DERMATOLOGIST SHORT!

Even though this story happened to a friend, with his permission, I'm going to tell her in the first person, mainly because I wish she had happened to me... and she starts, sort of, like... Recently, I had some skin problems with the appearance of small warts in certain parts of my body that did not hurt much less (and as the experts said: if it does not hurt or itches, it requires attention!), which is why I sought with my agreement a dermatologist with whom I could consult. After some research on the electronic site of the agreement, I discovered a dermatologist whose office was very close to my home, making things too easy for me in terms of time and displacement. I immediately called the office and was attended by a soft and youthful voice receptionist who told me that Dr. Sandra (that was her name) only had available hours for two weeks (!). As I assumed it was not something desperate, I scheduled the appointment for a Tuesday morning the week that it was available. Well, as I usually say that nothing happens by chance, that same week I took an afternoon off to fuck my “girlfriend” (better say lover, since I’m married, but it looks good anyway), and getting some excuse at work, I left around lunch time and met her in a previously arranged place. We took my car and headed to the nearest motel – by the way, a motel that had become usual for both of us. Our eagerness to climb like two insane people was so intense that afternoon, that even the usual “toys” we used to use every time we were together, were put aside by the pick-up that rolled heavy as we entered the suite. As a matter of fact, the thing started in the garage when I bare my cat's boobs and sucked her nipples until they were so full that she groaned like a gazelle in heat. Her skilful hands soon found my hard roller that threatened to break through the fabric of her pants, and with that typical way of a woman who knows very well what she wants, she immediately unstuck her belt and lowered her zipper, pulling my underwear to the middle of her thighs, releasing the muscle that cried out for her pussy. I reacted to the height, pulling her dress down below the waistline, searching with one of her hands for her little grille. My agile and smart fingers faced the delicate lingerie that “protected” the little group of my desire, and eagerly penetrated the side of the intimate piece, finding a warm and very wet vagina. I played with the big lips just long enough to find, inside the little lips, the swollen, pulsating clits resembling a minute female penis. I made him roll between my fingers, tightened him gently, alternating moments when he was pressed counts the upper part of the vagina, with others where I gently pulled him down, feeling the enormous pleasure in the groans, sighs and uncontrolled inspirations of my partner who seemed to be in full trance of pleasure. As soon as she came, we split up, we just got rid of our clothes, running upstairs towards the bedroom. As soon as we came in, I pushed my delight up on the bed, making her all four, showing off her full and offered ass, which seemed to call by my dick to penetrate it. I ran towards her and with a single stub I sank into her properly lubricated yawn, feeling my balls go against the soft fabric to the back of her buttocks. I held on to those delicious meats as I started going and coming with the care of not exaggerating at speed, allowing her to enjoy as much as I did that moment of pure delivery. We were like this, falling in this total ecstasy for as long as we could; my girlfriend had already come a few times, while I, as brave as I was reckless, resisted as much as I could. And there was the moment when I gave in – not because of an orgasm that didn't come – more because of physical exhaustion in the face of so much effort caused by so much horny! I lay next to my beloved and we hugged, exchanging kisses and caresses that wanted no end. We fell asleep a very light sleep, so then I wake up and start caressing my girlfriend's full and well-filled buttocks, strolling all over that warm, velvety skin. Suddenly, I see myself coming down my hand toward the valley formed by those heaps of desire, until I reach the small hole filled with small nerve endings that – immediately – contracted to my subtle but daring touch. My girlfriend wakes up looking at me with a languid, inviting look. I think the best is yet to come. - Come my master and sir... Come on, you little bitch, come on. She wants it. – the words said with a sweet and servile intonation make my roll jump in readiness, able to proceed from where it had stopped. I stood by the bed, and I pulled my girlfriend to the edge, helping her get on all fours. I held the buttocks in the area very close to the valley and plunged my cock into his vagina that remained completely flooded, only with the undisclosed intention of lubricate my dick enough to facilitate the “other penetration” that was coming. Even before my girlfriend hit the threat surrounding her ass, I pointed the swollen, red gland in the direction of that insinuating little hole and, with a straight blow, made her break into the entrance, breaking through the first resistance and causing my girl to groan with pain, retreating her pelvis from the attack of my dick that had already become imminent. Assuming the dominant (and also dominating) male posture, I pressed the meats of the buttocks pulling it back to me and imposing a manly and inevitable penetration. I pushed vigorously, causing my roll to penetrate that little ass, centimeter by centimeter, forcing my girlfriend to roll her ass like she was looking for some relief with those moves, while she was moaning, screaming and saying obscene words provoking me to continue. And when, finally, I felt the penetration become complete with the swirling of my balls in the delicate flesh of the valley, I began to stock that anus with so much intensity and so much vigor that it was not long before my girlfriend replaced the groans of pain with those of pure pleasure, screaming, calling me her master and begging me not to stop penetrating her, with movements of go and come long and deep, whose speed was becoming almost frantic. I felt nothing but my body pushing my prick into that little ass that was being harshly punished by the deliciously brutal and manly desire of a man who no longer had control over his actions. I stocked it with so much vigor and rage that there was a moment when I felt my legs babble while my spine gave clear signs of full exhaustion. My girlfriend was moaning, screaming mixed with pain and horny, while asking me not to stop attacking her violated ass. And those words worked on me an immediate reaction to persisting in the span and it comes insane from my prick sticking that deliciously provocative ass. I moved to the next stage, where her buttocks were beaten by spankings whose violence was measured – just enough to cause more horny than pain – and she corresponded to that sweet aggression asking for more, and more! I lost the notion of time in addition, because that anal sex was being some beyond imagination, exceeding the limits of the normal supported by the body and reaching the pincars of a pleasure that satisfied the soul much more, filling me with an indescribable wave of pleasure that was born of horny, only of the horny in possessing that woman as had never had another (especially in the practice of such insane anal sex!). Finally, I announced I was on the verge of orgasm, alerting my partner to the coming sperm wave. She asked me to come whenever she wanted. I felt a sternor be born at the base of my spine, rising slowly and making my entire pelvic region sensitive, as if I no longer had any control over it. I screamed, wishing my cry was heard even in space, because it was a wave of pleasure whose intensity had already affected me from the total rapture. The very moment I sensed the “load” rising from my balls towards the glande, I pulled my mullet cock out of that poor, suffering ass, holding it by the base and pointing at her back. And the jets came. Intense, viscous, hot and uninterrupted, licking the upper buttocks, back and even my partner's hair that groaned at every jet that ran through her sweaty skin. In the end, I fainted beside her. We fall asleep, overcome by tiredness, but full of pleasure. That afternoon, after saying goodbye to my girlfriend and returning to work, I begged myself that my wife did not feel like a fuck, because I was sure that I could not even fake an erection “half bomb”, victimized by the effort of that day (unforgettable, for sure!), and unable to even think about sex. And lucky for me, that's exactly what happened. We went to bed. I felt blessed by some kind of divine gift that had conceived me the unique opportunity of a day like that. However, in the days that followed, I realized that my gland seemed to have been “mached” somehow. One morning, after the bath, I examined my instrument in detail and realized that at the bottom of the gland there was a region whose tissue seemed scratched, like an injury caused by friction (!). Although the pain was not bothered enough for me to despair, the situation was somewhat embarrassing, because at times when there was an erection, the pain became more pronounced. Not enough, there was a night when, attending a call from the “patroa”, I left for the “attack” and what was not my despair to feel a lancinating pain in the act of penetration... It felt like my dick was going to tear, or even (worse!), it looked like it was being cut by a blind blade. I contained the discomfort as much as I could and as soon as she enjoyed it, I withdrew from her vagina and lay beside her, kindly asked her to “end the service.” My wife, a person who usually distrusted everything and everyone, at that moment did not outline any resistance, taking the roll in her hands and massaging it until I ejaculated vigorously. The next day I was in total despair, and as soon as I could call my girlfriend in order to tell her what happened. And what was not my surprise when she told me that her anus was also hurt, and that she had enjoyed a trip to the doctor for a routine appointment and asked him to examine her. The diagnosis was conclusive in that she had also injured the region and that she needed care with the use of ointment and seat bath (!). After her narrative, I could easily conclude that the “evil” that had struck us was the product of our abuse that afternoon of insane sex. She told her that, as she had an appointment with a dermatologist, she would take advantage of the situation to ask for some medication capable of solving the “problem”. -All right, but see that this "doctor" does not want to apply some "hot" dressing, you understand, you bastard! – my girlfriend’s words were so docile that I couldn’t contain my huge will to laugh, giving a sound laugh on the phone. I said goodbye to her, promising that the consultation would be strictly “professional”. Two days later, I was in the waiting room of such a dermatologist's office (Sílvia, it was his name), waiting for my turn to be attended. It was a small place, whose dependencies were restricted to a small reception, a small waiting area and two offices (such Dr. Silvia had a partner named Rita) and where the patients accumulated in small and uncomfortable individual armchairs. Since my appointment was the second time of the specialist, I could see her arrive (late, as seems to be the habit of the medical staff), running high, going to lock herself in his office before anything. After a few more minutes of waiting until she came to us and called the first patient of the day, I was able to examine her more carefully. She was a tall, slender brunette whose anatomical set was very well distributed, standing out a couple of bulky breasts that she quietly sought to hide inside the broad clothes under the distinctive white coat of her professionalism. The face was thin, of smooth lines and without marks that denounced his age. His brown eyes were eager and clever and his thin lips seemed to invite him to a kiss full of sensuality and desire. Before I went in with the first patient, Silvia gave me a look of soslaio which I was unable to interpret and I began to imagine several possibilities that might not mirror the truth. A few minutes later, the patient left the office. Then Silvia returned to the waiting room and called me by name. I got up walking towards the office. I came in and closed the door behind me. Silvia had already settled behind her desk, asking me to sit in front of her. - All right, Gustavo, what's your problem? – the voice sounded very professional and without any hint of proximity (as expected in a situation like that, and by the way, the name is fictitious, of course!). - Well, doctor, this is a delicate and, at the same time, embarrassing matter... - I felt my voice lose its tone, while I looked for the appropriate words to expose my “problem” - Apparently, I hurt my gland, she seems to have had a graze similar to the one that happens when we hurt the skin on a rough surface. The doctor, who was taking notes in my new chart, hesitated for a moment without, however, taking her eyes off the paper in front of her. Then he raised his face and looked quite sober, asked me to lower my pants and underwear, lying on the stretcher on my right side. Immediately, I did what she ordered. Silvia got up from her chair and after putting on latex gloves, approached me and with the typical care of the doctors, caught my penis examining the gland. He asked me if it was hurting at that moment, which I replied no, but that when I had erections or had relationships the pain was unbearable. Silvia continued the visual examination when, at one point, she leaned a little further towards me and my eyes were presented with the valley formed by those full and deliciously provocative breasts... that vision caused automatic physiological reactions, and I could feel an erection forming in a brazen and impotent way. Silvia, at first, seemed to want to retreat with the clear intention of keeping the event only in the strictly professional field. But in an incomprehensible way to me at that moment, she did not do it; on the contrary, she held my dick firmly and after massaging it with a certain dexterity, she once again examined the gland, addressing me, then a slightly naughty look. As far as I can see, the effort was pretty aggressive... is your partner okay? – the question sounded like an alarm in my mind, ... I tried to draw a yellow smile, but was too clumsy for something better, ending up with a head nod – Was this “harm” given by the practice of anal sex? – his voice was swinging between the technician and the curious. I issued a “yes” that didn’t seem very audible to me, but from her look (which was now more like the bastard) it was clear that she had understood my answer. Still leaning over me, Silvia advanced to the headboard of the stretcher, allowing me to have a more privileged view of that insinuating valley. He then returned with a swab in one hand and a tube in the other. He poured some of the tube cream into the cottony tip of the flexible stem, passing it over the bottom of my gland that was already swollen and threatening to pulsate horny. I tried to control myself, but it was a difficult situation, between the excitement and the rectum, since the idea of those bare breasts persisted in searching my libido indecorously obscene. But unfortunately, in a few minutes it was all over and Silvia, again sitting in her chair, asked me to get dressed and return to the previous seat. She told me that it was a small injury due to the friction caused by the anal copula, justifying that, in this type of relationship, it was advisable to use a lubricating cream, especially when such practice lasted for a long time. And all that was said without her staring me in the eye. He showed me a controlled prescription, saying that I should acquire that medicine even that day and use it for at least thirty days, stressing that at least the first ten days should be accompanied by total sexual abstinence. Silvia noticed my expression of surprise and disappointment for the news, but at the same time she outlined a very different smile to tell me that she wanted to see me in her office a fortnight ago. Although I need to confess that the doctor's determination sounded only as a usual procedure, I cannot hide that at that moment, his words resonated in my mind more like a provocation, whose stimulus operated a resumption in the erection that was slowly dissipating. I said goodbye to her and retired from the office and the clinic without looking back, or even without saying goodbye to the attending who was very helpful when I arrived. I went to a pharmacy that was on the way to work and got the medicine, thinking how to escape a possible harassment of the “patroa” in the next ten days (as I also thought how to justify for the girlfriend such a prolonged departure). I have come to the desolate work of my near future and consumed by the fear of how to act in the coming days. Well, for my comfort, the “patroa”, who entered TPP (pre-test tension), dismissed me from any sex-related activity saying that she was very tired and that the final tests of her course would consume all her energy in the next days, asking me to give her a “tregua” (!). I don't know who to thank for that opportunity, but I was very grateful for that anyway. As for my girlfriend the thing was much easier, since she was also taking care of her “ass” that required more care than my cock, which is why we agreed to control each other for at least fifteen to twenty days (!). The days dragged, and I literally climbed through the walls whenever I thought about any sex-related issues... not that essential, but somehow incomprehensible had become something very essential, whose feeling of “loss of opportunity” gushed inside me, causing sensations that went from repressed hatred to boundless anxiety. Anyway, finally, the “guard” period was won (only I know at what cost!), and the morning of the following day I called the clinic in order to schedule the return of the appointment. I was met by a well-known voice – the young woman who welcomed me the first time – and as soon as she said my name, she interrupted me by demonstrating that she knew who it was. Your Gustavo, Dr. Silvia, told me your appointment is scheduled for Friday at nineteen o'clock. – the attendant's voice sounded loud and clear in my ears... and before I could say anything else she continued – The Doctor also warns you that you are the last appointment of the day and that you may be a little late. I thanked you for hanging up the phone with thousands of thoughts (suffered or not) circling my mind... But I thought it was best to unwind and let things happen naturally, even though I must confess that I kept counting the hours until the next day. It was after 18:30 when I entered the office. The receptionist greeted me with a nod followed by a discreet smile, asking me to sit and wait to be attended. I sat on the little couch and picked up some magazine just to pass the time. I ended up being so entertained by a certain magazine report that I didn't even notice when the receptionist said goodbye to me, walking out the door. In a few seconds, I found myself in an unusual situation – in that room it was just me, Dr. Silvia and her penultimate patient of the day – something that made me feel a chill going up my spine and a very naughty idea being fed by my mind full of obscenities (after all, it was no less, because there were fifteen days without any fun!). I completely forgot the story and the magazine, lurking sordid things about Dr. Silvia and me! I was scared to death when the office door opened and from inside came the doctor and his patient, a lady on the verge of sixty. They said goodbye as the dermatologist opened the door with her key (and I didn't even know it was locked!), to close it again. And there we were... me and the dermatologist. She smiled and asked me to come into the office. As soon as I came in, she also did it, closing the door behind you and asking me to undress my pants and panties. I got kind of cool, thinking about the phrase that sounded more like an order, but her look as she went to her chair, made it clear what order was given was fulfilled. I undressed my pants and underwear and then I lay on the gurney. It took a few minutes for Sylvia to finish her notes and come to me. She leaned over me and I could feel when her delicate fingers touched my glande, subtly lifting it while she watched with a technical look. It was at that moment that I realized that she was not wearing the traditional latex gloves (!) Sure! I felt the touch of her bare, soft fingers holding my glande while examining it with a very insinuating look. - Everything looks fine, ... but, maybe I'd better watch the region with your erect penis... do you think you can do it? The question struck me at point-blank range, even because I couldn't imagine having an erection there, in that situation, lying there and being “wrecked” by a doctor. - Well? ...or do you need a little help? – Silvia’s voice now had a different intonation; it sounded really like a provocation, ... or an incitement... She looked at me smiling, as her hands began to caress my roll leaving aside all technicalism and literally leaving for the naughtyness. The answer (of course) was immediate; the pica grew and stiffened, moving from the lethargic state of a few seconds before, to a powerful male instrument ready to give and receive pleasure. Instinctively, my hand sought the doctor’s bust and as soon as I could feel that delicious “volume”, my roll started pulsing like crazy. Suddenly, an authoritarian slap caused me to interrupt the caress over her blouse. Her look was authoritarian, almost bossy, and she smiled badly, making it clear that I was the patient and had to submit to her wishes – whatever they were. It was not long before Silvia mouthed my dick, swallowing it whole, sucking it with the pain of a courtesan, while her hands played with my balls, squeezing and pinching them gently. Wow, how I wanted to see that naked brunette displaying her full breasts and that ass that, protected by clothing, seemed to hide a much more provocative anatomy than one could suppose. I held her by the hair pushing and pulling her head as controlling the movements of her mouth, swallowing and spitting my cock in successive and continuous movements. My “guard” began to charge its price by threatening improper and inappropriate enjoyment. I sought strength where I did not have to retain orgasm, because I needed to enjoy that woman as much as possible. With a manly gesture and fast enough not to be avoided I made Silvia release my roll and jumped off the gurney, grabbing her with a domineering savage and even when she tried to draw some reaction I held her by the waist leading my mouth against her and making my tongue wander around her inside, invading her wildly. She tried to get rid of me, but I imposed my male strength, and even though she was taller than me, I got my intention to keep her attached to me. Her agile hands stuck her short nails in my buttocks so hard that I felt like screaming, while, momentarily losing my strength, I let her get rid of my arms. Then she took my dick with one hand pulling it with violence and making me almost roar with pain. I could feel it when her other hand hit my face with a low-sound slap, whose efficiency was enough to show me who was in control. She pushed me away from her to then take off her clothes completely. My eyes sparked when I saw that exuberance that was hiding under broad clothes and a white coat. The breasts were large and wide, crowned by large, slightly darkened halos with small, pointed nipples that were already completely swollen, ready to be enticed by the avid mouth of a horny male. The hips were slightly wide centered by a lot of Venus hair drains that were meticulously shaved out delineating an inverted triangle shape. Thick thighs denounced a large, firm ass and were closed by feet whose delicacy contrasted with the rest of the set. Well I tried to advance on that temple of beauty, but Silvia still had in one hand my hard and pulsating dick, and when I rehearsed to make a gesture towards her, she pressed him hard, pushing me back with controlled violence. - Calm down, you little bastard, you'll be able to enjoy all this, but in due time... Now, be quiet there, while I examine this “machine” and see if everything is all right... – Silvia’s voice was authoritarian and had no hesitation at all. She knelt in front of me and after thoroughly examining the full extent of my cock, again she snuffed it, sucking it with a typical suffering of those who had not done anything similar in a long time. Once again, I held her by her hair, only now I just felt her softness and silkiness, without forcing any movement, allowing her to be satisfied with my hard dick. She sucked and licked my dick until he was completely licked with his hot saliva, playing with swollen balls filled with sperm ready to be thrown out. How about you show me how you did it to hurt this delicious roll... But look, I want every detail I have right to, understand? – Silvia did not hesitate to ask me to do with her what she had done with my girlfriend, tearing her ass with my thick, hard cock and providing the unique apex of pleasure that she was entitled to after leaving her dick in bulletpoint. Opportunities like this can't be wasted and immediately I pulled her up, throwing her on her back over the stretcher, leaving her butt completely at the mercy of sweet punishment. I approached her with a certain dignity, just to show her that now, who was in control of the situation was me and no longer her and her provocative orders. I looked at that well-made buttocks, but without excesses, firm and gently lifted up, and sighed, thanking fate for having drawn the great lot (again in my life). I stood behind Silvia and with my hands I removed the buttocks allowing the valley formed by them to reveal to me the orifice object of my desire at that very moment. I took a good look at that little pink hole full of little folds, imagining my dick invading that stronghold that apparently was still undefeated from any bolder pitch, and once again I had to control the urge to cum, snoring at it before I even penetrated it. - Go, bitch! Get the fuck inside of me! What are you waiting for? Go on... I want... I need... - before Silvia could say anything else, I held the firm meats of her buttocks and with a vigorous blow, threw my glans into her anus, trespassing mercilessly. Silvia wanted to scream, but by her own will, she held back the scream. He looked at me. The look was a mixture of horny and pain, all at once. - Come on, take that gauze roll and shove it in my mouth... I want to scream... But I can't... Not here! – Without shouting I took the gauze roll that was in the little metal cart next to the stretcher and stuck it in her mouth so hard that she seemed to want to vomit with her own saliva. And while I was doing that, I took the opportunity to continue the immolation of that little ass, sticking a little more roll in. I did it carefully, but I didn't back down, even when she was moaning so loud that I was under the impression that someone else could hear and report that bullshit to the condo manager. Even though I still felt some discomfort, I persisted in penetration, because the sight of that beautiful ass combined with my horny boner was enough for me not to lose or give up. I struck more vigorously until I felt that the entire length of my cock was wrapped inside the anus of Silvia, as I rubbed my pelvis in the warm and soft flesh of those buttocks offered. Anyway, the doctor had been screwed! I stood there, standing inside her, just feeling the hot heat of her entrails luving my dick perfectly. Look, I have to confess one thing: it's an indescribably delicious, if not tasty, sensation that makes the male male and female much more female than she ever imagined to be. After a few minutes, and with my partner's squirming pleas, I started stocking that anus, shoving and taking almost entirely my roll out of it, feeling the penetration and hearing the funny sound he made when the roll was almost totally off. I held Silvia’s buttocks firmly, but without seeming brutal, receiving as a prize her movements with her hips and waist going and coming towards my cock. Wow! It was something so good and so refreshing that I didn't want to stop; the horny dermatologist was my... Completely mine. His body belonged to me and I could do whatever I wanted with it. On occasion, I caressed her back, until she got to her sweaty hair, holding them between her fingers and pulling them – sometimes vigorous, sometimes controlled – realizing how much she was enjoying it. Silvia was quite a woman. She could handle that anal penetration by savoring her like she was the active part, not me. For a moment, I felt completely submissive to the cadeted movements of that exemplary female. Silvia came and came a lot! She wanted to scream, scream, but unfortunately, she couldn't since her mouth was occupied with a roll of gauze. I felt the sweat drip from my neck towards my ass, just as I also felt her sweat that made her skin shine under the cold light of the office. It was an unusual sight. We fucked so much, we completely lost track of time. I no longer knew whether it was night or day, whether it was Friday or Saturday, the only thing I cared about was penetrating that anus, eating that hot, delusional woman, whose movements were becoming more intense and persistent. I thought everything was close to the end, although my cock did not give any sign of weakening, because my body already felt the weight of so much effort (after all, I am no longer a little boy full of energy!). And there was a moment when I surrendered to the movements of our bodies. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sweet feeling of snorting a female and felt her be possessed by me, totally and unrestrictedly handed over to the male who copulated behind her, tearing her ass and penetrating deep into her guts. Suddenly, feeling a chill up the spine and a spasm in my sphincter announced that the end was very near. I yelled at Silvia who was gonna come and after taking the gauze roll out of her mouth I asked her if she could fill her ass with my hot fuck. She said no, because she wanted me to lick her whole, in that position she was in. I thought that was awesome! I always enjoyed licking the woman – as long as she also accepted it – and I did not back down to the proposal. I shook my pelvic movements even more until I felt the sperm wave rise towards the urethra. I pulled my dick out, finishing the “service” with a quick and vigorous masturbation... ejaculated... intense and insane. The semen jets were thrown at incredible distances, licking not only Silvia’s back, but also her hair and a part of her face, as she was looking at me over her shoulders and eventually received an unexpected “load”. When, finally, the hot, viscous fucking wave ended, I felt my cock wither slowly, slipping out of my partner's sacrificed anus. I leaned on the edge of the doctor's desk, while she lay inert on the stretcher still on her ass, moaning and saying how good that fuck had been. And before I could recover, Silvia was kneeling in front of me, lovingly licking my soft dick, making sure it was clean. At the end, he got up and gave me another bold, warm kiss. He turned his back, lowering to the ground to get his clothes that were scattered. Without any ceremony, she apologized to me for not having a place where we could bathe, and she was surprised when I said I'd rather keep her scent on my body. While we were getting dressed, I wanted to ask her why all of that, what was the reason why she lured me into an unmissable anal fuck... but, I thought that there are things that do not need (or even should not) be said or asked. In a few minutes we were at the exit door and Silvia was turning the key in the lock saying I should leave first and that she would go a little later. Before the door opened, I looked at her with the typical look of the person who longs to ask if there would be a next time... however, his look had become distant and impersonal. We said goodbye with a kiss on the face and I left, thinking about everything and what excuse I would arrange for the “patroa” in order to justify coming home so late. Luckily, I remembered that she had an appointment in college (seminal or something) and I got into the quiet car, going home with a great deal of satisfaction going all over my body. I never saw the dermatologist named Silvia again. By the way, I never went back to your office. Not out of fear or fear, just because I thought that something so good and unforgettable could never be repeated with the same intensity and the same horny as before. P.S. - First of all, I apologize for the long story, but after all, I like the details. As for Silvia, for the truth, we met again a few more times, no longer in her office, and I must confess that, although all these occasions have been delicious fucked, they never came close to that first time that I had the dermatologist in her own office.