Chapter 2: The Hair Incident
As Dr. Roberts leaned in, Elliot took a deep breath. Grasping at all of the thoughts that got him through the first portion of the exam. He can't pick one. His member is throbbing. "She's gonna touch it" he thought to himself.
Dr. Roberts uses her finger and thumb to start feeling for lumps on Elliot's Penis. "I'm going to perform palpations just to feel around for anything abnormal... Everything looks--Oh! Shit! Shit! Shit!"
Seventeen spurts of semen fly out of his cock, in what feels like slow motion bullet time to Elliot. An instant to Dr. Roberts.
Dr. Emma Roberts stared at the sight before her, frozen in disbelief. Elliot's member had unleashed a torrent of cum, covering her face and hair in a sticky, glistening liquid. The smell of semen permeated the air, a sharp contrast to the sterile environment they were accustomed to. Emma's initial shock quickly gave way to determination; she knew she had to handle this situation delicately, ensuring no one suspected the true nature of the accident.
"Well, Mr. Wilson," she began, struggling to suppress a wince.
"There seems to be an issue here."
Elliot was paralyzed, unable to speak or move. He gazed at Dr. Roberts, his face contorting into a mix of horror and shame. The intense desire to apologize consumed him, but fear held him captive.
"I know, Doctor," he managed to utter after several agonizing moments. "I didn't mean---"
"Shh," she interrupted, placing a gentle hand on his arm.
"It's alright. Accidents happen." She used her sleeve to wipe off a smear of cum from her cheek, then took a step back, appraising the damage.
Emma removed her glasses, pinching the bridge of her nose as she exhaled deeply. "Listen, Mr. Wilson, I need to leave here for a few minutes to clean up. While I'm gone, try to relax. Take a few deep breaths. This isn't the end of the world."
Emma repeated these words silently, though her heartbeat refused to slow down. She exited the examination room, leaving Elliot alone with his humiliation.
Emma hurried down the hallway, her shoes tapping loudly against the linoleum floor. She found a restroom tucked away near the storage closet, its entrance hidden behind a nondescript door. Inside, she locked the door and turned on the faucet, allowing the water to run until it ran clear.
She cupped her hands under the stream, splashing the cold water onto her face, washing away the remnants of Elliot's semen.
She looks in the mirror and notices her hair. It's everywhere. Little droplets of cum strewn throughout, as if her hair has been bedazzled by his semen. "This is going to take forever to clean up!" Emma whispered to herself, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her dark brown hair, previously neat and orderly, was now plastered with semen, a macabre decoration that clouded her senses. "What am I supposed to do now?"
Emma's thoughts raced as she scrubbed at her hair, attempting to rid herself of the sticky residue. "I can't go back there like this. My colleagues will talk."
She pictured the whispers behind her back, the judgmental glances, and the hushed conversations that would inevitably follow.
In that moment, she felt trapped, the walls closing in around her. Yet, the memory of Elliot's tormented gaze lingered in her mind, fueling her resolve to protect him from further harm. She had to find a solution that would save both of them from scandal – a task far from easy.
Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, stinging her eyes as she continued to scrub at her hair. She cursed under her breath, tossing her head from side to side in frustration.
The cum had seeped into her scalp, and no matter how hard she scrubbed, it stubbornly refused to budge. Desperation welled up in her chest, threatening to consume her as she frantically searched for a towel or cloth to soak up the mess. Finally, she spotted a paper towel dispenser on the counter, and quickly pulled out a handful of towels.
"Damn it!" she muttered, pressing the towels against her damp hair. The semen began to soak into the paper, leaving a faint outline of the pattern.
Emma pressed harder, hoping to absorb as much of the fluid as possible. Her efforts were futile, for the semen had already infiltrated her scalp. Each new wave of desperation surged through her, accompanied by an overwhelming sensation of vulnerability. With every pass of the towel, she feared that her secret could be revealed at any moment.
Suddenly, as if struck by divine intervention, she remembered the showers located outside the changing rooms. She sprang to her feet, grabbing the towels from her wet hair. Before exiting the stall, she took one last look at her reflection.
Her hair still bore traces of the evidence, but it was better than before. At least now, nobody would immediately suspect anything amiss. She dried her face, dabbing at the remaining semen stains with a fresh towel. Afterwards, she carefully folded the dirty towels, concealing the telltale signs of her predicament.
With renewed confidence, Emma stepped out of the bathroom, locking the door behind her. The hallway was empty, devoid of prying eyes or curious whispers. Relieved, she walked briskly towards the examination room, eager to return to Elliot's side.
She knocked twice, hearing his soft response before entering. Upon seeing him sitting upright on the hospital bed, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Dr. Roberts, thank goodness you're back," Elliot blurted out, his voice quivering with emotion. "I don't know what came over me. I never wanted to do that to you."
Emma approached the bedside, her eyes meeting Elliot's apologetic gaze. "It's alright, Mr. Wilson. Accidents happen. But we must continue our examination." Emma maintained a professional distance, resisting the urge to brush the stray locks of cum-laden hair from her forehead. "Your health is important to us, Mr. Wilson. We will overcome this hurdle together."
Elliot offered a weak smile, grateful for the doctor's understanding. "Thank you, Dr. Roberts. I appreciate your patience."
Emma nodded, her gaze fixed on Elliot's erect penis. Despite the awkward circumstances, she couldn't deny the arousal growing within her.
She had seen countless penises in her career, but none had ever caused such a reaction. It wasn't the size, nor the shape, but rather the sheer force of nature that this young man possessed. It was a living entity, pulsating with vitality.
She cleared her throat, focusing on the task at hand. "Mr. Wilson, I need to check your prostate." She handed him a bottle of numbing gel, which he obediently applied to his glans. "You may need to adjust your position.
Lie on your left side, facing the window," Emma instructed, offering a helping hand to guide Elliot into position.
"I've never done this before," confessed Elliot, his voice trembling.
"That's perfectly normal," replied Emma, her voice soothing and comforting. "Take a deep breath, and let's proceed."
As Elliot laid on his side, Emma positioned herself behind him, her hands resting on his hips. Gently guiding him, she helped him stretch his knees and pull his heels towards his buttocks.
"It's important to relax," she whispered, her breath tickling his earlobe. "I'm here to support you."
His muscles relaxed somewhat, a feeling of trust blossoming between them. "Okay," he murmured, nodding slightly. The numbing gel had begun to take effect, creating a tingling sensation that teased his nerves.
Emma prepared herself, positioning her gloved index and middle fingers at the base of his scrotum.
She pushed firmly inward, searching for the elusive spot that would grant access to his most sensitive organ. The pressure increased as she advanced deeper, the tight sphincter gradually relinquishing its grip.
"Relax, Mr. Wilson," she cooed reassuringly in his ear. "Let your body surrender to the sensations."
He moaned softly, his breathing quickening as the intrusion intensified. Emma's fingers slid effortlessly past the resistance, finally reaching their destination. The moment her fingertips made contact with his prostate, Elliot's entire body convulsed.
A low growl escaped his lips, his muscles tightening as he struggled to contain the sensations coursing through him.
"Breathe, Mr. Wilson," Emma urged, her voice a gentle whisper. "Let go of the pain. Embrace the pleasure."
He inhaled sharply, the scent of antiseptic filling his nostrils. His heart hammered in his chest, a rapid tempo that matched the rhythm of his escalating arousal.
As Emma's fingers explored his inner depths, Elliot could no longer contain the overwhelming sensations that threatened to overwhelm him. The numbness of the numbing gel faded, replaced by the purest ecstasy imaginable. He gasped, his breath hitching as uncontrollable shudders rippled through his body.
"Are you alright?" Dr. Emma asked, her voice husky with concern. "Please let me know if you need to stop."
He shook his head desperately, the words stuck in his throat.
"No! Please, I can't—"
Dr. Roberts felt his panic, and she knew she had to regain control quickly. "Deep breaths, Mr. Wilson. Just focus on relaxing."
She paused momentarily, allowing the silence to envelop them. "Feel the sensation of my fingers inside you, exploring your deepest secrets. Allow yourself to succumb to the pleasure."
Her voice was soft, seductive, as if she were sharing a forbidden secret with her lover.
She knew that her words and touch were having an impact on Elliot, and she reveled in the power she held over him.
"If cum facials are a sign of dominance" she thought "I wonder what this situation implies".
Emma's fingers danced around his prostate, expertly stimulating him while maintaining complete control. She felt the tension mounting within him, his body betraying the passion raging within his loins. She knew that he wanted her, needed her, and she planned to give him exactly what he desired.
As she continued to manipulate his insides, she felt his cock twitch involuntarily.
She could sense that he was on the edge. Pre-cum was oozing out of his tip, and she smiled knowing that she had complete control. "I wonder if he can cum as much a second time?" she thought to herself, as her analytical mind began merging with her lust.
Dr. Roberts removed her latex gloves, setting them aside as she allowed her fingers to explore Elliot's body. Her touch was tender, caressing his skin with the lightest brushes of her fingertips. Elliot moaned softly, his breaths coming faster and heavier as he felt his entire body start to contract in pleasure.
She firmly grabbed his cock. The morbid curiosity consumed her. Dr. Emma gazed into Elliot's eyes. "You will cum!" is what that gaze spoke, without a word being uttered.
Emma gently squeezed Elliot's shaft, marveling at the velvety texture beneath her fingers. The heat emanating from his erection was intoxicating, drawing her closer to the man she once saw only as a patient. She felt an unfamiliar longing swell within her, a craving that had been dormant for years.
"Dr. Emma," Elliot croaked, his voice hoarse with suppressed desire. "What are you doing?"
"You're about to experience something extraordinary," she answered back confidently, her tone hushed yet commanding.
"Embrace it fully and enjoy the ride."
Elliot listened intently, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. The anticipation of what was to come filled him with both excitement and unease. As he lay prone on the examination table, he wondered if he was truly ready for what awaited him.
"Are you sure?" he mumbled nervously, his words barely audible.
"Yes," she responded sternly yet reassuringly. "Trust me."
Her answer seemed to resonate within him, giving him the courage to proceed.
His heart rate accelerated, and his breath became shallow as he anticipated the inevitable outcome. He felt exposed, vulnerable, yet strangely liberated. He trusted Dr. Emma, believing her intentions were genuine and benevolent.
"I'm ready," he whispered, his voice trembling slightly.
"Good," she replied, her tone firm and decisive. "Now, I want you to close your eyes and focus on the sensations."
He did as instructed, shutting his eyes tightly. His mind wandered, contemplating the upcoming encounter. What would it feel like? Would it be painful?
Would it be pleasurable? Would it make him feel more connected to the woman he admired so much?
Elliot tried to envision the scenario, but his imagination failed him. Instead, he focused on the warmth of Dr. Emma's hands on his body, the softness of her touch, and the subtle scent of her perfume. The familiarity of her presence calmed him, providing a sense of comfort amidst the uncertainty.
"Now, I want you to squeeze your PC muscle," Dr. Emma said, her voice taking on a soothing quality.
"And squeeze again. That's right. Now, visualize your body as a reservoir of energy, full to the brim with potential. This reservoir needs release - a healthy, satisfying release. Imagine that your orgasm is the floodgate opening, releasing all that pent-up energy."
Elliot listened intently, trying to connect with the imagery she described. He felt a stirring within him, a longing for release that he hadn't experienced before. He wanted to please her, to demonstrate his gratitude for her guidance and expertise.
He squeezed his PC muscle again, feeling the familiar tension building within him.
"Dr. Emma," he murmured, his voice strained and heavy with desire. "I don't know what to say. Thank you for everything."
Her response was immediate, a gentle caress of his hand. "You don't have to say anything, Mr. Wilson. Feel the sensations. Let them guide you."
Elliot closed his eyes, concentrating on the feelings coursing through him. He imagined his body as a reservoir of energy, waiting to burst forth in orgasmic release.
His breaths became ragged, punctuated by soft groans and whimpers.
"Dr. Emma," he murmured, his voice breaking. "I feel...different."
"That's wonderful, Mr. Wilson," she responded, her voice hushed yet confident. "Let the feelings wash over you. Let them consume you."
Her words echoed in his ears, like a mantra guiding him toward the brink of release. He clung to her instruction, desperate to navigate the stormy seas of his awakening sexuality.
The sensation of her fingers working his erection sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, each stroke more enticing than the last. He was spellbound, utterly entranced by the exquisite torture that Dr. Emma was orchestrating.
"That's it, Mr. Wilson," she purred, her voice like silk against his skin. "Allow yourself to fall into the abyss of pleasure. Release the beast within you."
Her words reached deep within him, sparking a fire that burned brighter with each passing moment. He arched his back, moaning softly as another wave of pleasure washed over him.
His cock throbbed, pulsing with an insatiable hunger for release. He could feel a dam forming within him, threatening to burst at any moment.
The pressure built steadily, like a volcano preparing to erupt. He clung to Dr. Emma's every word, her soft whispers acting as a lifeline in the midst of his mounting arousal.
"Remember, Mr. Wilson," she said, her voice a soothing balm to his fevered mind. "Let the feelings guide you. Surrender to the sensation."
He nodded, his breaths coming in rapid, shallow gasps. His entire body seemed to vibrate with the intensity of his arousal, his cock throbbing in anticipation.
He looks at Dr. Emma, sees her dried cum laden hair from his previous explosion. This visual portrait was enough to send him over the edge. "I'm gonna cum." Elliot whispers.
Dr. Emma looks down at Elliot's Penis in anticipation. A waterfall of arousal has engulfed her underwear. "Here we go, yes" she thinks "Let's count".
His cock begins thumping like a drum.
It's about to explode. Dr. Emma's delicate fingers dance across his shaft, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through Elliot's veins. "Yes, Elliot," she whispers, her hot breath brushing against his neck. "Release the beast within you."
Her words ignite a fiery desire within him, driving him to the edge of oblivion. "I'm gonna cum, Doc," he pants, his voice hoarse with anticipation. With a final squeeze of his PC muscle, he surrenders to the relentless tide of pleasure.
His cock erupts, unleashing a torrent of semen that explodes from his shaft. Elliot screams out in ecstasy, his cry echoing through the examination room.
Dr. Emma feels Elliot's cock pulse erratically, pumping load after load out of his tip. Her gloved hand guiding his aim. Each jet of cum is powerful, saturating her glove and flying across the room. It lands on the blood pressure cuff, the computer keys, the counter, the chair.
"My God!" Dr. Emma exclaims, as she's counting his loads in her head. "9..10...11...12...13...14..."
"18!"
Despite the cleanup this will take, she can't help but feel a strange satisfaction, a sense of accomplishment that she's guided Elliot to this point.
"That's it, Mr. Wilson," she says, her voice calm and reassuring, as she squeezes the last bead of cum from his tip.
"That was quite impressive."
She helps Elliot sit up, his body shuddering with the aftermath of his explosive orgasm. His flaccid cock dangles between his legs, a stark contrast to the rampant beast it had been just moments ago.
"Thank you," he manages to utter, his voice weak and fragile. "I don't know what came over me."
"Don't worry about it," she replies, her voice warm and comforting.
"These things happen. I'll do some reading, and try to figure out the source. Premature ejaculation can often be a result of something physical, or psychological. Sometimes both. In your case, there definitely seems to be a build-up of semen, as well as super strong pelvic contractions, but I don't want to discount a psychological factor either".
Elliot nods, the exhaustion weighing heavily upon him. "Thank you, Doctor."
"You're welcome, Mr. Wilson," she says, her voice softening. "I think you should visit us again in about 3 days. Try not to masturbate. We're going to follow up with some psych questions, and perhaps try another physical experiment when I have a little more time in my schedule. Does that sound good to you?"
Elliot agrees, and offers a waned smile before gathering his belongings and departing the examination room.
Emma watches him leave, her thoughts churning with confusion and arousal. She cannot deny the profound experience they shared, and she wonders where this journey might lead them.
For now, though, she knows that she must maintain her composure and concentrate on treating Elliot's condition, professionally.
Dr. Emma Roberts spent the remainder of the day immersed in her work, lost in the intricacies of various patients' cases. Yet, even as she scribbled notes and examined charts, her thoughts kept returning to Elliot. The intense encounter they shared weighed heavily on her conscience, and she found herself struggling to reconcile her professional duty with her deeply conflicted feelings.
"What am I doing?" she whispered to herself, her eyes darting around the bustling clinic.
She had hoped to slip away undetected, but fate seemed to conspire against her. Every few minutes, the door to the examination room would creak open, revealing a curious pair of eyes peering in. Emma could feel the weight of their silent judgement, and it drove her to distraction.
She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her gaze darting nervously between the clock on the wall and the endless stream of patients waiting patiently for their turn. Time ground to a halt, each fleeting second stretching into eternity.
Every glance, every murmur, every whispered prayer seemed amplified beyond measure. Elliot and Emma's intimate encounter lingered in the air, casting a shadow over everyone present.
The examination room remained untouched, the remnants of their passionate interlude scattered like strewn confetti. The lingering scent of sweat and semen hung heavy in the air, a testament to the raw, carnal desires that had unfolded within these walls.
Emma attempted to bury her shame, to rise above the whispers and sideways glances that followed her wherever she went.
Yet, no matter how hard she tried, the memory of her illicit encounter with Elliot continued to haunt her. It lurked in the shadows, stalking her like a malevolent specter from her darkest nightmares.
"You mustn't allow those baseless rumors to affect you, Dr. Roberts," Emma's mentor, Dr. Andrea Daniels, advised her during a private consultation. "You've dedicated your life to healing others, and you deserve nothing less than respect and admiration."
Dr. Daniels' words resonated deeply within Emma, reminding her of the true purpose of her calling.
As she listened intently, her heart swelled with gratitude for the wise counsel of her esteemed superior. She vowed to draw strength from Andrea's wisdom and forge ahead, undeterred by the obstacles that stood in her path.
"Dr. Daniels," Emma began hesitantly, her voice wavering slightly. "I fear that my personal feelings may cloud my judgment. How can I ensure that I remain objective and prioritize the wellbeing of my patients?"
Andrea studied Emma's face closely, noting the vulnerability that shone through her typically composed demeanor.
"One word. Accountability." Andrea noted. "There's a new Doctor joining us tomorrow, in fact. Just graduated from Brown University, top of her class. Dr. Sarah Thompson."
Dr. Daniels smiled with a 'Eureka' moment that Emma recognized all too well, and a wave of comfort washed over her, knowing that Dr. Daniels had the answer that would save her from herself.
"What do you think about Dr. Thompson sitting in with in with you, during Elliot's next appointment? Never hurts to have a second opinion, right?"
Dr. Daniels mused aloud, watching Emma's reaction.
"I suppose so," Emma replied cautiously, her expression remaining guarded. "But why bring in someone else now?"
"Well, you know how we've been short-staffed lately," Dr. Daniels sighed sympathetically. "I figured it couldn't hurt to have another set of eyes on our patients' charts. And besides, Dr. Thompson seems like a real catch -- smart, ambitious, and drop-dead gorgeous.
You'd be lucky to have her assisting you. Plus, it wouldn't hurt to have another perspective on Elliot's case. She won't be taking over, just observing, and assisting you. Don't you dare think I'll be pulling my best Doctor off of her most fascinating case of the year!" Dr. Daniels poking playfully.
Emma reluctantly agreed, her heart sinking as she realized that Dr. Daniels' plan would effectively separate her from Elliot. "Very well," she conceded, forcing a smile that betrayed the turmoil roiling within her. "I'll speak with Dr. Thompson tomorrow."
With a brisk nod, she rose from her seat and exited the room, leaving behind a dejected sigh.
The news of Dr. Thompson's arrival cast a shadow over her spirits, threatening to snuff out the embers of hope that still smoldered within her.
However, Emma knew that she had no choice but to comply with Dr. Daniels' wishes. After all, she had sworn an oath to uphold the highest standards of medical ethics, and she would not compromise her integrity for the sake of personal gain.
As morning turned to afternoon, an oppressive silence descended upon the clinic. The normally bustling halls fell silent, the doctors and nurses subdued under the weight of their collective burden.
The atmosphere was thick with tension, and the occasional murmur of conversation served only to heighten the palpable discomfort. Everyone suspected Dr. Roberts' indiscretion, but no one knew for sure. The now crusted semen in Emma's scalp was evidence that something had happened, but no one knew that the patient *accidentally* ejaculated (at least the first time).
The scandalous rumors that circulated amongst the nurses only added fuel to the flames of discontent.
In the reception area, patients waited patiently for their appointments, many unaware of the drama unfolding behind the locked doors of the examination rooms. The staff maintained a veneer of composure, their smiles forced and their voices strained.
The normally cheerful atmosphere seemed tainted by the shadow of dread that clung to every corner of the clinic. Everyone was aware of the seemingly scandalous events that had transpired, yet no one dared discuss the topic openly. Instead, they whispered quietly among themselves, sharing knowing glances and murmurs of disapproval.
Emma sat in her office, her thoughts swirling with guilt and self-loathing. She couldn't believe that she had let herself succumb to her lust, even if only for a minute.
As the clock reached closing time at the clinic, she came to the realization that she was helping this man. She had no reason to be embarrassed, or despise herself. She knew that no matter what thoughts floated around her mind during her session with Elliot, she was performing her medical duty.
She reminded herself that her job was to heal people and to alleviate suffering. And she knew that she could do that with Elliot.
She took a deep breath and walked to the examination room, recounting the day's events one final time. "You got this" she muttered under her breath. She turned the light off, walked to her car, and started the engine.
During her slow drive home, her vivid memories of Elliot started to take hold. She ran her hand through her hair, and felt a tiny remnant of Elliot's massive load. Her body shivered as she recalled the feeling of Elliot's cock thumping in her gloved hand. Ejaculating for what felt like an eternity.
Emma pressed harder on the gas pedal, anticipating the alone time with her toys tucked under the bed that awaited her at home.
The car hummed beneath her, the engine purring like a content kitten as she pulled into her driveway. Her heart raced as she opened the car door, stepping onto the cold concrete of her garage. The isolation of her bedroom called to her, promising solace in the form of a satisfied libido.
Once inside, she stripped off her clothes, reveling in the cool air that enveloped her naked form. She stood in front of the mirror, examining her toned body with a critical eye. Her breasts were perky and perfect, her nipples erect and begging for attention.
Emma ran her hands over her body, feeling the heat rising within her. She removed her panties, exposing her wet pussy, which was swollen and eager for release.
She moved to her bed, kneeling on the cool sheets. She reached under the mattress, retrieving her favorite toy. It was a sleek, black vibrator, perfectly shaped to stimulate her sensitive spots. Its smooth surface glistened with her saliva, and she eagerly inserted it into her dripping slit.
As she thrusted the toy deeper into her body, she thought of Elliot.
The image of his erect penis pulsating in her grip consumed her thoughts, fueling her desire. She remembered the forceful ejaculation, the sticky semen spraying all over her hair and face. It was a shocking, overwhelming sensation that she couldn't get out of her mind. The combination of power and vulnerability made her shiver with anticipation.
She picked up another toy, a pink rabbit vibrator with two prongs. One end aimed directly at her clitoris, while the other curved inward to hit her G-spot. She positioned the toy strategically, pressing it firmly against her entrance.
With a flick of her wrist, she activated the vibrations, and immediately, a surge of pleasure coursed through her body. It was an intoxicating sensation, a symphony of sensations that left her gasping for breath.
Emma's hips bucked involuntarily, her muscles tightening around the intruder. She moaned loudly, her cries echoing through the empty house. The vibrations intensified, stimulating her clitoris with a rhythmic cadence that pushed her closer to the edge.
She reached down below, massaging her breasts as she worked the toy deeper inside her.
The feeling of fullness overwhelmed her senses, causing her to lose all control. She writhed on the bed, panting heavily as the sensations grew stronger.
"Oh, Elliot," she whimpered, his name escaping her lips without warning. "Just imagine how incredible it would feel to have you inside me."
She pictured the scene in her mind, imagining his erect penis thrusting wildly between her legs. She moaned louder, her cries growing more urgent as the visions became clearer.
"Yes, Elliot," she cried, her voice hoarse with passion.
"Fill me with your seed. Make me yours."
Emma tossed her head back, arching her spine as goosebumps rippled across her flesh. Her fingers dug into the sheets, clutching at the fabric in desperation. She couldn't believe how quickly she had fallen for him—a patient, no less. But there was something irresistible about Elliot, something that drew her in like a moth to the flame.
She screamed, a guttural, almost animalistic noise that tore through the quiet night as her G-Spot was activated. There was no stopping the flood of juices that were about to shoot out of her.
The pressure was increasing, swelling up until it was about to explode. The pink rabbit vibrator was shaking wildly inside her, matching the rhythm of her movements. It was so hot, so tight, the spasms engulf her entire body as she contorts and screams "Fuuuuuck!"
The fountain of squirts couldn't be contained. A stream of her juices arch over the bed and onto the floor. One after the other.
As her pelvis thrusts violently around the bed, Emma struggles to keep her legs open, directing the outpouring of cum.
The sheets under her begin to soak, and soon puddles are forming on the floor. The smell of sex fills the air, mixing with the aroma of her freshly showered body.
"Elliot," she moans, gripping the sides of the bed as the climax reaches it's height. "Please, fill me up."
Her muscles tighten, and a series of violent spasms rock her body. Wave after wave of ecstasy courses through her, leaving her gasping for breath. The room becomes a blur, a whirlwind of colors and sounds.
Her grip on the sheets loosens. Her muscles release, and gravity takes hold. She melts into the bed, as the rabbit falls to the floor, and glides through the puddle of cum like a fish that's been released back into the water.
As the buzzing continues, it slowly lulls her to sleep, but just as she's about to push out into the water of the void, a thought breeches her mind like an intruder in the night; "Dr. Thompson!"
She hops out of bed, brings out several towels, and starts to wipe her cum off of the floor, fearing what this new assistant might mean with Elliot's case at the clinic..
After cleaning up, Emma lies back down, staring at the ceiling as she tries to make sense of her feelings. She realizes that she needs to find a way to control them, lest they consume her completely.
As the sun rises, Emma finally drifts off to sleep, her dreams filled with images of Elliot and fantasies of exploring his body even further.
The alarm clock blares, signaling the start of a new day. Emma groans, reaching out to silence the obnoxious noise. She stretches, feeling the stiffness of her limbs. Another long day awaits her at the clinic.
Dr. Emma in the restroom assessing the damage
Dr. Emma, realizing there's more cleanup to do.
Emma pondering Elliot's case during her bath
Dr. Sarah Thompson