almost four years ago…As I’m writing, finishing up the paperwork for my last patient, a pair of soft

almost four years ago…As I’m writing, finishing up the paperwork for my last patient, a pair of soft hands caress my shoulders, giving them a gentle, playful squeeze. I recognize the voice of Rina, my medical assistant, as she greets me from behind. “Hiii Doctor…” Rina is young, younger than me by more than ten years. She’s a new mom. She’s been working here for about five months and I’ve been fucking her for the last six weeks.“Oh, uh… hey Rina,” I say, my guard going up immediately. We’re alone here in the exam room but the hallway is right there…She says nothing as she massages my shoulders, her skilled fingers working out the knots and sending pleasurable tingles through my body. I know I should stop her right away, in case we’re seen, but instead I let her continue and in fact I can barely stop myself from letting out a little groan as she works them with a purpose, an intent. I had a feeling I knew what this was about. After all, it was almost that time of the week again…’our Thursday nights’…“Do you, um, need something from me?” I ask her, playing dumb for the sake of the rest of the office, in case we were overheard. There are people around, other employees…witnesses. This is dangerous. We can’t be too blatant about this or else questions will start being asked, and that’s the last thing I need. I’d been burned in an office affair once before, and I can’t afford that again.She responds with a light giggle above me, quietly tittering, “Yeah… I suppose you could say that…” Just then, I feel her breast make the slightest brush against the back of my head, “I need something…”My hand seizes and I drop my pen, shocked at her brazenness. The slightest touch of her breasts squish against my head, their warmth seeping through the sheer fabric of her top and warming my scalp. I try pulling away but she holds me fast, her arms wrapping around me and boob pressing, smushing… God, so soft…“Rina, please…” I warn, squirming, my back hunching, “Don’t do this… not here…people may see…” I want to sound relaxed, but also serious.“We could close the door…?” She suggests with mischievous promise. “We… we can’t do that…” I barely manage to squeak, having gathered the strength for that refusal, meek as it was, from somewhere. “Aww…” She loosens her grip on me, seeming to finally grant me a bit of much needed mercy, but her presence still looms behind me. Her hands on my shoulders, I feel the weight on them increase as she leans in, coming closer, her hot breath tickling my left ear…“Mommy’s so full, sweetie…”I shudder, the hair on the back of my neck immediately standing straight, my body stiffening. After only just over a month of this affair, she already knows my weaknesses, the right buttons to push, and with just a whisper she suddenly has me in the palm of her hand. Calling herself ‘Mommy’…“Jesus Rina,” I sigh, sounding immediately helpless.She delights in my reaction, a fresh round of giggles bubbling to the surface as she presses herself against me again, harder this time, those big, big breasts squishing against my back as she wraps her arms around me, hugging me to her.“Feel that? I haven’t pumped all day…” she says, right into my ear, making me shudder, “you like how big that’s gonna make me for you?”Oh lord… I thought it was just my imagination, wishful thinking on my part, but clearly not. She’d caught me staring this afternoon during clinic, even more than my usual. I had noticed that she looked bigger, her bust straining her top even more than usual, the fabric of her scrubs under even greater stress, and I couldn’t help myself.“Rina oh my god yes but…”She knew, she knew through my own confessions and her uncanny ability to read me. It’s been only six weeks but already she knew how fixated, how obsessed, how utterly absorbed by women’s breasts I am. Big breasts. Full breasts. Breasts like hers.“…s-stop.” My protest, though, was cursory at best. That breath in my ear. She keeps her mouth right there, with its heat, the intimate hiss of her breath, tongue, lips.“I know,” she continues, heedless, her voice ruthlessly paralyzing me with an new, added tenderness, “I know how much you like them. I know how much you like them when they swell up like this. When they grow for you…when they grow for my little man.”Oh god, more buttons. Again, I’d confessed more to this girl than I had to…well…anyone, ever. She knows more about me than my wife, in some ways, and was eager - always eager - to indulge my secrets, my fantasies.“But…last time we were together, when you were under me, when I was fucking you,” she whispers, fingers tracing across my right cheek as I felt her smile grow next to my ear, “you…sucked on them. And you knew how I’m nursing…”I stiffen, blood dropping from my face, heart dropping in my chest. The silent moment thundered.“…why was that? Hm? Why’d you do that?” she asked, playing at innocence but with a knowing lilt.She…she knows about how I uh, like, big women. She’d indulge that, she’s not a small girl. Her thighs actually dwarf mine, her ass is a marvel of muscle and - just for me - she’s been squatting even heavier at the gym. She knew also how naturally…and this word makes me squirm…submissive I can be. How submissive I am, in bed, behind closed doors. How I like to be - jesus I can’t believe I’m saying this - made to feel little. Small. Weak. But she hadn’t discovered - mostly due to my own hesitation - my deepest fantasies. But now, after our last night together, I’m convinced she knows. After I drew that one mouthful, sucked that small bit of milk from her and then came, immediately in my excitement, inside her - after that, things have been different. We talked very little of it at the time, but the moment has grown in weight over the week and now…it’s Thursday again.I have no words, but she hears it all.“Shhh…ahhhh…shhhh…” she breathed, into my left ear, “it’s okay, we’ll talk allll about it tonight…my place…”Sheryl thinks I’m lecturing again at the senior center.“…Mommy’s so full, sweetie…” she repeated, now with portent heavier than I could bear, giving me one last bosomy squeeze before releasing me, standing back, and spinning me in my chair to face her…“…and tonight she needs you to help.”thanks to DoubleBurger20 for help on the copy -- source link

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