Fucked Married Dr. Pallavi In Her Clinic
Hello readers, this is JP from Mangalore. Sorry for the delay. Now that I am back, let’s continue with the story of a married Indian girl Dr. Pallavi. I always say the stories posted here may be real or fake, it’s up to the readers to decide. Let’s begin from where I stopped last time. I was on my way back home when I remembered that I had not taken her number. I head back to her place but it was late. Her family was back and I could not do anything. I drove off back to my place. Life moved on. I was back in Bangalore and occupied with work. Days passed and it was almost two months. I barely remember the things that happened between me and Dr. Pallavi. But strangely, things had not yet finished with this married Indian girl. It happened one Friday. I was browsing some details for work. A pop-up got pressed non-intentionally. This led me to a webpage, “Find doctors.” It was a newly launched webpage. There was a search button there with columns that had to be filled. I was curious. I filled the columns and pressed the search button. A list of 20 doctors with photos and names popped up on the screen. Without much interest, I scrolled to the second page and then to the third page. I was about to close the page when I noticed a familiar face and the name read Dr. Pallavi! I clicked on the name and selected more options. The webpage opened with all the details that I needed. I got her clinic address and number. I immediately dialed that number which was picked up by her assistant/receptionist. She told me that appointments were booked for the day and to call the next morning to make an appointment for the next day. According to the webpage, the doctor was available only till noon on Saturdays and Sundays was an off day. The next morning I tried again to book an appointment but got the same excuse. I was desperate to meet her and so I somehow convinced the assistant on the phone. On request, she discussed with the doctor and I got an appointment as the last patient for the day. I was in the clinic 10 minutes before noon on a Saturday. Three people were waiting before me, while I was the last patient. The doctor’s assistant was roaming in and out of the cabin and attending to the phone calls at the receptionist’s desk. Two patients left after their turn and I waited for my turn for more than 30 minutes. The assistant was about to leave so I asked her about the doctor’s leaving time. She informed me that doctor will leave only after attending all her appointments. At last, it was my turn and there was no one except me and the doctor. As the last person left, I entered the cabin and there she was my married doctor sitting on a chair. She was wearing a black, half-sleeve shirt, tugged inside creamy leggings. Her hair was tied into a pony-tail and her glasses stuck over her forehead. A white doctor’s coat hung on the chair. She told me to sit while her head was down scribbling something in a book. After a few minutes, she closed the book saying “What pro ..,” and stopped her sentence mid-way looking at me with a surprised expression. Me: Hi! Dr. Pallavi: Wha..what are you doing here? How? Why? (She was in a totally confused state). She got a phone call. She got tense. Maybe it was Vikas, her husband. I heard her saying that she got patients to attend to and told the caller not to wait for lunch. She continued with some other talks and lastly, I heard this, “Will reach as soon as I finish here and there is no need to come here to the clinic.” She ended her call with a bye. Dr. Pallavi: Why are you here? Me: Last time I could not get your number Pallavi. So I am here to get it (I said this jokingly). Dr. Pallavi: Seriously! Is that what you expect me to believe? (There was a seriousness in her tone. I needed some better explanation to convince her). Me: Pallavi, I came here to treat my lower abdomen problem. Dr. Pallavi: If that is the case, please go and lie on the examination table and I will check on it right away. The table was kept on the right side corner of the cabin with curtains to cover that area. I got up and went to lie on it. She followed me with a stethoscope in her hand. She asked: So, what is the problem? Me: It pains near the lower part of my abdomen doctor. Dr. Pallavi: Ok pull your shirt up and tell me where it pains. (She put her hand over my stomach and pressed softly. It sent a chill down my spine and it made my cock rise). Me: Not there. A bit lower, doctor (she moved her fingers a little lower). Dr. Pallavi: Here? Pallavi kept repeating the same again and again as she went lower, till her fingers touched my pants. But I told her it was still lower. My bulge was big enough now to be noticed. She moved her fingers down over my bulge and pressed it with soft hands. Me: Yes. This is the spot it pains. It needs to be treated before it gets worse. Dr. Pallavi: Stop this nonsense. I am not an idiot. You may have fooled me two times and it was my mistake. But it won’t happen again. (Her words may sound like she didn’t want this to happen but I knew she wanted this to happen). Pallavi removed her hand but I swiftly grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards me. She did not fall on me, instead, her hand was on my chest which kept a distance between us. But our eyes met each other. We stared at each other for a few minutes. Then she got back to her senses and pulled her wrist out from my grip. She went back to her desk. Her breathing was heavy. I stepped out of the bed. I went straight towards her and hugged her from behind. She bent a little and kept her hands on the desk for support due to this sudden, fast movement. I had one hand on her stomach and another one was near her neck just a little above her breasts. I spooned Pallavi hard and my cock was poking her ass crack. After a minute or so I moved my hand and unbuttoned her above two buttons.