I never imagined my life would circle back to Rachel Matthews like this.
Three years after our messy breakup, I was sitting in a private examination room at an upscale women’s clinic, completely naked under a thin paper gown, legs locked in stirrups. My heart hammered against my ribs. Today was the day I was finally getting my clit hood pierced — something I’d fantasized about for years but never had the courage to do while we were together.
The door opened.
Dr. Rachel Matthews stepped inside, white coat perfectly tailored to her body, stethoscope around her neck, dark hair pulled into a sleek ponytail. The moment her sharp hazel eyes landed on me, she froze.
“Sophie…” she whispered, voice thick with surprise.
I wanted the floor to swallow me whole.
“Hi, Doctor Matthews,” I said, my cheeks burning.
Rachel slowly closed the door and turned the lock. The soft click sounded deafening in the small room. She looked down at her chart, then back at my spread legs. A slow, predatory smile curved her full lips — the same smile that used to make me weak when we dated.
“Well, this is going to be interesting,” she murmured. “Sophie Bennett. Here for a clit hood piercing. Of all the clinics in the city… you walked into mine.”
“I swear I didn’t know,” I breathed.
Rachel rolled her stool between my widely spread thighs and sat down. She pulled on purple gloves, but her eyes stayed locked on mine with burning intensity.
“Let’s see what we’re working with,” she said professionally, but her voice had dropped into that low, husky tone I remembered so well.
She lifted the paper gown. Cool air kissed my freshly shaved pussy. I was already wet — embarrassingly so.
Rachel let out a soft breath. “Still keeping it nice and smooth for me, I see.” Her gloved fingers gently parted my outer lips. “And you’re dripping, Sophie. Does being examined by your ex-girlfriend turn you on this much?”
I bit my lip and nodded.
“Good girl,” she whispered. “Always so honest.”
For the next fifteen minutes she was the perfect doctor — marking the spot, explaining the procedure, showing me the jewelry. But every touch lingered. Every brush of her fingers near my clit made me twitch.
When she picked up the needle, she looked straight into my eyes.
“This is going to sting. Breathe through it, baby.”
The sharp pain made me gasp and arch. Rachel held my thigh firmly, murmuring soothing words as she slid the beautiful silver curved barbell through my clit hood. When it was done, she cleaned me tenderly and admired her work.
“Absolutely perfect,” she said, voice thick. “Now… as your doctor, I really should test the sensitivity.”
She peeled off her gloves, leaned forward, and dragged her warm, wet tongue slowly over my freshly pierced clit.
“Oh my fucking God,” I moaned loudly, gripping the sides of the table.
Rachel chuckled against my pussy. “Shhh. We can’t let the nurses hear what a desperate little slut you still are for me.”
Her tongue was magic. She circled the new ring, gently tugging it with her lips, flicking it, sucking it. The fresh piercing made every sensation a hundred times stronger. I was panting and whimpering within seconds.
“You taste even better than before,” she groaned, sliding two fingers deep inside me while sucking on my pierced clit. “So fucking wet for your ex.”
She edged me mercilessly for nearly thirty minutes — bringing me right to the brink with her mouth and fingers, then pulling back, over and over, until I was a shaking, begging mess.
“Please, Rachel… I need to cum so bad,” I cried.
She finally stood up, stripped off her white coat and blouse, revealing a black lace bra that barely contained her full breasts. She climbed onto the exam table, straddling my face.
“Then earn it,” she ordered, lowering her soaked pussy onto my mouth.
I devoured her. I licked and sucked like I was starving, plunging my tongue deep inside her while she ground against my face. At the same time, Rachel attacked my pierced clit with renewed hunger, sucking hard on the new ring and fucking me with three fingers.
We 69’d like animals on that medical table. The room filled with wet, filthy sounds — slurping, moaning, and the creak of the table.
Rachel came first, flooding my mouth with a long, shaking orgasm, moaning my name. Her climax triggered mine. I screamed into her pussy as the most powerful orgasm of my life tore through me, my freshly pierced clit pulsing wildly against her tongue.
But Rachel wasn’t done.
She climbed off, grabbed a thick 8-inch strap-on from a locked drawer, and buckled it on. The sight of my dominant ex-girlfriend wearing nothing but the doctor’s coat and a big cock made me throb.
She fucked me on that exam table in every position possible.
First hard and deep in missionary, slamming into me while sucking on my pierced clit. Then she flipped me over, taking me from behind, pulling my hair and spanking my ass. Finally, she sat on the table and made me ride her, bouncing on her cock while she tugged on my new piercing.
I came four more times before she was satisfied.
When we finally collapsed, sweaty and exhausted, Rachel kissed me deeply, tasting both of us on my tongue.
She brushed hair from my sweaty forehead and smiled.
“Next week is your official follow-up appointment,” she whispered. “I’m piercing your nipples… and then I’m going to fuck you for the full hour.”
I smiled weakly, completely spent.
“Yes, Doctor.”
