Really Surgical

I was not so much concerned about the facts of this inquiry as I was, about the how the inquiry itself would go. I knew I had made a catastrophic mistake that had resulted in the death of a young lady, but this could not be blamed on negligence, it was part of the risk for which the patient had signed when she gave informed consent for the surgery. My boss, Professor Silke Woebke was a formidable woman; internationally recognised surgeon, 6 foot tall, a big body frame and a beautiful face. She was the no-bullshit type.
“I observed standard technique only and unfortunately, the patient didn’t make it” I was saying to my giant boss.
“Please doctor, tell me the facts and not your conclusions or impressions” I looked into her sparkling blue eyes, they were not as tough as the words, thank goodness, they were beautiful. I went on to explain what had actually taken place.
“You know that you could be struck off the surgeons register, don’t you?” she asked, or rather, informed me. Of course I could be struck off the register, I could lose my licence. But she would have to be against me, and as things stood, she seemed pretty certainly, against me.
“How is your wife?” she asked. Totally out of context, she was referring to my wife who was totally invalid due to multiple sclerosis. Why was she asking me about my wife..to emphasise how I needed to keep my job?
“Hanging in there, thanks Prof. Prognosis is grave.” I informed.
“I know you need this job..but I have a duty to protect patients against dangerous doctors. I am going to state that you were negligent…”
“No, please Prof,I promise I was NOT negligent..please give me a chance…please!” I was fully frightened.
“Stop begging like a bitch…unless you want me to treat you like one” she was now towering over me.
“Please Prof….”
“So you are a bitch then…why should I let you get away with it….what is in it for me?” she said staring into my bespectacled face.
“I will do all your weekend duties until the end of the year…” I offered, desperate to keep my job.
“Come let’s sit in the sofas. This meeting is over”
I followed her to the big leather couch and I sat in the chair opposite her. She sat in the sofa with her head on the back rest and her legs wide apart with her ankle length wide skirt stuffed between her legs. I was now near to tears as I thought about how I could not afford to take even 1 day off work because of my wife’s endless care bills.
“You are a bitch then?”
Silence.
“Or rather, are you MY bitch, then?”
Silence.
“Do you want to keep your job or not?”
“Yes please, I will do anything..”
“Well, how much can you do, how much would you do…for this job?” It dawned to me that Prof Woebke was enjoying herself.
“Everything…” I quickly stated.
“How about you start by licking my feet?”
“Doctor, from now on you are my little bitch, I will do whatever I want with you, I can abuse you if I want, I can choose to use you…follow my orders and you will be a happy man, am I clear?” My fear turned into anxiety and curiosity.
“I said lick my feet ,lick them while I finish these emails on my Blackberry.”
I removed her stockings, then her sandals. Who told Germans that it’s cool to wear sandals with socks! Her feet were large but they were so well pedicured, I was surprised. I always found Prof Woebke to be attractive in a very strange way, but I had never seen her in any sexual context. I wiped her feet with my hands, then held the left foot against my face. The boss was fiddling around with her Blackberry and not paying any attention to what I was doing. I held her foot in my face and licked it from the ball of the foot all the way to the big toe. It was a long wet slurp. She stirred, stopped reading her Blackberry and looked at me.
I licked her feet, sucking her toes, one by one and caressing the other foot with my free hand. She remained indifferent of my attentions. Her breathing and some involuntary pleasurable twitches told a different story though. I lifted her skirt a little and started caressing her calves…bad move!
“Ouch!” I gasped as I fell on my back. The professor clearly didn’t care for my caress, she kicked my face. If I hadn’t ducked, I may have been hurt.
“Only do what you are told…no more, no less. Or I will punish you most severely ..now keep pleasuring me, move up those legs until I tell you to stop. You are here to cause me pleasure, understand. Try and enjoy it too…but I don’t care a donkey’s fart if you enjoy this or not?”
My cheek was aching from the kick but I was now feeling quite turned on. Her legs were strong, massive and extremely well- toned, just touching these legs was creating havoc in my underwear. We never got the chance to see Prof’s legs. Only once, when she was wearing her riding gear, did I see the outline of her legs, and of course that camel toe. It was fat with a big indent between the 2 very asymmetrical “sides” of her private part. She was a famous sportswoman, from swimming to running, horse-riding, everything. I started by licking and blowing kisses on Prof Woebke’s calves . I tickled her hairy skin and kept moving more and more of me under her frock. I had no clue what she was doing up there. I could feel her legs make more and more frequent shakes and shifts. Her breathing was now quite loud.
My head was now between her knees as I continued my lusty journey up my boss’s endless legs. She squeezed my ears with her knees and I shifted because of the pain that she was causing me. She squeezed even harder. I stopped resisting and continued to kiss and nibble on her thighs. She relaxed her grip a little and I continued to lick the smooth inner aspects of my boss, thighs. I drank in the intoxicating smells under that dress, a mixture of sweat and some very European perfume. I was getting really horny and courageous. I looked around me and then I stole a look “up-thigh” and saw her big bushy pussy.
“I want you to lick my thighs..lick them good and keep going up until your nose touches my wet cunt..mmmm..mmm… then await further instructions, got that bitch?”
I quietly got my other hand on my very, very still penis and I gently pumped it, enjoying the warm feeling in my loins. I did not want my horny professor to see that I was pleasuring my member, in case this triggered an irrational sadistic action. My tongue kept tickling Silke’s strong muscular thighs. Silke, yes, Silke, I was her bitch now and I was going to please her.
“Put your hand under my butt and cause good sensations there” A clear command from the boss.
I slid my hand under her substantial butt and I confirmed my earlier observation that my boss had no knickers on. I tried to rub her butt but she was too heavy on my hand which was practically trapped. If I were a hand given the choice to be trapped somewhere, this would be the ideal place. My face was by now right in front of her steamy, rather neutral smelling cunt. I wanted to see my “mistress”, I wanted to see the rest of her, her face, her boobs and I wanted to have a good look at that power pussy. I wanted to keep the sight imprinted on my mind, so that every time I see her, that image would return.
I timidly pushed my nose upward and it nudged on the crack of her on her slopping wet pussy. It was more than wet it was flooded. My tough boss was enjoying what I was doing to her body! She squeezed my head with her big thighs and the feeling of her skin against my ears made the strength in my hard dick rise by a few orders of magnitude. Now I really wanted to have full sex with my boss, she was no longer threatening and awe-inspiring, she was now just a horny woman, to be satisfied.
“Suck my cunt..make me come, bitch….if you come before I come, I will punish you, clear?”
“Yes”
I had not sucked any pussy for more than 2 years, all my sexual encounters were rushed bonks with some smelly crack cocaine whore, usually in my car but sometimes in some dingy crack-den. Instant gratification and quick release was all I cared for, before quickly rushing home to attend to my invalid wife. I dipped my while face into Silke’s urine smelling love swamp. When my tongue touched her cunt lips, Silke jumped.
“Fuck, that feels magical. I haven’t been touched this way by a man in a very long time. Suck everything, use your fingers…”
She suddenly got up and I saw the light in the room for the first time in a whole 20 minutes. Prof Silke Woebke was a beautiful woman, if only she spent more time on her looks. She towered over me as she undressed. She kept her eyes locked on mine as she removed all her clothes and stood in front of me, all 6 feet of her.
Her legs looked better than Heidi Klum. Come to think of it Silke looked a lot like Heidi Klum. I looked at the gap between her legs and I saw her pretty pussy. I imagined myself ramming my cock hard into this big woman’s cunt and fucking her until she begged for mercy. She stood there, proud. She knew she had “it” whatever that is..
“Now I want you to fuck me using all your imagination and forget about that dying wife of yours, enjoy me and if I don’t enjoy you…the outcome of the inquiry will be fatal, to your surgical career.” I knew exactly how I was going to enjoy Professor Silke Woebke.
I opened her legs a little wider so I had a clear view of her glistening pussy, vying for attention from beneath that crazy bush. I sucked the pussy lips..what a kitty! Some air escaping through the hairs as I sucked felt like I was eating the best “mango on the seed” nice, fibrous mango. She positioned herself in a surgically correct stance with her knees flexed outside her heels pointing at each other. Fuck, she was right, I instantly wished my wife was dead, leaving me to enjoy such bounties of the earth with no remorse.
“Yes doctor, you know what you doing down there don’t you…well, I’d say you do better sucking women’s body parts than performing surgery on them…” a bitch is a bitch! I mean did she have to say such horrible crap while I was giving her so much pleasure. Well, and enjoying some too. I decided to show her who had the dick, the professor or her mentee.
“Bend over on the couch and let me suck you from behind..” which horny professor would refuse?
She kneeled on the couch holding on to its back and sticking out her phenomenal derriere right in front of my hard and hardened penis. I put my hands on that cunt, professorial as it was, and rubbed it hard mixing the secretions into the lush cunt hair. I smeared it all onto my dick and slammed home. Straight through all that bush and what not right into her long vagina all the way to her uterus. Her uterus shook. I am a surgeon, precise as they come. Unbelievable! This woman’s cunt was a Mafia! If she told me to murder or stop the shag, I am not sure I would choose to stop the coitus. Everything about this was perfect, our skin tones matched and mirrored. Her movements pursued the pleasure they were delivering to me, all the way to completion, as another mind boggling feeling ravaged my relatively smaller frame. But I had the only dick around. I went rogue on her, savaged her pink cunt, raw. I knew she was loving it, I could feel her body’s vibe as she returned my efforts with her own informed play.
She had the most functional body I had ever fucked, including the acrobatic Thai whores down in Phat Pong. “Bend me shake me..” Yeah that kind of physique…singing “Bend me shag me!” Then she pushed me over stepped on the ground and hyperflexed beyond 180 degrees with both her palms and feet on the floor. I struggled to figure out how best to fuck this wholly exposed cunt. I inserted 2 thirds of my dick and it got uncomfortable for her and she screamed a little. We changed into the missionary position. My professor held my face in the palms of her hand and slapped a hard kiss on my hungry lips. I fell in love.
We kissed and licked as my strong dick sloshed around the wetness to slide into the Mafia. Oh my God!!! I loved the texture of that learned cunt. Naughty Professor. Her movements were all geared to respond to mine and take both of us to higher heights. I pumped and humped down into that delicious crack. We were both dying for air as we fought to keep the fuck sounds down. The slurping and occasional cunt farts punctuated by a grunt or hiss, those were the sounds, the sights…! Lord have mercy. The energy was palpable, it flew around, like radiation.
“Here I come again doctor, come with me now, come, now, come, come….I am coming doctor coming..”
With that, I felt a big burst shoot out of my cut prick-head somewhere in the depths of her cunt. She lifted her hips high and froze forcing all my weight to balance onto my pelvis, my knees off the ground. My dick was loving the depths as he throbbed and spewed my seed all over the professor’s womb.
“I will enter my recommendation that your matter be regarded as a regrettable but acceptable event and your conduct perfectly within professional norms and standards of care” Professor Silke Woebke loudly announced as she ushered me out of her office.

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