Oral Doctor

Samuel Peters – Sam to his friends – was currently sitting in the waiting room of the Lowtown Medical Centre. At 5"10', Sam was around average height for his age and was fairly slim. He had never been muscly but was fit enough. His dark, brown hair was styled – as always – to the side and he wore his favourite T-Shirt and a pair of dark grey jeans.

It was 11am and his appointment was in 5 minutes. He flicked through some magazines, quickly glancing at the clock on the opposite wall from time to time. Of course, his name would be called when it was his turn, but he looked over nonetheless.

The magazines were full of rubbish. Mostly adverts for cars, dentists and articles about health and fitness. Sam sighed, closed the last magazine and dropped it back onto the pile with all the rest.

Another couple of minutes passed and Sam heard someone shout his name. "Mr Samuel Peters please."

Sam smiled and got up from his seat. He approached a young woman. She seemed to be in her late 20s. She smiled as she saw him "Hi Mr Peters, if you just go through to Room 3, Doctor Olive will be in to see you shortly."

"Thank you." replied Sam, as he walked towards his designated room. It only took him a few seconds to reach it, and once he found it, he sat down inside. It must have only been a few seconds before there was a small knock on the door and a woman walked into the room.

She was wearing a suit – or, at least, a smart outfit. She was wearing a white shirt that was buttoned up to the top and a black blazer on top of it. She was also wearing a long, black shirt that fell to her ankles and she had a pair of black boots on her feet. Her long dark hair was in a ponytail and on her face sat a pair of thick, black glasses.

It was her shirt that took Sam's interest however: it seemed to be straining to keep closed. Doctor Olive's chest was quite the size. Sam guessed that her tits were around 34E and he wondered if they were natural or if she had had a boob job.

"Good morning Mr Peters. I am Sarah Olive" said Doctor Olive, "What can I do for you today?"

Sam had come into the Medical School because of a suspected throat infection but after seeing the busty doctor sitting in-front of him, he suddenly found himself with another condition.

"Well," he said, giving a faint, fake laugh, "It's err...my cock."

Doctor Olive gave a little wince. She preferred to keep things professional in her office. "And what seems to be the problem with your...penis?"

"Well, it's a little awkward." Replied Sam.

"There's no need to worry Mr Peters, I have been in my profession for quite some time. Please, if you can explain what the problem is."

Sam nodded. It wasn't awkward at all truth be told, he just needed time to come up with a reasonable lie. "Well, it's my balls. I keep getting a sharp pain."

"I see" replied Doctor Olive, "That could be a number of things, but it's best we get to the root of the problem as soon as possible."

Sam nodded, "I think so."

"If I could just ask how old you are Mr Peters?"

"19" he replied.

"And are you sexually active?" asked Doctor Olive.

"Err, yes." Replied Sam, which to be honest, wasn't a lie.

"Ok. If you could take off your shoes, jeans and your underpants and lie down on the bed for me." Replied the busty doctor.

"Ok." Replied Sam and he got up from the chair, walked over to the bed and began to take his shoes off.

Doctor Olive walked over and pulled a curtain around the bed, giving Sam some privacy whilst he undressed.

"I realise I will be taking a look at you Mr Peters but I always prefer to give my patients a bit of privacy whilst undressing."

"I understand." replied Sam.

Sam removed his socks, unzipped his jeans and pulled them off, throwing them to the floor, before doing the same with his underpants. He placed them on top of his jeans and climbed onto the bed, he lay down on his back and looked up at the ceiling.

"Are you ready Mr Peters? Asked Doctor Olive.

When Sam replied with yes, the busty doctor pulled the curtain back around into one corner and stepped up to the bed. She slid her glasses further up her nose and glanced at Sam. His balls were big. Each the size of a golf ball. His cock however, was bigger. Doctor Olive was a little taken aback. Sam wasn't erect but was still around 7 inches.

"Right Mr Peters, well, erm, let's see if I can help you with your issue".

"Thanks." he replied, almost laughing.

Doctor Olive pulled out two thin, rubber gloves from her pocket and started to put them on. Once she was done, she gently took Sam's balls in her hands.

"Is there any pain Mr Peters?" she asked.

"Not yet." he replied.

Doctor Olive nodded and began to play with his balls, moving them from hand to hand, stroking them, caressing them. As she continued to do so, she watched as Sam's cock became harder.

"I'm sorry if I...you know."

Sam's cock became harder and harder as Doctor Olive continued to examine his balls. "It's perfectly natural Mr Peters. If I may ask, have your balls always been this big?"

"Er, yeah." Replied Sam. "Is that a problem?"

"Not at all Mr Peters. They are unusually big, which may have something to do with your issue."

"I see" replied Sam.

Doctor Olive continued to move Sam's balls about before stopping and placing them down on the table once more. "No pain Mr Peters?"

"Seems to be fine."

Doctor Olive removed her gloves and placed them in a bin next to the bed. "Well, that's better news than having pain. Could I ask you to stand up for me Mr Peters, just nice and straight?"

Sam nodded and lifted himself up from the bed. He twirled around and stood up. His balls dangled between his legs. His cock was still fully erect.

Doctor Olive bent down to take a look. "I am going to take a look at your penis Mr Peters, just to see if I can feel anything unusual."

"Fine with me." Replied Sam.

The busty doctor knelt down on her knees and took Sam's cock in both her hands. She would be lying if she said she wasn't surprised or shocked. Sam's cock was the biggest she had ever seen.

After feeling his cock for a few minutes, Doctor Olive looked up. She was still on her knees. "Well Mr Peters, there seems to be nothing physically wrong with your penis. When was the last time you had this pain?"

Sam looked down. He couldn't believe this busty doctor was talking to him like this, her face only inches away from his cock. "Last week if I remember correctly."

"Have you had sexual intercourse any time between last week and today?" Doctor Olive asked, looking up and rearranging her glasses.

"Unfortunately, not." Replied Sam, "My Girlfriend went on holiday with her family and I've been focused on this travelling I'm sorting out."

"I see. Well Mr Peters, you may be experiencing CBB" replied Doctor Olive, "It's something quite rare but it's what's known as Chronic Blue Balls."

"CBB?" he asked, knowing perfectly well that this was not the case.

"Yes. When the balls produce too much sperm and need release but doesn't get it." Replied the busty doctor, "I would suggest going home and, for what of a better word, getting some release."

Without thinking, Sam blurted out, "Can't I do it in here?"

Doctor Olive looked up at him. "Err, I'm afraid we don't have the facilities for that Mr Peters. Besides, it is quite a private matter don't you think?"

Sam looked down at her, "Yes of course, Sorry, just blurted it out."

"I understand." Replied Doctor Olive, "Well, if you could just get your clothes-" she was interrupted.

"You could do it!" said Sam.

Doctor Olive froze, "I could do what?"

"Make me cum" replied Sam.

Doctor Olive gave a little laugh, "Mr Peters that is highly inappropriate. I am a professional and I do my job as best I can but I'm afraid that it very inappropriate. I'm a married woman, not to mention almost double your age."

"Age doesn't matter. Makes you a milf."

"I beg your pardon? Mr Peters I am going to have to ask you to leave and-"

"Your husband doesn't have to know. Come on, I bet you suck a load of cock."

Doctor Olive was affronted, "How dare you. I am a respectable doctor and I take my job very seriously. You can't just ask me to give you a handjob and, and-"

"Well, I was thinking more of using your mouth." Replied Sam.

Doctor Olive just stared at him, "Mr Peters, I think that's enough."

"You obviously want my dick otherwise you would have got up. Look at you, on your knees, ready to blow me."

Doctor Olive looked around, almost forgetting that she was still on her knees, "Yes, well. I will be getting up now, this is highly inappropriate."

"Look. All you've gotta do is sit down and let me pound your mouth."

Doctor Olive gasped, wide eyed and started to get up. Sam, however, stopped her. He pushed her shoulders and made her fall back down. She tumbled backwards slightly, sitting down and landing on her ass. Sam moved forwards, his cock only centimetres from the busty doctor's face.

She moved back until she hit the desk.

"Perfect, Doctor. You lean back against the desk and I'll fuck your mouth."

Doctor Olive was up against the desk, her legs stretched outwards along the floor. Sam walked up as close as he could, his legs spread evenly so he had one leg either side of her.

"Mr Peters, please, you cannot-"

She stopped talking as Sam shoved his cock in her mouth. He sighed as he entered her. She was wet and warm. Her tongue felt good. Sam reached down and grabbed her arms, he held them up above her head and continued to thrust in and out of her mouth.

Doctor Olive was powerless. She took his cock in her mouth but not willingly. What the hell is he doing! She thought How dare he do this to me. Her thoughts then went to her husband. Sam was of course, oblivious to all this and continued to ram his cock in and out of her mouth, hitting the back of her throat each time.

The more he facefucked her, the more she gagged. The sound drove him crazy. The busty doctor coughed, spluttered, squealed and gagged as Sam's 8-inch cock was rammed into her mouth.

Before long, Sam grew tired at holding up her arms and although it was an amazing image seeing this woman take his cock in her mouth with her arms up and powerless, he let them drop. He didn't stop facefucking her though. Instead, he grabbed her ponytail and began to bob her head back and forth, as hard as he could.

"Let's try something different." Said Sam.

As he continued to facefuck her, he let go of her ponytail and clamped his hands on her head and pulled her forwards. Sam walked back, and Doctor Olive had no choice but to move forwards.

She fell forwards and had to quickly use her hands for support. Her legs twirled around and she was suddenly on all fours. Sam continued to facefuck the busty doctor. She looked up into eyes and he stared at her.

A minute passed, and Sam had increased his pace. After a chorus of gagging, he pulled his cock out of Doctor Olive's mouth. She took in long, deep breaths. She fell back onto her ass and sat up.

"Mr-Peters-please. This-is-not-" Her voice was cut off again and she squealed as Sam resumed his facefucking and shoved his cock back into her mouth. He thrust in and out, before deciding it was time to upgrade and he slid his cock in deeper.

Sam's cock entered Doctor Olive's throat and her neck bugled outwards. The busty doctor croaked and spluttered. Sam began to thrust again, going deeper but never leaving her throat. Doctor Olive tried to pull away and slapped his knees. Sam finally let her up for air and pushed her off his cock. Saliva dangled from his cock and her lips.

Sam grabbed her by the waist and pulled her up and ripped her shirt open. Buttons flew either side and Doctor Olive yelped. Her massive tits were held in place by a lacy, black bra.

"Mr Peters. My shirt!" she complained.

She didn't have any more time to react as Sam twirled her around and pushed her towards the desk, he told her to climb on and lie on her stomach. The busty doctor was reluctant, so Sam pushed her, helping her onto the desk and turning her around.

He pulled her forwards, so her head was dangling off the edge of the desk. He could see her cleavage squash against the desk which drove him wild.

"Mr Pet-" she was silenced again as Sam rammed his cock into her mouth. He grabbed her head with each hand and held her in place as he thrust back and forth. Her arms flailed about, looking for support but nothing was there, all she could do was grab the edge of the desk.

Sam pounded her mouth relentlessly, not stopping for the next three minutes. He could hear her gagging, it was music to his ears. Every time he hit the back of her throat he smiled. Her mouth felt so good.

Doctor Olive on the other hand wasn't enjoying the experience. Sam's cock was too big and filled her mouth. It was too thick for her. Not to mention his balls kept slapping her chin.

Sam reached down and undid her ponytail, rummaged through her hair. He liked the look, it made her look like she was a cock hungry slut.

Another minute of intense facefucking and Sam stopped, pulled his cock out of her mouth and took a step backwards. He let Doctor Olive take in air before grabbing her waist again and pulled her off the desk. He sat her down on her ass and grabbed his cock, reached under her bra and began to titfuck her.

The busty doctor looked down. His cock was rammed up and down under her bra. She didn't have to press her tits together so that was one thing, but feeling his cock rub against her chest was just wrong.

"Oh shit. Gunna cum soon Doc" said Sam.

Doctor Olive snapped her head up and looked at him, "Do it in my mouth, I don't want it on me, I-I won't be able to explain it!" she asked. She didn't want him to cum in her mouth, far from it – it's just not appropriate – but at least that way she could get rid of the evidence and that would be the end of it.

Sam pulled his cock from her tits and took a step back. Without warning, he exploded. Cum erupted from his cock and covered Doctor Olive. Her face was drenched, her neck and tits were coated in cum. Sam moved his cock and aimed at her shirt – cum splattered against her shirt, some went on her arm and the final couple of shots landed on her skirt.

"What the fuck?!" she shouted, "How much cum did you...what the hell?"

"Looks like you were right Doctor, I do produce loads of cum."

"I asked you to cum in my mouth." she said.

"One, I didn't have time and Two, if I came in your mouth, do you really think you could swallow all that?"

Doctor Olive didn't answer. Instead, she just looked up and pouted. He waved her arms and stood up. She was drenched.

"How in the hell am I going to see my next patients?" she asked, angry and annoyed.

"I don't know Doctor, but I'm feeling much better so thanks for the help." Replied Sam and he walked over to his clothes, redressed and smiled.

"I might book another appointment sometime Doc" he laughed.

"I don't fucking think so young man. I don't want to see you again in the centre. I am absolutely disgusted."

Sam simply laughed and walked out of the door. Doctor Olive looked around, went over to the bed and took out some tissues from a dispenser.

"I am so going to be fired." she said.