Fucking my married doctor

So, somehow or another I ended up hurting myself badly enough to go to the doctor to have it looked at. My normal doctor had the day off and the only one available was a female Doctor who was new to clinic. Doctor Peters was new in town apparently, so I agreed and drove myself to clinic.

The nurse was nice and flirty, but not really my type, she took my vitals and then left me to wait in the room. I didn’t have to wait long, Dr. Peters came in and her appearance was something of a shock.

Long, wavy blond hair, blue eyes, full pouty lips and a wonderful smile. Taller, but not too tall, long legs and wearing some very nice heels. She was probably 42 or 43, a definite cougar, nice D cups breasts and a lithe body that comes from working out often.

She was wearing one of those tight sweater dress things belted at the waist and some patterned leggings. We went through the normal chit chat, then she decided she needed to examine my injury.

So, the injury was I had pulled my groin. Pretty bad. Fucking my wife, the sheets slipped and my leg went backwards…and yeah. Good times. She had me remove my pants and I was standing there in my boxer briefs, my thick cock against my leg, clearly outlined. She gasped, barely audible and asked which side I was injured on…

“Um, the left side” (that was the side my cock was resting against, I didn’t do it on purpose)

“Well, lets see how bad it is. How bad does it hurt when I do this?” She massaged the muscle that was pulled, and in the process made contact with my cock, making it twitch visibly.

“yeah that hurts pretty good, like I told the nurse I pulled it pretty bad”

“I can see that. How did you pull it again, injuries like this happen mostly on ice falls and people slipping.” She looked up at me, her eyes twinkling, then started to massage the area more. “I can put some numbing cream on it, then massage the entire area. I started out as a physical therapist and like going back to my roots.” She hooked her fingers in the waistband of my boxer briefs and pulled them down, my now half hard cock flipping out.

“Are you sure this is necessary? What if someone comes in?” I was not really that worried, I was horny as fuck and she looked hot as hell, even if she had on a giant wedding ring.

“I assure you what I am doing is medically necessary, and the doors are locked once the exam starts.” She looked at my rapidly hardening cock, and I could see her cheeks flush as she stood and went to the cupboard to get the salve. As I was sitting on the exam table she sat back on the rolling stool and gingerly moved my cock to the side and began rubbing some numbing cream on the large muscle of my groin. “This is certainly an impressive stretch, and if I might be brash, a very impressive penis. Easily double the size of my husbands cock.” She looked up at me, opened her mouth and took my head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the ridge like pro, then slid her mouth all the way down my shaft to the root of my cock, her eyes watering slightly. “Jesus this cock is amazing. I need it in me, please, please will you fuck me? I haven’t been properly fucked in years.”

Now as an aside, I don’t frequently fuck married women or cheat. I used to quite a bit, but I thought I had put that behind me. Now I had a beautiful woman between my legs, breathing heavily and sucking my cock like a damn porn star. I shifted, and stood up, pushing her backwards enough that I could stand in front of her.

“I don’t normally fuck married women Dr Peters, I haven’t in a long time, plus I don’t carry condoms in my wallet anymore. I wouldn’t want to get you pregnant. And what if your husband finds out?” I was nervous, but not nervous enough to stop this vixen from sucking my throbbing cock.

“I cheat on my husband all the time, the little pricked asshole can’t fuck for shit. I’m clean, and if anything happens I’ll deal with it.” She stood, and took her belt off, then pulled her sweater over her head, showing me her glorious tits and body, tits barely held in by her bra and her legs covered by crotch-less leggings. Her cunt was lasered bare, and to my surprise she had both nipples pierced, her navel pierced and her clit hood pierced. “Like what you see?” She spun around and bent over, spreading her ass so I could see her rosy ass and the glistening lips of her pussy.

I reached out, and ran my finger down her back, unhooking her bra, continuing down and rubbing a circle around her anus before I slipped a finger deep into her drooling pussy. “I’m going to fill every hole, and you’re going to beg for more. I slipped the finger out and slapped her round ass hard, then grabbed her hair and pulled her upright, my cock digging into the cleft of her ass. “I’ll even let you pick which hole I cum in first” I spun us both around and pushed her against the exam table, grabbing her belt and wrapping it around her neck, leashing her.

She moaned and her eyes were glassy with cock drunk lust. “I like it rough, but we can’t go crazy in here. I only work half day today, wanna fuck my married pussy in my married bed?” She sank back to her knees and began sucking my cock again, expertly deep-throating me, playing with my full balls and then sliding a finger into my ass, massaging my prostate. She let my cock go with a pop, looked up at me, one hand cupping my balls and a finger in my ass and her other one playing with her cunt. “Please fuck me hard? Make it hurt? Bruise me? Ruin me for days?” She went back to my cock, I could feel the cum boiling in my nuts, I gripped her hair, pulled the belt tight and started cumming down her throat. She swallowed it all like a good slut and when I was done she cleaned my cock with her tongue.

“I’ll fuck you. I’ll hurt you. When and where?” I let go of the belt and helped her to her feet, pushing her against the bench again, spreading her legs so I could finger her while she squirmed against me.

“I’m leaving here at 1:30pm, I’ll text you my address when I leave. I do have it in your records.” She smiled impishly as she ground her hips downward to meet my retreating fingers one last time. “Hand me my bra, would you? And don’t leave right after I do, it might make the nurse suspicious.” She put her bra back on, grabbed her sweater dress from the back of the chair, and pulled it over her head, fixed her hair and redid her belt around her slim waist. “Don’t be late.”

I slowly pulled my boxer briefs back on, then my pants as I contemplated what the hell had just happened. I wouldn’t be late, no way in hell…

Part 2 coming soon

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/89i333/fucking_my_married_doctor

One comment on “Fucking my married doctor

Comments are closed.