Hospital Room 214 • Private Exam
The Doctor Who Couldn’t Keep His Hands Off Me
I never thought a simple checkup would end with me sitting on a hospital bed with my white blouse pulled open and warm cum dripping down my chin. But here I am. Claire. Twenty eight. Full lips still parted. Legs spread just enough that the cool air from the AC kisses the wet mess between them.
It started the way these things always do. Mild chest tightness. A little shortness of breath after the gym. My regular doctor was out so they sent me to Dr. Hale. Tall. Dark hair. Hands that looked like they belonged on a piano instead of holding a stethoscope. He closed the door behind him and the soft click of the lock made something low in my stomach tighten.
He listened to my heart. Asked me to breathe in. Breathe out. Then his fingers brushed the edge of my bra while he adjusted the cold metal disc and I felt my nipples harden under the thin fabric. He noticed. Of course he noticed. His eyes flicked up to mine and stayed there a second too long.
“You’re tense,” he said. Voice low. Professional on the surface. Something else underneath. “Lie back for me.”
I did. The paper on the exam table crinkled under my thighs. He stood between my knees and pushed the gown up higher than necessary. When his gloved fingers finally touched me I was already slick. He didn’t comment. Just pressed two fingers inside and watched my face while he felt around like he was searching for something that had nothing to do with medicine.
By the time he pulled his fingers free I was panting. He peeled the gloves off slowly. Dropped them in the bin. Then he unlocked the door, stepped out for half a minute, and came back with the little “do not disturb” sign hanging on the outside handle.
What happened next wasn’t gentle. He pushed my blouse open and my heavy breasts spilled out. He sucked one nipple into his mouth while his free hand yanked my panties down my thighs. I should have stopped him. I should have said the word that ends every fantasy. Instead I arched up and let him push inside me in one long stroke that stole the air from my lungs.
He fucked me like he had been thinking about it since the second I walked in. Hard. Deep. The hospital bed creaked under us and somewhere down the hall a machine beeped in steady rhythm that matched the slap of his hips against mine. I came first. Clenched around him so tight he cursed into my neck. Then he pulled out, climbed higher, and painted my tongue and my tits with thick ropes of cum while I looked up at him with my mouth open like the good patient I never planned to be.
Now the room is quiet again. My white blouse hangs open. Cum slides down the valley between my breasts and pools warm against my belly. More of it leaks from between my legs onto the white sheet. I can still taste him. I can still feel the stretch. And the worst part is I already know I will book another appointment.