Hello friends. As you all know, I am your Foker Doc Akshit again at your service. This time I will tell about the incident of how I got to make my angry professor cum.
I am doing my PG in pediatrics in a reputed institution in Delhi. This incident happened when I was in my first semester.
For the first two months, I was posted in the pediatrics Emergency room. During that period, one of my duty was to contact the concerned department and get the patient shifted. It was 19/09/2019, I remember the date too. September/October emergency duties are usually hectic in our country, especially in North India. It was one of the hectic days.
It was one of the holidays. I was managing the ER with one of my seniors. Everything was fine till 11.30 am. To our luck, the patient flow was a bit lesser. My senior found this as an opportunity and said to me,
“Hey Akshit, I am not feeling good. I am going to get some sleep. Call me if anything is out of your control.”
I couldn’t deny her as she was my senior, and there was no rush. So, I was there alone with the paramedics when a couple rushed to the ER with their one-month-old kid with repeated vomiting and irritable crying.
I was trying to stabilize the kid, but the parents were in agony. So I called my senior. She didn’t pick the phone up. So, I sent one staff to the doctor’s room and the staff returned and said, “Sir, Ma’am isn’t there.”
I was like, “Where is the bitch getting fucked at this hour of the day?”
With all my efforts, I stabilized the kid. The vomiting stopped. But the parents had a demand that they want their child be seen by any senior doctor. I thought of something and called the pediatric surgeon on duty for that night.
After calling twice, I got an angry hello from a sweet female voice. I told her the kid’s history and she said she’ll have a look.
I was waiting for her, but she didn’t show up even after an hour. So I called her again. She said, “I’m on my way to the ER.”
After a few minutes, she arrived. A woman nearly 30 years old in her surgical scrubs on. The tailor is a master, I must say. She was looking charming in the scrubs. I could even outline her breast and hip folds. She was a beauty to turn any male on. I wasn’t spared.
She looked at the kid sleeping comfortably and asked, “What’s the hurry?” I couldn’t say anything because I knew she had a name on her scrubs reading, “Dr. Sofia, assistant professor, pediatric surgery” and she was angry.
Then she asked, “Where’s the X-ray? What about the blood pictures?”
I was mum again.
Then she yelled at me saying, “I’m here in the middle of an emergency operation. But you haven’t done anything. You are calling again and again instead.”
I said, “Sorry, ma’am.”
Ma’am – What sorry? When will you learn to do things?
Me – Sorry, ma’am. I got panicked because of the parents. So I called you. I’m sorry again.
Ma’am – What? Did you get panicked by your parents? How will you become a pediatrician if you can’t console the parents? Which semester are you in?
Me – I’m in the first semester, ma’am.
Ma’am – What? Are they allowing a first sem to manage the ER? How can they?
Me – Actually, there’s one of my seniors posted for tonight. But she didn’t feel well. So, she went for a nap.
Ma’am – Ohh…but, Things don’t work this way, kid. There should be someone supervising you. It’s her fault, but you got scolded.
Now I found her voice getting softer.
Then she ordered some investigation and told me to call her once the tests were done. She was about to leave, she returned and said, “Don’t mind, bro. I was having a bad surgery. And I never expected to come out of the ER for such a case. Don’t mind, please.”
Upon hearing her soothing voice, I don’t know what happened, I bursted into tears. She went blank for a few seconds and then said, “Arre, why are you crying? I told you, it’s not your fault. You managed the kid well.”
Me – Then what about the statement on me being a good pediatrician?
Ma’am – Don’t take it into your heart. Just chill, bro. You have three years to learn to become a good pediatrician. And I bet, you will.
Me (crying) – Thank you, ma’am.
Ma’am – Please stop crying yaar. I have to join the OT.
Me – You go, ma’am.
But she didn’t. She hugged me sideways and said, “It’s just the beginning, dear. So many people to face in life. It’s time to grow up. Okay, here’s the deal. We’ll go to the Starbucks tonight after the duty is over. Okay?”
“Okay, ma’am.”
“Smile now at least.”
I smiled.
“Such a sweet smile should never be hidden. Don’t cry further, at least not when I am around. Okay?”
“Okay, ma’am.”
“Don’t forget to call me after the investigations were done.”
“I’ll call ma’am.”
Then I finished all the necessary work and then my senior arrived.
Me – Ma’am, it’s a hell of a day for me. Where were you? You weren’t even in the doctors’ room.
Senior – No question, please. I had a bad day too. Sorry for not picking up your phone call.
I kept mum. Time passed with new patients coming up. Then I called Sofia ma’am for the kid. From her voice, I concluded that she was sleeping. She arrived a few minutes later. Again in her scrubs, but looking a bit sexier, because of the haphazard hairs due to sleeping.
She came straight to me ignoring my senior and handed me a Cadbury chocolate. I smiled, and so did she.
Then she went to the patient and reviewed all the reports. Then said, “You were right, dear Akshit. The kid needs urgent surgery.”
Me – Yes, ma’am.
Ma’am – Wanna assist me in the OT?
Me (literally happy to be around her): I would love to ma’am. But the ER.
Ma’am – Your senior will manage. Then she asked my senior, “Can’t you manage alone?”
Senior – Yes, ma’am. No worries.
Ma’am – Okay, Akshit. I’ll call you after a few minutes. You bring the patient to the OT.
Me – Okay, ma’am.
Then she left and I was like, “Ahh…what a beauty yaar…”
I got a call from her at around 4 and took the kid to the OT. She has got really good hands. It was great to assist such a great person in such a case. The operation got over at about 6.30 and I asked her for her permission to return to the ER. She said, “Don’t forget to be at the Starbucks at 9.30 pm.”
“I will never deny Such an offer ma’am.”
“Why so?”
“See yourself in the mirror, ma’am.” I don’t know how could I say anything like that.
She gave me an expressionless look and left the place. I thought she got mad at me. But, she was out of my site for clearing my doubts. I left the place. I finished my duty, got freshened up and was thinking about whether she’ll come or not.
I stopped my overthinking and left for Starbucks. She was already there in a completely different get-up. She had denim jeans and a perfectly fitting cream-colored t-shirt. I was happy like anything.
She smiled at me and said, “You are 4 minutes late.”
Me – Sorry ma’am.
Ma’am – Don’t cry now at least, please.
Me – Why would I ma’am? I’m really happy to be here.
Ma’am – Ohh…Why so?
Me – Same answer ma’am, see yourself in the mirror.
Ma’am – Really. Let’s see. Follow me. Saying that, she headed towards the washbasin. I followed her. My eyes were focused on her curvy swaying ass in the jeans.
Ma’am – I’m looking at the mirror. What about you?
I got into my senses and looked into her eyes in the mirror.
Ma’am – Now say.
Me – wh….what ma’am?
Ma’am – Tell me why you were referring me to see the mirror again and again?
Me – Ma’am, look at yourself. You are such a flawless beauty, I would watch you for hours at a stretch and never get bored. You looked smart in the scrubs yesterday night. And you are a very good surgeon. Beauty with Brain and skills. That’s awesome about you.
I don’t know what had taken over my mind. I said it all and then realized that it can be a boomerang. She may get mad at me again.
Ma’am – I should have worn the scrubs while coming here then.
Me – Wrong choice of question, ma’am. You should have asked, then how do I look in this?
Ma’am – Is it so?
Me – Wrong question again.
Ma’am – Okay. How do I look in this?
Me – Sexy.
I uttered the word at once and looked at her. She was again expressionless. Then she told, “Let’s have the coffee.”
She asked some random questions while having coffee. I got angry at myself for being so bold. But, it was of no help. Then I saw her thinking something and smiling. I was clueless. But her smile was amazing.
Ma’am – I think you are the only person who finds me sexy. It was such an indigestible comment for a woman like me at 38 years of age.
Me – What. You are kidding me, ma’am. You aren’t looking like that at all. I guessed your age around 30 and I bet you are 32 at the most.
Hearing this, ma’am bursted into laughter. And slowly, the laughter turned into sobbing. I went near her and asked, “What happened ma’am? I’m sorry for hurting you. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Sorry, ma’am.”
Ma’am – It’s not you dear. It’s my life.
Saying this, she hugged me. I caressed her back and let her cry for a few seconds. Then I asked, “Let’s go to the mirror and see how do you look during crying?”
Hearing this, she laughed at once and hugged me tightly. I got to feel her boobs touching my chest. I don’t know what came into my mind and I started kissing her nape of the neck.
She broke the hug and looked into my eyes. I thought I was in trouble again. But then her head approached mine with her eyes closed. I felt like dancing then and there. And then we kissed. It was so intense that we didn’t notice the waitress standing there.
The waitress uttered, “Ahem Ahem” twice and said, “Ma’am, it’s closing time.” And then we parted. She looked like being embarrassed in front of the waitress and paid the bill and started leaving.
I followed her to her car. She got into the back seat and asked me to get in. As soon as I was inside, she pulled me onto her and kissed me. She was a great kisser, I must admit. The kissing was so intense that I felt oozing precum into my jockey.
I got along with the kissing and started caressing her back with my left hand and her left breast with my right hand. Her left hand was busy caressing my head and right hand was searching for my zip.
Then I shifted my right hand from her boobs and unbuttoned my pant and climbed up under her t-shirt towards her boobs. My left hand found the clip of her bra and unfastened it.
I got under her loose bra cups and touched her bare boobs. I started pressing them one after the other. I was pinching her nipples in between and she was like, “Ssshhhhh..aahhhh…”
In the meantime, she got her hand under the hem of my jockey and touched my bare dick. She parted from the kiss and gave an expression that was really priceless and said, “The kid isn’t a kid at all.”
I said, “At least not in bed.”
Ma’am – Is it so?
Me – Yes. Wanna check?
Ma’am – Of course, dude. I wanna enjoy this to the fullest.
Me – Then pleasure is all mine.
Saying this, I shifted my hand to her umbilicus and then down to her pubis. She was hissing like a snake, “Sshhhh.. shsshh…”
Her pussy was completely hairless as if she had planned it for tonight. I started with her clit and she jumped like a virgin being touched.
Then I went into the vagina and put one finger in. She jumped again and bit my upper lip. It was more of pleasure than pain. I put my middle finger into her love hole and touched her clitoris with my thumb.
I inserted one more finger into her vagina and started fucking her with my fingers. She was hissing like, “Sshhhsh… aahhha… Akshitttt you fucker… aahhha…” and after a few minutes she uttered a loud moan and started cumming and kissed me.
Then I started undressing her. She said, “Let’s go to my place.”
We adjusted ourselves and drove towards her house. That will be in part 2.
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