Chapter 32 - Clay
I heard her voice when she walked down the hall and counted down the minutes until she’d walk back, praying that Sherry wouldn’t be with her. She looks so good in her work clothes. Her skirt hugs her hips and her loose see-through blouse is making my cock hard just looking at it. I pull myself away from her for a second and she gives me the sexiest sly grin I’ve ever seen.
I turn her around and march her towards my examination table. I walk behind her with my hands on her waist, pressing my cock into her round ass. I push her down roughly when we get to the table. The paper crunches when her arms slam down on top of it and I bring my hands up her legs under her skirt, feeling that she has nothing but a tiny thong on underneath. Her skirt bunches around her waist when I push it up and I use my other hand to undo my fly. My cock springs free, already rock hard from the thought of her bent over in my office.
She turns her head and looks back at me, arching her back so that her ass is ready for me. I kick her legs open to spread them. My hands are shaking with anticipation when I roll the condom on. I put a hand on the back of her head and push it down while I press my cock against her bare ass. The paper crunches some more as her face hits it and she moans. The sound sends a thrill straight to my cock. She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, and I can’t wait to shove my cock deep inside her.
I hook my finger into her thong and push it to the side, revealing her opening. Two of my fingers slide right into her and I feel her wetness. She wants this just as badly as I do. I ram my cock inside her without warning and she makes a gurgling, moaning noise.
“Shh,” I say. “Be quiet. The walls are thin here.”
I move my hand over her mouth and ram my cock into her again, harder and deeper this time. My hand muffles her moans and I tell her again to be quiet. I can’t believe I have her bent over my examination table. This is exactly what I’ve been imagining since the first day I saw her in the waiting room. I look down at her, with her face against the white paper, hands gripping the edge of the blue cushion and my cock throbs inside her.
My cock is thrusting in and out of her and my fingers are weaving into her hair. I can feel my balls tightening up against me and starting to tingle. I pull her head back by her hair and she moans. There’s a line of saliva falling from her open mouth to the table and I push my cock deeper inside her. Her pussy is contracting and relaxing violently and the sensation is too much. I close my eyes as my cock explodes into her, sending shivers through my entire body. Her pussy feels too good. I fill the condom with cum and I let out a low moan as I come.
We pull ourselves apart and she wipes her face with a hand. She’s panting and smiling at me.
“Bad Doctor,” she says with a grin. She pulls her skirt down and tries to straighten her clothing. I look at her and chuckle. Her hair is sticking out every which way and her cheeks are flushed.
“You look like you’ve just been fucked hard,” I say to her with a grin.
“Imagine,” she replies sarcastically. She moves to the small mirror in the corner and tries to straighten herself out. “You’re very bad, Doctor O’Neill.”
“Bad, or good?” I smack her ass playfully.
“Maybe both,” she says to me, laughing. She steps away from the mirror and points a thumb at it. “You have 4 minutes left and you’re not looking so professional yourself.”
I fix my hair and clothing in the mirror and then turn to her. I give her a long, lingering kiss. I could taste her lips all day and never get sick of them. Everything about her is intoxicating, addicting. I just want to be near her. We kiss more deeply and then she pulls away from me. Her eyes are bright, like two blue orbs shining for me. It’s easy to get lost in her gaze.
“I’d better go,” she says reluctantly. “I’ll see you tonight.”
“Can’t wait,” I tell her, and it’s the truth.