Erotic Doctor Story Novels & Stories

“Do the horizontal mamba.” She laughed. “Yeah.” “But it was horrible, right?” he asked hopefully. “Appalling,” she said truthfully. “He said it felt weird when he was inside. It was so unsettling for him that he couldn’t even keep an erection. He said he couldn’t bring himself to do it with me anymore. Ever again.” “Well, he’s obviously a limp dick and a moron.” “Actually, he’s a doctor.” “Doctors can be limp-dicked morons.”

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.

"Your condition is really severe. You can't even control yourself in a hospital." At the sight of him, Eric scrambled off the bed, pulled on his clothes, and bolted out the door without looking back. I felt even more embarrassed and hurriedly pulled my pants back on. The real doctor began the examination, and I had to admit he was professional. Rather than starting by removing my pants, he first connected me to a series of instruments. Ironically, this proper, clinical approach didn't stir me at all. In contrast, Eric's rough method had instantly triggered my cravings, leaving me desperate, and now my lower stomach still felt hollow and ticklish.

Being stated that their queer as well as mysterious illnesses had gone away, that they’d fully recovered from their strange and illogical illnesses, they were then allowed to go home. “Don’t be too stressed and tense again, Mr. Eriwan, Mr. Erito… Please take care of your health conditions…” said the doctor. Erito coughed gently this time. Eriwan was simply quiet hearing the doctor’s advice. Because their parents were also inside that inpatient room, Erito simply uttered, “That depends, Doctor…” said Erito mysteriously and meaningfully. “What do you mean, Mr. Eriwan…?” Again and again, even this doctor had also recognized the wrong person. Yet, Erito and Eriwan had got accustomed to that and

I turn around to usher the doctor into the house and get this shit over with and when I see who it is, my blood runs cold. He chooses that moment to speak, inclining his head, but he's addressing Cerise's parents. “Contrary to popular opinion, erectile dysfunction is not a sign of future infertility, it's a situation that can be salvaged. I'm Mr Anderson's case, the problem stems from lack of arousal, so maybe his partner needs to do better, or maybe he just isn't attracted to her” His eyes linger on Cerise for a moment waiting for his words to sink in. She looks visibly uncomfortable. Liam has successfully shut her and her parents up. I'm impressed.

The cages rattled violently, and Eric's wounds throbbed as he remembered how he'd been torn to shreds by these creatures. "What, won't you tie me up or something?" He called out to the doctor, surprised that his voice was still steady. "I am, after all, a hostage." The doctor didn't answer—he merely squatted before the beasts, stretched out a hand through the cages and stroked their pitch-black furs. "I'm sure you're wondering why I'm not screaming in fright and scrambling to get out of this room." Eric muttered. "I am not wondering, boy." The doctor said, his English heavy with his Russian accent. "I know."

Matteo and Erica greeted. Erica was my private doctor. She was tall and elegant, with a body every man would lust after. Apart from being my doctor, she was also one of my many mistresses; one who pleased me with her body. “You’re here? Come in.” “I will be on my way, sir,” Matteo muttered. “Sure you can. Have a nice weekend.” I watched as he took his leave. “Sir,” Erica called beside me, her eyes filled with lust. “Finally, I was able to come to this place. I’ve been denied entry so many times.”

I moaned softly as his mouth began to suck on my nipples, while his other hand tried to get into my underwear. "You drive men crazy with your body, Nina!" "Including you, Doctor John?" "Yes, of course! The other day you had a threesome with Doctor Chris and Mr. Edward, right?" "How do you know?" "I'm the owner of this clinic, I have access that others don't. How does it feel to be fucked by two big cocks, Nina? Does it feel that good?" "Yes, it feels very good!" "How about we do it with Doctor Chris tonight?" "Where?"

And she brought her hands up, grasping Madri's legs and pulling her in close, making sure that as the doctor bucked and gyrated that the seal she had on her pussy didn't break. Suddenly Madri sat up and put her hands on Erika's head. She pushed Erika's face hard into her clitoris, but Erika kept sucking. Madri's grip was strong but Erika could feel her doctor's arms shaking. Suddenly, a low moan built from inside of Madri and then she let out a slightly muffled shriek and then flung herself back onto the examination table. Erika felt Madri's entire body go limp and she moved her now soaked mouth away from Madri's pussy and looked as her doctor grinned and panted on the examination table.

My curiosity got the better of me and I finally forced my mouth to speak; "And the white coat?" I asked, my voice coming out quieter than I wanted it to. "The stethoscope? This office? The nurse referred to you as a doctor just a moment ago, so can you explain that as well?” "I am also a surgeon," Eric said simply. "I have been a surgeon for the past ten years." The silence that followed that sentence was so loud I could hear my own heartbeat. "So—" my voice cracked slightly and I stopped and started again. "So you are a mafia boss by night—" I gestured vaguely at the coat "—and a doctor by day?"