Erotic Doctor Novels & Stories

Elena whimpered at the loss. “Patience,” he chided. He stripped off his white coat, then his shirt, revealing a muscular chest and defined abs. His pants followed, his thick cock springing free, long, veined, and already leaking precum. “See what you do to me, patient? That slutty little cunt has my cock throbbing.” Elena stared, licking her lips. “Doctor… please…” “Please what?” He stroked himself slowly, smearing the precum over the head. “Use your filthy mouth.”

I moaned softly, legs trembling. “Professor… please. I need more.” He rose behind me, his big hands gripping my hips firmly. With surprising strength.Without saying a word, he grabbed my waist with both strong hands and lifted me like I weighed nothing. He sat me on the edge of his big mahogany desk. Papers crinkled and fell to the floor. He spread my legs wide and placed my black heels on the desk so my knees fell open. My soaked pussy was completely open to him,pink, swollen, and dripping so much I ached

I didn't recognise the woman staring back. I set the phone face down,i must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, my phone was buzzing. Three messages from Sophie lit up the screen. Oh honey no,i am so sorry. You don't deserve this. Hey friend, listen to me. I know this sounds crazy, but there's someone I think could help. Remember I told you about my ex-husband? Vincent? He's a doctor now, specializes in women's sexual health. His clinic just opened last month. I know it's weird but he's supposed to be incredible at this. Very professional, very discreet. I can give you his info if you want.

Now he knows which doctor I was talking about last night. “A little,” I answer. “So you’ve got a hangover?” Dr. Carver asks me. “No. I barely – ” “Did you get laid?” I stiffen. I knew that question was coming. Still, now that she’s actually asked, I can’t bring myself to answer. “Wow.” Dr. Carver takes my silence as a yes. “I’m impressed, Smithson. Tell me, how was his dick?” I clutch the tablet to my chest as I cough, choking on my own saliva.

“So you want to torture me?” I asked, my voice already weak and quiet. “I like to call that edging,” he said. “Sounds less torture-y.” He chuckled once again, but I was already lost to the pleasure that was building in my body. My right hand was rubbing my clit slowly, while my left one had gone to my breasts and was squeezing them, pinching my nipples from time to time. “Your body was made to be painted like that,” he commented, his words hitting me right at the core.

three times in two weeks. Rachel, twenty-eight, who'd brought her husband for "erectile dysfunction therapy" and now came alone twice a week. Elena, twenty-five, whose boyfriend couldn't make her squirt....but Dr. Stone could, and now she was addicted to the sensation. They all knew why they were there. All knew what happened behind that closed office door. All knew they couldn't stop coming back. One by one, they were called in. One by one, they were thoroughly fucked.

I bounced backwards with each thrust, his body driving into mine. “Climax, Tova. I want you to climax hard.” He punctuated each word with a thrust and it didn’t take long before I was gripping the fur under me, my toes curled and my legs tensed, the waves of pleasure a moment away. When I began to climax, Erik pulled out and slipped himself into my anus. I immediately tensed, scared he was going to hurt me, but he was gentle, pulling in and out at a slower pace than he was doing just a moment ago.

She moaned loudly, her whole body trembling on the therapy table. Dr. Vale stood up. His face was wet with her juices. He pulled his shirt off, revealing his muscular chest and abs. Then he pushed his sweatpants down. His thick, heavy cock sprang free. It was rock hard and throbbing. He climbed onto the wide table and positioned himself between her legs. He rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down her dripping slit, teasing her. “Look at me,” he ordered. Elena looked into his eyes. “This is wrong,” he said, even as he pushed the head inside her. “I’m your doctor. I shouldn’t be fucking you.”

Derick plays with his tiny toys while Darwin listens and holds Olga in his arms as the doctor asks her. "When those women talk about how they want to seduce my husband, I get envious because I can't satisfy him sexually when I already have a lot of children." The physician looks at Darwin, who is rather silent. Ericka is aware of Darwin's good looks. "Ericka, you cannot really satisfy him if you failed to take care of yourself," the doctor said. “You constantly make yourself appear good in front of him, therefore I'm confident he won't search for another lady. “

‘Did I really let that THING enter me in the past? I must be a superhero. “Don’t worry,” Eric reassured. “You ate my d*ck quite fine before. You’d survive.” Is that a way to comfort me? Either way, I don’t want to stop in the middle. So, I nodded my head and said, “D-Do it.” Eric frowned and cursed undertone. He brushed his hair upwards and whispered, “Damn. You’re an aphrodisiac to me. Sh*t.” Eric rubbed his glans, touching my entrance. Then he began to push the tip of his glans carefully.