I was dating this dude who was weird but hot.

One night we were out at a restaurant and he asked me if I’d ever played “doctor” when I was young. I told him I hadn’t. He said he hadn’t either, but that he occasionally now played it as an adult. I was intrigued enough to want to know more.

“Why don’t we just play it tonight,” he suggested. “That’s the best way to learn.”

I told him I was up for trying it. We’d already fucked a few times and the sex was great, so I figured if I didn’t like adult “doctor” we could just switch to having our normal hot sex.

When we got to his condo, he told me to wait in the living room. Then he went into his bedroom and came back out wearing scrubs, with a real stethoscope around his neck. His muscled arms looked good in the short sleeves and I could see the outline of his thick cock through his pants. He was holding up a paper gown that was open in the back.

“I’m going to get the examining table ready,” he said, handing me the gown. “Put this on.”

I told him it didn’t look sexy.

“Are you the doctor or the patient?” he asked.

He headed into the kitchen. After putting the gown on, I followed him in there. He’d dimmed the lights and covered his long kitchen table in blankets. I lay down on my back, but he instructed me to roll over.

I moaned and writhed on the exam table, legs spread wide as he fingered me fast and hard.

“We’ll start here,” he said, and began to massage my neck, shoulders, and lower back with his warm hands. Every once in a while he would murmur “mmmm” or “ah ha.”

Next, his hands moved to my ass and squeezed my butt, rubbing it, giving little spankings to each cheek. He trailed his fingers from my asscrack up to my lower back and then all the way down to just behind my pussy, which was getting quite wet. In fact, as he continued the examination, now centered totally on my ass—kneading it, pressing his hands into the flesh—I got so wet I felt myself soaking through the front of the paper gown. I let out a soft moan.

“So far everything looks good,” he said. “How are you doing?”

“Fine,” I said. “Thank you, doctor.”

“Good. Now turn over.”

I followed his orders and rolled onto my back. He slid the cool end of the stethoscope over the pulse in my neck, then across my wrists and inner thighs. He combined these movements with licks of his tongue, soft bites.

“It looks like you’ve gotten your gown all wet,” he said. “Let’s remove it.”

He tore the paper gown down the middle, then began to examine my stomach and tits. He checked each nipple with his stethoscope, then licked and sucked on them. He kissed my lower belly, just above my pussy, tonguing around the line of my pubic hair until I was squirming.

“Would you like me to examine your pussy?” he asked.

“Yes, doctor.”

He gently parted my pussy lips with one hand, then inserted the middle finger of his other hand into my wet hole and began to massage my cunt.

“Would you prefer it slower or faster?” he asked.

“Faster,” I whispered.

He inserted a second finger and began to really fuck me with his hand. I moaned and writhed on the examining table, legs spread wide, as he fingered me fast and hard.

“What I’m going to do next is examine your pussy with my cock,” he said.

“Oh yes, doctor, please,” I responded with feigned innocence. “I want you to examine my pussy with your cock.”

He first put his mouth to my pussy lips, kissing them, then gave a few licks to my clit like a snake. After that he lowered his pants and teased my clit with his rock-hard shaft until I begged him to put it inside me.

He fucked me hard on the blanket-covered table, the stethoscope bouncing off our chests, a steady moan escaping me. It wasn’t long before I came on his cock, crying out in pleasure.

After a long blissful moment, I whispered, “Thank you, doctor. I’d like to set up another appointment soon.”

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