by Sansa Gold
I can't stand it. I'm never going to be able to go back to Justin after this, not unless he makes some drastic changes in our sex life. I raise my back off the table, pulling up at his body. My fingers latch onto his belt buckle, and I can see his chest heave with excitement.
"Is this what you want?" I purr as I grab his rod. His green eyes burst awake as I pull him by the end of his shaft, bringing him to my mouth. I let my tongue move along the side of his cock, his body shaking with each lash.
"Don't stop," he breathes. His hand runs through my hair, forcing me onto his hardness. I feel him hit the back of my throat, his hand feeling the side of my throat. The saliva and pre-cum mix as I close my eyes, letting him use me completely. "I can feel my cock in your mouth," he hums out.
"I want you inside of me," I whisper.
He doesn't need any other reason. He pushes me back onto the table, my hitting the top of the pillow. He opens up the stirrups until I feel my legs spread for him, my pussy on display. There was no going back now, I can see him inching his way toward me, his hand stroking himself.
"Are you ready?" The question that has been on the back of my mind. I wanted him inside of me that was for sure, but if I did this, I could never get back on it. I could never tell Justin about it cause it would break his heart, but I also knew that Justin couldn't handle someone like me. I wanted it rough by someone who could pound the stress out of me. Justin was not that person.
"I'm ready for you," I answer. I feel myself sink into the cushion of the table as he pushes his weight onto my thighs, the muscles straining from the stretch. He's going to hold me down while he fucks me, not like I want to escape anyway, but it adds an extra layer of flair.
My legs feel like they're on fire as his cock touches my folds. He pushes the top of his length across my pussy, letting it rest between my folds. One subtle push and he would be inside of me. There's no condom on his shaft, but it's too late to say anything as the tip of his cock pushes inside of me.
I suck the bottom of my lip, reaching out to touch his hips to force him onto me. I can't wait any longer for him, the teasing becomes too much. He slaps my hand away, "I get to decide when." He places his hand on my breasts, wrapping his thumb and index on my nipples.
He lets go with a slight moan and lays a kiss on me, his tongue searching the inside of my mouth. Our tongues clash as I feel him inch inside of me. He shifts, pushing his hips into me, his tip guiding into my wetness. Everything he does is slow and methodical. There is a force between my legs, as a slight pang spreads through my body but it's replaced by pleasure.
I grit my teeth and moan, feeling the pleasure spread through every inch of my body. I never dreamed of being so full before, more than Justin could ever fill me.
"God, your tight," he growls, taking a hold of my breasts, holding me down on the table. "I've never been with someone as tight as you. I'm going to make you mine." His words were full of lust, wanton, and bliss. Words that I never heard from Justin.
I breathe in his words, letting them soak in my mind. Those were the words I needed to hear, the sentence that made the monster inside of me quiet. He pulls his hips back, in one jerk he rolls them onto me harder.
My legs shake as he pounds into me. Several continuous strokes in, I start to grind against him, settling into the rhythm of his flow. With each stroke, the pleasure builds, I begin to lose the will to breathe. No matter how hard I try or how open my mouth is, I can't seem to take in the precious air. My pussy stretches tight to his cock, each pump setting me free.
He glides through me, bringing his mouth onto my nipples. His tongue thrashes against it, as our bodies shake against the table. Everything beneath my skin turns into electricity like thunderbolt has struck me, giving wake to every part of my body.
"Fuck me harder," I moan. I want him to use me harder than anyone before. To stroke inside of me until his come drips out of me.
My nails dig into the skin on his back, but there are no words from him. His eyes are on my pussy as he strokes inside of me. In, out, in, out, over and over.
I close my eyes as the electricity explodes in the pit of my stomach coursing throughout me. A glimmer of fireworks explodes in the darkness. I want to yell out his name, to let him know that I'm done that I can't take anymore, but I can't. My orgasm chokes off the words from the tip of my tongue. I come hard, pulling his hips into me, and he pounds into me harder still, my ass digging into the cushion.
My pussy clenches, erupts, sending another stream of shocks through my entire body. At some point, I start screaming, his hand shoots up to my mouth.
I feel his cock swell inside of me as my pussy tightens around it. Then, after several strokes, he bursts, growling like the primal animal I wanted. He coats the inside of my pussy until I can hear it dripping to the floor, his cock jerking inside me.
"That..that..." He runs his hand through his hair, sweat dripping down the side of his cheek.
"That was what?" I giggle as he walks away. He grabs the top of his pants, his head shaking, as he buckles his belt.
"That was something," he answers as he tidies his clothes, trying to hide any indication of what went on behind the gray door.
"Do I pass your exam?" I laugh knowing the answer already.
"With flying colors." He looks down at me, "Sorry, about that." His come moves down the side of my leg and pools on the table.
"No reason to be." Everything will be alright, I'll just take the pill and be done with it. "So is this it?" I let the words linger in the air. I didn't want it to end. I loved every bit of what we had going on. I know that Justin would never be able to fill me like the Doctor could.
"Well..." His nose scrunched up as he made his way toward me, "I can always schedule you for another check up." A smile coated his face.
"I'd like that," I mumble back as I close my eyes. I wanted this to go for as long as possible. I could have it nice and soft at home, but hard and rough at the Doctors. The best of both worlds. That might satisfy me.
THE END
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"Give it to me," I murmured. He dropped his briefs; my eyes widened in disbelief. Where had he been hiding that package?
I had little experience with cocks, only light touches throughout high school. The majority that I had seen had been in porn videos late at night. Even someone as inexperienced as me knew that there was no way that thing could fit inside of me.
Could that thing fit inside my tight little pussy? It must have been well over seven inches long and at least two or three of my fingers wide. More than I could take.
I grabbed at the end of his shaft, guiding his head toward my open mouth. I licked the drizzle of pre-cum that flowed freely from his tip. Saltier and tangier than I imagined, but that doesn't deter me. Instead, it lit a fire inside of me, a rekindling of pleasure that lazily coursed through me.
At first I latched my tongue against his rod, unsure of how to take him. This was harder than most porn videos made it seem, especially for a young girl like me.
Chapter 1
I covered my eyes as I walked toward the Health Building, my stomach grumbling at the thought of going inside. "Are you sure it's required?" The cold air greets me as I pulled the door to the side.
"I'm positive," Stacey answers as she pushes me inside. "You need to stop being such a baby about this. It will be thirty minutes to an hour tops then you'll be out of there. The school requires everyone to get this done. Otherwise, you can't go to classes tomorrow. "
"I'm not a baby. I've just never gotten a doctor exam before," I sputtered out. This was all easy for her; she was just going to sit in the waiting room. She had gotten her exam back home months ago. I knew that I shouldn't have stalled so hard on this. But, things always got in the way.
The inside of the building gave off a creepy vibe. Low lights hung from
the middle of the ceiling, which dimly lit the hallway. I felt like I was going to never see the sun outside again. All that was missing was a scary soundtrack. My shoes clicked against the tiles as I looked at the names etched on the glass doors.
I looked down at the piece of paper in hand that read, 'Report to Dr. Lambert in the Health Building at 10:30 am.' The instructions couldn't have been more unclear.
The Health Building had ten floors, each with at least thirty different rooms. There was no directory in sight. It was going to take me all day to find him. "We are never going to find him in time." I glanced at my watch. I needed to be in his office in the next minute, or I was fucked.
"Found him," Stacey yelled. She bounced up and down, her breasts almost hitting her chin, as she waved me down the hallway. I hated how perky her tits were. I looked down at my A-cups. Why couldn't I have been blessed with her tits? "See I told you this wouldn't be that hard." She grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside.
I don't know why I was so nervous about this. We choose the chairs in the back corner of the room, a bunch of students already lined on the outer edges of the room. Stacey grabbed a pamphlet off the top of the table. I gripped my backpack until my knuckles turned white. She was so lucky that she didn't have to go inside there. I'm sure that I was worrying over nothing, but it still didn't help that getting a gyno exam freaked me out.
It didn't help that I hadn't gotten much sleep the last couple nights. The thought of some wrinkly old man touching my pussy kept me up at night, not in a good way. I had been saving myself for someone close to my age. Someone who could whisk me off my feet and teach me a thing or two.
"Melissa Howell?" A nurse poked her head out the door, a white folder in hand.
"Here," I murmured, hoping that it was low enough that she wouldn't be able to hear me.
"Mrs. Howell?" The nurse's eyes continued to scan the waiting room, a look of impatience spread across her face.
"She's right here," Stacey pointed down at me, my cheeks grew bright red. I gave Stacey the worst look I could, one that I wished could kill. If she dropped dead on the floor, then I wouldn't have gone to the doctor. I could reschedule something between now and never.
"Mrs. Howell, I need you to come with me." She grabbed me by the wrist. There was no fighting it now. I was going to be escorted through the door like a baby. I looked back at Stacey, pleading for her to help me.
"You'll be fine," she chuckled, her eyes already delving back into the pamphlet. I have no idea why I brought her, it's not like she made me feel any better. But, as of right now, she was the only friend that I made so far at college.
"Little nervous?" The door behind us shut as she pulled me behind the cluttered receptionist desk. On one side of the table there was a mountain of folders, the other had papers thrown all about. My stomach dropped. An office this dirty and unkempt couldn't be a good sign about the doctor.
"Yea," I answered. I looked down at the floor, nervous about the upcoming procedure. Fuck!
I had forgotten to ask Stacey or even my mom about the exam. Not even a search on the internet to help me feel a little better. Hopefully, the doctor could just give me a quick breakdown.
"No need to be." She flipped through the folder, "It says here your suppose to see Dr. Lambert. He's easily the best doctor in the building. He's also quite a charmer if I don't say myself." She smiled as she held the door open.
The room inside was small and well kept, unlike the room outside. To the right was a small medical table with a white cover on top. On the other side of the room were cabinets with an assortment of instruments on top.
"I'm going to need you to put this on." The closet door swung shut as she held out a small gown in front of me. "I know that it's a little revealing, but the school requires everyone put this on."
A little revealing was an understatement. I could almost see through the gown as I held it up to the light. Down the middle of the back was a large slit that exposed my whole backside to the world, with nothing to close it shut.
"Am I suppose to be naked under this?" The fabric almost broke as I pulled on it. Any sudden movements during the exam and this gown would be a goner.
"Of course, Dr. Lambert is going to need you to be naked for this examination," She looked through the file. "Is this your first gyno exam?"
"Yes," I stuttered out. There was no hiding it. I'm sure that I was making it painfully obvious.
The nurse walked across the room, folder still in her hand. She messed with the instruments on the table. It felt like she wanted to tell me something, but she was fighting with her inner self about how to say it. "Well, you have nothing to worry about. Dr. Lambert is the youngest and brightest graduate doctor." She smiled at me before turning around toward the door.
Did I just hear her right? "Excuse me?" The nurse stopped just outside the door, her head resting against the frame. It wasn't until now that I saw the dark circles underneath her eyes. "Did you say graduate, doctor? As in just recently graduated from medical school?"
"Yes, you heard me correctly." I'm sure that she could see the worry spread across my face. "You have nothing to worry about. Dr. Lambert has over 5,000 hours worth of gyno exams performed. He is more than qualified to take care of you." With that, she shut the door and left me to worry on my own.
I needed someone experienced between my legs. Someone who knew what the hell he was doing. Not some young doctor out of school that was only a couple years older than me. I sure as hell didn't know what to expect from this exam, so I would be no help to him. My stomach took hold of me.
I better get out of here. Maybe, I could reschedule with a new doctor. I'm sure that it wouldn't be that hard. I threw the backpack against my back, my hand already on the doorknob. There was no reason to stay around anymore.
I pulled open the door.
"Hi, there." The words took me by surprise. I hadn't expected anyone outside my door. I was ready to make my break for it before I met the doctor. "Can I help you with something?"
The man stood six inches above me, my eyesight was just below his chest. Underneath his right breast, there was a name tag that read "Dr. Lambert.' There was no escaping now.
"Umm..." I hesitated, unsure of how to recover from this. "Am I suppose to get undressed and use this?" I felt my cheeks grow warm at my stupidity.
He smiled as he grabbed the gown from my hands, "The school requires you to wear this when I'm examining you." He unfurled it in front of him and held it against my body, "It seems to cover you well enough. And yes, you'll have to be naked."
I clutched the gown away from his hand, a look of surprise on his face. "Thanks, I'll make sure to put it on."
"Anything else that I can help you with?" His voice had grown stern. I might have offended him with the way I grabbed the gown. I didn't care. I had enough things to worry about.
"No, I'm fine." I slammed the door behind me. I waited until I heard his shoes clacking against the floor before undressing. I didn't know why I had turned into such a bitch right there. I knew that he didn't deserve it. But, I was in the moment, and I panicked.
My backpack dropped with a thud as I unbuckled my jeans. I slipped out of my clothes, throwing the pile on one of the chairs. The gown felt so flimsy against my body; I hoped that it wouldn't tear.
* Knock Knock*
"Mrs. Howell, are you ready in there?" Dr. Lambert asked.
I jumped on the table, pushing down on my gown trying to ready myself physically and mentally. "I'm ready, Dr. Lambert," I shouted.
He opened the door, his body was rigid, firm, hard as he walked inside. There were no formalities this time. I had broken him with my rude gestures. I felt bad. Hurting him was never my intention. I had just been a little freaked out by the upcoming procedure.
"How are you," I asked. Small talk might be the only thing to save me.
"Fine," he huffed out as the shelves clattered against the wood. He looked back at me; his eyes flickered over my body, and back to his i
nstruments. "This procedure will take less than an hour." His voice was flat, hoarse, and low. I couldn't barely hear him. I couldn't go through an hour of this.
I jumped off the table, placing my hand on his. He turned around and looked at me, his eyes open wide. "Look, I'm sorry for being such a bitch earlier. This is my first gyno exam, and I'm a little nervous. Can we start over?" I rubbed my hand against his, a warm sensation running up my arm and down to the middle of my legs.
He looked at me, then at my hand as if trying to figure out if I was worth the trouble. "Yes, we can do that." His thumb rubbed against my fingers as a smile spread across his cheeks. "My name is Dr. Lambert. I'll be your doctor for today." He held his hand out for me.
I couldn't help but smile at his change of pace. It made me feel more at ease with the whole situation, my shoulders already dropping as the stress left. I shook his hand, "Hi, Dr. Lambert. My name is Melissa Howell. I'm an incoming freshman."
"What major are you going to take?" He brought down a fresh pair of gloves against his hand as he patted the medical table.
I jumped up, the soft cushion softening the blow, "Haven't decided yet. I'm taking a bunch of different glasses and just going with the flow."
He chuckled, "That sounds like a good enough plan." He grabbed a rolling chair from behind him. "You have plenty of time to figure out what you want to do, at least two years."
Everything felt so natural with him. I didn't have to worry about what to say to him. This procedure wouldn't be so bad, especially if a young doctor like him was going to be between my legs.
"Yea, that's what I figured." I felt so comfortable now that I was able to talk him. There was no looming unknown feeling over my head. "So how does it work exactly?" That question had been on the tip of my tongue the whole day.
