Chapter 42 HOT GYNAECOLOGIST EXAMINES MY PUSSY PART 1
KINKS: fingering, doctor/patient, multiple positions
I stepped into Dr. Mason's office, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. The waiting room was quiet, just the soft hum of the air conditioner and the faint scent of antiseptic in the air. I was nervous, but there was something else too—a thrill that made my stomach twist in a good way. I'd heard about Dr. Mason from a friend, how he was not just skilled but... intense. I felt exposed even before the exam started. This was supposed to be routine, but my mind kept wandering to fantasies I'd never admitted to anyone.
The nurse called my name, and I followed her down the hall. She handed me a gown and told me to strip and wait. I did as she said, peeling off my jeans and top, then my bra and panties. The paper gown crinkled against my soft skin as I sat on the exam table, my legs dangling, thighs pressing together to hide how my body was already reacting to the anticipation.
The door opened, and there he was—Dr. Mason. Tall and muscular, his white coat stretched over broad shoulders. His dark hair was neatly combed, and his eyes, sharp and confident, locked onto mine. 'Kylah, right? Let's get started.' His voice was deep, calm, like he owned the room. I nodded, swallowing hard.
He washed his hands at the sink, the water running steady, and I watched the muscles in his forearms flex. His hands were large, capable, and I imagined them touching me. 'Lie back for me,' he said, pulling on gloves with a snap that made me jump a little. I leaned back, my head on the pillow, feet in the stirrups. The cool air hit my exposed pussy, and I felt a flush creep up my neck. He sat on the stool between my legs, his face so close I could smell his clean, masculine scent mixed with soap.
'Just relax,' he murmured, his gloved hands gentle on my knees, spreading them wider. His fingers traced the inside of my thighs, light at first, checking for anything unusual. But then they lingered, and my breath caught. 'You're tense. Breathe.' I tried, but when his hand brushed my folds, a spark shot through me. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, and he noticed. His eyes flicked up to mine, a small smile tugging at his lips. 'Everything looks good so far.'
He pressed a finger against my entrance, sliding it in slowly for the exam. I gasped, my hands gripping the table edges. It wasn't just clinical—his touch was firm, probing deeper, curling inside me. 'Feels like you're responding well,' he said, his voice dropping lower. Another finger joined the first, stretching me, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan. The gloves were smooth, but I could feel the heat of his hand through them. He moved them in and out, slow circles on my clit with his thumb, and wetness coated his fingers. My pussy clenched around him, aching for more.
'So responsive,' he whispered, his eyes dark with something hungry. 'Does that feel okay?'
My legs trembled as I stood, my voice a mere whisper. "Yes... Doctor." The word felt tainted on my tongue, a dark arousal coursing through my veins. He pumped his fingers faster, the obscene wet sounds echoing off the sterile walls. I arched my back, my ample breasts straining against the flimsy gown, nipples pebbled with desire.
Emotions swirled within me - trust and raw, animalistic need. This man, so professional yet so dominant, was unraveling me with just his touch. His gloved fingers delved deeper, stroking that sweet spot inside me. My hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more friction.
He pulled his fingers out, leaving me aching and empty. I whimpered at the loss, craving his touch once more. Rising from the exam table, my legs shook with anticipation. He peeled off the bloodied gloves and tossed them carelessly aside.
"I think we need a closer look," he stated, his tone brooking no argument. The bed loomed behind me, padded and wide, its purpose far exceeding medical exams. I slid off the table, my movements clumsy with need. Laying back on the crisp sheets, I watched him shrug off his white coat, revealing a tailored shirt that hugged his broad chest. My heart pounded against my ribs as he climbed over me, his body hovering just inches from mine.
"Tell me if it's too much," he murmured, but his hands were already pushing the gown up, exposing my curves to his hungry gaze. The cool air kissed my heated skin, making me shiver. His mouth found mine in a searing kiss, his tongue plundering my depths with wild abandon. I kissed him back, desperate and needy, my fingers tangling in his dark hair.
He broke away, trailing open-mouthed kisses down my neck. Sucking hard on my pulse point, he left a mark of possession. Reaching my breasts, he yanked the flimsy gown aside, freeing them from their confines. His mouth latched onto one hardened peak, tongue swirling and teeth grazing just enough to make me cry out.
His hand slid between my thighs once more, no barriers this time - skin on skin. Two thick fingers plunged into my dripping core, and I bucked against him wildly. "Fuck, you're soaking wet for me," he growled, his voice rough with desire. I could only moan in response, my hips lifting to meet his thrusts. He finger-fucked me hard, his thumb rubbing tight circles on my throbbing clit.
The pressure built inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until I was panting and begging for release. But just as I was about to topple over the edge, he pulled back. I whimpered in protest, my body throbbing with unfulfilled need.
Unbuckling his belt, he released his cock from its confines. Thick and hard, it sprang free, veins pulsing with arousal. I stared at it hungrily, my mouth watering at the sight. He stroked himself once, pre-cum beading at the swollen tip.
"You want this?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.