Inappropriate behaviour with a student (long long long) | 2016

I have lurked on this subreddit for a few years now and have finally created an account after an extremely erotic experience that took place this afternoon. For some background- I am a white male in my early fifties, working as a consultant plastic surgeon in a large university hospital. I am 6'1 and in relatively good shape, am married with two sons in their twenties. I work long hours, and I play golf with my colleagues and my sons at the weekend, my wife and I are no longer very close but we get on fine and I think we are both happy with how the situation is. I have always been faithful to her, apart from this one incident...

It began in June, when the new intake of medical students were coming in for two week trial rotations. They get randomly assigned to a team, just as a way of orientating them before they start their clinical teaching in September. When I arrived to the clinic on Monday morning my heart sank as I saw them there in their white coats, looking like lost little lambs, utterly useless, gaping around wide eyed and terrified. My patience with the students has long ago worn thin, and students on their first week in hospital are worst of all. I'll admit that I am very short with them, I have no tolerance for ignorance or lack of effort, and this occasion would be no different. There were five of them- three girls and two boys. I introduced myself and told them to each take a chart and bring in a patient to take a history and then present it to myself or whatever registrar is available when they're finished. They did as they were big, looking terrified, and I couldn't help but notice that one of the girls was extremely attractive. Of course, many if the students are attractive- they're young, intelligent girls- but I've never allowed my thoughts to stray too far. But this girl.. She was a little thing, about 5,2, slim but with these big, juicy, round breasts that she couldn't hide under the conservative blouse she was wearing. Her skin was pale, her hair blonde, her lips full and pink, and her cheeks flushed.

I put my coat and briefcase away, checked something with the nurses, and then looked down the hall- none of the students had finished the history yet. So I decided to interrupt one of them, and found myself walking past the other doors until I saw my little blonde, not meaning to pick her out but feeling irresistibly drawn to her. I walked in without knocking, and barked at her to give me the history and get on with it. She seemed taken aback, but began to tell me the history. Her voice was smooth and confident before I stopped her. I won't go in to too much detail here, but she made mistake after mistake- and each time I would interrupt her and correct her, perhaps unkindly- but it's the only way she will learn. After each interruption, I could see her cheeks flushing redder, her voice becoming unsteadier, and my dick getting harder. I could see how much she wanted to please me, how she would do anything I asked. After we dismissed the patient, we want back to the hall and I explained to her a few ways to improve her presenting style, all the while she stared at the ground. Then, feeling a bit guilty, I added that I hoped she wasn't upset but that this was my teaching style.

To my surprise her eyes flashed up to mine and she didn't blink, and her voice was back to its original, confident quality as she said 'You won't upset me that easily, I like to be spoken to directly.' At this point my eyes flicked to her ID card, nestled on her breasts, hanging by a lanyard. Her name was Lucy.

Over the next two weeks I found giving her more attention than the other four students, instead allowing the registrars and interns to guide the others. When I did speak to the other students, they were shy, overly polite, and seemed intimidated. But when I spoke to Lucy- gave her instructions, reprimanded her- she always met my eyes smiling, almost laughing, with a kind of mischievous and would simply respond 'yes, sir'. Maybe it was all in my head, but I felt like she was being flirtatious, that she sensed in me my desire for her, to dominate her and subdue her, so every time I gave her an order or reprimanded her, I'd see this gleam in her eye and I'd find my mind racing.

I masturbated every night while she was placed with us, thinking about her lips, her creamy pale skin, her huge soft breasts... I was both disappointed and relieved when she left, and there was no goodbye. I didn't expect to see her again. New batches of students came and went, and the cycle was fortunately broken.

Then today, I was seeing outpatients in my private clinic, where we do a lot more cosmetic procedures than we would in the public teaching hospital. I took up a chart for a new patient, and saw her name. She wanted a consultation for a breast reduction. I knew I should stop it, that she'd be embarrassed when she realised it was me and wouldn't want to go through with it, but part of me was thinking- surely she must know I work here? Could she have planned this? And the thought of seeing and touching her breasts without any wrong done was too good an opportunity to pass up. So I went to the reception and called her name.

Her hair was long and wavy, I'd never seen it down before. She walked toward me and smiled, showing no sign of surprise at seeing me, confirming my suspicion that she'd planned this. She came into the room- it's laid out a bit like a GP office, with a desk, computer, chairs and a bed.

'Well, Lucy' I said, 'it's nice to see you again. I'm surprised you decided to come to me for this procedure.'

'Why would you be surprised?' she asked, 'you're the best.'

We carried on the discussion, making sure she was sure about the decision. It was actually going ahead like an ordinary consultation at this point, but the anticipation of exposing her was making me get hard- I was a bit concerned she would notice when we stood and moved to the bed.

I told her to sit on the bed and take her top and bra off when she was ready, and closed the curtain. She called me back in, and she was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing just the frilly white skirt she had worn in. Her breasts were large, but her frame was so small, she probably wore a 30F (UK sizes), and they were very round and perky for breasts of that size.

I walked over to her, ignoring my obvious erection, and put my hands on them, squeezing them gently. I Ran my finger along where we would need to cut, and told her there would be scars. I noticed her breathing was quickening, her breasts rinsing and falling. Her nipples were firm, but the room wasn't cold, and when I let my thumb brush against one of them she bit her lip hard- but not in time to conceal the soft moan that escaped her.

I stepped back from her, and looked at her furiously.

'I don't think you came here for a consultation at all, did you Lucy?'

She shook her head, cheeks red, none of her previous mischief coming across.

At this point I wanted to tell her to get out, and we would forget it ever happened. But there was too much blood in my dick and not enough in my brain, so I put my left hand across her mouth and my right hand up her skirt. She wasn't wearing underwear and was drenched. My middle finger slid inside her, and I couldn't believe how snug and tight she was against my one finger. I slid my thumb over her clitoris and she was bucking and shaking against me almost instantly, stifling her moans against my hand and gushing all over my fingers.

'Don't make a noise' I whispered against her ear as I removed my hand from her mouth. 'Bend over the bed and spread your legs'.

She obeyed me instantly. And although I had come this far, something inside me didn't want to give her the satisfaction. She can't just come in to where I work, and reduce me to some sort of animal, who doesn't give a shit that he has a wife and just fucks the first beautiful girl who tries. So I kept my dick in my pants, and instead spanked her ass, hard, while she licked her own juice off my other hand. And then I told her to get out of my sight and not to come again.

She looked confused and upset as she left. I don't want trouble, but I can't stop thinking about her, and part of me hopes she will defy me and come back- and this time I will give her a real punishment...