The waiting room was cold, sterile. But Dr. Moore wasn't. She was a vision in her white coat, barely containing her huge boobs. My nervousness about my…situation…melted away as she smiled. "So, Mr. Davis, I hear you're having trouble performing?" Her voice was soft, but her eyes held a playful glint.
I stammered, "It's…it's been difficult." She chuckled and beckoned me into the examination room. "Well, let's see what we can do about that." She closed the door, the click echoing in the suddenly intimate space. No Piercing and perfectly Natural Tits framed by a tight white blouse. She asked more questions, her touch surprisingly intimate as she checked my vitals. It felt…wrong, but so incredibly right.
"Perhaps a hands-on approach is needed," she murmured, her fingers now tracing my hardening member. A sloppy blowjob commenced immediately, filling her mouth with cum after just a few minutes. I moaned, grabbing her hips as she expertly worked her magic. I pulled back slightly, adjusting her to cowgirl position. "Oh yes," she breathed, her C-Cup breasts bouncing enticingly. Her eyes locked with mine as she took me deep, riding me with a passion I never expected from a doctor.
I flipped her over, wanting to feel her heat fully against me. Her big ass filled my hands as I pounded into her, doggystyle, losing myself in the moment. I came hard, exploding deep inside her. She gasped, clutching me tightly. "That was…therapeutic," she said, breathless. "Follow-up appointment next week?" I grinned. "Definitely."
She wiped her face, a bit of my cum on her lips. Then a final kiss and pat. I was free to go, and had just received the best medical care of my life.
