by Miley Milque
The torture was getting to be more than she could handle.
When the cuff deflated again and he took it off her arm, his fingers brushing against her skin again, her pussy throbbed. Painfully aware that the doctor's cock was within reach, her push ached to be filled. She moaned again.
"Jenna, I have to say I'm a little concerned with your pulse and blood pressure. They get higher every time I see you."
"I know, Doctor. I don't think there's anything I can do about it though."
"Are you getting enough exercise? Staying away from high fat foods?"
"I eat pretty healthy. I could get more exercise I suppose. But I think there's something wrong with me. A sickness and I don't think there's any cure except..."
The look of concern on his face almost made her stop but he was a doctor. In theory he should be willing to do whatever was necessary to help his patients. He leaned in closer.
"Except for you to fuck me, right here and now."
He took a step backward when she finally blurted out what she wanted from him. Feeling vulnerable sitting there shirtless she forced herself to sit straighter and not cross her arms over her chest.
Instead she pushed her boobs out more drawing his attention to the round swell of them over her bra.
"Jenna, you're my patient."
There was no turning back now. Either he would have sex with her in this room or she would be looking for another doctor. She reached behind her to unclasp her bra. The sides of it flared out away from her body, the straps still on her shoulders.
She grabbed underneath her boobs and pulled the underwire away from her body, tossing the bra on the chair with her top.
His eyes grew darker as he drank in the sight of her naked breasts. He clenched his hands at his sides. A muscle in his jaw twitched.
"And as your patient I know what I need. I need you to fuck me, hard, right on this table."
He paced the small room and Jenna could see the hard length of his cock pressing against his pants. A shiver of excitement raced through her. He couldn't turn her down.
She needed him, needed to have him inside her, filling her.
"I could lose my practice."
Though he spouted excuses he took off his lab coat but didn't come any closer to her yet. He ran a hand through his thick brown hair. He cast a glance at the exam room door.
Would he lock it? Would he give in and give her what she wanted?
“I won’t tell if you don’t. Please, Dr. Miller. I need to feel you inside me. It’s been driving me crazy for months.”
With a groan he hurried to the door and locked it. He turned to face her, his gaze homing in on her breasts. Under his gaze her nipples perked up. A smile tugged his lips.
He yanked off his lab coat. After hanging it up on the hook on the back of the door he unbuttoned his shirt, slipping if off carefully, folding it and putting it on top of her clothes.
She itched to caress her hands down his muscled chest, over those toned abs. She held her breath when his hands went to his pants. He unzipped his pants and she did the same with her own jeans.
He pushed his pants past his hips. She jumped up slightly on the table to pull her jeans down her hips. At the same time they pushed their pants down their legs. He stepped out of his and folded them as he'd done with his shirt. Her jeans pooled on the floor in front of the exam table.
The paper crinkled under her naked body as she shifted back into place. Her gaze zeroed in on his cock. It was long and thick and already semi-hard. He walked over to her and she spread her legs so he could settle between them.
He leaned into as he had before to listen to her lungs but this time he brushed his lips over hers. A shiver raced down her spine and he followed it with a gentle touch.
With one hand on the small of her back and the other cupping her head he pulled her closer.
His lips moved over hers, tasting tentatively at first. Then he pushed his tongue into her mouth pulling another shiver through her. She stroked his tongue with hers. Each stroke of his tongue sent a pulse of heat through her body.
Moisture pooled between her legs. She squirmed closer to him. His cock was so close her pussy throbbed with need.
He chuckled and pulled back. "If I'm going to risk losing my practice we're going to do this right. Slowly. I want to make sure the cure sticks for at least a few days."
Heat washed over her body. She nodded, waited.
He cupped her breasts in his large, strong hands and she sighed. Closed her eyes and leaned her head back. He flicked her nipples pulling them into hard peaks of desire.
Then she felt him move, sensed his head lowering to her breast. The clasp of his hot mouth over her sensitive peak pulled a groan from deep inside her body. He suckled hard forcing jolts of electricity through her body.
Her pussy pulsed with the rhythm of his sucking. She gripped the side of the exam table and arched into him, urging him silently to suck harder. He did. He pulled the nipple between his teeth, grazing the flesh lightly then he sucked hard.
She reached down to grab his cock. He moved a little closer to give her better access. She circled her hand around his shaft, slowly tightened her grip and tugged forward. He groaned into her breast and she smiled.
With each tug of his cock his suckling on her breast got faster, more insistent. She pulled harder on his length. He sucked harder on her breast.
Her pussy ached with need. This was not enough for her. She needed to feel him inside her. Thrusting deep and fast into her willing core.
"Dr. Miller, please fuck me. Please."
He pulled away from her breast. "Patience, Jenna." She opened her eyes and saw the grin on his face.
He pulled over the step stool that shorter patients used to hop up on the exam table. He knelt in front of her and she thought she would explode. He positioned his head between her legs, parted her folds with deft fingers then flicked his tongue over her clit.
She moaned, sucking in a breath. She leaned her head back again, eyes closed, to focus on the sensation of his tongue making circles around her sensitive nub. He flicked slow then fast causing ripples of sensation to race through her body.
When she moaned again he slipped a finger into her pussy. She sighed.
"You are so wet, Jenna. I love that. But I'm not ready to take you yet. How much do you want me?”
"So bad. Please fill me. Fuck me."
He stood and went to the counter with all the instruments and (other things). He opened a drawer. She leaned to the right to see what he was getting. He pulled out some lubricant and a condom.
Excitement raced through her. She didn't know what the lubricant was for since she was plenty wet already but the condom meant he would be fucking her soon.
"I want you to come off the table, stand on the stool here and lean over the exam table."
A delicious slice of panic chased through her body. No matter what he asked her to do she would do if it meant him filling her with that hard cock.
She jumped down and leaned over the table waiting for him. She would prefer to see him as he fucked her but it wasn't mandatory as long as he took her.
The first splash of lubricant on her ass made her jump. He rubbed the liquid in the crack between her ass cheeks, rubbing circles around her tight hole. Fresh panic took hold but she didn't want to stop him. She needed this. He pushed a finger slowly into her ass and she sucked in a breath.
"Try to relax. It will feel amazing if you relax."
She nodded, let her body on the table go limp. Thoughts of him driving into her helped her relax a little. He pushed his finger in a little deeper, pulled it out then pushed it back in again.
He slipped a second finger in waiting until she relaxed again enough to push in deeper. When she was relaxed enough he pumped both fingers in and out of her in a slow rhythm.
"How does that feel?"
"Amazing. But I want more than your fingers."
He pulled his fingers out and picked up the condom w
rapper. She heard him open the packet and put the sheath on his cock. He grabbed her ass with both hands, parting her cheeks to expose her tight puckered hole.
The tip of his cock pressing against her caused a shiver to go through her body. She felt the cool lubricant of the condom.
"Remember what I said. Relax."
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and relaxed her muscles. His cock pushed into her slowly. He inched in letting her get used to him before pushing in deeper.
A flutter started in her stomach when he began pumping faster in and out of her. His groans brought a smile to her face. She mangled the protective tissue paper covering the table as he drove into her.
She whimpered and moaned absently wondering if the rooms were sound proof. If they weren't some other patients were getting a nice (sound experience).
He thrust into her ass faster and faster. Her pussy still ached to be filled but it pulsed with the stirrings of an orgasm. A few thrusts would push her over the edge she was sure. Her breasts, crushed into the table, felt heavy, aching.
After a few more thrusts he pulled out of her with a loud groan. Her lower body pulsed, quivered, ached. She felt like a starving woman who had been given a morsel of food only to have the feast taken away.
"Hop back up on the table and scoot down until your feet are in the stirrups."
Barely able to move she hopped up on the exam table and did as he asked. When her feet hit the cool metal of the stirrups her legs naturally fell open. He walked down to the end of the table.
She leaned up so she could see him. His body was covered in a light sheen of sweat. He ripped off the condom and threw it in a waste basket.
He pushed the stirrups farther apart, walked in between her legs. He hit a button to lower the table slightly until it was the perfect height for his cock to drive into her.
A shiver raced through her body. Her pussy still ached to be filled. She fought the urge to plunge her hands between her legs to rub her clitoris. His moved closer until his cock touched her nether lips. She sucked in a breath. Waited. He inched into her pussy as slowly as he had her ass.
She wanted to take her legs out of the stirrups and wrap them around his waist pulling him in deep. But she didn't. She waited.
"Dr. Miller, please. I ache so much. Your cock is the only thing that can help me."
He plunged balls deep into her. She arched off the table and let out an contented sigh that ended in a low moan. He drove into her hard and fast, going as deep as he could.
His balls slapped against her ass. She arched off the table with each thrust to pull him deeper. He gripped her around the waist to hold her in place as he plunged into her.
She shook her head back and forth on the bed the ecstasy almost too much to handle. The sensation of being filled made her feel complete. Content. She cupped her breasts flicking her nipples as he plunged into her.
The sensations coursing through her body pulled another moan from her. A flutter in her stomach moved lower and became a tingle in her pussy. Her clit pulsed. Her thighs quivered. He thrust faster and faster into her hot wet core.
After a few more hard, deep thrusts her orgasm crashed through her body on a low groan. Spasms wracked her body. Her thighs twitched as he continued to pump into her. Her pussy contracted around his cock until he finally groaned his own release.
His faced tensed. Semen splashed against her walls. He kept pumping into her until her pussy had milked every last ounce from him. He pulled out and she felt semen dripping between her legs.
He walked over to the counter and grabbed some paper towels. He cleaned off his shaft then walked over with some fresh paper towels to wipe their juices away from her pussy. His hands rubbing over her caused the pulses in her clit to increase.
More spasms chased after each other. Her legs twitched again.
"How's your sickness now, Jenna?"
She pulled her legs out of the stirrups and struggled to sit up on the exam table. "That was amazing and I feel much better but I think I might need help every week."
A grin spread across his face. He pulled his clothes back on, tossing her clothes to her so she could do the same. When he was finally dressed again all the way down to his lab coat he regarded her, lust filling his eyes.
"As a doctor it's my duty to do what I can to help you overcome sickness."
"So I'll see you next week then. And maybe we should talk about a recommendation for birth control. I'm not on any, and maybe considering my condition, I should be."
He grinned again and pulled out his prescription pad. She didn't care what he recommended as long as she could still fuck him whenever she made an appointment. He scribbled something on the pad and hand the paper to her.
"This one should work well for you. Make an appointment with the receptionist on your way out. See you next week."
She jumped off the table and hurried to the front desk. At least now she wouldn't have to pretend to be sick anymore. At least not for him. The receptionist would end up thinking she was the most ill of all his patients. But Jenna didn't care.
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