Dr. Frank
My name is Marten Frank and I am fresh out of university. I am a gynecologist and have taken over an existing practice in a small town near Frankfurt from a colleague who just retired.
I have not been working in this field for long, as I actually wanted to become a sports physician. But why should I settle for sprained ankles when I can bring life into the world and watch the miracle of life come into being?
Well, and let's be honest: Some "insights" are quite appealing. Female anatomy doesn't leave me cold, just like most of my colleagues. And who will complain if he is allowed to inspect beautiful tits on a regular basis?
I myself am not yet 30, 1.90m tall and do a lot of sports. My body is accordingly trained and muscular and also about what I have in my pants, I can not complain. Well, maybe a little bit. Because my tail brings it almost to 30cm and is often even unerect clearly visible in the pants.
The good soul of my practice is nurse Jutta and the only employee I took over from my predecessor. Jutta is already 55, but has her heart in the right place and quite a lot in her blouse.
The first patient...
Jutta opened the door and brought in my first patient. The first patient ever! My heart beat a little faster and my hands got wet and that, although I was the doctor and actually the patients always came to the gynecologist with some uneasiness.
"You are Mrs. Cimnek? Please sit down!"
The tall black-haired woman in her mid-thirties looked at me a little surprised when I pointed to a comfortable seating area. I wanted to do everything differently than my old-fashioned predecessors and had remodeled the entire practice. There was now a cozy corner for initial consultations and everything was furnished with homey modern wooden furniture.
"Cappucino?"
"Yes please!" She shook my hand with an exceptionally firm handshake and sat down.
"What can I do for you?"
Her eyes lingered a few seconds too long on my torso as I handed her the drink in my white T-shirt. My thick upper arms caught her eye immediately and I was sure her eyes had landed on my butt in my jeans before as I pulled the cappuccino from the machine.
"Doctor...well...."
"Mrs. Cimnek, I'm Marten. Please keep it simple and straightforward. Just say what's on your mind. I'm a doctor, secretive as the grave, and I look great. What have you got to lose?"
She laughed out loud and the ice was broken.
"Marten, I wanted to have a checkup to see if everything is okay with my breasts. With my sports, sometimes they get quite a bit off."
At the mention of sports, I perked up.
"Frau....?"
"Why don't you say Anja?"
"Anja, what kind of sports do you do?"
"I box." She slowly opened the buttons of her blouse and I watched spellbound. Deeper and deeper her cleavage became and her medium sized C-cups lay exposed seconds later. I inhaled audibly.
Both breasts were littered with bruises and the left was visibly swollen.
"I always thought women wore breast protectors when they did that?"
"Not when I box. I'm a member of a topless squad."
My jaw dropped slightly and my cock filled with blood. Anja had opted for a bra without cups. Her beautiful breasts were only framed by rhinestone studded cords. What a sight. She must have planned to embarrass me.
"Do you like what you see?"
I must have blushed bright red and stuttered.
She calmly picked up her cup and drank her cappuccino, some milk foam clinging to her upper lip which she licked with relish with her tongue.
"Yes. I honestly like it. I need to check out those breasts if you don't mind. Are you in pain?"
Anja stood up, took off her blouse completely and stuck her bare breasts out even further. I stood in front of her and carefully lifted the right breast and began to feel.
"HMMMM....ja...." Anja made a pained face as I looked for lumps and indurations.
"My goodness, they sure took a beating."
To say my cock was hard would have been an understatement. Painfully, it pushed against my jeans, wanting to get out into the open. I was standing close to Anja and her eyes were right on it, but she didn't comment.
"You have beautiful hands. Strong and delicate at the same time."
I smiled and took the other breast, which was much more swollen.
"AHHHHHHHHH....fuck...." Anja groaned loudly.
"Sorry. I can feel a lot of bruising. There are hard spots in the tissue. You can't really judge until the injuries have healed."
My fingers gently ran over her breast again and again, brushed the lingerie top with the sophisticated lacing and Anja's nipples stood up.
I lifted the breast with both hands and inspected the atrium and nipples. Her nipples were deep brown and as big as a fingertip.
"Wow. This one is slightly torn and sore!"
"HM...Yes...I know. My opponent was very focused on one tit and kept punching it in like there was no tomorrow." Anja had said tit on purpose. She challenged me.
"You have very nice tits. Even if they are very banged up right now."
Anja lifted her breasts with a smile and it excited her that I had repeated her choice of words. Her breathing quickened and her cheeks glowed. "Do you really think so? Aren't they hanging too much?"
They really did hang a bit, but they fit her well in shape and size.
"They are very beautiful. Tell me, can you watch something like this as a spectator? I like sports and..."
"And?"
"Fighting women."
We looked into each other's eyes and I noticed I was still stroking her breast.
"Yeah, sure. I'd love to. But the audience is rather exclusive. We're booked privately. But you as a doctor....."
Her smile was wickedly lustful.
"Is there anything else you can watch?"
"Yeah. Sure."
She unzipped her pants and now stood there in just a tiny thong. I saw what she meant. Her belly was also discolored, especially below the navel.
"Lie down on the couch, please."
Anja walked towards the comfortable massage table with her hips swaying and I saw her perfect butt. She lay down on her back and her breasts fell to the side.
Gently I felt hers too and more than once she whimpered out.
"You have to be careful about belly hits. The ovaries are sensitive. A lot of people always think the breasts are what you have to watch out for, but the uterus and ovaries are much more vulnerable."
I stood close to her and then it happened. My stiff cock pressed against her upper arm. My first reflex was to pull it away, but that's when I felt her hand on my butt. She literally pressed me against her.
There was a funny situation in which neither of us dared to go further.
"Where can you get hit anywhere in topless boxing?"
My hand traveled over her flat trained belly under the base of her breasts, down to her navel and stopped on her pubic mound. The damp fabric of the thong just barely covered her trimmed pubic hair. She was wet!
"Depends on what the spectator is paying for. There's fun boxing in bikinis, we don't really punch. The sight of our sweaty bodies has to be enough."
"And some customers pay more?"
"Yes. The fight two days ago was one of those. There we beat and everything between tits and pussy until one is knocked out."
Oh god my cock was so hard! I suddenly moaned loudly unintentionally.
She rubbed her hand over the bulge in my pants and licked her lips.
Without asking me, she undid the button and the zipper. She pulled down my shorts and SMATTTTTTT slapped my 30cm cock hard in her face.
"Oh GOD! MARTEN!"
These words I heard not for the first time and I slid my hand under the tiny triangle of fabric of her thong.
She rubbed my thing over her face again and again and it grazed her warm wet lips. Anja whimpered with pleasure as my fingers slid through her cleft and found only one thing: Wetness!
She took my glans between her greedy lips and she had to do really well to get even half of my cock into her pretty mouth. My glans bulged her cheeks and I felt her skillful tongue strokes literally driving the underside of my cock crazy.
I bit my lips because I didn't want to be heard in the waiting room. My fingers penetrated her pussy and she greedily pushed her lap towards me. The flayed tits rippled on her chest and all at once she released my fat pipe from her mouth with a "plop". Her saliva ran down it in thick strings.
"HMMMMM...MARTEN! MARTEN! I....please...." My fingers did her in and nearly drove her over the threshold.
"Stop!"
I stopped in surprise and took a step back as she stood up. She reared up in front of me, put her arms up and crossed them behind her head. Now I saw that she had quite considerable biceps.
"Box me."
She breathed those two words. Her eyes pleaded with me. She didn't need to say anything else either, because I understood. I pulled my shirt over my head and Anja moaned lustfully when she saw my muscular torso. I took off my jeans and shorts and stood in front of her with only my thick boner.
I clenched my fist, and gave her right breast a light uppercut. BAPPPPP.....UNGHHHHHH! Anja bit her lips. The tit flew up a bit, then slapped down and pendulumed a bit.
"Is that how you do it in combat?"
"Yes. Yes, more please. I take hundreds in a fight."
I was concerned, as her plump bust was still swollen and marked from her opponent.
SMATTTTT.....SMATTTT....SMATTTTT.....I punched her right tit sometimes with a left, sometimes with a right, and made her hip.
"That's how you need it? Yes?"
Anja trembled with pleasure. She enjoyed every single blow. I had never experienced anything like it. But I also felt how the sperm was up to my neck. I was about to squirt so the unusual situation turned me on.
I had never punched a woman in the breasts. Not even slapped.
Anja pushed a hand into her pussy and fingered herself and so I really got going:
SMATTTT...SMATTTT....BAPPPP...WHAPPPP....UNGHHH....OUFFFFF.....AHHHHHHHHHHH......JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
My patient came hard after I kissed each of her tits with an uppercut and a swing. My knuckles rammed into her boobs which had to explode with pain in their current state.
The last hit I sank into her sexy navel.
UNGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH! She writhed, holding onto me and biting my upper arm in pleasure! It squirted out of her horny cxnt like a waterfall and Anja sank whimpering to her knees. What had I done? A woman beaten! I wanted to apologize, but Anja took my cock back into her mouth and gave me a blow job that left me no chance.
She cream rose up to me, my testicles contracted and I squirted a load into her mouth like I had never experienced before.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA FUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" I came violently and with such quantities that she had trouble swallowing. Anja gasped and my cum ran out of her mouth and down onto her tits.
Satisfied, she grinned up at me. "Good doctor?"
I just nodded and helped her up.
I took her in my arms, our big bodies entwined. Her tits pressed against my strong chest and we kissed. Carefully. Sensually. I tasted my own cum.
"Ehem_00also if they could be a little quieter?"
Jutta stood in the doorway, grinning at us.
"Don't worry. Aren't any other patients here yet."
Embarrassed, we covered ourselves, but I noticed that Jutta had her gown unbuttoned wide and her breasts were almost falling out. She had certainly been eavesdropping and playing with her nipples.
"Yes. Thank you Jutta. Sorry."
She just winked and closed the door.
Anja slowly got dressed again and I also wrapped my cum-smeared cock. She looked happy. Very happy. "Thank you Marten. No man has ever done that for me before."
"I don't even know what got into me. I'm your doctor....I don't mean I think every patient....but your story..."
Anja leaned down to me and kissed me. Slowly her tongue entered my mouth and whispered in my ear:
"We'll meet again, won't we? Maybe not in this office?"
She handed me a business card that had the number of a specialty escort agency on it.
Angel and Devil Escort Service.
Catfight, boxing, BDSM.
These ladies are even harder than your cock.
On the back was Anja's cell phone number.
"Yes. Gladly. I'd love to!" My smile had to reach from ear to ear.
Anja tugged her blouse into place again and stroked her hair. My cum was still stuck in her deeply unbuttoned neckline, decorating the valley between her tits.
She winked at me and left the consulting room wordlessly....
