The Medical Menace

My vagina history.

This was my hundredth time bending over the operating table with Troy slamming into me from the back. It was getting a little played out. He came to the medical academy, two months ago, blonde hair blue eyes, society's picture perfect kid. A 24 year old boy scout that I took under my wing....or between my forty year old legs I should say. Of course he didn't know how to fuck but I taught him the works. The sex was thrilling. In the missionary position right before doing a cardio vascular operation, the adrenaline rush alone would make me cum. But now it felt redundant, the same dick, the same routine. I looked at my watch. It struck 3:15pm, the time to prep for Mr. Walves coronary artery bypass and the time Troy's five minute quickie would end. He grabbed onto my waist line, letting out a small grunt of pleasure. He kissed my cheek. I shot him a smile, thankful that he was done. Wishing that I could press the undo button and subtract his sloppy sex from my vagina's history. This was the problem with men. They always do the same sex routine. They never switch it up. Their too predictable which made me change them like my lingerie.