Novel & Cerita Doctor Sex

“Only if you get examined, too. The same way I do. If he has to look down my throat, then he does the same to you.” Theo raises his left eyebrow and makes a weird face. “Alright, deal.” “Deal.” The doctor comes back and looks over Theo, even looking between his legs, which is weird. When he’s done, he gestures without words for me to lie down. I do as I’m told. Until He slides his fingers up my vagina. “What the fuck are you doing? Are you trying to get fresh with me?” “The doctor is just making sure all your bits are healthy, sweetheart.”

He shakes his head once before looking back at the doctor. “She needs a detailed physical exam,” He says. He side glances at me. “I don’t even know if she’s ever had one.” “Hey!” I protest but the doctor begins laughing over me. He waves a hand in my direction. “Not a problem,” the doctor says. He pats the exam table in a motion to get me on it. He points his finger at Archer. “Still, daily reminder to use contraception! Babies are tough.” “Thanks, Doc,” Archer deadpans.

She rushed in and caught sight of me thrashing and trying to get off the exam table. "What are you embarrassed about?" she snapped. "To a doctor, gender doesn't matter. They're just here to help you!" Then, she hurried forward and pinned me in place. "Dr. Hayes, examine her now!" "I want a different doctor!" I shouted, my voice hoarse. My mom shot back, "Do you know how hard it is to get an appointment here? I spent three days glued to my phone just to secure this slot, and now you want to leave?"

KINKS: fingering, doctor/patient, multiple positions I stepped into Dr. Mason's office, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. The waiting room was quiet, just the soft hum of the air conditioner and the faint scent of antiseptic in the air. I was nervous, but there was something else too—a thrill that made my stomach twist in a good way. I'd heard about Dr. Mason from a friend, how he was not just skilled but... intense. I felt exposed even before the exam started. This was supposed to be routine, but my mind kept wandering to fantasies I'd never admitted to anyone.

The doctor doesn't look happy, but he nods. "Sasha, I'm Dr. Dobbs. I'm going to examine you and tell you about your injuries. We did a rape kit when you came in, and we're able to get samples to send to the police." I try not to take offense to his matter-of-fact attitude. I'm sure it's because he sees many patients like me and he's lost his bedside manner. However, I can almost feel the anger radiating off Tatum. I glance over at him and when our eyes meet, I see him calm down. Maybe I have the same effect on him as he has on me. I just focus on him while Dr. Dobbs and Kala examine me.

I swallowed hard, straightened my shoulders, and followed her inside. The doctor was a middle-aged woman with tired eyes and a kind voice. She looked over my chart, then at me, her expression neutral but assessing. “You’ve been experiencing nausea, fatigue, dizziness?” she asked, her voice gentle. I nodded, rubbing my hands together, suddenly aware of how clammy they were. She tilted her head slightly. “Are you sexually active?” The question caught me off guard. My throat tightened, and I hesitated before mumbling, “I was…”

I replied quickly, unwilling to share too many details about what had transpired between my boyfriend and me as a flicker of embarrassment crossed my face, making me to avoid looking directly at the doctor. "Oh," he murmured, his gaze still fixed on the file. The more pages he turned, the more anxious I became about what he might discover. "I'm Doctor Charles, by the way." He glanced up at me. "You may take your seat.” He stated and I swiftly did as I was told. “Have you noticed any recent changes in your health? Fatigue, unusual discomfort, changes in your cycle, or anything else that concerns you?" I shook my head. "I haven't noticed any symptoms. At least none that seemed unusual enough f

Directly illuminating my pussy – every fold, every crease – and he leans in to look and I feel my face burn and my cunt throb simultaneously. "First I'll do an external exam," he says. "Just checking the vulvar area. You'll feel some gentle pressure." His gloved fingers touch my outer lips. Gently. Pressing along each side, palpating, checking for abnormalities. His touch is clinical – light, systematic – but his fingers are on my pussy and I'm in stirrups and his face is a foot away from my cunt and my body does not understand the difference between medical and sexual. I feel myself getting wet. Not a little wet – wet. The kind of wet that's visible, that glistens, that a doctor sitting twe

“You’ll need to remove your trousers. I need to examine you properly.” I turned and looked at the bed. Then I turned back. “I’m sorry?” “It’s a standard gynecological examination, Scarlet.” “I understand that, I just…” I stopped. Pressed my lips together. “Is there another way?” “There isn’t.” His voice was completely professional. His eyes were something else. “Have you never seen a gynecologist before?” The honest answer was embarrassing enough that I almost didn’t give it. “No, I haven’t.” He didn’t laugh. He didn’t even smile. He simply held my gaze with the patience of a man who had done this a thousand times and the awareness of a man who understood that this particular patient was not

I love watching doggie videos. "He?" he asks with a rough tone. "What?" I ask, confused. "The nurse referred to the doctor as male. Couldn't she have made a mistake?" "No, she didn't make a mistake. Dr. Ramsay is a man." Her face turns completely red. "A man? Why does your gynecologist have to be a man?" "What's wrong with that," I ask, trying to hide my amusement. "I don't like a man checking your private parts." "You do worse, and you're a man, too.