Playing Doctor Sex Stories Novels & Stories

"For me, it's not an issue since it's my profession though that doesn't mean I always agree to have sex with just anyone. But considering Nina and I are collaborating on her debut content, I see it as a benefit for me, too. However, for you, Pierre. I think it's a bit reckless for a 'respectable doctor' to film a sex scene and sell the video online." "Hahaha... a 'respectable doctor,' huh? Am I really a respectable doctor? I’ve asked Nina to have sex with me plenty of times in my office during the clinic's busiest hours. Would a respectable doctor do something like that?" Pierre calmly responded to Jake's statement, acting as if his plan wasn't something to worry about. "Is that so? So, you

When I came, my thighs trembled around his shoulders. He rose, wiping his mouth with a satisfied smirk, then kissed me so I could taste myself on his tongue. “We’ll finish this properly tonight at my place,” he promised, helping me straighten my clothes. We slipped out separately, hearts racing. Back on the floor, reality crashed in quickly. Dr. Ryan Hayes appeared for a consult on one of my patients. His face lit up when he saw me. “Lila! You’re back. Looking strong. Need any help with that lift?”

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

They had been having sex frequently, almost four times a day, and Jax was worried he might have overdone it. Richy felt the blunt, slick pressure of the doctor’s gloved finger against his puckered hole and gasped, his fingers clawing at the paper covering the exam table. The pressure increased and Richy cried out, instantly clamping hard, just to keep that finger from sliding into his intimate area. It felt unnatural, and he didn't like it. “Breathe out,” Dr Stanley instructed, his voice cold. The finger pushed past the tight ring of muscle and Richy’s body resisted, clenched, then yielded until the doctor’s finger was deep inside him. Richy panted, tears springing to his eyes.

the doctor smiled at Aya. "He's quite proficient too. Loraine said he has had over 150 sexual encounters and he's so good he gets stabbed a lot," Aya related. I wasn't sure how one led to the other, though they did. "Do you like having sex with women, Cáel?" the doctor teased me. "Not when I'm sleeping," I sighed. "I keep him safe when he's sleeping," Aya provided. "Its real serious work." "Aya sleeps in your bed?" the doctor was a tad bit suspicious.

He asked with lots of concern. "No, I haven't," she answered. “Maybe this is not such a good idea" the doctor hesitated. “No, please don't stop," Laura replied, pulling him to her. When he saw the curve of her hip rounding off to the mystery beneath her navel, all of his reservations quickly went away. She tried to touch his cock but the boxer was on the way. Half sitting she removed the troublesome boxers, and finally the cock stood erect in front of her face. Her mouth went to its tip giving the massive member a kiss. The doctor held her head, she ran her tongue all the way down to the shaft. There was no taste to it, just the smell of sex in the air. When she reached the base she rolled h

Dr. Cameron James I was watching her stumble toward the loo when this massive, broad-shouldered bloke strode up to my table and sat down without so much as a word. “So, you like drugging girls so they’ll sleep with you, do you?” His voice was calm but thick with disgust. “You’d think a decent-looking doctor could get all the pussy he wants without slipping something into their drinks.” Oh, bloody brilliant. Another fucking Yank. “I hear you like to drug women and fuck them in disgusting places without using protection,” he added quietly. “Then you walk away pretending you don’t even know them,”

the doctor asked, pushing his glasses back on. Mrs Smith’s eyes flicked to Tracy. “Oh,” Tracy began, lowering her head, embarrassed. “Tracy, speak up,” Mrs Smith snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. Tracy fidgeted, rubbing her neck. “Erm… I had rough sex with a man. He was… huge. If you get what I mean.” She hesitated, avoiding the doctor’s eyes. “He took a blue pill because I wanted him to last longer. So, erm… we went at it for a while. I started bleeding after.”

********* After the stressful shopping she did that Friday, Daphne ate dinner, shower in the hotel bathroom and tune in to the already started Sex Doctor radio program. ********* After numerous complaints from the callers about their sex lives, Alex who was in a bad mood through the week got pissed, " look ladies and gentlemen, if you don't enjoy sex with your partner then step it up! Bring in toys, try new things, talk dirty or bring in a third party, infact just dump them and look for someone else" Roland stood behind the glass, waving his hand as he tried to get Alex attention, he quickly announced it was time for a short break, Roland tune on some music and stormed angrily into Alex boot

Just then, someone stepped forward from the crowd. "Isn’t this the doctor from yesterday, the one responsible for that botched surgery? I heard he caused his patient's death, and then committed suicide for fear of being punished. I suppose it's one life for another, but pity the victim’s family! The poor lady. So young, and already widowed by her husband's death..." Tears still streaking my face, I stood up and bowed deeply to the person who spoke.