NOTE: I've been a fan of George Tasker's pulpy, over-the-top styled stories. He's kindly given me permission to write a story set in one of his universes, using his Agent Hooter and Agent Slut characters. The gist of the below story came to me in a dream and I felt obliged to write it and flesh it out. But this quick two-parter isn't slowing me down from completing the Six Times a Day series. Thanks a lot, George!

Thoughts are marked with italics. Thanks to DD, Dhin, and OmegaZone for proofreading. This is a very fantastical story and should have no relation to the treatment or behavior of women in real life.

"Sorry, Hooters, that's unacceptable again."

"But Chief, what do you want? How could I possibly dress any more like a whore?"

"That's the problem. You went too far this time. You have to find the right balance. I'm afraid you need more remedial practice. Come here."

Agent Hooters was in the Chief's office. For the past week he'd had her come to work at the intelligence agency dressed like a whore, claiming it was so she could perfect her disguises for when she went undercover. Her undercover assignments almost always had her play the role of a whore, and some male partner, usually fellow agent Jimbo Bond, would play the role of a john. Each day until today the Chief judged that she hadn't dressed sluttishly enough, and she had to make up for it by giving her boss a blow job, so that she, as he put it, "would be more convincing in her undercover slut role."

Tired of blowing her boss every morning, she decided this time to dress as slutty as humanly possible, to finally get the Chief off of her case. So she came in wearing a black leather tank top that was more like a string bikini. The one thin strap of leather that wrapped around her upper torso was so insubstantial that the pink edge of her nipples could just be seen above the top, and her heavy tits hung out on the underside of the top as well. It was more like a thin band of leather covering her nipples, and nothing more. Her matching black leather miniskirt was even worse. It hung low on her hips and on the bottom side it didn't even hide her cunt lips if she bent her legs at all. The Chief had just spent most of his "outfit inspection" fingering those lips while she stood at attention.

She complained, as she unzipped the Chief's pants, "But Chief. How can someone look too much like a whore?"

"Because, Hooters, that outfit is simply unacceptable for undercover work. You wouldn't be able to walk fifty feet down a city street without getting gang raped. You obviously need a lot more practice in knowing the right thing to wear. Hopefully you can make up these deficiencies by further honing your admittedly excellent cocksucking skills. Let's see what you can do."

She sighed, brushed her long blonde hair away from her face, and assumed her usual position between his legs. Her practiced lips got to work doing what they did best.

The Chief sighed with contentment. Aaaah. Now this is a great way to start the morning. How many days in a row have I tricked Hooters into giving me a blow job? I've lost count. And later on I'm going to have to give Agent Slut a literal "dressing down" for her supposed poor performance lately. It's a good thing that Slut heard the expression "dressing down" but didn't know what it meant, heh-heh. The only problem is I'm not getting any younger and I just don't have the physical stamina to fully enjoy the ripe fruits of my two best agents. Agent Bond gets a fair share of tail as well, but that overweight slob is hardly deserving of these two perfect ten babes. With all the lonely men in the world, the woman is too good to keep ALL to myself. I really should spread the wealth.

He thought about all the potential people he could call, men who might enjoy some "attention" from Agent Hooters. The name of an old college friend popped into his head. He picked up the phone. "Hello? Doctor Johnson? I have a special agent here who needs a yearly medical examination. Today is your lucky day."

Beneath his desk, Agent Hooters slurped and sucked as she contemplated the embarrassment of having the wear her nearly non-existent outfit for the rest of the work day. Without a doubt, her fellow agents would poke fun at her, not to mention literally poke at her. Both males and females loved to play with her perfect body. She dearly regretted her choice of clothes and pondered what she could wear tomorrow that would finally satisfy the Chief.

Meanwhile she listened as the Chief talked about some slutty agent who needed a medical check up. Hooters chuckled inside as she sympathized with the unfortunate woman the Chief was describing, never realizing the "ultimate, brain-dead slut" mentioned was herself.

***

A week later Doctor Johnson sat in his office, worried to death about the imminent arrival of a Miss Hooters for her medical examination. He had been repeatedly assured by his friend, the Chief, that nothing could go wrong and that he would have the time of his life if he chose to take full sexual advantage of the "exam."

But the doctor was almost ready to call it off. He was in his fifties, just like the Chief, and while he'd stayed in good shape, he suffered from a weak heart. He peeked out into the lobby for what seemed to be the thousandth time, and saw his receptionist there along with several patients. His receptionist, Rhoda, was a fuddy-duddy woman with a bee hive hairdo and owl shaped glasses. She was older than he was.

He thought, Rhoda is NOT going to like this. And who knows what Debbie will think. That is, if anything happens at all. This "Hooters" woman might not even show up! Maybe the Chief was putting me on? Certainly that was a joke name, wasn't it? He looked at the clock again and chewed on a fingernail.

Debbie was Doctor Johnson's only nurse. She was young and pretty, though not stunningly beautiful like Anna Nicole Smith, a.k.a., Agent Hooters. She also had blonde hair, but it was very short and spiky. The doctor was too embarrassed to tell her what he hoped might happen with Agent Hooters' examination. In fact, he himself didn't know what would happen, though he had many fantasies about the wildest possibilities in the past week. He only knew that Hooters was supposed to be drop-dead gorgeous and dumb as a brick. She would fall for any trick in the book, as all the males in the intelligence agency knew very well.

Doctor Johnson was busy with another patient when Debbie brought him the good news: a Miss Hooters had finally arrived. He couldn't finish his work fast enough, and hurried over to his other examination room to see if this woman was half as gorgeous as the Chief had made her out to be.

He walked into the room where she was sitting and Debbie wordlessly handed him a clipboard. Agent Hooters stood in front of him. The doctor nearly had a heart attack on the spot, because no words could do justice to just how mind-blowingly beautiful his new patient looked. Once his heart resumed beating, he thought to himself, Dear God! She looks EXACTLY like that actress. What's her name? I saw her in that Naked Gun movie. ... Anna Nicole Smith! That's it! Crap. She looks like a perfect double! I've never seen anything like it! I mean, I've seen some sexy people in the movies or on TV, but I have a real flesh and blood GODESS sitting right in front of me!

His heart was beating; pounding actually, and his hands trembled so badly he nearly lost hold of the clipboard he'd been given. He managed to shut his gaping mouth, and walked further into the room, turning away from the bombshell momentarily so he could recover somewhat. Still standing facing the wall, he said, "H-h-hello, umm, Miss Hooters. G-g-g-good d-d-day."

She replied cheerily, "Good day to you, Doctor... uh... um... I know this... Your name..."

"Doctor Johnson," he answered. He turned to her and his eyes nearly bugged out again as he confirmed that, yes, she was really there and really real. He focused on her awe-inspiring tits.

She wore a hot pink tank top that wasn't terribly larger than the leather strap of a top she'd worn for the Chief the week before. She was still trying to "perfect" her undercover whore outfit, and still wound up with the Chief's penis in her mouth every morning for getting some detail or another wrong. The tank top was made out of a nearly see-through mesh that fitted her so tightly one could see the exact outlines of her nipples even when they weren't hard.

His eyes drifted up to her smiling face and he almost felt like he was literally blown back into the wall behind him, such was the power of her gaze. She wasn't in any particularly horny mood, but her standard facial expression was such a "come hither and fuck me" beckoning that he'd never seen the like in his life.

Then he noticed her luscious red lips were moving, and saying words. "...Johnson? Doctor Johnson? Are you okay?"

He eked out an "Um, yeah," as he continued to gobble her up with his eyes. His focus on her face didn't last long as his eyes naturally drifted back down to her protruding chest. His eyes briefly went further and glanced at her tight, blue miniskirt and her sleek, long legs. As if they didn't already show enough skin, the skirt had numerous slits cut in it as if some deranged individual had attached the thin, sleek fabric with a knife, except all the slits were near the bottom of the garment and pointed straight up and down. A couple of them were so close to her bush that he could actually see the edges of it clearly. The doctor had never seen the like. He momentarily pondered how anyone could walk the street in a skirt actually showing pussy hairs without being arrested before getting very far.

His gaze was interrupted by Hooters' voice asking, "Doctor? Are you looking at my slits?"

He looked up guiltily, but then realized with great relief she'd put an "S" at the end of "slit." She didn't mean THAT slit. Phew. That's just about the only thing on her whole body that I CAN'T see directly. At least not yet!

She now looked to be the bashful and guilty one. "I didn't really want to wear that, but my boss made me. It's a long story. It's so unfair!"

He muttered "That's quite alright," and was going to say more to assure her, but then his eyes returned to her tits and his capacity to continue rational thought nearly came to an end.

Agent Hooters stood patiently. She was used to this type of reaction from most men, and a good percentage of women. She was lucky that she had such a sultry face or she never would have made eye contact with men at all. She was relieved that at least he wasn't openly drooling, like many of the men she ran into while shopping, running errands, and the like.

The nurse Debbie still stood in the room as well. She coughed and said, "Doctor? Do you still need me for anything?"

He turned with shock, as he'd forgotten her presence. Then he recovered and said, in a trembling voice, "No, Debbie, thanks. I'll, uh, take it from here."

The door closed and he was left alone with the blonde bombshell secret agent (he knew that she was a secret agent of some sort since she worked for the Chief, but he wasn't supposed to let on that he knew). He waited until he recovered a bit more, and said, "Miss Hooters. Should I call you that? That's a rather, um, unusual name."

Hooters laughed. "Yeah. I get a lot of comments about that. Especially because of these." She hefted her massive knockers with both hands and then let them go. They jiggled and bounced for what seemed like forever.

The doctor's eyes bounced up and down like a dropped ping pong ball slowly coming to a stop. He rubbed his salt and pepper beard in contemplation and continued to gawk. He was like a kid in a candy store - there were so many perfect body parts to look at that he didn't know which one to ogle at next. He thought, God bless you, Chief! You've already made my day. My year! If she's as impressionable as you said, this is going to be the greatest day of my life! Where to begin? I can't imagine that I might actually be TOUCHING this body in a matter of minutes! Dear God! She desperately needs a thorough breast exam! Most thorough!

He nearly spaced out fantasizing, but then he snapped back to his very pleasant reality and sat down. Then he realized he'd rudely left her still standing, and pointed at the examination chair just behind her. "Please sit down, Miss Titters." He didn't even realize he'd gotten her name wrong.

Agent Hooters sat like any woman wearing a pair of pants, except she wasn't wearing pants. The doctor had been able to see her bush through the slits when she was standing - it hadn't registered in his mind that meant she wasn't wearing any panties. But there was no doubt about it now.

The doctor stood staring at her exposed crotch so long that she finally noticed what he was seeing, blushed, and crossed her legs. Again, she apologized. "The Ch-, I mean, my boss, he won't even let me wear any underwear day or night until I perfect my uniform. Not even the G-string type I love so much. Isn't that mean? You should have seen the commotion when I rode on the bus last week."

Doctor Johnson was so aroused he wondered if his penis would burst right through his under shorts AND pants. "I can imagine," he said as he nearly drooled, imagining the bus scene. Again, an uncomfortably long pause followed.

Coughing, he finally looked at the clipboard as if reading her records (he was in no mental condition to actually read) and said as authoritatively as he could muster, "Yes. Now, Miss Slitters, UH!" He both groaned at his mispronunciation and a near climax in his pants. "No. Uh… Miss Hooters. Sorry." He coughed and started again. "Your boss told me that you need a complete medical examination. You must pass all aspects to remain in your current job position. I'm qualified to perform all necessary work, including OB/GYN. So, if all goes well, I'll be able to sign off on all the forms you need by the end of the day."

He was sitting somewhat askew from where she was, so she swung around to face him. Her tits in their light hot pink covering swayed and bounced long after she stopped turning. He was afraid of making the slightest movement for fear that the rubbing of fabric against the tip of his penis could push him over the edge.

She asked with a pinky in the corner of her mouth, "Excuse me, doctor, but what does OB/GYN mean?"

He answered excitedly, "It means gynecological. You know, that means I get to play with your pussy." As soon as those words left his mouth he gasped, because that was what he was thinking but not what he was intending to say. He was so excited that he could barely think straight.

But to his immense relief, she didn't seem to blink an eye at his faux pas. She just replied, "Oh."

Encouraged, he continued in a deep baritone, "Perhaps it's better to say that I will be, uh, examining your pelvic region, including the general, uh, vaginal, uh, zone. I'm fully trained in that type of work." In fact he wasn't, but the Chief had suggested this ploy as an example of the kind of set up Agent Hooters would fall for. "Let's begin. Why don't you take off your clothes and put on one of our hospital gowns?"

Agent Hooters remained unconcerned about his pussy comment (it seemed people were always discussing her private parts). She stood up and started to drop her shorts. But just as the top of her blonde bush came into view, she paused and said, "Doctor, do you have to watch?"

The doctor realized he was more than watching - he was gaping in wonder, and in fact hadn't really stopped blatantly staring since entering the room. He tore his eyes away from her, feigning disinterest, and said, "Miss Hooters, I'll be examining you from head to toe, so there's no reason for modesty. I've seen thousands of naked women over the years." He added to himself, That's true, but I've never seen one that could even hold a candle to you. If my wife looked one tenth as hot as you do, I would be dead from fucking by now.

She found that a reasonable explanation and continued to undress. She was so used to getting naked in front of people that this kind of thing was no big deal. In fact, over the years just about every (male) doctor she ever had insisted on watching her undress during her examinations. None had gone further, aside from the usual groping she constantly faced, as none of them realized just how far she would go.

Doctor Johnson put his hand to his forehead and stroked his balding head. He couldn't believe the new sight before him. Agent Hooters' exposed tits stood out straight and firm, in seeming defiance of the laws of gravity. Her curvy hips drew the eye to her thick blonde bush and pink, juicy lips on view just below. He adjusted his bifocals nervously and counted to ten in his mind to calm his racing heart.

"Now, let us begin your examination," he said excitedly as he drew close and reached for her tits. His weathered hands shook with excitement.

She sat forward in her chair to give him better access but simultaneously complained, "What about my gown?"

"Oh, yes," he recalled, as he groped her mammaries with both hands. "Later. Right now a gown would interfere with my probe of your tits!" He fondled them vigorously for a few seconds, but then some semblance of sense returned to his brain. It occurred to him that a doctor didn't normally say "tits" and didn't normally yank at a patient's nipples as if trying to pull them off. He stilled his hands (though he didn't let go) and said, "Uh, that is to say, I need to thoroughly examine your chest region for signs. I'm very concerned."

"Concerned?" Hooters was now worried, and didn't seem to pay mind to the fact that he was once again groping her tits in a very excited and unprofessional manner.

"Yes," he huffed as his tried to control his breathing. "Concerned. Based on the sheer size of your jugs, I mean your breasts, and given what your boss told me, I have suspicions you may be suffering from a very rare malady."

"What did the Chief tell you? I like a good melody. I can't think of any song that would make me suffer."

"No. Malady. That means disease. The Chief told me that you have an overactive sex drive. He said you could hardly tear your mouth away from his penis every morning."

"That's so untrue!" Hooter pouted. "I've been trying for weeks to stop sucking his cock, but I never get it right. There's always some reason." She meant that she was trying to get her undercover outfit right so she wouldn't have to endure the Chief's blow job punishments, but the doctor misunderstood. Her words reinforced his impression that she simply couldn't resist giving her boss blow jobs.

"You see? An irresistible desire to suck cock, uh, er, to, uh, perform fellatio upon the male sex organ, is one classic symptom of this disease."

"What disease?" Hooters asked with rising concern. "Everyone always says how healthy I am. Especially my lungs. People are always telling me what a healthy set of lungs I have."

"That's true. You certainly have the healthiest body I've ever had the pleasure of groping. Uh! I mean, examining. But I fear you have, uh..." he was fixated on twisting and gawking at her hardened nipples, and found the word "nipplitis" come out of his mouth. "Yes. That's it. You have nipplitis."

"What's that? I've never heard of that." She moaned in involuntary delight as he continued to aggressively fondle her chest.

"Nipplitis, is uh..." Doctor Johnson drew from some of his more outlandish fantasies he'd had for the past week since his conversation with the Chief. "It's, uh, basically, it's having too much female hormones in your body. Your sexuality is all in overdrive. That's why you have such huge tits, wide and shapely hips, and pouty, kissable lips. That's why you have such a high sex drive. Within reason, it's not a problem, and in fact it can be a very pleasant condition, if you enjoy sex. But if left untreated for years, you can become so sexual that you will in fact slowly go insane."
"Insane? Oh no! Doctor, I've had big tits for years; ever since I was a teenager." (This was true, though a freak incident later in life caused them to grow to a remarkable size F. But that's another story.) "I think I may be in the advanced stages of this ... nipplitis. What do I do?"

"Don't worry. This is only my hypothesis at the moment. We don't know for sure if you have it. We need to conduct more tests." His hands finally left her chest, but only because he wanted to explore the rest of her body. His fingers snaked their way down her stomach, pausing to poke into her belly button. One hand followed the contour of her hips and another reached behind her to explore the top of her butt.

"What'll I do?" She didn't seem to mind the hands - again, she got felt up so often, especially in the last weeks at work by all her coworkers ever since the Chief had made her dress like a whore every day, that she didn't pay much mind to aggressive fondling. And now, with this disease idea, she wanted the doctor to examine her body as thoroughly as possible, so she didn't resist or complain whatsoever.

The only problem was he was so close to cumming, and he didn't want to blow a wad in his pants while she was so willing. So, most reluctantly, he tested her knee reflexes for a few minutes while generally keeping his eyes closed. That didn't bring his erection to an end, but brought it back to manageable levels.

Satisfied he could handle more stimulation, he returned his attention to her chest. He gave himself a thin excuse. "As you can tell from the name, it's especially important to examine the nipples." He couldn't resist, and threw his face into her cleavage. He buried his nose deep in her chest and luxuriated in her lovely feminine smell. Then he moved to a nipple and began to suck most enthusiastically. He grabbed her other nipple and pinched and twisted it. He even bit down lightly on the nipple in his mouth.

That resulted in a very audible groan of pleasure from Agent Hooters. She asked naively, "Doctor? Is what you're doing thoroughly, um, medical? It reminds me of what people do to me when I'm having sex."

He pulled away to answer. "You see? You have this fixation on sex. Everything reminds you of sex. Even someone sucking on your tit reminds you of sex. It's not healthy." He dove back into her chest, and used a free hand to grope at her ass. He was barely able to control himself and at least somewhat maintain the charade.

But again, she was remarkably tolerant. "Oh, doctor! Oooh! Careful there. Those are really sensitive. Yes, I guess you're right. I'm having very horny feelings even as we speak. I must be a bad patient."

Doctor Johnson was so excited by her words that he decided to throw caution to the wind and go for the gold. He regretfully pulled his head from her chest, and said, "Yes, uh... It appears your tits are all, uh, in order. But we need more testing. One good way to tell if your condition is serious is to examine your blow job technique. Would you mind doing that? I could, you know, volunteer a penis." He coughed nervously. "My penis, in fact, if you need one." His hands finally left her body (to his great disappointment, as one hand had just discovered her bush and the other had been exploring her butt crack). He positioned his hands on his belt buckle with great hope in his heart.

"Well, of course I need one, silly. Bring it over here. How do I pass the blow job test?" Again, she gave blow jobs so regularly that she hardly blinked at his request. His "nipplitis" story would have been utterly absurd for just about anyone, but it was quite plausible in comparison to the many absurd stories her coworkers would regularly give her that usually led to blow jobs.

Doctor Johnson could hardly believe his own boldness. Asking for a blow job was wildly out of character - he'd never even asked his religious wife to give him one. But he'd gone a bit crazy, much like an archeologist who stumbles across a large golden treasure and immediately jettisons all professional ethnics due to gold fever. He was even more amazed that this buxom beauty was actually going to follow his orders. He'd never fully believed what the Chief promised about this opportunity.

Hooters was sitting high up in the examination chair. She dropped down to the ground so she could wrap her mouth around his very hard shaft. She got to work sucking while she waited for his answer on how to pass the "blow job test."

He wasn't sure what to say, but finally responded, "I unfortunately can't tell you how to pass, as that would bias the results. Just do what comes naturally, and do your best."

"Mmmm-ooo-kaaayyy...." she said in a muffled voice from within her penis-stuffed mouth. Her tongue was already exploring; she didn't waste time.

Doctor Johnson stood in complete awe. He was rendered nearly insensible with amazement and pure joy. Within seconds his penis was enveloped by a very active, probing tongue. The additional sensation of her lips tightly grasping his shaft like a virginal vagina was nearly too much to take. Holy shit! It's true! Everything the Chief told me is completely true! This woman has got to be the most gullible blonde on the planet! Not only that, but she is more beautiful than anything in my wildest dreams! This is completely unreal! How am I so lucky to be on the receiving end of such an INCREDIBLE blow job? Hell, I imagine even a normal blow job would be fantastic, but I must be in the mouth of a real expert.

Fuck! She is sucking my penis down into her stomach like her mouth is an industrial-sized Hoover vacuum cleaner! I don't know if my heart can take it. Who knows? I may even be able to fuck this woman before the day is out. No. I can't even dare to hope that. But maybe? Who knows? God yes! Suck it! Like that! YES!

At first quietly he whispered "yes," more to himself than anything. Then his voice grew louder. And louder. "Yes!" Soon he was shouting, "YES!" She sucked and licked like there was no tomorrow. Her tongue seemed inhuman - it danced around inside her mouth like a lithe snake. Doctor Johnson had dutifully fucked his frumpy wife on a near daily basis for years, but he'd never experienced half the pleasure from any fucking as he had from this blow job, and he hadn't even cum yet.

But to his horror, the door to the examination room opened. He turned his head around and saw his nurse Debbie standing there, horrified at what she was seeing.

"Doctor! What are you..." was all she could say.

To the doctor's greater horror, he found he could look past Debbie and see a number of patients waiting in the waiting room. They had a direct view into the room and were all staring at Agent Hooters bobbing on his crotch. The doctor and patient happened to be at an ideal angle for all the people in the waiting room to clearly see what they were doing. Luckily, Hooters had her eyes closed and she was too preoccupied giving her all for the blow job to notice that the door had opened.

Doctor Johnson waved his arms wildly in an attempt to gesture the door closed and shouted, "Nurse! Please come in!" The interruption almost caused him to go soft, but no penis could remain soft long in the secret agent's mouth, so it had the pleasant effect of prolonging the experience instead.

Debbie stepped in further and closed the door behind her. She was still puzzled and very disturbed by what she was seeing. Her doctor had been the epitome of professionalism until now. Despite the occasional leering glance her way, he seemed far too mannered and restrained to ever make any move one might consider sexual harassment. Yet here he was, engaging in what was clearly and blatantly a violation of his medical ethics.

The doctor knew that his goose was cooked if Debbie wasn't dealt with properly. But he had no plan, and wasn't the type to resort to tricks like blackmail. He was basically a very moral person who had gone wild due to this once in a lifetime experience. He had a hard time thinking at all, given that a human vacuum cleaner continued to suck and lick his penis like her life depended on it.

While Agent Hooters continued her close-eyed cocksucking, he looked at Debbie with a desperate pleading in his eyes. He put his hands together as if praying and tried his best visual begging gestures. Then he brought a finger to his lips and motioned for the nurse to at least stay silent. He continued to plead, though his face periodically broke into expressions of pure euphoria instead, when Hooters did something unexpectedly pleasurable with her tongue or lips.

Debbie calmed down from her initial shock and just rolled her eyes in disgust at his unprofessional behavior and abject begging. But she remained silent. Finally, in a monotone, she asked him. "What did you want me for?" The doctor gave her a puzzled look, so she explained, "I thought I heard you calling, so I said, ‘Doctor, do you want me?' and you answered, ‘yes.' Though now I'm thinking you must have had something else on your mind." She rolled her eyes again.

Given the continually mind-blowing cocksucking, the doctor responded surprisingly coherently. "Nurse, uh, I need to talk to you for a minute in private. About Miss Hoovers' condition. I meant, uh, Miss Hooters' condition. I worry that she's in a very dire state."

The nurse looked down at the naked cocksucker and couldn't help but feel a pang of lust. This buxom blonde was going at it with such a passion that it seemed to be she was born to suck cock. But the nurse's arousal was overwhelmed by her exasperation and disappointment in the doctor. She replied, "Sure. I'll be outside. Let me know when you're, uh... finished up in here." She slammed the door as she left.

The doctor couldn't hold out much longer from Agent Hooters' expert ministrations; in fact, it was a miracle he'd lasted this long. He gave up all resistance as soon as he heard the door close. His cum gushed into her mouth without warning, and he was delighted that she swallowed it all up. In fact, she seemed to eagerly devour his ropes, as if she lived only to consume loads of cum.

When it was all over she sat back up on her chair, with her legs casually dangling from each side, which had an effect of opening her cunt and putting it on prominent display. But what turned the doctor on even more was the cum that dribbled out of the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin. She smiled at him with a face that had even more of a naughty, "come-fuck-me" look than usual.

He thought to himself, That's MY cum! I can't believe this Anna Nicole Smith look-alike just guzzled down my cum as happy as you please! Wild! And the Chief says he gets this treatment every single day. I think, no, I know, I would be dead of a heart attack already if I got this kind of excitement that often. Crazy.

She felt the cum dangling on her chin and swept it up into her mouth. She seemed to revel in swishing it around her mouth before the movement in her Adam's apple indicated she swallowed it all down. Then she asked, "How did I do, doctor? Am I infected?"

He said in an ecstatic voice, "You did wonderfully! Thank you! And yes, you're very infected! I'll be back in a minute."

For Agent Hooters these were very conflicting comments, so he left her in considerable confusion. She was puzzled why he appeared so ecstatic that she was infected. As he opened the door to go, she said, "Doctor, what about my hospital gown?"

Her eyes opened wide because, with the door open again, she was now able to look out into the waiting room and see the people there looking back at her. There were some young children and their mother, an older couple, and a gangly teenaged boy. The boy's eyes popped out at the naked beauty, Roger Rabbit-style. Agent Hooters attempted to cover up her chest, but one arm across her tits didn't do enough to hide all of her ample and bouncy charms (the other arm reflexively went to cover her cunt).

To the boy's even greater surprise, he saw her remove her arm from her tits while her hand explored the area around her mouth. She found another long white dribble and quickly scooped it into her mouth to get rid of it. She blushed profusely and the boy wondered if, incredibly, that was semen she'd just consumed. She refused to make eye contact with him, which allowed him to drink in her beauty without fear.

The doctor stood there for a while, still trying to process her question about wanting a hospital gown. He remained in a state of shock from the blow job, and he couldn't understand the strange repeated raising of her eyebrows. He remained unaware that people were looking into the room. He finally answered, "Oh yes. The gown. Don't worry. I'll pick you up one in a minute."

And he walked away, she frantically waved both arms up in the air. "The door! Doctor, the door!"

He belatedly remembered the door that he'd just walked through. He walked back and closed it. He looked into the waiting room and saw virtually everyone there staring in stunned silence at the now closed door. The few people who hadn't originally been in a position to look into Agent Hooters' room had changed chairs so they were. He looked at the one teenaged boy sitting on the edge of his waiting room chair and thought, Now there's one happy kid. I'm glad I could make his day. I forgot to close the door, but maybe next time I'll keep it open on purpose, just to please him. I remember when I was his age. I would have murdered people for this kind of opportunity.

He strolled on down the hall, happy as a clam, until he remembered the nurse Debbie. He went to look for her and found her sitting in his office on the edge of his desk. Thinking about her, he remembered his position and his morality. It all came flooding back, and he felt profoundly ashamed.

He burst into his own office and threw himself at her feet. "Debbie, please! Forgive me! This patient is crazy! She started sucking me off at the drop of a hat! What could I do? How could I resist? I'm only human. Did you see the way she looked? How could I resist her? Please don't tell! Please! You know I'm not a bad man. What do you want? I'll give it to you!"

Debbie was pleasantly surprised. She left him hanging with a long pause, and then answered, "No, you're not a bad man. I know you've been very loyal to your wife, so I'll let it go this one time. But I hope you'll take another look at that raise I asked for a couple of months ago. And I trust you won't do this with any other patients."

"Oh, thank you, Debbie. Of course. Consider the raise a done deal. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back in there with her. Oh, and by the way, I told her she has a disease called ‘nipplitis' and the cure is lots of sex. Thanks so much!" His morals were already crumbling again as he imagined Hooters naked and waiting. He flew out the door.

Debbie sat on his desk and pondered this new revelation. "Nipplitis?" I guess the doctor is a bit more horny and daring than I thought. Looks like he's going back in for a second helping, too. Who would have figured? Oh well, let him have his fun. He IS a good man, and I'm not about to blackmail the kindest and best employer I've ever had. ... "Nipplitis?" Ha! That woman in there must be the most brain dead slut the world has ever seen. And there's the way she dressed back when she actually bothered to wear clothes... Even her name Hooters. I can't say I blame the doctor at all. She's one hot piece of work!

Doctor Johnson hurried back to the room containing Agent Hooters, but along the way he remembered her request for a hospital gown. He stopped by a supply closet to get one. He went through several gowns, trying to find one that could fit her very ample chest, but then the thought came to him, Why don't I see how far I can go? Let's give her a child-sized one and see if she falls for it. She doesn't seem the type to storm out if she doesn't believe my excuses, so what do I have to lose? The guilt he was feeling mere moments before when speaking with nurse Debbie was now completely gone, as his lust overrode all other emotions.

He found Hooters waiting patiently, her legs still spread obscenely wide. He made a point to close the door this time. He gave her the gown, and she immediately complained, "Doctor Johnson, how am I supposed to put this on? I mean, can you imagine me fitting this little thing over my chest?"

The doctor nearly drooled imaging the sight of her trying to wiggle the tiny gown over her tits, but outwardly he kept his cool and said, "I'm sorry, but we seem to be all out of gowns except for that one. Can you make do for a short while until I find something better? We've never had a patient as busty as you before, so it'll take a while for us to scramble."

Agent Hooters grumbled, "Everyone's always saying that. It seems EVERYTHING I wear is far too tight." But she put it on. The doctor's penis was hard as diamond as he watched her struggle with it. The gown was so small that it didn't even come down to her bush. If she stayed still it covered both nipples, but as soon as she moved the fabric got caught up in her deep cleavage and left all of her tits but the cleavage completely uncovered. In the back, only the very top of her butt had any coverage at all. But, again, her history of being forced to wear scanty clothing wore down her urge to protest, and she was especially reluctant to complain to the dignified and concerned doctor who seemed to be going out of his way to conduct unorthodox tests to help diagnose her condition.

The seemingly staid, bespectacled doctor was in fact a raging cauldron of hormones by now. For some reason, the sight of the woman repeatedly trying to cover up her privates and repeatedly failing turned him on even more than before. He looked at her and thought, With this disease excuse, I can do anything I want! It's like having a flesh and blood Barbie doll to play with, except this one is completely anatomically correct! Ha!

As if to test this idea, he looked at her with a feigned concern and said, "Miss Hoov-, er, Hooters, mind if I check something for a minute?"

"Go ahead."

He stepped forward and inserted two fingers into the secret agent's cunt. He was pleased to see how lubricated she was - his fingers slid in as smooth as butter. The doctor had rather long and bony fingers and probed as deep as he could. He marveled that this was something he couldn't even do with his wife: her idea of sex was the missionary position with the man on top, and anything else was practically satanic. He'd read about the G-spot but never had a chance to put his knowledge about it - until now. His probing fingers quickly found it and he aggressively diddled with it.

She cried out, "Doctor Johnson? What are you DOING?"

He huffed, "This is an, um, important medicinal, er, medical, procedure. More testing." He reached up and groped at her tits.

"Oh. Well, I don't know. It's making me feel really... OoooOOOOoooh! DOCTOR! That feels so good!" Sadly, despite all her sexual experience, no one had ever stimulated her G-spot. Doctor Johnson realized this from the surprised look on her face.

As much as he enjoyed what he was doing, it wasn't enough. His only thought was fucking this beauty, immediately. His brain went into overdrive inventing an excuse. He explained, "Miss Hooters, based on your cocksuck-, um, your oral stimulation test earlier, I'm afraid that you do have the dreaded nipplitis. However, there is good news. There is a treatment. What you have is an overabundance of female hormones. The cure is to fill you with more male hormones, to balance it out."

"So you have some kind of pill?" Her hips wiggled and her chest heaved as he continued to poke at her G-spot.

"Not exactly. Your condition is too rare for there to be a pill. To be honest, in all my decades in medicine I have never seen another such case in the uh, er, flesh." He pulled his fingers out of her cunt so he could talk coherently. "After all, how many highly sexed, big-titted, gorgeous women are there these days? But luckily you can get the hormones straight from the source: any male. The substance commonly known as semen or cum is filled with the hormones you need. In fact, I'd guess the reason that your case hasn't developed into the debilitating phase is because you've managed to get enough cum on a near daily basis to stave off the worst effects. But apparently you haven't gotten enough to have the disease go into remission."
"Oh, wow. Doctor, that's so amazing. And so scary! To think that I've been angry at the Chief and Jimbo for making me suck them off and even fuck them so incredibly often. ... Oh no! But what about Agent Slut? If I have it, she's bound to have it too! And doctor! I feel all creepy, with the disease crawling all over inside of me. What will I do?"

"If I may be so bold, I suggest immediate treatment. One method is to find some cum and rub it deep into your skin. It's best to rub it into the face, chest, and or butt." One of his hands had never left her chest, and now he rubbed his palm all over her sweaty fleshy tits as if to illustrate how the cum should be rubbed in. "Or you can ingest it in the mouth or put it up your anus. But the best way is to get a deposit straight into your vagina. That's where the disease is most active, so you need to frequently coat the inner walls of your vagina with cum." He held his breath to see if she would buy this absurd story. He wiped his sweaty forehead, as he was perspiring with excitement and fear.

She gratefully put her hand on his hand resting over her left tit, and gave it a friendly squeeze. "Doctor Johnson, thanks a million. I feel better already knowing a trustworthy man like you is on top of things." She looked at him in a funny way, and continued, "Forgive me, doctor; I don't know if I'm crossing some kind of line into sexual activity, but... Well... I was wondering, could I ask you to, uh, you know what you were saying about immediate treatment? Since I already sucked you off, do you think it would be too much if you fucked me? Like, right now?"

The doctor thought, I just died and went to heaven. She's completely falling for it! ... She's even eager to fuck. What a fool! Calm. Don't overtax the heart. ... Count to ten.

Once he had his emotions somewhat under control, he said to her, "Um, well, I think..."

She hopped up and rushed to him. She grabbed his shoulders and asked in a much more pleading tone, "Please, doctor! Please! I feel so infected! It's so gross to have those nipplitis-oids or whatever they're called running all around inside me! Fuck me please? Just this one time?"

The doctor could barely keep up his pretense - having HER beg HIM to fuck was almost too much for his weak heart. He tried to sound reluctant as he answered, "Okay, I suppose." But the tone of his voice was excited and at the same time his hands nearly tore his pants open. His six-inch penis sprang out. While he wasn't endowed with a particularly long member, he was proud of its considerable width. He hoped that he would be up for the task and adequately please his extraordinary patient. He had no doubt that she would rock his world.

There was no point in having Agent Hooters take off her gown since it didn't impede access to any of her erogenous zones and he actually was more aroused seeing her so insufficiently dressed instead of completely naked. But the trouble was finding where in the room they could fuck. The floor was cold and hard. But then it occurred to the doctor that the examination chair could be brought down into a table position. He attacked the controls and frantically spun the knob that brought the chair down.

Agent Hooters meanwhile playfully fondled his swinging penis. She knew that she may not have been the best secret agent, but she recalled that everyone back at the agency seemed to agree that she was great with penises. She had such a magical touch in knowing where and how to rub that the doctor worried he would blow his wad just before he could have a proper fuck.

But luckily that didn't happen. She lay down with a happy smile and he covered her with his body. He could hardly wait a second, and plunged his penis deep into her soaking wet snatch.

She immediately moaned and mewled with pleasure. The doctor thought, Talk about a woman who is born to be fucked. She loves it! Even though she looks like a porn star, there's no pressure on me to perform to some high standard because she's already in ecstasy just from having any ol' penis in her. She's trembling with delight! And I'm shaking too, just to get my hands back on all her ample but firm goodies. Shit, these tits are too much! But these thrusts deep inside are better! She's thrusting right back! ... My heart! Don't overdo it. I can't die now!

They sawed back and forth. Agent Hooters was even a better fucker than a cocksucker. Doctor Johnson still couldn't get over her beauty - he touched one body part after another, thinking, She should be studied in medical school because every inch is the perfection of the human form! She's so soft, and yet so muscular! Her body seriously deserves a case study. Back in the day, the doctor's wife was quite a looker, and he still maintained an elderly handsomeness like an older Sean Connery, but Hooters was nearly inhuman in the way she oozed sex and beauty. She could put just about any Playboy Playmate to shame, both with looks and with pure fucking talent.

Unfortunately, it was all too much for an older man like the doctor to handle. He barely lasted five minutes going in and out of her steamy box. But at least when he came, he really came. Below his thick penis hung a very large set of balls that contained a sizable amount of cum, looking to find a warm cunt. With a loud groan he trembled and quaked, and he filled her vagina with his creamy seed.

She seemed quite pleased with his thrusting, and moaned and groaned in utter delight each and every time he dug into her. The fact was, despite her world class looks, there were few men in her life who could give the kind of quality fucking that she so richly deserved. Compared to the likes of Jimbo Bond, the doctor's fucking skills seemed pretty good.

Just after it ended, she moaned in surprise, "Doctor! That was sooOOOooo nice! Can we do that again? … Oh dear. Is that the nipplitis in me talking? Oh no! I'm afraid it is! Please heal me, doc. I'm so worried. I need more male cum!"

Doctor Johnson was far from worried. He lay collapsed upon her and remained there with closed eyes. He felt like he could stay that way forever. His only concerned thought was, I've set up this perfect situation. I can have blow jobs and fucks by the score before the day is over, if only my body is capable. But I'm an old man with a weak heart. I can't handle much more of this. If I can get it up twice more today, that'll be above and beyond the call. What a rotten shame. ... If I can't fuck her much, at least maybe I could get my rocks off by watching. Too bad I don't have someone here like the Chief to help. ... You know, it's a crazy thought, but what about the teenaged kid I saw out in the waiting room? He must still be there since I haven't gotten to see him or any other patient since this monster-titted hussy arrived. With him helping, we just might be able to keep Miss Hooters well fucked all morning long. My other patients can go to Hell! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity!

Agent Hooters got up from underneath him and stood next to the table. She seemed to think he was passed out, which he very nearly was. To his surprise, she shouted at the door, "Nurse? Can I get some help here? Nurse?"

Before the still-dazed doctor could react or speak to stop the nurse call, Debbie opened the door. She gasped. Not only was the patient standing in front of her, for all practical purposes naked and obviously glowing with that freshly fucked look, but her beloved and trusted doctor and boss was lying face down, naked as the day he was born. Debbie looked at his hairy butt with more than idle curiosity. She thought, HE fucked HER? Well, I'll be. Either she's even more of a slut than I realized or there's more sex drive and boldness in the doctor than I ever imagined. Probably some of both. He's actually more handsome without his clothes than I figured. Not a bad butt at all. But her gawking was interrupted.

"Nurse? Is there a telephone I can use?" Agent Hooters looked at the nurse with great concern.

Debbie looked at the patient and tried not to look down, but the glistening juices and the overwhelming smell of cunt made it difficult to think and maintain eye contact. In fact, there was no phone in the room or anywhere nearby, except for the one on the wall of the waiting room, and another where the receptionist sat. The doctor also had a phone in his office down the hall.

Doctor Johnson sprang to life. He got up and walked toward Debbie, shocking her with his casual nudity. He said, "Debbie, let me handle this. Can you go tell Rhoda to take a ten-minute break? Please take her place out front for a while."

Debbie couldn't figure out why the doctor wanted her to take Rhoda's office receptionist role, but she wasn't thinking clearly on the point. Her eyes were glued to the doctor's crotch. She was surprised at the size of his penis, even while flaccid. But her view of it was brief. She nodded dumbly and fled the room, too confused to attempt any understanding.

The doctor turned back to his wonderful patient. "Miss Knockers - HOOTERS! Sorry. Miss Hooters." He suddenly began laughing, realizing how silly it was that "knockers" was wrong but "hooters" was correct. "I have bad news about the phone…"

A couple of minutes later Debbie was surprised again, sitting in Rhoda's place, because Agent Hooters came out into the waiting room still dressed in her woefully inadequate child-sized hospital gown. Debbie couldn't figure out at first how Doctor Johnson could have forgotten the phone in his office, but then it slowly dawned on her that the doctor didn't forget. Again, she was amazed at what this mild-mannered doctor was capable of.

The special agent tried her best to cover up as she stood in front of the waiting room crowd, but there were too many strategic spots to cover and not enough hands. The problem got much worse once she reached the phone. She had to use one hand to dial and another to hold the receiver, leaving her no hands to cover up her exposed ass, tits, or cunt.

What was even worse was that the doctor explained that she shouldn't wipe up his cum or her juices now dripping down her thighs if she wanted to be cured of the nipplitis. So when she nervously rubbed her legs together, her wet thighs made lewd, sticky, slurpy noises. On top of it, the cum made her smell like a whorehouse.

There were six people in the waiting room. All stared with mouths agape. The gangly teenager was blessed with a chair right next to the phone. He could smell the nearly naked woman's cunt as well as if he had his nose buried in it, and he could clearly see the folds of her cunt lips. His shorts tented dramatically and he clutched his groin, mortified that he might shoot off at any second. The two other adult males in the room had identical reactions and comically clutched at their groins too.

There were two boys under the age of ten with their mother. The older one pointed and exclaimed in a loud voice, "Look Mommy! Why is that woman naked? And her chest is so swollen and bouncy! And … ewww! She smells funny."

Agent Hooters blushed and tried to ignore the children. She stood with one hand ineffectually attempting to cover her tits and the other hand holding the phone. "Hello? Agent Slut? ... I'm so glad to reach you! Listen. I have a big problem. You do too. I'm at the doctor's office, and he says I have a nasty disease. From the symptoms he explained I'm almost positive you've got it too! ... Symptoms? You know, things like big tits and itchy cunts and penis-hungry mouths. The doctor says those are all signs of the disease, so I figure you're just as infected as me. ... I think you need to have the doctor check you out. Drop what you're doing and tell the Chief you just have to come here immediately! ... Okay? ... Good. I'll see you soon. Bye."

Doctor Johnson had been peeking from over Debbie's shoulders at the receptionist's desk into the waiting room, mostly to see how her appearance in the impossibly small gown went over with the strangers there. But he could hardly believe his ears. Don't tell me there's ANOTHER woman like this one? Named "Agent Slut," no less? My heart! I can't take it! ... There's no way I can handle one woman like this, much less two. I really WILL have to recruit this kid sitting in the waiting room to help out. I don't know if even he and I combined will be able to handle it, but we've got to try.

Agent Hooters walked back to the door where the doctor was standing. He motioned her inside, back to the room she'd been in before. Everyone in the waiting room, including Debbie sitting where the receptionist was, watched with a mixture of sadness and awe as the agent's incredible and firm naked ass wiggled and swayed across the room and then disappeared beyond the door. They knew they would probably never see another naked ass as perfect as that in their lives.

With the door opened wide now, Doctor Johnson whispered to the pimply teenager on the other side of the waiting room, "Pssst!"

The boy pointed at himself with a "Who? Me?" expression. When the doctor nodded yes, the shocked teenaged came over.

The doctor was quite shaky and excitable, but the kid was even more so. The doctor said, "Let's see. I've had you here before. You're Thomas. Right?"

Thomas had a deep blush before the doctor even started talking to him, but he blushed even more, expecting to be chastised. "Yeah. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to look at her like that..."

The doctor interrupted. "Shut up, kid. Don't worry about it." He smiled a smile of benign generosity. "In fact, today is your lucky day."