Playing House

“I’m not doing it,” House hobbled into Cuddy’s office at as fast a pace as he could manage.
Cuddy shuffled papers on her desk and ignored him.
House slammed her desk with his cane. Cuddy lifted her eyes to meet him.
“Apologize,” she said simply. “House, you can’t walk out on clinic patients.”
“She tried to rape me!” House threw his arms out in anger.
“She did not,” Cuddy glared at him. “She left her alzheimer’s medication out by accident.”
“Pramiprexole!” House said. “And you should have seen the size of the dose, there’s no way she did that by accident!”
“She has ALZHEIMERS,” Cuddy said. “Besides, there’s no way it would have affected you!”
Cuddy opened a lower desk drawer and flipped through files.
“Okay,” House dropped a handful of Pramiprexole into her coffee. He turned to walk out of her office. “As long as you say it wouldn’t have affected me.”

House gave a “heartfelt” apology to the patient who’d tried to drug him and kicked her out the door.

Around seven P.M., Cuddy was feeling very uncomfortable. She’d been feeling incredibly horny all day, and had just about had to strap herself to her chair to keep from pouncing on Dr. Chase during their meeting.
Cuddy surreptitiously dropped one hand into her lap, inching her skirt up under her desk. She pulled her thong panty to the side and started running her fingers up and down her wet slit. The feeling was electric, and Cuddy leaned forward on her desk in surprise. Her free hand jerked, knocking a cupful of pens off the desk and all over the floor.
Fuck it, Cuddy thought, get them later. She was too excited.
Fingers pumping, Cuddy braced herself against her desk and lifted her butt off the chair to get better access to her pussy.
“Cuddy!” House burst into the office. Cuddy shot back down into her seat, yanking her skirt back down as fast as she could. “When are you...”
House stopped, staring at the pens strewn all over the floor. He looked at Cuddy, noticing her slightly labored breathing, flushed skin and dilated pupils. Cuddy nervously licked her lips, folding her hands on the desk.
As he took all the symptoms in, House started smiling in that intentionally irritating way that Cuddy hated dealing with. It meant he knew something other people didn’t.
House paused, cocking his head to one side, opening his mouth to speak, then closing it and cocking his head to the other side. He was savoring the moment.
Cuddy looked nervous. Why couldn’t he just get on with it?!
Leaning in, House gave a feigned sympathetic look. “Are your fingers sticky?” he asked.
“FINE, you caught me,” Cuddy growled. “Now just shut up about it!”
House picked up the cup Cuddy had knocked over, then set it on the desk. He gathered up the spilled pens in a big fistful, hovering them over the cup before sticking them in, pulling them out, sticking them in, and pulling them out. “Does it do anything for you?”
“No!”
It did. Cuddy licked her lips again, feeling embarrassed.
House decided he’d had enough fun. Grinning, he started working out in his head how to tell Cuddy that the medical aphrodisiac which she’d claimed wouldn’t affect him was the very thing playing with her emotions. He opened his mouth to let her in on it.
“Stop!” Cuddy hissed. “How about I take you to an exam room and fuck your brains out? Would that be enough?”
House’s mouth hung open with shock for a moment. He considered this.
“What if I’m still being affected by that pramiprexole?” House asked slowly. “Wouldn’t you feel like you were taking advantage of a poor drugged innocent?”
“Hell no,” Cuddy rolled her eyes. “That stuff wouldn’t have changed your behavior.” She stood up from her desk and walked out of her office. House didn’t move.
Cuddy turned around. “Come on!”
Well, House thought, if she says it doesn’t affect behavior, who am I to judge? Just a lowly diagnostician.
He turned and followed after Cuddy.

House braced the inside of the exam room door with his cane after flipping the “private exam” light on. Cuddy was already out of her clothes, now wearing only her bra, garters, and stockings. She was holding her thong in her hand as House turned around.
“Here,” Cuddy threw her panties on House’s face, kneeling in front of him and unzipping his pants with her teeth.
House’s heart was racing as Cuddy started blowing him. She was horny as a drunk sorrority girl and her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue probing the head of his cock as her hands ripped his shirt open. He threw it aside, joining Cuddy’s clothes on the floor.
Big blue eyes looked up at House as wet lips bobbed up and down. House groaned and ran his fingers through Cuddy’s curly hair.
“I need it NOW,” Cuddy moaned as she pulled off of House, his dick all shiny with her spit. She walked over to the exam bed and put her hands on it, spreading her legs and showing her ass.
House was slipping on a condom. “Good thing my hookers insist on these,” he said.
“Shut up and fuck this,” Cuddy’s voice was throaty, and she spread her pussy lips open with her fingers.
Bracing himself on his good leg, House slid into Cuddy and started moving. Cuddy was so high that she climaxed right away, screaming and lowering her shoulders to the exam bed. House sped up, and he could see Cuddy’s ecstatic smile.
As the hard cock moved inside her, Cuddy’s fingers rubbed her clit. She felt House’s rough hands pull her bra up and squeeze her full, sensitive breasts. Cuddy came again, hardly able to believe it.
Cuddy was squealing now, fucking away at her partner with her hot cunt and herself with her fingers. Mind on fire, she put her free hand on her ass, experimentally fingering her asshole.
House shuddered, and Cuddy knew he’d just came. Before he could go soft, Cuddy rammed against him and got herself off for a third, explosive climax. She tore some of the material away from the exam bed’s cushion with her teeth.
Collapsing slowly to the ground, House was gasping. “Wow,” was all he said. He thought he was done.
Cuddy turned and pushed him all the way down, sitting her ass on his face. “Eat it,” she gasped. “Fuck me with your tongue!”
House went at her with his mouth and hands while Cuddy pinched her nipples hard. She came on his tongue two more times before finally feeling satisfied. Rubbing her puss once more all over House’s face before pulling away.
“I didn’t think you’d be so good,” Cuddy was smiling, sexually satiated.
“I can almost guarantee that the next time wouldn’t be as good,” House said, thinking about how easy it was to make a woman cum when she was on an aphrodisiac.
“Oh, bullshit,” Cuddy said, throwing her clothes back on. She didn’t put her thong on, but tucked it into House’s shirt pocket.