Chapter 2
“Come in!” I said without sitting up. I heard the door open, and the click of his shoes as he walked in. He shut the door behind him and I heard the telltale shift of papers as he set my chart back down.
“Alright, then,” he said as he exhaled. He stepped into my view and hovered over me, a kind smile playing on his lips. “Ready to begin?”
“Yeah,” I nodded.
“Great,” he said, his smile widening. “Let's go ahead and get your feet into the stirrups, and I'll start the exam,” his touch was gentle as he guided my feet into their proper place. Doctor Jones stepped back to the counter for a moment and pumped some hand sanitizer onto his hands from the medical dispenser, covering them fully. He rubbed them together before pulling on some rubber gloves and making his way back to my bedside.
When he approached me, he placed one hand on my neck and another on my arm. I braced myself for his cold, clinical touch, but to my gentle surprise, his hands were quite warm. His movements were steady as he felt my pulse.
“Pulse is normal,” he said to himself with a nod. “Excellent! Always good to start out positive,” He looked down at me, giving me a reassuring smile. Our eyes met, and I smiled back. His presence was comforting, and this exam was already a thousand times better than the ones I've had in the past. His hand moved to my collarbone. He lightly grazed my collarbone with the back of his finger, hovering there for a moment. I felt an odd sensation rise up within me. It felt good to be touched by him. I had worried that he might try to rush things so he could get to his next patient like my last doctor used to, but he was taking his time, gently caressing me as he moved down my body. “Now, I'm going to start with your breast exam, and I'll begin to feel around for any unusual bumps or anything like that, alright?” He asked, already tugging at the flimsy fabric that stood between him and my naked body. I gasped as the cold air hit my breasts, my nipples hardening.
Slowly, he began to feel my breasts, one at a time, steadily pressing around the areola of each one before he took hold of both of my breasts in both hands. I inhaled sharply, holding my breath. I could feel my face turning red. My breasts were so sensitive that I felt the heat that had been slowly dying down flare up again with an intensity that made my head spin. My last doctor had always been so rough, and I expected similar pain and aches from Doctor Jones' ministrations as he applied pressure around the outside, but much to my surprise, I found my body relaxing under his gentle grip. He squeezed them lightly, the fullness of my breasts oozing out from between his fingers. I exhaled breathlessly as he continued like that for several minutes, occasionally letting out a thoughtful hum as he went.
"They're firm, and I didn't feel any signs of solidity or any irregular lumps. Everything checks out so far,” he stated. I was glad to have gotten past that first obstacle. But why were his hands still stationed on my breasts? He held on to them, and I thought I could hear a small, shuddering sigh escape his lips. He seemed to be delighting in the moment, savoring it for what it was. I blushed at the idea of being that desirable to someone; this was certainly a pleasant change of pace from being made to feel awful about my body from my last doctor, that was for sure. “Onwards with the exam, eh?” He said after a moment as he finally let my breasts go, letting them bounce lightly from the stimulation. I breathed a sigh of relief. I had given myself a breasts exam before plenty of times, but it was always good to get confirmation from a medical professional, after all.
Doctor Jones continued his exam, pressing against my ribs lightly before his fingers grazed along my stomach.
I looked up at Doctor Jones. His bright eyes were nearly black with desire, and they sparkled dangerously as his eyes roved over my body. His lips were pressed together, his strong jaw slightly clenched. He seemed deep in thought. And then, as quickly as I noticed it, it was gone, and he resumed a warm facade, smiling down at me. The shift was so sudden and so drastic that I wondered if I hadn't imagined it, and my arousal was just starting to get to me. Given how turned on I was, that was entirely a possibility.
"I know this doesn't directly have to do with your exam, but I'd like to perform a pap smear. You're already here, we might as well take care of both things so you don't have to schedule two appointments.” I nodded in agreement.
“That makes sense – I appreciate that,” it had, after all, been a while since my last pap, and I thought it was a good idea to get tested for any diseases while I was here. And, hey, I was already in position for my exam anyhow, might as well while he's, 'under the hood,' and all, right?
He stepped out of my line of sight for a moment, reappearing between my legs. He once again had that look of hardness on his face, like he was hiding something. My heart was starting to quicken; I was feeling something that I hadn't felt in a long time. Desire. Immediately my cheeks blushed at the realization.
“I'm going to start with the normal exam first. Are you ready?” I wasn't, I really wasn't, but I knew that was because I was already aroused; any further touching, and this might get embarrassing for me. But he was a doctor, it was his job. But as his gentle, gloved fingers touched me tentatively on my outer labia, I felt sparks run through my body. All I wanted in that moment was for him to give me more, to touch me more, to put his fingers deeper into me. “Let me know if anything hurts, and I'll make a note of it.” I had only been vaguely aware that he was talking to me, and I nodded my head when he began to stare at me as though he wasn't sure I had heard him. If he wasn't sure of my clear attraction before this, he was after that performance. Way to go, Jenna.
He pushed his glasses up the ridge of his nose, as they had slid while he was examining my womanhood He took a step back, leaning in to get a better inspection. I could feel myself getting even wetter than I had been before; I had to stop. It was just a physical, and nothing more, I had to keep repeating to myself. I wasn't sure how many times it would take to say that to myself before I believed it, but I wasn't sure I was going to get the time to work that one out; the doctor proceeded with the physical with such gentleness and elegance that I couldn't help admiring everything about him.
I felt my insides clench as he pushed the small metal tube inside me. In spite of my walls closing around it, I was so thoroughly lubed from my arousal that it still went in with almost no resistance. Even Doctor Jones was surprised by how easily it went in.
"I'm used to there being more resistance than that,” he said quietly with a surprised laugh. I turned my face and did my best to hide it in the bed, positively mortified. How on earth had I allowed myself to get so aroused? Even through my embarrassment, the feeling of being stretched on the inside was pleasant, and I knew that if I wasn't in the stirrups, I would be fighting even harder than I already was against the urge to rock my hips against the metal tube inside me. In spite of my mortification, I was already ready to burst, wanting to orgasm but not wanting it to happen during the exam – the embarrassment that would follow would be enough to kill me, I was absolutely certain.
After a few moments, punctuated only by the clicking of the inside of the tube jacking me wider and narrower as he inspected me, he pulled the tube out. "I'll bring this over to the boys in the lab for testing now,” he stated as he straightened himself to his full height. "I'll be back with the results in just a minute, so sit tight, okay?"
Chapter 3
“Sure thing,” I said while doing my best not to feel incredibly awkward from talking to him through the gap in my holstered legs. The bizarreness of it all just left me at a complete loss. I sighed as I heard the door close behind him, signifying that Doctor Jones had left the room. I closed my eyes, hoping that whatever quim that was gathering in my pussy hadn't spilled out onto the seat. The last thing I needed was to feel even more embarrassed than I already did about the situation. I shuddered, the cold of the room really starting to get to me. I contemplated grabbing my shirt and draping it over me, just to try and stave off the chill a little, but it was too far away, and I wasn't entirely sure I c
ould back into the stirrups without help. That seemed like too much of an inconvenience, so I just laid there and toughed it out.
The doctor came back rather quickly with the results, thankfully. That meant I would be done with the exam sooner, and I could get back into my warm clothes. He set my file down, and I noticed that it looked like it had a few new papers added to it, judging by how much thicker it had gotten since he had left.
"Well, everything checks out great,” he said with a shrug, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. "There are no signs of disease or any sexually transmitted diseases." I nodded, as that was no real surprise to me; I may not have been a blushing virgin by any stretch of the imagination, but I had always taken every precaution whenever I had a partner of any description, and was always up to date on my examinations. He walked back up to me, looking me in the eyes as he returned to his position between my legs. He leaned down, resuming his inspection. “I'm just going to go ahead with the normal exam now, if that's alright? I've only gotten the pap smear part done,” that made sense, as he wasn't down there for very long before he darted off to get the results.
“Sure thing,” I said with a shrug, hoping that I wasn't nearly as wet still as I had been. “Go for it.” Doctor Jones quirked an eyebrow up at me, no doubt surprised at my flippant response before he pulled off the gloves he had on before, reapplied more hand sanitizer, and pulled on some fresh gloves.
“I apologize,” he said gently as he began his gentle prodding of my womanly folds. “I think my hands got colder while I was away.”
“The whole room is cold,” I said with a shaky laugh as all of the arousal that I thought I had gotten back under control flared up, as the flames licked my insides once more. “I've gotten used to it,” that was a bold faced lie, and I knew it; the heat from my core was enough to chase away the chill, so part of me was grateful that he began to touch me. He stroked my insides, and I already felt an orgasm begin to build up inside of me again. I squirmed, needing release but not wanting to come all over my doctor's hands. The fact that I found myself in the same dilemma as I had been in moments ago caused no small amount of frustration to build inside me.
“Well now,” he said with a frown. “This is concerning,” I tried my best to sit up from my position, worry gnawing at my gut
“What is it?” I asked, fearful of the answer.
Suddenly, he thrusted two of the fingers that had been inspecting me as deeply inside of me as he could. I cried out, my hips arching against his touch. His fingers began to work me in a completely different way, in the way that I had been absolutely craving since this exam had started.
“You're incredibly aroused,” he said softly. “And I hadn't done anything about it yet. Positively criminal on my part,” his thumb was brought into the equation, circling my clit and dragging out another moan from me. “I should do something to rectify that immediately.”
“Oh,” my eyes rolled back into my skull. “Oh, yes, yes, please, Doctor,” I panted, and he seemed to relish what reactions he could get out of me. He removed his thumb, and I whimpered, trying to move my hips to follow wherever his thumb had gone. Then, he pulled his fingers out of me entirely, and I felt absolutely hollow without them. All I wanted in that moment was for him to put those fingers right back where they were.
“You're the very vision of beauty, Jenna,” he draped himself over me, and I rose up to meet him in a kiss. His arm wrapped around me for a moment, the other bracing him behind us before he guided me back down. His mouth went to work assaulting my breasts, nipping and sucking at the flesh he found there like he was marking me as his. My knees wobbled at the sensation, and I found myself incredibly grateful that I was lying down for this, or else I might have been a puddle on the floor by now. “But I need this,” he tugged at one of the loose straps of the exam dress with his teeth. “Off of you. Now,” he hooked his fingers into the flimsy cloth and practically tore it off of me, which earned him a gasp of surprise from me. When had he undone the laces behind me? It must have been when I sat up. I arched my back again, my body shocked at the cold of the room that contrasted so intensely with how heated my insides were. The warring temperatures toyed with my arousal almost as much as the good doctor had been, and I didn't know how much more I could take before my insides burst.
I fumbled blindly to try and reach his pants, but from my place in the stirrups, it was hard to reach much of anything. Must have been how he planned it; I wasn't going to be touching anything that he didn't want me to, and something in me appreciated that kind of need for control over the situation. But he sensed what I needed from him, evidently, and worked his pants open after he tugged his belt open. His thick cock sprang out, making its grand entrance, and I licked my lips at the sight of it. Long and thick and positively pulsing with arousal, it was so engorged that the head of it was nearly purple from the amount of blood that had rushed to it. His hips jerked, and I felt his swollen manhood press deliciously against the cleft of my thigh, long, thick and eager. I felt the warmth in my gut begin to boil at the thought of how it would feel buried in my core.
“Has anyone ever had you like this?” He asked huskily as he stared down at my exposed body. “Have they ever had you completely at their mercy, with you begging to be fucked?” He nipped at my hip bone, and I jumped a little with a yelp of surprise. “Is that what you want? My cock seated so deep inside of you that it's all you can feel?” I nodded until I realized that wasn't going to be enough for him – he needed to hear me say it out loud.
“Y-yes,” I shivered pleasantly at his calloused fingertips exploring the expanse of my exposed backside, cupping and kneading the supple flesh they found there. “Oh, yes, please!” I moaned as he brought his mouth lower, low enough that I knew what he wanted to do to me. The puff of breath against my folds instinctively made my insides clench tightly, but it seemed like Doctor Jones had the cure for that too. The good doctor coaxed me into relaxing my insides, his tongue artfully parting the lips of my pussy and sensually stroking against my clit until all I could see were stars. He still hadn't let me come yet, and likely wouldn't until I had all but begged; that kind doctor that I had been introduced to was gone, replaced by a man who needed release, and needed me to work for mine.
“Doctor,” I moaned when he flicked his tongue against my clit particularly hard, a hand coming up to slip back inside my thoroughly lubricated folds. His thumb brushed over my pebbled clitoris, and I gasped at the sensation of my insides pulling themselves taut from his movements.
I had to bite my lip to keep from keening too loudly when the hand that had traveled south finally found its rhythm inside me. Fingers that had clearly done this before began to steadily work their way inside me, letting my body take them in at their own pace until his thumb could comfortably brush against my womanly pearl without having to hold it at an awkward angle. I mewled into the paper laid out on the exam bed when he began to work my insides more insistently, the heat coiling taught in my belly, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I climaxed. I could feel my cum leaking out of me, slicking his fingers and making it easier to bring my pleasure to pique. He lapped it up greedily with his tongue like a man dying of thirst that had found an oasis to drink from. It wasn't much longer before the coil finally snapped, and he circled his thumb around the bud of my flower in time with the crests of each wave of my orgasm, letting me ride it out gently.
Pulling his fingers out of me first, he pulled his mouth from my womanly folds and pulled himself up, nuzzling into my neck, waiting for me to say that I was ready. He occupied himself with biting my neck where he had before, and I wanted to wail from the stimulation. With a nod from me against his head after a few moments, he glanced down to his throbbing erection, positioning it like a sailor staring down periscope at an incoming vessel, and with one fluid movement, thrusted himself into me as deeply as he could. His teeth sunk into my shoulder again to stifle a groan, and I gasped at the nearly forgotten sensation of feeling so incredibly full. I wiggle
d as much as I could while lying where I was to accommodate the rest of his length, allowing him to bury himself to the hilt.
“Wait,” he said shakily when I tried to move against him. “Just...need a moment,” he rested his forehead against mine as he panted, trying to catch his breath. I nodded, and let him regain his composure. Though the few moments of stillness felt like an eternity, I all but wailed when he began to move against me, sliding out almost entirely before driving himself back into me with a snap of his hips. He panted my name once he had set a steady pace where it could be drawn out as long as possible, and I felt the heat that hadn't quite left begin to tighten again.
“Don't stop, oh don't stop,” I gasped against his mouth when he began to pick up his pace, angling his hips in just the right way to brush against that hyper sensitive bundle of nerves again. He grunted with the effort to hold out longer, needing me to come undone again before he could find his own orgasm.
“Close, Jenna I'm close, please,” he snaked a hand between us, thumb pressing against my clit again, and I clenched around his sizable length, shutting my eyes against the stars that clouded my vision when I found my second orgasm. He followed me soon after, crying out hoarsely against my collarbone. He thrusted into me once, twice, three times more before his hips stilled, and he found his breath again. He eased out of me and straightened, tucking himself away and appearing as though nothing had just happened.
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