Doctor Sex Novels & Stories

“Please have a seat. The doctor will be with you shortly.” I nodded, and the door closed behind her. My fingers tensed in my lap. A moment later, the door opened again. The doctor walked in, calm and professional. “Hello, I’m Dr. Hayes.” I nodded, forcing a small smile. He asked a few questions, when my last period was, what symptoms I’d been experiencing, how I’d been feeling lately. I answered everything honestly. He gave a small nod. “Alright. Let’s do a quick test first.”

Diana screamed again. “Be quiet! You’re so noisy. Look at it carefully!” the man said, whilst bending over to grab Diana’s short hair. “What the fuck! I’m not going to look at your manhood! You are disgusting!” Diana shouted and struggled to get off the man. “Fuck! Being a doctor who specializes in men’s sexual health, what else do you want to look at?” the man shouted. Hearing this, Diana stopped screaming and asked confusedly: “What do you mean?”

The doctor was a female gynecologist. When she saw Mila, she put down her phone and looked at Mia. " Hello, Ms. Eastan " The female doctor smiled mysteriously. Mia smiled awkwardly; she doesn't know why, but the doctor gave her an uncomfortable feeling. But Mia put it aside and told the doctor what she wanted. The doctor listened to her and went to go through all aspects of her health history. The doctor asked her about gynecological issues, such as fibroids. Also, about her married life.

My voice was something I barely recognized, “Making love. Is it safe?” He accompanied his words by rolling his hips around my crotch, silently letting me know of the bulging monster that stood proud and hot in his pants. I moaned, again! If only he knew how badly I wanted him, he wouldn’t be talking about the doctor right now. “I don’t know,” I replied truthfully, trying to recollect all the things the doctor had told us. I almost let out a cry of frustration when I came back with nothing, because I don’t remember her mentioning anything about having sex and whether it was safe or not.

"No." The doctor shook his head. Sydney was relieved. That was good. When she saw the doctor's serious expression, she thought she had some terminal illness. “Then, what's wrong with me, Doctor?” Sydney looked at the doctor and asked again. The doctor put down the checklist in his hand. "I'm not too sure. You should go to the obstetrics and gynecology department. Your condition is under the scope of the OB-GYN department.” The OB-GYN department? Sydney's mouth twitched.

"I blame it all on myself. For my lack of using protection during sex." I roll my eyes. Of course, he can't just be appropriately excited. Always have to act all moody. "Mr. and Mrs. Sterling?" called the nurse, ushering us into the examination room. As we settle into our seats, the anticipation seems to hum through the air like electricity. The doctor, a kind middle-aged woman with a warm smile, enters the room carrying a clipboard. "Hello, Sarah and Vincent," she says warmly. "How are you both feeling today?"

Is it right to talk about our sex life to my obstetrician? "So Doctor, can we still have sex?" Jason asked again to the doctor who had a look of amusement on her face. I sighed heavily and rolled my eyes in defeat as I awaited her answer. "There's nothing to be embarrassed of, Mrs Coleman." "Many couples have asked the same question and even if it might sound a bit personal, it's also something that you can ask a professional like myself." The doctor said and I felt a bit relieved. "You can have sex with your wife sir." She said to Jason who had a look of triumph on his face.

The doctor asks as he types on his computer. "Sometimes. When I orgasm I get a tight pain but it is not as bad as it was," Vincent explains. "I'll have to examine you. Could you sit on the bed and lower your jeans and boxers. Do you want your friend in the room?" The doctor asks. "Yes please," Vincent answers nervously. I stand next to him as he sits on the bed and lowers his pants, looking at me with a worried face. "It's okay," I say to him as the doctor puts on gloves. Vin holds my hand again and squeezes it as the doctor stands in front of him.

Moments later, only sighs and moans filled the doctor's room as my name was called out with increasing passion until he cum deep into my throat. "Damn! You are a devil, girl," Kenneth groaned, holding my head steady to keep his cock inside. He was a newbie at this, a decent doctor who was enjoying sex after years of serious studies. Surely I was not the only one trading sex for services with him, he has all the tools at his disposal to put pressure on vulnerable patients who need his help. My tongue stroked him until he caught his breath. I licked him clean and straightened his pants again. With a contented glance, he observed me as I rose coquettishly and sauntered out of the room.

Slowly, I nodded. She conducted the examination with care, her touch professional and non-invasive. "When was the last time you had sexual intercourse, and under what circumstances?" she asked, her tone clinical. I clenched my jaw, the painful memories flooding back. "Why do you need to know?" I asked in a challenging manner. Doctor Shantel met my gaze with empathy. "Understanding your history helps me provide the best care. But you are not obligated to share anything you're uncomfortable with." Her kindness was disarming. After a moment, I whispered, "A few days ago. It wasn't by choice."