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Archive name: drgina.txt (MF, work)
Authors name: Anon PIXNIX Author
Story title: THE DOCTOR AND GINA
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This story is copyrighted (c) 1996. All rights reserved.
It may be posted to free sites as long as no changes have
been made to my story, and the author name remains
attached.
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Having worked in the cardiac cauterization lab for over a
year, I got to see first hand the hospital's cardiologists
at work. Some of it wasn't pretty and some work bordered
on genius. Of course the geniuses are always the assholes,
and Dr. James Dolinger fell in this category. He was
demanding, unpredictable, and just very strange. He felt
everyone was incompetent, but him. He took the cases
other cardiologists thought were hopeless and performed
miracles and sometimes things didn't work out, but he had
no feelings of remorse, for he felt he had done all he
could and so be it. The staff had a certain respect for
him, but all in all he was jerk. He regularly made certain
staff members cry unnecessarily.
I only worked part-time, and didn't always get caught in
cath lab politics, which were brutal. Somehow, I managed
to avoid his venom, basically by trying to predict what he
wanted before he could yell for it. Even that didn't
always work..... but I found humor in the situation. And
that bugged the hell out him. J.D. ( that is what he
wanted us to call him) He tried his best to get under my
skin. He would come to the break room and tell his ego
boosting stories. How he saved that one..... how he used
this new technology. He was god in many peoples eyes, but
not mine. I don't know what I really thought of him.....
just another crazy doc, I guess.
The on-call schedule had been exhausting. The staff and
physicians stress level had been climbing for a while.
Christmas was just around the corner. The director and
head nurse put together this moral booster/Christmas party
at an area party house. People were psyched, there's one
thing about people in the medical profession, they love to
party.
Everyone, but everyone showed up for this party. I'm glad
I wasn't on-call. We had all the doctors and their wives
(God bless them), radiologists, nurses, cardiovascular
techs, secretaries, aides and their respective spouses.
Except mine, he was out of town as usual. Top shelf liquor
was flowing. Inhibitions becoming nonexistent. I felt like
I was the only sober person there. The volume in the room
escalating, music loud and pumping. J.D. approached me and
asked me to dance. I do so love to dance and I loved the
song playing, so I accepted. I became one with the music,
swaying and rocking. J.D. shadowed me, enveloping his arms
around me, our hips were in perfect sink. I felt myself
getting turned on by his responsiveness. Tried to remind
myself who I was dancing with, hell, this was my Christmas
party and I was going to have a good time.
J.D. was divorced and a known womanizer, and he proved to
be very flirtatious. He commented on my short green velvet
dress and my perfume. Intoxicating was the word. I am a
sucker for flattery, but this was J.D.
We continued our chit-chat out in the foyer. He had all
kinds of questions for me, and with every question he
seemed to invade a little more of my space. I wasn't
feeling crowed, though. I liked the smell of him and at
this particular moment, I liked the cockiness of him. Next
thing I knew he was reaching out to look at my earrings
and then trailing his finger down my neck to look at my
necklace. That trailing finger then followed the neckline
to my cleavage.
All this time I intensely searched his eyes, letting him
know that I dared him to continue his quest. It became
apparent to him I wasn't going to be coy and shy. There
came an aura of passion that surrounded us. It was
suffocating and liberating at the same time.
We knew we needed to remove ourselves from view. We found
an empty party hall that was perfect. I realized this was
going to be the only opportunity I would ever have to keep
the upper hand over J.D., cardiologist and asshole extra-
ordinaire. So I sauntered to a table and sat seductively
on the edge, showing quite a bit of leg and leaning over
to reveal my ample cleavage. He stood back and did a head
to toe perusal. He made a comment that surgical scrubs
didn't do a thing for me, except when I bent over and he
could look down my top. I beckoned him to my side.
Sitting next to me, J.D. began nibbling at neck. One hand
found its way to the top of my zipper and he proceeded to
free me from my dress. Only to find me wearing a black
lycra teddy and black garter belt and black stockings.
"Oh merry to me ," he said.
I grinned, then in a swift move I pinned him to the table.
I then said," How about a little role reversal, you're the
patient laid out on the table." He nodded approval of my
game.
I impersonally undressed him, like it was my job. "you're
going to be cold, sir, we need to keep the room cool for
our equipment." Once completely naked I looked him over
clinically, assessed visually his strengths and weaknesses.
Now it was time for palpation, I took his feet in my hands
and massaged each of them, then I ran my tongue down the
sole of one his feet ......down the Achilles tendon.......
and calf. Resting his leg on my shoulder, I located his
popliteal pulse behind his knee. "Sir, your pulse is quite
rapid, would you like me to slow down." J.D. shook his head
vehemently "no". I took his other leg and placed it on my
other shoulder. The view of J.D.'s asshole and balls and
dick brought out the wickedness in me. I spotted some
silverware on the table. I took the knife and held the
blade in my hand and ran the cold metal handle down that
center line from his balls to his asshole. He squirmed
delightfully.... he was gripping the sides of the table...
"Sir, your going to feel a little pressure, just try and
relax." I instructed, he laughed. I then sucked the handle
of the knife getting it quite moist and warm and probed his
tight rectum, with each pass going a little deeper...... he
grunted with enjoyment. I just knew he'd love it, I twisted
the knife within him, I loved it too. I left the handle in
his asshole and picked up a fork and showed it to J.D. He
looked at me questioningly, "Third world surgery, just
kidding." I said. I grazed the fork from his Adams apple,
through his chest hair, down his abds, combing his pubic
hair and to the base of his shaft. At which point I applied
a little pressure, he inhaled deeply. Enough fun and games,
I stood up and straddled J.D. the table, I removed the
teddy, leaving me with my garter belt and stockings and
high heels. I wanted to do more than just tease that
incredibly erect dick of his, not the biggest I'd seen, but
quite adequate.
Continuing to straddle him I walked along him and lowered
myself, resting my bottom on his chest and giving J.D. an
up close viewing of my pussy. I spread my legs to show my
swollen lips and engorged clit shimmering with my juices.
He inhaled my very essence. I then laid back over the
length of him and reached back and removed the knife from
his asshole and flipped over to be face to face with J.D.'s
member and J.D. had full access to throbbing clit. At first
all we did was examine each other, with fingers he spread
my juices in the folds and down to my asshole avoiding my
clit. I liked his smell, the feel of that soft velvet
delicate skin and following the course of his engorged cock
veins I began to lick his shaft. Then my mouth took posses-
sion of his cock head.... J.D. followed and took possession
of my clit. When I flicked with my tongue, he flicked with
his oral tool. When I sucked, he sucked. When I sucked
deeper, he sucked harder. When I sucked harder, he sucked
faster. My body was quivering and jerking, I was on the
verge of cumming. His body responding as mine. I tasted his
precum. It was too good and I wanted it to continue.
Simultaneously we stopped, then I flipped around again to
get a taste of his lips. We kissed noisily and voraciously.
J.D. was devouring my face. The passion we had achieved was
breathtaking.
I broke free, and sat up on his abdomen and slid down,
lifted up and guided his cock in my cunt. I took about half
of his cock and pulled out. We smiled at each other. We
were both feeling rather evil. I then took all of him, and
grinded a bit, to be sure. I leaned forward and took his
hands and placed one on my breast and one on my clit . My
hands grasping his shoulders. I was moaning and rocking
reveling in all the feelings he'd aroused. J.D. was
tugging and pulling at my breast masterfully, I then leaned
back and let him concentrate on my clit. As I felt my
orgasm upon me I began to ride J.D.'s cock like my life
depended on it . His orgasm caught up with mine and we
exploded and shuttered. His cum spurted inside me, giving
me life itself. The tremors of our bodies could have been
measured on the Richter scale.... There was steam rising
from our bodies.
When some of our energy returned we disconnected. J.D. gave
a look of disbelief. "Not so incompetent, am I ," I stated
as fact. "Fuck, no, Gina, how long is your husband out of
town?!"...." Merry Christmas, J.D., lets leave it at this "
He wasn't quite done, as I stood up to begin getting
dressed, he pulled me toward him, and he reached in between
my legs and with a cloth napkin he cleaned me and I obliged
and did the same for him. I guess he is capable of some
gentlemanly acts of kindness.
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