Aiming at Amy

But just as I'm pondering these thoughts, I suddenly feel a hand on my groin. It's Dr. Maverick this time. I realize that it's the first time she touched my penis, since it was always Amy before who would present my genitals to the doctor.

She grasped my shaft firmly and began to work me with mechanical precision, her focus shifting from the vital signs monitor to me and back again.

I stiffened almost immediately, despite her touch feeling so clinical. There was no time to consider what came next. Dr Maverick grasped my penis firmly, making it stand rigid and proud. Evidently pleased with my body's response, she ceased the motion of her hand.

She then turns to Amy, telling her to remove her panties. Amy kneels above my thighs, her gaze shifting from Dr Mavericks hands clasping my erect member, up to her with a skeptical look. Her refusal is clear as she shakes her head in disbelief of the situation. I become self-conscious and avert my gaze. Knowing this is not helping, I decide the best thing to do is close my eyes and bear what Dr. Maverick is doing, allowing Amy and the doctor to find a solution without my attention on them.

With my eyes shut and Dr. Maverick firmly grasping my penis, I eavesdropped on their dialogue. Clearly, the doctor had an authoritative advantage over Amy, who was obliged to comply with her orders. I pondered if Amy would risk her job if she were to disobey Dr Maverick's demands. It was palpable that there existed an influential power imbalance between them that she was unable to escape from.

Eventually, Amy stood and swiftly shimmied out of her panties before kneeling back onto my legs. My eyes were mostly closed, so I almost missed the opportunity to catch a glimpse of Amy's intimate area beneath her skirt. Alas, she sat back down too quickly and afore I knew it, any vision of her bottom was once again concealed beneath the fabric of her skirt.

My manhood remained firmly in Dr Maverick's grip, pointing skyward. Though I kept my eyes closed, I could sense Amy moving around. A delicate fabric lightly scraped against the top of my penis for a brief moment.

Dr Maverick appears to adjust her grasp ever so slightly. Unable to resist, I open my eyes and see that Amy is above my hips, her skirt obscuring my crotch while also hiding Dr Maverick's hand from view.

I watched as Dr Maverick studied my vitals on the monitor, never taking her gaze away. With a swift up-down motion of her hand, she captured Amy and my attention. Glancing over at Amy, I could see that she seemed reluctant or confused.

Dr Maverick briefly turns around with a annoyed expression aimed at Amy. Then turns back to the computer screen. Amy seems to have no option and starts lowering her body slowly onto mine.

She inched closer and closer to my groin with each downward motion. Dr Maverick gently gestured for her to keep going downwards, her hand movements slow and steady as if warning Amy to proceed with caution.

I can feel my heartbeat racing and the blood pounding in my dick, that is still in the firm grip of Dr Maverick's other hand.

Amy slowly lowered herself onto my erect member. I could feel the warmth of her body on the very tip of my glans, and as she moved down further, I felt my penis gliding along her skin as Dr. Maverick kept it held firmly in place.

I can see the unmistakable look of frustration on Amy's face, and before she can sink any lower Dr Maverick holds up her hand to stop her. Even though it's hard to make out precisely where my dick is beneath Amy's skirt, I can still feel its tip pressed against her soft and warm skin, likely resting against her stomach. To tell the truth, it was a pleasant sensation. If Amy hadn't been so irritated by the circumstances, I might have even enjoyed the moment.

Dr Maverick swiveled away from her computer and fixed her gaze on Amy and I. She asked Amy to hike up her skirt, revealing that the tip of my arousal was nestled against Amy's pubic region. Every bit of Amy's skin was smooth to the touch due to the lack of any pubic hair. It felt amazing against my shaft.

Dr Maverick shifted my shaft, angling it backwards so that it pressed more firmly against Amy's pubic mound. I felt the pressure of her hands grip on me as my member bent slightly in response.

But Dr Maverick carries on carefully pushing my erection backwards, guiding it gently between Amy's vulva until its head finally slips in. I can feel Amy's walls embracing the tip of my penis and her lips folding around it.

Dr. Maverick instructed Amy to lower herself slightly further, her lips enveloping my glans all the way up to the frenulum. I wanted to push deeper and penetrate Amy further, but I was too shy to make a move.

The doctor is pleased with the progress and instructs Amy to remain in that position. Amy then pulls her skirt back down, obscuring my view of what was happening beneath it. Though I couldn't see, I could still sense her warm lips encasing my glans and her tight entrance gripping the top of my penis. As Amy remains motionless, I too am frozen in place; no matter how much I want to plunge deep into her body.