Dr. Joann Roberts left her hours spent at work feeling the same as every other day.
     She had been wearing the same uniform for three days, and no one had noticed. She took that as the sign she was unnoticed.  Doing her hour to hour job in the hospital.
Dr. Roberts had become asexual. She didn’t get off just for the feeling of getting off. Heaven knows she had her spare days when they came around. Nothing to hold her back. She was by herself on most of her days off.
     They seemed to just go by. No thought of the big dick she could be riding. No thought about the enjoyment. That large cock pushing into her hole. That felling when it fills you fully, slides out and retreats from the spot you want him to touch more than anything at that moment.  To feel his head slide along your walls. To feel his head hood touch you along every raise of you cunt. 
     Her days just went by.
     And than one day it just hit her.
     Dr. Roberts had a consult,” man mid fourtie’s , blown out right knee”.
     She had been feeling the urge, but the urge was right. She had soaked through her underwear before noon. It was only 12:30 before her patient was there. She didn’t know what to do.
     Joann was afraid she might leak into her uniform before to long. Three days was a record,  but Joann decided to try for 4. Today she was feeling, not only the feel of her clothes, but her sex hadn’t quite leaking sense 10 am.
     “Mr. Nine, what brings you in this afternoon”?
     As she bent over to examen his knee she remembered.
     Her bra was at home. Her nipples to sensitive for it to even be concerned wearing. But was her free hanging nipples that much better under her uniform shirt?
     Her nipples lightly grazed against the downie soft cotton of her jumper. The fabric she had washed 5 days ago. She was going to have to excuse herself from this examen. Her pussy leaking in her pants, her nipples standing. Feeling everything compounded on the next, her nipples feeling as if they, and they alone could rip the strands of cloth by themselves.
     Dr. Roberts was the chief surgeon of knee surgery in the tri-county area. Her skills with her hands was know to all of the surroundings hospitals. It made her indemand for teaching all the other orthrospocitc surgeons around.
     Having access to surgical masks, she grabbed one not much before her appointment with Mr. Nine.
     Her pussy, leaking through her underwear, had passed a point, where even Joann couldn’t  control it any longer,  where her fear of someone seeing her wet spot, and feeling funny down there had outweighed her fear of wearing something funny.
     She knew from hours in surgery on the worst broken limbs had told her mind, that even after hours of sweating under the mask, breathing, and the relative cold in those rooms, they might build up some humidity, but they never leaked.
     Dr. Robert stepped into the supply room. No one had seen her do so. She didn’t have much time, but she knew it wouldn’t take much time, she hoped.
     She grabbed the mask. Pushed it into her pocket and out the door she walked. She walked straight to her favorite rest room, the one down the hall, by the service elevator. That elevator was used for moving bodies to the morgue, a seldom moving elevator that seemed to never stop on this floor. They hadn’t had a patient die on this floor in 5 years, and than only because it was a 90 year old women who had a heart attack while visiting her grandson after surgery.
     Joann used her key to unlock the door. Only certain staff had a key, and she noticed during her rounds earlier that no one on staff today had one. She knew them all.
     She still knocked a little soft tap just to make sure, than entered. Just as she remembered it. Quite and alone. She pulled her pants down, not even caring that the door wasn’t bolted yet. Looking in the mirror she could see the darkened spot over her sex. She through the bolt of the door, and checked her pants while still standing. Looking around her breasts and down she could see no darkness in her Read more »