Sarah Young needs a doctor to relieve all her desires

The sultry brunette sashayed into the dimly lit doctor’s office, her ample bosom heaving against the lacy constraints of her low-cut corset. Sarah Young was a woman with needs, carnal desires that only a skilled physician could properly attend to. She had come to this retro clinic on the hunt for a doctor who wouldn’t prescribe pills, but rather provide the hands-on treatment she so desperately craved.

The receptionist, a prim and proper matron, looked up from her desk with beady eyes that seemed to pierce through Sarah’s flimsy negligee. “The doctor will see you now, miss,” she said curtly, motioning towards an opulently decorated inner office.

Sarah sauntered in, the silk stockings encasing her shapely legs rustling with each purposeful step. Seated behind a grand mahogany desk was an attractive man with salt-and-pepper hair and the confident mien of one well-versed in the mysteries of the female form.

“Dr. Hotshot,” Sarah purred, settling herself onto an examination chair. “I’ve been having…problems down below. I need you to inspect the area closely.”

Dr. Hotshot arched a brow but said nothing, retrieving a penlight and prodding it against the sensitive flesh peeking out from beneath Sarah’s barely-there skirt. “Hmm, yes, it does look a bit inflamed,” he murmured, trailing the light across her plump labia. “Let’s have a closer look, shall we?”

Sarah bit her plump lower lip and shimmied out of her skirt, revealing a pair of lacy black panties and garters. She spread her legs wantonly, offering herself up for the intrepid doctor’s investigation.

Dr. Hotshot knelt between her creamy thighs, his warm breath ghosting over her sex as he probed her depths with deft fingers. “Yes, it’s quite engorged,” he declared, his voice growing husky. “And wet. We’ll need to address this over a series of appointments to ascertain the problem fully.”

A shiver of anticipation raced through Sarah. “I’m ready for whatever you prescribe, Doctor,” she breathed, arching her back to thrust her generous bust towards him in blatant invitation.

“Excellent,” he replied, tearing open a foil packet with his teeth. Rolling a condom over his impressive erection, he positioned himself at Sarah’s entrance, rubbing the fat head of his cock against her slick folds. “My method is quite…hands-on.”

With a firm thrust of his hips, he sheathed himself to the hilt inside Sarah’s hot, tight channel. She threw her head back with a gasp, her nipples straining against the fine lace of her corset as he began a swift, sure rhythm, his balls slapping against her ass with each pump of his hips.

Sarah wrapped her stockinged legs around Dr. Hotshot’s waist, pulling him deeper, greedy for more of his generous cock. “Yes, oh yes!” she mewled, her voice rising in pitch as his cock dragged deliciously over her G-spot again and again. “You’ve prescribing just what I need, aren’t you, Doctor?”

Dr. Hotshot grinned wickedly, sweat beading on his brow as he rutted into her. He hiked one of her legs over his shoulder, the new angle allowing him to grind even harder against her aching clit. “The medicine is beginning to take effect,” he growled. “I can feel you tightening around me.”

Sarah’s whole body tensed, clenching down onto him as her orgasm crashed over her in waves. “I’m…I’m cumming!” she wailed, clutching mindlessly at the doctor’s shoulders.

He didn’t let up, his pelvis a piston working at a relentless pace until he, too, achieved his climax with a strangled groan. Sarah shuddered with the aftershocks, the doctor’s hot fluid filling the condom and her serpentine sleeve.

Dr. Hotshot pulled out slowly, disposing of the condom and adjusting his clothing. “I think once a week should do it,” he said firmly as Sarah rights her own disheveled garments. “We’ll need to monitor your progress closely.”

Sarah smiled catlike and blew him a kiss. “I’ll pencil you in for next week then. Doctor’s orders…”

And with that, the siren slipped out of the office, her heeled boots clicking a dirty rhythm down the hall, leaving the doctor a little light-headed and covered in a sheen of sweat. He knew it was going to be a long, hard week.