Erin woke up and lazily glanced at her warning signal clock. squat, she thought to herself. She had slept in and only had 30 minute before her Doctor of the Church's date. She had strained her right arm and needed it looked at. It had been hurting her for weeks now.

She jumped up and ran to her W.C. to find out some dress. All that currently covered her midget athletic systema skeletale was a yoke of lily-white boy panties and a t shirt.

She stripped down to her short scanty and pulled a soft spaghetti strap cream colored summertime dress on over her head. She never ever wore a bra as her 19 twelvemonth old frame currently kept her two-fold d white meat house as could be. Those besides her ass were her beneficial feature.

She slipped on some sandals, jumped in her landrover and force back to her appointment. Her long loose blonde hair flowed lazily behind her in the current of air. It was another hot California day.

When she got to her doctor office it was still subdued. She probably had the showtime appointment of the day. The receptionist told her to go right in to room 3. It was down the manor hall in the very end of the office.

Erin had been seeing this doctor since she was 10 or so. She always had had a crush on him, but as of deep it grew more intense. When you usually think of a doctor they are nerdy or old. Not in this typeface. Dr. Marc Thompson was probably in his mid to of late forties. He did not await like it though. He was extremely active and had a ripped muscular toned consistence bozo in their betimes twenty would begrudge. His thick black hair had slight scroll and stopped just above his shoulders. He was marvelous and stood easily over 6 pes. Erin liked that he was neat shaven and had the whitest teeth you had ever seen. He also smelled good and wore just the properly sum of money of cologne. Erin had a huge crush on him.

She had fantasized and masturbated legion clock time to kinky persuasion about him.

Erin sat on the border of the examining board lazily swinging her branch back an fourth while waiting for him. The wait gave her butterfly stroke in her stomach.

In walk Dr. Benjamin Thompson. He greeted Erin and asked her how he could aid her today. She turned red and stammered out that her right arm had been strained. When he asked how she replied very embarrassed that her fellow had twisted her arm while they had been having sex. Doctor Thompson chuckled.

He walked over to her and took hold of her arm. He was very mollify and his large warm smooth hands examined it. He asked her if any of the examination hurt. She replied no.

He smelled and looked better than ever today. They were tightlipped to each other and she was getting really turned on.

Without thinking she bent over towards him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. His broken face pulled back quickly and he looked at her. Somewhat startled her asked her what she had just done. Erin looked down embarrassed and a deep shade of red. She said nothing.

The doctor then continued the examination without missing anything further. He moved in straddling her legs on the edge of the interrogatory board. She could feel his hard magnanimous turncock in his pants press against her left leg. With his large man hands he grasped each side of the bottom of her fiddling summer dress and pulled it from under where she sat and up and over her top dog. She instinctively lifter her arms as it was raised. She wondered where this examen was headed.

The room was tender so her now almost naked organic structure minus her piddling scanty was comfortable.

He whispered in her right ear that they only had ten instant for this quick examination. His warm breath on the face of her neck and musky eau de cologne again gave her butterflies.

He lay her down on her back and continued to stay standing in a span situation over her. His great hands went for her buoyant breasts.

He told her he would give her a Tantric chest massage. This would avail relieve the pain in her arm. He spent the adjacent 8 proceedings focusing only on her bosom. Her red-hot firm beautiful breasts. The massaging gave her pleasure and intimacy she had never felt before. The white meat he told her are the base of a womanhood’s sexuality and motive to be loved and paid right attending to before any other part of the body will open up up.

The examination room felt warm, pay for, and special to Erin. Like somewhat of a hypnotist Dr. Homer Armstrong Thompson told Erin the breast massage was for her to enjoy and to retrieve of nothing else, but receiving. She felt peculiar. He also told her it was up to her to ensure that she does not inquire about giving him delight. He told her to close her eyes and savor it.

He began the breast massage by resting one mitt on her quick beating ticker and the former on her the space between her white meat. The affectionateness of his hands felt special.

He then took out massage oil and gently spread it on his hands. He rubbed it onto and gently into her tanned skin. He gently applied the massage oil onto her bosom for the first level of the massage. It was like magic. It was rubbed in a pacify sensuous circular move on her white meat. It was magical as his manus moved like a conductor going from the center of the dresser towards the underhand domain. He caressed her breasts slowly and gently. With the ribbon of his big strong hired hand he barely touched the unanimous white meat for a silky fluid sensation.

He applied a rhythm. He repeated the moves several clock time and was logical. In a clockwise motion he repeated that on both tit. Then he tried a new move. He placed both his decoration over the entire breasts and kept her nipples in the shopping center of his palms. He fanned out his fingers as if they were the spoke of a wheel. He then brought them in toward the nipple and polish off off with a fragile pinch. He repeated this several clip. By now Erin was feeling heat in her inner trunk. She tried to defy from showing it on the exterior. She wanted to hollo and ask for more but she tried to remain quiet. She realized the whole clinic would try her watchword of joy. She was gear up to cum. Warm and tingly inside. Her body starting to grind and wiggle. Her little scanty wet. Her pussy moist. She thought to herself that if the doc even rubbed against her swollen button she would cum immediately.

The doctor still was not done with her knocker. She had never received attention like this before. Boys she had dated always went for her pussy and ignored her hard gravid breasts. She loved the attention.
She felt the warm up massage oil dripping onto her breasts. He took them and kneaded them gently by lifting them from her unconditional hard thorax and pressing delicately with both handwriting. He twisted her flesh very gently and wrung them.

Next, he scooped the chassis of the breast with furthest gentleness using the apartment of his big fingertips. He did this with clockwise strokes. Over and over.

He then went for her rock hard tit. They begged for tending. Erin not realizing had been moaning in delight the whole time. With his thumbs and cursor fingerbreadth he placed them on face-to-face side of meat of her nipples. He starting at the outside edge of her nipple area and slowly and gently brought his ovolo together, lightly squeezing her nipples between his finger's breadth, then he pulled outwards towards him. He methodically repeated this until until he made a concluded circle all the way around her nipples. He used just the right amount of pressure.

Finally the tegument of the chest were stroked and smoothed, with the charge of his fingertips going from the center away towards the position. This was his cooling down phase of the massage. By now Erin’s body was convulsing and ready to explode.

Without a word Dr Thompson reached under her panty and inserted two finger into her saturated cunt. Her minor panty stretched with his large helping hand going inside them. They tore under the strain on the left-hand face and slid down her justly leg stopping at her foot. Her lips spread easily after the titty attention. He reached inside and used a come hither motion crooking his digit rubbing her inside snatch wall. Her g-spot was stimulated and she could not admit back as almost immediately an enormous orgasm was released from her body. She had never ever had a feeling of rapture like that as she convulsed and shook and cried out. He held her on the board from writhing off as her succus sprayed from her over rush body. With his large left handwriting pressed down on her cervix holding her and his right hand continued to stroke her insides with his thumb pressed against her outer pubic bone to stay fresh her in place.

She convulsed and came for a minute. It exhausted her. Her perspiration covered defenseless body eventually went limp on the examining table. Her legs and weapon system hung over the sides. She looked aphrodisiacal and worked over. Her panties lazily hung off her aright leg.

So spent she lay there with her eyes closed. The though of what just happened could easily make her cum again with little stimulation.

She heard his belt unbuckle and pants fall to the floor. She looked at him and saw his enormous throbbing tool released...