Erotic Doctor Novels & Stories

His semen shoots into me, his face leans closer and then his lips, closing in on mine. “We're massaging right after here.” He whispers against my ear. “Really?” “Yes, a special treat for you.” He pauses.”That's what I was trying to do the first day you came to me before the threat.” “What? You mean…..you didn't want to fuck me or something?” Panic runs over and I start to recall the past. I still can't understand. “I never wanted to fuck or suck you but massage you.” He proves serious. “We don't do sex at work. I'm a doctor.”

I closed my eyes as I took it all in, his thrust was getting deeper, my climax was building higher and it’s safe to say, I was in an euphoric state, this wasn’t how I had expected my appointment to go, but it was better than anything I had imagined. The doctor swiftly turned me around, my knees and hands facing the mattress, my ass up in the air. He thrusted into me from behind, his thrust becoming rougher. I loved how my walls clenched around him just when he was about to withdraw and the rhythm continued. Without wasting time the doctor unhooked my bra, my perfectly curved títs free of its constraints. He tweaked my nípples between his fingers, as he thrusted deeper into me. I screamed, my

Each thrust dragged against that swollen gland. Pleasure and pain braided in Richy’s gut. His hips jerked in a feeble attempt to escape the sensation, only to push himself back onto the invading fingers. “No,” he whimpered, the word muffled by paper and spit. “Yes.” The reply was immediate. The doctor’s free hand left Richy’s hip and slid around his thigh, groping upward until large, cool fingers wrapped around Richy’s cock. Richy gasped and his whole body seized instantly as Doctor Stanley stroked him from root to tip. His traitorous cock hardened further in his grasp, full and aching.

Still, I writhed and wriggled and tried to find some sort of release, with no luck. After several moments, the doctor made a harrumphing noise. Standing over me, he said, “This is highly unusual. You may need a little additional stimulation, so I’m going to try that now before we decide whether you are properly sexually healthy. There are two other erogenous zones that I think we’ll explore before I make a diagnosis, so bear with me.” I nodded. He showed me a device that looked like a small black belt with a shiny, mushroom-shaped ball sticking out of the middle of it.

His gloved finger poked and prodded. “You are still very wet,” he noted. “Even after all the exams. What a greedy little patient.” He took a thin probe and slid it inside the open speculum. Teased my walls with it, rubbing in slow circles. Then he pulled it out and tapped my clit lightly. I jumped. “Please. It stings but it feels good too.” “Speak clearly,” he said. He tapped again. Harder. “Tell me why you keep coming back for more.” “Because my heart only calms when a doctor touches me,” I said. Tears came to my eyes. “I feel ashamed. Three doctors already used me. Now you. I know it is wrong but I cannot stop.”

In his arms. This time when he kisses me again, it is more urgent. His tongue licks my lips and then he slides in without any interference. Giving him all that is me, I close my eyes and let him take control of the situation. But before we can go any farther, the good doctor walks in and unknowingly stops us from continuing our love making. He glances from Eric to myself and then says, “It would seem that I am always doing this. Beg my pardon. I need to check the patient to make sure she is not having any problems, then I will get out of your hair to be alone.” He smiles knowingly at Eric before checking me over one last time and then disappearing out of the room and shutting the door

I called Katrina, updating my situation, she called someone else, who probably called someone else, who called off the guards. "So, who do you think you will be breeding with?" the doctor hinted. Seriously, I could pick up a girl in a war zone. A lonely female doctor in an ER that only treats women wasn't even a contest. "Actually, no one," I winked. "I'm gay. I can't get it up around women." Recall, I had no pants on and my cockhead had a mind of its own, which didn't bother me. What did bother me was its mind being more dominant than the one on top of my shoulders. The doctor patted my package. My cock was pleading 'we haven't had sex in six hours - we are dying over here'. Lying bastard.

I was soaked, my hips twitching involuntarily. “Doctor… this isn’t…” “Professional?” he finished, a small smirk forming. “No. It’s not. But you’re not here for a standard check-up, are you? You chose me specifically.” He was right. I had heard the rumors. His fingers moved faster, rubbing my clit with perfect pressure. I moaned softly, gripping the sides of the table. “Let me take care of you properly, Lila,” he said, voice low and commanding. “Spread your legs wider.”

He winced a little, his body tensing up, his thighs twitching under my touch, but he didn't say anything, his breathing got deeper, and I saw his chest rise and fall more noticeably. "Everything feels normal here," I said, my voice steady. "Now, to check for any response, I need to see if there's any erectile function. Sometimes manual stimulation helps us assess that, are you comfortable with me proceeding?" He swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "Uh, yeah, I guess. It's embarrassing, but go ahead." He might thought, shit, this hot doctor is about to touch my dick, and it's probably going to stay limp like always, why does she have to be so a