A special goodbye

The last day of your recovery, and your last official session with Dr. Carter has arrived. When you arrive at her office, the door is already cracked open, the blinds drawn. The scent of her perfume - something rich, floral, and intoxicating - hits you the moment you step inside. She’s seated behind her desk, her lab coat draped over the back of her chair, her fingers steepled in front of her. But the second she sees you, she stands, and your breath catches.

A tight, crimson blouse clings to her curves, the top three buttons undone to reveal the swell of her full, heavy tits. The fabric is thin, nearly translucent in the right light, and you can already see the dark lace of her bra beneath. Her skirt is a scandalous black pencil cut that barely covers her ass - hugging her hips and leaving little to the imagination. Especially when she bends over to adjust a file on her desk, giving you a perfect view of her toned legs and the shadow between them. Her heels are tall, sharp, and fuck-me red. Her hair, usually in that severe bun is cascading in loose waves over her shoulders, framing her face like a fucking fantasy. Her lipstick is a deep, sinful crimson - already slightly smudged, like she’s been biting her lip in anticipation.

"You’re looking much better," she purrs, her voice dripping with something far from professional. "But I think we should do one last thorough examination… just to be sure." She doesn’t wait for your response. Instead, she locks the office door with a sharp click, then saunters toward you, her hips swaying with every movement.

She doesn’t waste time. Dropping to her knees in front of you, she looks up with those dark, hungry eyes, her fingers already working at your belt. "You’ve been such a good patient," she murmurs, her breath hot against the growing bulge in your pants. "Let me give you a proper send-off."

The second your cock is out, she wraps those full, glossy lips around the head and sinks down, taking you to the back of her throat in one smooth motion without a single gag. The warmth, the wetness - fuck, she’s good at this. Her lips seal around your cock, her tongue swirling and her cheeks hollowing as she bobs her head. Her hands gripping your thighs like she’s worshipping you. The wet, sloppy sounds fill the office, mixing with your ragged breaths and her little moans of pleasure.

"Fuck, just like that," you growl.

"You like that, don’t you?" she murmurs, pulling back just long enough to speak before diving down again, her lips stretched obscenely around you. Her free hand slides up, cupping your balls, massaging them as she works you over, her pace relentless. You tangle your fingers in her hair, guiding her, but she doesn’t need it. She knows exactly what you want. You groan, thrusting up into her mouth, and she takes it, gagging just a little before swallowing around you, her throat fluttering. Her tits spill out of her blouse as she leans forward, the lace of her bra straining against her nipples, and you can’t resist - you reach down and squeeze, pinching one hard nub between your fingers. She moans around your cock, the vibration making your knees weak.

You can’t take it anymore. With a growl, you pull her up by her hair, spinning her around and pressing her against her own desk. Papers scatter as you shove her down, her ass perched on the edge, her legs spreading instinctively for you.

"God, look at you," you groan, your hands immediately going to her blouse. Buttons pop as you tear it open, revealing the black lace bra barely containing her massive tits. You don’t bother with the clasp. You just yank the cups down, freeing them, and fuck, they’re perfect. Big, heavy, full, her nipples already hard and begging for attention.

You palm one, squeezing hard, then dive in, your mouth sealing around one stiff peak, your hand kneading the other. She gasps, her back arching, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk as you devour her. You switch sides, lavishing each breast with bites, sucks, and long, slow licks, her skin glistening with your saliva.

"Y-Yes... fuck-" she whimpers, her voice breaking as you give her nipple a sharp tug with your teeth. "More... please-"

You oblige, your free hand sliding down between her legs, finding her soaked through her panties. A growl rumbles in your chest as you rub her, her hips bucking against your fingers. "Such a dirty doctor," you murmur against her skin. "Getting this wet for your patient."

"I want your cock between my tits," she pants, her voice ****.

You don’t need to be told twice. You sit back in her office chair as she throws her blouse and bra away. She straddles you, her tits pressed together around your shaft. She spits on you, her saliva dripping down your length before she starts fucking you with her tits, her movements slow and deliberate, her nipples dragging against your skin. The sight of you disappearing between her cleavage, the way she bites her lip as she works you.

"You’re so good at this," you groan, leaning back.

She grins, wicked and proud. "It's what I'm for."

You can’t take it anymore. You spin her around again, bending her over her desk, her ass on full display as you yank her skirt up and her panties down. She’s dripping, her pussy glistening, and you can’t wait another second. You slap her ass, making her yelp before you slam into her in one rough thrust.

She screams, her nails scraping against the wood as you fill her completely. "Fuck-! Yes!" she cries, pushing back against you, her tits pressing against the desk as you pound into her. You don’t go slow. You don’t go gentle. You fuck her like you own her. Hard, deep, her tits bouncing with every thrust, her moans filling the office.

"Harder," she gasps, pushing back against you. "I want to feel you for days."

You obey, gripping her hips so tight you’ll leave bruises, pounding into her until she’s screaming, her orgasm crashing over her. The office becomes a blur of motion - her moans, the slap of skin, the creak of the desk as you fuck her hard. You grab her hair, yanking her head back as you drill into her, her pussy clenching around you like she never wants you to stop. Her pussy milks you, and with a final, brutal thrust, you come deep inside her, your cum filling her as she shatters around you, her entire body trembling as she rides out her own orgasm.

She collapses against the desk, breathing hard, her body glistening with sweat. You pull out slowly, watching your cum drip down her thighs. Her desk now a wreck of scattered papers and medical equipment. She turns around, her lips finding yours in a slow, deep kiss. "Mmm…" she hums against your mouth. "I think you’re fully recovered."

You smirk. "Oh, I am. But I have a feeling I’ll be needing follow-up appointments."

She laughs, low and throaty, as she finally straightens up, adjusting what’s left of her clothes - though her lipstick is ruined, her hair a mess, and her blouse is missing half its buttons. You grin, pulling her in for one last, deep kiss. She bites your lower lip before pulling away, her professional mask sliding back into place

"Get dressed," she orders, but there’s no real authority in her voice. You laugh, but you don’t argue.