So that’s it. He wants proof of how much I’m enjoying this, for his own pleasure. And I sure am giving him that proof, because I’m enjoying this so much I can’t help but cry out for more.
At first, I feel a bit violated at the thought of him recording the sounds I involuntarily make as he has his way with my body and primes me to take my virginity. But then I realize it's no different than the diary entries in which I write down my fantasies— and now real-life experiences— with Dr. Monroe.
He thrusts his fingers inside me even harder while I come, until I collapse on the examination table, breathing heavily. Then, much to my dismay, he removes his fingers.
“You weren’t kidding,” Dr. Monroe says. “You really do like to be fingered. You came a lot just from my fingers inside you. Now what are you going to do when it’s my cock?”
Chapter 23 – Elizabeth Jane
I sigh, exhausted from the way that Dr. Monroe slapped and fingered me after I sucked long and deep and hard on his cock. I'm still trying to catch my breath.
Without waiting for an answer to his question about what I'm going to do when he puts his cock— rather than just his fingers— inside me, he begins speaking into the recorder again. I'm glad because my only answer to that question is that I'm going to love it.
“A youthful subject who is physically or emotionally turned on will orgasm many different times in a row,” he says. “And it’s about time this one uses that capacity to its fullest. She’s been masturbating by herself, poor thing.”
And then he turns his attention back to me.
“Elizabeth, now I’m going to ensure that you’ve not been penetrated.”
My entire body heats up with desire, because I know what this means.
“Please get back on the examination table and put your feet in the stirrups.”
“Yes, Doctor,” I say, trying hard not to sound too eager.
I do as he commands.
“Spread your legs further out,” he says. “And bring your ass up closer to the end of this table, so that I can have full access to your body, inside and out.”
“Yes, Doctor.”
Now my pussy is displayed to his full view.
“I’m going to go ahead and check now,” Dr. Monroe instructs.
Yes, I think.
Dr. Monroe spreads my pussy open and runs a finger along the rim of its lips. He sticks two fingers inside me and massages me inside.
Then he begins playing with my breasts. I like how he massages them, strong and firm, and I prop myself up on my elbows on the examination table and relax while he does it. This position allows me to comfortably sit half way up, so that I have a good view of Dr. Monroe in front of me.
He drops his pants all the way off and then stands in front of me, with his hard, large cock on full display. I can’t believe that my fantasy is coming true. Dr. Monroe is really going to have sex with me!
“I’ll guide my penis into the subject’s vagina gently,” he says, into the recorder. He begins putting on a condom. “Doing it gently and slow like this at first ensures less bleeding and tearing.”
The words scare me but I’m comforted when he begins rubbing my nipples and kissing my neck. I feel the head of his cock on the opening of my pussy and I exhale.
I meet his lips and we share a passionate kiss. His tongue searches the inside of my mouth as if trying to tell me something beyond what is happening in my virginity exam.
“What do you think about my cock, Elizabeth?” he asks me.
“It’s the best cock in the world," I tell him, and mean it. It's the first one I've ever seen but I still know this fact to be true. “It’s so big and thick."
After a minute, I decide to be completely honest with him.
"But I’m afraid it will hurt me.”
“Don’t worry,” he says, as he starts sliding it further inside me. “I’ll make sure you have a good first time.”
He pushes it all the way inside me and I gasp in a mixture of pain and pleasure. To my embarrassment, I start crying, even though I don’t want to.
“It’s all right, Elizabeth,” Dr. Monroe says soothingly. He kisses me again, gently and passionately. “I know it hurts but it will feel better soon. And it’s also a very emotional experience. Perhaps you didn’t imagine giving your virginity to your family doctor.”
If only he knew, I think to myself, and I close my eyes and relax as Dr. Monroe whispers “shhhhhhh” into my ear.
Dr. Monroe thrusts his cock in and out of my pussy and I start to feel so much amazing pleasure. It’s a feeling I have never felt before and it feels much better than a finger or even two fingers inside me.
As I ride the emotional and physical wave of pleasure, he takes his cock out. I open my eyes in time to watch him start playing with his cock on my body.
As I turn to look at him he winks at me and starts rubbing his cock all over my belly and breasts. He jerks off all over me and wherever he wants to put his cock on me.
“I just had to completely pleasure myself on your curvy, untouched body. Now I’ll put it back in you and keep fucking you,” he says gently into my ear. “And you just let the doctor do his job.”
The tone of his voice is deeper, more domineering.
“Yes, Doctor.”
I realize he’s really enjoying this, and I’m so pleased with the fact that he likes fucking me as much as I like letting him do it.
“This time I’m not going to be so gentle,” he says. “You’ll have to let me get rough with you in order for both of us to enjoy it all the way. You’re going to feel every inch of my cock in your pussy.”
As he pushes his cock back into me, he’s breathing faster now, and so am I. He has one hand on my breast and with the other he’s playing with my clit.
I can’t believe he’s so turned on by me that he’s taking my virginity like this— with my mother right outside in the waiting room. He’s likely risking his professional license just to pleasure me for my very first time, and also to be pleasured by me in a way that it looks like he deeply enjoys.
It makes me feel delirious with power, even though I’m also submitting to his control. I grind my pussy on Dr. Monroe’s cock as he pumps it. It feels so good going in and out of me.
“That’s it, my dirty little whore,” says Dr. Monroe, as he continues to thrust in and out of me. “Take my cock pounding your pussy like my good little slut.”
My breathing quickens and I start to feel myself on the verge of coming again.
“My cock in your pussy feels so good, you little virgin slut,” he says. “Good job, Elizabeth Jane.”
The fact that I’m doing it right and making him feel good as well excites me. Very close to coming, I grip the side of the examination table urgently. My toes curl around the cold metal stirrups and I feel as if I could die from pleasure. I completely abandon myself to the overwhelming feeling.
“That’s right, you obedient little slut,” Dr. Monroe grunts, pushing his cock all the way inside me. “Come on my dick.”
He’s groaning now, and I feel his cock get even bigger inside me. It pulses and throbs, filling me up to the brim, and just as my full-on orgasm hits, he lets himself go as well.
“I’m coming too,” he says, grunting and panting. “My cock is completely filling up your tight cunt, all the way to the back, while I come.”
“Come, Doctor!” I yell.
I’m not holding back now. My hips are wiggling and my breasts are heaving as I come along with Dr. Monroe.
“I’m coming on your cock.”
“That’s right, my little slut,” he says, as his cock still throbs and pulses inside me. “I know you’ll let me come on you or in you wherever and whenever I want.”
We both struggle to catch our breath.
“I loved taking your virginity,” he says. “I loved feeling my cock inside you and watching you enjoy it like the little slut I’ve turned you into.”
I liked it too, of course. It excites me to kno
w that my family doctor enjoyed looking at my naked body so much that he just had to fuck me.
I lie back on the examination table, having never felt better in my entire life. Dr. Monroe puts his pants back on. Then he comes over to the side of the table and looks down on me.
“You’ve been a very cooperative patient,” he says. “I will definitely let your mother know that you passed the physical inspection with flying covers.”
“Thank you, Doctor.”
“Here,” he says, handing me a towel. “You’ll probably need this.”
I start wiping up the sweat from my forehead and trying to straighten out my hair as Dr. Monroe takes off the condom and throws it in the trash.
“I’m going to need to see you back here to further certify you,” he says. “There’s still the mental portion and my physical exam needs repeating to make sure its results are accurate.”
“Okay,” I reply, excited that he wants to see me again but confused as to how he’s going to examine my mental state when he’s a general practice physician rather than a shrink.
I have a feeling it’s just an excuse to see me again— to fuck me again— and I’m excited by the prospect.
“Yes, Doctor,” I say, anticipation rising within me when I think about being with him again. “How soon will this appointment be?”
“Within the week if possible,” he says resolutely. “I’ll call your mother to set it up.”
“Thanks, Doctor,” I say, and begin getting dressed, as he does as well.
I’m sad that he covers up his toned chest, his six pack abs and his bad ass tattoo. I still can’t believe my rich as fuck, experienced, older doctor just took my virginity. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
As long as my mother doesn’t find out.
On that note, I get up and walk over to the mirror above the sink so I can straighten myself out and not let my mother’s suspicions become aroused.
“Thank you for a successful exam,” Dr. Monroe says. “I’ll be seeing you again soon.”
I can’t wait. And by the way he winks at me as he walks out of the office, it’s obvious that he can’t either.
I’m so glad my mother brought me to him for an exam. And even more glad that it was very thorough and that I listened to all his orders. He's the one person in the entire world I wanted to take my virginity, and now he just did. He fulfilled all my fantasies and more, and now he wants to see me again.
I have to remember not to get too caught up in this, I think, as I get dressed. My mother would kill me if she found out. And I have to remember it's just physical—I wanted to lose my virginity, not fall in love.
But I have emotional feelings that are overtaking me just as fast as the physical ones. I remind myself it's just because he took my virginity. Not because it means anything more than something sexual.
Even if it feels like that.
Chapter 24 – Elizabeth Jane
As my mom drives me from school to Dr. Monroe's office, her eyebrows arch suspiciously. I clutch my notebook to my chest, wondering if she can somehow read my secret thoughts I've written within it and shared with no one but Diana. She and I have become better friends, although she thinks that everything that's happened with Dr. Monroe is just a figment of my imagination; dirty fantasies I write down for our mutual entertainment during class. She's even written some about Dr. Calvert and shared them with me. I can't wait to take her ideas and put them into practice with Dr. Monroe.
Mom doesn’t look too happy that she's gotten her way about this whole thing. Leave it to my mother to send me to our family doctor to be certified as physically and mentally pure after she catches me masturbating, and then to be upset that I actually go along with her plan.
“Dr. Monroe reports that you’re physically pure,” she says glumly, gripping the steering wheel and glaring out the front window of the car. “He says you’re still intact. That you haven’t been penetrated.”
Until he changed that, I think, as I remember how he penetrated me with his fingers to get me ready to lose my virginity to him. And then I think about how he shoved his cock down my throat and slapped my ass. And, of course, how he penetrated me with his big, hard cock, taking my virginity as I had always fantasized about him doing, while playing with my tits.
It was perfect. Dr. Monroe has turned me from a virgin to a whore, in the span of just two doctor’s appointments. And my mom has no idea.
“What are you smiling about?” my mom snaps at me. “Wipe that smug grin off your face. Dr. Monroe is ready to evaluate your mental state, so you’re going back right now for that portion of the exam. You can't possibly be looking forward to this."
She glares at me, and I shrug. Little does she know how very excited I am to be seeing Dr. Monroe again, or why.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I’m beginning to wonder if I have a sex addiction, and if maybe my condition will be revealed during this mental exam. I've been looking for any and every chance to masturbate and think about Dr. Monroe— even going to the bathroom during class or taking long showers at home so I can think about how he fucks me.
I wonder whether anyone has ever masturbated so much as I do, all the time. I’m not sure. What's a little more concerning to me, however, is the fact that I can't get Dr. Monroe out of my head. I can deal with a physical compulsion to touch myself while thinking about his huge cock and how he knows exactly what to do with it— but thinking about him in an emotional way all the time is altogether more troubling.
I'm not supposed to fall for a man. Men just leave, just disappoint, just let down those who they are supposed to care about. Dr. Monroe is obviously no different if he thinks it's appropriate to be having sex with me in his office.
My face burns as I realize what a hypocrite I am. I'm judging him for doing what I wanted him to do— what I’m glad he does— and what I eagerly do right along with him. I think it's just my mind's way of being upset with him when really, I'm upset with myself for loving him.
I don't love him, I quickly correct myself, while my mom drones on. I just think I do because he's my very first, and because the sex is so hot.
"I bet that after today's mental exam, Dr. Monroe will tell me that you’re sexually depraved," she continues. "It’s your father’s fault for leaving you. A girl without a father has a hunger deep inside her that never goes away. I bet that Dr. Monroe will tell me that you have dirty, naughty thoughts that need to be washed out of your mind.”
More like fucked out of my mind, I think, careful not to smile this time.
I am a little worried about this mental health examination appointment—whatever that means— but more than anything, I’m excited for it. Dr. Monroe said he will have to collaborate with a colleague who knows about psychology, as he’s just a general doctor. I wonder who it will be and what I will have to do during that examination. But if it’s anything like the last examination, I’m sure I’ll like it.
When I get to the office, I'm so excited to be seeing Dr. Monroe again. I have so much pent up sexual energy. I haven’t risked masturbating at home while I fantasize about him like I used to, because the last thing I need is my mom walking in on me again. So, I go to the ladies’ room in between classes and play with myself there. I imagine that my fingers belong to Dr. Monroe as they prod, poke and play with me. I rub my clit while I think about him coming on my face or in my pussy without a condom. I know that's really a fantasy— and I'm glad he practices safe sex— but I guess it just means I want to be claimed by him.
I feel my panties soaked with wetness and all I want to do is lie down on the examining table and have Dr. Monroe fuck me all over again. But first we have to do some stupid kind of mental examination, which will take up at least half an hour.
I can’t even wait half an hour, I think. I must really be some kind of nympho.
I shift restlessly in the waiting room chair, dying to see Dr. Monroe.
My mom shoots me another suspicious glance.
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sp; "Whatever is it that you and Dr. Monroe do in there?" she asks me.
Her silent follow up question hangs between us.
And why doesn't he ever let me come in so I can flirt with him more?
Finally, Trisha, the nurse, hurriedly ushers me into a private office. VIP service, I think. I don’t even have to wait to be called.
“The doctors will be in shortly, honey,” she says, patting me on my arm.
As Dr. Monroe's nurse, I wonder if Trisha has any idea what goes on behind his closed office doors.
She leaves the room and I sit on the examination table and wait to see what Dr. Monroe has in store for me today. Since he hadn't given me prior instructions about disrobing this time, I leave my clothes on.
I don’t have to wait long. Within a few minutes, Dr. Monroe appears. My heart skips a beat and my pussy tightens just from seeing him.
“Elizabeth Jane,” he says, just grinning at me while skipping any previous formalities.
I hope we can quickly get on with whatever he has planned when it comes to the mental portion of my exam, so that we can get to the part he mentioned about testing his results of the physical portion. My mother’s in the waiting room again and we don’t have long. She is starting to get suspicious. I want to take advantage of every second in Dr. Monroe's office, just like I want to take advantage of every inch of his big cock.
“You’re always so quiet, Elizabeth Jane,” Dr. Monroe says. “But you’re going to have to open up to me mentally and emotionally now, just as you've done physically. Do you want to submit to me in every possible way, and provide me with access to your most deep and private thoughts, just as you've given me access to your most deep and private parts of your body?"
"Yes," I tell him, meeting his gaze.
He wants my heart as well as my body, I realize. But what is he going to give me?
"So why don’t you go ahead and tell me what’s on your mind now?”
He steps close to me and rests a hand on my thigh.
“You mean what I’m thinking?” I ask.
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