My First Home Visit with Dr. Cunt

About 3 weeks after the molestation incident at Dr. Cunt’s office (Okay, since this is a true story we will call her Dr. K – first name was Wendy), her receptionist came next door to my office and said that Dr. K needed to speak to me. I went next door and into Dr. K’s office and shut the door behind me. There she sat, with her usual snotty attitude. She was thin, in her forties, small breasts, and short dark curly hair. She looked up at me.

“Julia, I need to examine you in my home,” she said as she didn’t look up from her doctor’s notes in front of her.

I was confused. She took a post-it note off the stack and wrote something down quickly then handed it to me.

“That is your appointment time and my home address. Please don’t be late, I am very busy”.

I stood there stunned. After the “exam” she gave me 3 weeks earlier, I knew she wanted this pussy. I have never been with a female before, especially an OLDER female. I felt like I had a ball of nerves weighing me down in my stomach. I muttered an “okay” and walked out of the office. I looked down at the little piece of purple paper and realized my “appointment” time was THAT night.

I made it through the rest of the day at work in a trance. Should I go? What’s going to happen?

I knew Dr. K was married with two children so I didn’t know what to think. Was she really just going to give me an exam at her house?

When I got home from work, I washed my pussy extra good and shaved it meticulously. I took a washcloth, twisted the end and stuck it up my asshole to make sure I was squeaky clean. I put on a pink bra with matching pink lace boy short underwear. I mapquested the directions and realized her house was only 11 minutes away.

I arrived right on time. It was 830PM. I was dressed casually, jeans, t-shirt and my Ugg boots. The house seemed relatively small for a successful Pediatrician. I rang the door bell and Dr. K answered in the same clothes she had on that day in her office; blue button down, khaki slacks, navy dress socks.

“I just got home a short while ago,” she said.

I followed her into her home, which was very clean and smelled like lavendar.

“Where are your husband and kids?”, I asked.

“I live in Albany [1 1/2 hours north] but since my office is here, I have a home in the area”.

My stomach dropped. We were alone.

She offered me a drink and I politely refused. I was so terribly nervous.

I followed up the stairs and into the first room on the right.