The Modest Doctor

I was studying in Thessaloniki, but I kept ties with the city where I grew up, where my parents still lived. One Saturday when I visited them, they told me I had to take their kitten to the vet because it had probably caught a cold. My best friend also had a cat, so I asked her which vet she took him to. She told me where the clinic was, so I take the little creature in its basket and go. Since it was Saturday morning and I was going for coffee afterwards, I was dressed appropriately, made-up, combed, groomed if nothing else.

I open the door of the clinic, and I see him. Maybe it was the white coat, maybe his gaze - he had the maturity of a 35-year-old scientist - the first thought I had was "Oh." I immediately understood that we would have stories with the doctor. He begins to examine the cat, and I see the wedding ring. "Details," I thought, as it was a subject that never concerned me, on the contrary - it excited me. The doctor was veeery formal, but I wasn't intimidated, he was a man after all, and I never had a problem getting one into my bed.

Midweek, I called him from Thessaloniki, to supposedly ask something about the cat. He was particularly friendly and asked for my phone number to call me the next day to find out about the progress. So he called me, and when we finished about the cat, he says: I'm thinking of coming down to Thessaloniki during the week for a seminar. Do you want to go for a coffee? (The excuse about the seminar, whoever believed it... believed it). I told my best friend and she was shocked, because the whole town talked about how modest and reserved this particular man was. So he came to Thessaloniki after 2-3 days and called me on my mobile when he arrived below the house I was renting. He told me to come down but (of course) I told him I wasn't ready yet, if he wanted to come up for a little while. Since I lived alone, I didn't have a roommate problem. So he came up, I pour him a little drink, and talk-talk an hour passed. I didn't come on to him of course, I played the lady, but I knew intercourse wouldn't be long. At some point we got onto politics, and I say: Come see something I have in my room. We go inside and I show him a poster on the wall, with the portrait of Andreas Papandreou...... (very sexual, huh?).

The double bed was a meter away from us and as I turned to look at him, he kisses me restrainedly on the lips. A shiver pierced my whole body like an electric current, and my kiss became more demanding. He hugged me and pulled me towards the bed, as he began to unbutton my shirt.

Knowing his wife (I made sure to find out who she is...) I knew she was a thin woman, short and modest. So, taking advantage of my chest (85 bra size) and my ass that tempted and tempts even a Saint - I decided to play completely vulgar and horny to drive him completely crazy. I took off his pants, sat him on the bed and with my knees on the floor I licked his cock for over a quarter of an hour.

The scientist almost had three strokes, but thankfully he recovered and lifted me from the floor, laid me face down on all fours and gave me an insane rimjob, without leaving my ass complaining. He put his fingers inside me, and I had become so, so wet... I was talking dirty to him and that drove him even crazier. He shoved his cock straight into my ass typical doctor, are you sure??? - and my screams must have been heard all the way to Ano Toumba.

I almost fainted from ecstasy and begged him to lie down so I could sit on him. Then the big party happened, I thought he would die in my hands... and what can I say for myself, I felt like I was fainting and then who would pick up both of us... He wouldn't let go of my tits from his hands, he put me underneath and was fucking me with frenzy. I was begging him not to cum and the beast managed... He came after an hour, in my mouth and I didn't let a drop go to waste. I could see in his eyes that the evenings with his wife were far from what he had experienced with me.

We continued to see each other for 6 months now that I think about it... I was properly involved with a married man... and we fucked mercilessly at my place or at his clinic, late at night, on the examination table for pets. Even today, 4 years after I moved to Patras for work, whenever I go to my parents and there is time to spare 1-2 times a year we have an unforgettable fuck, for the old time's sake.

Ah, doctor, may you always be well, to heal cats, dogs and their owners too...