Another squirt of lube and we resumed me rubbing his cock and making imaginary notes on my clipboard I made sure that he was pointing straight up at my chest as I wanted to watch him spunk all over my cleavage when he came. With what seemed like genuine embarrassment on his part and mock surprise from me, I watched as long jets of semen coated my neck and cleavage and ran down into my bra.
I made a theatrical, job done ‘tick’ on my clipboard and reached for the tissues. As PJ wiped himself, I made no attempt to hide all the semen on my chest and continued as though I was used to my patients coming on my tits several times a day.
“I think I have all I need from you today” I said without a glimmer of a smile. “I have your contact details so one of my nurses will email you with details of your next appointment. It would help if you had a week of abstinence before we meet again, we’ll be in touch.”
I kept PJ talking for a few minutes without letting him put his clothes on to reassert my senior position in our continuing doctor-patient relationship and ensured that whenever he made a move I would check him and look as though I needed another look at his waning cock. I could sense his impatience but as I was ignoring his spunk all over me, he seemed to recognise that I was still in character and he needed to comply.
I was enjoying the feeling of having a spattered blouse and with PJ’s ejaculate decorating my cleavage as I continued to make polite professional conversation with my newest patient. I could feel myself growing into the role and needed to get my money’s worth out of the medical equipment I’d bought. I had no plans to widen my client base but equally wanted a repeat performance.
I eventually took myself off upstairs as my knickers were wet through and I wanted to wash my chest before it became too crispy. I was also in need of satisfying my own burning desire to get off and my trusty vibrator was in my bedside drawer. I didn’t need the lube nor more than a couple of minutes to tease my clit to a thunderous orgasm as I felt my husband’s cold semen spreading across my neck as I lay on the bed. It was a long and mind-blowing orgasm as I thought about PJ with a doctor, not myself, and him getting pulled off in a genuine surgery.
They were good images and I toyed with trying for a second orgasm. However, I opted for a hot shower and allowing plans to run through my head for the next appointment. I needed to recruit a fake nurse or bring in a consultant to discuss this difficult case with.
I knew PJ was looking for a role reversal to deal with my fictitious vaginal dryness but that would have to wait. Besides, he didn’t have anyone he could readily recruit as a fellow professional for a follow up appointment and I hadn’t finished being a doctor just yet.