But Dr. Roman read my mind.
“Don’t worry,” he said smoothly. “Lean back in your chair and put your feet up. This is standard practice.”
Taking a deep breath, I obeyed. My chair had a high back with wings, so I grabbed both arms and slowly levered myself backwards until I was leaning at a forty-five degree angle. Then slowly, I brought my legs up until my Mary Janes were perched on the lip of the desk.
“Perfect,” rumbled Dr. Roman with a satisfied look on his face. “Now sweetheart, the first thing we usually check are breasts because there are certain signs that indicate fertility. But since we’re doing it quick and dirty tonight, I’m going to go straight for an internal exam. Is that okay?”
I flushed.
“What do you mean?” was my stammer. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”
He smiled soothingly.
“What I mean is that you need to pull your skirt up like so,” he said, reaching for the hem of my outfit, “and then I’ll need to slide your panties down and just take a peek inside.”
“Really?” was my gasp.
He cocked his head.
“Haven’t you been to the gynecologist before?” he asked with a frown. “Don’t you get a pap smear every year where they swab your cervix?”
I started to nod but then shook my head slowly.
“I’ve been a little behind on my doctor’s appointments, so I haven’t been in a while,” was my embarrassed confession. “The last time I went was probably at the University Health Center, back when I was an undergrad.”
Dr. Roman nodded soothingly.
“It’s okay,” he said. “I’m just going to take a look. Nothing’s going to hurt, and see?” he said, holding up the tube in his hand. “I’ve got the medical grade lube that will help you relax.”
I wasn’t sure what was in the tube, but the sight of his compelling gaze made me go weak inside.
“Okay,” I whispered. “Let’s give it a try then. I’m ready.”
And with slow fingers, the doctor reached for the edge of my loose skirt.
“Good,” he said with a satisfied smile, eyes still blazing. “Relax sweetheart. Like I said, it’s not going to hurt.”
And slowly, the material crept upwards. Oh god, I almost died. My thighs are thick and meaty, and as he exposed them, another flush ran down my chest, centering in my pussy. My eyes darted up to his, chest tight.
“Is everything okay, Doctor?” I asked. “Does everything look okay?”
He nodded, eyes fixed on the creamy flesh that was slowly being revealed.
“Everything’s perfect,” he rumbled. “Not a thing out of place so far.”
And finally, the skirt was bunched around my waist, just a tiny pair of pink panties shielding my sweetness. Oh my god, this was so embarrassing because Dr. Roman’s nostrils twitched. My cunt was already beginning to run, and he could smell the female musk in the air.
But the big man didn’t let on. Instead, he unscrewed the cap of the lube and gently squeezed a dollop into one big palm.
“Sweetheart,” he said, eyes roaming to my face and taking in the flushed cheeks and heavy breathing. “Pull your panties to the side for me, will you? I can’t do anything with that fabric in the way.”
By now, my lungs seriously lacked oxygen, but I made myself obey. Small fingers crept down to my crotch and edged the cotton from my pussy, revealing puffy lips and a clit so big that it poked out from between my folds. My entire slit was wet, betraying my arousal.
“Oh god!” I cried out, so embarrassed. This wasn’t supposed to happen!
But Dr. Roman moved so fast that there was no time to think. Instantly, one big finger touched my clit, rubbing it ever so lightly.
“Relax,” he murmured, eyes fixed on my pulsing slit. “You look fine on the outside, but let me check the inside okay?”
I moaned, tilting my head back. Oh god, was this really happening? Was I really sitting in my doctor’s office, legs spread with my panties askew, letting him touch my sensitive nub? But this wasn’t a figment of my imagination, and as my eyes drifted shut, the circles on my clit increased in pressure.
“That’s right,” he growled deep in his chest. “Relax sweetheart. This is warming lube so it’s not going to be cold.”
And suddenly, I felt it. He spread a bit of the jelly onto my folds, massaging it into my sweetest spot.
“Oh!” was my excited gasp. “Oh god!”
Dr. Roman’s eyes didn’t even flicker.
“Relax, sweetheart,” came that soothing murmur. “Enjoy it.”
My mind was whirling into heaven at this point with sparkles dancing before my eyes. Was this what it felt like to be on Cloud Nine? My pussy had never felt this good before, the ache in my pelvis so arousing. My clit throbbed as Chase rubbed it more before giving it a stiff pinch.
“Unh!” was my breathless yelp. “Oooh!”
“Oh is right, honey,” he said soothingly. “But I haven’t gotten a look inside yet. Can you help me?” he asked. “Can you pull your folds apart and show me what you have inside? I’ll be able to diagnose you that much easier.”
My cheeks flushed even as I moaned involuntarily again. It just felt so good to be here with the doctor like this, his blue gaze eating up every inch of my steaming flesh.
“What do you mean?” I panted. “What do you want me to do?”
His eyes gleamed again.
“Reach two of your fingers down, and place them on each side of your pussy,” he coaxed. “That’s it. Now pull yourself apart and show me your insides.”
I did as he asked, leaning back and spreading my legs further during the examination. Sure enough, my flower blossomed as I spread my cunt lips for him, showing him the pulsing red channel inside.
“Like this?” was my breathless murmur. “Is this what you wanted to see?”
But suddenly, my breath caught because Dr. Roman’s jacket had fallen away, and I saw what was underneath. His blue scrubs were loose but they couldn’t disguise the monster within. Because the man’s cock was so huge and stiff that it wrapped around his waist, the coil hard, hot and heavy. My mouth watered, dying to taste.
But suddenly, reality crashed down on me. What in the world was I doing? I was spreadeagle on a chair with a man I’d only met an hour ago! I was letting him touch me intimately, pulling apart my folds for his gaze like an experienced whore.
“Oh my god!” I squealed, sitting up abruptly, my feet landing on the ground. “Oh shit! I have to go! I can’t do this!”
And with that, I grabbed my bag and dashed from his office, brown curls wild and tousled, still breathing heavily from the unexpected exam. I dashed through the waiting area, surprised faces snapping up as I scurried out, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes.
“Connie!” called Ashley behind me. “Is everything okay? Are you infertile? Oh my god, that’s it, isn’t it? Wait for me!”
But I ran to the elevator and pushed the down button before my friend could jump into the metal cell with me. Because I didn’t want to talk. It wasn’t that I was infertile or anything related to a medical condition. It was that my ovaries were churning, pussy desperately wet for the man who’d touched me so intimately … and all I wanted was more.
CHAPTER FOUR
Chase
Fuck. I screwed up. Connie had been so sweet and innocent, and I went too fast.
I should have known because everything about the girl pointed to her inexperience. The fact that she’d said she’d “been” with two guys, but they’d been unable to get it up. The way she was so embarrassed, those cheeks flushing pink even as her delighted moans rang in my ears.
And finally, that hungry pussy, juicing and gleaming beneath the lights of my office. She’d spread the folds like an obedient girl, and I’d gotten a glimpse within.
The breath stilled in my throat then.
Because this was no experienced co-ed who’s slept with a bunch of frat boys. This was no forty-year-old divorcee
out bedding guys right and left now that there’s no longer a ring on her finger.
Connie was a virgin. Oh yeah, I saw her delicate hymen deep within that gleaming puss, and shit but my cock punched out then, desperate to rip right through her innocence.
But that’s what got me in trouble. Because I have a massive shaft, one so big that it literally can’t fit within some women. They scream and squeal, but it’s impossible, and we have to give up. So I wasn’t surprised when Connie sat up abruptly, slamming her legs together.
“I have to go,” was her breathless gasp before dashing out of my office.
And shit, there I was, alone once again with a massive stiffie and a couple more consultations before the night was over. All I wanted to do was to chase down the virginal brunette and stroke her folds once again. Maybe take a rigid nipple in my mouth as I rubbed her clit in circles, making her moan.
But instead, I had a line-up of women to get through before the night was done. Frustrated, I sat down behind my desk. Fuck fuck fuck. What to do with this massive boner? All I could see in my mind’s eye was the image of Connie, spread out like a feast for my pleasure.
At that moment, a knock came on the door.
“Dr. Roman,” called Kathy through the wood. “Are you ready for your next patient?”
No, I wasn’t. But in the interest of keeping things professional, I let out a smooth growl.
“Yes, send her in please.”
The door opened and it was a sixty year old woman with gray hair and a hunchback. I’m not sure why I get patients like this sometimes. It should be obvious that no amount of modern medicine will help them in their quest to have a baby, but who am I to destroy their dreams? At the very least, I owed the woman professional courtesy.
So I smiled smoothly without getting up from my chair.
“Welcome, Ms. Raynor?” I asked, looking down at the paper on my desk. “How can I help you today?”
The elderly woman launched into a litany of complaints pertaining to her age, her health, and her inability to attract the right guy in Manhattan. If you ask me, she needed a therapist, and not a fertility doctor. But I grit my teeth while keeping my expression smooth, nodding and mm-hmming at all the right times.
“Yes, I see,” was my drawl. “Good point.”
It was enough to get through the fifteen minute session with a minimal amount of pain, even while images of Connie continued to dance in my head. With relief, the knock came again, and Ms. Raynor exited to admit a Ms. Smith. Shit. This felt endless but I had a job to do and forced myself to smile at the new woman before me.
By the end of the night, I was so beat that I left through the back door without saying good night to my assistant. But Kathy would be fine. She knows how to take care of herself and is more than busy with five kids at home. So it was no big deal that I slipped out unnoticed.
But once I was home, a nervous edge took over. I paced my kitchen with frustrated steps. What the hell had happened? Why had I done that to Connie?
Because I’ve never been inappropriate with a patient in my decades of experience. There have been plenty of opportunities, trust me. Females see my chiseled body and handsome mien and they melt, even in the most unlikely of places. The lab. The operating room. Heck, even the operating table, when they’re about to be put under.
So why did I lose it with one special brunette? But the reason was clear. It’s because I’ve wanted to be a dad for a long time, and there was something about this woman that called out to me. Connie made me see past the long hours to the possibilities of what could happen, and it woke something slumbering deep inside.
Because I grew up as an only child, and it was really lonely. I had no one to play with, amusing myself with make-up games with fictional friends. Sure, it was good because there was no one to fight with and no one I’d be forced to share toys with. But at the same time, as an only child, I had to withstand the concentrated scrutiny of my parents and bear all their hopes and expectations. So I applied myself, and fortunately was successful. I made it through college and medical school with flying colors, and am now a sought-after expert in the field of reproductive medicine.
But it doesn’t quell my desire for a big family. One with a loving mother and a passel of kids running below foot. I admit it. I want not one rugrat, not two rugrats, but a dozen. I want a home that’s filled with the pitter-patter of small feet and the chiming laughter of multiple children.
Until then, it’d seemed impossible because I’ve been insanely busy for the last two decades. Practicing medicine doesn’t give you much time for anything else, so for a while, I wasn’t even able to get out there and date. Instead, I took all my meals at the hospital and sometimes slept on a cot in the corridor to boot.
And when I finally established my practice and had a little more time for leisure activities, the woman in Manhattan were a shock. Because these aren’t ladies that value motherhood and keeping a home for a man. Instead, they’re woman who are obsessed with being seen. They want to be wined and dined at the most expensive places and go to the most exclusive clubs. They want to stay out late and party like wild animals, instead of staying home and making babies.
So yeah, my dating life hasn’t exactly been successful. Anyone on the outside would beg to differ because I go out two or three times a week, always with a different woman on my arm. They’re skinny, intelligent, and vivacious. But are they mom-material? Hell no. A woman needs curves on her body to provide for a growing baby in her body, and these women clearly weren’t it.
So last night was a breath of fresh air. A woman round and shy, with dimples on her thighs and giant breasts that no bra could contain. A girl who was worried about her fertility at an early age because motherhood meant so much to her. And judging from Connie’s simple clothes and pleasant demeanor, she’d make a perfect mother.
Holy shit. Was I really thinking that? I only met the brunette last night, so things were racing along at light speed for sure. Yet somehow, there was a sense of rightness about our encounter. The way she gazed at me with open, trusting eyes. The way her breasts heaved deliciously, and how her legs spread so naturally before my masculinity.
Somehow, I’m going to see Connie again. I know she felt the attraction too. But as for tonight, I’m just too beat and I crashed onto my big mattress ready to pass out … with images of the curvy brunette dancing in my mind’s eye.
CHAPTER FIVE
Connie
Oh my god, was I really here again? Because Sunset Medical loomed before me, its white shades drawn against the midday sun. I was supposed to be at my job but instead, during lunch break I’d wandered over absentmindedly.
What are you doing? The voice in my head screamed. You got it on last night with a guy you don’t know!
That was true, and I stopped on the sidewalk, hesitant to go in. Because what was I doing exactly? What was I going to say?
But taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door. After last night, I couldn’t not say something. Chase Roman was too masculine and magnetic for me to walk away from, and I desperately needed to see that big form again.
So squaring my shoulders, I strode to reception where a bored young woman sat. Thank god it wasn’t Kathy from last night who’d witnessed my hurried departure. That had been the icing on the cake.
“Hello,” I said in what I hoped was a calm, pleasant voice. “I’m here to see Dr. Roman.”
She barely glanced up from her monitor. I could see her finger tapping away at the mouse furiously. For sure, this woman was playing some computer game and not doing her work.
“Do you have an appointment?” she grunted.
I swallowed.
“Um no. But I was hoping that Dr. Roman could squeeze me in between patients?”
The woman didn’t even bother to look up this time.
“Sorry,” she said flatly. “We don’t do emergency appointments. You’ll have to schedule something but he’s booked for three weeks.”
Tears sp
rang to my eyes because I hadn’t realized until then how much I wanted to see Chase. I wasn’t sure what we were going to talk about, but that massive, muscular form was an addiction after just one session. So what could I do? This woman was giving me the palm, and I had no choice but to leave. Shoulders slumped, I turned to make my departure when suddenly the front door opened, and there stood the man himself.
“Dr. Roman!” I gasped, eyes wide. “You’re here.”
He looked stunned for a moment, but then a calm, professional demeanor took over.
“It’s nice to see you again, Connie. You caught me coming back from my lunch break. Is there something I can help you with?”
The receptionist barged in then.
“She doesn’t have an appointment,” the girl stated importantly. “I said I’d put her on the calendar for three weeks out.”
Chase’s expression remained smooth.
“Three weeks is too late for a new patient to wait. Why don’t you come into my office and we can have a quick chitchat?”
I nodded, refusing to meet the receptionist’s eye as we glided down the hall to his office. And once the door was shut, I took a deep breath.
“Hi Dr. Roman,” I murmured.
One black brow rose.
“Hello Connie,” came that low growl. “How are you?”
I flushed.
“Well, um, I’m okay,” was my stammer. “I dropped by because …”
Oh god, what could I say? That I wanted to see him again? That I wanted to feel those big fingers stroking my pussy once more, making me cream and moan with ecstasy? That would never do. So instead, a tumble of words rushed from my mouth.
“I wanted to talk with you about fertility treatments,” came my too-loud voice. “That’s your expertise, right? I have concerns about my ability to bear children, and I wanted to explore my options at Sunset Medical.”
By now, Chase was behind his big mahogany desk looking at me with amusement in his eyes. The corner of his lips quirked into a smile, but otherwise, he was completely calm.
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