CHAPTER SIX
"You've only got two more days on the same shift as Doctor Wilson," pointed out Denise. "Do you think you can get him to jump into bed with you by then."
Peggy shook her head. "I don't know. I didn't think it would be all that hard when I started. Now I don't know. He's such a cold fish. I'd swear he doesn't have any emotions at all, but I've seen him reacting to some of the patients. It's like he gives them exactly what they need and no more."
"I wish he'd give me what I need," sighed Denise.
"Same here. But I'm scheduled to be in the operating room with him this evening."
"A biggie or one of those piddly little operations he does all the time for nothing?"
"A charity case, I think. Something as complicated as an ingrown toenail. Hell, a doctor as good as he is could do the operation in his sleep."
A Peggy said it, she began thinking. Sure, Doctor Wilson was good. The operation was a snap.
He could do it without even half-thinking about it.
Most of the other doctors let an intern do it for the practice.
Why, Doctor Wilson could do the operation even if he were being sucked off by the hottest redhead on the floor!
And that's exactly what Peggy vowed to do. She was going to suck off the distant, aloof Doctor Wilson while he was operating. He wouldn't dare stop and tell her to fuck off. If she did it right, only the two of them need ever know what had taken place.
She felt her cunt beginning to water just thinking about giving him head. To creep under the table, slip up under his operating gown and find his fly, then open it and let his prick dangle free. Sucking on it would be a snap from then on. She could do it and Doctor Wilson probably wouldn't miss a single stitch.
He was that good.
And she'd show him how good she was. After that, he couldn't possibly deny her when she got horny. He'd know she wasn't just some ordinary lay. She was special.
"Better run and scrub up, Peggy. And get that faraway look out of your eyes. Doctor Wilson likes everyone to be on their toes in the OR."
"Don't worry, Denise. I'll be ready. And I assure you, I'll keep them all on their toes. Especially Doctor Wilson."
She hurried off to prepare for the operation. It was so simple she wondered why the operation hadn't taken place in a doctor's office. She shrugged as she passed into the scrubbing area. It was one of those rare opportunities that would open whole new doors to sex for her.
In the operating room, Doctor Wilson and the others were already assembled. The student nurse was going to be handing him all the instruments. Peggy's role was purely supervisory. She had every confidence that the student nurse would do everything to perfection. She had the right kind of mind, didn't get flustered and actually seemed to dig seeing people sliced open.
"All right, crew, this is an easy one," Doctor Wilson said. "I want everyone to take it easy, though. The simple ones have a way of getting messy if someone goofs. And I want no mistakes. Let's begin."
The patient was wheeled in on the go-to-Jesus cart, firmly strapped down by the intern and then readied by the student nurse while Peggy watched. The sheet covering the patient fell over the table and hid the doctor's legs and crotch from the others in the OR.
It was a perfect setup for her.
At the first chance, she dropped to her knees and crawled under the table. It was spooky thinking that the guy just a few inches above her head was being cut on, then she forgot all about it. In front of her eyes was her goal.
She gently lived Doctor Wilson's gown and ran her fingers up the inside of his leg. Instinctively, he widened his stance. She had all the room she needed now to unzip his pants and let his limp prick tumble out.
The cock was about the size of her thumb. She wondered what it would turn into as she sucked on it. Maybe this was why the doctor refused to ball any of the nurses: he wasn't very well-hung.
But as she stuffed the prick into her mouth, she realized that wasn't true. The cock slowly stirred and grew in size until she had trouble keeping it in her mouth. He was a good eight inches long, maybe more by the time his cock had risen to full erection.
His hardon was a massive one. Not only was Doctor Wilson long, he had a lip-stretchingly-huge girth. She had to maneuver a bit more to get her mouth into position where she could engulf the end of his prick.
She heard his voice, distant, saying, "I, uh, seem to be a bit shaky today. Would you, ummm, check everything I do, Doctor Marrick? I don't want to lose my head."
Peggy smiled. The doctor was being cool about this. He was going to let her continue sucking him off. It probably was as big a thrill for him as it was for her. It gave the operation a brand new dimension that it lacked before.
She inhaled and smelled the musky odor of an aroused male. He was responding to her in a big way. There was no mistaking that. His prick was beginning to jerk and throb with its own life.
Pressing her tongue into the underside of his prick, she could feel the distant heart throbbing away. She licked slowly down the sensitive underside until the man's legs began to tremble. She smiled and kept it up. She wanted to punish him for not allowing her to do this sooner.
It served him right!
Her lips closed on the cleft head of his prick. The tiny flap of skin dangling under the piss-slit was the most delicate portion of his prick. She gave it special oral attention until the cock was dancing frenziedly in front of her nose.
She tired of licking and lightly nipping at his cock. She started licking down the sides of his prick until she came to the tangled jungle of his pubic hair. Nuzzling her nose into his bush, she managed to get close enough to lick his balls.
The loose sac of flesh dangled under the huge prick. As she tongued it wetly, roughly, with just the tip of her fucking tongue, it began to harden. The skin contracted as his arousal mounted. Soon, there was only a tiny globe holding his churning nuts.
She sucked this into her mouth and gently gnawed on it. She could feel his balls tumbling around in this pressure cooker of his sex.
In the distance came his agitated voice, "This is getting out of hand. I seem to be blowing it, so to speak."
Blowing it, indeed. She was the one giving him the blow job! And never had he received a better one. She'd bet any amount of money on that!
His lead-heavy balls were controlled a little by the way she licked and tongued them. Soon, though, she tired of this. She wanted to sample the end of his prick. Leaving the balls behind, she kissed back up the stalk of his prick until she came to the ugly purpled knob mounted on the end of his fuck stick.
Her lips closed over the glans as if she were dying of thirst and this was her only hope for water. Her tongue darted all over the stubby end of the man's prick, lightly touching here, pressing there, until he was dancing from one foot to the other.
"Can't seem to keep my thoughts straight. Take over, Doctor Marrick. I'll watch. Might as well make this amateur night in the OR."
The operation might be amateurish but the head she was giving him certainly wasn't. She knew she'd never done better. And she also realized how he appreciated it. When he turned the operation over to his assistant, he didn't back away from the table.
If he had, she would have been exposed. Instead, he stayed close so she never let the end of his prick slip out of her mouth.
She decided to give him a real threat then. She tried to stuff the end of her tongue down his piss-slit. It wasn't possible and they both knew it. It also gave them both a hell of a sexual charge simply in the attempt.
"Good work," Doctor Wilson was saying. Peggy couldn't tell if the words were directed at her or the other doctor. It didn't matter. She knew she was giving him the best blow jab ever. That was all that mattered to her.