Wild Games in the Doctor's Office

Dr. Anna Meinhardt, a strict and no-nonsense physician at 45, stands in her exam room. Every day, she keeps her hair tightly pulled back, her clothes professional, but today is different. Ever since her last appointment with Markus, her 35-year-old patient, she hasn't been able to get him out of her head. The way he looked at her, the way he moved – it drove her crazy. She could feel herself losing control, and today she knew exactly what was going to happen.

Markus is sitting there on the exam table, legs spread wide, that cocky smirk on his face. His white shirt is stretched tight over his broad chest, and his jeans are clinging to him in all the right places, leaving little to the imagination. He knows exactly what he's doing to her, and Anna feels the heat rising in her as she stands before him, trying to maintain her usual professionalism. But her hands tremble, betraying her.

“So, what seems to be the issue today?” she asks, but her voice is shakier than usual. Her hand reaches out with the stethoscope to check his chest, but Markus is already grabbing her by the hips, pulling her closer to him.

“I’m feeling fine, Doc, but maybe you should take a closer look,” he says with a smirk. Anna hesitates for a moment, but the tension between them, brewing since their last encounter, becomes unbearable. She knows where this is going, and she’s ready to dive in.

“Fuck it,” she mutters, ripping open his jeans. His cock springs free, hard and throbbing, and without a second thought, she drops to her knees in front of him. No teasing, no slow build-up – she takes him into her mouth, deep and fast. She wants him, all of him, right now.

“Yeah, you dirty little slut, take it,” Markus growls, his hand gripping her hair tightly as he pushes her head down onto his cock. Anna loves the feeling of losing control, of being used like this, as her tongue swirls around his shaft, taking him deeper with each thrust. He groans above her, and the sound sends a thrill through her body, urging her to go harder, faster, taking him all the way down her throat until she almost gags.

“Fuck, now bend over and let me fuck you properly,” she gasps, pulling his cock out of her mouth and standing up quickly. She turns around, hikes up her skirt, and leans over the exam table, her ass up in the air, waiting for him. Markus doesn’t hesitate. He grabs her hips, yanks her back, and slams his cock deep into her dripping pussy.

There’s no tenderness, no hesitation – just raw, brutal fucking. It’s exactly what she wants. His thrusts are savage, deep, pounding into her, making her tits bounce with every hard slam. Her nails dig into the edge of the table, gripping for dear life as her body is shaken with every thrust.

“More! Harder!” she screams, her voice hoarse with lust. Her pussy is soaking wet, and every time he pulls back, there’s a loud, filthy squelching sound. He’s pounding into her relentlessly, pulling her back against him with every thrust, hitting her so deep she can barely think. Her legs start to shake, her breath comes in ragged gasps, but she needs more – she needs him to fuck her harder, to take her completely.

Markus grips her even tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh as he slams into her over and over. Anna’s screams fill the room as the heat builds up inside her, reaching a boiling point. And then, with a scream, she comes, her pussy clamping down around his cock as wave after wave of pure ecstasy crashes over her.

But Markus isn’t done. He pulls out for a moment, and before Anna can catch her breath, he grabs her roughly, spinning her around and shoving her down to her knees again. His hand grips her chin hard, forcing her head up to meet his gaze. His cock, still rock hard and slick with her juices, is inches from her face.

“Now suck my cock, you filthy bitch,” he growls, and Anna doesn’t waste a second. She grabs his cock, taking him into her mouth again, hungry for it, her lips wrapping around him as she tastes the mix of her own juices. She’s ravenous, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, teasing him, her hands gripping his shaft as she moves up and down, taking him as deep as she can.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, you dirty whore?” Markus growls as he grabs her hair, pushing her head down harder, fucking her face. She can feel him pulsing in her mouth, his cock throbbing as he gets closer and closer. Her fingers dig into his hips as she sucks him even deeper, her tongue working faster, determined to make him explode.

She knows he’s about to come, can feel the tension in his body building. His breath comes faster, his moans louder, his grip on her hair tighter. And then, with a loud grunt, he erupts, his hot cum shooting deep into her throat. Anna swallows every drop, not letting a single bit spill, still sucking him until he’s drained completely.

Markus groans as he pulls out of her mouth, his body trembling as he drops to his knees beside her. Anna leans back, panting, her lips swollen from the intensity, her body still shaking from the aftermath of her orgasms. The room is filled with their heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex. They look at each other, both spent, both knowing they’ve crossed a line there’s no going back from.