Sushant fidgeted in the antiseptic-scented waiting room, adjusting his pants for the third time as his bulge refused to behave. Tonight’s bedroom flop had finally dragged him here to see the one doctor who wouldn’t judge. When the nurse called his name, he stumbled into the exam room, perching nervously on the cold table.
The door opened and Dr. Sheetal strode in, lab coat half-unbuttoned, dark eyes flicking straight to his tented crotch with a knowing smirk. “Sushant, I wasn’t sure you’d actually show. Trouble performing again?” she asked, voice laced with dry wit. He swallowed. “Yeah, well… here I am, doc. Fix me?” She rolled her chair close, thighs brushing the table. “Oh, I’ll assess the situation. Let’s see if that cock is as shy as you claim.”
Her fingers tugged his waistband down, freeing his hardening length. “Still a little soft around the edges,” she teased, wrapping a firm hand around his shaft and stroking slowly. “But we can fix that. Tell me, patient, are you always this horny in clinics or is it just my sparkling personality?” Sushant groaned, hips twitching. “Only when the doctor’s this direct. Fuck, your grip is lethal.” Sheetal laughed low, cupping his balls. “Flattery won’t make me go easy. Let’s get you properly hard.”
She leaned in, breath hot, and replaced her hand with her mouth, tongue swirling before taking him deep in a wet blowjob. Sushant panted, “Sheetal—shit, that’s too good,” but she pulled off with a pop, lips glistening. “No talking unless it’s witty. Now fuck my face like you mean it.” He gripped her hair, thrusting shallowly as she hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper while her strong hands pinned his thighs.
Sheetal stood, shedding her coat and blouse with deliberate command. “Touch these,” she ordered, guiding his hands to her full breasts, nipples already tight. Straddling him, her wet pussy hovered above his cock, dripping with arousal. “Condom first—safety before fun.” She rolled it on and sank down in one smooth motion, walls clenching tight around him.
She rode him hard, hips rolling with confident power, ass slapping against his thighs. “Like that, big boy? My pussy’s dripping for a reason,” she purred, grinding her clit against him. Sushant bucked up, sweating, “You’re so fucking tight—gonna make me come.” Sheetal smirked, not yielding control. “Not until I say. Make me come first.”
They flipped positions, her legs locking around his waist as he thrust deep. Panting and horny, she met every stroke, her strong body demanding more until she came with a cry, walls milking him. Sushant followed, groaning as he emptied into the condom, cum pulsing hard. Collapsed and sweaty, she nuzzled his neck. “Next appointment’s on the house—if you can handle round two.”
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