Strange Happenings in the Examination Room - Part 2

I reached into my purse to grab my chapstick. While I was in there I also grabbed my phone. “I have a few more questions. Do you mind if I take some notes, doctor?” Maxwell thinks he knows everything. Coconut oil, huh? He needs to hear this. And while he’s listening he might learn a thing or two about what happens when he forgets something. I hit dial on Maxwell’s profile then hit mute and pretended to have my phone poised to take notes.
 
“Oh, umm. Not at all.” Dr. Simms checked his watch. I’m sure he thought the appointment was over, but he was gracious to grant me extra time. I leaned forward in the chair and looked into his eyes.
 
“I don’t want to take up too much of your time.”
 
“You’re my last appointment before lunch.” Oh, this couldn’t be more perfect.
 
“Okay, thank you. This won’t take too long. How large will the scar on my throat be?”
 
“About two inches.”
 
“I see. That’s small. I thought it would be much,”I paused, “bigger. And for about how long will I have stitches?”
 
“Ten days. They will be removed at your first post-op visit.”
 
“Will I have any restrictions?”
 
“Just the usual. No heavy lifting, no strenuous activity, no exercising for six weeks.” Six weeks? I wasn’t prepared for that. I leaned forward a little bit more and asked my next question.
 
“When may I have sexual relations?”
 
“Six weeks after surgery.” I give him a lot of credit. He didn’t shift in his chair once, even though I’m pretty sure he wanted to. We were staring at each other. Our tone matter of fact, but our eyes were definitely not.
 
I smoothed the invisible wrinkles on the front of my skirt. “Is that a firm six weeks?”
 
He cleared his throat slightly. “Yes, it’s firm.” I bet you are. Perfect.  
 
“Does that include all sexual relations?”
 
His voice dropped an octave. “You may not perform oral sex until your throat is completely healed.” Commence seat shifting.
 
“How long will that take.”
 
“At least six weeks but most likely eight.”
 
“I see.” I let the air in the room expand and I took a very slow deliberate breath. Then I pursed my lips slightly and let my breath out slowly. I reached over to my left and grabbed my chapstick from the desk. He watched my every move. “It’s very warm in here. My lips chap easily.” I uncapped the chapstick and applied it to my lips. “I don’t think I can comply.”
 
“Excuse me?” His eyes widening, he looked at me like I had just lost my mind.  
 
“That rule doesn’t work for me.” Let Maxwell think on that, let him do some chair shifting and squirming. I hope his blood is also boiling.
 
“I don’t recommend that, Ms. Smith.” He was looking at me with that look. The this doesn’t ever happen to me but if I close my eyes tightly and pray really hard today might be my lucky day look. He also had the hopeful look of little boys when they receive their first fire truck for Christmas. Well, doctor who’s about to put out the raging inferno that’s now burning inside me, Mrs. Claus just made your dreams come true.
 
“Well, if I’m not going to be able to pleasure a man for that long I’m going to have to get my fill before surgery. And since you’re the mean man telling me that’s how it’s got to be I think you should be the one to help me out with that. Hmm?” Maxwell knows. He’s well aware of my aggressiveness. He complains about it all the time yet he’s not going anywhere.
 
I waited a few seconds and then slowly stood up and walked towards Dr. Simms. He was sitting there, his eyes still laser focused on my every move, but they weren’t looking at me wide-eyed like I just lost my mind. Oh no, those dark brown eyes of his looked into mine like he was going to make my dreams come true and I could feel the heat travel from between my thighs up to what I assume was my flushed face. It was getting hot in here.  
 
My phone, now laying on top of the desk, the screen pointing down so the good doctor couldn’t see that someone was on the other end listening, was still on. I wanted Maxwell to hear everything. I stood in front of doctor feel good and began unbuttoning my blouse but was stopped short when his large hand suddenly covered mine. Without saying a word, he pulled me down onto his lap, my small frame engulfed in his arms. I involuntarily whimpered.
 
Our lips found each other and our mouths, now ravenous, became enmeshed as the heat generated by our hungry need ignited the room. Ooh, this was unexpected. And very nice. His mouth trailed to my neck and my head fell back as I got lost in the deliciousness of his warm lips. Those large, warm hands of his were cupping the fullness of my breasts and my lady parts began to weep with pure joy.  
 
His arms went around my back and he expertly unclasped my bra with one quick flick and soon his teeth found my aching nipple. Oh sweet Jesus that felt so damn good. My lady parts contracted instantly and I let out a low moan which only encouraged him further. I wasn’t feeling like a lady at that moment and in no way did I want to be treated like a lady. His hand reached underneath my skirt and his fingers lightly brushed my swollen lips through my silk panties. My hips lifted off his lap, seeking more and he chuckled. I needed those large fingers inside my panties, inside me, but he refused, continuing to lightly tease as he nipped my nipple with his teeth.  
 
There I was, being held a willing captive in my dirty doctor’s lap as he slowly brought me to the edge of ecstasy and just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore he slipped two fingers inside my now slippery folds and stroked me until my hips, who had a life of their own, were riding his hand like they were in an equestrian championship and the trophy was on the line. Luckily he covered my mouth with his other hand because I’m sure the exam room door would have been knocked down by his staff, concerned that I was being bludgeoned, because I’m a loud girl and my death was never ending.
 
After what seemed like an eternity he removed his hand, now soaked with my passion fruit juice and he traced the lips on my parted mouth, his eyes sparkling with a wicked glint and his smile, that matched the wickedness in his eyes, nearly drove me wild. “You said it was warm in here. We can’t have those pretty little lips of yours getting chapped.” Dirty doctor is my kind of man.
 
I removed my self from his lap, now soaked from his glorious assault on my very thankful pussy and bent forward, my breasts nearly resting on his groin and I began unbuckling his belt. “We need to remove these pants. What a mess I made of you.” I knelt in front of him and brought both his trousers and boxer briefs to the floor. I tried to hide my surprise as his magnificent dick was revealed, but my God I couldn’t wait to taste him. Bless his mamma and daddy for making such a beautiful man. After I fully took off his clothes I opened his legs and positioned myself where I like it best.
 
I clasped my hands behind my back and used only my mouth to bring him down my throat. One fell swoop and the good doctor’s velvety baldness was stroking the back of my throat as my tongue worked its magic. Flattening my tongue, I lapped at the base with the tip while I sucked in my cheeks, then I swirled it around and up and down the shaft while moving my head back and forth, his cock sliding up and down my throat. Maxwell always tells me he never had anyone give him head like that before and apparently either did little boy on his favorite Christmas morning, because firetrucks were blowing their horns and alarms were going off within minutes as the good doctor lifted his hips, put both of his hands on the back of my head and began moaning. “What the hell are you doing girl? Nobody’s ever…ahhhhhhhh.”
 
I had to stop. It had only a few minutes and I like to give pleasure for a long time. A very long time. I hated to do that to him and in a way I hated to do that to myself. I’m sure his cum tastes delicious. He’s a doctor. I’m very sure he takes care of himself, eats lots of fruit and all kinds of good stuff. I’m sure his cum tastes sweet like candy and I wanted that, but not yet. I pulled my head back and his beautiful dick, now glistening and covered in my saliva, the veins angry and bulging, was rock hard and standing at attention. “What the hell?”  
 
He was sprawled back in the chair, his playground of a body just waiting for me and I quickly ripped off my panties and crawled on top of him. He grabbed my hips, the desire in his eyes spilling out and dripping onto his handsome face and he brought my body down onto his until his thickness was buried deep inside me. Then he thrust his pelvis and ground my pussy onto him as we established a rhythm so fast I could barely catch my breath. And my god did he know what he was doing. He jackhammered my cervix until it was in shreds and I couldn’t stop myself from screaming. I didn’t care who broke down the door. Let them watch him kill me. Let them. We both came, screaming our bloody heads off as the dam in my pussy broke and washed away every last care I had in the world.
 
Afterwards I lay slumped down on top of him as he stroked my hair, my breath still ragged. “I think you broke my dick.” I laughed, the sound seeming so loud in the now very quiet exam room. I wondered why nobody interrupted us. “Where’s your staff? I’m surprised nobody heard us.” “You are loud for such a little woman,” he said while laughing. His hand, his large, dark warm, soothing hand, now slowly caressing my back, traveled to my ass. I involuntarily lifted my ass in the air begging for more. “It’s office policy that the staff leave the office during lunch hour.” His fingers started slowly traveling the entrance to my backside as I pushed up on his chest and looked into his eyes. “How much time do we have left?” Poor Maxwell…