ANNA JAYE WILDE

Mandy’s Private Consultation

 

25/03/16

 

“Fuck!”

 

I pulled my car to a halt in the only space in the hospital car park feeling very smug. My neighbour Ali was in for a few days and I had come to visit her. Nothing serious thankfully, she had fainted while she was shopping and as she had a few health problems the doctors kept her in a few days. I’m pretty sure that fuck all was wrong and it was the prices in the department store that knocked her out cold but never mind.

 

I couldn’t believe the thieving bastards charged so much to park at a damn hospital, it was daylight robbery. If Ali wasn’t such a good friend I seriously wouldn’t pay £2 an hour to come and visit. I faffed around for some change, paid the meter and walked into the building. I had plenty of time before visiting hours began so I had a quick look around the ‘gift’ shop.

 

 Really, they should get pulled up by trade descriptions for calling it a gift shop. All they stocked was chocolate at literally twice the price of anywhere else, horrendous slippers and nighties in a variety of migraine inducing patterns and several nasty bunches of shrivelled up carnations. Ugh. Talk about a monopoly. I chose not to purchase anything and strolled on my merry way.

 

I reached the lift and just as I was entering I heard a voice.

 

“Excuse me, please!”

 

Large hands peeked out from under a crisp white coat and stopped the doors from closing. I spun round, my eyes moved slowly north and I scanned the vision before me. Oh sweet Jesus. Doctor McFuck-Me-Hard. At least that’s what I called him. He was tall and broad shouldered, just the type that could pick you up in his arms, make you feel safe then bend you over, whip off your panties and fuck you so hard you could feel him deep inside you for weeks.

 

Doctor McFuck-Me-Hard had cropped brown hair, clear blue eyes and a megawatt smile. Hell, I could fake illness if it meant him looking after me. I was already feeling a little faint.

 

I instinctively reached out to stop the doors, my hand brushing against his. Not an accident. They were smooth and soft and would look good squeezing my nipples. Shit. How many dirty thoughts could a person have in the space of a few seconds?

 

“Thank you!”

 

“In a hurry? Lots of lives to save?” I wanted to start a conversation and was fully aware that I made no fucking sense but still. I was in a lift with possibly the most gorgeous man I had ever seen and to top it all he was a doctor? All my Grey’s Anatomy fantasies rolled were into one.

 

The good doctor smiled and I searched his face for a look of pity. I bet he gets this all the time – women talking gibberish in his company.

“Of course! That’s what we do isn’t it? I’m Jax.” Jax? Sounds more like a hot biker dude than a doc but I’m not arguing. My fantasies had just got even filthier, if that was possible.

 

“I’m Mandy. I’m visiting a friend.” Yay, coherent speech appeared to be my friend once again.

 

“That’s a relief.” Doctor McFuck-Me-Hard had got me confused now.

 

“Why’s that?”

“Well, if you were a patient I wouldn’t be able to do this.” The hot doctor pressed up close to me and pinned me to the wall. What??

 

“Or this.” He pulled my hair aside, held it out of the way and kissed my neck. Holy fuck.

 

“Or this.” He licked me gently along my neck, up to my earlobe and gave me a tiny nip.

 

“And especially not this.” One hand smoothed down my chest and squeezed my breast and the other was making its way up my thigh, under my dress and into my panties.

 

“Tell me to stop if you want…” I had lost the power of speech by now. And fuck if I was going to tell him to stop. If I could have formed words they would have been something like “don’t stop, that’s right, more, please, more.”

 

The lift stopped suddenly and startled us as the doors began to open. Doctor Jax pulled me from the lift, down a corridor and pushed me into a side room.

 

“What do you want, Mandy? It’s your call.”

 

I grappled with my words.

 

“I want you inside me, anyway you like, and quickly. I want you to fuck me and make me come on your dick. Apart from that, it’s your call, doctor.”

 

 His eyes met mine and he gave me a dirty, dirty smile before he twisted me round and carefully bent me over the cabinet. I bet he didn’t learn this in medical school.

 

My dress was soon around my waist and the doctor was about to realise just how wet I was. Jax’s fingers slid up my inner thighs and stopped at my panties. Soaking.

 

“Fuck me, girl, you are turned on!”

 

“Well what do you expect? Now do whatever you want to me.”

 

Panties were pulled off, buttons undone and trousers fell to the floor behind me. Hands took me by the waist and I closed my eyes, just wanting to feel the sensation.

 

“You feel that?” Jax’s hard cock was touching my pussy, ever so softly, teasing the fuck out of me.

 

“I feel it.”

 

“You feel that too?” His cock pressed up closer, pushing a tiny way inside, my slickness helping him on his way.

 

“Oh fuck, I feel it.”

 

Then he slammed in, all the way, filling me, stretching me and taking me by beautiful surprise. His cock was perfect and he stopped for a split second, his balls pressed up against my clit as I bent over, full to the brim. He reached underneath to my clit and I knew I wouldn’t last long. I had long since harboured a dirty doctor fantasy and he was fulfilling every filthy second of it, and then some. My orgasm was damn well guaranteed. Doctor Jax pulled back out of me and slammed in again, all the way, even deeper than before. His fingers worked my clit softly and precisely, swirling around it as he found a rhythm and pumped in and out of me.

 

I felt my climax slowly building and I spread my legs as far as I could. Jax held my waist tight with one hand while expertly rubbing my clit and I exploded. I couldn’t take any more and I came so fucking hard, my pussy sucking in his cock as it rippled over and over.

 

“Holy shit, Mandy, I can feel it too. I’m going to come,” and Doctor McFuck-Me-Hard lived up to his fantasy name, his dick pushing in so deep with hot spurts of liquid released inside me as he came.

 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he panted, leaning over me as his orgasm slowly subsided.

 

“Was that what you wanted, Mandy?”

 

“Fuck.” It was the only word my brain could find. I turned round and nodded, a huge smile on my face telling him all he needed to know. He helped me to a vertical position and we made ourselves decent, if that’s even possible considering what we just did. His wide smile showed me just how much he enjoyed it too, not to mention the pools of come dripping down my thigh as I stood. Doctor Hot Damn passed me some tissues and we cleaned up and left the room.

 

“Where are you going, anyway?”

 

“I’m visiting my friend Ali, she’s in ward 3b.”

 

“Really? I’m heading that way. I’ll come with you.” The dirty doctor even had manners. We got to the ward and he opened the door for me. Ali saw me and smiled and Jax waved to her before leaving us alone.

 

“He’s your doctor? You lucky bitch!”

 

“I know, right? Great bedside manner too…”

 

“Oh really?”

 

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