She Wants It Rough

by Meegan Melons

  A condition that made her want to fuck her doctor so much that she invented illnesses just to see him. The more she thought about it the less normal she felt. None of her friends lusted after their doctors. But their doctors weren't Dr. Miller.

  Handsome, built under that white lab coat, with a devastating smile and warm brown eyes, her panties soaked the first time she saw him. In the beginning she saw him as infrequently as possible to avoid temptation but now she couldn't stay away.

  The phone rang and the receptionist answered before it could go to voicemail. Jenna silently urged the woman to hurry so she would call Jenna into the inner rooms.

  Finally the receptionist hung up. She pulled out some more files and adjusted their order. The wait was killing Jenna. Why did the woman take so long today to call her name?

  "Jenna?"

  She jumped off the chair a smile spreading across her face. "Yep!"

  "This way." The receptionist opened the door leading to the exam rooms. "First door on the right today."

  Jenna nodded and entered the room fighting the urge to disrobe. A tickle in her throat was hardly a reason for a full body exam. She should have thought of a different excuse to be here. Something that would have his hands on her body and not just his instruments.

  She dropped her purse on one of the chairs and hopped up on the exam table, the paper crinkling underneath her. The thought of being stretched out on the table with Dr. Miller between her legs examining her sent a shiver of excitement through her.

  She sucked in a breath to calm herself.

  A few minutes later Dr. Miller (walked) into the room. He smiled broadly at her as he flipped through her file. He looked up again.

  "Afternoon, Jenna. What seems to be the trouble today?"

  "It's just a tickle in my throat but I didn't want to risk it getting worse."

  Dr. Miller walked closer to her, reaching out to touch her neck, checking her glands. She suppressed a moan when his strong, warm fingers probed gently looking for lumps. He pulled out a tongue depressor.

  "Open your mouth and say ahhhh."

  She complied, opening wide but the ahhh came out more like ohhhh as the stick touched her tongue and pressed down. A jolt of awareness raced to her pussy moistening her panties.

  He took the stick out of her mouth and she wished he would stick something else there like his hard cock. He took the stethoscope from around his neck and put the buds in his ears.

  "Could I ask you to unbutton your top a little?"

  *You can ask me to take it off completely.* Jenna smiled and unbuttoned three buttons instead of the one he needed to slip the stethoscope down her top. He parted her shirt and put the cold steel of the instrument on her breast.

  A shiver went through her and she hoped he attributed it to the stethoscope and not the fact she was so turned on she had to grip the side of the exam table to keep from groping him.

  "Deep breath."

  She sucked in a breath and let it out slowly.

  "Again."

  She breathed deeply again and blew it out even slower."

  He repositioned the stethoscope to her back. "Another deep breath, please."

  With him leaning in so close to her she breathed in the scent of soap. No cologne for him. He smelled clean, masculine. She fought the urge to press her lips to his neck.

  He kept moving the stethoscope along her back and she sucked in breaths of air and released them slowly. It would be so easy to lean forward and rest her head on his shoulder.

  To press into him. But he'd never given any indication he would be amiable to that. Always the professional every visit, he simply examined her, wrote a prescription and sent her on her way.

  He pulled back from her and she mourned the loss of heat.

  He circled her wrist to take her pulse and her clit pulsed. Her pussy throbbed. Her nipples perked into tight peaks. The thought of him taking her over the exam table clouds her mind.

  Images of him thrusting into her willing pussy, her legs wrapped around his waist make her heart beat faster. For months she’s wanted to see him out of that lab coat, out of his pants and fucking her like she was the only cure for what ails him.

  A frown spread across his face as he looked at his watch.

  "Your pulse is very high."

  "Nerves I guess. I have to get back to the office and I'm worried about being late." The lies fall easily from her lips, she's been doing it for so long.

  “I’m just going to take your blood pressure to be sure.”

  He pulled out the cuff and slapped it on her upper arm. Pressure on her arm increased until she thought her arm would explode. She tried to focus on something else. The antics of her friend’s cat chasing a string around the living room.

  The pile of books she wanted to read when she has the time. Her favorite romantic comedy movie. But that makes her think about kisses, lingering touches, rolling around in bed covered in crisp, cool sheets.

  The throbbing in her pussy increased. Her clit continued to pulse. She forced herself not to cross her legs to pull an orgasm through her body. What would her blood pressure be if she was coming at the same time?

  She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Instead of focusing on a few things she concentrated on images of her friend’s cat. The cute little ball of fur that rubbed against her leg every time she visited. The soft purr the kitten gave her every time she picked him up.

  A smile spread across her lips.

  Finally the air released from the cuff and Dr. Miller removed it from her arm.

  “Your blood pressure is a little high too.”

  “Stress. I’m sure that’s all it is. Lots to do today so I should get back to the office.”

  "Okay, then. Doesn't sound serious. Could be a virus. Your lungs sound clear."

  "So no antibiotics or anything?"

  "I'll give you a prescription for a gargle for your throat. If it doesn't get better in a week come back and see me."

  He scribbled on his pad, tore of the prescription and handed it to her. She deliberately brushed her fingers against his as she took the slip of paper. Fighting the shiver that raced through her body she thought about what her next excuse would be to see him. She could say her throat was worse next week but a quick exam would show nothing was wrong with her.

  "Before you leave make an appointment to see me next week just in case." He flashes a grin.

  Her heart beat faster. Did he want to see her next week? Or was he just being overly cautious with a patient?

  So far she hadn't set off any hypochondriac vibes with him but that was always possible. She'd timed her "issues" so they looked random, plausible but she was running out of harmless illnesses she could see him for.

  "Thanks, doctor. I'll see you next week."

  The thought of seeing him again so soon had her heart racing, her panties soaked, shivers of excitement dancing through her. She needed something else, something that would require her to take off her shirt at least.

  Something that required his hands on her body. There was still time to figure that out and at the very least she would come back to see if the "tickle" in her throat was gone.

  She grabbed her purse and breezed out of the exam room, stopping at the reception desk to set up another appointment. The receptionist wrote it down on a reminder card and handed it over. Jenna tucked it in her purse, not that she needed the reminder.

  She'd be planning her symptoms and her wardrobe for the next week.

  CHAPTER TWO

  A week later Jenna sat in exam room three waiting for Dr. Miller to come into the room to exam her new symptoms. Her throat was of course feeling better but her chest was feeling congested now.

  And she wanted him to check out the mole on her right breast. She hadn't used that excuse for months now. He would again suggest a dermatologist but she would wave his concern away insisting she just wanted him to take a look to make sure it hadn't changed shape or color.

  Today she wore a top with no
buttons for her to undo. The neckline was a little higher than she usually wore and the material wasn't easily shoved down to give access to her chest. Her jeans were loose though and easily discarded if he wanted her to strip for any reason.

  The week had been torture. Every night she brought up images of him in her head and thought about her appointment. Thought about him touching her again. The formalness of his fingers over her skin caused her shiver with anticipation.

  Her dreams were filled with him in various states of undress taking her over the exam table. She couldn't take much more of this torture. She needed the real thing. She had no choice. At some point she would have to tell him what she wanted.

  Her cheeks flushed with heat at the idea of telling him what she wanted. She was his patient. If he had sex with her and she reported him he could lose his practice. But she would never do that.

  Dr. Miller opened the door and smiled at her. Her file was in his hands but he didn't flip through it right away. He leaned against the counter that held all the pamphlets, the latex gloves, tongue depressors, swabs, cotton balls.

  His lab coat was undone today framing his muscular body in a tempting fashion. She swallowed and focused on his eyes.

  "How are you today, Jenna?"

  Her gaze lowered to his lips. Full, kissable lips that she wanted to feel on her body, all over her body. A surge of awareness raced through her. Her pussy was already wet. Her nipples perked up.

  This was getting to be so torturous she was on the verge of spilling her secret. Revealing what she wanted but she couldn't bear the thought of him turning her away.

  Of him refusing to fuck her like she needed.

  "A little better. The gargle worked wonders for my throat but I might be a little congested. "

  "Okay, let me take a listen."

  He put the stethoscope around his neck with the buds in his ears then frowned. "Can you pull your top down a little for me?"

  She pulled the neck a little, not as hard as she could, but didn't reveal enough skin for him to put the instrument on her breast.

  "I think you might have to take the top off for a moment."

  Before he could turn around or leave the exam room she whisked the top over her head and tossed it on the chair with her purse. She sat up straighter and watched his eyes take in her breasts.

  Despite his profession he (gazed) appreciatively at her full breasts made even perkier with her red lace underwire bra.

  He moved closer and placed the stethoscope on her right breast. "Deep breath."

  She complied and he moved the instrument to her other breast. She took another deep breath and let it out slowly. He leaned in closer, brushing her boob with his jacket as he placed the stethoscope on her back to listen to her lungs.

  She took a few deep breaths and let them out as slowly as possible to keep in position longer. Unable to help herself she moaned softly in his ear.

  He pulled away to check her heartbeat again. He put the stethoscope on her breasts, moving it back and forth as she breathed. Her breathing was rapid. She forced herself to take deep breaths but the closeness of the doctor, the feel of him between her thighs though fully clothes, set her pulse racing.

  He pulled out the cuff to check her blood pressure again. He fastened it around her upper arm the feel of his fingers on her bare skin making her moan again. A jolt of electricity raced to her pussy. She tried to think about kittens, books, what she would have for lunch later but it was no use. Every time she closed her eyes images of Dr. Miller flashed through her mind.

  With him so close to her she could reach out and touch his muscular arms. Knowing he was in the room watching her as she tried to get her vitals under control set them off even more.

  Was he looking at her breasts while she had her eyes squeezed shut? At the thought of being under scrutiny her nipples puckered into hard peaks.

  The crank of the cuff being inflated filled the room. She gave up on trying to reduce her blood pressure and let her mind go. She imagined Dr. Miller cupping her breasts, flicking the nipples through her bra.

  Taking them into his mouth to suckle gently. Then he would take her bra off and suckle again, teasing the nipples into aching peaks that made her moan. Vaguely she heard herself moan but she didn't know if that was in her imagination or in real life.

  Her skin tingled, aching for his touch. After months of seeing him, faking sickness, using every excuse she could think of to get him to touch her, it wasn't enough. She needed to feel him inside her. Fucking her like she desperately needed. She would have to tell him today or never see him again.

  The torture was getting to be more than she could handle.

  When the cuff deflated again and he took it off her arm, his fingers brushing against her skin again, her pussy throbbed. Painfully aware that the doctor's cock was within reach, her push ached to be filled. She moaned again.

  "Jenna, I have to say I'm a little concerned with your pulse and blood pressure. They get higher every time I see you."

  "I know, Doctor. I don't think there's anything I can do about it though."

  "Are you getting enough exercise? Staying away from high fat foods?"

  "I eat pretty healthy. I could get more exercise I suppose. But I think there's something wrong with me. A sickness and I don't think there's any cure except..."

  The look of concern on his face almost made her stop but he was a doctor. In theory he should be willing to do whatever was necessary to help his patients. He leaned in closer.

  "Except for you to fuck me, right here and now."

  He took a step backward when she finally blurted out what she wanted from him. Feeling vulnerable sitting there shirtless she forced herself to sit straighter and not cross her arms over her chest.

  Instead she pushed her boobs out more drawing his attention to the round swell of them over her bra.

  "Jenna, you're my patient."

  There was no turning back now. Either he would have sex with her in this room or she would be looking for another doctor. She reached behind her to unclasp her bra. The sides of it flared out away from her body, the straps still on her shoulders.

  She grabbed underneath her boobs and pulled the underwire away from her body, tossing the bra on the chair with her top.

  His eyes grew darker as he drank in the sight of her naked breasts. He clenched his hands at his sides. A muscle in his jaw twitched.

  "And as your patient I know what I need. I need you to fuck me, hard, right on this table."

  He paced the small room and Jenna could see the hard length of his cock pressing against his pants. A shiver of excitement raced through her. He couldn't turn her down.

  She needed him, needed to have him inside her, filling her.

  "I could lose my practice."

  Though he spouted excuses he took off his lab coat but didn't come any closer to her yet. He ran a hand through his thick brown hair. He cast a glance at the exam room door.

  Would he lock it? Would he give in and give her what she wanted?

  “I won’t tell if you don’t. Please, Dr. Miller. I need to feel you inside me. It’s been driving me crazy for months.”

  With a groan he hurried to the door and locked it. He turned to face her, his gaze homing in on her breasts. Under his gaze her nipples perked up. A smile tugged his lips.

  He yanked off his lab coat. After hanging it up on the hook on the back of the door he unbuttoned his shirt, slipping if off carefully, folding it and putting it on top of her clothes.

  She itched to caress her hands down his muscled chest, over those toned abs. She held her breath when his hands went to his pants. He unzipped his pants and she did the same with her own jeans.

  He pushed his pants past his hips. She jumped up slightly on the table to pull her jeans down her hips. At the same time they pushed their pants down their legs. He stepped out of his and folded them as he'd done with his shirt. Her jeans pooled on the floor in front of the exam table.

  The paper crinkle
d under her naked body as she shifted back into place. Her gaze zeroed in on his cock. It was long and thick and already semi-hard. He walked over to her and she spread her legs so he could settle between them.

  He leaned into as he had before to listen to her lungs but this time he brushed his lips over hers. A shiver raced down her spine and he followed it with a gentle touch.

  With one hand on the small of her back and the other cupping her head he pulled her closer.