The Reluctant Examination

Sushant fidgeted in the antiseptic-scented waiting room, his fingers brushing the persistent bulge in his pants for the third time. He had put off this visit for months, but last night’s humiliating flop had finally dragged him here to Dr. Sheetal—the one physician who never made him feel like a creep for admitting his bedroom woes.

The nurse called his name, and he stumbled into the exam room, perching awkwardly on the cold table. The door swung open, and Sheetal’s sharp gaze landed on him with a knowing smirk. “Sushant, I wasn’t sure you’d show. What’s the matter—performance anxiety keeping you up at night, or is it the opposite problem?”

He swallowed, throat dry. “Here I am, doc. Let’s get this over with before I lose my nerve.” She rolled her chair close, her thighs brushing the table. “Oh, we’ll see what’s really hard about your situation.” Her fingers tugged his pants down, freeing his cock, which twitched under her firm grip. “Still shy? Relax—this is just an assessment, not a date.”

Sheetal stroked him slowly, thumb circling the leaking tip as her other hand cupped his balls. “Mmm, I like when patients talk dirty. Makes the diagnosis more fun.” Sushant groaned, hips lifting. “Shit, Sheetal, you’re killing me.” She laughed low and leaned in. “Good. Now let’s see if we can make this cock properly hard.” Her mouth replaced her hand, tongue swirling before she took him deep in a wet blowjob that had him panting and gripping the table.

Pulling off with a pop, she stood and shed her lab coat, unbuttoning her blouse to reveal full breasts. “Touch them,” she commanded, guiding his hands while shimmying out of her skirt. Her pussy was already wet and dripping as she straddled him. “Condom first—safety before fun.” She rolled one on and sank down, her walls clenching tight around his hard length.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunted as she rode him with powerful rolls of her hips, her ass slapping against his thighs. Sheetal smirked, grinding her clit against him. “Like that? Show me you can handle a real woman.” He flipped her onto her back, thrusting deep while she met every stroke, legs locked around his waist. Sweat slicked their skin as she panted, “Come on, make me come—don’t hold back.”

Her pussy fluttered around him as she came with a sharp cry, milking his cock until he followed, pulsing hot cum deep inside. They collapsed, sweating and panting, her strong hands still holding him close. She nuzzled his neck with a wicked grin. “Next appointment’s in a week—bring that same energy, or I’ll have to prescribe something more… hands-on.”