He will take the Blowjob

A quick glance at the wall clock yanked Seth back to reality amid the haze of her teasing touch—only ten minutes left, the clinic's bustle a reminder that full sex would be disastrously loud, with moans and creaks inviting unwanted interruptions.

Stay sharp, he urged himself, fingers digging into the exam table for stability, even as her perfume and grip threatened to unravel him. Burying deep in her 'lower lips' as the Doctor referred to her pussy as, tempted Seth wildly, her curves promising a clenching, heated bliss, but time was the enemy here.

Rapid mental calculations followed, cutting through the arousal fog. Those massive breasts for a boobjob? Enticing, all jiggling softness enveloping him, yet the splatter across her cleavage and blouse spelled cleanup chaos. Thighs offered similar allure—slick, toned friction from her stocking-clad legs—but mess and minutes to fix it? No go. Efficiency demanded something contained and swift: her mouth, warm and evidence-free if swallowed. Meeting her gaze steadily, he declared, "Your mouth. I want you to use your mouth—we don't have much time."

Dr. Hargrove blinked in real surprise, brows lifting before a thrilled grin bloomed on her lips. "Just that? When the full spread's on offer?" she teased, eyes igniting with eager spark as if he'd gifted her something rare. Wasting no seconds, she unzipped his jeans with practiced ease, pulling them low to unleash his pulsing erection. Licking her lips in appreciation, she eyed it like a prized indulgence, then bent to deliver a soft, prolonged kiss to the tip—it jerked in response, pleasure knifing through him as Seth stifled a moan, clutching her golden hair for anchor.

She widened those painted lips in a slow, deliberate welcome. The crimson gloss caught the harsh fluorescent light of the exam room. Dr. Hargrove leaned forward. Her breath became a warm prelude against Seth's exposed skin.

Swallowing his shaft whole into the slick, enveloping warmth of her mouth, she created a cocoon of sensation. It was both intimate and overpowering. Her inner cheeks formed a tight, velvety seal around his throbbing length. They drew him deeper with an effortless pull. This made Seth's toes curl against the cold tile floor.

Intensity mounted gradually at first. It started as a simmering build-up. The sensation escalated with each rhythmic motion of her head. She began with languid, teasing bobs. These explored every inch. Dr. Hargrove's platinum blonde waves swayed like a hypnotic pendulum. They brushed softly against his thighs. This added to the tactile overload.

Then, the pace quickened. It became a fervent, almost urgent rhythm. Her cheeks drew inward with each insistent suck. This created a vacuum of pleasure. It tugged at Seth relentlessly. The wet sounds of her efforts filled the confined space. They echoed like a forbidden symphony. These were muffled only by her own controlled enthusiasm.

Her tongue wove pure magic underneath. It acted like a dexterous serpent. The tongue spiralled along the sensitive shaft in intricate patterns. It circled the base. Then it traced upward in lazy loops. Sharp, precise flicks hit the ridge. These sent electric jolts racing up Seth's spine.

Said jolts elicited involuntary thrusts from his hips. This happened despite Seth’s desperate attempts at hushed restraint. Seth's muscles tensed. He fought to keep quiet. The clinic's thin walls made silence crucial.

Kneeling there before him on the sterile floor, Dr. Hargrove's form overwhelmed Seth’s senses. It did so in every conceivable way. The generous swell of her breasts grazed Seth's thighs. This happened through the thin fabric of her blouse. The material whispered against his skin with each subtle shift.

The slit in her pencil skirt climbed higher with her movements. It teased glimpses of bare, toned flesh. This flesh glistened faintly under the lights. Her stockings added a silky friction. It heightened the erotic tableau.

All the while, a subtle hum vibrated through Seth. It came from deep in her throat. This was a low-frequency resonance. It amplified every sensation like an internal earthquake. Dr. Hargrove's hands enhanced the torment. They did so with masterful coordination.

One hand wrapped firmly at the base. It pumped in rhythmic harmony with her bobs. Her fingers squeezed just enough. This built pressure without overwhelming. The other hand tenderly rolled his balls in her palm. It kneaded them with gentle, rolling motions.

These coaxed even more urgency from Seth's loins. Dr Hargrove’s nails occasionally grazed lightly. This added a spark of contrast.

The buildup proved utterly unbearable. It was a coiling tension deep in his abdomen. This twisted tighter and tighter. It felt like a spring wound to its limit. Every nerve ending screamed for release.

The slurps from Dr. Hargrove's mouth grew barely muffled. This happened in the tight, echoing confines of the small exam room. The sounds threatened to betray them. Anyone passing by in the hallway outside could hear.

Release hit suddenly and explosively. It crashed over Seth with a throttled groan. He barely managed to stifle it. He did so by biting down on his knuckles. His body arched involuntarily.

Hot surges flooded her mouth. They came in powerful, rhythmic pulses. Each one was a wave of ecstasy. It left him trembling and breathless.

Dr. Hargrove devoured it all. She did so without a moment's hesitation. Her throat bobbed greedily in visible contractions. She captured every last bit. Her tongue swirled to ensure nothing escaped.

Her piercing blue eyes locked onto Seth's throughout. They brimmed with a mix of triumphant satisfaction and unquenched lust. This made the moment feel even more intimate and commanding.

Easing off with a quiet, deliberate pop, she let it echo softly in the air. A thin string of saliva stretched. It then snapped like a fragile thread between them.

Dr. Hargrove rose gracefully from her knees. Her movements were fluid and unhurried. This was despite the urgency of the clock. She dabbed delicately at the corner of her mouth. She used the pad of her thumb. This erased any lingering evidence.

Her full lips curved into a satisfied, knowing smile. It hinted at secrets shared.

With the clock on the wall marking the precise end of their allotted time, its hands ticked over. It had an almost audible finality. This snapped the bubble of their illicit encounter.

Pivoting smoothly toward her desk, Dr. Hargrove’s heels clicked softly on the tile. But before reaching for her makeup, she detoured to the small sink in the corner of the exam room—a standard fixture for quick clean-ups in the clinic. She turned on the faucet with a twist, letting cool water stream out, then grabbed a small bottle of mouthwash from the cabinet above—minty fresh, the kind kept for patient use but perfect for this.

Pouring a capful, she swished it around her mouth vigorously, the sharp, tingling sensation cleansing away any remnants of Seth's taste, gargling briefly before spitting into the basin with a satisfied sigh. She rinsed once more with plain water for good measure, ensuring her breath was impeccably fresh, her movements efficient and composed, as if this were just another routine step in her day. Satisfied, she patted her lips dry with a paper towel from the dispenser, discarding it neatly in the bin.

Only then did she retrieve a slim tube of lipstick from a discreet drawer in her desk. She twisted it open with practiced ease.

She applied a fresh layer. She did this in front of a small handheld mirror. It affirmed her unflappable poise. Not a single hair was out of place. There was no smudge on her flawless makeup.

The business card she extended to Seth moments later bore none of the standard clinic details. One might expect those. There was no printed name. There were no office hours. There was no sterile professionalism.

Instead, Dr. Hargrove picked up a blank card from her desk drawer, her fingers graceful as she held it between thumb and forefinger. With a sly smile playing on her full lips, she brought it close to her mouth, pursing them slightly before pressing a firm, deliberate kiss onto the surface—leaving behind a vivid crimson imprint that captured the perfect outline of her pout, the gloss transferring just enough to make it shimmer under the light. She blew on it gently to dry the mark, ensuring it set without smudging.

The imprint was still slightly tacky to the touch. It was accompanied by her home address. This was scrawled in graceful, looping script. It spoke of elegance and invitation.

But before handing it over, Dr. Hargrove paused, her pen hovering as she added the final touch—scribbling her personal cell number in bold, flowing numerals beneath the address, each digit precise and inviting. "This is my private line," she explained softly, her voice a velvet whisper meant only for him, "not the clinic's switchboard. It's for you alone—my personal contact details, day or night, no secretaries or voicemails in between. Use it whenever the urge strikes."

Leaning in one final time, she brushed her lips feather-light against Seth's cheek. The gesture lingered just long enough. It imprinted her warmth and scent onto his skin. She murmured in a low, conspiratorial tone. Her breath tickled his ear.

"Call me anytime for... private sessions. We'll Savor the rest of that menu clock-free. Without a single interruption to rush us."

Seth could only nod in dazed agreement. His fingers closed around the card. He tucked it securely into his pocket. The paper felt like a talisman of future possibilities.

She showed him out with a gentle hand on his back. The door's click sealed the moment behind him. It left Seth adrift in the brightly lit hallway.