Hi! Here’s Harsha again with one more fictional story.
My name is Harsha. I am a housewife married to Hiten. My stats are 36D-26-34. I am average in height and very fair. Whenever I go out, people stare at my boobs. As per some close friends, I am indeed too sexy.
As a teenager, I always dreamt of a handsome and tall guy as my husband. But due to the arranged marriage and family pressure, I got someone quite contrary to my looks. My husband is obese, has a big tummy and has a dark complexion. But he is a wealthy businessman.
After marrying Hiten at the age of 23, I shifted to a plush society in Mumbai. Honestly, I wasn’t having a great time as a newly married. Hiten used to be very busy with his work, and we used to have sex mostly on weekends.
Though he was very good as a person, he wouldn’t last for more than 5 minutes in my pussy. So there was a large discontent and suppressed desires deep inside my heart. And then, one day, this happened.
One day, I started feeling tremendous pain in the chest area. Soon it became unbearable. It was 11 pm at that time. Our family doctor was unreachable. Luckily, in a nearby area, we found one clinic of Dr Pravin Joshi, MD (Medicine) open. So we entered the clinic.
Though the clinic was compact, it was very neat and clean. In the waiting area, there was no one. No attendant or any patient. There were 4-5 cabins. One cabin was with a nameplate of Dr Pravin Joshi. We entered the cabin. A handsome young man was sitting in the Doctor’s chair.
He must be in his late 20’s. Tall, well built, fair, and amidst the severe pain, the first thing I had in my mind was Wow! Is this the doc that’s gi examine me, or is he just an assistant? I know a few handsome men around me. But somehow, there was something special about this guy.
The next moment I felt my husband beside me. I felt a little ashamed of myself. The guy greeted us with a smile. Indeed there was something special about this guy because, unlike all other guys, his eyes didn’t scan me from head to toe.
Somehow I felt he didn’t notice a stunning young woman wearing a deep-cut black spaghetti cropped top with a pink bra inside and loose pyjamas. The bra straps, a good amount of cleavage, and some of the midriff with navel were also visible.
But rather than all those things, he noticed the pain visible on my face, so he quickly got up from the chair.
Doc: Ma’am, you look in terrible pain. Please be seated
He pointed towards the examination table. I sat at the table, and Hiten sat on an empty chair in front of the Doctor’s table. Dr. came with a stethoscope in his hand. And ask me what the problem is. I told him about my chest pain. The doctor put his stethoscope on his ears and the other end on my chest.
And asked me to take a deep breath. Then he moved his stethoscope to a few places here and there on my chest and asked me to take a deep breath every time. Something that all docs do. During that examination, he asked some random questions like my name, my age, where I live etc.
Doc: Exactly where it’s hurting right now?
I pointed towards the bottom of my left boob. He simply pressed just underneath my left boob hard, exactly where I pointed.
Doc: Is it here?
But it pained me even more, and I just moaned, “Ouch.”
Doc: Oh, I m sorry to cause you more pain. Is it hurting here, also?
Before he completed his sentence, he squeezed right on top of my nipple on my left boob. Followed by pressing at 3-4 places on the boob, including the bare part of the boob, which was visible through the top’s neckline, in quick succession.
Something like an electric current passed through my body. Someone other than my husband was pressing my boob for the first time. And right in front of my husband. And I just murmured, “Aaah.” Then he checked my blood pressure and looked a little worried
Doc: Your blood pressure is on a little higher side. 150/90. Is there any history of hypertension?
I nodded negatively. Once again, he pressed underneath the left boob
Doc: Are you sure it’s hurting right here only?
Me: Yes.
Doc: Are you sure it’s not hurting elsewhere?”
Again he pressed all over the boob. He pressed at least 2-3 times right on my nipple during that process. This time he didn’t stop after pressing all over the left boob. He pressed all over the right boob quite a few times.
Doc: Let me know if it pains here as well.
After two minutes of pressing all over both boobs, nipples and the cleavage, my nipples were gradually becoming a little erect now. I could feel that. He took a deep breath.
Doc: I think we need to do an ECG so that I can diagnose perfectly. But before we go for further investigations, I would first give an injection to Harsha ma’am. I believe that should relieve her of the pain, at least for some time. Is that okay, Harsha Ma’am?
Me: Dr Joshi, please don’t call me ma’am. Just Harsha is good enough,
Doc: Sure, in that case, I too would prefer just Pravin instead of Dr Joshi,
he replied and winked his eyes. So finally, he said something friendly and something that was not professional. Honestly, I felt more relaxed and comfortable now, So he took out a needle and syringe from a box on his table.
Me: But is there any other alternative to injection? Honestly, I am a little afraid of injections.
Before I could complete my sentence, he put the syringe down and kept his right hand on mine.
Doc: Okay! No problems. Relax. Chill.
I felt more comfortable.
Doc: So we will do some more investigations now. Please sleep on your abdomen and face opposite me, towards the wall. Now just close your eyes and relax.
I obediently did as I was told. The next thing I could sense was that my pyjama and panty were pulled down. My milky white fleshy ass was out in the open, and it could sense the direct cool air of the air conditioner. I liked it to expose my round ass to a stranger whom I had met just 15 minutes back.
The very next moment, I felt spirit applied to my bare bum. The very next second, a needle pricked through my fleshy bum. By this time, I knew I was fooled and given an injection. So angrily, I was about to move. Pravin held my shoulder with one hand and my other bare bum with his other hand.
He made sure that I didn’t move. Maybe realising that he was holding my bare bum, he quickly took his hand off my bum. First, he fooled me and gave me an injection without my consent. Now not even holding my bum till I want. That’s not fair. So I started to move again.
And again, he put his hand on my bare bum, this time a little more firmly. Now I felt nice. The anger of being fooled disappeared with the feeling of my ass being groped by this handsome guy. Now I was feeling very wet. I had never felt my nipples so hard and erect.
They were poking out of the thin cotton bra and the spaghetti I was wearing. And this time, I had no feeling of any shame as well. I was enjoying that moment. But soon, his grip loosened. And he pulled my pyjama up and asked me to turn. I saw the two men giggling. But looking at my angry face.
Doc: Sorry, Harsha, to fool you, but I didn’t have any other option.
I wanted to tell him that yes, I was angry first. But I loved being made butt naked and getting my naked ass groped. But obviously, all I could say, “No need to explain, Pravin.”
Doc: All right now, we need to do an ECG. But I don’t have a female attendant to do the ECG right now. That’s why I recommend you go to a hospital just a few miles away and get the ECG done.
Hiten: Isn’t it possible to do it here without any attendant?
Doc: I can. But for this ECG, she will have to take off her top. That’s why I want a female attendant.
Honestly, I was eager to rip off my top because I had already started feeling quite horny. But somehow, Hiten didn’t seem comfortable with his wife taking his top off in front of a guy.
Hiten: But is it really necessary?
I failed to understand Hiten. Just a few minutes back, when uncovered my ass, then groped my ass. Still, Hiten was okay and, in fact, giggling over the entire incident. And now, what problem will he have if I must take off my top? I was getting agitated.
Like any other couple, we had our differences, disagreements, and disputes. But I never disrespected or disregarded his opinion in public. But this time, I didn’t want to relent and give up on his wishes. Then I did what not only Hiten but even myself never thought that I would do.
I took off my top, sat on the examination in just my bra and said, “Guys, I’m ready. Do it here only.”
Both men were shocked. Hiten, in particular, was shocked and looked at me in disbelief blankly. He could not digest that his beautiful wife had just taken off her top. She was sitting in her bra in front of an unknown guy.
Pravin’s eyes lit up on seeing the scene. He saw a beautiful milky white young lady sitting in front of him wearing just a bra. Being at home, I was wearing a thin cotton bra. My nipples were already hard and erect as if trying to tear the bra and come out.
Now ample cleavage was visible to him. The thoroughly professional doc in him disappeared. He was ogling at my boobs like any other man, and I loved seeing that lust in his eyes. But somehow, he regained his composure in a couple of minutes, and the professional doc returned.
Doc: Thank you very much, Harsha, for showing so much trust in me.
Me: C’mon, doc. Don’t be so formal.
I cut off his sentence in between. I didn’t want to change things to be professional and awkwardly formal. And I winked my eyes naughtily. Then Pravin left the cabin to bring the ECG Machine, leaving Hiten and me alone in the room.
“What the fuck is going on, Harsha?” said Hiten in a low but quite annoying voice.
Me: See, Hiten, I know you love it when I expose or show off myself to others. The only difference is I am doing it myself without asking you. Why are you becoming so possessive about me? Just chill and enjoy whatever goes on. I will fulfil every wish of yours once we get back home.
Hiten’s eyes lit up, and he said, “Alright. So you can do whatever sluttiness you want to do tonite. I won’t stop you. But from tomorrow morning, for the next 3 days, you won’t be my wife. But you will be my slave. Is that okay?”
I knew Hiten had this wish for a long time. But somehow, I never agreed to that. But today, I somehow readily agreed to that. Just then, Pravin entered the room. He had a small trolly with him. On that trolly, there was a machine that looked like a fax machine with many long wires attached.
Doc: Harsha, will you please take off your bra?
Now my heart skipped a bit. OMG. I couldn’t believe what I had heard just a few seconds back. I had no problems exposing my melons to Pravin. But I was unsure about how Hiten would react to it. And whether he would like his wife to get completely topless in front of a stranger? I was lost in my thoughts.
Sensing my hesitancy, Pravin said, “That’s okay, Harsha, ma’am. Better get ECG done wherever you feel comfortable.”
I looked at Hiten. He was there expressionless. Perhaps he, too, wanted to see what level I go. I realised he had again started to call me Ma’am. I felt that the situation is going out of my control now. I was in a position where I wasn’t going to have the fun I wanted.
On the other hand, I will be Hiten’s slave for the next 3 days for nothing. No, I’m not going to let that happen.
Me (a little mischievously): Pravin, I don’t know whether you are angry or upset. But I am angry with you. What the hell is this, Ma’am? I said na. We will do it here only. Then?
I smiled, looking into his eyes and pulled down the straps of my bra below my shoulders. Now even larger cleavage was visible. Pravin was staring at that cleavage.
Me: Just do whatever you deem fit. Just make sure I won’t have such terrible pain again.
I further pulled down the bra straps. Some dark brown areolae were visible, but the bra was stuck in my hard erect nipple. So I pulled it with a little force, and my boobs were hanging in the open air. While pulling down forcibly, the side elastic of the bra brushed harshly on the erect nipples.
That gave me an electrifying sensation, and I moaned, “Ouch.” I rubbed both my nipples rather instinctively. That made nipples even harder. What a sight it was. A full-bodied young female showed her tits to a doctor she had met just an hour ago, with round white boobs.
Doc: Not this way, Harsha.
I was puzzled now. But then he came forward and stood very close to me. He bent a little and put both his hands on my back. As if he was hugging me but without touching me. In that position, his face was barely a few inches away from my boobs.
I could feel his warm breaths on my bare boobs. Before I could sense anything, in a jerk, he unhooked my bra, and it fell further down. He took the bra and my top, which were lying beside me and put them on the table. Now I was completely topless.
He must have seen my boobs moving up and down with each breath. Eagerly waiting for his next move. I was breathing heavily now. He took out a plastic bottle and put it near the ECG machine. From that bottle, he applied some gel to my wrists and ankles.
Then he handed the bottle to Hiten and asked him to apply the gel to my nipples. Hiten put a little gel on my nipples and spread it all over the boobs with both his hands. I was dripping wet now. I couldn’t control it now. First, Pravin pressed all over the boobs. Then I was standing topless in front of him.
And now my husband was massaging my boobs with some gel. It was just too much.
“No, no, not that way,” Pravin almost screamed. He sprinkled a little water on my boobs. Then with tissue paper, he wiped all the gel that Hiten had spread everywhere on the boobs. During that process, he freely squeezed my boobs one by one.
Just a thin tissue paper was between his big manly palms and my soft and tender boobs. He then threw the tissues in the dustbin. And caressed my boobs with his palms directly. Only for 5-10 seconds, though, as if he was making sure that my boobs were completely dry and free from the gel.
I was going crazy. My pussy was oozing with cum. I could sense a big wet patch on the front side of my panty. He then poured some gel on both nipples and gently spread it around the areola. Then he put large electrodes (the wires attached to the ECG machine) on my ankles and wrists.
And two electrodes on top of my nipples. He started the machine. And a strip of graph paper started to come out of it with a line graph. Then he was done with it. He looked at the graph carefully, with wires still attached to my body. He looked at me and smiled.
Doc: Thank god, nothing serious.
He took off all the wires one by one. Again he took a tissue and started to wipe my boobs. First, he wiped it with tissue. Then he started wiping with his bare hands. The touch of his manly palms on my boobs was making me crazy. I was dripping wet.
In the process of this wiping, he gently and rather deliberately touched my nipples a few times. The boobs were clean, but he continued to play with my boobs and nipples. Then he pressed the boobs with the top of his fingers, just like he did earlier. But this time, he was pressing my naked breasts.
Doc: Is it still hurting here, Harsha?
Me: Yes. But actually, it has reduced a little now.
Doc: Have you checked your breasts for any lumps before?
Me: No. I mean, I don’t know how to do that.
Doc: No problem. Will it be okay if I do it?
Me: I guess I have told you to do whatever you deem fit.
Then he placed the fingers of his right hand on my right breast and his left hand on his right hand and started pressing. He pressed all over the boobs in a circular direction around the areola. Then he pressed on different spots on the areola and finally on my nipples.
Then he pinched my nipples. My pussy was literally on fire. The panty was soaking wet, and the pyjamas had also gone wet. I was trying hard to control my moans. But a few soft moans slipped out of my mouth on a few occasions. I was biting my lips.
I am sure he, too, must have observed my reactions and moans. He also noticed that I had spread my legs wide enough in excitement. But he continued to torment my boobs. I had never felt such a desperate need to have a cock in my pussy.
Then he switched to the other boob and repeated the procedure. I couldn’t control it now. I held the table tightly in my hands because I didn’t want my hands to go into my pyjamas and start fingering myself. I was breathing heavily.
After pressing it all over the left boob, he took a pause. I felt it was finally over. But then he again started pressing the boobs. Now both the boobs simultaneously. He held both my hard erect nipples into the pinch of his fingers and pulled them a bit.
Then with his thumb, he pressed them down. He did that quite a few times. I was in a state of complete ecstasy. I had forgotten that I was a typical housewife. And my husband was sitting next to me. In a spontaneous action, I held Pravin’s dick over the pant.
It was hard, like a rock, and it seemed huge. The thought of having that gigantic cock in my pussy was almost insane. I knew I was reaching my climax. I arched my back a little, curled my toes and kept my right hand on my mouth to control the moans and screams. I was experiencing a never-before sensuous pleasure.
I had a strong urge to pee. I finally reached the point. I let a big scream out of my mouth. I squirted in my panties. My muscles all of a sudden released all the tension. My heart was pounding hard. I was panting and out of breath.
My panties and pyjamas were soaking wet, and there was a small puddle on the examination table. Pravin finally stopped squeezing my boobs. He looked into my eyes and smiled mischievously as if he had done all this deliberately.
I looked at Hiten. He was looking at all this in total disbelief. I was still breathing heavily, and my body was shivering. Pravin looked at the wet pyjamas. He opened a drawer of the examination table and brought out a napkin. Then he started to slide the pyjamas down.
I lifted my ass a little to help him. he slowly slid it down completely to the knees and my ankles and then finally took it off. My cum was dripping from it. He threw it into the dustbin. Now I was completely naked in front of someone I had met just an hour back.
He gave me the best orgasm, even without touching my pussy. Now He was looking at my pussy. I had shaved my pussy almost a month back, so it had a big bush around it and was quite wet. Then, with the towel, he wiped the table and my wet thighs.
Then he asked me to turn and wipe my ass. Then I spread my pussy, and he wiped off my pussy and pubic hair. And then threw the napkin as well. He just checked my pulse.
Doc: I will leave you alone for some more time and have a cigarette. I guess that will help you to relax and get back to normalcy.
Me: I, too, would like to have one.
Doc: We can’t have it in the clinic as we have smoke detectors everywhere. I go to the backside of this clinic. And you can’t come out in this condition.
Me: Will there be anyone else at this time?
Pravin looked at the wall clock. It was almost 12.30.
Doc: Alright. Then follow me.
Pravin took a cigarette packet from his table and left the cabin. I hurriedly got up. I followed him out of the cabin in the waiting area and then followed him to the small door at the backside of the clinic. I was roaming freely in the clinic, completely naked.
He opened the door and went out. I first peeped out of the door. It was a small empty area, and it was poorly lit. I went out. Now I was standing completely naked in the open. He put his left hand around my waist from the backside, pulled me near him, and asked, “Now tell me, where is it hurting?”
I held his right hand, put it on my pussy, and said. “Now, there’s a fire here.”
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