Novel & Cerita The Sex Doctor

Doctor Beiber said after doing a few more checks on Desiree. “Please excuse,” the doctor said and was about to leave when Desiree stopped her by saying her name. “Yes?” Doctor Beiber turned with a brow of expectation raised. “Is something wrong, Desiree?” “No. I just want to ask you something,” Desiree said, her cheek burning up. She asked, “We can have sex, right?” Gerald nearly choked, while Doctor Beiber had an amused look on her face before she answered, “Yes, you can have sex, Desiree. It's absolutely safe.”

the doctor says gently. I stop breathing for a second. Keenan leans closer, his hand coming to rest near my shoulder, not touching but as if he’s giving me space and support at the same time. “That is you baby,” the doctor continues. “Strong and steady. I can tell you the sex.” I swallow hard. “You already know.” She smiles. “We can tell you the sex today if you want to know.” I look at Keenan and he was already looking at me. “Do you want to know,” he asks quietly.

She rushed in and caught sight of me thrashing and trying to get off the exam table. "What are you embarrassed about?" she snapped. "To a doctor, gender doesn't matter. They're just here to help you!" Then, she hurried forward and pinned me in place. "Dr. Hayes, examine her now!" "I want a different doctor!" I shouted, my voice hoarse. My mom shot back, "Do you know how hard it is to get an appointment here? I spent three days glued to my phone just to secure this slot, and now you want to leave?"

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?”

She said, pointing at her stomach. "What if this isn't a real baby inside me, what if it's a balloon or something?" She asked. "Have you had sex before?" He asked to be sure. "Yes, three times." She said without a pause. "Okay. So now, let's get some thing straight. If you've had sex three times, then it means this is no balloon but a baby in there, a very fast growing baby." "Hold on a second, doctor, I wanna understand where exactly you're heading to. How the fu*k is that possible?" She asked, confused.

"I blame it all on myself. For my lack of using protection during sex." I roll my eyes. Of course, he can't just be appropriately excited. Always have to act all moody. "Mr. and Mrs. Sterling?" called the nurse, ushering us into the examination room. As we settle into our seats, the anticipation seems to hum through the air like electricity. The doctor, a kind middle-aged woman with a warm smile, enters the room carrying a clipboard. "Hello, Sarah and Vincent," she says warmly. "How are you both feeling today?"

He wanted to run room by room until he found her, but he couldn't do that with other patients. He looks around and sees a list of specialties with the doctors' names on the wall. The clinic was big. There were everything from cardiology to plastic surgery, and then they had specialties divided into teams, and one caught his attention. He had never paid attention to the fact that there were sex change surgeries in the US, much less that the team had gynecologists, urologists, pelvic pain specialists, and a reconstructive plastic surgeon. Medical tricks to cut off a dick and balls or to insert a fake penis that doesn't even have an erection.

So, with a new curiosity and bravery, she walked past all the men that stared at her eagerly and went up onto stage to the hot doctor. “Do you want to help me explore the female sexuality?” Dr. Vex asked her with a seductive grin. “Yes.” She answered quickly. “You are okay with all the men in this room taking part in your sexuality?” He walked up close to her and ran his finger gently across her cheek. “Are you open to being touched and explored by us?” She didn’t need to think, she wanted to be touched by a man so bad she practically threw herself onto the medical table next to him.

He slid my pant towards the side then slide a lubricated, gloved finger along my entrance, paused to let me adjust, then eased that finger inside. It stayed there for a full minute, and I held my breath as a tight, electric ache curled through me; my pussy clenched in anticipation while my heart thundered against my ribs. The doctor was quite handsome, and I forced my gaze to the ceiling so I wouldn’t get lost in him. Suddenly a minute felt like an hour. Then he withdrew his finger with a soft sigh. “When was the last time you had sex?” he asked, his voice stern, eyes locked on mine like he was already dissecting me.

His fingers joined his mouth, two of them sliding inside me. "What… what’s that, doctor?” “I need to remove all the semen inside you. For a proper diagnosis,” he explained. I nodded, my voice caught in my throat. "Okay… okay, doctor,” I whispered. Even though it was a checkup… I didn't want it to stop. I wanted him to eat me all day. Wanted him to fuck me like Alex and Sean. God, I can't do without having sex— it has become addictive. His fingers moved in and out of my wet pussy, scooping, and stretching, while his tongue worked my clit. He kept going for what felt like an eternity, my hips grinding against his face, my moans growing louder.