Doctor’s Orders

Wait… is that really the time?

How is this shift not over yet?

Alright, two more hours. Two hours isn’t that long… as long as no new patients come in.

Two more hours and then bed. Then food.

No, food first. Then bed. Then catching up on TV.

And then, as always, back to the hospital.

God, I’m here so often I feel like I live here.

At least I can hang out here in the ‘call room’ for a bit. Check my phone, have a snack, maybe get in a short nap. You’d think such a well-funded hospital would have a more comfortable bed for whoever’s on-call…

This one’s worse than a hotel cot…

Can’t believe I was actually excited for this two-week stint of night shifts.

“Oh—”

“Oh, hey.”

“I’m so sorry. Should’ve knocked.”

“No, no, it’s okay. Come in. I was just taking a load off on the world’s least comfortable bed.”

“Yeah, that bed is awful. How’s your night going?”

“Um, it’s good, pretty slow actually. I mean, that’s usually a good thing. How about yours, Doctor Tyson?”

“Seriously? When are you going to stop calling me ‘Doctor’?”

“When it stops getting you all flustered.”

“I told you, call me Luke.”

“You went through over a decade of training, including med school and residency, and after all that you want people to just call you ‘Luke’?”

“Let me guess, you’re one of those who makes their own mother call them ‘Doctor’?”

“No, she’s an exception—”

“Oh, is she?”

“—but once I’m done with this residency, then yeah, she’ll have to give me the respect I deserve, just like everyone else.”

“Well, doctor, I’m actually glad I ran into you. I’ve been meaning to ask how you’re adjusting to the night shift.”

“I’m not, really. I’m sure that by the time I get used to it it’ll be over.”

“Yeeeeah, that’s how it is. At least you’ve got the absolute best attending physician ever helping you out.”

“Mmmhmm. That’s true.”

“You… I don’t know what it is between me and you, but we just… can’t leave each other alone. ”

Never mind that you’re the attending physician and my supervisor. We just seem to always gravitate towards each other. Always press each other’s buttons just for the hell of it.

You’re older than me. Maybe by ten years or so…

I know it’s a total cliché, but you’ve definitely got the ‘hot doctor’ thing going on. Sharp, square, and irresistible jaw. Scruffy face and kind eyes. Looks great in scrubs.

Yeah, you’ve got the complete package.

“Alright, well, I’m going to go see if they’ve closed the cafeteria yet… or it’s vending machine coffee. I can find some coffee that doesn’t come from a vending machine.”

“Wait, um…”

“Yeah?”

“You can… um…”

“What?”

“No, I’m sorry. I just… um, if you want to stay… you can…”

“Okay, I’ll stay—”

“No, you know what, just forget I said anything. I’ve got… total sleep deprivation brain and—”

“Hey. I think I know what you’re trying to say…”

“You… you do?”

“Yeah… and, um… I feel it, too.”

“Um…”

“What? Was that… I’m sorry—did I misread…?”

“No, no, not at all. I just… you have no idea how often I’ve thought about… you. This.”

“Oh, so, you’ve got a thing for doctors, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess I do.”

“Since you’re here, you should… probably give me an examination…”

“Oh…? Yeah… I guess you’re right… lie down.”

My heart is beating fast enough for me to feel it in my throat. He’s not smiling anymore, but there’s playfulness in his eyes.

“Since you’re a new patient, I’m going to have to be very… thorough.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“So, why don’t you go ahead and start undressing for me?”

“Good, good. And, uh, go ahead and take that bra off as well.”

This room is always a little chilly. My nipples are already starting to get hard…

“I’m going to just… feel around your upper body… examine your breasts… and make sure everything is in good shape…”

You lean over me and your hands settle on each of my breasts. Kneading and squeezing them… running your thumbs over each of my nipples…

“Fuck…”

“Very good. Let’s get them nice and hard…”

“So good…”

“Let me just… take a look at your neck… your collarbone…”

Your fingers just barely skate across my skin… stroking down my neck… across my collarbone… oh… shit…

“You seem a little excited. Is this, um, is this exam getting you a little worked up?”

“Um… Doctor, I’m… a little embarrassed…”

“Why’s that?”

“I’m just, uh, I’m a little wet right now…”

“Oh, are you? Well, that’s no problem. No need to be embarrassed.”

“How about we… get this skirt off… and I can… examine your lower body… and help you ease a little bit of that tension.”

You pull my skirt down to my ankles… followed by my underwear.

“Fuck… you look… incredible.”

“Doctor, I’m really, really worked up now… I think I… fuck, I need you to help me…”

“Yeah, of course. You know, that’s totally normal for patients. Let me see what I can do…”

Your hands hovers right up against my pussy, teasing me, barely touching. I rock my hips forward, just a little, just to make contact.

“Ohh… Doctor, please… oh, fuck, please…”

“I’m going to insert my fingers nice and slow inside you, okay? I know how badly you want it right now, but you’re just going to have to be patient, okay?”

“Ohh, yeah, that’s it…”

“Yeah, rock your hips into me… that’s it… just like that…”

“Ohh my god, Doctor. F-fuck… f-faster, please…”

“Oh, fuck… you know, um, it would be really helpful for me if I could get you to put your hand… here…”

You take my hand in yours and lay it on your lap. I reach in between the folds of your boxers and wrap my fingers around your cock.

You’re really hard…

“Yeah, just like that… right there… faster, faster… fuck, you see how hard you just made me?”

“Oh, Luke, please fuck me…”

“I don’t normally do this for all of my patients, but… I think… we can make an exception. I’d like to be really thorough… go even deeper, if that’s alright with you. Turn over for me.”

“Here… on your knees… yeah.”

“You ready for me?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll take it nice and slow for you… so you can really… feel every inch…”

“Now, how did that feel? Was that sufficiently deep?”

“Oh my god, again, please.”

“And… how about now?”

You push the tip of your cock between my folds and just let it sit there. My pussy clenches trying to draw in more of it.

“Doctor, please… please fuck me…”

“Okay… and again…”

“Ohhh—god, yeah. Just need to get… nice and deep…”

Your hands tighten around my hips. You drive harder and harder into me—your cock pressing as far as it can possibly go. Oh, fuck, that feeling… being so full… waves of warmth and little electric pulses radiating through me… oh, god, I love the way that feels.

You put pressure on the exact spot I need it… it’s like you know exactly how to fuck me.

“Now… I need you to… turn over and face me while we finish this exam up…”

“Why don’t you come sit on my lap so I can get a nice, close look?”

I spread my knees wide as I climb up onto you. You sit on the edge of the bed, your dick solid and thick, coated in my wetness.

I lower myself down onto your shaft…

I bounce up and down on your lap, fucking myself on you. Grinding my clit against your pelvis.

“Ohhh, fuck… oh my god—fuck—you’re going to make me cum, Doctor.”

“Good. Good, cum nice and hard for me… neep riding my cock. Nice and hard, that’s it…”

“Let me help you finish…”

“Finish in me… okay? Cum inside me…”

“Oh my god… oh, fuck—”

“Um… so…”

“So…”

“It would be totally, completely, utterly inappropriate for me, a doctor, to have a doctor-patient kink, wouldn’t it?”

“I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“Hey. That was fun. Maybe we… do it again. Not at the hospital.”

“After all that, ‘fun’ is the only word you can think of?”

“Hey, I’m a doctor, not a writer.”

“And that’s my cue.”

“See you later, Doctor.”