Doctors Visit – Job / Place-of-work Sex Stories

 It was his first appointment with Dr. Rana. His frustration levels had been increasing as work, wife, and children demands on his time became overlapping and overwhelming. Finally, after a blow up over a weekend, the wife had had enough.
He was to seek counseling to help relieve the tension that was building up. He sat in the waiting room reading a magazine in a bitter mood about having to be in counseling. Dr. Rana came into the waiting room and introduced herself while inviting him back to her office. Things are looking up! he thought when I gazed upon her. His mood almost immediately improved as he followed her down a hallway, getting turned on by the way her hips and butt swayed as she walked. She was a tiny woman, standing only 5 feet tall. She had close cropped black hair that fell mid neck and framed her oval face. Her eyes were smokey and dark. She had an hour glass figure, smaller sized breasts and an ample ass.
Her caramel skin looked smooth and soft. She was delicious. She wore bright pink sleeveless blouse with a demure neckline, but a mid thigh dark gray skirt that looked like it might ride up when she sat down.
Dr. Rana had an attractive male client eyeing her as she walked down the hall to her office. She could feel his eyes boring into her assets and she purposefully exaggerated her gait so that her hips swung more prominently. Why am I feeling so flirty? She asked herself as she smiled internally that a handsome man was ogling her ass. Feeling more like a horny teenager than a psychotherapist, she quickly did personal inventory: it was two weeks out since her last period, she felt flushed, she had a tingling in her clit as she walked, she felt a dampness in the crotch of her panties, and her nipples were sensitive and hard. Shit, she thought, either I’m ovulating or I’m going to be in the next day or two. As she opened her office door and let her new client pass her, she felt a bit weak in the knees. He was muscular, unshaven face of a day or so, and gruff looking. He had blue/gray eyes that were steely and firm, plus he smelled like a lumberjack god, earthy and sweetly musky.
Her office was cozy, furnished with a leather armchair, a small desk under the window, an upholstered sofa, and a coffee table. Art hung from two walls, and windows viewing the street corner below and the apartment building across the street were the hangings for the other two walls. She asked him to sit, and he took a place on the couch. He had been developing a hard on so he leaned back a bit to give himself room, hoping that he would be able to sit up comfortably in a few minutes. Dr. Rana sat down in the leather armchair and crossed her legs. As she did, he caught a glimpse up her skirt and saw her hot pink panties. He wasn’t very subtle and got caught in the act, when he looked up from her legs she was looking directly into his eyes. Now his mind was working overtime on what was up her skirt and my hard-on began to grow more causing a tent in his shorts. He sat up to hide it, but ended up fidgeting to get comfortable with the mass trying to escape. Dr. Huang adjusted her skirt by pulling it down a bit farther, and re-positioned herself. It felt hotter in the room suddenly and he began to sweat a bit.
As he took his seat on the couch, she glimpsed a obvious lump in the front of his shorts. She felt herself leak a little of her love juice from her canal. What is wrong with me? Her pussy responded, I want, no I NEED that man’s cock buried all the way to the hilt inside me. Rana agreed. Her client had reclined a bit on the couch to either display his erection, or to make room for it in his shorts. As Rana sat down in her chair, she ogled it briefly, then because her clit and pussy lips seemed to be itching for attention, she uncrossed and recrossed her legs, making sure to give a decent show, but also making sure that there was some friction for herself so that maybe her arousal would subside. As she watched her client examine her panties when they were briefly in view, she knew that there wasn’t anyway that she was getting through this day without at least 3 orgasms. Likely from her fingers, or from her new toy in the bottom drawer of her desk. Her client sat up and tried to hid his erection after their eyes met when she flashed him; it was clear that he was in turmoil, but just as horny as she was.“Let’s get started”, she began. “Do you have a preference for what you are called?” She got out a legal pad and a pen to take notes, and cleared her throat.
“Matt is fine,” he said, giving her yet another once over with his eyes. He took note of her bare legs and how flawless her skin was. He noticed that her nipples seemed to be trying to escape from her blouse, which meant she wasn’t wearing a bra. His dick was throbbing at the thought. Rana began asking him the standard set of questions about why he was here, family history, and what he hoped to accomplish while working with her. He was barely able to focus on what she was asking him, lost as he was in her lips as they moved, ogling her breasts and legs as she crossed and uncrossed her legs again, this time without showing any panties. He was beginning to bead sweat on his forehead and tried with all his might to not focus on how beautiful Dr. Rana was and focus on the task at hand. His mind, however was busily eating her pussy, sucking on her breasts, and being balls deep in her velvet vice.
Rana was equally unfocused, she was asking questions, but on her legal pad she was doodling a veiny and hard cock that was ejaculating profusely instead of taking notes. Every time she looked up from her doodle, she looked him in the eyes and imagined him ravishing her on her desk, or on the couch, or standing up at her office door. The room began to take on a whole different atmosphere, as the pheromones of both of them filled the space. She could feel her pussy leaking her love juices and before long she got a whiff of her personal musk in the air. God, I hope he doesn’t smell that! She wailed in her own head. She was aroused when it came time to ask the infidelity questions that are standard for incoming patients. She stood up before asking and carefully placed her doodle pad face down on her desk as she slowly paced around the room.
“Matt, I have to ask, do you think your spouse is faithful to the marriage?”“Without a doubt,” was his quick response. Each of them relishing the introduction of a current partner to lighten the tension in the room.
“What about you? Have you been faithful to the marriage?”“Yes, Dr.” He had been dabbing the beading sweat on his forehead with his handkerchief.“Is it hot in here to you? You seem to be sweating.”“It is crazy warm in here, Doc,” he offered.
“Please, call me Rana. Let me turn on the A/C and make a quick phone call. OK?” She walked over to her desk, picked up the phone and made a quick call. Matt only heard a snippet of it, but was more interested with how Rana was moving. She twirled a finger in her hair while she made the phone call, and slightly bent over the desk. When she was done, she went to the thermostat and turned on the A/C.
“Do you mind if I sit on the couch with you? The chair is very uncomfortable when it’s this warm in here.”
“I don’t mind at all. Please do sit,” Matt tried to sound normal, and not too excited to have the lovely doctor sitting two feet from him.
“I know this line of questioning is . . . hard, but I need to continue so that I can get the full picture of where you and your spouse are at in the marriage.”
“That’s OK Doc. . .errrr. Rana. Please continue. “ Rana sat on the sofa right next to him. She could not believe the way she was behaving around this man. This is highly unprofessional! Get control of yourself, girl! Don’t touch him! Sit farther away from him! Unfortunately, Rana was no longer in control of herself. She adjusted her self on the couch so that she tucked one leg under her and was mostly facing him. Her hand came to rest on his mid thigh. Her other foot was planted firmly on the floor so that she had an open legged sitting position which made her skirt ride up past her mid to upper thigh. Matt could clearly see her panties, and the wet spot that was now sticking to her labia and causing the most delicious camel toe. That’s when he smelled her musky arousal, and hit his own tipping point. She cleared her throat and said, “Let’s begin again. Is there anyone that you would consider going outside of the marriage with for sexual pleasure?” Looking longingly into his eyes she licked her lips and began fantasizing again about his rigid cock spreading her open and how wonderful it would feel to experience that cock twitch and jerk as it spewed it’s payload deep within her. Oh no. I did not just fantasize about another man ejaculating inside me, did I?