A Different Type Of Treatment Pt 02

Please read the first part of this story if you have a chance!

_______________________

Dr. Pruitt breezed into the room, smiling brightly, "Kim! It's lovely to see you again."

I smiled back at her, and let her know that things had been going great with Andrew. We had been enjoying the last few weeks of pregnancy as much as possible with all of the changes that had been happening, and that we were still doing our best to be intimate. I was bloated and exhausted, but nothing new there.

"I'm sorry for being so sweaty," I laughed, "even in this cold exam room I am on fire."

"No worries at all, comes with the territory of pregnancy. Want some help cleaning up a bit?" Dr. Pruitt asked politely while holding up a package of wipes.

"If you wouldn't mind, yes, please," I answered gratefully.

A few moist wipes later, I felt a lot nicer everywhere. She had done my legs and lower half, while I focused on my armpits and face. It was a bit weird reaching around the hospital gown, but it was worth it.

Chipper as ever, the exam rolled along nicely with Dr. Pruitt leading. She was careful to avoid showing me anything telling during the ultrasound, and took extra time to warm up her tools. When she moved the gown this way or that, she kept me well-covered everywhere else to keep my body as modest as possible. The best thing was that she was still gentle and soothing with every touch or comment. I felt like I was doing exactly what I should be doing, the way she talked about my pregnancy.

She snapped off her gloves and then as we spoke she absentmindedly placed her hand on my stomach and gently rubbed it.

Andrew wasn't with me today, so it seemed wrong to talk about what happened at our last visit. I told him I was going to see her and he winked, saying I would have to tell him all the juicy details tonight. I had rolled my eyes at him. It was a one-time thing. With how kind and completely appropriate Dr. Pruitt had been, I doubted she was even thinking about it. She kept her hand on my stomach, smoothly moving her fingers and massaging me. It felt, for lack of a better term, loving. The conversation steered towards weekend plans for the long weekend coming up, and we both mentioned how we were too tired to do anything, the week had been a tough one for her, and pregnancy always seemed to have me wiped out.

I let out a small hum of comfort and a sigh, closing my eyes.

Apparently I couldn't have been more wrong about how she felt, as the warmth of her lips kissed my cheek, "would you be interested in another... alternative treatment?"

The heat between my legs grew and my heart jumped at the thought, "y-yes."

"Good, good," she whispered in my ear as she undid the gown, "please keep your eyes closed."

Again, she pulled the flimsy piece of fabric off of me, leaving me completely naked. Her hands roamed my body, gently cupping my breasts in turn. I held my arms over my head, enjoying the feeling of being exposed. The regular routine of hospital gowns and nudity felt disconnected and kind of gross, but it felt natural and good to be seen by her.

"Your development is coming along wonderfully," she breathed, "you're perfect."

Her soft lips wrapped around one nipple as she massaged the other. She began to gently suck, pausing now and then to run her tongue over the tip of my nipple then sucking as much of my breast into her mouth as she could fit.

"Sorry, I have to make sure to check both sides," she said breathlessly.

Instead of moving around the table, she leaned over me and planted her mouth on my other breast, still doing her best to massage the first.

Unfortunately I was distracted by the rough fabric of her coat and various objects attached to it. A pen seemed to be poking my side. Her nametag stuck and stretched my skin. She noticed quickly and pulled again. Panic jumped up in my throat, but I didn't know what to say. Still keeping my eyes closed I hoped that it would somehow prevent her from throwing my gown back on me and leaving altogether.

"My apologies, I hadn't considered how uncomfortable that can be!" she said brightly as I heard her shuffling around.

"Oh, please don't- its- um- not a problem," I responded, "you- you can continue the treatment."

"Here, this should be better," her voice dropped a bit, "let me know if this is more comfortable."

I felt her on me again, holding one breast and latching her mouth onto the other. The coat was gone, but apparently so was everything else. Her nipples grazed my skin and I felt my pussy clamping down. I let my arm closer to her fall and it traced down her back, eventually hitting her skirt. Somehow my brain connected random thoughts and I was disappointed that it really was just treatment. There was nothing taboo about this, it was a procedure to help me relax. I didn't want the skirt on her, I wanted her to be naked with me. I wanted to feel like she was connected to the moment fully.

"I'm so sorry, is that irritating you?" her voice was sweet, innocent, "it shouldn't be an issue to remove it."

The skirt hadn't been touching me at all.

Unlocking a kind of calm in me that I didn't know I needed, the sigh that escaped my lips was long and deep. I felt around her waist until the buttons came to my hand. Thankfully they were snap buttons and I popped open a couple easily. Her skirt fell and I could feel her wiggling out of it all the way. My fingers got inside her panties and I pulled down, but they were caught on her other hip. Before I could try to reach the other side I felt her hand pull away from me and she helped me shimmy them down.

"Even if you choose the right shoes, being barefoot is important for posture and keeping your foot muscles strong," she noted as I heard the clack of her shoes being flicked away.

"Yes, that's much better," she let out a bit of a sigh, her appropriate veneer slipping.

Even if I couldn't see her, it felt amazing knowing she was fully naked too.

She pulled back from my breast and I heard the snap of the lubricant, she squeezed generously, letting it trail down from my breasts, across my belly and then a thick stream poured onto my pussy. Her hands roamed after it, massaging my skin and covering me in the goopy slickness.

"-so fucking gorgeous," I barely heard her whisper before she coughed and collected herself, "Kim, you are doing wonderfully."

She moved again and was now between my legs, rubbing one hand up and down my body, taking extra time at my belly. The other was sliding up and down my pussy, her fingers easily probing between my lips. Back and forth she went until finally putting a finger inside me. It felt like she was just barely staying in control, trying not to put too much pressure one second, and then almost tentatively dipping another finger inside me the next.

"It's- it- it's okay," I stammered through the pleasure, "I can handle the treatment."

Dr. Pruitt held her fingers between my lips for only a second before plunging her hand inside me. The intensity sent stars rolling across my eyes and I clamped down on her, my orgasm sending waves of pleasure through my body. When the spasms died down a bit, I noticed that her other hand was at my ass, her thumb probing it slowly. I nodded, hoping she would see. The thumb pressing against my ring was now fully embedded inside me.

"I need to see your foot, please," Dr. Pruitt was still trying to stay in control, but I could hear the lust in her voice.

I lifted it off the stirrup as best as I could and squeezed my leg in towards the middle. My pussy and ass felt even more full than before, and suddenly I felt her mouth on my toes. She moaned around them, licking and kissing down my arch. The flood of pleasure was so unexpected that I had to put my hand over my mouth to prevent myself from screaming. She moved inside me, fucking me with her hands. I knew I needed to feel the other side, so I pulled my foot away from her mouth, with her lips attempting to follow, before picking up my other leg. She gladly accepted it and moaned against my toes touching her tongue.

"God, yes, baby," her voice was heavy and raspy, "Kim you're so fucking hot."

The words were the last thing to push me over the final edge. I tried to stop myself, almost afraid of what was crashing around my body. I spasmed and convulsed on the table, my muscles contracting so tight I couldn't think. Mercifully, Dr, Pruitt let me push her hands out, and she rested her face on my leg. We were both a bit out of breath, panting quietly.

There was a loud knock at the door and we both froze. I opened my eyes and focused on it, hoping against all odds that they wouldn't walk inside.

"Yes, I'm still with the patient," Dr. Pruitt answered, somehow her voice sounding calm and collected.

"Alright, I'm closing up for the weekend, do you need anything?" the voice sounded eager to leave.

"No, all the paperwork is filed for now," Dr. Pruitt spoke loudly, "are Ryan and Mila still here?"

"Just you and me, and your patient," the voice answered, "everyone else cleared out about 15 minutes ago."

"Lock the doors on your way out, but I'll handle getting this patient out before I leave, thank you!" Dr. Pruitt replied, "enjoy the time with the boys!"

"Yeah, of course," the voice laughed and footsteps retreated.

We both laughed quietly, and I let my hand touch her face. She looked at me with a kind of joyous longing. I don't know what made me feel that way, but I suddenly wanted the moment to be captured.

"You can take pictures of me, if you need them for... um, medical reasons?" it felt weird to not have the right words.

She sat bolt upright and gave me a look of pure astonishment as she held my leg tight, "oh my god, Kim. Kim, that would be amazing. I would love to have a few photos of you. For-"

The pause was longer than I expected, "...for me. I want them for me."

My heart felt light and smiled at her, "strictly doctor-patient confidence, confidential... confidentiality! Right?"

"Of course," she smiled back.

It felt dirty to be taking these pictures for her, but I let her keep snapping away as I changed poses. Pinching a nipple, putting my hand down near my pussy, picking my legs off the stirrups and spreading wide as possible, I kept going until it felt like she must have taken a few hundred.

When she finally put her phone down, I gingerly moved off the table and looked around, trying to figure out a way to clean myself of all the lube.

"We have a shower, follow me," Dr. Pruitt opened the door and walked into the hallway.

I grabbed my things, careful not to hold them too close to my body, then stepped into the hallway. My hair was standing on end as I walked through the 'public' space naked. Dr. Pruitt, to her credit, didn't even seem to notice that she was completely nude. Once we arrived, she grabbed me a towel and said she would let me wash up on my own. I said I'd feel better if she stayed, but I really meant watched. She took the hint and drank in the sight as I rinsed myself.

Back in my dress and flip flops, I kissed her cheek and she wrapped her arms around me. The heat started boiling up inside me again. I reached down to grab her ass with one hand and hold her neck with the other, she pushed my dress strap down on one side and began kissing my shoulder. It felt so familiar, so good, like something I had felt for years. I was ready to let the other strap fall when my mind snapped back into place.

"Oh my god, Andrew!" I blanched.

I checked my phone for the time and realized that I was indeed running late. He had called and texted, but his last text said that he called the doctor's office and that they told him I was still there, so I should just call him when I was done, with a devil smiling emoji.

Dr. Pruitt read over my shoulder and pinched my butt, "I told you I do house calls."