Use the regular entrance

Leanne quickly does as she's told, giving you the most amazing view. You consider snapping a photo to savour it further later, but you really don't want to make her angry and miss out on this opportunity.

Her boobs are squished into a pile of papers and her butt is proudly showing off her well-groomed private parts. Somehow, she manages to do the "face down, ass up" pose even with a desk in the way. Of course, the heels help a bit as well. They, and her light brown stockings, just make everything sexier.

You kick off your trousers and walk up to her, cock in hand. That backdoor promise she gave you is mighty tempting... and maybe you can get back to that later... however, there is the issue of comparing the results of the sex you had with Janelle, and also you don't have any lube.

Leanne wiggles her bottom provocatively at you, and you decide to inspect a bit further. Grabbing one buttock in each hand, you squeeze as hard as you can before pushing them apart while separating her labia with your thumbs. They come apart smoothly, each on one side, and of course she's god pussy material as well. You're starting to suspect that everything about her is perfect in some way or another.

You use a middle finger to probe and make small circles at her outer lips. She's practically soaking already, and rewards you with a sultry moan and a begging thrust back for more. You keep teasing her for a bit before inserting the finger without warning. Leanne gasps slightly and flexes around it involuntarily, but it slides easily into the welcoming orifice. Going for the g-spot isn't really worth it in this position, so you explore her vagina with one hand and massage her clitoris with your other. Her butthole contracts now and then as she gets into the fingering, and god damn is it ever a huge temptation...

Putting a thumb on it, you nudge her anus a little, and she responds accordingly with an "ooh!" sound. "Sorry love," you say. "Your ass seems great but I think I'm in the mood for pussy now."

"Whatever you say, hon, I'm ready for you," she agrees. And she really is. You align yourself with your cock at the entrance and bend over her to reach for her breasts. Leanne willingly raises her chest a tiny bit so that you can grab those globes. They feel heavier now that you're the only thing supporting them. Nipples are as hard as before, and just as sensitive. You jam the tits together, press them, pull them apart, but mostly you play with her nips: making crumbling movements, tracing back and forth with your fingers, trying and failing to push them back into the flesh - only for fun.

All the while, your penis is getting lubricated by the friction as the two of you make small, unintentional movements. You put your index finger into Leanne's mouth - which her large bust allows you to do easily without removing your grip - and she devours it into a whirlwind of licking and sucking, not at all like the blowjob you got a few minutes before. Then you withdraw and put your middle finger in instead. It's the one with her juices on, but she doesn't mind. If anything, it seems to turn her on even more.

Eventually, you can't take it any longer, but just as you're about to charge yourself forward, Leanne apparently has the same thought and slams her ass backwards to impale herself to the hilt.

You almost come right then and there. The heat, the lack of friction, the view... and the way Leanne clamps down from the orgasm she went into immediately; if you hadn't climaxed once already you'd be making her cervix glow right now. Luckily, you manage to keep yourself from it - how would you compare coming in Janelle with coming outside of Leanne if you just painted her insides white with the first charge?

As her shockwaves start to subside, you begin rocking back and forth. It isn't the first time you fuck somebody through an orgasm, but you never get tired of how the sensations change with each little muscle spasm. You tug on her nipples and she screams. It's a good scream, a pleased scream, a sex scream - and frightening nonetheless, as it must have alerted other staff and clientele of your mutual exploits.

Frantic, you look at the door before realising that nobody's going to enter. Just like in the hospital, it seems that nobody cares, so you make a mental note to carefully see what you can get away with in public later, before moving your focus back to Leanne. Oops, you didn't even notice pulling back out completely. No matter, though - as squeezable as her mammaries are, it wasn't a great position to go deep, with you crouching over her.

Now, you can go back to how you started: hands on buttocks, cock at slit, and full speed ahead. You quickly pick up the pace and thrust for a minute while she grunts and moans. She's very vocal, and judging by the sounds she's making, probably getting even more pleasure out of this than you.

Bottoming out is not a problem, she accomodates your entire length and you can go as far as you want to, which you happily do. You're not quite done, though. With a quick flick of your wrist, you smack her right cheek suddenly. It wiggles frantically and makes a loud sound, as does Leanne. Interestingly, it only makes her go faster, and she pleads at you: "Yes! Spank me! More! More!"

You're obviously happy to oblige. One slap turns into another. The third and fourth ones are harder, leaving red handmarks on her creamy white derriere, before the fifth one brings her over the edge again.

Fucking someone through an orgasm is one thing, but you're unsure of the protocol here. Do you keep spanking her or should you stop while she finishes peaking?

Eh, nevermind that, you think, and switch hands to get your prints onto both cheeks.

At this point, Leanne is having trouble standing up, and if it wasn't for the desk and for you, she'd be collapsing. Her tits are being smooshed, her ass is red all over, and she has completely lost control over her pussy and her orgasm. The hairbun is still in place, somehow. You grab it and yank her head back. Her boobies fly up and around, and you use your other arm to hold them in place while pushing a breast up.

This way, she's as close to you as you want her to be, she's convulsing but otherwise barely moving, and you can practically use her as a sex toy. With her lingering climax still rippling through her cunt, it doesn't take long to get you ready, and you really, really, REALLY want to cum inside. But you also must know why these weird things are happening to you, and spilling your seed is the first step to that.

So as you feel the first explosion build up in your cock, you quickly leave her eager fuckhole, just barely in time to spray all over her desk and feet. The amount you get out is surprising, to say the least, and once you've finished you take a few stumbling steps back into the chair. Leanne looks back and follows you, sitting down in your lap again, but in a more cuddly position this time.

"You know, you could have come in me," she winks. "I wouldn't mind another baby."

You laugh and kiss her, and she closes her eyes to kiss you back. It's an honest kiss, an heartfelt one, a very enjoyable post-coital sign of affection, and you hold her waist while she leans at you. Occasionally, you sneak an unromantic glance at the side of Leanne's desk, which a cleaning lady is going to be very upset to find later tonight - but there's no sign of glowing, aura, or anything weird at all, really.

"Do you feel more relaxed now, honey?" she asks you sincerely. You do - you really do - and you tell her as such, idly fondling a boob. "I'm glad," she continues. "I'm... well, I'm very experienced, shall we say, but I've never had an orgasm like that before. Certainly not twice. I just wish we were in a bed right now instead."

"Yeah, me too... I can't say I've had anything like this either. This was really special. Thanks for helping me today."

"My pleasure. Though I think I missed lunch completely," she laughs, "but I'm not complaining. Do your eyes feel better as well?"

You choose your words carefully. "It's a bit early to say for sure, but I think they do, yeah." It's a bit of a lie, because you can see a soft yellowish tint emanating from the bottom of the chair - exactly where her sperm-drenched feet are - and you feel a bit guilty, especially since the sex with Janelle was just as good. Then again, it's also kind of the truth: your headache is gone and this was on par with your exploits yesterday, and you don't want to rank your two newfound lovers.

"Say..." Leanne starts, before interrupting herself, unsure of how to continue.

"Yes?"

"If you want to do this again, can I give you my number?" She lowers her voice and blushes. You didn't think she could blush. "You can come inside me next time if you want... or in my bum..." Each word is more silent than the last, and she sounds a bit embarrassed by the last part.

You're trying to not seem too ecstatic about the prospect of finishing deep up her arse, maybe trying out what your penis looks like in the middle of that massive chest... and the cuddling afterwards seems like it would be much better in a bed, like she suggested. Maybe you could go slowly, lovingly, and see what difference it makes. Maybe even impreg-... there are a thousand things you'd like to try with Leanne, and you gladly exchange numbers.

As you get dressed and move to open the door, Leanne is still in a state of bliss, and she's nowhere near ready to assemble herself again. Her next patient is going to get a very hazy examination, probably in a different room.

You say goodbye, with her card in your pocket, and head out. The receptionist gives you a coy, longing glance. She even bites her lip a little. But she doesn't pursue you, and you're in no state - physically or mentally - to start something new with another woman right now.

"Thanks for your help!" you offer.

"No, thank you, mr Doe!" the receptionist replies. "She's always on edge when she hasn't been shagged in a few days."

You pause. Can she really say that out loud, just like that?! But apparently that's normal now that you've entered the picture, so you laugh as if you knew exactly what she meant.

Serendipitously, though, it gives you a chance to strike up the subject without it being weird. You ask her as you pay, "so you don't think it's weird that we just had loud sex in your workplace, then?"

"Oh no, not at all. After all, it's just you. I mean, not 'just' you. I mean..."

You laugh again, sincerely this time. "I understand," you say, "just an awkward turn of phrase. I hope we didn't disturb anything. She's quite loud."

"I'll say! But don't worry about that. Nobody would find it odd at all if you came here to screw any of the doctors."

"... why the doctors?"

She stumbles over her words, unsure of what to say, as if you just asked something really simple that she can't answer. "I, I..." she tries, before finding something to say. "I mean, it's not like you could fuck anyone else here, is it?"

"No, I guess not," you laugh again. But you're back to the fake laughter, because frankly, you have no idea why you can't, nor why you can fuck any of the doctors.

Still, your brief conversation with the cute and interested but apparently out-of-bounds receptionist has given you new food for thought. And you have a lot to think about.