As I sat down in the plush leather chair opposite Dr. Patak's desk, I couldn't help but notice the way her lab coat hung open just enough to give me a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. I tried to focus on the reason I was here - to interview for a position at the clinic - but my mind kept wandering to more carnal thoughts.
Dr. Patak, an older Indian woman with a warm smile and twinkling eyes, seemed to sense my distraction. "I must confess, John," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I couldn't help but notice your, shall we say, unique porn searches involving mature women."
I felt my face flush with embarrassment, but Dr. Patak continued. "I must admit, I have a bit of a fascination with that genre myself. In fact, I have some of my favorite videos saved on my computer. Would you like to see?"
Before I could even respond, Dr. Patak had turned her computer screen to face me. I watched in shock as she clicked through a series of explicit videos, each one featuring an older woman in various states of undress.
"I think it's important to be honest about our desires, don't you?" Dr. Patak asked, her eyes locked on mine. "Why don't you have a little fun while I do the same?"
Before I knew what was happening, Dr. Patak had unbuttoned her blouse and was reaching into her bra, pulling out her ample breasts. She leaned back in her chair, her eyes closed in pleasure as she began to touch herself.
I hesitated for a moment, but the sight of Dr. Patak's breasts was too much to resist. I reached out and tentatively touched one, feeling the weight and softness of it in my hand.
Dr. Patak opened her eyes and smiled at me. "Go on, John. Feel their heaviness. Imagine holding them while another doctor cuts them off."
The thought was both shocking and arousing, and I felt myself growing hard in my pants.
Dr. Patak must have noticed, because she stood up from her chair and walked over to me. "Why don't you try it with some of the other women in the waiting room?" she suggested.
Before I could even respond, the door to the office opened and an older, heavier woman entered. Dr. Patak gestured to me. "John, why don't you feel this woman's breasts and imagine the scenario we were just discussing?"
I hesitated for a moment, but the woman was already unbuttoning her shirt and offering her breasts to me. I reached out and touched them, feeling their softness and heaviness.
Dr. Patak continued the psychological erotic discussion, encouraging me to imagine the scenario of a doctor cutting off the woman's breasts. The woman was compliant and submissive, allowing me to hold her breasts as Dr. Patak continued the discussion.
As the chapter came to a close, I found myself leaving the office feeling both aroused and intrigued by the unconventional interview. I couldn't wait for the next one.
"You're a naughty boy, John," Dr. Patak called after me, a playful smile on her face. "But I like that about you."
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