Confession: My Doctor Blew Me And I Didn’t Stop Her

The first time I saw her, I knew I was in trouble. My new doctor was a petite woman, with short red hair and glasses that made her eyes sparkle like emeralds. She had a way of looking at me that made my pulse race and my palms sweat. I brushed it off as nerves, chalked it up to the uncomfortable nature of a routine check-up with a new doctor, especially one so attractive.

I think she knew I was attracted to her straight away. I always preferred female doctors but have never gotten one so young and hot as she was.

As she guided me through the usual procedures, my mind kept wandering back to the way her skirt had clung to her curves, the subtle scent of her perfume that filled the room every time she moved closer to me. I tried to focus on the poster of the human spine on the wall, anything to keep my thoughts in check.

But when she asked me to undress, things began to feel different. There was an air of tension in the room that wasn’t there before. Her hands were soft against my skin as she examined me, but I could have sworn I felt something else, something more than just medical professionalism.

When it was over and I was redressing, she leaned in close to my ear. “I noticed you were uncomfortable during your exam,” she whispered. “I have something that could help with that.”

I glanced up at her, startled. She gave me a knowing smile and wrote down her address, telling me to meet her at 7 PM.

My erection was already obvious as I knocked on the door to her home. For reference, I am a virgin and basically have no idea how sexual hookups are supposed to go. She was dressed in a black leggings that hugged her curves like a second skin. She led me in without a word, closing the curtains and dimming the lights.

“Strip down and lie down,” she ordered. I obeyed without thinking, my mind foggy with anticipation.

She climbed over me. I lay there, exposed, waiting for her next move. I never expected what happened next.

Her lips wrapped around my erection, and I let out a stifled moan. My cock throbbed in her mouth, her tongue tracing the veins along its length, her hands cupping my balls. She sucked and licked like a woman possessed, her eyes locked on mine the entire time.

I tried to fight it, I really did. I knew it was wrong, that I should at least get to know her a LITTLE better before I put my penis in her. But her mouth was heaven, her lips so warm and inviting around me. I couldn’t resist. I let go and let her work her magic, feeling my climax building until it finally exploded from me with an intensity I had never experienced from jerking it.

Now, weeks later, I can’t stop thinking about my first blowjob. I find myself making up excuses to schedule appointments with her hoping for a repeat of what happened before. It feels weird knowing she could throw away her medical career for doing something like that, and I don’t see how it was worth it for her?

Response from Lexi:

Hey, you did nothing wrong! Most guys would be ecstatic for that sort of thing to happen.

And that’s kind of what makes life exciting, right? You never know when your next opportunity is going to pop up outta nowhere!