Spread on the Table: Patient’s Throbbing Clit Drives Lesbian Doctor to Cheat – Keri Sable
The moment Dr. Ava Laurens snapped on her nitrile gloves, she knew today’s consult would wreck her. Her last patient of the afternoon, twenty-three-year-old Riley, had booked a “routine pelvic,” yet every step down the hallway felt like foreplay. Ava’s pulse raced—classic signs of a lesbian doctor seduction waiting to explode.
Riley already sat on the exam table, paper gown crumpled at her lap, caramel thighs deliberately uncrossed. The overhead fluorescents glistened on her slick lower lips; she’d clearly “prepared” for this appointment. Ava’s tongue involuntarily grazed the roof of her mouth. Professional ethics? Board certification? They evaporated under the musky scent curling toward her.
“Let’s review your chart,” Ava murmured, voice huskier than intended. She clicked the tablet, but her gaze stayed anchored on Riley’s hard, pink clit peeking from between plump labia—an invitation no amount of training could ignore.
Riley smirked. “Problem, Doc? You look… hungry.” She inched the gown higher, unveiling a trimmed triangle leading straight to glistening heaven. “I shaved just for you. Thought a lesbian doctor seduction fantasy might brighten your day.”
Ava’s cunt clenched. She flicked the door lock. “You shouldn’t tease medical professionals,” she warned, though her hand already palmed Riley’s knee, pushing it wider. Stainless-steel stirrups gleamed as ankles slid into place, framing a dripping pussy that begged to be tasted.
“Safe word is ‘red,’” Riley whispered, rolling hips upward. “Otherwise I want every inch of your tongue inside me.”
No more pretense. Ava dove, mouth latching over that swollen clit, sucking like a starving woman. Riley yelped, fingers tangling in Ava’s pinned-up hair, yanking her closer. Sloppy, wet noises filled the sterile room—pure audio Viagra for anyone lurking outside. Ava lapped from slit to puckered asshole, collecting juice, moaning at the tangy sweetness only a shameless lesbian doctor seduction can deliver.
Riley’s thighs trembled. “F-fuck, don’t stop.” Ava slid two gloved fingers knuckle-deep, curling against the spongy front wall while her thumb circled that engorged nub. Riley bucked, gown slipping off pert tits, nipples bullet-hard. Ava captured one, teeth grazing, tongue flicking in rhythm with the fingers pistoning Riley’s cunt.
The exam table creaked under frantic motion. Ava’s white coat dropped, revealing lace braless tits, nipples dark and aching. Riley seized the moment, twisting so she could latch onto a stiff peak, suckling while grinding against Ava’s thrusting hand. Their bodies slapped—skin on skin, sweat mixing with arousal—an erotic cocktail scenting the air thick.
“Need you naked,” Riley panted. Ava obeyed, scrubs pooling at her ankles. Both women fully nude now, tits mashed, mouths colliding in sloppy kisses tasting of pussy and desperation. Ava hoisted Riley onto her lap, reverse cowgirl on the narrow table, slick folds kissing. They rocked, clits mashing, juices smearing inner thighs, moans echoing off cold tile.
“Close,” Riley whimpered. Ava reached between them, pinching both clits together, rubbing in tight circles. A gush of hot cream coated her fingers. Riley convulsed, squirting clear arcs across Ava’s stomach, the ultimate confirmation that lesbian doctor seduction had hit its filthy peak.
But Ava hadn’t cum—yet. She spun Riley around, bent her over the table, ass high. Kneeling, she tongue-fucked that twitching hole from behind, slurping every drop of climax while two fingers corkscrewed her own drenched pussy. Riley pushed back, greedy for more rimming, more everything.
They came together—Riley’s second orgasm, Ava’s first—screams muffled against forearms. Spent, they collapsed in a heap of limbs, fluids drying on stainless steel. Ava knew the surveillance cameras would record every second, but the thought only reignited her arousal. Some risks—like an explosive lesbian doctor seduction—are worth losing a license for.
Breathless, Ava traced hearts over Riley’s sweat-slick back. “Same time next week?”
Riley giggled, clit still fluttering. “Only if you bring your strap-on, Doc. I want the full, unethical treatment.”
