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that her clit was hard and throbbing,
and just begging to be touched and sucked. He knew that all he had
to do was run his tongue hard over it and she would come undone. But
he resisted, and when he still refused to touch her clit even when
she begged him to, the woman decided to take things into her own
hands. She moved her hand down her body, wetting her fingers on her
own sweat-drenched skin and fingered her short, curly pubic hair for
a few seconds. But before her trembling, manicured fingers could
find her pulsing nub, Julian wrenched her hand away. “Don't,”
he growled, gripping her wrist.
    “ Why?” she pouted, raising her head to
squint at him between her legs. “You won't do it, so...what's
a girl to do?”
    She tried to pull her hand free, to do what the stupid
doctor was stubbornly refusing to do. The ache between her legs was
becoming unbearable, spreading up her entire body, just panting to be
released.
    Julian drove his fingers harder and faster into her, and
her hips bucked fiercely, rattling the table. Her hand twisted in
Julian's grip, as she panted, “Please...give it to me...”
    He could feel her juices coating his glove as he pumped
furiously, curling his fingers and rotating his wrist. The woman's
hand slackened in Julian's grip and he released her cautiously. She
flung both arms over her head, surrendering to Julian's ministrations
and moaned. “Faster, please, faster!”
    Julian took a shuddering breath, and tried his best to
keep up. His wrist was sore, and his arm was tired. He was
beginning to lose all feeling in his hand even as he forced himself
to keep going. This was damn hard work. He was afraid he might just
lose consciousness if this went on for much longer.
    “ Harder, please, more...oh!” Julian doubled
his efforts as the woman clenched down hard on his trembling fingers.
Her back arched and he saw goosebumps erupt all over her skin. Her
nipples rose, dark and shiny, against the swell of her breasts. She
screamed as she came, and Julian kept moving his hand, milking her as
her pussy leaked and spurted its warm, creamy juices down her legs
and onto the steel tabletop. Even through his latex glove, he could
feel her searing heat and delicious, intoxicating juices. The scent
of her arousal, her sweat and sex filled the room. For the first
time since she shed her clothes, Julian felt his groin stir with
desire.
    As the woman's body started to relax, he slowly withdrew
his hand. Her face was flushed and her full lips curved in a
contented smile. “That was amazing, Doctor,” she purred,
pushing herself up on her elbows. “Now, are you going to fuck
me properly? With your cock, and not your fingers.” She eyed
his erection straining against his pants and licked her lips.
“...and perhaps we could have sex in your bed, and not in
your...” She wrinkled her nose as she looked around. “...um,
workshop. Though I've never been fucked on a steel table or a
trolley...” She raised an eyebrow at the various metal
trolleys cluttered with trays, instruments, syringes and other
equipment around the room. “You sure bring your work home,
Doc,” she muttered, as she sat up.
    “ I do most of my work from home,” Julian
answered quietly and a little awkwardly.
    “ So cute,” the woman teased and sauntered
over to him. “Well, do you want to do something about...that?”
She reached out and stroked his crotch lightly with a finger.
    Julian jumped back, crashing into a laden trolley. A
tray clattered to the floor. “No!”
    The woman laughed. It was a cute, sexy laugh, but it
unnerved him.
    “ I mean, no, no thank you,” he gulped. He
grabbed his wrist and rubbed it. There really was no feeling in his
left hand. Shit. But he wasn't about to admit it to her. Forcing a
lopsided smile to his face, he jerked his hand behind his back. She
was still inching nearer and nearer to him, her hips swaying as she
gradually closed the distance between them.
    “ Why did you bring me home? It