The Robust Doctor 7: first date

When Ernesto left my house, I started searching for tobacco like crazy. I needed a damn cigarette, no matter what, after so many emotions, but I couldn't find it anywhere. Maybe it had fallen out of my jacket pocket at some point.

I was about to leave the house to buy a pack when I received a message from the Doctor:

"By the way, don't look for the tobacco. I took it when you were in the bathroom because... you don't smoke anymore! Instead, I offer you a date with me on Friday night. Movie and dinner. But only if you quit smoking. What do you say?"

"Damn bastard!", I thought. "As soon as you let your guard down, this guy puts you to the test! A date with the Doctor? Pffffffffffff. It's clear he knows how to motivate a patient".

"Has anyone ever told you that you're a damn bastard?" I replied, typing as fast as I could with a smile on my face. "Okay, I'll try, but I don't promise anything, Doctor".

"If you smoke, you'll have to punish yourself," he said. A shiver ran down my spine.

"What's the punishment?" I knew he wouldn't tell me, but I had to try.

"You'll only know that if you make the mistake of smoking".

"See you on Friday, Dr. Robusto".

I sent him a heart. Despite being exhausted, I had trouble sleeping. I had a severe craving and was nervous like a schoolgirl. I still couldn't believe that this magnificent specimen of a stallion wanted to have a date with me. A date, damn it! How intense! Nevertheless, the abundant cum that pushed my ass to come out reminded me that this was very real.

Friday arrived, and Ernesto appeared punctually. I felt a pang in my stomach when I looked him up and down: he was wearing jeans and a tight black t-shirt that made me salivate automatically, although it was weird to see him without his formal doctor's clothes.

"Hello, Ernesto," I greeted him as I left the building. I loved having to look up to meet his eyes.

"Hello, Ángel".

He took my hand and made me spin around to check me out from the front and back. He didn't say anything, just grunted. I laughed. The rest was said by his pig-like face. I had put on a brand-name, pocket-filled, jeans that highlighted my ass, and a thin turquoise t-shirt with a pointed collar that perfectly outlined my elegant swimmer's physique.

He was surprised when I jumped over him, monkey-style, to hang from his bull-like neck. He caught me effortlessly while laughing.

His eyes sparkled. I approached his mouth, and we shared a surprisingly tender kiss, in contrast to the devouring kisses we had exchanged until then. When I pulled away from him, we were both out of breath, took a deep breath, and sighed at the same time with a silly face. We burst out laughing. What a pair we were: we looked like adolescents.

"Does the bite mark still hurt?" he asked, seeing it on my neck.

"Yes, it does. You bit me pretty hard. And now it's quite we...