I’m Raja, a young medical doctor from Kolkata, now working in London. Girls find me handsome, caring, and sensitive, and my patients easily open up to me. I respect the doctor-patient bond, but I’m human too, and sometimes slip-ups happen. This story is a real incident from my life, spiced up with a bit of fantasy to flesh out my desires.
Back then, I was working in a government hospital in Kolkata, studying for my UK exams. I also covered for a GP at his clinic when he was busy, so his practice wouldn’t suffer. It gave me clinical experience outside the hospital and a break from the routine. It was early spring, the weather neither too hot nor cold, with a gentle breeze that seemed to stir something in people, drawing them to the opposite sex. I was flipping through a medical journal after seeing a few patients. It was late evening when I heard a car pull up outside the gate. She walked in like a soft evening breeze, her delicate perfume filling the room with a sensual vibe.
Her name was Sumi, and she was stunning. Early twenties, I’d guess. She wore an expensive navy-blue silk saree with a sleeveless blouse, her hair tied in a messy but sexy bun. Her skin was like wheat just before the autumn harvest, her figure ripe and perfect. She had light makeup, just gloss on her lips. Her beauty wasn’t just skin-deep; her raw sex appeal was impossible to ignore. Her smooth, fair arms, the deep navel peeking above her saree, her glossy lips, and big, twinkling eyes were a trap no man could resist. She was in a rush, clearly distressed. “Where’s the doctor?” she asked, her voice soft and melodious, matching her feminine charm.
I quickly composed myself and explained I was covering for the GP she expected. Sumi sized me up, hesitant about a young doctor, but my professional yet friendly tone won her trust. I asked what happened. She’d cut her ankle rushing out of a friend’s house, tripping on a gravel path. It was bleeding heavily and hurt like hell. She’d pressed cotton wool on it, but sweat beaded on her forehead, her eyes glistened, and she winced in pain. I made her comfortable on the couch, gave her cold water, and cranked up the AC. Her pulse was racing from pain and excitement. I washed my hands and prepped a tray to dress her wound.
The cut was just above her right ankle, not too deep but still bleeding. Her feet were perfectly pedicured, toes delicate. When I asked her to lift her saree to her knees, I saw her smooth, shaved legs—shapely and inviting. Her beauty, soft skin, and sweet voice had my heart racing. I tried to stay professional, but my cock was stirring. Her tears rolled down her rosy cheeks, making her look vulnerable and even sexier.
As I cleaned the wound, she winced, “Uhh…” grabbing my arm and shutting her eyes. I reassured her, gently squeezing out clotted blood. I pressed to stop the bleeding, and she clung to me like a scared kitten. I liked her trust in me. I applied Betadine and a micropore bandage. Sumi lay on the couch, eyes closed, breathing heavily, her breasts rising and falling rhythmically. That’s when I noticed her boobs—big, maybe 36C, perfectly proportioned. Her saree’s pallu had slipped during the dressing, exposing her right breast. My eyes popped out; she wasn’t wearing a bra. The silk blouse barely covered her, and the cold air made her nipple and areola stand out through the fabric. Her smooth midriff and deep navel, with tiny sweat beads, drove me wild. My cock was rock-hard, straining against my briefs.
The silence made Sumi open her eyes. She caught me staring at her boobs and quickly fixed her pallu, covering her arms. “Thank you, doctor. Any prescription?” she asked. I didn’t want her to leave, and there was a medical reason to keep her—tetanus vaccine. “Miss Ray, when was your last tetanus shot?” I asked casually. She looked scared, unable to recall, maybe just childhood vaccines. I explained that street wounds need a shot to be safe. Her eyes teared up; she was terrified of needles. I used my charm to convince her it’d be quick.
I sat her on the couch, played a soothing santoor track, and prepped the injection—a small dose of whitish liquid in a 2cc syringe. I grabbed an alcohol-soaked cotton swab. “It’ll be over in a second,” I said. “Can I see your left upper arm, Sumi? It’s the best spot.” It was the first time I used her name. She dropped the pallu from her left shoulder, revealing a smooth, fair, rounded arm—and there it was, a big, perfect vaccination scar. A “tika.”
It was one of those smallpox vaccination scars from before 1980, when the WHO declared the disease eradicated. Her tika was the size of a one-rupee coin, slightly pitted, darker than her fair skin, and perfectly round. I’ve always found these scars insanely sexy on women’s arms. Since puberty, I’ve had a fetish for them, staring at the bare arms of women with these marks. In medical college, I’d linger over these scars, injecting near them, getting hard just touching them. Sumi’s tika was the stuff of my fantasies. Her beauty, grace, and that scar had me dizzy with desire.
She noticed me staring. “It’s pretty big, right? It shows in sleeveless blouses or kurtas. Some friends hate their scars, but I like it, like a tattoo,” she said, making me feel at ease. I told her it made her even hotter, confessing my thing for vaccination scars. She enjoyed the chat and my fascination. “I’ve got just one scar. My elder sister, Rimi, has two on her left arm, and my mom has two on both,” she said. I was glad she didn’t find me weird. Gathering courage, I asked, “Can I touch your tika, Sumi, if you don’t mind?” She smiled, and I knew what that meant.
My fingers trembled with excitement as I touched her smooth arm, then the scar. The feeling was heavenly. I rubbed it gently, savoring the texture and the soft skin around it. My cock was throbbing, begging to burst out. “Ohh…” it felt like paradise. Sumi was trembling too, looking at me, seeing my pleasure, and moaning, “Aah…” I kept caressing her scar, my eyes feasting on her big boobs, erect nipples, deep navel, and curvy ass. My cock was leaking pre-cum, but I couldn’t stop. I wanted to fuck her hard right there. But my doctor’s oath kicked in, and I pulled my hands away.
Sumi was enjoying it too, eyes closed, lost in the moment. She sensed the erotic tension and blushed, embarrassed. I eased the mood, grabbing the injection tray. I swabbed her arm, lingering on the tika, letting the alcohol dry. “Are you injecting my tika, doctor?” she asked, reading my mind. My focus on her scar and the time I spent rubbing it gave me away. I noticed her glancing at my crotch, where my bulge was obvious. “Sumi, I need to inject your deltoid. Your tika’s right in the center, so the needle has to go there,” I said.
“You doctors love injecting around tika marks,” she said. “Last winter, my sister Rimi had asthma and needed two shots a day for five days. The GP you’re covering for gave them all in her left arm, where she has two big scars. He kept poking her tikas. Rimi finds them interesting too and didn’t mind. I think she likes injections.” I started fantasizing about meeting Rimi and her scars.
I took the syringe, squirted a bit of liquid, and aimed for her tika. She trembled at the sight of the needle. The needle gleamed as I pierced the center of her shiny scar. “Oohh…” she moaned. I paused, savoring the needle in her tika. She looked at it, then at me. I slowly pushed the toxoid in. “Oohh…” she moaned again. I took my time pulling out the syringe, pressing the spot with my fingers. A tiny drop of blood appeared, which I wiped and pressed. The injection was done. Sumi felt the erotic charge too—my presence, compliments, and touches had worked her up. But she had to leave. I prescribed antibiotics and painkillers and asked her to see me in a week.
She thanked me, paid, and left. I was still lost in fantasy, reliving those moments. I knew I’d see her soon. The next day, I couldn’t focus on work or studies, her lush body and tika scar haunting me. I was desperate to see her again. Since I wasn’t at the GP’s clinic the next week, I panicked, thinking she’d see the regular GP and I’d miss her. But luck was on my side. The GP called, saying Sumi had requested a home visit from me. I was thrilled but wondered why, since she was supposed to come after a week. Maybe she liked my touch and trust.
The next day, I finished hospital work early and got ready for the visit. I showered, shaved, put on good perfume and aftershave, and wore a black silk shirt with stone chinos. That evening, I drove to the Ray house and rang the bell. A gorgeous woman answered, her smile heart-stopping. She was Rimi, Sumi’s elder sister, maybe two or three years older, a bit fuller, with a killer smile. She wore a sleeveless white T-shirt and jeans. Her big, slightly sagging boobs strained against the fabric, no bra, nipples poking through. Her ass was round and bouncy. My eyes roamed her curves.
Rimi led me upstairs to Sumi’s room. I remembered Sumi mentioning Rimi’s two tika scars on her left arm—big, round, and striking against her fair skin, one just below the shoulder, another a few inches down. I was dying to touch them. Sumi was reclining on her bed, watching a fashion show on TV. She wore a sleeveless black cotton nightie, no bra, her smooth arms and that tika scar on display. Rimi brought me a Coke with a lemon slice. Sumi’s room was big, cluttered with books, CDs, magazines, and clothes. She apologized for the mess and said her wound was healing well. I checked it—clean and dry. I wondered why she needed a home visit if everything was fine.
Rimi read my mind. “Doctor, can you check Sumi’s injection site? She’s been complaining of pain there for two days.” I looked at her tika—still beautiful and bold. My pulse raced, my cock stirring. Rimi came to Sumi’s bedside and started touching her tika. “You injected here, right? On her tika,” she said, caressing Sumi’s arm. Then she moved to Sumi’s other arm and body, fondling her boobs, pinching her nipples, and slipping her hand inside the nightie to touch her navel. Sumi moaned, “Aah…” enjoying it.
“How do you like these, doctor?” Rimi extended her arm. I couldn’t resist touching her two tika scars, caressing them. I was losing control in front of these sexy sisters. I sensed they’d planned this. Sumi took over, touching Rimi’s boobs, arms, and tika scars, then kissing her full on the lips. Their lips locked for a minute. My cock was screaming for action, but the girls were faster. Sumi grabbed Rimi’s boob with one hand and my bulge with the other. Rimi joined in.
“Ohh my God…” I was bursting with excitement, moaning and panting. Rimi unzipped my fly, and Sumi yanked down my briefs, freeing my 8-inch rock-hard cock, standing at a 90-degree angle. They pounced on it, sucking and slurping, the room filled with wet sounds and my loud “Aah…” moans. I couldn’t hold back. Two gorgeous girls sucking my cock, their tika scars driving me wild, their boobs bouncing with every move—it was my fantasy come true. I exploded, my thick cum spilling out, dripping from their lips. They kept sucking, wanting my cock to rise again, to fuck them hard.
All inhibitions were gone. I took charge, pulling off Sumi’s nightie. Rimi stripped off her T-shirt, and Sumi unbuttoned Rimi’s jeans. I focused on their big boobs, cupping Sumi’s in one hand while sucking Rimi’s plumper ones. Their nipples were hard, and I teased them with my tongue and teeth, squeezing and biting. I had to be wild to satisfy these two. I alternated between their boobs, caressing their bodies. I stroked Rimi’s tikas, and Sumi found my own tika on my left arm. Her touch sent sparks through me. She licked my tika, then sucked and bit my nipples.
Rimi parted Sumi’s thighs. I kissed Sumi hard, squeezing her boobs and rubbing her tika. Her fair skin turned red, her breasts bruised. I saw the tiny needle mark on her tika and sucked it, driving me crazier. I fingered her deep navel wildly. Rimi was rubbing Sumi’s pussy, finger-fucking her. Sumi was in heaven, moaning, “Fuck me hard… oohhh…” Rimi sucked her clit, fingering her asshole. I sucked her boobs. Sumi couldn’t take it and came hard, her pussy juices flowing, leaving her exhausted.
I was too worked up. I pushed Rimi aside and rammed my hard cock into Sumi’s pussy. She screamed, “Aahh…” as I filled her completely, pumping hard. The erotic scene was too much. I came inside her, Rimi teasing her boobs and sucking my nipples. We fucked for over fifteen minutes before pausing.
Next, I turned to Rimi, kissing her softly, squeezing her breasts gently, then harder, feasting on her two tika scars. It got me hard again. Sumi sucked my cock, bringing it back to life. My fantasy of fucking two sexy girls was unfolding. My cock ached to plunge into their pussies. Sumi stroked my dick while sucking Rimi’s pussy. Rimi came from the intense rubbing. I shoved my cock into Rimi’s pussy, pumping hard, squeezing her boobs. Sumi kissed me, caressing Rimi’s and my tika scars, sending us to ecstasy. My balls churned, and I came like a volcano inside Rimi’s deep pussy. We lay there for hours, exhausted, caressing each other and talking dirty before I left, promising to meet again.
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