I own a fairly active Family medical practice in Portland and have worked for 9 years building it up with accolades from most of my patients. Part of my success is from my excellent staff of women who seem to cater to every need of the clientele. My best asset is my Head Nurse, Lynn, who seems to have ESP when it comes to meeting needs and is competent as hell to boot.
Anyway, I was in clinic one morning when a long-time patient arrived for her appointment for a 'check up'. Lynn recorded her intake height, weight and vital signs, determined that she was neither bleeding nor infectious then put her in the exam room. I quickly read the past visit notes in her chart, then entered the room alone. I normally don't take a female staff nurse into the exam room with me for these visit unless there is to be a breast or pelvic exam since most of my exam is of the head, neck and chest areas and I can do that with their garments intact
"Hello, Mrs. Quinn, how are you today?" I began as I entered the room and sat at the desk. Mary Quinn was a strikingly beautiful Eurasian woman, 31 years old, beautiful smile, long straight dark hair, married with 2 children and had no real medical problems that we'd recorded over the years. I had seen her kids for immunizations and one for an asthma episode. She had had some UTI issues in the past. I didn't know if there was a Mr. Quinn or not, it never came up.
"Fine, Doctor," was her reply. I was surprised to see her sitting on the exam table in a gown.
"You aren't running a fever and your vital signs seem fine. How can I help you," I asked while glancing at her chart. I looked up to see her smiling at me as she slowly splayed her gown wide open, her completely nude body displayed for me to see. My jaw hit the floor and my eyes bugged out as I saw her gorgeous set of breasts with large brown areolas. Her nipples were fully erect and about an inch long, pointing straight out. In fact, her breasts were just perfect for her small five foot frame. Her belly was flat and I could see her dark pubic hair covering her mound, shapely legs with bright red toenail polish. Then she scooted forward to hang her legs over the end of the table and she spread them wide apart so I could see inside her bush to her lovely set of labia and moist vaginal opening.
"Um ... Mrs. Quinn, what is going on?" I stammered.
"Doctor, I want you to know that last week I won the Oregon lottery for 33 million dollars!" she announced proudly. "That's more than 1 million for every year I've been alive."
Totally confused, I managed to say, "Well, congratulations! I'm really happy for you. But ... please tell me why are you sitting here in front of me naked?"
"You've heard about this 'bucket list' of things older folks want to do before they die. I now have all the money I'll ever need and I've decided to begin my list right now!" she exclaimed. "I have fantasized about you for months now, ever since that first day I came in. You are so kind and understanding and those big brown eyes just make me tingle all over. Prominent on my list is for you to caress my body with those strong hands. I need you to make me climax with those long fingers!"
"Oh, oh'" I thought. The Oregon Medical Board takes a really dim view of a doctor having any kind of sexual relations with a patient. So dim, in fact that they routinely jerk your license to practice and often submit your name to the local District Attorney for possible prosecution, depending on the age of the patient and the circumstances involved. You can't even date a patient or their family members. Then there are the likely civil suits from spouse or kids who might feel alienated by my actions. There are way too many scum-sucking lawyers out there just waiting for such an opportunity. Not only that, but all the sordid details are made public and the destruction of my reputation is a promised event.
"Mrs. Quinn," I stammered, "This is simply not possible."
"Oh, Doctor," she replied, "It is very possible and entirely necessary. Your Hippocratic oath means that you have pledged to serve my medical needs, right?"
"Well, yes," I replied. "But what medical need do you have."
"I have an ache right here," she smiled as she spread her labia open, "I need to orgasm on your hand with your fingers deep inside my pussy," she smiled. "No one ever needs to know. I certainly will tell no one."
"What about Mr. Quinn and your children?" I asked, hoping to find some logical reason to calm this situation down.
"Oh, screw that old bastard!" she exclaimed. "He's been absent from my sex life for a while now and has another girlfriend on the side, anyway. I am leaving him tomorrow. And I just bought a house for my mother and grandmother to live is so they can raise my kids. They'll be well cared for since I've set up a fund that will provide plenty of money for them to survive. I am doing my own thing from now on and you are one of the things I need to do."
My mouth was suddenly dry as a bone and my brain was spinning. I saw no way out and my feet seemed to move on their own straight toward her without conscious thought from me.
"Now, Doctor, please come give me your hand and attend to my medical ache," she stated with a wicked smile as she began rubbing her wide open slit with two fingers, circling her now obviously erect clitoris. "You can see how much I need you right now!"
I was mesmerized! Somehow I found myself standing right in front of her and inhaling the best scent of a woman's sex that I'd ever smelled. She pulled out her two fingers now glistening with her juice, reached them out, and pressed them to my lips. I don't remember opening my mouth but I found myself sucking them hard and the taste was exquisite. My dick had sprung to life and was pressing out the front of my slacks.
"I see you are not too bothered by this request," she said smiling as she was looking down at my erect boner. She grasped my hand in hers and brought it down to her vagina. I was on autopilot now as I began to caress her silky pubic hair, then I found her slit. My mind had lost all control over my fingers by now and they moved on their own to gently press between her labia. Soon one finger slipped between her lips and I could feel how hot her tunnel was as I pressed deep inside her. "Oh, yes, that's just what I need!" she sighed as she leaned onto my hand. "More, please."
She scooted her bare ass down and almost off the exam table which left me supporting her body through her cunt with just my hand. In a trance I pushed a second, then a third finger into her hot tunnel. As my thumb found and began rubbing circles around her erect clitoris, I added the last finger and began pushing them deeper in, then almost completely out. "Oooooh, Doctor, that is perfect," she whispered. "I can feel you stretching me and your hand is filling me up. Keep going ... a bit harder now."
I pumped harder as I leaned down to suck on one nipple. She continued to coo softly and thrust her hips repeatedly against my hand, timing her push with mine. She grabbed my head with her hands and kept moving me from one breast to the other. I swirled my tongue on her nipples and then gently bit on each one. "Ooooooh ... I can feel my orgasm coming ... coming ... here is is ... Yessss!" she cried out as she spasmed against my hand then fell back on the exam table. I could feel her cum run down my wrist so I gently removed my fingers and licked all her juice off them. So sweet!
I have no idea how much time had passed as my brain finally freed itself from the fog but I could still feel my throbbing member straining to get out of confinement. Nervously, I looked at the clock and realized all this had only taken six minutes of time. Six minutes! My typical patient encounter often lasts ten to twelve minutes and I had allotted fifteen for these exams so we were safe from discovery from a curious staff nurse but the room and my hand definitely smelled of sex. I flipped on the exhaust fan as she gradually sat back up with a giant smile on her flushed face. "Oh, Doctor, that was exactly what I needed!" she exclaimed. "Thank you so much!"
"Mrs. Quinn..." I began as my cock began to soften in the face of the sudden realization that I had destroyed my life without conscious thought and could soon be ruined.
"Why don't you call me Mary?" she responded.
"Well, Mary, that was very unprofessional of me. I don't know what to say... ," I gushed, knowing that my professional life was now completely in this woman's hands. To this day I wonder how events would have unfolded if I'd run out of the room screaming in the face of her original nude display.
"I could care less about you being professional and more about you being human," she smiled. "You met my urgent need just as I requested. You're the best Doctor I could ever have hoped for. And this needs to be our secret."
"You better believe I'll take this to the grave," I thought. Instead I said, "I agree with you but this cannot happen again and I'm concerned about what we can do about any future 'aches' that you have?"
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