I smiled. At least he had offered something. “I’d like the exam then.”
I watched him closely as he stood up, his broad shoulders lifting in a shrug. “Alright then, let’s begin. I’ll need you to remove your clothes - here, put these on.” He handed me a thin frontal robe made of paper material. “I’ll be back in just a minute.” As he turned to leave, he let his eyes wander around my body again for a brief second. I felt a chill go up my spine as his eyes traced their way down my body. He paused at my chest, and then again down at my waist. I timidly looked away.
As soon as he left, I began to remove my clothing. I wasn’t sure how I felt about Doctor Luberman. I had really hoped to find a doctor that I could trust, one that could make me feel comfortable while discussing these intimate matters. There was certainly something interesting about him, but I couldn’t quite figure it out. He seemed very reserved, as if he was hiding an inner thought. I was glad that he was willing to help, however, and hoped that he would discover a solution to my pregnancy problem.
I’d been trying to get pregnant with my husband Mark for almost a year now. We’ve tried nearly every position in the Kamasutra, and purchased those recommended books to give us tips to increase the chances of pregnancy. But after so many months of trying with no success, I had started to doubt the fertility test. We had both gone to get tested on the same day, so we could see each other’s results. There were no complications at all - we were both fertile, so what could possibly be the problem?
I had even secretly gone to get tested a second time, without Mark knowing, because after so many months of trying I had started becoming paranoid about the real possibility of being barren. Much to my relief, the test was still showing that I was fertile. But somehow, I still blamed myself for not being able to conceive…
I quietly slipped on the paper robe and shorts that were given to me. They were only covered in the front, leaving my back covered in goosebumps. I tied the flimsy strings behind me as I shivered; the doctor’s office was kept so cold. I climbed back on to the patient’s chair, lying down on my back. There were stirrups at the end of my chair, but I didn’t put my feet up into them. I didn’t know if he was going to bring in a gynecologist to inspect my private parts. For now, I stuck my feet out in front of me, flat on the chair, with my legs closed. A few brief seconds later, there was a quick knock at the door, followed by the return of Doctor Luberman.
“Ok”, he said as he exhaled. He seemed like he wanted to get this over with as quickly as I did. At least we were on the same page in that respect. “Ready to begin?”
“Yes.”
Doctor Luberman pumped a large amount of hand sanitizer onto his hands, covering them fully. He rubbed them together as he walked towards me. I thought it was strange that he wasn’t putting on the latex gloves, but I was too nervous about the exam - and its subsequent results - to let the thought remain in my head.
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.
“No irregular heartbeats.” He nodded. “That’s a good start!” He looked down at me, giving me a reassuring smile. Our eyes met, and I smiled back. His presence was comforting.
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'd never been touched by another man other than my husband, not even a stroke on the neck like this. I thought he was just an impatient, older doctor, who just wanted to get things over with and move on to his next patient, but now he was taking his time, gently caressing me as he moved down my body.
He reached further down my neck. "Do you mind if I check your breasts?"
"Go ahead", I responded. I felt him lift up the paper thin robe and slide his hands across my chest.
Both of his hands landed on my breasts. I inhaled sharply, holding my breath. I could feel my face turning red. My breasts were so sensitive that I usually wouldn't even let Mark touch them, for fear of them getting hurt. I expected a similar pain from Doctor Luberman 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 plumpness of my breasts squeezing out from between his fingers. I exhaled breathlessly.
"They're firm, and I didn't feel any signs of solidity. There is definitely no problem here", he stated.
I breathed a sigh of relief. I had given myself a breasts exam before, but was always worried that there might be something wrong with them. But Doctor Luberman confirmed that there was nothing wrong with them, and that they should be fit for nursing a child. 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 sigh escape his lips. He seemed to be delighting in the moment, prolonging it. I found myself wondering if he didn’t often get to feel a young woman’s breasts. I blushed at the idea of being desirable to someone.
He released his hold on them, but ran his fingers lightly around the shape of my heaving bosoms. He traced their forms, running his hands up and down. I already had goosebumps from the chill that was of the air-conditioned room, and the cold made my nipples perk up. But his movements were starting to excite me further. His thumbs circled my areolas, making my nipples harden and perk up even more. He placed his thumbs on them directly, rubbing them in a circular motion, flicking them, and then rubbing them again. I involuntarily started to breathe heavily, and a feeling of heat formed between my legs. What on earth was he doing? Just as I was about to voice my concern for his actions - not that I wanted him to stop, I thought apprehensively to myself - he lifted his hands from my breasts.
I looked up at Doctor Luberman. His dark eyes sparkled dangerously as he placed the robe back on my body, covering my breasts. His lips were pressed together, his strong jaw slightly clenched. He seemed deep in thought.
And then, seconds later, he resumed a warm facade, smiling down at me. "I know this doesn't directly have to do with fertility, but I'd like you to have a pap smear. If there's any chance of you having cancer or HPV, it could have pretty bad effects during pregnancy."
I nodded in agreement. It had 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. Mark told me in the past that I was his first, but I couldn't know for sure.
He lowered the stirrups to my level. "Put your feet in here, so I can get a better look."
I did as he asked, but hesitantly. 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 with shame at the realization. Mark was the only man I've ever had, and I loved him. Why did it feel like I was cheating on him by letting Doctor Luberman give me an exam? He was a doctor, it was his job. But when he touched me, I felt sparks run through my body. I hung my head with guilt. I was just trying to do what I felt I needed to in order to find out about my pregnancy chances. But I found that I was getting excited for the pap smear for other reasons. I felt guilt, embarrassment, and a new type of excitement all at the same time as I let Doctor Luberman move between my legs.
I blushed a deep red as I opened my legs to him. He pushed his glasses up the ridge of his nose, leaning in to get a better inspection. I could feel myself getting wet; I had to stop. It was just a physical, and nothing more. The sooner I could get this over with, the sooner I could return to my husband with what I had hoped would be a renewed faith in our chances of pregnancy. But the doctor proceeded with the physical with such gentleness and elegance that I couldn't help admiring everything about him.
I felt relaxed as he pushed the small metal tube inside me. I barely felt anything as it slid inside.
"That went in rather eas
ily", he chided, laughing.
His passive comment on my increased wetness made me blush profusely. I pushed my head to the side, hiding from him. What did he think of me? Was I really that wet?
Seconds later he pulled the tube out. "I'm going to bring this over to my guys right away", he stated. "Hang tight; I'll be back with the results in just a minute."
I sighed as Doctor Luberman left the room. I closed my eyes, hoping that whatever wetness there was during the exam hadn't spilled out onto the seat. I had already felt too shy just for coming in here today; but this was just too embarrassing. I contemplated putting my clothes back on and leaving before the doctor returned; it was clear that I would probably not learn anything else about my pregnancy levels today.
He returned too quickly. I hadn’t even had the chance to get up; my feet were in the stirrups still.
"Well, everything checks out great", he said, shrugging. "There are no signs of disease or STDs."
I nodded, smiling. "That's good to hear, thank you."
He walked up to me, looking me in the eyes. He leaned down, lowering his voice. His face was just inches away from mine.
"Is there anything else you haven't told me?" He asked sincerely. The look on his face was serious. "Anything at all that could help us figure your problem out?"
I spoke before I even knew what I was saying. "I'm afraid my husband lied to me about the fertility test", I blurted. I let out a small gasp, blushing. I had that fear in my head for weeks now, but I had never dreamed of saying it out loud. Another wave of guilt washed over me.
Doctor Luberman raised his eyebrows. “Oh, well that is a significant concern.” He placed his hand on my stomach, caressing me softly.
I looked up at him with apprehension. “You don’t think he could’ve lied to me, do you?”
He shrugged. “I don’t think I’m at liberty to answer that.” He moved his hand down to my thighs. My legs were still spread out, in the stirrups.
“I’m worried, though”, I said softly.
He moved his hands further inside my legs. I felt a heat flare up inside me. “I have one solution”, he said sternly. “To keep you from worrying. I can guarantee your pregnancy, but you have to make sure you listen to me very carefully, Adaya.”
I nodded, eager to hear his plan. “What is it?”
Without warning, he thrusted two fingers inside of me, making me jump. His fingers plunged into my pussy, gathering up my wetness.
“I’ll impregnate you myself.”
My heart beat fast as I felt myself getting wetter. Doctor Luberman’s face was just inches from mine, and he whispered in my ear.
“I’ll fill your fertile womb with my seed, and you won’t have to worry about not being a mother ever again.”
Chapter 2
His breath was hot on my face. I looked at him with longing. I’d been wanting to get pregnant for so long; but still I had no idea how badly I wanted it until the opportunity was staring me in the face. His fingers rubbed the inside of my vagina, and before I knew it I was gushing. I let out a soft moan in approval.
“How will I know?”
He smiled. “Know what?”
“If...if it will make me pregnant”, I said, breathlessly. I was already panting with desire.
He removed his hands from my wet cavern, inspecting my wetness as the juices ran down his fingers. He ran his fingers along my face, so that I could feel the moisture for myself. I moaned in ecstasy. He reached to his other hand, removing a brass wedding ring from his finger. His eyes were full of lust.
“My wife doesn’t satisfy me any longer”, he began. “And I haven’t had sex in months. You come in here with your young, tight, breedable body, and I find myself unable to resist.” He ran a hand along the front of my body. His voice was thick with desire. “I’ve been sexually starved, and now I feel like I’m about to burst. I’ve been building up a full, potent load for months, and I’m going to utterly fill you with my seed.”
I was breathless. He was appreciating me for what I was: a young, fertile woman with an empty womb that was desperate to be filled. I wanted this. I needed this. I nodded to him as all of my inhibitions washed away. This man wasn’t Mark, but he was a fertile man who was ready to fill me with a plentiful load of semen right here, right now. I knew I couldn’t let this chance go.
“I’ll do anything”, I said desperately.
Doctor Luberman reached up, adjusting the positioning of the stirrups. They raised up, which lifted my legs higher. I let my weight rest on my upper back and neck as my knees started to bend towards my chest. I was completely spread out, my raw pussy exposed to him. He moved in front of me, his eyes hungrily drinking in the sight of my body as he unbuckled his pants. After removing his underwear, his hands squeezed my thighs as he let his pants drop to the floor, and the size of his massive erection made my eyes pop.
“Is your husband this large?”
I blushed heavily. “No…” I hesitated to answer, but the truth came out.
“I’m going to go very deep inside you”, he promised.
I could feel myself dripping with desire. I felt so primal, and so unprotected, but I didn’t care. I was confident that his monstrous rod would fill me to the brim. The veins that ran along his cock pulsed as he moved toward me.
All of my apprehension completely vanished. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself from being absolutely ecstatic about becoming his one-time cum bucket. I had never wanted a man in this way; I felt like an animal.
He inched his cock closer to my entrance. His huge, bulging, spongy head was oozing with drops of precum. He nestled it outside of my cavern and began to apply pressure. His cock was hot and throbbing as he slowly pushed his head inside me.
He groaned as he pushed his way into my tightness. My pussy was so tight, so unaccustomed to his massive length, that he had to wrench me open, his head forcing me to expand wider to accept his girth. The pressure made me moan aloud.
Immediately, he leaned forward, placing a strong hand against my mouth. “Hush, Adaya. Do you want to get caught?”
I shook my head furiously.
“You are so tight”, he commented. “It’s like I have to force you open. Are you sure your husband has even been in here?”
I blushed, turning my head to the side. I guess I was just lucky to be naturally very tight. It felt so good to be invaded by his hulking dick.
He pushed further along, penetrating further in. I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning aloud, but the building pressure felt too good to keep inside. I dug my nails into the sides of the chair, ripping into the hefty fabric. I inhaled and exhaled sharply.
His hands were on my thighs, squeezing them as he pried me open. Suddenly, he forsook his gentleness, and shoved his cock all the way in. I gasped, chomping down on my lip so I wouldn’t scream out. He was fully inside me, and I wanted to wail with pleasure.
Soon he had bottomed out, infiltrating me completely. My pelvis ached as my muscles tightened around his length, pulsing to expand around his large size. He grunted, moving his hands down to my hips and grabbing them forcefully. He pulled my body closer, so that every last centimeter of him was buried deep inside me. I could visibly see his cock bulging through my skin from the outside. I had taken him completely, and in that moment, nothing mattered more than his pleasure. I laid back, closing my eyes, maintaining a strong grip on the seat. I couldn’t wait for him to empty himself inside me.
I could feel his raging cock throbbing as Doctor Luberman attempted to penetrate me even further, his heavy length pushing against my cervix. He was so far deep inside me, that I could feel my womb buzzing. There was no way I wasn’t going to be impregnated by this man’s ripe seed.
He gripped my hips tighter as he began to thrust. At once, he pulled all the way out, and then hastily plunged deep inside me. I could feel my vaginal walls growing and shrinking with each invasion of his cock. He continued to thrust, breathing heavily. Beads of sweat lined his well-form
ed abs, running down his body and entangling with his pubic hair. It wasn’t long before his lower body was slick with sweat. He panted as he thrusted into me more vigorously.
I lay back, taking the full brunt of every forceful propulsion, gasping and panting as his thrusts became more and more animated. Soon, the entire chair was jumping dangerously to the rhythm of his thrusts, and were beginning to make loud sounds. Medical equipment rustled in their metal containers. My body rocked with extreme turbulence. It wasn’t long before I stopped being able to resist making noise.
I let out another moan, crying softly, and building up to a much louder noise. Doctor Luberman leaned forward, wrapping his arms around my middle, pressing his body closer to mine. This allowed for much deeper penetration, and my body opened up in ways I hadn’t thought imaginable. Every inch of my body fluttered with pleasure. The thought of an older man’s semen inside of me made the pleasure even more colossal. My mind went blank, and I thought of nothing more than his fat load, that he had been storing up for months, and how it would pour inside of me. He had impaled me so completely that he would have no choice but to flood my cunt.
He leaned forward until his face was buried in my chest. I could feel his hot breath tickling my nipples. He stretched out his tongue, circling my areolas, letting out a deep moan. My breasts heaved as he latched onto one of my nipples with his lips, taking me into his mouth, sucking roughly on the tips. I let out another moan. His tongue flicked my nipples, making them perk up and harden in his hot mouth. I even felt his teeth graze across me, making me shudder. I reached up to him, entwining my fingers in his hair as he enjoyed himself with my breasts.
At this angle, his thrusts were deep and impactful. I felt every inch of his substantial cock glide through my wet pussy as he relentlessly pushed his way in, deeper and deeper, until I thought my body could stretch no more. My tightness was stretched thin around his massive bulk, and I could feel his throbs rubbing against my own. I enveloped him fully, and he pushed with more and more enthusiasm.
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