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The Doctor Who Couldn’t Keep His Hands Off Me
I never thought a simple checkup would end with me sitting on a hospital bed with my white blouse pulled open and warm cum dripping down my chin. But here I am. Claire. Twenty eight. Full lips still parted. Legs spread just enough that the cool air from the AC kisses the wet mess between them.
It started the way these things always do. Mild chest tightness. A little shortness of breath after the gym. My regular doctor was out so they sent me to Dr. Hale. Tall. Dark hair. Hands that looked like they belonged on a piano instead of holding a stethoscope. He closed the door behind him and the soft click of the lock made something low in my stomach tighten.
He listened to my heart. Asked me to breathe in. Breathe out. Then his fingers brushed the edge of my bra while he adjusted the cold metal disc and I felt my nipples harden under the thin fabric. He noticed. Of course he noticed. His eyes flicked up to mine and stayed there a second too long.
“You’re tense,” he said. Voice low. Professional on the surface. Something else underneath. “Lie back for me.”
I did. The paper on the exam table crinkled under my thighs. He stood between my knees and pushed the gown up higher than necessary. When his gloved fingers finally touched me I was already slick. He didn’t comment. Just pressed two fingers inside and watched my face while he felt around like he was searching for something that had nothing to do with medicine.
By the time he pulled his fingers free I was panting. He peeled the gloves off slowly. Dropped them in the bin. Then he unlocked the door, stepped out for half a minute, and came back with the little “do not disturb” sign hanging on the outside handle.
What happened next wasn’t gentle. He pushed my blouse open and my heavy breasts spilled out. He sucked one nipple into his mouth while his free hand yanked my panties down my thighs. I should have stopped him. I should have said the word that ends every fantasy. Instead I arched up and let him push inside me in one long stroke that stole the air from my lungs.
He fucked me like he had been thinking about it since the second I walked in. Hard. Deep. The hospital bed creaked under us and somewhere down the hall a machine beeped in steady rhythm that matched the slap of his hips against mine. I came first. Clenched around him so tight he cursed into my neck. Then he pulled out, climbed higher, and painted my tongue and my tits with thick ropes of cum while I looked up at him with my mouth open like the good patient I never planned to be.
Now the room is quiet again. My white blouse hangs open. Cum slides down the valley between my breasts and pools warm against my belly. More of it leaks from between my legs onto the white sheet. I can still taste him. I can still feel the stretch. And the worst part is I already know I will book another appointment.
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Night of Invitation
The gates opened without a sound and the long drive carried me deeper into the grounds. Soft lights lined the path like quiet invitations. When the mansion finally appeared it felt less like a house and more like something that had been waiting. Stone walls, tall windows glowing low and warm, the kind of place that never needed to announce itself.
He met me at the door in a dark open collar shirt. Older. Steady. The kind of man who moved through rooms as if they belonged to him completely. He took my coat and his fingers brushed the bare skin of my shoulder. That single touch told me the night would not stay polite.
We walked through the main hall. High ceilings. Quiet art. The air smelled faintly of wood and something expensive. He led me past the formal rooms and out onto the upper terrace where the city stretched far below in soft gold and blue. In the center of the terrace the pool glowed like liquid light. Steam rose in slow curls against the night.
Under the Terrace Lights
I undressed while he watched from the edge. The floral bikini I had chosen clung to me the moment I stepped into the warm water. The top was already struggling. I sank down until the surface kissed the underside of my breasts and the jets began to pulse against my lower back. He entered the water after me and the space between us became charged with everything we had not said on the two previous nights.
He drifted close. One hand found the curve of my waist beneath the surface and stayed there. I leaned against the smooth stone edge and let the night air cool the wet strands of hair along my neck. City lights shimmered across the water and across the wet skin of my chest. He told me I looked like something he wanted to keep. I told him he talked like a man who already knew he would.
His fingers moved to the thin ties of my bikini bottom. Slow. Certain. I did not stop him. When he drew me fully against him I felt how hard he had become. The water shifted around our bodies and my thighs opened without thought. Two careful dates had led to this. A private terrace. Warm water. An older man who no longer needed to ask permission.
He pulled the top free. My breasts rose into the night air and his mouth found them at once. Heat of tongue against cool wet skin. I arched and the soft sounds that left me mixed with the low hum of the jets. My hands slid down and freed him. Thick. Heavy. Already aching for me. He groaned against my throat when I stroked him under the water.
He lifted me just enough and pressed inside in one long controlled thrust. The stretch pulled a broken breath from my lips. Warm water. Tight heat. The solid weight of him holding me against the edge of the pool while the city glittered far below. Every deep stroke sent soft waves across the surface. I wrapped my legs higher and let him take me exactly the way he wanted.
My moans grew quieter and more desperate. He gripped my hips and drove deeper until the pressure coiled low and sudden. When I came it shook through me in long waves. I clenched around him and cried out against his shoulder. He followed with a low rough sound and filled me while the water continued to rock us both.
We stayed joined for a long time after. Breathing against each other. The steam rose around our shoulders and the night felt endless. He brushed wet hair from my face with a gentleness that somehow made everything more intense. Far below the city kept shining as if nothing had changed. Up here everything had.
I rested my cheek against his chest and listened to the quiet of the mansion behind us. Two dates. One night on his private terrace. And already I knew the gates would open for me again whenever he called.