Doctor's Orders: Uncensored Pleasure

The rain hammered against the windows of the pool house, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. It had all started with Marriage Heat’s challenge – a desperate attempt to spice things up in our marriage, a plea for something different, something…raw. When I read his message, a surge of adrenaline shot through me, an intoxicating mix of fear and excitement. I knew exactly what I wanted, a twisted, decadent fantasy playing out in reality. Ben, my devoted husband, usually a picture of calm efficiency, would be utterly helpless, completely at my mercy. The idea of him laid out, vulnerable, while I, disguised as a cool, clinical doctor, took control was both thrilling and slightly terrifying.

I called Cynthia, my best friend, a registered nurse with a penchant for the dramatic, seeking her help in bringing my vision to life. She readily agreed, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm as she described her “Naughty Nurse” Halloween costume, complete with a short white mini skirt, stockings, and garter belts. Then came the pièce de résistance – a full-sized exam table, purchased for a paltry $100 from a doctor friend looking to clear out his private practice. It was perfect, a silent testament to the power dynamic I intended to establish.

Friday evening, Rick and Cynthia arrived, their presence amplifying the anticipation that hung heavy in the air. We drank wine, laughing and reminiscing, the playful banter masking the simmering desire beneath the surface. As they left, locking up the pool house, I felt a shiver of anticipation run down my spine. The scene was set, the equipment was in place, and Ben was due home any minute. A quick trip to the store for massage oil, KY Intrigue lubricant, and a bottle of fine wine sealed the deal.

The waiting was agonizing. I paced nervously, replaying the scenario in my head, savoring the thought of Ben’s bewildered expression as he entered the room, unaware of the twisted pleasure awaiting him. Finally, around 3:30 PM, I heard the rumble of his truck pulling into the driveway. I rushed to the door, throwing my arms around him in a desperate embrace, pulling him inside.

“I have a surprise for you later tonight,” I whispered against his ear, cupping his hardness. “So you did miss me!” I smiled, a dark glint in my eyes, as I began to unfasten his belt and trousers. The rain continued its relentless assault, creating an eerie atmosphere that only heightened the tension. As his pants fell to the floor, revealing his magnificent cock, I felt a surge of primal pleasure. It was time to unleash my carefully crafted plan.

I led him to the exam table, instructing him to lie down and cover himself with the sheet. With a clinical detachment that felt both liberating and unsettling, I donned my lab coat, the crisp white fabric clinging to my skin. The mini skirt and stockings completed the transformation, transforming me into the epitome of cool, professional seduction. My nipples strained against the fabric, a subtle reminder of the power I held.

“Mr. G,” I said, pulling out my stethoscope and placing the flat end on his chest, “I need you to remove all your clothes and lay on the table for me. I’m a little shorthanded today, but I will be with you in just a moment.” I then turned away, feigning disinterest, allowing him to comply with my request. The anticipation built with each passing second.

As he lay there, naked and vulnerable, I retrieved the bottle of massage oil, its intoxicating scent filling the air. I began to massage his chest, shoulders, and arms, my touch both gentle and insistent, teasing his sensitivity. The rhythmic movements, combined with the cool air, seemed to heighten his arousal. As I leaned in close, my lab coat unbuttoned to reveal my exposed breasts, he couldn’t help but notice the way my nipples strained against the fabric.

Then, with a swift, decisive motion, I removed my hand and grabbed a towel, dabbing at his sweaty chest, highlighting the tension in his muscles. A small, involuntary groan escaped his lips as he shifted slightly on the table, adjusting his position for optimal pleasure. I felt a surge of power as I controlled his every movement, pulling him deeper into my web of dominance.

With a playful smirk, I retrieved the bottle of KY Intrigue lubricant, applying a generous amount to my fingers. As I moved over to the exam table and removed the sheet, exposing his full glory, I felt a wave of anticipation wash over me. His cock was hard and swollen, a testament to his arousal, and I knew exactly what to do with it.

Slowly, deliberately, I took his cock into my hand, running my thumb along its length, teasing him with my touch. Then, with a confident smile, I began to lick it, my tongue tracing every inch of its length and girth. The sensation was exquisite, both a release and a tantalizing tease. As he writhed in pleasure, I continued my assault, deepening my penetration with each passing moment.

My focus shifted to his balls, gently lifting and rolling them between my fingers. The rhythmic movements, combined with my enthusiastic licking, sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He moaned with each thrust, desperate for release, and I reveled in his agony. Finally, as he reached his peak, I thrust him deep inside, pushing him to the brink of ecstasy.

As he finally succumbed to the intensity of the moment, I released my grip, allowing him to finish himself. With a final, desperate gasp, he collapsed onto the table, exhausted and spent. I stood over him, observing his every movement, enjoying the fruits of my twisted fantasy.

Satisfied with my performance, I retrieved the wine bottle and poured myself a generous glass, savoring the taste of victory. Ben, still panting from his exertions, looked at me with a mixture of confusion and awe. "You are a cruel mistress, Gina," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

"Only the most delicious," I replied, a wicked glint in my eyes.

The rain continued to fall, washing away any trace of innocence. As we lay tangled together on the exam table, the scent of wine and arousal filling the air, I knew that this was just the beginning of our twisted game. The challenge had been met, the desire unleashed, and the pleasure was far from over.

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