The Case of the Delicious Doctor

After my regular primary care physician retired, I went to his office for a routine prostate exam. I discovered that my new doctor was a young, beautiful Asian woman. She was Chinese and surprisingly she gave me a hand job while checking my prostate. (See my previous story, "The Doctor Goes In" to explain the circumstances).

I decided that I would use whatever excuse I could for return visits, as long as my insurance covered the visits. I made an appointment to have my sinuses checked, and I had a plan before I entered the office.

The nurse went through the usual pre-exam routine, checking my vitals, etc. and I explained the sinus issue that prompted the visit. She wrote down everything and left me waiting for Dr. Chang.

She tapped lightly on the door before she entered, her beautiful smile leading the way, her long black hair flowing over the back of her lab coat. I stood to shake her hand.

"What brings you in today, Mr. Norman?" She asked. (Why didn't she just read the notes that the nurse left for her, I wondered.)

"My sinuses have been giving me problems, Doc; my nasal passages seem blocked most of the time but I have no cold symptoms."

She grabbed an instrument off the wall and looked up both of my nostrils.

"I think you may have a deviated septum, but I can refer you to an EMT to verify that and to recommend options," she said.

"Thanks, Dr. Chang. By the way, I have been thinking and I've decided that I would like to change doctors, to a male doctor."

I knew, from my previous visit, that being new at the practice, her goal was to retain as many patients as possible to establish her standing with the other doctors. She was desperate enough that, as part of my prostate exam, she masturbated me at the same time.

"Why? I thought I convinced you during your last visit that you could be comfortable with me," she asked.

"Well, yes, but to be honest, I've had some very inappropriate thoughts about you."

"Inappropriate? In what way?"

"You're so beautiful that I can't stop thinking and dreaming of performing oral sex on you. It drives me to masturbate every day, thinking about you."

"This is something you cannot control?"

"No, ma'am, my lust for you continues to grow, so I don't know what else to do."

She stood silently staring at me for what seemed like a long time. Then she took off her lab coat and tossed it over the office chair in the room. She pulled out the bottom step of the exam table and stood up on it, facing me.

"I'll agree to some unusual and inappropriate treatment, just once, and if this doesn't satisfy your personal lust for me, then you'll need to change doctors."

She slid her slacks and thong down to her ankles and hopped up to sit on the exam table, and laid back. I couldn't believe it; she was lying there with her genitals exposed to me, willingly inviting to perform oral sex on her.

I grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs in the air and slipped my head between her knees. Her feet were on my back, below my shoulders. Leaning against the end of the exam table, the position was perfect as I lowered my head between her slim thighs.

Her dark patch of pubic hair was matted against her skin. Closing my eyes, I pressed my face into her sex, enjoying the softness of her thighs against my face. The natural scent of her pussy gave me an erection instantaneously.

I held her hips as I slowly used my tongue, dragging it up and down through her slit. I looked up at her face and her eyes were closed. She showed no sign of arousal, just a sense of resignation.

I worked my tongue, probing and tasting, licking in circles inside her and occasionally flicking my tongue across her hardening clit. When she became wet, it was simply delicious; sweet and sticky like honey. I greedily lapped and sucked at her entrance.

When I gently sucked on her clit, she moved her hands to the edge of the exam table. When I looked up at her again, she was biting her lower lip but her eyes were still closed. I could have stayed there and sucked her dry all day. She smelled so sexy that I thought I would come in my pants.

I began to slowly tongue fuck her, and she lifted her lips, pressing against my face. I dove into her wetness with my tongue over and over, as deeply as I could, pressing my face harder between her thighs.

She lifted her hips one last time, squeezed my face with her thighs, and her feet drummed on my back. I slipped my hands under her to hold her firm tight ass, and she moaned long and softly as she reached her peak.

"Ohhhhhhh...."

She eased her body back down onto the table and lifted her legs up in the air. I took my queue and removed my head from between her legs. I stepped back, my erection straining inside my pants. Surely she would recognize the effect she had on me.

She slipped off of the exam table, pulled up her clothing and put her lab coat back on. She said not a word until she was at the door, ready to leave the room.

"I can tell by your performance that you enjoy that too much to ever be cured, Mr. Norman. I suggest that you make your future appointments with Dr. Grayson, Dr. BRADLEY Grayson."

She left me standing there, my face wet, my erection begging to be relieved.

I'm investigating other medical practices with female doctors.