I was all nervy and quivery as I sat in the waiting room. I was due to collect the results of the medical tests I did a few weeks back and now I had been told the doctor was ready for me.
“Miss Sanusi, the doctor would see you now,” the receptionist called for me.
As I entered the doctor’s office, I shot quick glances around. Besides the doctor’s desk, his chair and two other chairs across from his, the only other furniture the room had was the patient’s bed set against the wall at the other end. I sat on one of the two the chairs facing the doctor.
“Hi, I am Doctor Martins,” he started, shuffling through wads of papers on his desk.
“I have your results here,” he continued, referring to the papers in his hands, “And everything looks good.”
I was relieved, glad of it. “Just a few things that caught my interest so that I would like to run a checkup on you real quick, is all.”
“Might something seem to be the problem, doctor?”
“Oh, rest your mind, ma’am. I’m just trying to make assurance double sure, no more. First, I would like for you to take off your clothes, change into our hospital gown hanging right over there and lie on the bed. I will leave you a couple of minutes to change.”
After the doctor closed the door behind him, I grew calmer. I removed my clothes, my underwear inclusive, and changed. The hospital gown was rather light on the skin. I felt exposed but I was of the mind the doctor wouldn’t take any notice of my body. I supposed he had done this thousand of times over as I laid on the bed in the office, laying my mind to rest.
Doctor Martins knocked and came in to stand by the bed. He put his stethoscope to his ears and brought the other end to my chest. After listening to my heart for a few seconds, he unplugged his instrument and mumbled something under his breath.
He reached out his hands and pressed one palm against the side of my neck. “Does this hurt?”
I shook my head and said no. He went about applying pressure to some other parts of my neck, gradually reaching down. In no time at all, I felt Doctor Martin’s palm on the side of my boobs through the light hospital gown that I was in now. He rubbed against it, a seemingly worried look crinkling his face. I wasn’t sure whether or not his touching me there should have me uncomfortable, seeing as he looked so professional. So I leaned more to trusting the man was just about his business.
He moved his hand from the side to rest on my breast whole. He pressed his palm against my boob and my nipple began to respond. Then he added his other hand and moved both hands around my boobs, making sure his palms never left touching with my nipples.
I squirmed a little under his caressing, feeling very aroused now but then I was struggling to conceal the fact. I did not want to make him uncomfortable. I clenched my legs tightly together when I started to feel myself get warm.
Unendingly, Doctor Martins assailed my breasts with his massages, makings sure to graze my hardening nipples every single time.
It felt a commixture of relief and let-down when he left off massaging my breasts. They came to rest on my flat tummy and once again he asked if it hurt as he kept on poking around as if checking for lumps. He moved his hands lower and lower until they were resting on my crotch area.
The further down he ventured, the wetter the tension made me. I kept squirming, almost shuddering, and hoped he paid me no mind at all. He looked toward my thighs and asked, “Where did you get that, Miss Sanusi?” He referred to a mole I have on my thigh. I told him it had been there since I knew not when. He used one hand to rub over the mole and the other to rub my inner thighs.
“I would like to check for more things like this. These things should not go unwatched,” he warned almost indistinctly under a husky tone.
I involuntarily parted my legs a little wide as the doctor began stroking the inside of my thighs. He went higher under the gown and I felt charging high with urgent need. He raised the gown and glanced at my pussy-folds. I needed his fingers pleasuring me there but Doctor Martins played satisfied just stroking me around my thighs.
I parted my legs some more, hoping the sight of my open cunt will clue him in on my present mind. His hand slipped closer to my love-folds and he slowly penetrated two fingers into my dampness.
A sharp moan expired through my lips, betraying my starved arousal to the air of his notice. He began thrusting me with those fingers repeatedly until I was bucking my hips upward to meet his thrusts.
“Hmm… OK…” Doctor Martins muttered, a wild glint of lustful mischief glowing in his eyes now, “there is a remedy for this wet, sticky situation here, I tell you that.”
I nearly leapt up from the bed to scream in glee when the doctor unzipped his trousers and climbed up the bed to lean over me. His iron-hard tool found my open pussy and invaded me.
I let out a loud moan again and he claimed my mouth in a kiss to strangle my noise out. He began thrusting his cock in and out of me. Doctor Martins moved my gown further up and bent his head towards my boobs. He took one nipple into his mouth and began to suck on it as he banged me.
I groaned, grinding my hips against him as he found more and more depth in me with every stroke. He pounded me mercilessly until I exploded my sweet waters around him. He did not relent his strokes, rather, he assaulted my cunt harder and faster until he froze, grunting deeply, and shot his seed into me.
After a little while, he dismounted from the bed, got a tissue paper to wipe me off, and adjusted my gown.
“You can get down from the bed now, Miss Sanusi. Everything seems to be just tiptop now,” he said, one vast smile.
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