Doctors in Delhi – 2

I visit Dr Rohan Seth’s clinic, and witness their daily exploits. Farooq with a married mother, Krishna with a nurse, and Rohan with…

Two weeks ago, I happened to be at my brother in law Rohan’s hospital. We had a lot of fun “examining” a rape victim. From what I understand, she never came back or pressed any charges.

But I was getting bored of the action I was getting at home, so I figured I’ll visit him at work again, in hopes I’ll get another pussy to pump my cum in. At the very least, Dr Gupta’s mouth could be made available to me. I ditched school after the lunch break and called a cab to Rohan’s clinic. It was around noon.

The receptionist was a brunette bimbo a sari. Her tits were huge and obscenely displayed in her low-cut blouse. She didn’t know who I was, since I’d never been to Rohan’s clinic before.

“Yes, dear, how may I help you?”

I ogled at her breasts. They jiggled with every breath she took, every move she made. I simply smirked and walked towards the door labelled Dr Rohan Seth.

She panicked, naturally – any staff member protecting a violent rapist would – but I stopped anyway. Instead I turned towards Dr Farooq’s room.

Walking in, I saw him getting a blowjob from a short, stout woman in a red sari.

“I’d write you a prescription,” he grunted in between, “but then your pharmacist would know you got chlamydia on your vagina.”

He didn’t even realise I was at the door. He just kept shoving her head deeper and deeper down on his dick.

“Dr Farooq?,” I cleared my throat.

Shocked, he looked up and saw me at the door. Instantly he sighed in relief and smiled at me.

“Vir, bro. Come here. I’m almost…”

By the time I came and stood behind him, the fat lady’s mouth was overflowing with his spluttering cum.

As he started to relax, I pulled his face back and kissed him. He began to tongue me before realising that he needed to explain what was going on.

“Oh, um, this is Mrs Oberai. She wanted the meds at the clinic, and didn’t want a charge to appear on her card. So…”

I could connect the dots. But I had a feeling I knew this lady. It had been a couple minutes since the blowjob ended, yet she still hadn’t come up for air – her mouth was still dripping cum and Farooq’s soft, fat cock still stayed in her mouth.

I pulled her up by her hair and realized who she was – my friend’s mom. I started laughing at her. But when she realized who I was, she scrambled to her feet and began to run out of the room. I yanked her back by her sari but she still resisted.

I had no option but to rough her up. Just a little. One chokehold and a couple slaps to her face and she was calm.

Clarification – I already knew she got an STD, probably from fucking a driver or servant, and that she blew a doctor so no one finds out. She knew I’d tell her son. There was no reason for me to hold her back, honestly, because she was screwed no matter what. I just had something to say.

“Where are you going, Aunty? I’m not letting you go till you tell me who gave you chlamydia!”

She was struggling to breathe, while I whispered into Farooq’s ear how I knew his patient. She had been married for over 20 years with 3 kids – not once was there even a rumour of her cheating. But these women from rich houses are always dissatisfied, and they always have some itch to scratch.

“It was her Bihari servant, Vir. She told me everything in the session. There’s a video recording you can have a look at later,” Farooq told me, winking.

That was good enough for me. I let Mrs Oberai go. She trotted out, her head hanging in shame.

Meanwhile, Farooq kissed me some more and got up to show me around the rest of the clinic. I could really see myself dating him.

As we walked back into the reception area, we saw Dr Krishna discussing his patient schedule with Miss Big Tits. Well, it was mostly the bimbo sitting at her desk, with Krishna bending over and staring down her blouse. Pervert.

Farooq called out to him, “Hey Krishna, look who showed up today.”

Krishna straightened himself and extended his right hand for me to shake. I saw his left hand snake down and pinch the receptionist’s nipple.

“Hey man, how are you doing?”

“Just fine. I hope I’m not disturbing you guys here.”

“Oh, no, not at all. I’m just conducting an interview inside.”

My interest perked up again. “Oh? For another doctor?”

“Nah, just a nurse. The last one left ’cause she got pregnant.”

Farooq chimed in. “Not me.”

Krishna defended himself. “Not me either.”

The bimbo rationalised, “It was probably Dr Seth.”

We all nodded in agreement.

Krishna broke off from the group by announcing, “Anyway, I’ll head back to my room. You’re welcome to drop by anytime. You’re the boss’s family, after all.”

I would take him up on his offer, but I really wanted to see what Rohan was upto.

Farooq and I almost entered his room, but we thought it’ll be more fun to first eavesdrop a little and then enter.

We heard a female voice. “We could’ve taken her to her regular pediatrician, but since it’s bleeding…”

A male voice spoke now. “It’s pretty unexpected, we don’t know what made it happen.”

Rohan spoke now. “Cut the crap, will you? I’ve inspected her. She’s clearly been penetrated.”

The male and female voices became united in defense. “That’s impossible, doctor! She’s only 10 years old!” “What are you implying?” “Do you mean… She got raped?”

It was time for Farooq and I to barge in.

“It could be rape, it could be consensual. Bottom line is, your daughter got fucked,” Farooq said. Rohan looked up to initially rebuke him for interrupting, but saw me along and said nothing. He just beckoned to me to come sit on his lap, while Farooq went on.

“Obviously you both were aware that she got fucked, and that caused the bleed. This is why you didn’t just take her to a regular doctor. You came to us, because somehow, you got to know of our reputation.”

The couple was stunned. They quietly looked down at their shoes as Farooq ripped them apart. I finally had a chance to look at them. A young couple, very modern, dressed immaculately. I turned my gaze to see a tiny little girl in a tiny hospital gown, lying on a bed behind the curtain.

Rohan cleared his throat. “Dr Farooq is correct.”

Innocently enough, I asked the mom out loud, “Did your husband fuck her?”

She looked up at me and it was as if she’d seen a ghost.

“What the fuck… Who even are you?”

Farooq, who was walking around till now, charged towards her and slapped her so hard that she almost fell from her chair.

“You’re hiding a pedophile and you have the audacity to ask that?”

The couple was too stunned to even react. Their silence said it all. But Rohan had to break the tension.

“See. You just have to be honest for us to do our work. If you lie to us, we’ll not be able to treat your daughter.”

Farooq placed his hands on the dad’s shoulders and playfully massaged him, saying, “I’m sorry for hitting your wife, man. It’s okay if you fucked your daughter. We don’t judge here. We just wanna help, stop the bleeding and whatnot.”

I added, “And I’m sure you’ll get some advice later, so that she doesn’t bleed when you plow her again.”

Farooq and Rohan looked at me and we all laughed heartily.

The couple seemed to loosen up now.

The woman began. “Okay, I’ll admit. My husband and I wanted to build a family with different values, which included the concept of freeuse. I’m pretty much always naked and available to him at home, and so is my daughter, but so far, she had only given him blowjobs. And I was okay with it! But last night, when I had gone to visit a friend, my husband tried to break her in.”

The husband, admitting defeat, just started pouring out the truth. “The initial blood didn’t bother me because I had just broken her hymen, but it kept bleeding. Of course I immediately took her to the ER but some Dr Gupta saw us and refered us to your clinic.”

It was Rohan’s turn. “Hmm, Gupta has a knack for smelling a pedophile from a long distance. I’m sure he figured out what you’d done right there and then.”

I was finding this story development pretty interesting, but I suppose after many years of working here, Farooq had seen all sorts of patients with all sorts of stories. Naturally he was bored so he inched closer to me and began distracting me with kisses all over my exposed body. I started squirming in Rohan’s lap and the couple began staring at us.

Rohan snapped his fingers at them. “Hello, child rapists, pay attention here!”

The couple was brought back to the worrying issue at hand, and Farooq lifted me in his arms and took me behind the curtain. The couple was just about to say something in protest, when Rohan cut them off.

“Nuh uh. You don’t get to have a say anymore. Needless to say, I could report this to the police, and you’d both be jailed. All our sessions get recorded. But obviously you don’t want that. So we have to work out a deal.”

The couple, after going through a rollercoaster of emotions, were ready to negotiate.

“Anything, Doctor.”

“Alright, so obviously we’d fix her bleed. It’s probably just a minor injury to which you’re overreacting. Women bleed all the time. She’s 10, so probably she’s starting puberty early, and this is her first period. Or it could be something else. While she recovers, we have no use for her. Once she heals, however, we will need to see her once a week at the clinic.”

Mommy and daddy relaxed a bit after hearing the period part, but the last part seemed suspicious. Rohan busted their suspicions by outrightly admitting, “We’re gonna fuck her once a week till we get bored, basically. The sessions will be 2 hours long each, and if at all you don’t show up, or disappear, the police will be one call away.”

The mom gulped. “Won’t your fucking make her bleed more, doctor?”

Rohan thought for a minute. He turned to the husband and asked, “How big is your dick?”

The husband seemed confused. Rohan got impatient and said, “Stand up and pull your pants down.”

He was in a trance. He got up and blindly followed directions.

All this while, Farooq and I had been going aggressively at making out, and our shirts had come off. The little girl was watching us intently. When we heard a zipper opening outside the curtain, we both stopped and pulled the curtain aside.

There it was – the glorious monster cock that Daddy had been hiding all this while. Even soft it was about 9 inches. God knows how large it would be hard.

I giggled and commented, “That’s why she bled. You must’ve split her in half!”.

Then I turned to the petite girl beside me and lifted her gown. My hand went to her bloody pussy and naturally began exploring. “Did daddy split you in half last night?”

The innocent baby nodded her head and poured.

The mother was aghast that a 16 year old jock was basically fingering their 10 year old daughter in front of them, while taking a break from kissing a really hot Kashmiri doctor.

Rohan concluded this episode by pointing to us and telling the dad, “We’ll be doing something like that. Don’t worry, she won’t bleed with us. Also, after seeing your dick, we might just ask you to join in.”

Then he turned to mom. “For practice, you see. Your little girl will eventually have to take his dick day in and day out, so we have to make sure she doesn’t bleed. So Madam, you can explain to your daughter however you want, but this will happen.”

The wife submitted to it reluctantly and the husband just couldn’t stop smiling. As they were about to leave, Rohan grabbed the mom by her neck and said, “Come with me to Dr Farooq’s room. I could fuck your ass right here but the bed is pretty cramped with everyone here.”

The husband had no option but to let her go with him. I was on my knees next to the bed sucking Farooq’s dick, when I saw him come upto his daughter to apologize.

“I’m sorry for making you bleed, honey.”

I couldn’t resist. I grabbed his dick through his pants and realized he was semi-hard. I unzipped and began sucking them both. The dad began moaning.

“Damn, boy, you’re so good with your mouth! Oh, honey, you gotta learn from this boy!”

Farooq wanted to fuck my ass now, so pulled me up and pulled my pants down. He applied some lube and entered my hole. Surprisingly, he grabbed the dad’s dick and indicated him to fuck his ass. I had no idea Farooq would ever want to bottom – he seemed like such a top. But hey, that monster dick had to be tried. It was irresistible.

Dad again had no option, and reluctantly, lubed up and entered Farooq’s ass. Maybe he was straight. Who cares anymore. He was at our mercy.

Now, Farooq was fucking me, and Dad was fucking him. It was a nice train. But my dick wasn’t getting any attention. Until, of course, I grabbed the little girl sitting there and forced her to suck my dick.

* * *

After everyone but the ladies had cum, they got dressed and were about to go back to their lives.

I wanted a little more fun before I left. The receptionist was frantically taking calls, so I groped her a little and sucked on her tits right there and then.

I also happened to peek into Krishna’s room once, and saw him pile driving the nurse interviewee on his desk.

Farooq gave me his number and asked me out on a date.

What a beautiful afternoon that was, with these doctors in Delhi.

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What did you think of Part 2? Comment below. It is bisexual, so no whining about the gay stuff. Let’s see if you have more ideas. I definitely do xD

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