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Doctor's Office (gxb)

CONTENT WARNINGS: anal, pinning

          "Dr. Hartman to room 105. Dr. Hartman to room 105."

          I shuffle nervously in my seat, the sound of his name even setting me off. As sadly as I'd like to admit, I've been faking odd illnesses and pains just to see him again. I know it's wrong, but when I came in for a regular appointment a few months ago, we had this electricity. I found myself thinking about him late at night, my voice crying his name from the quiet air of my bedroom.

          Now I've found any excuse to come back in to see him. I even came in last week when I stubbed my toe, claiming I was worried it was broken. He had inspected my foot with care, that same heat overtaking us as he slowly trailed his fingers along my sole. I had shivered at his touch and he had moved away, prescribing me some drugs before sending me off. His sudden turn to coolness had confused me, and I was itching for answers. For anything.

          "Amanda Brown, you are free to see the doctor in room 105." I smile at the receptionist before moving to the room, nervous tingles overtaking my stomach. What if he doesn't want me? God, what if he's married?

          I open the brown wooden door, smiling when I see Dr. Hartman. He looks just as handsome as ever; his brown coat grips his arms in a mouth watering way, his hair is messy but also surprisingly neat, and his face is just as perfectly fucking sculpted as always. Just seeing him drives me insane.

"Have a seat Ms. Brown." He says, offering me a smile as his eyes tell me to sit on the table across from him. "What seems to be bothering you today?"

          I climb onto the table, silently panicking as I try to figure out what to say is hurting. My back? My arm? "I have an ache." Shit, that's all I could come up with? I mentally chastise myself, noting that I need to come prepared next time.

          "An ache, huh? Let me examine you." He walks over to the table, standing just in front of my body. "Please lay down Ms. Brown."

           I comply, lying flat on my front. "Sorry, sir." I stay completely still, hardly breathing as he begins examining me. I feel that same heat again, the one I've been chasing, and this time I look at his hand. No ring. I guess he's not married after all.

          He starts at my feet, gently prodding them. "Does it hurt here Ms. Brown?" He pushes his hands in a little harder to allow me to feel it more.

        "No sir."

         We continue this play as he continues up my body, always asking the same question, and I always give the same response. This is the most he's touched me since I've met him and it leaves me hot, a burning ache taking over my body.

          "Turn over." I move over, laying flat on my stomach, my breathing shallow as I anticipate his touch. He touches the back of my legs, working his way up, asking me the same question. My answer is always the same. I then feel him graze my pussy, and my whole body shoots with tingles. "Does it hurt here Ms. Brown?"

          "Almost there." My mouth is moving faster than my brain and I let it, wanting to see where this goes. Dr. Hartman moves his hands up to my ass, lifting my skirt a little as his finger lightly pressed against my asshole.

          "Does it hurt here Ms. Brown?" His voice is husky and my whole body shivers at his touch. I need him to push inside of me. I need him to fuck me where I so badly need it.

          Again I let my mouth just speak. "Yes sir." I hear him groan softly, and my skirt gets lifted further up, the cloth finally stopping to rest at my hips. He slowly pulls down my underwear, revealing my ass and a peak of my wet pussy from below.

          "You've come in here every time looking like a fucking model Ms. Brown. I've had to hold myself back so many times from just taking you in this table right here." I moan, anticipating where this is going. "Let me help you with this ache." I hear the buckle and zip of his pants, then hear as they drop to the ground. I am still, afraid any movement will make him not want to touch me.

         He climbs over me, gripping the back of my neck to hold me tight against the table. I feel the head of him against my ass and I groan, the tip of him so much bigger than the hole he's going to enter. It turns me on knowing it'll be a tight fit, that I'll feel him in every corner of my body.

          I hear him spit, then give his dick a few pumps, getting himself ready to enter me. He starts pushing in, his hand tightening in the back of my neck as he groans. "You're so fucking warm." He pushes in farther and I moan when I feel him hit resistance. "Holy fuckkkk Amanda. It's gripping me so fucking tight."

          I moan at his voice, the deep rumble and his words setting me off. I rub my body against the table, working him deeper inside of me, loving the feeling of his cock deep inside of me. I moan when he bottoms out, and I swear I can feel him in my stomach.

          He starts to really move, pumping in and out of me, using me and my body for his pleasure. This is exactly how I've imagined it; him giving into his need for me and using me to make him feel good. I cry out at his pace, the feel of him in my ass driving me insane. The table muffles my moans as he continues fucking me, hard and fast. "Fuckkk, please don't stop sir. Please I need it." I whimper into the table, his pace pushing me towards the brink.

          "I fucking need it too Amanda." His pace increases, and I feel him twitch inside me. "Fucking come." He grunts out as he unloads in me, continue to pump into me as he uses me to milk himself dry. I come too, his movements egging me in for seconds, possibly minutes. My whole body tingles with the after effects of it, and I moan into the table when he pulls out, still sensitive from us fucking.

          He helps me dress and straightens out his own clothes and hair. We smile at each other, happy this finally happened. "How about we make this a weekly check up?" I nod and smile again, heading out the door.

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