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Twelve monthly check-up (fm:sex at work, 7856 words)

Author: Chris-t6290 Picture in profile
Added: Apr 04 2019Views / Reads: 1928 / 1758 [91%]Story vote: 9.41 (17 votes)
Having completed her thorough, routine check-up of Cedric Alan, a man in his late 40ís, he mentions the subject of a lump and the dull pain he occasionally feels, to Dr Sandra Jonesí, who, despite its proximity, nerveless gives it her fullest attention.

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Story outline: Having completed her thorough, routine check-up of Cedric Alan, a man in his late 40's, he mentions the subject of a lump and the dull pain he occasionally feels, to Dr Sandra Jones', who, despite its proximity, nerveless gives it her fullest attention.

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It was mid-June when Cedric Alan received the letter from the NHS (National Health Service), inviting him to book a yearly check-up. He was somewhat surprised, though, especially since his last one, having moved to the area only a year ago, was In November.

Deciding it wasn't of importance, Cedric put it with all the other such mail he received, only to, a week later, receive a phone call from a NHS representative who subsequently arranged an appointment over the phone for 4:30 the following Friday.

Managing to get the afternoon off work, Cedric, having changed into something light and accessible, beige trousers and a brown t-shirt with a collar, made his way to the doctors. He was quite fit and healthy for his age, arriving several minutes before the appointment time and ringing the doorbell.

Upon hearing the sound, Polly, the doctor's young red haired receptionist, left her station and went and greeted Mr Jones with a welcome smile. She then invited him inside and showed him through to the waiting room.

"The doctor won't be long. You're her last patient," the blue-eyed woman informed him. She couldn't resist looking him up and down, though, admiring his well-toned body and wondering just how big his cock was. Yes, Polly clearly had a thing for black dick. She even, as Cedric waited to be called, found herself stroking her pussy at the very thought of fucking him, despite his age to her 24 years.

Her thoughts and fantasies were suddenly interrupted, however, when the buzzer sounded to let Polly know Dr Jones was ready for her next and final patient of the day.

"The doctor will see you now, Mr Alan. It's just along the corridor and the second door on the right," she informed him, her expression one of being dreamy as she rested her elbows on the counter and her chin on her folded fingers.

As soon as he was out of sight, she clicked on her computer and found an interracial video clip to watch while she waited for his check-up to be concluded and thought about the weekend: A short bus ride home, a quick shower and an evening snack; after which, she would be getting changed and off out for a weekend of clubbing and picking up black guys to fuck.

Upon entering the room, Cedric found himself in a small waiting area. He barely had enough time to get settled in his seat when a door to his left opened - the sound catching his attention before the woman's voice lilted his name.

"Mr Alan."

Sandra Jones had a warm radiant smile as she stood in the doorway. Her straight shoulder-length raven hair framed her face perfectly, accentuating her hazel eyes. She wore a white overall with just the middle three buttons done up over a black pencil skirt that fell to her knees and a turquoise blouse. A black strappy pair of shoes, ones with a modest heel, completed the professional look.

"Your twelve monthly check-up," she announced and he subsequently stood.

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