โPaging Doctor Thomas Stat!โ was all I heard as I sat on the leather table in the center of the room, the white paper robe barely covering my full 36C breasts. I had drove over 500 miles to Forbidden Fantasy and as I looked around the nicely decorated โdoctorโs officeโ I knew it would be worth it. The entire scene had been set up like an erotic episode of ER, even having a well built nurse scantly clad in a crisp white tight uniform taking my vitals as I stepped in the office.
Unlike a normal doctorโs office she was not concerned with my blood pressure or temperature, even though I could feel it rising as I realized my ultimate fantasy was about to come true. She made me undress and she pulled out a long tape measure, gathering the figures of my tight 36-24-36 frame. After she had gotten all my vitals, she led me in the doctorโs room and gave me a robe, pushed the play button on the CD player and allowed Maxwell to flow throughout the room. She poured me a tall glass of freshly made Strawberry Daiquiri, lit the small apple scented candles strategically placed throughout the room and handed me a stack of magazines before dimming the lights and exiting.
I looked down at the magazines expecting your standard office material only to find the latest GENT and Playboy in my hand. Damn this was unlike any doctorโs office I had ever seen. I leaned back on the table and propped my head on the soft down pillows provided and thumbed through the magazine, slowly looking at each individual picture imagining what I would do to all the women. They were all beautiful but my mind finally settled on the centerfold, a tall caramel skinned women with long flowing hair and huge breasts. I reached down in between my les and clutched my pussy in my hand, trying hard to ease the throbbing that had so quickly begun. I grabbed it hard and rubbed it up and down resisting the urge to stroke my clit, as I looked directly into her pussy.
The inside of her was so juicy and pink that my mouth watered. It had been so long since I had tasted the sweetness of a woman on my tongue that I was ready to explode before I heard I soft knock at the door.
Before I could say enter, in walked the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She wore her thick hair up in a tight French Roll, allowing soft ringlets to fall around her face, framing the angular shape drawing attention to her full red lipstick coated lips and deep brown bedroom eyes. She looked down at me gripping a chart in her hand and walked further into the room and introduced herself as Monique Thomas, chief doctor on the Sexual Healing Ward. I blushed deeply, knowing that she had seen me with my hand in between my legs. Noticing my embarrassment, she urged me to continue as she sat down on the small stool in front of the table and spread my legs open wide.