Fake Hospital Shy patient with soaking wet pussy squirts on docs fingers

Title: “Doctor’s Appointment: A Shy Patient’s Steamy Surrender”

The pristine, all-white walls of Dr. Jack’s examination room were a stark contrast to the membrane-damp desire that filled the air. The scent of floral furniture polish mingled with an unmistakable, heady musk – the scent of pure, aching need. Lucy Shine, a timid young woman, sat on the edge of the medical table, her legs crossed tightly in an effort to conceal the state of her most intimate area. But the damp patch on the front of her lacy pink panties was a dead giveaway. The doctor’s previous patient had been a bit… stretched, before leaving, and Lucy could barely contain the effects of her lustful imagination.

Dr. Jack, a debonair man with piercing blue eyes and a no-nonsense attitude, sauntered into the room. His lab coat hung open, revealing a crisp white dress shirt and a red power tie. He smiled at Lucy, a knowing glint in his eye as he caught the scent of her arousal. “Ah, Miss Shine. I hear you’ve been having some troubles down below,” he said, his voice smooth as silk.

Lucy felt her cheeks flush crimson. She fidgeted with the hem of her short skirt, trying to maintain some semblance of modesty. “Y-yes, Doctor. It’s just… I’ve been feeling really hot and bothered lately. I wake up every night, soaking wet and aching for something – or someone – to fill me up.”

Dr. Jack raised an eyebrow, intrigued. He snapped on a pair of latex gloves, the snap of the rubber fracturing the tense silence. “Well, let’s take a look, shall we?” He gestured for Lucy to lay back on the table, her legs spread wide. She complied, her heart hammering in her chest.

The doctor knelt between her thighs, his hot breath ghosting over her shivering skin. He hooked his fingers into the damp fabric of her panties and slowly peeled them down, revealing the glistening, swollen lips of her pussy. Lucy whimpered as the cool air hit her overheated flesh. “My, my… looks like someone’s been a very naughty girl,” Dr. Jack murmured, his fingers deftly parting her slick folds.

He slipped one finger inside her eager hole, marveling at how easily she took him. Lucy cried out, her hips lifting off the table as she sought more of that delicious friction. “S-so good, Doctor,” she panted, her eyes glazed with lust. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”

Dr. Jack added a second finger, pumping them in and out of her clutching heat. The wet squelch of her arousal filled the room, a lewd symphony that only served to heighten the tension. “You’re so tight, Miss Shine. So responsive. I bet you’d love to have a nice, thick cock stretching you out, wouldn’t you?”

Lucy bit her lip, her mind conjuring up all sorts of filthy images. “Y-yes, Doctor. I’ve never been touched like this before. I feel like I’m going to explode.”

The doctor grinned wickedly. He curled his fingers just so, rubbing against that spongy spot deep within her that made her see stars. “Then let go, Lucy. Come for me. I want to feel you squirt all over my hand like the naughty little patient you are.”

It was as if his words were a command that her body couldn’t refuse. Lucy cried out, her back arching off the table as a tidal wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her pussy clenched and spasmed around the doctor’s probing fingers, hot, clear fluid gushing out of her and soaking his hand and her skirt.

Dr. Jack worked her through each and every wave, relishing the sight of her lost in the throes of ecstasy. He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to taste her sweet nectar. “Mmm… delicious. You’re going to make some lucky man very happy one day, Miss Shine.”

Lucy lay there, panting and trembling, her mind a hazy blur of post-orgasmic bliss. She couldn’t believe what had just happened – what she had just let happen. But there was no denying the deep sense of satisfaction that settled in her bones.

Dr. Jack helped her sit up, his hands lingering on her thighs for just a moment longer than strictly necessary. “I think you’ll find that a good, hard f-fucking is just what the doctor ordered,” he said, his voice low and thick with desire. “But perhaps we should leave the rest of your treatment for another day.”

Lucy nodded, feeling a new heat building in her core at the thought of what other “treatments” might await her. She slipped off the table and smoothed her skirt back into place, a secret smile playing on her lips. “Thank you, Doctor. I feel much better already.”

As the good doctor watched her leave, he couldn’t help but wonder how many other “ailing” patients he might be able to help in just the same way. And with that tantalizing thought, he settled back into his chair, ready to welcome his next “very special” patient.