Arzoo

"This is unethical, sir," I whispered, my voice trembling with fear.

But even as the words left my lips, my body betrayed me.

The thought of someone walking in right now finding me completely naked on my doctor's examination table, legs spread wide was actually arousing me more.

he slowly pushed a second thick finger inside my soaked core, stretching me open.

A broken gasp escaped me. Then he leaned down, his hot breath coming over my aching clit and then his tongue licking me with deliberate strokes.

My legs jerked involuntarily, thighs clamping around his neck as I tried to pull him closer, desperate for more. He groaned against my lower lips .

He picked up pace, thrusting his fingers deeper, harder, while his lips wrapped around my swollen clit and sucked.

Hard.

"Ahhh… sir" I moaned loudly, my back arching clean off the table. "Harder "

My fingers tangled desperately in his hair, tugging as pleasure crashed through me in waves.

Suddenly, he pulled away. His fingers slipped out of me, leaving me clenching around nothing.

He unwrapped my legs from his neck and sat back slightly on his chair .

I let go of his hair and hissed in frustration, my chest heaving. "Why did you stop, sir?"

His eyes darkened. Without warning, his palm came down sharply on my inner thigh .

*smack*

the sound echoing in the quiet cabin. A stinging heat bloomed across my skin.

I gasped, more from surprise than pain.

"That’s not what you moan, Arzoo," he said, his voice low and calm, his wet fingers still wet with my arousal.

"Huh?" I asked, sitting up on the examination table.

My thighs were folded beneath me, hands planted on the cool surface for support. My bare breasts bounced freely with the movement, right in front of his hungry eyes.

"You know very well," he murmured, voice low and rough. One of his hands slowly caressed my thigh, fingers tracing lazy circles on my skin, while his other palm rubbed over the obvious bulge straining against his pants. "Say it... and I'll fuck you."

A mischievous little giggle escaped me. "Aarav, please..."

He smirked. "That's not how you address your dermatologist, girl."

I knew exactly what he wanted to hear. He'd been craving it for so long. But there was no way I was giving in that easily.

"What are you even talking about?" I said innocently, slowly spreading my legs wider. I hooked my knees over the edges of the table, opening myself completely to him. My wet pussy was fully on display now.

Arnav’s jaw tightened. His hand moved up to run through his hair in frustration. "You're teasing me now, Arzoo," he growled. "Say it... and I'll give you my cock."

"I don't need it right now," I replied with a sweet smile.

I leaned back on my elbows for a moment, then lay fully on my back again. One hand slid down between my thighs, and I started playing with my swollen clit, rubbing slow circles. My other hand came up to knead my breast, pinching my nipple between my fingers.

A soft moan left my lips as I pushed two fingers inside my dripping core and began thrusting them slowly. My back arched slightly off the table "Ahhhh… Aarav…"

Then I looked straight at him and slowly added a third finger. The stretch burned, and I mewled softly, “Ssssss…”

But I didn’t stop. I pushed deeper, thrusting into my soaked core while biting my lower lip hard. My other hand twisted and kneaded my nipple, sending sparks through me.

“Fuck yeah…” I breathed.

I saw the exact moment his restraint snapped.

Aarav stood up from his chair, grabbed my wrist, and pulled my fingers out of me.

Without breaking eye contact, he brought all three glistening fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, his tongue swirling around them.

When he released them with a wet pop, his palm came down hard on my pussy — a sharp, loud slap that made my whole body jerk. Tears instantly pricked my eyes from the sting.

“What the fuck!” I hissed, thighs trembling.

“Only I can fuck this cunt,” he growled, voice dark.

“But you didn’t want to,” I taunted, still rubbing my hard nipple between my fingers, teasing him.

“You’re such a naughty girl,” he murmured, shaking his head with a dangerous smirk. “Hmm.”

In one fluid motion, he shrugged off his white lab coat, tossing it onto the chair. He unzipped his pants, pushed them down along with his boxers, and his thick, veined cock sprang free — already leaking precum from the tip.

He wrapped his hand around it and stroked himself a few times, eyes locked on my face. I couldn’t stop staring at his hard length.

Suddenly, he grabbed me, lifted me off the table, and turned me around. He pressed my breasts flat against the cool surface, my nipples hardening instantly on contact. My feet touched the floor as he kicked my legs wider apart.

He fisted my ponytail and yanked my head back. I turned slightly, looking at him over my shoulder with a smirk.

“Fuck me, Daddy.”

He let out a low chuckle. “That’s like a good patient.”

Without any warning, he lined up and pushed his thick cock inside me in one long thrust. I gasped sharply as he stretched me open, filling me completely.

He paused for a second. “Comfortable?”

“Hmm,” I moaned.

Then he started moving — slow at first, then harder, deeper. My breasts bounced and dragged against the table with every thrust. My head jerked forward.

“Ahhh Daddy… fuck me,” I cried out.

“Tell me,” he growled, landing a hard smack on my ass, “who do you belong to?”

“Oh god… only you, Daddy,” I whimpered.

He kept pounding into me. Pleasure built so fast I started screaming.

“Aaaaaa sir — faster, baby!”

“Quiet,” he warned, voice strained. “We’re in the hospital.”

But I couldn’t hold back. My legs began to twitch as my orgasm approached.

“Faster, Daddy… move your cock faster,” I begged.

“Such a slut for me,” he groaned, gripping my hips tighter.

“Only yours,” I panted. “Your cock feels so fucking good.”

He leaned over my back, one hand sliding underneath to squeeze my breast as he murmured hotly against my ear, “Tell me how many times you fingered yourself thinking of me.”

“Every night…” I confessed breathlessly, “since the day I met you.”

He slowed his thrusts deliberately, teasing me right on the edge. My heartbeat thundered in my ears.

“You’re so filthy, Arzoo,” he whispered.

“I know,” I moaned.

Just as I was about to cum, he suddenly pulled out. My orgasm crashed through me anyway hard and empty.

“Ahh Daddy, fuck!” I cried, body shaking.

Before I could even recover, he slammed back inside me and fucked me through it, thrusting deeper, chasing his own release.

“God knows this is against every rule,” he groaned, still kneading my breast, “but your pussy feels so damn good.”

With a few final, powerful thrusts, he buried himself deep and spilled inside me — hot, thick ropes of cum filling me up.

We both stayed there for a moment, panting heavily, trying to catch our breath.

Finally, he pulled out and quickly fixed his boxers and pants. I started putting on my bra and panties with shaky hands.

He picked up my tracksuit and pajama, handing them to me. “Tomorrow. 9 AM sharp. You come again.”

Then his voice dropped lower, almost a whisper. “Me and my cock will be waiting for you… and that greedy little pussy.”

I nodded, still breathless, and smiled shyly.

“Once again… you’ll treat me, Daddy.”

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