He unzipped his pants and thought about her naked body. He imagined her undressing, as he had instructed her to. In his imagination she was doing everything he demanded of her, calling him “sir” and saying “yes, doctor”.
Dr. Hayes woke up every morning thinking about her. He fantasized about her skin while he showered and her mouth while he ate his breakfast. During his morning commute, he looked forward to hearing the sound of her voice. He was a married man with three children. He knew it was wrong, but it was unavoidable. There she was every day working side by side with him, rooming his patients and reading him their complaints. She obeyed his orders with zeal, no matter how abrupt or prickly his tone of command. She was eager to learn from him as well, and God, how he loved teaching her.
He loved being alone with her, showing her X-rays, MRIs, and EKGs. They would read patient files and test results together, and he would steal glances of her breasts and her ass as she bent over his desk to take a closer look at the computer screen. Her hair might occasionally brush against his cheek, and he would inhale its subtle fragrance. Each time they were alone in his office he imagined what it would feel like to lock the door, and show her how much she excited him. To place her hand on his hard cock, and watch her reaction.
This had been going on for months since she started working at his practice, and he knew it had to stop. Dr. Hayes was becoming so distracted by her that it was difficult for him to focus on his patients. Today was worse than usual. When she brought him his morning coffee, he noticed that she had on a new pair of scrubs, the style of which he’d never seen her wear before. Instead of the usual roomy silhouette, her scrub top was cinched at the waist and much too tight across the bust. The bottoms weren’t any better, tighter around her hips and thighs. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes to the sight, resisting the urge to touch her.
She smiled, innocently unaware of the effect she was having on his self control. He felt his adrenaline surge, and he was overcome with the urge to fuck her right there on the floor, or against the wall, in front of everyone; the patients, the other doctors, the rest of the office staff. He slowly exhaled and swallowed hard before calling her into his office and saying, much too harshly, “Those scrubs aren’t appropriate. They don’t conform to the dress code.”
“Oh… I… I’m sorry,” she replied, clearly embarrassed. He had never commented on her attire before. She looked as though she wasn’t sure what to say.
“They were on sale at the store, and scrubs are usually so expensive. I know they’re different, but I thought they’d be ok.”
“Well, they’re not. They’re much too tight, and I don’t want my patients having heart attacks. Most of them are recovering from surgery, and they don’t need to be imagining what your body looks like under your clothes.”
Her eyes widened with shock at his words. He had never spoken to her that way. He’d never said or done anything that indicated he noticed what she wore, or her body, and the way he was passionately reprimanding her betrayed that he noticed way more than was acceptable within the bounds of their working relationship.
“Don’t wear them again,” he said, looking dangerous.
“Yes, sir. I’ll go change them right now. I always keep an extra pair in my car. It’s not a problem. I’m so sorry, Dr Hayes.”
She hurried away and closed the door to his office behind her. The way she had responded to him was too much, it was still so respectful. She’d called him “sir” and “doctor”, despite her mortification at his words. He couldn’t tolerate this any longer. He stood up and walked toward the door, with the resolve of someone condemned to an inescapable fate, and turned the lock.
He unzipped his pants and thought about her naked body. He imagined her undressing, as he had instructed her to. In his imagination she was doing everything he demanded of her, calling him “sir” and saying “yes, doctor”. He slowly stroked his cock and pictured her lips; her warm, wet mouth sliding slowly up and down the length of him. She was teasing him with her tongue, and holding his eyes on hers while she took him deep to the back of her throat. He exhaled a trembling breath while he imagined gripping and pulling her hair to increase her rhythm.
“I’ll show you what I like,” he said to her. She moaned in submission, giving up control and letting him guide her head. At his direction, she moved up and down over his cock. It was soaking wet with her saliva. He felt himself reaching his limit, but he wasn’t finished with her yet. He grasped the sides of her face and turned it up toward his as he bent down to kiss her.
“What would you like me to do, sir?”
“I want you to sit on this desk and spread your legs, so I can look at you.”
“Yes, sir”
Her pussy was dripping in anticipation of being filled by him. Her face looked desperate, and she begged him to fuck her. He watched her begin to squeeze her breasts and slide her fingers inside herself. She furrowed her brow and called his name. She reached for him, but he didn’t move. He enjoyed watching her, knowing that he had the power to give her what she wanted, and she wanted him so badly.
He stood and watched her sigh with pleasure as he touched her at last. He placed his hands on her thighs and his cock at her entrance. Her hips moved in a circle, relishing the feel of him against her desire. He thrust inside her, and she wrapped her legs around him. Her breath was in his ear, and she told him that she would do anything for him. She told him that she needed his come inside her. That she wanted to feel him there between her legs all morning while she took blood pressures and checked temperatures.
The doctor flushed and sweated in his chair as he imagined her moaning in pleasure while he came into a tissue he retrieved from a box beside his computer. He sighed with relief. There was a gentle knock, and the doorknob shook. He turned to hear her voice at the door, asking if he was ok. He buttoned his pants, knowing he would never be ok as long as she was working there.