Forbidden Consultations

Chapter 1: Uncharted Desires

The sterile scent of antiseptic lingered in the air of Dr. Harris’s office, but beneath it, something primal brewed. I stood close to him, my fingers tracing the sensitive skin between his cock and balls, pressing harder than he expected. His sharp intake of breath turned into a whimper, his body shuddering as he came harder than he had in years. The sound of his surrender was music to my ears.

“Goddamn, Lila,” he gasped, sweat beading on his forehead. “I’ve never… never felt anything like that. I need to taste us—taste our cum in your pussy. Please.”

I smirked, stepping back to tease him, my voice dripping with challenge. “Oh, do you now? How much do you want it, Doctor? Beg for it.”

His eyes darkened with hunger as I bent over, reaching between my legs to scoop a bit of the dripping mess from my wet pussy. I brought my fingers to my lips, sucking them clean with a slow, deliberate moan. He groaned like a man denied a feast, his hands twitching at his sides.

“Prove it,” I taunted, perching on the corner of his desk. I leaned back, spreading my legs wide, feet on the edge, letting the cum slowly trickle out. “Show me how starved you are.”

Dr. Harris didn’t hesitate. He dropped to his knees, his mouth devouring me like a man possessed, licking and sucking with desperate fervor. I bit my lip, watching him lose himself in the taste of us, my body already aching for more. But time was a cruel mistress—I had another patient waiting.

I didn’t even have a chance to clean up. My panties? Gone, a trophy in the doctor’s pocket. No bra either, just my tight scrub top clinging to my curves. I was still horny, my body buzzing with unmet need as I walked into the next exam room. Mr. Thompson, a regular in his late sixties, lay on the bed, his eyes lighting up with that familiar, bold glint. He’d always flirted, but lately, he’d grown daring—brushing against me, letting his fingers graze the seam of my pussy through my pants. I’d always laughed it off, telling him to behave, but today? Today, I wasn’t in the mood to play coy.

“Looking as fine as ever, Lila,” he drawled, his voice gravelly with age and mischief. “You gonna take good care of me today?”

“Always, Mr. Thompson,” I shot back, leaning over to check his chart. My shirt rode up, and his head tilted, his nose brushing against my nipple. I felt the flick of his tongue, quick and greedy, trying to suck before I pulled back with a teasing smirk. “Naughty old man. Keep that tongue to yourself.”

“Hard to resist a woman like you,” he chuckled, unapologetic. I turned to work on his foot, positioning myself so my ass was near his hand on the bed. I propped my right knee up, leaning over to grab something off the floor, knowing full well the shape of my pussy pressed against my pants, a wet patch from the leftover cum betraying my arousal.

His fingers twitched, then pushed against the fabric, testing, teasing. “Christ, Lila, you’re gonna kill me,” he muttered, voice thick with lust.

I glanced over my shoulder, catching the raw need in his eyes. “Can’t help yourself, can you?” I purred, turning to face him. With a slow, deliberate move, I tugged my pants down just enough to give him a full view of my dripping pussy, the scent of sex still clinging to me. “Go on, then. Touch. Smell. I know you want to.”

His breath hitched, hands trembling as he reached out. “I’ve never cheated on my wife, never touched another woman… but you, Lila, you’re something else. You remind me of my daughter, you know that?” His voice dropped to a whisper, dark and forbidden, as his fingers brushed my skin. “I can’t stop myself.”

“Then don’t,” I said, my tone sharp and commanding. His mouth found me, sucking on my pussy like a man starved, and I threw a leg over his head, straddling his face with one foot on the bed and the other on the floor. His tongue worked me over, desperate and hungry, and I let myself sink into the heat of it, my mind already racing toward the edge of something explosive.