Make me cum on your coat

The exam table's paper crinkled under me as Dr. Marcus Reed's gloved hands slid my sundress higher, exposing my thighs to the air. The clinic was deserted, the lights were dimmed, the door locked with a deliberate click he'd made earlier. At twenty-four, I was his patient, vulnerable on his table; he was thirty-one, my trusted physician, white coat parted to reveal the thick bulge straining his slacks. Boundaries shattered the moment his fingers brushed my lace panties, finding them soaked.

"You're aroused, Ava," he murmured, his voice was low and his gray eyes darkening behind his glasses. "Your heart rate is spiking. Pulse... here." His hand cupped my mound possessively, thumb pressing my clit through damp fabric.

I arched, legs parting wider on the stirrups he'd adjusted "for the exam." "Because of you, Doctor, I’m wet"

He peeled off the gloves with a snap, bare fingers now shoving my panties aside…plunging two deep into my slick heat without warning. "Fuck, so wet for your doctor." He curled them expertly, stroking that inner spot while his thumb circled my swollen clit with precise, rhythmic pressure. The wet sounds echoed in the quiet room.

"Oh God... Marcus," I gasped, my hands fisting the table edges, and my breasts heaving under the thin dress. My nipples were strained against fabric; he noticed, his  free hand shoving the neckline down to expose them… the pale skin of my breasts flushing as cool air hit them.

"These need examination too," he growled, leaning down to capture one in his hot mouth. He was sucking hard, his tongue flicking the peak while his teeth grazed just enough to sting. His fingers pumped faster inside me, and he added a third, stretching my walls deliciously full. My juices dripped down his wrist onto the paper liner.

The taboo rush hit like drugs: patient records on his desk, his stethoscope dangling nearby, this was violation of every oath. A knock could end him and a complaint could destroy us both. But that danger made me clench harder around his thrusting fingers.

"Imagine a nurse walking in," he rasped against my breast, switching to bite the other nipple, rolling it until I whimpered. "Seeing Dr. Reed finger-fucking his pretty patient. You'd be banned. I'd lose everything."

"Don't care... harder," I begged, hips grinding shamelessly. He obliged, his fingers slamming deep, his thumb vibrating in my clit as his palm spanked my mound lightly, the slaps sending jolts through me.

Sweat beaded on my skin; my thighs quivered. He curled tighter, hitting me relentlessly. "Cum for your doctor. Soak my hand, and show me how badly you need treatment."

Orgasm exploded, my walls spasming violently, a gush squirting around his fingers as I convulsed, biting my lip bloody to muffle screams. He rode it out, milking every pulse, his mouth sucking my breast.

Pulling free with a wet sound, he brought his glistening fingers to my lips. "Taste your medicine."

I sucked them clean eagerly, tongue swirling, and eyes locked on his as he groaned. "Good patient."

He stood, shedding his coat, tie yanked loose. "On your knees. Time for oral therapy."

I slid off the table, knees hitting the cold tile, my hands fumbling his belt. His cock throbbed free, it was hick, veined, the tip leaking precum. I gripped the base, licking a stripe from balls to head before taking him deep. My lips were stretching, my throat relaxing as I swallowed him inch by inch.

"Fuuuck," he hissed, his hand tangling in my hair, guiding me roughly. "Suck your doctor's cock. Deepthroat it and earn your clean bill of health."

I gagged willingly, saliva dripping, bobbing faster as he thrust into my mouth, his balls slapping my chin, tears streaming. His free hand reached down to pinch my nipples, twisting in time with his hips. "That's it... worship it, Ava. Choke like the needy patient you are."

His control frayed, hips stuttering, then he pulled out, hauling me up to bend over the table again. Dress fully hiked, my panties ripped off and pocketed. "Spread."

I did, my ass high and my pussy dripping. He teased my entrance with his bare cock, it was raw, with him rubbing the head through my folds. "Condom?

"Forget it," I panted. "Fill me raw, Doctor."

He slammed in brutally, the stretch forcing a cry. "Tight fucking patient cunt," he grunted, holding deep before pulling back and pounding relentlessly. His table rattled; instruments clattered to the floor.

Each thrust was savage, with his hips snapping, and balls slapping my clit wetly. One hand fisted my hair, arching me; the other mauled my breasts from behind, pinching and slapping them as they swung.

"Take it all," he snarled, spanking my ass till it was red. "This pussy's prescribed to me now. No one else."

"Yes... prescribe your cum inside," I moaned, pushing back, my walls fluttering.

He reached around, his fingers on my clit. "Cum again, and milk your doctor's load."

My second orgasm hit harder, I was spasming wildly, cum squirting down my thighs as I screamed. He roared, burying deep inside me, pulsing his hot seeds inside me, filling me completely, and excess of it leaking out.

A third wave built from the fullness; he didn't stop thrusting through his release, drawing out mutual aftershocks until we collapsed over the table, our chest heaving, and his weight pinning me possessively.

Slowly, he withdrew, his cum dripping down my legs. He cleaned me gently with exam wipes, his touch was tender now, but eyes were still hungry. "Follow-up required. Weekly."

I straightened shakily, dress ruined. "House calls?"

His smile was wicked. "Starting tonight."

Leaving the clinic, my pussy throbbing with his seed, my thighs sticky and marked, my "condition" felt perfectly incurable.