I showed up at Dr. Kane's office ten minutes early, already wet just thinking about what he called his "special exams." Everyone in the building knew him as Smut MD. The nurses whispered it when they thought no one heard. He wrote filthy stories on the side and sometimes brought that shit into the exam room.
He opened the door himself. Tall, broad, sleeves rolled up. "Strip and get on the table," he said, no hello, no small talk. I peeled off my clothes right there and climbed up, legs spread the way he liked. Cold air hit my pussy and I felt it slick up even more.
He snapped on gloves but didn't bother with the usual questions. Two thick fingers pushed straight into me. "Fuck, you're dripping already. Been thinking about this cock all week?" He pumped them hard, no warm-up, just rough and deep. I nodded and spread wider. He curled his fingers and rubbed that spot until my hips jerked.
"Turn over. Ass up." I flipped onto my stomach and pushed my knees under me. He slapped my ass once, hard, then spread my cheeks. A gloved thumb pressed against my asshole while his fingers stayed buried in my cunt. "Look at this greedy hole. Bet you'd let me fuck both at once if I told you to."
He yanked his fingers out and I heard his belt, then his zipper. His cock slapped against my ass, heavy and hot. No condom. He never used one with me. He lined up and shoved in deep on the first thrust, balls slapping my clit. I grunted into the paper sheet. He grabbed my hips and started pounding, fast and nasty, the table creaking under us.
"Reach back and spread your ass," he ordered. I did it, fingers digging into my own skin so he could watch everything. He spat on my asshole and worked a finger in while his cock kept slamming my pussy. The stretch burned in the best way. "Tight little slut. You come in here acting innocent but you're just a hole for me to use."
I moaned louder. He pulled out, flipped me onto my back again, and shoved my knees to my chest. His cock drove back in, deeper this time, hitting the spot that made my eyes roll. He leaned over and spat on my tits, then rubbed it in while he fucked me. "Play with your clit. Make that pussy squeeze me."
I rubbed fast, two fingers circling hard. My cunt clenched around him. He growled and fucked faster, the wet sound of skin slapping filling the room. "That's it. Come on this cock. Soak it." I came hard, thighs shaking, pussy pulsing around him. He didn't stop. He kept driving through it until I was whimpering.
He pulled out, yanked me off the table, and pushed me to my knees. "Open." I opened my mouth and he fed his cock straight down my throat. I gagged but took it. He fucked my face rough, hands in my hair, spit running down my chin onto my tits. "Swallow every drop when I give it to you."
His cock swelled and he held my head still while he came, thick spurts shooting down my throat. I swallowed like he wanted, then licked him clean when he let me. He pulled out, wiped his cock on my cheek, and smirked.
"Same time next week. Don't clean up before you come." He stripped the gloves off, tossed them, and walked out like nothing happened. I got dressed with his cum still warm in my stomach and my pussy throbbing. Smut MD always left me exactly how I needed.
