Erotic Doctor Story Novels & Stories

He sighed deeply, turned around, and headed to the hospital. Vivian was already waiting for him in the doctor's office and when he arrived, the doctor took him into the examination room where he gave him a thorough check-up. “Aren't you supposed to have an erectile problem?” The doctor asked, scratching the back of his head after he was done with the examination. “I can't find anything wrong with you and you seem perfectly active.” “I don't have any problem doc, I just.. I have reasons and I'd like you to keep this secret. You have to tell her that I do in fact have an erectile problem.” Adrian pleaded, hoping that the doctor would play along but he sighed.

I cried out, the sound swallowed by the bubbles. His thumb found my clit, circling with surgical precision... because of course, the man was a doctor. Every stroke built the tension, my body coiling tight. But he wasn't done teasing. Leaning back, he watched my face, eyes intense. 'Look at you, riding my hand. Does Jake know what a cock-hungry slut his girlfriend is?' The dirty talk made me hotter, my hips grinding down to fuck his fingers deeper. 'No... but you do now.' I captured his mouth in a kiss, messy and desperate, tongues tangling as I tasted whiskey and desire.

“N-Nothing anyway,’ he said. It made the doctor irate as he paused the loud screaming noise coming from his phone as he watched intense and hardcore adult movies. He was feeling his dick bulging out as he looked down his pants. “Look who has come alive,” said the doctor. Keatton looked to where Dr. Karsyn’s eyes were, and he looks away immediately. “Riding my dick and cumming inside your ass for four consecutive in a row didn’t stop Damon junior to harden again,” he loudly said.

the doctor said to a scared Mystrel and sour faced me. Mystrel carried me back to his home with the doctor in tow. When we arrived I growled angrily for them all to leave immediately. I was laid in the bed I shared with Mystrel. He undressed my lower region and the doctor looked between my legs. I was feeling so uncomfortable I didn't even flinch when his latex covered fingers spread my lips apart.

He couldn't wrap his head around what went wrong. “How did you let that happen?” He asked, irritated. No doubt they were careless. “There was a mix up with the tag.“Nurse Silvia swallowed painfully. "Then whose sperm did I use for the procedure earlier?" “The one you used belongs to the Billionaire, Eric Ivan-James.” Doctor Myers plopped down on his office chair in defeat. He took off his reading glasses, tossed it on the table, then massaged his forehead with his fingers, trying to send away the headache that was building up there.

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.

The lead doctor looks from the greatly frightened young woman to the imposing figure with her. “What happened, Mr Helix?” He enquires, keeping his voice respectful, with a hint of deference. He is aware of the powerful man’s reputation and believes he wouldn’t harm the young woman without cause, so it has to be something else that has his patient wailing down the roof. Eros standing beside the bed with a bewildered look on his face turns to look at the doctor, not sure how to answer his question. “I don’t know.” He phrases his answer as if asking a question. Honestly, he has never encountered a situation like this.

by peers worldwide — all successful. She was affiliated with a European multinational medical conglomerate: Ashford Medical Group. Its head: Julian Ashford. Ethan spent three months negotiating, draining the last of his personal accounts to secure hosting rights for a global medical summit. His sole objective was to bring Dr. S to the table and broker a partnership. The invitation was sent out. Forty-seven days later, Ashford Medical's reply consisted of a single line: "Dr. S will attend. But not for a partnership." That same month, two things happened simultaneously.

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.

It was a wolf- smile that made my stomach flip and my knees weak. "There she is," he said. "There's the woman I've been looking for." "I'm not a toy " I said, my voice shaking. "I'm not a puzzle for you to solve. I'm not a project. I'm a doctor. I'm here to do a job. If you touch me again I will report you to the medical board." He laughed, a dark sound that settled deep in my chest and pulsed. "Fine " he said. He walked to the couch and sat down patting the cushion next to him. "Come on Dr. Lara. Let's see how well you take care of me."