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“Do you know why I didn’t remove my fingers right away after your orgasm?”

“No, doctor.” Kirsten paused for a second, seeming to work up the courage to say more. “That was the part that hurt the most,” she continued in an accusatory, almost pouty tone.

Delicious.

She was unbelievably sexy when she pouted. Especially, as in this case, when the correction about which she was pouting had been so richly deserved.

“You’re here primarily to address your procrastination issues, Kirsten. But there were other issues listed on your referral as well, weren’t there?”

“Yes, doctor. But what does that have to do with what just happened?”

“It has everything to do with it, Kirsten. If you were here only as a result of your procrastination with your tax forms, your bottom hole would be quite a bit less sore now. But naughty patients who lie to judges end up with a very, very sore bottom hole during their treatment.” He delivered this statement in a very ordinary way, as if he had just prescribed her an antibiotic or sent her for some routine testing.

Her reaction was instant. Kirsten blushed visibly, the red tinge now extending all the way down her chest. She looked down at the ground, then back up at him as if to judge whether he was serious, and upon seeing that he was, immediately cast her eyes down toward the ground again. He took a moment to let her dwell on the scolding, and as she did so, he looked down over her flushed chest, across her once again stiff nipples, and over the rest of her bare, beautiful body.

His erection returned with a vengeance, and his pause, which had originally been for her benefit, quickly became for his as he struggled mightily to avoid getting himself fired by fucking her right then and there. He could just turn her around, bend her over, and slam his cock into her…

Fuck.

He actually had to turn away, walk over to the sink, and feign washing his hands, surreptitiously splashing water on his face while doing so once again. Drying himself with a paper towel, his clinical mind noted that his erection had not subsided in the slightest. With a stealthy glance toward Kirsten to make sure she was still immersed in her own thoughts; he splashed his face with water once more and considered his next move.

His cock remained as defiant as ever. If anything, it seemed to mock his attempts to contain it while one of the most beautiful girls he had ever set eyes on sat naked on his exam table.

No, he was apparently just going to be conducting the rest of this session with a raging hard-on. With the acceptance of that fact came a sense of peace, and he returned to the table to stand in front of his adorable patient once again.

“There is one more set of tests I need to run. For these, I will need you on your back again,” he informed her.

“Yes, doctor,” Kirsten replied, lying down on her back as instructed.

It was time to see how her score held up when her arousal was worked to a fever pitch.

“Kirsten, we now have a baseline measure for your attentiveness, a measure after your first orgasm, and a measure after a second orgasm. To get a fully accurate picture of your needs, it is necessary for us to go in the other direction and get a pre-orgasmic measurement.”

“A pre-orgasmic measurement?”

“Yes. In a few minutes, you’ll take the test again here on the exam table, but only once I have you on the edge of orgasm and I’ve held you there long enough to ensure accurate results.”

Kirsten said nothing, she just drew in her breath sharply.

Dr. Harris normally began this part of the procedure by teasing a patient’s already highly stimulated pussy. It was faster that way, and while he enjoyed his work, by this point in the exam he had usually had his fill of teasing.

Usually. Today was very different.

Something about Kirsten made him want desperately to show her just how close he could bring her to the edge. The fact that he’d be struggling to keep his cock in his pants the whole time wasn’t something she needed to know…

Moving to the head of the table, he ran his fingertips gently over Kirsten’s cheek, down her neck, and then between her breasts almost to the top of her belly button.

Her whole body seemed to shiver a bit. He had been doing this long enough to know when a patient’s pussy clenched even without his finger inside her at the time, but there was something more than arousal to Kirsten’s response. There was peacefulness his caress seemed to create.

He liked that very much.

After letting his fingers wander back along the path they’d just taken, he lifted his hand away briefly, then rested the tip of his thumb very softly against her quivering, pouting bottom lip.

She drew in a quick breath.

Then she almost made him come in his pants.

Straining her neck, she eagerly took his fingertip, then his whole finger, into her mouth, suckling and nibbling, then suddenly biting down so hard he had to keep himself from yelping.

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