The soft lighting in the room casts a warm glow, highlighting the pink cloth draped around my shoulders. I’m propped up on the examination table, my body exposed from the waist up, a white bandage wrapped around my arm. The memory of my cuckold’s face as I gave the doctor a blowjob in this very room flashes through my mind. It was a moment of pure power, seeing him watch as I took the doctor’s cock deep into my throat, his eyes wide with a mix of humiliation and arousal. The doctor’s office, usually a place of healing, became a playground for my desires.
Doctor’s Office Power Play
I remember the doctor’s skilled hands, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin as he prepared to examine me. But I had other plans. I leaned in, my lips brushing against his, feeling his surprise and then his surrender. My cuckold stood by, his presence a silent reminder of his place. The doctor’s cock was hard and ready, and I took it eagerly, my mouth working him with practiced skill. The sound of my sucking filled the room, a symphony of my dominance and his submission. My cuckold’s eyes never left us, his face a picture of torment and desire.
Midday Medical Misfit
The afternoon light filtered through the window, casting shadows that danced across the room. I could feel the doctor’s tension, his body responding to my touch. I took him deeper, my throat relaxing to accommodate his length. My cuckold’s breathing grew heavier, his hands clenched at his sides. I knew he was imagining the feel of the doctor’s cock, the taste of his cum. I wanted him to feel every moment, to know that I was the one in control. The doctor’s hands gripped my hair, guiding my movements, but I was the one leading this dance. His moans grew louder, his body tensing as he neared his release. I pulled back, a wicked smile on my lips, knowing that this was just the beginning of my cuckold’s humiliation.The memory of that day still makes me smile. The doctor’s office, a place of healing, became a stage for my desires. My cuckold’s humiliation was my pleasure, and I savored every moment. The power I felt, the control, it was intoxicating. And as I lie here, the pink cloth still draped around my shoulders, I know that this is just one of many stories to come.







