I pumped harder as I leaned down to suck on one nipple. She continued to coo softly and thrust her hips repeatedly against my hand, timing her push with mine. She grabbed my head with her hands and kept moving me from one breast to the other. I swirled my tongue on her nipples and then gently bit on each one. “Ooooooh…..I can feel my orgasm coming….coming…here is is….Yessss!” she cried out as she spasmed against my hand then fell back on the exam table. I could feel her cum run down my wrist so I gently removed my fingers and licked all her juice off them. So sweet!
I have no idea how much time had passed as my brain finally freed itself from the fog but I could still feel my throbbing member straining to get out of confinement. Nervously, I looked at the clock and realized all this had only taken six minutes of time. Six minutes! My typical patient encounter often lasts ten to twelve minutes and I had allotted fifteen for these exams so we were safe from discovery from a curious staff nurse but the room and my hand definitely smelled of sex. I flipped on the exhaust fan as she gradually sat back up with a giant smile on her flushed face. “Oh, Doctor, that was exactly what I needed!” she exclaimed. “Thank you so much!”
“Mrs. Quinn…” I began as my cock began to soften in the face of the sudden realization that I had destroyed my life without conscious thought and could soon be ruined.
“Why don’t you call me Mary?” she responded.
“Well, Mary, that was very unprofessional of me. I don’t know what to say…,” I gushed, knowing that my professional life was now completely in this woman’s hands. To this day I wonder how events would have unfolded if I’d run out of the room screaming in the face of her original nude display.
“I could care less about you being professional and more about you being human,” she smiled. “You met my urgent need just as I requested. You’re the best Doctor I could ever have hoped for. And this needs to be our secret.”
“You better believe I’ll take this to the grave,” I thought. Instead I said, “I agree with you but this cannot happen again and I’m concerned about what we can do about any future ‘aches’ that you have?”
She reached up to caress my cheek as she continued, “I told you that I wanted to do the things on my list and this was definitely one at the top. But, I have many, many more to get to. Who knows if I’ll need another ‘check up’ in the future? I may just call on you again but, don’t worry, I will be discreet.” As she was speaking, she pulled her sweatshirt off the hook and slipped it over her head…no bra, her nipples still fully erect…then she stepped into her shorts…commando style…I noticed. I had a moment of sadness as I saw first her gorgeous tits then her beautiful pussy slide out of view. She was truly a beautiful and sexual woman, even if she’d allowed me to ruin my life.
Then she leaned up, cupped one cheek in each hand and kissed me gently on the mouth. She put her gown in the laundry hamper, pulled off the table paper covering the exam table, including the very wet spot where her pussy had been, and balled it up. She put it in the trash can then turned to look in the mirror and flipped her hair. Then she strode over and opened the door to the hall. “Be sure to bill me for the fabulous ‘service’, Doctor,” she winked as she walked away.
I was still stunned at what had just happened. Why had I been so hypnotized? I shook my head and hurriedly began washing the cum off my hand and arm as Lynn came into the room. She said, “Your ten thirty rescheduled for next week so you have fifteen minutes free.” I could have sworn that she sniffed the air with a curious expression on her face.
“Bathroom time,” I smiled and proceeded into the john. A soon as the door lock clicked, I unbuttoned my shirt, dropped my pants and stepped out of those then my boxers. My cock was at half-mast but I could feel it still throbbing with unfulfilled need. I had satisfied her but, thankfully, she had not reciprocated. I could just imagine someone coming in the room while she was sucking my erect dick or have a view of us fucking. Maybe I could get away with finger fucking a patient since I never actually had intercourse with her. Didn’t our President weasel out of his affair with Monica by redefining “is”? After all, wasn’t extreme horniness a medical problem that needed to be treated?
These semi-logical thoughts were chased from my mind as I began replaying the intense masturbation act I’d just performed on Mary and my cock sprang back fully erect. Oh, what the hell! So I grabbed a bottle of the lotion the staff uses after hand washing, squirted some onto my palm and proceeded to furiously pound my meat. It took no more than five seconds before I shot a huge gusher out onto the mirror over the sink, then several further squirts of cum which splashed onto the sink faucet and down the side.
Oh my god did that feel good! I collapsed onto the toilet seat to catch my breath. After a few minutes, I realized that I was still partially erect so I lotioned up and began stroking again as I replayed the scene with Mary in my mind. Soon I could feel the spunk boiling in my balls and I blew another load of cum onto the wall. What was wrong with me, acting like a horny teen? I was a thirty eight year-old physician not a sex-starved junkie. I sat in the bathroom breathing heavily the full break time, then freshened up and tried to resume normalcy. I kept pushing the encounter with Mary into the deepest recesses of my mind just so that I could function but, still, the rest of the day passed as a blur.
As I walked into my apartment that evening, my wife, Gail, jumped on me and wrapped her arms around my neck. She pressed her tits into my chest and wrapped her legs around my waist as she snuggled in. “Welcome home, dear. How was your day?” she asked.
I was shocked after blowing two loads at clinic today to feel my cock spring back to life. She felt it pressing into her groin as our hips were locked together. She smiled and said, “Well, I see someone missed me.”
“I see you missed me, too,” I replied as I grabbed her ass and began rubbing her pussy on my rod. She didn’t know that I was picturing Mary’s spasming cunt in my mind as we continued. We kissed passionately for a bit, our tongues exploring each other. She humped me furiously and had her first orgasm without us even undressing. “Wow!” she exclaimed, “That was intense…and so quick! You are hard as a rock! Let’s hold dinner for a bit while we get out of these duds and enjoy each other some more. I can tell that you badly need to cum.” Little did she know that this would be the third of the day.
It had been this hot for the whole nine years we’d been married. We’d met at a restaurant one Friday night where she was working as the evening hostess to pay her way through Portland State. I was struck by her big blue eyes, long straight blond hair, flawless smile and freckles over the bridge of her nose. She was wearing a simple black dress and her tits, which completely filled out her top, were gorgeous, her waist slim and her legs well toned from running on the track team. She had the sweetest smile as she led me into the restaurant and asked if I had a table preference.