[MF] From giving orders to taking one like a good slut

I’m a newly minted doctor, just a few months out of medical school now and at the beginning of my residency training. I’m also somewhat new at being a slut — your typical unfortunate combination of growing up in a strict religious family, being a late bloomer, having always been the reserved wallflower, and not figuring out the right makeup and right clothes until halfway through college. In June, I moved to a new city for residency training that was a thousand miles away from my family and friends, fresh out of a serious, long-term relationship and in need of any distraction from a broken heart.

Luckily — or maybe unluckily? — being a resident means there are plenty of distractions, and I’m not just talking about the physical therapist eye candy that you pass by in the halls. It’s more like an 80-hour work week distraction, a really hellish call day distraction, getting hammer-paged by the nurses because you fucked up the insulin order or the patient doesn’t have the right diet order or do you want a lactate because the sepsis protocol just fired kind of distraction. But I’ve been missing the good kind of distractions, and with my schedule, it hasn’t been easy finding someone worth my limited amount of free time — until recently.

By some coincidence (aka Hinge), I matched with another resident, a chief resident in a surgical training program (basically in his last year of training with a special leadership position/additional scheduling, administrative, and/or educational responsibilities). After a bit of back-and-forth that involved a fair bit of pretty sexual talk, we agree to meet up after work one day to get to know each other better. After a long day, I wasn’t looking particularly my best in scrubs but hey, what the hell. I walk towards the tables in a somewhat private seating area. It wasn’t until the evening when we both got out of work, so there weren’t a lot of people left on campus. The sun was already beginning to set and it was perfect weather outside. As I approach the table, I see him sitting there with his laptop out. I tentatively wave hi, and sit down at the table across from him.

“Hey, it’s nice to meet you,” he says, his eyes doing that up-down scanning thing that guys do when they’re checking a girl out. The hospital scrubs don’t do me any favors, and since I’m not in a specialty that is in the OR, I can get away with wearing my own scrubs. I’ve got on a classic v-neck scrub top that actually fits me, tucked into scrub joggers that hug my hips. It’s definitely more form-fitting than the baggy, too-long hospital scrubs, and I see his eyes lingering on my ass before he smiles and leans over to give me a quick hug. I’m obviously nervous, but I smile back and do my best to make small talk for a little while. And then, somehow, we start talking about our kinks. What turns us on. In public, where anyone walking by might be able to hear him say that he’s been in the scene for years, that he loves threesomes and facials and public sex. And part of me, the shy (formerly) repressed part of me, can hardly believe that I’m telling him I love rough sex, anal, and huge cum loads right back.

“Would you like to see some pictures of me?” he asks. I nod, and he pats the spot next to him I stand up and scoot over, and he rests his hand on my thigh, giving it a brief but firm squeeze. I feel it right in my clit. He holds his phone with his free hand, scrolling through pictures of him and his thick cock. It’s well proportioned and I find myself salivating a little at the thought of getting my mouth on him. As he’s showing me pictures and we continue to, as casually as possible, talk about our preferences in the bedroom, he suddenly suggests, “There’s no one around right now. How about you reach over and give me a feel?”

I look around to double check and the coast is clear. With only the slightest bit of hesitation and the biggest amount of curiosity and excitement, I slide my hand over his thigh, feeling his hard cock underneath the thin scrub pants. It throbs a little under my hand as I give him a squeeze in return. My eyes are watching out for any surprise passerby, but I start to grip his cock and stroke him through his pants. I look over at him briefly and he’s got an intense look in his eyes, like he wants to pin me down on top of this table and fuck me right then and there. Suddenly, he grabs my wrist. “Are you parked at the resident garage?” he asks. I nod. “How about we head back over there?” I nod again, and we get up, grab our stuff, and start walking.

We finally make it to his car. Once we get situated, he begins to undo the strings to his scrub pants, pulling it down along with his boxers. His cock springs out, heavy and hot and hard. It’s probably 6-7″ with a nice mushroom tip and a slight curve upwards. I reach out and grab him firmly; my hand looks small wrapped around his thick shaft. I begin to pump my hand up and down, watching him lean back in his seat with a groan. It’s been 30 minutes since I’ve met this guy in person and I’m jerking him off in a parking garage. Definitely a new experience for this slut. I see a drop of precum gather on his tip and impulsively, curiously, I lean over and stick my tongue out, licking that drop up. He gathers my hair up in a fist, nudging my lips over his cock. “Suck it,” he orders, pushing my head down lightly. I part my lips and let the tip of him slide into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the slightly salty tip. He’s smooth and tastes surprisingly good. I bob my head up and down, taking more of him with every stroke of my mouth until I can’t go down any more without gagging, a good two inches left. By this time I’m enthusiastically sucking him off, on my knees turned sideways in the front seat. He slides his hand underneath my scrubs, following the thin material of my thong until his fingers find my pussy and rub my wetness up and down my slit. I haven’t been fucked in a while, so it’s a tight fit when he pushes just one finger into my hole. I moan with a mouthful of cock.

“That’s right, be a good little slut and take my cock,” he growls while he fingerfucks me, adding another finger and stretching me even tighter. The car is filled with the sound of his hand smacking against my pussy and me slurping and gagging all over his cock. “Fuck… take your chief’s cock all the way down, good girl,” he says, forcing my head down all the way so my lips are pressed to the base. My eyes water and my throat spasms around the length of him. I’m sputtering and trying to keep my cool, as much as a girl with a cock down her throat can, anyways. As I come up for air, my hand grips the base of his cock and I jerk him off while sucking him.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groans, his hand squeezing my ass tightly as I take him as far down as I can again and he explodes in my mouth, his cock pulsing with each shot of cum. It’s so much fucking cum, my mouth is filled so quickly, but I milk out every drop of him until he shudders with the overstimulation. Sitting up, I swallow his whole load and wipe the corner of my lips with a smile. He looks breathless, but looks over at me with a smile in return. “That was amazing,” he tells me, leaning forward to kiss me on the cheek. I agree, and we make plans to meet up again. I get out of his car and walk up a few flights of stairs to my car with the taste of his cum lingering in my mouth and drive home a satisfied slut.

Since then, we’ve definitely done a lot more, and I’m looking forward to sharing those stories with you all and more!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jhgv3p/mf_from_giving_orders_to_taking_one_like_a_good