“Harper?” Dr. Blake’s voice broke through my daydream. I looked at him, a little flustered. “Book another appointment. Get this straightened out. I wouldn’t want one of my best students missing out.”
“Yes, doctor.”
The friendly receptionist was missing when I stepped through the doors of the gynecologist’s office. It was a Saturday. I’d had an email a few days after I’d booked the appointment online, requesting the time be moved, the office opened especially for it, to squeeze me in. They’d overbooked. Or some other bullshit. I knew what it meant, or at least I hoped I did. The anticipation made my skin tingle.
I didn’t call out as I strode across the vacant space, didn’t press the bell on the desk. Instead, I locked the front door and headed down the hall, right to the examination room. Not his office. I knew he’d be waiting for me there. The scene of the crime. No knocking, I pushed the door open and moved inside.
Dr. Sterling was sitting on his desk, his long legs stretched out before him, crossed at the ankle. He rubbed his stubbled chin as he studied me with dark eyes. The door snicked shut, the sound almost erotic.
Tension flooded the room, and I pressed myself against the door, growing weak kneed under his heavy gaze. His head dipped down a little, and despite his calm demeanor, I could see the strain in his jaw, his neck, the tendons in his hands… he was holding himself back.
“D—” I started, but was interrupted by his sudden movement. He ate up the space between us with just a few strides, grabbed my chin, tilted my face up, and pressed his lips to mine. Hard.
My arms flopped to the side, my entire body growing limp as he growled into my mouth and tugged me closer. He dominated the kiss, tugging my bottom lip down with his teeth before driving his tongue against mine, pressing, exploring, ravaging. And I just took it, let him have whatever he wanted.
Keeping one hand on my chin, almost too tight, he moved the other to my abdomen, tugging my dress up and snaking his hand underneath. His fingers explored my soft stomach, ran along my rib cage, drifted at the swell of my breasts before slipping under the center of my bra, lifting the under wire and shoving it up, so my nipples sat squashed and exposed under my thin dress. His erection pressed against me, hard and hot as he drove his hips, aiming for mindless friction.
He growled as he squeezed one nipple, then the next.
“On the table, on your back,” he demanded, stepping away and dragging me to the table I’d already laid on twice. I was sinking under his weight, and I couldn’t wait to go.
I climbed on, still dressed, and settled onto my back. The anticipation of what he might be about to do made it hard to lie still. I watched him loosen his tie and unbutton the top few buttons of his shirt as he pulled over his wheeled medical tray.
“What are you —” I began to ask, but he hushed me.
“Don’t make me gag you,” he hissed.
Who was this man and what had he done with the tentative doctor I’d met just last week? I suppose he’d never been that shy, considering he’d driven me to orgasm the first time we’d met… but this man… something wholly indecent possessed this man. There was no question he was in control, guiding this tryst.
“Spread your legs,” he said. “On the stirrups.”
I shuffled down the table, getting my feet into the stirrups, feeling even more vulnerable than when in those paper gowns. My pantie clad pussy was exposed to him now, that illicit thing we always hit from our gyno. They were going to have a rummage inside our vaginas, but the discharge on our undies was too embarrassing.
He stepped between my ankles and ran rough hands up my shins and down my thighs, stopping as he reached the fast dampening black cotton. He licked his lips before looking up through his eyelashes and catching my gaze. Then there was a cold metal against my flesh as he snipped my panties away, shredding them and pulling them from my hips. The fabric fell to the floor in a heap, and he studied me some more.
I stuttered a breath. This was… my heart pounded in my ears, overwhelmed, desperate.
“We never did get to finish our examinations, Miss Walton,” Dr. Sterling murmured, his voice like gravel. He picked something up and walked around me, standing with his crotch at my head. He pressed the cold metal tip of a speculum against my lips. “Suck.”
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Thespeculumslippedbetweenher lips, and she pulled it into her mouth like it was a cock. I watched her pink tongue flutter around its grooves as she slicked it with her saliva. I pushed it deeper until almost the whole thing was choking her, before tugging it back out. Her eyes were glassy as she gazed at me.
When I’d re-arranged this appointment for a time when the office was closed, I wasn’t fooling myself. I knew we needed to live out everything raging between us, and it had to be here. Here, but with the freedom to take my time, to make her scream.
I’d been unfocused all week, jerking off multiple times a day to the thought of her on my tongue, to fantasies of stretching her, fucking her, playing this out with her. And she would take it just like she was now.
Her entire body writhed when I kissed her wet mouth, licked up the spit running down her cheeks and feeding it to her. “Open,” I demanded, and her mouth flew open, her tongue on display. I spat right into the back of her throat and watched her swallow it down, the sight going straight to my balls.
I let my fingers brush along her body as I strolled back between her luscious thighs and dragged my stool with me, sinking down into it so I had the best view. “This may feel a little cold,” I said on instinct, before dribbling more spit onto her pussy, enjoying the glob sink inside her as she already dripped for me.
The speculum pressed against her and I slid it inside, rubbing her clit leisurely as the medical device reached its limit. Then I opened it, turning the knob to lock it, and watching it stretch her pink flesh. Her hips bucked, her hands came up and squeezed her tits, and little breathy moans flew from her mouth as I fucked the open speculum up and down, letting the cold metal drag against her walls. I flicked the overhead light on and pulled it close, wanting to see her insides, fresh and undamaged, unfucked. I couldn’t wait to see her like this again once I’d used her up.
“Please,” she gasped, and I pressed down on her stomach to hold her steady.
“No more moving,” I told her. “Shuffle down.”
