Working At The Dr’s Office [21] XXX stories

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For a couple of years I was moonlighting as an electronics repair man.
I did this for the extra cash, after a friend of mine asked me to fill in for one of his employees who was out on leave for a month.

Most of my work was “On site”, that is, I went to where the equipment was.
For the most part his company dealt with large medical devices, hence me going to the mountain, rather than the mountain coming to me.

This afternoon, I was sent to a Dr’s. office in the Northern suburbs of Chicago.
Most of the time I needed to do my work after office hours.
That way I wouldn’t disrupt the flow of patients coming and going throughout the day.
Today was just like that, there was only the Dr., and myself in the office.
The equipment I was there to service needed nothing more than a fuse replaced on it’s main circuit board.
After looking the device over for five minutes I found the problem and corrected it.
Needles to say the Dr. was thrilled with my prompt service.

Once the task was done, I entered the Dr’s office to inform him that the job was done.
When I handed him a bill for fifteen dollars, he was shocked.
It was clear that he expected a bill that was considerably larger.
When I told him it was a quick and simple fix, and that I would feel guilty if I charged him any more than that.

Bidding me to take a seat, we chatted a bit about my job and various other topics.
Basically, just chilling and killing time.
As we chatted I couldn’t help but notice a fraternity paddle hanging on the wall behind his desk.
Along with that there were various photos of him horseback riding out west.
Sitting on the bookcase below those photos was a riding crop.

During the course of our conversation I asked him “Do you use that fraternity paddle on your patients?”
His response was, “No, I only use it on nosy repair people.” He said.
“I bet that helps keep the billing costs to a minimum.” I joked.
Rising from the desk the Dr. removed the paddle off the wall, and riding crop from the bookcase.
If I was interested in learning more, I should follow him, as he exited his office.
For a moment I was confused, what was he doing, what was he going to do?
Still seated while he was already in the hallway, I heard him call out, “Are you coming?”

Rising from my chair I followed his voice down the hallway, and into one of his exam rooms.
Entering the exam room the Dr. told me to remove my cargo shorts, and underwear.
Shocked by his demand, I took a moment too long in thinking about doing this.
Again he told me to remove my shorts, and underwear.
I snapped out of my thoughts, and decided to do as I was told.
I figured that I was in a safe place, and that nothing bad was going to happen to me.

Dropping the clothing he ordered me to lose, I stood there half naked and shaking.
Taking me by my shoulders, he turned me around, and bent me over the exam table.
Telling me to keep my elbows on the table, and not to move.
Seconds later I heard the whistle of air as something slammed into my bottom.
It took only a second to figure out that this was the riding crop from his office.
Over and over it fell across the cheeks of my bottom.
After about the twentieth hit, he switched over to the fraternity paddle.
This was brutal, that paddle had a sting that I feel to this day.
When my knees began to buckle, he slowed down, and halted the paddling after another five hits.

He next told me to hop up on the table, and to lay back.
Within seconds, he had my legs raised, and placed onto the stirrups at the end of the table.
Placing Velcro straps around the stirrups and my legs, thereby holding them fast.
My arms were next, a pair of leather, lambs wool lined cuffs were placed around my wrists, and then fastened to the side of the exam table.

Here I was, my legs in the air, my bottom hanging out over the end of the table, I felt the riding crop land once again strike my bottom.
Twenty strikes later, the Dr. halted.
Taking a remote in hand he pressed a button, and the table began to tilt.
My head was lowered while my bottom rose higher into the air.
Walking around the head of the table, the Dr. tilted my head back until I saw that he had removed his pants.
Inches from my mouth his penis hung above my face.
Reaching out with my tongue, I was only able to touch the tip of his penis.

Leaning inward the Dr, placed his penis at my lips.
Within a second, I had inhaled that beautiful object, and began to give him the best head he ever experienced.
He responded by driving his penis harder and deeper into my throat.
Moments later he withdrew from my head, and returned to the other end of the table.
Because of the table’s position I was unable to see what he was doing.
In seconds I felt him take my penis between his lips as he began to gift me, with a world class Bj.
Over and over the sound of him slurping on my penis was driving me up the wall.
I don’t think my penis had ever been harder or leaking more pre-cum than ever before.

When he had had his fill, and had me totally revved up, the sound of a surgical glove snapping into place redirected my thoughts.
When his fingers began to explore my bottom, and a gob of lube was worked into my little ring,
I was beginning to go crazy with lust.
Over and over his fingers wormed their way into my bottom.
Stretching, and twisting, this way, and that, I was in ecstasy.
Never before had anyone fingered my bottom like that.
I tried to twist my body to maximize the pleasure, however the restraints prevented any movement.
As his fingers withdrew, I moaned, and protested the loss.

Suddenly the fingers were replaced with icy cold metal.
The metal slid past my little ring, and into my bottom, followed by a new feeling as the object began to expand within my bottom.
My little ring was being expanded past anything I had ever thought possible.
Expand, and release, expand, and release, he stretched my bottom.
When at last he removed the devise, my bottom felt huge.

Once again lube was worked into my bottom.
Followed by the Dr. moving inward, and placing his penis at the entrance to my bottom.
With a single thrust, he entered my bottom.
Taking my penis in hand, he began to stroke me while he began pounding my bottom.
Minutes felt like hours, as he took me, stroke after stroke he fanned the flames within me.
As he drove himself inward, he began stroking my penis with his lubed fingers.
Until the inevitable happened, I came harder than I ever had in the past or since.
My cum shooting out, and spraying across my chest and face.
Even though I had just came, he kept stroking my penis.
This was torturous, my penis was hyper sensitive at this point, and any touch brought its own form of misery.
In seconds, I could feel the Dr. stiffen as he unloaded a river of cum into my bottom.

Moments after he pulled away, the straps were removed from my body, and the Dr. lowered the table, and stirrups.
Taking a towel, the Dr. handed it to me and told me to wash up, and get dressed, as he left the exam room.
Taking my time, I cleaned myself, and redressed.
After leaving the exam room, I walked into his office to finalize the business end of our afternoon, along with thanking him for a most enjoyable afternoon.
Before parting, he asked for my email address, in case he wanted to get in touch with me.

I left there feeling totally fulfilled, and sexually satiated.
Two day later my friend called me to inform me that the Dr. was thrilled with the work I did, and that from now on, our firm was the only one he would call if his equipment needed servicing.

Three days later, I received an email from him.
It contained a thank you note, along with an attachment.

Opening the attachment, I discovered that he had taken a video of the paddling portion of our encounter.
I downloaded it and keep it as a reminder of a great afternoon.

2 thoughts on “Working At The Dr’s Office [21] XXX stories”

  1. Oh shit I thought the main character was a girl for a second. I’m not taking away from the magnificent writing style, but as it turns out I’m not gay. Keep it up!

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