Doctor's Order: Bedroom Session

The insistent buzz of my phone ripped me from a particularly delicious daydream. It was a text from Sarah: “Knock, knock.” A shiver traced its way down my spine, a primal anticipation bubbling beneath my skin. It had been weeks since we’d done anything remotely spontaneous, and the idea of turning our bedroom into a makeshift clinic, just for kicks, felt deliciously rebellious. I answered, my voice low and husky, “Hello, welcome to my office.”

Sarah’s giggle, breathless and playful, confirmed my suspicions. She was serious. She’d actually agreed to my twisted little scheme. As she stepped into the room, now dominated by the pale blue sheets of our bed, she looked both nervous and thrilled, a vibrant contrast against the muted tones of the room. I'd set up a makeshift examination table using an old ironing board and a sheet, and a small, stainless steel tray held a bottle of lavender-scented lotion. It was all part of the charade, of course.

“Please make yourself comfortable on the examining table,” I said, trying to maintain a professional demeanor despite the knot of lust tightening in my stomach. “And – oh – you’ll have to remove your top.”

She did, slowly and deliberately, the movement a deliberate tease. Her skin gleamed in the soft light, her breasts, usually so familiar, now felt utterly foreign under my gaze. The lack of a bra heightened the curve of her nipples, making them practically vibrate with anticipation. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to focus on the task at hand, even as my senses screamed for more. The air thickened with unspoken desire, heavy with the scent of her perfume and the raw energy of our shared anticipation.

“First, I’ll have to complete a manual exam – please lift your hands toward the ceiling.” My voice was calm, measured, but my heart hammered against my ribs. As she followed my instructions, her breasts rose and fell, each movement sending shivers through my body. They were exquisitely vulnerable, a perfect target for my attention. I felt the familiar heat building in my groin, a hard, insistent pressure that demanded release. It was difficult to restrain myself, to keep the role-playing game in focus, but I knew the pleasure would be even greater if I could maintain control.

I knelt behind her on the bed, my movements deliberate and slow, savoring the feel of her skin against my hands. “Just checking your responses,” I murmured, my voice a low rumble. My fingers traced the delicate curve of her spine, then gently grazed the sides of her breasts. I could feel the subtle tremor of her body, a silent invitation that I couldn’t resist. As I moved lower, my hand brushed against her nipples, and they tightened instantly, a shocking jolt that sent a fresh wave of heat through me. It was an exquisite sensation, a perfect blend of anticipation and release.

“Next we’re going to have an unusual test – one you probably have not experienced before in a doctor’s office,” I announced, rising to my feet and approaching her from the front. “Please don’t be startled by this – just continue to relax. I need to measure your responses to what I call ‘suction therapy’…” With a swift, practiced movement, I pursed my lips and placed them around her left nipple, while continuing my “manual exam” of her other breast. My fingers worked gently, teasing her sensitive skin, before applying a firm, insistent pressure. I could feel the blood rushing to her core, her nipples hardening with each passing second. As I increased the pressure, a moan escaped her lips, a low, guttural sound that sent shivers down my spine.

I repeated the process with her other nipple, sucking rhythmically and deliberately, escalating the intensity with each round. “Thank you – very good!” I exclaimed, pulling away with a satisfied sigh. The heat in my groin intensified, threatening to overwhelm me.

“Now I’ll need you to lay on your back on the examination table. Very good. We’ll need to do some full body massage, then some more focused probing. Just close your eyes…” I reached for the lavender lotion, applying a generous amount to my hands. The scent filled the room, further enhancing the sensual atmosphere. As I began to massage her legs, her feet, and then her arms and hands, I felt a surge of primal pleasure. The rhythm of my movements, combined with the lotion's soothing scent, was intoxicating.

Pausing to snap a rubber glove onto my right hand, I held it up for her to see, letting her guess the next step. The anticipation hung thick in the air, a tangible force that crackled with unspoken desire. With deliberate slowness, I massaged my way circularly down to her pubic hair, pulling gently, as if conducting some sort of holistic treatment. The sensation was both shocking and exhilarating. My gloved fingers slid easily into her warm, wet vagina, and she let out a gasp. She was exquisitely aroused, her body trembling with pleasure.

I began to massage her wetness all over her vulva area, focusing alternately on her clitoris and labial folds. “Excellent…” I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. The pleasure was building, an unstoppable force that threatened to consume me.

I reached over for the vibrator, a sleek, black device that hummed with barely contained energy. “We’ll now need to conduct some more intense probing. You’re doing great here. Thank you for your full cooperation.” I snapped it on, and she could hear its insistent drone, a promise of even greater delights to come. A wry smile spread across her lips, her eyes still shut as she anticipated the pleasure.

As I began to probe with the vibrator, she started moaning with pleasure, her body arching and twisting in response to the rhythmic vibrations. I honestly couldn't believe how wet she was! She must really be enjoying her doctor visit today. I inserted the vibrator repeatedly in and out, up and down, trying to center in on the most pleasureful nerve centers. Then, as I moved into her vagina with the vibrator, I worked her clitoris with my latex-gloved fingers. She begged me to get up on her knees, so I obliged, keeping the stimulation going as she writhed in ecstasy.

Before long she was shrieking and writhing with pleasure, climaxing again and again. Her body shook with the force of her orgasms, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I watched in silent admiration, lost in the sheer intensity of her pleasure. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, a perfect culmination of our twisted little game.

“OK, OK!” she finally exclaimed, her voice raw with emotion. She got me in front of her after practically tearing the “scrubs” off me, kneeling on the bed in between my legs. Then, she bent down and began to go to work on me with much fervor – let’s just call it an “oral exam.” Of course, I was already extremely excited, and it wasn’t long before I, too, was moaning and climaxing with utmost pleasure. The heat in my groin intensified, threatening to overwhelm me completely.

After we both got our breath back, I grabbed a pen and paper and said, “OK – I think we’ll need to meet again for your next follow-up very soon.” She laughed, a throaty, infectious sound, and said “I can make it again tomorrow.”

“I just happen to have an opening at the same time.” The thought of seeing her again, of experiencing that same level of pleasure, sent shivers down my spine. I leaned in close, whispering against her ear, “Don’t be late.”

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