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Changing sides of the bed every few minutes, I licked and sucked her tits and nipples, drooling and biting on them, enjoying the little gasps and moans that escaped from her. Finally satisfied I let go of the one that I was holding and sat back. Both her tits stood up proudly, glistening with the spit that I’d smeared all over them.
“Time for the final test,” I said, cheerfully and started to blow cool air across her chest, aiming it at those sweet rosy nipples of hers. They tightened instantly, hardening into tight little bullets.
“Very good, Jenna. This is exactly the response I was looking for.”
“Oh, thank goodness, Doctor!”
“Yes. Now, let’s see if they stay stiff once I stop blowing. Please pinch your nipples for me Jenna, keep them as hard as you can. You may need to twist them a little if they start softening. Close your eyes, so you’re fully focused on the sensation and let me know if anything changes.”
I really wasn’t sure if she’d go for this, but she blinked her eyes shut and moved her hands swiftly to her tits, pulling on her nipples, exactly as I’d asked. I stood back and watched her. This was the stuff my dreams had been made of for as long as I could remember: Jenna Green, stretched out naked on my examination table, legs spread in the stirrups, heels on her pretty little feet, tugging on nipples that I’d spent 20 minutes sucking on and soaking with my spit. She was so fucking beautiful.
I filmed her on my phone for a minute or so, daring to stroke my cock as I did. She was an excellent patient, keeping her eyes firmly closed and providing a running commentary of what she found most sensitive.
I moved my chair and settled between her legs, the angle of the table giving me a view up her body. My face was inches from her sweet little pussy. I inhaled her scent, barely restraining myself from burying my face between her inviting folds.
Standing up, so I could watch her face as my fingers penetrated her tight snatch, I said, “Jenna, it’s time for me to examine you here. You’re just going to feel a stretch as I push my fingers in, ok?”
“Yes, Doctor.”
My fingers slid into her waiting pussy incredibly easily. I pumped my fingers in and out of her a few times, loving the way her juices coated my ungloved fingers. “Jenna, you’re very wet down here. Have you found that you’re producing a lot of lubrication lately? It’s important that I know.”
Her face reddened again. “Oh, Doctor. I’m so embarrassed. I could feel myself getting turned on as I talked about Greg. I’m so sorry.”
“That’s ok, Jenna. Not to worry. It’s all perfectly natural.” I smiled at her reassuringly as I carried on fingering her beautifully tight cunt. Wet as she was, her pussy still gripped at my fingers. I couldn’t wait until her tight muscles were milking my prick. The sound of her arousal filled the room and Jenna’s blushes increased.
I suddenly had a brainwave. “Jenna, I’m still a little concerned about the risk of an STI. Is the consistency of your vaginal fluids the same, have you noticed any changes?”
“No, Doctor.”
“Ok, good. How about the taste? Any changes there?”
“Oh! Doctor! I… I wouldn’t know about that.”
“No problem, we can test that out now. I’m just going to make sure I get enough so that we have a proper sample. You might feel some pressure.” With that, I shoved my fingers as deep as I could into her juicy little hole, twisting them around, scraping at her insides. She grunted in discomfort, her body twitching as she endured my probing. I really went for it for the final few strokes, frantically jabbing in and out of her pussy, imagining my cock replacing my fingers soon and slamming into her punishingly.
My fingers glistening with her sticky juices, I held them aloft. “This should be plenty!”
I walked to the head of the bed and touched my fingers to her lips.
“Doctor! What are you doing?”
“I seem to remember you saying that you’d tasted yourself when Greg kissed you after making you cum with his mouth? Wasn’t that right? As I recall, you fucked his hand as he pinned you against the wall, almost naked, then you fucked his mouth and tongue and he fed you back your pussy juices when he kissed you. Wasn’t that how it went, Jenna? I believe you said you couldn’t get enough of the taste of your pussy at the time. No?”
“Oh, Doctor. You make it sound so dirty. But, yes, that’s what happened.”
“Just as I thought. So open wide and you’re going to suck this off my fingers and tell me if it tastes any different. Ok, Jenna?”
A pause, then she said, “Yes, Doctor.”
“Good girl.” And I pushed my fingers between her full, perfect lips, sawing them back and forth. “Lick it all up, Jenna. Suck hard and let me know how it tastes.”
God! The sight of her taking my fingers deep into her mouth, choking on them as her tongue slid all over them, her lips suckling at my knuckles. I forced them further in, ”Make sure you get it all, Jenna.”
She looked up and nodded, increasing her efforts. The noise of her slurping alone was enough to make my balls tighten. I kept shoving my fingers in and out long after she’d cleaned them of her arousal.
Finally, I slid them out and she gasped, catching her breath. “So, Jenna, what do you think? The same?”
“I think so, Doctor.”
“You think? We should be sure about this, Jenna. I’d hate for Bobby to find out your dirty little secret. You know your life will be ruined if he finds out you let some college boy fuck your naked body against the wall of a parking lot? If he knew how you begged for his cock, his tongue, taking his cum in your tight little hole?”
“Oh, Doctor! Please make sure for me! What other tests can we do?”
Settling back in my chair in front of her pussy, I said, “I have a lot of experience in this area, Jenna. Why don’t you let me perform my own diagnosis? Is that what you want?”
“Yes please, Doctor. Please!”
“Ok, Jenna. Not to worry, dear. The Doctor’s going to make it allll better.” Pushing my palms under her tight, firm ass cheeks and giving them a squeeze, I said “You’re going to feel some pressure on your genitals. I’m going to taste you myself. I wouldn’t normally do this for a patient, but I want to make sure you’re getting the best possible care.”
“Doctor? You’re going to…? What?”
Moving close to her pussy, so that she’d feel my hot breath across her slit as I spoke, I said, “It’s ok, Jenna. No-one will ever know. I’m just going to make sure that you don’t taste unusual. I’m going to start with my fingers again, then you might feel my tongue. It’s all perfectly natural, just relax and it’ll be over soon.”
Her thighs were still tense and I could tell she might be about to protest. “Jenna, if you prefer, we can stop this right now, but I don’t know how I’d live with myself if I thought you were at risk of infecting poor Bobby with something horrible. It would be my professional duty to let him know that you might have put him in danger. It would be such a shame if I had to do that, just because you’re feeling a little embarrassed right now. Now, should I carry on?”
After a pause, she said, “Yes, Doctor. Do what you have to do.”
“Now, Jenna. You’re making it sound as though I’m doing something wrong here. I’m going to need you to ask me nicely before my conscience will let me continue.”
“What do you mean, Doctor?”
Still breathing hotly across her cunt, marveling at its pink, juicy perfection, I said, “Ask me to taste your pussy, Jenna. Ask the Doctor nicely to do his job and tongue your cunt. That’s what Greg called it, isn’t it? Your cunt. Ask me to eat your cunt, just like he did, or I’ll have to stop and ask you to leave so I can call Bobby.”
She hesitated for just a second before saying, “Please Doctor, please eat my cunt. Taste all of it and let me know that I’m ok, please?”
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