my work at Global and the idea and how it was going in Iowa. This was a rinse repeat with one, or small groups of, investors, I played the room well and whohen everyone left I lean into Geoff and whispered.
“All the men, and two of the women, felt me up at one point.”
“Sounds about right, thanks for doing this I think it sealed the deal with a couple that were skeptical. Are you ready to go?”
“More than…”
We got into the limo, the alcohol and handsy men and women had me primed, I slid across Geoff’s lap, unbuttoning his pants, sliding out of my panties hiking my dress to my waist.
“Ohhhh…”
The magnificence of his cock filled me, my weight letting it burrow deep. I was slow and methodical, just sliding up and down a couple inches, rotating my hips, kissing him with a smile.
“mmmmmmm…”
It feels sore for a moment, looking into his eyes, feeling his hands on my ass pulling me, I felt safe, I felt security, I felt the orgasm I didn’t have over hours of fucking the night before build.
“OHHH GEOFF! OHHH!”
“Mmmm, Baby…”
“Ohhh…YES! YES!”
I squeezed his neck with myarms, his lap with my legs, it was silky and smooth rippling over my skin, my body quivered on his.
“Mmmmmmm…”
“Will you join my family for Christmas?”
“Yes…Babe…yes…”
We poured into bed, tired from the night of fucking the night before. He got up early to go into work leaving me a note that read – “You’re the best!”
There was still two weeks to go before Christmas and I poured myself into work…except for one distraction…The receptionist…a stately older woman in her early 60s, a sleep body and elegant dress smiled and pointed to the door – Clarice Donnovan.
Geoff was very busy and even flew out to New York for several days. We fucked once a day, usually in the morning, the weekends more at night and more bodies pounding bodies. Clarice hovered and they set me up in a little room just off the main reception area.
“Coffee, Dear?” she would begin my day, almost modelling her dress for me.
I imagined Geoff telling her about my female lover, her getting the idea that I enjoyed viewing her and she was not wrong.
It was a week before Christmas and she was wearing tight and long slacks that melted into a blouse, white, with red accents giving off Christmas while framing her beautiful breasts giving me enough cleavage to get lost in staring out my office door.
“Lunch?”
Leaning over her desk, presenting my cleavage in retaliation, my breasts ample and pressed firmly together.
“Any place in mind?”
“I thought I’d leave that up to you.”
“Meet me here at my desk at 12:30, Jodi fills in at that time.”
“Its a date!”
I looked back, her eyes following my ass moving in the black skirt, I had a white patterned sweater with enough of a V-neck, my breasts bouncing, I smiled at her attention.
The morning dragged, but finally it was time.
I crossed to her desk and she walked out from behind; Jodi coming in right at 12:30. She patted me on the back, thanking me for getting her out of the office. There was a coffee shop that had a nice lunch menu around corner, we headed there.
“Two Manhattans, Denise, you must have one they’re the best in town”
“Not a big bourbon girl, but I trust you.”
“Your mistake…”
I let that statement hang.
We had ordered, shared a few things about our families and mocked Geoff, giggling, ordered a second drink when she cut to the challenge.
“Denise, tell me about your broken heart…”
Gleefully I told her about our first encounter in the gym, subsequent encounters, how Sherrie took control of my body and soul and held it for the past six months. Her dominance without force, just spoken words, understand protocols directed by a touch, a scowl or a deviant smile.
I told Clarice just shut it down, no explanation, leaving her husband and moving in with the third in their relationship.
“A third?”
“Cantrel Jackson, body builder, 6’4″ and all muscle, Sherrie lent him to me one afternoon, fantastic lover that she and her husband Donnie were involved sexually together.”
“Hmmmm….Dear you found yourself a Unicorn, a mythical sexual being, the charisma, charm and skills to hold down multiple relationships. Fickle and controlling.”
“There was so much depth to our time together.”
“What about the time apart, zero depth?”
“Yea…zero…hmmmm.”
“Unicorn…oh Baby, it’s okay.”
I began to cry, the emotion was buried, the breakup still fresh. Clarice moved to me and wrapped her arms around my body, stroked my hair with her long, Victorian fingers. My cries were soft, my eyes closed and my head slide under Clarice’s neck, her perfume smelled amazing.
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