Sarah stripped down in the cold exam room, her nipples already hard from the air conditioning. She left her panties on like the nurse said but the thin cotton was already damp between her legs. When Dr. Harlan walked in he didn't bother with small talk. He glanced at her chart then told her to hop on the table and spread her knees.
He snapped on gloves but the first thing he did was hook his fingers into her waistband and yank the panties down to her ankles. "Wet already," he said, voice flat. Two gloved fingers pushed straight into her cunt without warning. Sarah gasped and he pumped them once, twice, watching her face. "Tight. Good. Lie back."
She did. He kept fingering her, three fingers now, stretching her open while his thumb dragged over her clit in rough circles. The glove made everything slick and clinical and filthy at the same time. Sarah's hips started rocking against his hand without her meaning to. He didn't tell her to stop. He just pulled his fingers out, wiped them on her thigh, and unzipped his pants.
His cock was thick and already leaking. He didn't ask. He just stepped between her legs and shoved it straight into her. The stretch burned for a second then her pussy clenched around him like it had been waiting. He fucked her in short, hard thrusts, the exam table creaking under them. Every time he bottomed out he grunted and said, "Take it. That's what you're here for."
He pulled out after a minute, flipped her onto her stomach, and dragged her hips to the edge of the table. One hand pinned her lower back while he slammed back inside from behind. The new angle made her moan loud enough that someone in the hallway might hear. He didn't care. He reached around and rubbed her clit again, fast and rough, until her legs started shaking.
"Come on my cock," he ordered. She did, cunt pulsing hard around him, juices running down her thighs. He kept fucking her through it, using her orgasm to get himself deeper. When she tried to catch her breath he pulled out, spun her around, and pushed her to her knees on the tile floor.
She sucked him without being told, tasting her own come on his shaft. He held her head with both hands and fucked her mouth, not gentle, hitting the back of her throat until she gagged. Spit ran down her chin onto her tits. He pulled back just before he came, jerked himself twice, and shot thick ropes across her face and open mouth. Some landed on her tongue. She swallowed what she could.
He zipped up, tossed her a paper towel, and told her to get dressed. "Same time next month," he said on his way out. "Don't wear panties." Sarah wiped her face, legs still trembling, already wet again at the thought.
