Jesus Christ.
A brutal pain shot through my pussy like someone had jammed a knife up there and twisted.
I stood at the receptionist desk, flipping through a patient’s file, trying to look like a competent nurse who had her shit together. I squeezed my eyes shut, teeth clenched until my jaw ached.
My heart raced, slamming against my ribs like it wanted out.
And then this. Again. That vicious tightness clamped down deep inside me, making my cunt seize like it was trying to crush itself.
I needed something inside me. Right the fuck now. Something thick that would force me open and stop this pain.
A cock.
God, I needed a cock so badly my mouth watered. Hard, stretching me until I couldn’t think.
But I didn’t have one.
God, this wasn't how I planned my shift.
“Maya? You okay? You look flushed.”
Nurse Patel hovered near the desk, her eyes narrowed.
I snapped my head up. I forced a plastic smile. My voice came out shaky. “I—I’m fine. Just a headache.”
I slammed the file shut. “I’m just gonna step away for a minute. Be right back.”
I didn’t wait for an answer. I grabbed my bag, fingers trembling, and practically ran down the hallway. My thighs rubbed together with every step; the friction only made the tightness worse. My cunt pulsed. The emptiness was so sharp it made my eyes water.
I shoved an exam room open, slammed the door, and locked it with shaking hands. I yanked the privacy curtain across, sealing myself in.
Sweat soaked my scrubs. I could feel how wet I was, slick coating my panties, the fabric clinging to my pussy lips. The ache had turned into a full-body throb. My walls clenched, desperate for something to grip.
It needed stretching now.
I dropped my bag on the table and shoved my hand inside, digging past my wallet until my fingers closed around the familiar shape. The dildo. I’d started carrying it after the first few times this happened at work. I couldn’t exactly walk around with a real cock in my pocket, so I used this to relieve myself.
I pulled it out, the heavy silicone already warm. My free hand shoved my scrubs and soaked panties down my thighs. Cool air hit my dripping cunt, and I hissed.
Fuck. I needed this so bad I shook.
I climbed onto the exam table, knees spread, and pressed the thick head against my entrance. My pussy fluttered around it, greedy and tight from months of nothing. I didn’t ease it in. I couldn’t. I shoved.
The stretch burned. My head fell back, and a broken moan slipped out.
God, yes. Fill me.
I didn’t give myself time to adjust. The second the head forced past my entrance, I shoved harder, burying inches in one greedy thrust. My pussy stretched around it with a wet sound, loud in the quiet room. The burn was perfect. My cunt was tight as fuck, walls clamping down, trying to keep it out and suck it deeper at the same time.
“Fuuuck… yes,” I whispered, my voice wrecked. “Stretch me open. God, I needed this.”
I braced one hand on the table and started moving. Slow at first, pulling the dildo almost all the way out until just the head stretched my hole, then slamming it to the hilt. Every thrust forced a wet squelch out of me. My juices dripped onto the crinkly paper.
“Ahhh… nnghh…fuck—”
I fucked myself without mercy, my hips rolling to meet every stroke. The toy was thick enough that every inch dragged against that aching spot deep inside. My free hand shoved under my scrub top and pinched a nipple.
“Take it. Take every fucking inch. You greedy cunt…ahh, yes—”
Jesus, my thighs were shaking. I tried to muffle my moans, but it was useless.
“Nnghh… deeper—fuck, deeper—” I gasped, angling the toy so it ground against that swollen spot. “Gonna come on this thing. Gonna cream all over it like a desperate slut—”
I was so close. The tension in my belly coiled, my pussy fluttering and gripping the silicone like it never wanted to let go. My moans turned high and broken.
“Ahhh—fuck—I’m—nnghh—I’m gonna—”
The door swung open.
The privacy curtain was still closed, but the lock clearly hadn’t held. A low male voice cut straight through the room.
“Maya? You in there?”
My eyes widened.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I yanked the dildo out of my still-clenching pussy so fast it made a wet pop. My hands shook as I shoved it into the bag, yanked my soaked panties and scrubs up, smoothed my top, and wiped the sweat off my lip. My cunt still throbbed, juices coating my thighs, but I forced my face into a normal expression.
“Yes,” I called out, my voice only a little breathless. “I’m in here.”
I stepped out from behind the curtain, my bag clutched tight against my side, trying to look like I hadn’t just been fucking myself stupid on an exam table. The man in the doorway was an orderly. He looked mildly apologetic.
“Nurse Patel said she saw you heading this way. Dr. Knox wants to see you in his office. Now.”
My mouth parted on a silent gasp. Every drop of blood in my body seemed to freeze and then rush straight to my face.
Dr. Knox?
“Okay,” I managed, my throat dry. “I’ll head there now.”
I walked fast to his office, my heart pounding in my chest. The door was half-open. I pushed it the rest of the way and stepped inside.
Dr. Knox lifted his head from a chart. A slow smile spread across his mouth, making the corners of his eyes crinkle.
“Maya. You’re here.”
My heart skipped hard.
Fuck… the way he said my name. It was low and deep.
He leaned back in his chair, his white coat open over a dark button-down that stretched across his chest. Broad shoulders. Strong forearms where he’d rolled the sleeves up. A sharp jaw and dark eyes that looked like they knew too much. My brother’s best friend. My senior. The man I’d been desperately crushing on for years while he treated me like a little sister.
Jesus, if he could see what I was thinking right now…
I stared at his mouth as he talked. Those full lips moving. I imagined them lower. Between my legs. Spreading me open. Sucking my clit while I tangled my fingers in his hair and ground against his face. The thought hit so hard my pussy clenched around nothing, still sensitive and wet.
“Maya.”
I snapped back so hard I almost jumped.
“Yes,” I said quickly. “You called for me.”
He smiled again, softer this time.
“Just a quick update on Mrs. Alvarez in 4B. Her labs came back clean. You can discontinue the vitals after midnight.”
I nodded like I was listening. I wasn’t. I was staring at his mouth again, imagining those lips shiny with my cum, his tongue fucking into me while I came all over his face.
“That’s all for now. You can go.”
That was the only sentence that actually registered. I forced a smile.
“Okay.”
I turned to leave. My leg caught the edge of the visitor chair. I stumbled forward, catching myself on the desk with both hands, but my bag slipped. It hit the floor with a soft thud, and everything spilled out in a humiliating cascade: my wallet, phone, spare gloves…
And the thick dildo!
Still glistening and wet from my pussy, it rolled to a stop right in front of his polished shoes.
Dr. Knox’s eyes dropped and locked on it.
No.
No.
No.
My pulse exploded. It slammed against my throat. The room tilted. Every drop of blood rushed to my face until my skin burned.
For a second, Dr. Knox’s expression cracked. Raw surprise flashed across his unreadable face. His brows lifted. His mouth parted. He looked stunned.
I dropped to my knees, hands scrambling for the toy.
He was faster. He leaned down, his long fingers closing around the thick shaft before I could touch it. He straightened slowly, holding it up.
His thumb dragged along the wet length, smearing my juices over the veins. His face went blank.
No disgust. No amusement. Nothing.
My heart gave a violent thud. I swallowed hard. My body shook. Weak knees. Useless hands.
Holy mother of Mary.
What the fuck is he going to think? I’ve always been innocent Maya. His best friend’s sweet sister. The good girl who blushed when he looked at her. And now he’s holding the dildo that was buried inside my cunt ten minutes ago, shiny with my cream. He knows exactly where that wetness came from.
My face burned. I wanted the floor to swallow me. I wanted to vanish. I couldn’t even form words. My tongue felt thick.
Knox stepped closer until his shoes almost touched mine. He raised the dildo, bringing the soaked head level with my face. The sharp scent of my own arousal hit me.
His voice was low. “What’s this, Maya?”
I lunged.
My hand shot out, and I snatched the dildo from his fingers. I clutched it behind my back.
“It’s nothing,” I stammered. “It belongs to a friend. She left it in my bag.”
I swallowed hard. It was the biggest and dumbest lie of my life.
His eyes narrowed. He just stared at me like he saw straight through the bullshit.
“It belongs to a friend,” he repeated, his voice flat. “And it’s still wet… like it was used a few minutes ago?” His gaze dropped to the toy, then back to my face. “Why let someone else’s toy, coated in juices, sit in your bag?”
My face went red. Heat flooded my skin until I burned. I felt completely fucking exposed. He knew. Of course he knew.
I dropped my gaze. Shame choked my throat. I couldn't form a word. Humiliation blanked my mind. Any second now, he’d tell me to get the fuck out.
Then I felt warmth.
Large palms cupped my cheeks, tilting my face up. His thumbs brushed my skin as he forced me to look at him. His dark eyes locked onto mine. Steady, but not cold.
“It’s fine,” he said quietly. “You don’t have to be embarrassed.”
“Really?” The word came out small.
Dr. Knox’s thumbs stroked my cheekbones. “Of course. As professionals, we shouldn’t approach such matters with any judgment. We understand perfectly well that it simply reflects the user’s physiological needs.”
“However,” he continued, his tone turning thoughtful, “the only thing I’m confused about is why you would need to use something like this during working hours. I know you’re not the kind of doctor who would be irresponsible or let something like this distract you from your work.”
His eyes dropped to my mouth. His hands cupped my face, fingers hovering close to my lips. We were so close I smelled the clean scent of his cologne.
God.
He is so gentle, I honestly feel like I could confess every thought in my heart to him.
I forced myself to speak before I leaned in.
“It started after my breakup six months ago,” I confessed, my voice shaky. “He left because every time we were about to go all the way, I instinctively resist his... I’m still a virgin. But lately, I’ve been getting this awful tightness in my pussy. I don’t know why, but it only fades when I use that toy to stretch myself open.”
His gaze dropped to my lips, then lifted back to mine. “So you’ve never had a real cock inside you.”
“No…”
Something shifted in his face. His eyes darkened. The corner of his mouth twitched. "And this tightness," he asked, his tone professional. "Is it localized just at the entrance, or does the ache travel deep into your vaginal walls?"
"Deep," I whispered, my chest rising fast. "It aches deep inside."
"Does your clit throb along with the spasms, or is the pressure entirely internal?"
"Both... my clit gets so sensitive it hurts."
His voice dropped an octave, rougher now. "When you use that toy to relieve the tension, how many inches do you need? Do you have to take it all the way to the hilt to make it stop?"
I swallowed hard, my thighs trembling. "Yes."
"And your lubrication?" he murmured, stepping just a fraction closer. "Are you just getting a little slick, or are you dripping wet enough to soak your panties before you even touch yourself?"
"I get... very wet."
I felt like there was a raw hunger in how he looked at me now. It made my stomach flip.
He didn't pull away immediately. He let the silence stretch, his thumbs lightly tracing my jaw as he processed exactly what I had just handed him.
Then he smiled. “I see.”
His hands finally left my face. The sudden loss of warmth made me sway.
He took a slow step back. The air in the room felt heavy with tension. When he spoke again, his voice dropped into that calm, clinical tone he used for examining patients—
“Hop onto the desk and take off your panties, Maya. Let me examine you.”