“So, how can I help you today, Jenna?”
My favorite patient squirmed in her seat and couldn’t look me in the eye. Maybe today was about to get interesting…
“Jenna?”
Shifting about, still not able to meet my gaze, she said, “I’m sorry, Doctor. This is just so embarrassing. I didn’t want to come here, but I couldn’t get an appointment anywhere else. And you’re always so good about fitting me in.”
Watching Jenna’s sweet tits almost busting out of that tight shirt of hers, I patted myself on the back for instructing my receptionist to book Jenna Green in whenever she called. She wasn’t due for her annual check-up - the highlight of my entire fucking year - but my dick started to get hard under my desk as I imagined the many scenarios in which I could get her to remove her clothes and submit to my examination.
Using my most soothing doctorly voice, I said, “Jenna, whatever it is, it won’t be anything I haven’t seen or heard before. This is a safe place. Just let me know what’s wrong, so I can help you.”
She cleared her throat and, blushing furiously, said, “I… I think I may be pregnant, or… I don’t know…” And she promptly burst into tears, sobbing into her hands, her shoulders shaking, making those fabulous tits of hers bounce around. I squeezed my bulging cock through my pants, rubbing it slowly, ogling her body as she wept, distracted.
Her long, tanned legs stretched out in front of her. Her skin was like fucking silk. Every chance I got, I had her stretched out on my examination table, stroking as much of her body as I could pretend was medically necessary. Luckily for me, she was both hot and naive, unquestioningly trusting my authority as a doctor, and I often found myself fondling her tight little pussy and gorgeous firm tits under some spurious pretext.
I was always late for the appointment after hers as I thrashed my cock desperately, imagining a day when I could dump my cum all over her. Or, better yet, finally sate my cock by fucking her with long, hard strokes, listening to her moans and screams as she came with my cock buried deep inside her, filling her up with thick gouts of my cum.
Snapping back into the room, keeping a hand on my cock, I handed her the box of tissues that I kept on my desk. Smiling shakily, she took one and murmured her gratitude.
“So, Jenna. Pregnant? Are you sure? Bobby got a vasectomy last year, didn’t he?” As was ever the case, the most incredible woman seemed to have married the most basic dude she could lay her hands on. Bobby owned the local car dealership and was a self-satisfied prick who lorded it over the place. I took great delight in unnecessarily referring him to the proctologist every year. He was as gullible as his wife, although not nearly as fuckable.
Her sobs deepened. “No, Doctor. It’s not Bobby. It’s... someone else.” And she convulsed in misery, seemingly inconsolable.
My eyes widened in shock. Jenna was always the perfect, faithful wife. What the fuck had happened here? My cock throbbed as I sensed an opportunity. If nothing else, I’d be giving her an internal exam today. Fuck, yes!
I switched on the voice memo on my phone and grabbed my pad. Pen poised, I said, “Jenna, why don’t you tell me what happened? Just so I have the full picture.”
Still weeping, she choked out her words, “I… I had sex with someone else last month. I still don’t know how it happened. I’ve been so stupid.”
“Start from the beginning Jenna. When was this?”
“At the start of last month. It was my cousin’s bachelorette down in Nashville. A bunch of us flew down there to celebrate, and there was a guy and now I’m in such a mess.” More tears. Her chest was heaving and her bouncing tits sent another jolt of pure lust down the length of my thick rod.
“Slow down, Jenna. Slow down. So, you went to Nashville and, what, you gals went out drinking? Partying?”
“Yes, Doctor. We went for dinner and then just started bar-hopping. In one of the bars, we got talking to this group of guys. College boys, really. They were in town because three of them were celebrating turning 21.”
“Go on, Jenna.”
“So, they were cute and fun and we ended up going with them to a bunch of bars. I wasn’t even really drinking though, it’s not like I have an excuse for what I did.” She started crying again. It was hard to be mad at her when she looked so fucking gorgeous, her whole body shaking as she wept, but I was suddenly impatient to hear more about the fucking she’d apparently taken from some college kid. Jenna - who knew she was such a nasty girl?
“So, you’re in a bar with these college guys?” I prompted, once she’d calmed down.
“Yes. And I got to talking to this guy. Greg. And he was telling me how beautiful I was and how lucky my husband was to have me. I didn’t really think anything of it - he was so much younger than me. I thought he was just being nice.”
“What were you wearing, Jenna?”
She looked away, embarrassed. “The other girls had persuaded me I should wear this little slip dress. I’d brought it as underwear, but they told me I should wear it out.”
“So, you’re out on the town in a short, silky negligee?”
“Well… Yes. I was decent, Doctor, but yes, it was a little shorty nightie.”
“Wasn’t your underwear on display?”
“Oh, Doctor…” Her face flaming red, she said, “ I couldn’t wear a bra with it. My friends said it looked so much better without. And…” in a whisper, “I still have nice breasts, Doctor. I just thought I’d let the girls out for the night.”
“The girls, Jenna?” I could barely suppress a smile as I said this. Of course, I knew what she meant, but her discomfort was exquisite and I wanted to extract every drop from her.
Mortified, she said, “My breasts, Doctor. It’s just a fun little name for them, you know?”
“Thank you for the clarification, Jenna. So, no bra. Hmmm.” Pretending to write a note as she squirmed in front of me, I said, “I hope you were at least wearing panties, Jenna?”
“Oh, yes Doctor.”
Damnit. The idea of Jenna out in just a little bit of silk, with nothing else to protect her modesty, was incredibly appealing. I feigned approval. “Ok, good. They must have been very small not to be seen under that little dress of yours?”
Blushing yet again - God, she was sexy when she blushed! - she nodded and said, “Yes, Doctor. It was a little white lace thong.” Giggling a little, she continued, “It just barely covered anything, Doctor, but I told myself it was better than nothing, you know?”
My rock-hard cock jerked in my hand. “Yes, Jenna. I’m sure. And what about your shoes? Were you wearing heels with that little dress and tiny panties?”
“Yes, Doctor. My friends talked me into some strappy sandals that laced around my ankles.”
“How high were the heels, Jenna? I hope you weren’t at any risk of falling over and doing yourself an injury?” That was me, only professionally concerned for her well-being, of course.
“Oh, they were very high, Doctor. But I used to that, you know?” And she twirled one shapely ankle in my direction, showing off the 4-inch heels she’d worn to my office. She was one hot little bitch. Bobby didn’t deserve her. Not even a little bit.
“I see. Well, thank you Jenna, this has all been very helpful. So, then what happened?”
“I went to the bathroom. There was a line and, when I came out, Greg’s friends and mine had moved on to another bar. He’d stayed behind to wait for me and said we should get another drink, just the two of us. He was cute and funny and smart and most of the women in our party were so drunk and annoying by then, so I agreed. Just one drink.”
I undid my zipper and finally released my impatient cock, running my thumb along its full length and slowly jacking it under my desk as Jenna continued.
“We sat down and started talking and he really made me laugh. At one point, I was laughing so hard that I just kinda collapsed against him and he put a hand on my thigh and squeezed it and it just felt so good. He had this tight, hard body and he smelled delicious and then he leaned down and kissed me and I didn’t want to say no.”
“So you made out with this college kid in a bar? In a little scrap of a nightie? Whilst your friends and family were down the street partying?”
“Yes, Doctor. And now here I am. And I don’t know what to do.”
“I’m going to need more information, Jenna. For my notes. Tell me what happened next.”
“The band was playing and Greg suddenly said that it was his favorite song and he dragged me onto the dancefloor with him. And we danced.”
“Was it a fast song, or a slow one?”
“Slow.”
“So you were slow dancing together?”
“Yes.”
“And he touched you?”
“Yes, Doctor. It felt nice.” She sobbed again, guiltily.
“Tell me everything, Jenna. It’s important that I know exactly what happened.”
“He pulled me to him and I let him hold me. He was a beautiful dancer. His hands began to stroke my hair, then my neck and shoulders, then down my back. It was dark in the bar, and I felt so safe in his strong arms. His hands moved all the way down my body and he squeezed my ass, holding me close, pressing me against his thigh. I could feel he was hard against me, and he leaned down and kissed me again. Hard. Bobby hadn’t kissed me like that in a long time.”
“So you kissed him back?”
“Yes, Doctor.”
“As hard as he kissed you?”
“Yes, Doctor. It was like I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted him all over me.”
Fuck! What a hot little bitch Jenna was. My cock pulsed as I imagined how it would feel to force my tongue into her mouth, tasting all of her.
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