And Kelly couldn’t be sure, but she thought for a second he winked at her.
Chapter Five
But almost as quickly as he’d said that, the Doctor demanded: “Stand up, please.”
Kelly nervously stood up. The crinkly paper sheet covered the chair stuck to her bare ass, and she had to peel it off. It came away a little wet, from her eager pussy. That evidence of her arousal made her feel deeply embarrassed.
But Doctor Boehner didn’t seem to notice.
“Go and stand facing the bed, there,” he indicated. Kelly did as she was told. “That’s it,” Doctor Boehner continued. “Put your hands flat on the bed and stick your backside out.”
“My w-what?”
“I just need to check your glueteal muscle,” he was pulling on another pair of latex gloves. “Stick your tush out a little more, please.”
Kelly did as she was told, but was acutely embarrassed. And since when did a doctor call it her ass a ‘tush’?
Moments later, that was forgotten. Kelly suddenly felt Doctor Boehner’s cool, latex-clad fingers on her pert, exposed ass-cheeks.
“Oh, my!”
“Sorry, are my hands cold?”
“No… It was just… unexpected.”
“Hmmm,” The doctor shrugged. “Let’s have a look, shall we?”
Kelly cringed, and her increasingly wet pussy throbbed. As she stood there, this handsome doctor was examining her incredibly intimately. His fingers slid over the curve of her ass to Kelly’s inner thighs, a then checked her inner thigh right next to her taint.
Finally, the doctor’s fingers actually slid between her ass cheeks and she felt – just for a second – like the doctor’s thumb was quickly pressed up against her tightly clenched asshole.
She bit her lip; not sure whether the sensation was exciting or excruciating.
“Okay, looks good,” eventually, Doctor Boehner pulled his exploring fingers away. “It doesn’t look like the muscle’s torn or strained any more – but I will put on some mineral oil, to help relax the muscles.”
The doctor gave Kelly a flirty pat on the backside.
“Stay there, okay?”
Kelly blinked. Did the doctor just swot her ass?
But she barely had time to process that. Doctor Boehner was already returning with a bottle of oil. Clicking it open, he poured the oil onto his latex-gloved fingers and rubbed them together.
“Hold still,” one of Doctor Boehner’s hands pressed between Kelly’s shoulders, pushing her chest down. That forced her hips out more; sticking her pert little ass out backwards.
And then there was a wet ‘slap’ as Doctor Boehner’s dripping hand hit Kelly’s buttocks.
“Oh goodness!”
The doctor’s palm landed right between the cheeks of her ass; so perfectly that two of the doctor’s fingers slid between her cheeks. Just for a second – but a second was long enough.
And then Doctor Boehner started to rub.
Kelly froze. It was an incredible sensation.
Still pressing down between her shoulder blades with one hand, the doctor was slathering up Kelly’s ass and thighs with the other. His hand spread the slick liquid all over Kelly’s buttocks, and then down to massage her thighs.
“Oh, my!” Kelly’s eyes widened.
The doctor ignored her. Instead, he reached around, and started rubbing the lotion in between Kelly’s thighs – perilously close to the lips of her quivering pussy.
“Ooooh,” Kelly bit her lip.
“Just relax,” Doctor Boehner leaned forward, and whispered hotly into Kelly’s ear. She could feel the doctor’s warm body pressed against her naked back. “Just need to make sure you’re fully oiled up.”
And then his wet, slick hand slid between the lips of Kelly’s pussy.
“Oh, my God,” Kelly’s back straightened, but Doctor Boehner soon pushed her back down into position.
“We have to make sure your labia is fully moisturized too,” he breathed hotly in Kelly’s ear, as he began to gentle massage her pussy lips with his fingers. “This will prevent any muscle soreness returning.”
Kelly’s eyes rolled upwards. She didn’t quite believe the science of that – but she wasn’t quite in a mood to dispute it, either.
She couldn’t believe it. This handsome, older doctor was rubbing her pussy. And she was letting him.
Shit, why was Kelly finding this so arousing? She should have been freaking out about it. Wasn’t this malpractice? Sexual assault?
She bit her lip. It was nice.
And then Doctor Boehner’s hand slipped higher.
A moment later, his slick fingers were circling Kelly’s throbbing clitoris, and her knees practically buckled as she was overcome with pleasure.
“We’ll want to moisturize this, as well,” Doctor Boehner murmured, and began to rub her little nub with expert fingers.
Kelly’s knees buckled again. She had to grip the side of the bed for support as Doctor Boehner began pleasuring her with his fingers, right then and there.
The wet, “schlick, schlick, schlick” noise of the doctor’s hand rubbing Kelly’s tingling pussy began to echo across the room.
“D-doctor Boehner,” Kelly stammered. “Are you sure this is appropriate?”
“Sssh,” he breathed hotly into Kelly’s ear. “It’s fine.” Then he paused. “Or do you want me to stop?”
Kelly didn’t know what to say.
The logical part of her brain was screaming out in protest. But then the side of her brain she was trying desperately to suppress – which was larger and more dominant at that moment – couldn’t ignore the fact that she was getting deliciously fingered by a handsome, charming – dammit, sexy, even – doctor.
“N-no,” she stammered. “Don’t stop.”
And just like that, Doctor Boehner stopped.
Chapter Six
“Stay there,” Doctor Boehner ordered, and he crossed the room and locked the door of the examination room shut with a ‘click.’
“Wouldn’t want anybody disturbing us,” he explained.
And then he returned to stand behind Kelly. With a “riiip”, the doctor tore off the paper gown Kelly was wearing; leaving the toned young woman totally naked and exposed.
And then, pouring more oil into both latex-gloved hands, Doctor Boehner got back to work.
With one hand, dripping with lotion, he reached around and started rubbing Kelly’s throbbing clitoris again. With the other, he started massaging Kelly’s ass.
“So, you need a doctor’s note to be cleared to play this Saturday,” Doctor Boehner leaned forward, and whispered hotly into Kelly’s ear. “Is that right?”
“Y-yes,” Kelly stammered, her knees growing weak.
“And you don’t have insurance. Is that right?”
“Y-yeah,” Kelly’s eyes widened, as she felt Doctor Boehner’s fingers slip between the cheeks of her ass. “My friend said you might be willing to make an arrangement for me.”
“Oh, I can make an arrangement, alright,” Doctor Boehner nodded – and then Kelly’s hands gripped the table hard, as the doctor’s slick and dripping thumb pressed against the tightly clenched knot of Kelly’s asshole and ‘popped’ inside.
“Oh, fuuuuck,” the young athlete groaned, her knees buckling.
She was getting pleasured from the front by the doctor’s fingers, while he was now casually penetrating her ass from behind with his thumb.
“Unnnngh,” she groaned.
It was a totally fucking weird experience for Kelly, and it was freaking her out. She’d never let anybody near her ass before – that was totally perverted, right?
But there was something about this hot, handsome doctor – and because Doctor Boehner was rubbing her clitoris so expertly, and making her feel incredible, it somehow seemed okay.
“It was Sandra who referred you to me, right?”
“Unnngh,” Kelly bit her lip. “H-how did you know?”
“Just a guess. But I’m ri
ght.”
“Y-yeah.”
“So, just to let you know, I have an ‘arrangement’ with Sandra,” Doctor Boehner purred, and he pulled his thumb from Kelly’s ass, and pressed the tips of two fingers against her tight little sphincter instead. “Did she mention any details?”
Kelly whimpered, as Doctor Boehner’s fingers slid slickly into her rear end; filling and stretching her ass.
“N-no,” Kelly panted, through clenched teeth.
“Well,” His breath was hot on Kelly’s neck. “In return for letting girls like you stay in college, you give me a little bit of fun in return.”
Kelly’s head swooned. Just what was he suggesting.
“And it’s not a bad arrangement,” the doctor continued. Kelly whimpered, as she felt the doctor’s fingers move inside of her tight little ass. “In fact, it’s very pleasurable.”
As he said that, the doctor continued to rub Kelly’s clitoris.
“This is very pleasurable, right?”
And then, in a single, smooth motion, Doctor Boehner pulled his fingers from Kelly’s ass and span her around; until Kelly’s bare ass was pressed against the bed and her wet and quivering pussy was directly level with Doctor Boehner’s crotch.
“So, Kelly,” he peered up at Kelly; his steely blue eyes wide and his handsome mouth turned up into a sneer. “Here’s the arrangement I have with Sandra...”
And with that, he gripped one of Kelly’s wrists and pulled her hand down. Doctor Boehner pressed it against his own crotch, covered by the soft fabric of his suit pants.
“W-what?” Kellys eyes widened.
Kelly felt a thick, hard, throbbing cylinder crammed tightly inside the doctor’s pants.
Doctor Boehner peered down into Kelly’s eyes. Then, he bent his head and kissed her on the lips.
Chapter Seven
Kelly’s nostrils were filled with the scent of the doctor’s cologne. His lips were surprisingly soft. And… oh, fuck.
Her knees buckled. She swooned.
Chuckling, Doctor Boehner pulled his mouth away.
“So in return for providing your friend Sandra with a clean urine test,” he said seductively, “she provided me with a little something in return.” And with that, he used his grip on Kelly’s wrist to move his hand up and down his crotch. “Although can you feel that through my pants? Perhaps it’s not such a little something after all.”
“W-what do you mean?” Kelly asked nervously, although she was pretty sure she could guess.
“Get on your knees,” the Doctor purred, “and I’ll show you.”
And with that, Doctor Boehner put his hand on top of Kelly’s head and pushed.
Kelly didn’t know what to do. Her head swam. Like a robot, she found himself sinking down until her bare knees hit the linoleum and she found herself staring directly at the bulging front of Doctor Boehner’s suit pants.
“Open them up,” he ordered.
Hands trembling, Kelly reached for the belt of the doctor’s pants.
She unbuckled it, and pulled open Doctor Boehner’s pants.
And then Kelly gasped.
Underneath, wrapped tightly behind white cotton underpants, was a long, throbbing, cylinder of flesh.
“Pull them down, Kelly,” Doctor Boehner ordered, running his messy, lotion-soaked hands through Kelly’s short, blonde hair.
Shaking, Kelly gripped the waistband of Doctor Boehner’s boxers and pulled them down.
“You see, Kelly,” Doctor Boehner explained, stroking the beautiful athlete’s cheek as Kelly knelt down in front of him, “I’m happily married and have a beautiful wife. But we all have urges, right? Don’t you have urges? And my wife can’t – or won’t – take care of them.”
Kelly nodded. She was starting to understand what the doctor wanted – and she found herself strangely willing to provide it.
Biting her lip, Kelly pulled down the doctor’s pants and underpants, until they bundled around his muscular, hairy legs. Pulling them down just an inch released the doctor’s enormous, bulging cock - which bounced out and slapped Kelly right across the cheek.
“Oh, my!”
Kelly’s nostrils were suddenly filled with a warm, musky smell. Heat emanated from Doctor Boehner’s crotch.
“Oh my God,” Kelly lurched backwards; landing on her bare ass on the cold linoleum floors.
Gazing up at Doctor Boehner, her head swam.
Doctor Boehner had the biggest, hardest, most beautiful cock Kelly had ever seen in her life – and, she was ashamed to admit, she’d seen more than a few.
“My eyes are up here, Kelly,” Doctor Boehner purred. Kelly looked upwards, at this handsome older man towering over her. The doctor smiled sexily, and stroked Kelly’s cheek.
“Ssssh,” he held one finger from his other hand to Kelly’s lips. “This has to be a secret. Nobody else can know about it.” The doctor shrugged. “I’d lose my license.”
Then, Doctor Boehner knelt down, until he was face-to-face with Kelly.
“Can you keep a secret?”
Kelly nodded.
Chapter Eight
Doctor Boehner leaned forward, and kissed her lightly on the lips.
“Good girl.” He stroked Kelly’s toned, bare arm with one hand, leaving a smear of oil on it. “Now let’s get a look at you…”
His eyes dropped. Kelly blushed as she realized he was checking out her body with a hungry, lascivious gaze – like he wanted to devour her.
“So, my precious Kelly,” Doctor Boehner purred, standing back up, “I’m more than willing to sign a doctor’s note clearing you to play on Saturday, and waive the bill for today’s visit… if…”
“If what?” Kelly was still on her knees – staring directly level with Doctor Boehner’s impressive cock.
“If I fulfil your needs,” he purred, “you have to fulfil mine.”
Kelly gulped. She looked upwards at the handsome doctor.
“Your needs?”
Doctor Boehner smiled, and ran a hand through Kelly’s short blonde hair – and then tightened his grip.
“Aaah,” Kelly twisted her head, trying to wriggle out of the grip the doctor had on a fistful of her hair.
“I’m sure this isn’t the first time you’ve found yourself on your knees in front of a guy, Kelly,” Doctor Boehner purred. “You might look sweet and innocent, but I think we’ve disproven that already.”
Kelly’s cheeks burned. That part was true enough. In fact, She’d had been in a similar spot just a few days ago, at another frat house party.
“So,” the doctor purred, “I imagine you know what I expect you to do.”
The doctor released his grip a little, so Kelly could turn her head and once-again stare at the intimidatingly huge cock bobbing up and down in front of her.
“Come on, Kelly,” Doctor Boehner hissed. “Sandra made this same ‘arrangement’ with me.” And then he pulled Kelly’s head forward. “And don’t act all innocent. I felt how wet that pretty pussy of yours got when I was rubbing you. You know you want this as badly as I do.”
He tugged her hair. “Now be a good girl and open your mouth.”
Kelly’s head was spinning.
It wasn’t just the weirdness of the situation – of being at the mercy of this handsome, older doctor and his big, beautiful dick. It was the fact that she was struggling to say no.
She was staring at this big, thick cock and her mouth was watering. She wanted to know how it tasted; how much she could fit into his mouth.
Kelly had been so turned on while Doctor Boehner was rubbing her clitoris.
Would it so bad if she did it?
After all, if this handsome doctor was the one clearing her to play in Saturday’s game, could she afford not to do it?
And with that in mind, Kelly opened her mouth and engulfed the head of Doctor Boehner’s straining cock.
“Oh, fuuuuck,” the handsome doctor purred, as he felt the warm, soft wetness of Kelly’s mouth on the swollen tip of h
is cock. “That’s the ticket.”
Now Kelly had this mysterious man’s dick in her mouth, all her concerns disappeared. Whatever this was, it was happening right now; and she instinctively knew what to do.
Lifting her hands from her sides, Kelly gripped Doctor Boehner’s hips, and then slid her hands around to cup the doctor’s taut, firm ass.
That gave Kelly the support she needed to concentrate on pleasuring him.
As a girl who’d given more than her fair share of blowjobs in high school and college, Kelly knew exactly what would feel good.
She swirled his tongue around Doctor Boehner’s swollen cock head, and gently bobbed her head, letting the doctor’s shaft sink deeply in and out of her warm, wet, sucking mouth.
Between her legs, she felt her own pussy tingle. She couldn’t believe it – she was getting ridiculously turned on sucking this man’s cock.
Doctor Boehner’s musky, masculine scent filled Kelly’s nostrils, and the firm, smooth flesh of his muscular backside filled Kelly’s hands. He was a handsome, sexy, older man – Kelly considered how she might have been willing to do this for him even if he wasn’t empowered to save her college career.
“Mmmmm,” tightening his grip on Kelly’s hair, Doctor Boehner pulled Kelly’s mouth from his cock. It bounced out from between Kelly’s lips; glistening with her saliva.
“You suck cock like a champ,” he purred. “You must have had a lot of practice. Been passed around by the football team, have you?”
Kelly’s cheeks burned. It was true.
“Now stand up and turn around – hands on the bed again.”
“Wha-?” Kelly protested.
“You heard me, precious.”
Kelly nervously stood up, and turned around.
A moment later, she was where she’d been just moments earlier – standing against the bed, bare ass stuck out.
And that’s when Doctor Boehner touched her again.
Chapter Nine
His hands still dripping with lotion, the doctor repeated his moves from earlier – reaching around to stroke the lips of Kelly’s quivering pussy, and rub her clitoris with soft, fluid movements.
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