Dr. Amelia Wright, chronically stressed senior doctor

Dr. Amelia Wright walked down the hall of the Municipal City Hospital, back to her office after making her rounds feeling slightly frustrated. As a senior doctor, part of her job was to ensure the health of all patients under her care and those of the doctors she presided over. It may have just been part of the job, but Dr. Wright took it very seriously. She might not take the time to personally inspect and talk to every individual patient, but every hour or so she made sure to take a break from paperwork and the like to make sure everything was running smoothly and every patient was receiving the care they required. Dr. Wright often heard from patients who appreciated her attention and first-class work to ensure their health, but she also sometimes experienced some less savory attention. It was hardly the first time a patient had tried to flirt with her in appreciation, but it never annoyed her less when it happened. She was a professional, after all, and a hospital was hardly the time or the place for such things.

She was a hair over 5'7" tall, with a curvy though not quite what one would call "voluptuous" body. Her shimmering black hair went down a bit past her shoulders when she left it down, though right now she had it in a bun as she usually does. She had always disliked her E-cup breasts, both for the unwanted attention that some people gave her because of them and the back pain they caused. Her taut, but round ass had a similar effect. Dr. Wright tried to cover her "assets" as best she could: a stylish but relatively loose fitting grey sweater, plain black slacks, and comfortable sneakers for walking around the hospital in.

Dr. Wright wanted to make sure every patient under her supervision would be able to lead happy and healthy lives, as she had since she first dreamed of being a doctor as a child, but even she couldn't deny the stress the job can have on you. Long nights, early mornings, stiff legs from walking, and some truly harrowing situations with someone's life on the line were things not everyone could handle effectively. Add in the occasional moment of harassment and her constantly aching back, and Dr. Wright would admit that while she'd never give it up, she still sometimes wondered what life would be like if she had gone down a different path.

As she approached her office, Amelia was approached by one of her nurses, Nurse Margaret. Margaret was always a dear, cheery to a fault no matter the circumstances and always there with a joke or a cup of coffee to pep you up when needed. "Hey, Margaret." Dr. Wright said, trying her best to seem less stressed than she was. "Hey, Doctor!" replied Margaret, somehow even cheerier than usual. "Listen, someone came by saying they had to talk to you about something, so I went ahead and let them into your office!"

Dr. Wright was startled to the point of silence. Margaret just...let someone into her office? Alone? On their word? There's all sorts of people who would take advantage of being ina senior doctor's personal office without supervision! That Margaret would be so stupid to allow that is...

~If Nurse Margaret lets someone into Dr. Amelia Wright's office, then they must be trustworthy. This sort of thing happens from time to time, and it's nothing to react to.~

...totally fine. Margaret was always a good judge of character, and if she felt it was alright to let someone into her office, then it was certainly fine. Whoever this man was, they were certainly trustworthy.

Dr. Wright nodded. "Alright, thanks Margaret. Did they mention what they're here to talk about?" Margaret took a moment to think about it. "They didn't go into specifics, but they mentioned some sort of experimental treatment they were working on that they wanted to discuss with you. Something about muscular pain?"

Huh. Interesting. It was true that she specialized in Orthopedic medicine in school, but she had been in general care for quite some time. She thought it a bit odd that someone would want to talk to her, specifically, about such a treatment, but she supposed there were worse people to talk to. Whatever it was...

~Anyone who would go out of their way to have a meeting with a doctor is worth hearing out, and any treatments they suggest are worth testing in the name of science and patient care. Who knows what could be the next medical breakthrough, after all.~

...Dr. Wright was interested in hearing them out.

Dr. Amelia Wright entered her office and found it to be, mostly, as she remembered. Amelia had been granted quite a nice office in acknowledgement of her diligence and work ethic; the wood paneling and rug in the middle of the room gave it a feeling of coziness that wasn't usual in the hospital, but it made up for it by being relatively small. Outside of Dr. Wright's mahogany executive desk and the chairs behind and in front of it, there wasn't room for much else besides the bookcase she kept medical journals and textbooks in and her diploma's hanging on the wall. Everything was as she remembered, save for the man seated in front of her desk who was evidently waiting for her, with a small briefcase sitting on the floor next to the chair.

The man stood up as he saw Dr. Wright enter the office. "Ah! Dr. Amelia Wright, I presume? I hope this isn't a bad time." He said as he offered his hand. Dr. Wright gave a polite smile as she shook it. "Not at all, I just finished performing my rounds, in fact." She walked around to the far side of her desk and took a seat. "Now, what exactly was it that you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Well, I've discovered an incredible remedy for muscle pain! It's truly remarkable, if I do say so myself. The exact remedy and its physical application is admittedly a bit...non-conventional, but I assure you the results speak for themselves!" Dr. Wright couldn't help but scoff a bit at the man's claim, but quickly composed herself. "Sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but you have to understand that miracle cures like what you're suggesting you have are a dime a dozen these days, and usually not worth the price at all." She said. The man smiled in response. "I completely understand your skepticism, Dr. Wright, but please just hear me out. Once you know the details and allow me to demonstrate, I assure you my cure really is a miracle!"

Dr. Wright leaned back in her chair and motioned for the man to continue. "You see, I work as a chemist at a laboratory in the city, and as part of an experiment I was conducting I drank a cocktail of sorts intended to cure some back pain I've had since I was younger. At first it didn't seem to have any effect, but after some experimentation I discovered it had given me an incredible ability: the fluid secreted by my seminal vesticles can cure mild to moderate myalgia!

Dr. Wright took a moment to consider what the man said. "The fluid created by your..." she pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance, now feeling rather confident this man was attempting to prank her as she realized what he was saying. "You're saying your semen can get rid of muscle aches?"

"Oh, yes!" the man said, continuing to smile at the clearly annoyed doctor. "Only when applied in a very particular manner, however: topically, such that it can be absorbed quickly into the subjects mammary glands, and it must be very soon after extraction..."

Dr. Amelia Wright threw her hands into the air in exasperation. She'd find it humorous if she didn't feel so insulted. "So your semen can get rid of muscle pain but only if you come directly onto someones breasts? I'm sorry sir, but I believe you've overstayed your welcome." She got up from her chair and walked around to the front of her desk, directly confronting the man and pointing towards the door. "If you leave now, I'll let you go quietly without calling security."

"Now now, Dr. Wright, I understand this might sound like a joke, but I assure you it is quite real!" Said the man, without losing his smirk at all. "We can test it out right now, if you'd like. Surely if you doubt my claims, then an experiment is in order?"

Dr. Wright thought about it for a moment. The man's claims were out of line, and clearly false, and yet...she had a duty to test any and every possible claim, didn't she? If there was even the slightest chance the man's ejaculate was as miraculous as he claimed, then Dr. Wright had a duty to investigate such claims until there was no doubt one way or another. Even if she wasn't excited about what it would entail. If nothing else, if it had the slightest chance of alleviating the pain her breasts caused her, she might as well try it.

"...very well. We'll do a test to see if your claims are true." said Dr. Wright with a sigh, "but if it turns out you're lying I'll have you arrested for sexual harassment. Is that clear?"

"Of course doctor! If someone were lying about something like this, that's the least of what they'd deserve, though again I assure you I am quite serious!"

The man picked up his briefcase and opened it as he continued speaking. "Now doctor, there are a few things you should know before we get properly started," he said. "First of all, the extraction is fastest with direct contact between my penis and the breast tissue. I know it's somewhat inappropriate, but if you want this to be done quickly I highly recommend you remove your shirt so you can bring me to climax with your bust. Obviously I don't want any discomfort for either of us caused by friction, so I took the liberty of bringing some lotion with me to act as a lubricant." Dr. Wright nodded along to his explanation as she dutifully took off her coat and shirt. While still contained within her plain black bra, for now, she still felt herself getting embarassed as the man started staring at her ample chest while pulling out the bottle of lotion. "In addition, both the procedure for extraction and the substance itself have had some side effects in my previous tests. Most commonly, a significant increase in arousal and spontaneous sexual climax in the one receiving the treatment.

Dr. Amelia Wright couldn't help but roll her eyes as she undid the clasp of her bra. Of course giving the man a boobjob would make her orgasm. Dr. Wright was more convinced than ever that this was a hoax, but she still had a duty to test the mans claims. She took off her bra allowing her prodigious bust to come free, then put her doctors coat back on for...some reason. She wasn't exactly sure why, it didn't seem essential for the procedure, but something made her feel like she needed to be wearing it while titfucking the man.

...? Where did such a vulgar thought come from? Amelia thought, as she kneeled down on the rug in front of the man. She looked at the man's groin to see her target, and couldn't help but stare at the bulge in his pants. She was shocked; he was one of the most well-endowed men she had ever seen, and as he slowly massaged his member through his pants to become even larger she thought he might just take the top prize. But such thoughts were for personal time, not an important scientific experiment.

Eventually, the man undid the zipper on his trousers and freed his member, and even knowing how large it was from the bulge Amelia couldn't help but gasp. Would her breasts even be big enough to fit around it? She thought, as the man applied the lotion to his cock. After ensuring it was properly lubricated, he leaned back and motioned for Amelia to get started.

Dr. Wright realized this was her last chance to back out, to kick this man out of her office for making such a perverted suggestion towards someone in her position. But, she knew that if she got rid of him she'd have niggling doubts for the rest of her life. And what if he was telling the truth, and her haste to be out of this situation delayed a potentially groundbreaking new treatment? No, she had to do this just to be sure. Amelia parted her breasts and slowly wrapped them around the man's penis.

Dr. Wright felt a shock go through her body as her flesh made contact with the man's member, a jolt of arousal going straight from her chest to her vagina. She hesitated for a moment in the pleasure, stifling a moan as she waited for the feeling to pass,though it never really did. Slowly, the doctor started working the man's cock, alternating her breasts up and down to bring pleasure to the man. She had never done something like this before; she wasn't especially experienced with men and the few she had ever gotten sexual with never lasted long enough to dare request such a thing. And yet, based on the man's groans of pleasure and the dexterity she could feel herself working with, she seemed to be a natural.

Dr. Amelia Wright couldn't help but moan herself as she adjusted her technique, methodically moving her breasts simultaneously up and down around the hard cock before her in long strokes. She had been skeptical before, but somehow the man's warning appeared to be true: as her breasts went up and down around his dick, she felt herself becoming more and more aroused, the jolts of pleasure travelling through her body almost making her feel like she was having sex with the man rather than performing a sexual act upon him. As she steadily got lost in the feeling of sexually pleasuring the man, she absentmindedly stuck her tongue out and started licking the tip of his penis; she wasn't sure if it was the lotion the man had used or simply the situation, but he tasted absolutely divine.

Dr. Wright continued to work the man's shaft up and down with her breasts, at first licking but eventually sucking on the tip of his penis whenever it came into view. She moaned in pleasure at the feeling of the cock between her breasts, the cock between her lips; eventually she finally tasted the first bit of precum ooze from the man's member, and something about it drove her absolutely wild. She locked her lips around the tip of the man's penis and started sucking with aplomb, moving her breasts in much shorter, faster motions to try and get more out of the shaft. The man loudly groaned in response, only driving Amelia to work even harder to make the man come. She felt the wetness between her legs, her pussy twitch and quiver as she moved her breasts around the man's cock, titfucking him with all her might. She noted how vulgar that thought was again, how out of character it was for her to think of what's supposed to be a scientific test in such terms. She also noted how she must look to the man right now, bust covered in precum and lotion, tongue licking his cock with her lips wrapped around it, and her hair still in a bun but certainly quite unkempt at this point but she didn't care; she was hornier than she had ever been in her life and she wanted to make this man come. She giggled with her mouth still locked around the cock when she felt the shaft twitch between her tits, knowing the release she wanted to happen was going to happen soon.

"Haaaaaaaaaa...doctor, your enthusiasm for this treatment is wonderful, but my...oh fuck...my ejaculate needs to be applied topically to your breasts to-" Amelia pulled her mouth off the man's dick with an audible plop as she looked directly up at him, lust in her eyes. "You need to jizz on my tits, I know. You need to release your hot, sticky...mmmmm...load all over my breasts. Do it...do it now! I'm so fucking horny, I need you to come all over me..."

Something came over the man when he heard the normally conservative doctor talk like that. He placed his hands over the doctor's on her breasts and stood up abruptly, pistoning his hips back and forth as he fucked her chest as hard as he could. Dr. Wright moaned and groaned at the stimulation; she didn't feel like she was getting fucked, this felt better than getting fucked ever had! Eventually the man pulled his cock out from between her breasts and started jerking off quickly; Dr. Wright was left to pinch her nipples and rub her breasts as she waited for him to release.

It didn't take long for the man to unload directly onto Amelia's breasts, and the effects were instantaneous. The pleasure that had been building up in Amelia was released the moment the first rope of semen hit her breasts, and she came harder than she ever had in her life. So aroused she couldn't even scream, only shake and shiver in orgasm in silence as strand after strand of the man's ejaculate landed on her chest. Holy shit, he was coming so much! And every bit of the sticky substance that landed on her caused an aftershock to rock through her body, prolonging her mindshattering orgasm. The man tried to tell her something, but Dr. Amelia Wright was too lost in the pleasure to hear him. She massaged her breasts, working the man's come into her flesh and grinning like a fool the entire time. Eventually, the pleasure proved to be too much, and she slowly passed out as she melted to the floor.

"...Wright? Dr. Wright? Dr. Wright!"

Dr. Amelia Wright awoke with a start, lifting her head off of the desk in her room. It seemed she had fallen asleep in her office. "Yes! Yes, sorry, I'm awake. Urgh...what...?" She leaned back in her chair, taking in her surroundings. Her desk was neat as usual, and nothing seemed out of place. She had, embarrasssingly enough, drooled a little in her sleep, but luckily she was leaning over her desk so none of it got on her sweater or coat.

Nurse Margaret was standing before her smiling. "Good morning Doctor!" she teased. When Amelia panicked and started looking for her phone to check the time, Margaret laughed a bit and continued. "It's not actually morning, it's only been a couple of hours. You didn't come for your usual rounds, so I decided to check in on you. Looks like you were having a nice dream! Seems like that nap did you some good."

Dr. Amelia Wright breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, she remembered now, she had that impromptu meeting with a man about a potential treatment for muscle aches. He had presented graphs and study findings on his ideas; they were promising, but his sample sizes were a touch too small. Dr. Wright unfortunately couldn't promise him additional funding or assistance without approval from higher-ups, but she encouraged him to petition them directly and that she'd offer assistance in any way she could, and the meeting ended on a positive note. Then...she started working on paperwork, and must have dozed off.

"Geez, I didn't realize I was that tired. Maybe I should head home early today." She stood and stretched for a moment, feeling rather plesant all things considered. There was a glow about her that certainly wasn't there, and...her back didn't hurt at all! She was so used to the pain her breasts caused her that the feeling of it being gone was all she needed to start beaming. "You're right though, Margaret. That nap did me a lot of good."

~fin~