“Oh, Miss,” I say, faking concern. “It’s worse than we thought.”
“What’s wrong, Doctor?” she gasps.
“Your pussy is leaking. I have to do something about it.”
My head levels with her pussy, one lick, and she instinctively moans.
I stop.
“Miss. I’m very sorry, but if it’sthatpainful, I have to stop. Hospital rules.”
“No, no,” she pleads. “I won’t make a sound, I promise. I’ll be strong.” The desperation in her tone is anything but an act.
“Can you be a good patient for me?”
“Help me, Doc. I’ll be good.”
My tongue drags slowly over her slit, our gazes locked. Her chin drops, but she doesn’t make a sound. A filthy smile pulls at my mouth right next to her cunt.
I go back in, and it’s time to show her clit some devotion. A real reason for her pussy to cry a river on my desk. Her toes curl, her ass shakes, but she holds the whimpers in. Most of them. Such a good girl. I could spend the rest of my life right here, teasing this pretty cunt to the edge.
She lets out barely audible sounds, and I stop three more times, each one more entertaining than the last. Every time a moan slips out, I pull away. Her pleasure stalls, and her frustration turns savage. She put it on her list: Orgasm denial. I’m giving her every single thing she asked for.
“Don’t worry, Miss.” I try to ease her. “I’ll drink it all up until it dries. You come to me whenever this happens, and I’ll get this pussy taken care of. Let me add to my findings.” I pretend to write on a notepad. “Diagnosis: Excessive lubrication. Prognosis: Benign. Start localized treatment. Patient to report pain if present.” And I go back to eating her.
Her back arches harder. “Does it… taste good, D-Doctor?” The question costs her a few breaths.
“Sweeter than nectar, stronger than morphine.”
“Can I try?”
“There are no contraindications,” I answer, my tongue coated in her arousal. “I’ll collect a sample with my index finger and administer it orally.”
Her eyes flare. “Yes, Doctor.”
I rub her entrance nice and slow. “Just making sure I don’t hurt you on the way in. You look like you have a tight little pussy, Miss.”
“I do, Doc. A tight little pussy that can take a big, big cock. I think you’ll gather more if you slip two fingers in. Don’t you?”
“Such a smart, filthy patient.”
I drive two fingers into her—no need to ease my way in—and she clenches, already leaking around them. I stare down at her hungry little pussy, swallowing my fingers, making my desk shine.
“Jesus fuck, Mia. How am I ever supposed to get any work done here again?”
She lets go of one of the edges and grabs my chin with a force I didn’t know she had, dragging my gaze up.
“NotMia. Your patient.”
Oh damn, she’s really into this roleplaying thing. Let’s get back to it then.
“Open your mouth, Miss. Wider.”
I bring my fingers to her lips, and I feed them to her. Her eyes close, and I grab her throat in warning. “Eyes on me.” Her heart rate rises under my palm. “It’s all part of the exam. I’m thorough. I told you. Need to check your pupils.” She swallows, then goes back to sucking my fingers with renewed enthusiasm until I pull them out.
“Mmmm. It’s so good, Doc. This can’t be a bad thing, right?”
“Can’t be a bad thing at all. But it is chronic, I’m afraid. So you come to me whenever you feel this pussy getting wet. I’m happy to provide lifelong treatment. I’ll drink you up anytime you feel like this.”
