It was perfunctory, but with practiced speed, I swabbed her cervix and placed the sample in an already labeled tube, leaving it on my desk for later. She was back for a third time because I’d failed twice to take her sample. I’d broken many many rules with her, but I could still fulfill some semblance of my duty.
Finished, I reached for the lube, having closed the speculum and slid it from her, and pulled her hips so they were almost hanging off the table. She writhed as I dragged the speculum down her pussy and to her asshole, applying pressure, teasing her with my next step. She tensed up when I forced it in a fraction.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice breathy as she looked down at me. I grinned, then placed the speculum down, grabbing a vaginal dilator instead. Her eyes were questioning as I lubed it up.
She gasped as I pushed it into her asshole, forcing it through the tight pressure — it was one of the larger ones, but still smaller than my cock. She groaned, her legs shook, and she grabbed at the table below her, overwhelmed with sensation. Her ass swallowed the dilator up - the stiff silicon flaring at the end. With just the pale blue base on show, I rose to my feet and stalked around her.
Her eyes were wide, submissive, her mouth hanging open a little as she fell so beautifully into a headspace where I could do anything. She was here for it, willing and aching. Gorgeous.
I unbuckled my pants, removing them and my underwear, throwing them on my desk. Harper was low enough that I could reach her mouth with ease, and I rested my hard cock on her face, enjoying smearing a drip of pre-cum on her flushed cheek. With a satisfied rumble in my chest, I rubbed the underside of my shaft all over her face, slapping it against her lips and nose. She blinked, her mouth open, eyes blown. Small gasps and groans told me she was blissed out.
“You’re going to suck my cock, and if the dilator is still in your ass once I’m done, you’ll get to come,” I said, voice low, before tugging her closer to me so her head was dangling off the table.
She opened wide and I slid my shaft along her tongue, letting her lap at my heavy balls. She licked wet strips across each ball, sucking on them and rolling them in her mouth, before toying with the seam of my sack. Aches shot through my spine and I braced myself, hands falling on either side of her waist on the table. Her hands kneaded her own tits through her dress as she kissed down underneath my shaft. She was fucking making out with it.
Then, with her mouth wide and her tongue poking out, I slid every inch of my cock right down her throat, the angle of her head making it easy to drive in as deep as I wanted. My balls slapped against her cheeks and her groan vibrated up my shaft. Pulling all the way out, I looked down at her, she lifted her head and our eyes met for a moment. We were both panting, moments from teetering over an edge. She licked her shiny red lips, and I was done for. Ruined.
My cock slid back in and I fucked into her mouth, racing towards that pleasure and watching her throat stretch from the outside as I drove myself in and out. She took it all, gagging and spluttering when I pulled out to give her a breath, before forcing my way back in. Her entire body shook and convulsed as I fucked her throat, and I let my hands roam over her still dressed torso. She was still massaging her tits, so I pushed her hands out of the way and tugged them from the fabric before squeezing and pulling at her nipples.
My hand roamed up to her throat, and I held her there, tightening gently as my cock stretched her tunnel. I could feel her swallowing around me, feel her moans and see her hips gyrating at nothing — she was enjoying this almost as much as I was. Maybe more.
I pulled out and she chased my cock, her head straining, tongue poking, chest heaving.
“More,” she gasped, pressing her thighs together.
“Is it still in place?” I asked, referring to the dilator shoved up her ass. Fuck, I hoped it was.
She moaned and nodded, her thighs fucking quivering.
I yanked my shirt over my head and climbed onto the table with her, playing with her tits before shifting up and sitting on her chest — not enough to suffocate her, but enough that she’d be pinned. My hands moved to her hair, fisting the dark strands to hold her head steady, then I moved, dragging my balls and taint over her mouth. Her tongue flickered out and she licked me, rolling and sucking as I pushed my hips up and down over her face.
I fisted my cock as her tongue landed on my ass, the rough texture making me wild as she tried to press in. I shifted, bringing my knees up and leaning back to give her better access. She swirled her tongue all over my hole, licking and probing, letting out breathy little moans as she attempted to breach my ring.
Fuck, it felt incredible, her enthusiastic laving making me groan, sending shoots of pleasure up my spine. She brought her hands around my hips and grabbed my cock with both of them, squeezing and jerking as she continued her ministrations on my hole.
I came hard, a sudden explosion as my balls drew up and cum shot all over my chest and into her hair. My cock sprayed as I groaned and shook, dropping my body weight onto her chest for the final few spurts. She looked up at me and swiped a finger along my chest, bringing her cum covered finger between her lips and moaning as she savored the taste.
For a moment, I caught my breath, watching her, wrecked and ruined between my legs. Her eyes had questions behind them, but she appeared just as destroyed as I was.
“Doctor —” she started, but I brought my hand to her throat, tipping her head back until her lips fell open. I let a long line of spit fall from my mouth to hers.
Now it was her turn.
Seven
Harper
Heclimbedoffme,standing by my head, his still hard cock bobbing and content. He had pulled me up and down this table so many times now, I was a mess. Spit and cum covered my face. My hair was knotted, and I was all pent up… but he looked down at me with reverence. Something flickered behind his eyes, like he wanted to speak, to break this tension between us with words. Moments passed as he stared at me, bringing a gentle thumb to my cheek and stroking up and down my heated skin. He popped his thumb into my mouth, letting me taste some of the cum he’d gathered from my skin. The musky sort of sweet flavor made my eyelids flutter.
Then his eyes dipped away, his hand moved, and he stalked to the end of the table, to between my legs. That dilator hadn’t given me an easy life. My ass naturally wanted to push it out, but with squeezing and strategic presses into the table, it remained in place. I think I would have about died if it hadn’t.
He grumbled with a look of satisfaction on his face before removing the instrument and throwing it into the nearby sink with a thud.
“Well done,” he said, stroking his hands down both my thighs. I was itching to move, to get off my back and stretch out, but he appeared to like me like this, exposed, at his pleasure, vulnerable for him in a way so many other women were. But my body was offered for joy, not business.
“Did you like the speculum? How it stretched you out?” he asked, pulling my attention back. His thumbs were resting by my labia, his hungry gaze on my pussy.
“Y-yes,” I admitted. Knowing what he was seeing, how deep and intimate his observation of me was, it made my entire body tingle with delicious aches. The stretching edged towards painful, but it was a borderline, twisting and curling together with pleasure.
