1. The Good Doctor


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Fiction, Job/Place-of-work, Older Male / Female, Young, Author: DaSpark, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com

    an article in a med mag, when I heard her sniffle. I turned around, to see Angie right behind me, her heels making her only a couple inches shorter than me. Her french tip nails were atop her pressed hands, up to her face around her nose. Her huge wet eyes, actually crying droplets. "I can't believe it." She said into her hands. Then she pulled her hands away and began fanning her eyes with one of them. "Oh, gosh." She sniffled again. "What . . . ?" "I got the letter from St. Johnathan's last night. It said Julius was paid in full for the year with textbooks and materials. It was anonymous, but they included a photocopy of the check. It. . . .It. . . It was your name on the check. . . I would recognize your signature anywhere." She sobbed. "Oh shit. I wanted that to be a secret. Well, you're welcome, you deserve it Angie. You do, you have done great work. . . " "You are so amazing!" She gripped me in a hug. I held her for a minute. She was wearing the same exact shirt I had hired her in. The purple satin silky one. It felt so good, as did the firm young body underneath it. She had on her softest black skirt on. It was form fitting but a very soft cotton. She black stockings in black heels. She had on the garter belt today. Lets just say everyday I made a game of getting a look to see somehow. She started to pull away and put my face in her hands and started kissing my cheeks, one after the other, back and forth. "Really Angie, sweetie, you have done everything I could ask of ...
    you." "Not everything . . . " She said, and as smooth as silk slid right up to me and placed her lips on mine. Her tongue danced in my mouth, twice rubbing my tongue before swirling around it. I took her kiss, lost in the bliss. Her lips, her tongue . . . she felt exactly how I thought she would. Intense, confident, lusty, and passionate. I took in her wonderful scent. She smelled of baby powder and lavender. It was the most wonderful kiss I had ever had, and I snapped out of it and pushed her off of me. "Angie, Angie. Thank you but please. You don't need to do that." It is hard to explain it . .. I wanted her so badly, but I didn't want to be cheesy has a fling with the receptionist guy. And actually feeling a body in heat for me that wasn't my wife's, it just felt . . . jarring in some way. I pushed her away legitimately. The pleasure of the kiss didn't outpace the sickly feelings of being that guy. She pushed up against me again this time I stepped back from her into her trap and fell into the patient chair. She came up quickly, swinging the arm around to hold me in and kissed me more. She was very aggressive and stronger than I anticipated and she pressed me into the chair, and I tried to talk with her tongue in my mouth. "Annn-eeeey. Annn-eeey, stooooommmm." She began to massage my penis through my slacks and my resolve faded. She was so fucking hot . . . and sexy, and vivacious, and skilled, and yummy and everything else you can think of a person you desire. I loved the ...
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