Cerita Dewasa Dokter Novels & Stories

"My name is…" You thought I was gonna mention my name? Nah. What if this is a confession later? Or something more than that? But hey, I'm a doctor already. All of it is in the past. I swore the HIPAA oath. After the final remarks, I stood up to go and felt the pull of the bra again. I sat back down. It was as if my breasts had grown bigger during the programme. All I wanted to do was take it off. Or probably that doll should take it off. Woah. I was thinking of her in that way. I'd had two boyfriends. One back in junior high and one currently. We were not on good terms, though. He flew to Europe and he hadn't been consistent with communication. This was new, uncharted territory. Now the thou

I am not sure if he knows how much this behavior helps to keep up our facade of being a real couple. “Then let’s start. If you’ll please come with me, miss Ross. You are welcome to join as well, Mr. Peccati.” The doctor motions for me to step behind a screen to undress and then get up on the bed and place my legs in the stirrup. She glances at the bruises on my thighs and but, and the ones developing on my knee with concern. “Our sexual preferences are none of your business.” Alessio snaps at her and she sends him a quick uncertain smile before starting the examination.

She stopped her fingers there, reading through the details one after another. “Hold on a second…” she lifted her eyes to the doctor, her breath hitched. “Vasetomy…” She grimaced, “My husband is unable to conceive…” The word hit her like a punch to her gut, making her throat burn. “W…what's going on here? Can you explain this document to me. How come? I…I don't get it.” She withdrew back a little, her neck dropped. “Below the document this report was conducted by one of my close colleagues. He's out of the country now. I guess he was really close to your husband.”

I hope I don't fail. The next morning, I open my tired eyes as I try to look for the doctor. And as always, he's not in bed next to me. So, resigned, I grab a robe and go out to have some coffee before going to work. When I arrived in the living room, I saw that he was sitting in one of the dining room chairs, wearing his red boxers and a white sleeveless t-shirt. “Doctor Dustin?” I whispered, surprised to see him there. “Wow, he sleeps too much!” He murmured with his perfect magazine-man demeanor. “I guess sex is like an exercise for you,” he said as he passed a needle through the fabric of the dress that Abby had torn.

I had heard rumors about a beautiful female doctor in our hospital's urology department named Jade Clemens. It was said her face had an angelic innocence, yet her figure sparked imagination. Many male doctors were eager to meet her; some even went directly to the urology clinic to register as her patients. The doctors from the anesthesiology department where I worked often mentioned her, joking that they would make appointments with her someday to get a "thorough examination". I told them not to go too far and to respect her profession, but they replied, "The lady herself doesn't mind, so why are you so concerned?"

Mom's eyes widened and she looked hurt. "Oh, no, no, Kathleen," Doctor Caruthers said quickly. "I merely meant that Paul is very young and he is probably exaggerating because of his limited experience. I didn't mean to suggest that you weren't—" "Joanne," my mother interjected. "No offense, but are you qualified to judge a good blowjob when you see one?" Doctor Caruthers licked her lips and nodded. She seemed nervous but even more aroused. "I have several published papers on—well, not blowjobs specifically, but various sexual activities."

“Silly woman. That’s okay if you like someone and give your virginity to him. What I don’t like is that man outside this room like BDSM. Look at your body, it's full of wounds.” “It’s not like that.” “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Anyway, before anything else. Can you answer me truthfully?” “What is it?” “If you rate his cock at 1 to 10, how big is he?” "9" Asia answered weakly but I heard that. “That's why the wound inside you is so deep. He really ruined you.” I heard the doctor laugh. I immediately left the door and sat in the living room while waiting for Asia and the Doctor. After a few minutes, the doctor came out and handed me a paper.

The doctor continued, addressing the unspoken accusations hanging in the air. "I suppose you have a purpose for being here. Are you planning to report me or revoke my medical license? Is that why you've waltzed into my sanctuary?" The doctor's words dripped with a mix of defiance and curiosity. Richard, grappling with the shock of his capture, had inadvertently stumbled upon the dark secrets hidden behind the façade of a respected medical professional. The doctor's atrocities unfolded before him – a macabre symphony of patient murders at the behest of guarantors, unauthorized abortions carried out callously.

Just then, someone stepped forward from the crowd. "Isn’t this the doctor from yesterday, the one responsible for that botched surgery? I heard he caused his patient's death, and then committed suicide for fear of being punished. I suppose it's one life for another, but pity the victim’s family! The poor lady. So young, and already widowed by her husband's death..." Tears still streaking my face, I stood up and bowed deeply to the person who spoke.

"You're... you're really a doctor now?" He chuckled softly. "I've been one for quite a while." I shook my head in amazement. "So... what are you doing here, and where's Kendall, my friend?" Damien gently adjusted the blanket over me before answering. "She was here until not too long ago. She stayed with you for hours, but only left after she was certain your condition had stabilized." "As for me, I've recently been transferred to this hospital..." His smile slowly faded into a more professional expression. "I'm the consultant obstetrician and gynecologist now overseeing your care."