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Sexcall From The Doctor’s Office

Sexcall From The Doctor’s Office

Michelle braided her long blonde hair into a single ponytail and glanced at the lights on the phone on her desk. At 8:30, it was way too early to be answering the telephones, although that was part of her job description.

Dr. Smith’s first patient wasn’t scheduled until 9:15 so Michelle didn’t plan on working until then. Since she was the only person in the office, she turned her cell phone on so that she could have a little fun on the telephone sexlines. Last night, she had been having a great deal of fun with her boyfriend, Mark, but he had left her high and dry when his wife had called and said their son had broken his ankle. The nerve of him, leaving her on the border of orgasm, bent over her kitchen table. He would be lucky if she let him fuck her again.

While Michelle waited, she chatted on an adult forum. She didn’t have long to wait before she heard a phone ring. So intent was she on her chatting with this guy who swore he was Channing Tatum’s twin, that she answered the office phone instead of her cell.

“Hello, sexy,” Michelle answered without thinking. “Are you ready for the best telephone sex of your life? Baby, I’m going make you cum so much that you’re going to be dehydrated when I’m done. I’m going to ride you like you need to be broken in, and then I’m going to sit on your face and…”

“Michelle,” a loud male voice cried out.

“Fuck a Duck,” Michelle muttered and dropped the phone. As she did so, she realized she was holding the office phone. “Oh shit! Dad, I can explain,” Michelle insisted as she turned around in the swivel chair.

Michelle’s father glared at her. “How many times have I told you to behave professionally and appropriately in my office? I am a reputable psychiatrist, and now I come in here, and you’re talking like a street walker.”

Michelle knew only one way out of this. “I heard you come in the back door,” she said with a grin that had gotten her out of trouble her entire life. “I just wanted to shock you.” She just hoped the patient she hung up on wouldn’t talk to her father. She would definitely have to push that patient’s appointment back a few months.

Heavy Hangers

Calls to hardcore chat lines cost £1.02 per minute plus network extras. Callers must be 18 or over and have the bill payer’s permission. All calls are recorded. We may send free promotional SMS. Send ‘STOP’ to 89077 to opt out. DSL, BM Box 8027, London, WC1N 3XX. Customer Careline: 0870 046 5910
Calls to hardcore chat lines cost £1.02 per minute plus network extras. Callers must be 18 or over and have the bill payer’s permission. All calls are recorded. We may send free promotional SMS. Send ‘STOP’ to 89077 to opt out. DSL, BM Box 8027, London, WC1N 3XX. Customer Careline: 0870 046 5910