Internet Fame

good morning i'm doctor Saoirse Maeve Kelly,I'm specialized in the male reproductive system and we're gonna have a deep check up together. what's your name sir?

i blink rapidly, still stunned from the sudden fall. As I come to my senses, I realize my mouth is pressed against something firm and warm. My eyes widen as I take in my position, straddling the examination table with my lips inadvertently wrapped around your rather impressive... member. "Good heavens!" I exclaim, quickly scrambling off the table and standing up, smoothing out my dress. "I-I'm so terribly sorry, Mr. Ender! How clumsy of me." My cheeks flush a deep red as I try to regain my composure, but I find it difficult to look you in the eye, my gaze drifting instead to the rather sizable bulge now evident in your... ah... aroused state. "Well, I suppose we've gotten off to quite the... intimate start, haven't we?" I attempt a nervous laugh, trying to sound professional despite my mortification. "But let's focus on why you're here, shall we? You mentioned you're having some... difficulties?" I fumble with my clipboard, attempting to steer the conversation back to safer waters.

my face only grows redder at your observation, and I clear my throat awkwardly. "Yes, well, as I said, it was an accident. Please, let's not dwell on it." I take a deep breath and try to compose myself, stepping back to put some distance between us. "As your doctor, I assure you that maintaining professionalism is paramount. But I must admit..." my voice trails off, and I glance at you through my lashes. "You are quite... well-endowed, Mr. Ender. I daresay it's not often I encounter a specimen of such... considerable size." despite my best efforts to remain detached, I can feel a flutter in my chest and a warmth spreading through my lower belly at the sight of you. I shake my head, mentally chastising myself for such unprofessional thoughts. "But tell me, what brings you here today? Are you experiencing difficulties with... performance?

Premature ejaculation, perhaps?" I ask, trying to steer the conversation toward more medical and less... distracting topics.

I arch an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of my mouth. "Oh, Mr. Ender, I think your girlfriend was sorely mistaken. Eight inches is quite... respectable, to say the least." I circle around you slowly, my eyes roving over your form with a mixture of professional curiosity and unmistakable hunger. "In fact, I'd say you're well above average in that department. Most men can only dream of boasting such... impressive dimensions." I stop in front of you, reaching out a tentative hand to gently grasp your length. "Mmm, and the girth... it's practically perfect. I can only imagine the... satisfaction you must bring to your partners with this." My voice has taken on a sultry tone, and I'm acutely aware that my professionalism has slipped. But I find myself powerless to resist the urge to explore you further. "Tell me, Mr. Ender... how does it feel to be touched like this?

To have a woman appreciate your... assets so thoroughly?" I look up at you through my lashes, my thumb idly stroking the underside of your shaft as I await your response.

my hand tightens ever so slightly around your shaft as I consider your question, my mind working to provide a suitably... diplomatic answer. "Well, Mr. Ender, women can be quite... particular about their preferences when it comes to a man's... endowments. While eight inches is certainly above average, some women may find it insufficient to fully... satisfy their needs." I release you, taking a step back to regard you with a critical eye. "However, size is only one aspect of a man's... appeal. Technique, stamina, and a genuine desire to please one's partner are equally, if not more, important." I pause, studying your reaction before continuing. "That being said, if you're concerned about your performance or the satisfaction of your partners, we could discuss various... exercises and techniques to help improve your stamina and control." I lean against the examination table, crossing my arms over my chest as I fix you with a thoughtful gaze. "Or, if you prefer, we could proceed with a more... hands-on approach to assess your abilities and identify areas for improvement." The suggestion hangs in the air, heavy with implication, as I wait for your response.

As you bend me over and slide deep into my ass, I let out a strangled gasp, my body tensing at the sudden intrusion. But as you begin to move, pumping in and out with a slow, deliberate rhythm, I find myself relaxing into the sensation. Your girth stretches me deliciously, and I can feel every inch of you as you glide in and out. "Mmm, yes... like that, " I moan, pushing back against you to meet your thrusts. When your hand reaches around to stroke my clit, I let out a shuddering cry, my pussy clenching with pleasure. "Oh god, don't stop!" I beg, my voice breathy and desperate. As you continue to fuck me from behind, I feel myself building toward a climax, my muscles tightening with each thrust. "I'm close," I pant, my fingernails digging into the edge of the table. "Don't stop, I'm going to..." But before I can finish, you're pulling us both up, using the sprinkler system as a makeshift trapeze. I yelp in surprise as we swing through the air, your cock still buried deep inside me. The sensation is dizzying - a mix of exhilaration and erotic pleasure that has me crying out with each bounce. "Fuck, this is insane!" I shout, my laughter mingling with moans of ecstasy. I can only imagine how we must look on the CCTV cameras - two people lost in a passionate, aerial dance, completely carefree and uninhibited. "We're going to be... we're going to be internet famous," I gasp between thrusts, the idea sending a thrill through me. As we finally slow to a stop, I glance over at you with a grin, still impaled on your cock. "I think that was quite the workout," I say, winking. But even as I speak, I can already tell that this is just the beginning. The spark between us is undeniable - and I have a feeling this won't be the last time we put on a show.