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Johnny came home early, and he had his medical bag.

The very sight of the bag set my pussy gushing.

“How’s my favorite patient?” he asked, displaying his infamously stellar bedside manner.

I fell back into my standard part for our role-playing scenario.

“I’m having some tension doctor. Some tightness. And I sometimes feel swollen.” I put my head down coyly, doing my best to play off the heated blush in my cheeks as shyness — and not stunning arousal.

“Hmm. Doesn’t sound too serious, but let’s see what we can do. Let’s get you in the exam room and up on the table.”

When his office had been remodeled, we’d had one of the exam tables brought to the house. Everyone thought it was a fun novelty item. But it was actually the most perfect prop for our sex game. It was set up in our basement rec room.

I had worn a skirt that day due to the summer heat. I hopped up on the table and the chilled metal kissed the backs of my thighs. He washed up in the tiny sink behind the basement’s bar and then came over, drying his hands on a paper towel.

My heart beat so hard I could feel the resounding thump in my pussy.

“Let’s get your feet in the stirrups,” he said.

A jolt of electric arousal shot through me. He helped me, gently putting my left foot in the metal “U” and then the right in its twin. “Scoot down to the edge of the table.”

I did as asked, and when my bottom hit the lip of the table, I stopped.

Johnny parted my pussy lips, and I exhaled loudly. He cocked an eyebrow and smiled.

When I looked down between my parted thighs, I could see his crotch. His cock was hard. It pressed against the front of his gray work slacks. I wanted his dick inside me so damn bad. But then his finger slid into my wet pussy, and I sucked in a breath.

“Is this where you feel the tension?” He flexed his finger, and I swallowed a moan.

“Yes, Doctor.”

He bent it again, and his thumb came down on my clitoris — pressing, pressing, pressing.

“And the tightness, the swollen sensation?”

I nodded fast, my heart racing wildly.

He slid a second finger into me and wiggled them both. That thick thumb continued to worry my clitoris.

“Let’s see if we can give you some relief. Tell me if this helps.”

He curled and relaxed his fingers again and again. My pussy grew tighter and wetter. I ached to come. And knowing that would be the first of several climaxes made my nipples as hard as stones beneath my little white T-shirt.

His thumb nudged my clit harder. “This better?”

I nodded. Then shook my head. I didn’t know what to do or what to say. The pleasure was so intense; I was slightly out of my head.

“The swollen places are getting worse,” Johnny said, putting on a baffled expression.

“The throbbing in my ass cheeks matched the pounding of my heart.”

He bent closer to my pussy, and I felt his warm breath wash over my mound. “Let’s get a closer look.”

He hooked his ankle into a rolling stool we kept down there for just this game. He sat on it, putting his face level with my sex. He let his breath hit me a few more times. He kept his fingers flexing and dancing in my drenched depths. He kept his thumb pressed firmly to my clit — until he replaced it with his tongue. When he licked me, my body danced like I’d been electrocuted, but I managed to still myself.

“This may help,” he said, his mouth just barely removed from my tender flesh.

Then it was back, his tongue on my clit. He was lapping at me with slow, measured strokes. My pussy clenched tight around his probing fingers. My hips moved restlessly of their own accord.

“Oh, Doctor,” I managed to sigh. My heart skipped a beat, and I found myself mindlessly pinching my nipples through my shirt.

He sucked my clit, drawing on it slowly at first, then faster. His fingers wriggled inside me as he sucked hard once more. I came, gushing honey and crying out.

He laughed softly. “That helped some. How about we try something else?”

I agreed, so Johnny stood and unfastened his button and zipper. He pushed his pants and briefs down, and his big, thick cock sprang free. I could hardly wait for him to put it in me. I actually gripped the table to steady myself.

He slid his cockhead along my dripping slit. “Do you still feel swollen?”

“I do,” I managed.

He pushed only an inch inside me, and my body grew tight with tension and need. “How about now?”

“Yes. Still. Doctor.”

He smiled, comforting, benevolent and in charge. Then he slid into me a bit farther.

The table was the perfect height for fucking. It could be raised and lowered slightly, and we had toyed with the adjustments until it was just right for us.

“He slid in and out of me a few times slowly, just to make me squirm.”

He pushed in slowly. “Now?”

“Yes,” I gasped.

Further inside me. “Now?”

“Yes!”

Johnny had fully impaled me. His thumb wormed between us and found my clitoris once more, and he gave it some teasing strokes. He began to rock in and out of me. I was so hot and tender and wet. I bumped up to meet his thrusts, and he stroked my clit faster.

I clenched my internal muscles as he clenched his jaw.

Johnny lifted my feet out of the stirrups and held them, slamming into me hard and fast. Warm sticky pleasure flooded my body.

“Oh, Doctor… ”

“Sometimes, I have to be a bit brisk to alleviate the discomfort,” he said. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

I shook my head violently. “No, no, not too much. Perfect.”

“I think that tension is about to release,” he said. “Let’s see.”

He froze, and my pussy flickered and spasmed around his dick. I wanted him to move, to give me more, to finish me off.

“Is it worse now?”

“My God, yes,” I groaned.

He stroked a single finger behind my knee, and the unexpected touch made my cunt seize up around him.

“Maybe this will do the trick.”

He slid in and out of me a few times slowly, just to make me squirm. And then he found that hard and fast rhythm again, and I cried out loudly, climaxing wildly.

He trailed a finger down my belly, the game of make-believe having been tossed aside for the moment. I panted and laughed, all at the same time.

He’s always been the perfect cure for whatever ails me.

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The Perfect Cure

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Johnny came home early, and he had his medical bag.

The very sight of the bag set my pussy gushing.

“How’s my favorite patient?” he asked, displaying his infamously stellar bedside manner.

I fell back into my standard part for our role-playing scenario.

“I’m having some tension doctor. Some tightness. And I sometimes feel swollen.” I put my head down coyly, doing my best to play off the heated blush in my cheeks as shyness — and not stunning arousal.

“Hmm. Doesn’t sound too serious, but let’s see what we can do. Let’s get you in the exam room and up on the table.”

When his office had been remodeled, we’d had one of the exam tables brought to the house. Everyone thought it was a fun novelty item. But it was actually the most perfect prop for our sex game. It was set up in our basement rec room.

I had worn a skirt that day due to the summer heat. I hopped up on the table and the chilled metal kissed the backs of my thighs. He washed up in the tiny sink behind the basement’s bar and then came over, drying his hands on a paper towel.

My heart beat so hard I could feel the resounding thump in my pussy.

“Let’s get your feet in the stirrups,” he said.

A jolt of electric arousal shot through me. He helped me, gently putting my left foot in the metal “U” and then the right in its twin. “Scoot down to the edge of the table.”

I did as asked, and when my bottom hit the lip of the table, I stopped.

Johnny parted my pussy lips, and I exhaled loudly. He cocked an eyebrow and smiled.

When I looked down between my parted thighs, I could see his crotch. His cock was hard. It pressed against the front of his gray work slacks. I wanted his dick inside me so damn bad. But then his finger slid into my wet pussy, and I sucked in a breath.

“Is this where you feel the tension?” He flexed his finger, and I swallowed a moan.

“Yes, Doctor.”

He bent it again, and his thumb came down on my clitoris — pressing, pressing, pressing.

“And the tightness, the swollen sensation?”

I nodded fast, my heart racing wildly.

He slid a second finger into me and wiggled them both. That thick thumb continued to worry my clitoris.

“Let’s see if we can give you some relief. Tell me if this helps.”

He curled and relaxed his fingers again and again. My pussy grew tighter and wetter. I ached to come. And knowing that would be the first of several climaxes made my nipples as hard as stones beneath my little white T-shirt.

His thumb nudged my clit harder. “This better?”

I nodded. Then shook my head. I didn’t know what to do or what to say. The pleasure was so intense; I was slightly out of my head.

“The swollen places are getting worse,” Johnny said, putting on a baffled expression.

“The throbbing in my ass cheeks matched the pounding of my heart.”

He bent closer to my pussy, and I felt his warm breath wash over my mound. “Let’s get a closer look.”

He hooked his ankle into a rolling stool we kept down there for just this game. He sat on it, putting his face level with my sex. He let his breath hit me a few more times. He kept his fingers flexing and dancing in my drenched depths. He kept his thumb pressed firmly to my clit — until he replaced it with his tongue. When he licked me, my body danced like I’d been electrocuted, but I managed to still myself.

“This may help,” he said, his mouth just barely removed from my tender flesh.

Then it was back, his tongue on my clit. He was lapping at me with slow, measured strokes. My pussy clenched tight around his probing fingers. My hips moved restlessly of their own accord.

“Oh, Doctor,” I managed to sigh. My heart skipped a beat, and I found myself mindlessly pinching my nipples through my shirt.

He sucked my clit, drawing on it slowly at first, then faster. His fingers wriggled inside me as he sucked hard once more. I came, gushing honey and crying out.

He laughed softly. “That helped some. How about we try something else?”

I agreed, so Johnny stood and unfastened his button and zipper. He pushed his pants and briefs down, and his big, thick cock sprang free. I could hardly wait for him to put it in me. I actually gripped the table to steady myself.

He slid his cockhead along my dripping slit. “Do you still feel swollen?”

“I do,” I managed.

He pushed only an inch inside me, and my body grew tight with tension and need. “How about now?”

“Yes. Still. Doctor.”

He smiled, comforting, benevolent and in charge. Then he slid into me a bit farther.

The table was the perfect height for fucking. It could be raised and lowered slightly, and we had toyed with the adjustments until it was just right for us.

“He slid in and out of me a few times slowly, just to make me squirm.”

He pushed in slowly. “Now?”

“Yes,” I gasped.

Further inside me. “Now?”

“Yes!”

Johnny had fully impaled me. His thumb wormed between us and found my clitoris once more, and he gave it some teasing strokes. He began to rock in and out of me. I was so hot and tender and wet. I bumped up to meet his thrusts, and he stroked my clit faster.

I clenched my internal muscles as he clenched his jaw.

Johnny lifted my feet out of the stirrups and held them, slamming into me hard and fast. Warm sticky pleasure flooded my body.

“Oh, Doctor… ”

“Sometimes, I have to be a bit brisk to alleviate the discomfort,” he said. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

I shook my head violently. “No, no, not too much. Perfect.”

“I think that tension is about to release,” he said. “Let’s see.”

He froze, and my pussy flickered and spasmed around his dick. I wanted him to move, to give me more, to finish me off.

“Is it worse now?”

“My God, yes,” I groaned.

He stroked a single finger behind my knee, and the unexpected touch made my cunt seize up around him.

“Maybe this will do the trick.”

He slid in and out of me a few times slowly, just to make me squirm. And then he found that hard and fast rhythm again, and I cried out loudly, climaxing wildly.

He trailed a finger down my belly, the game of make-believe having been tossed aside for the moment. I panted and laughed, all at the same time.

He’s always been the perfect cure for whatever ails me.

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