Chapter 105 Perverted doctor 1
My name is Dr. Frank, and I have a confession to make. People think I spent years in medical school because I wanted to save lives. That is a lie. I became a gynecologist for one reason: I love pussy. I am a pervert, yes, I know, and I’m damn good at it. I love the smell of the exam room, the sight of a woman’s legs in the stirrups, and the way they tremble when I touch them "professionally."
Do the women complain? Never. They leave my office with a glow they can’t explain to their husbands.
Today, the door to my office opened, and a couple walked in. Luke and Desiree. Luke looked like a supportive husband—nice suit, worried face. Desiree was a total knockout. She had long, dark hair and curves that her sundress could barely hide. They were here because they couldn't get pregnant. They wanted answers.
"Doctor, we’ve tried everything," Luke said, holding Desiree’s hand. "We just want to know what’s wrong."
"I understand," I said, putting on my best "trust me" face. I looked at Desiree. She looked nervous, but I could see a spark in her eyes. "We need to do a very deep, internal exam. It’s the only way to check the sensitivity of the nerves.”
I led them to the exam room. I had a thick, blue curtain that split the room in half. The setup was perfect. The curtain was positioned so that it literally separated Desiree’s body. Her top half, her head, and her arms were on Luke’s side. He sat there, holding her hand and whispering sweet things to her. But her bottom half—her hips, her long legs, and her beautiful pussy—were on my side of the curtain. He could talk to her and hold her hand, but he had no idea what I was doing to the rest of her.
"Okay, Desiree," I whispered as she lay back. "Put your feet in the stirrups for me."
She did. Her legs spread wide, revealing her soft, pink center. She wasn't wearing any underwear. She was already glistening. I snapped on my latex gloves. The sound was sharp in the quiet room.
"Now, Luke," I called out through the curtain. "I’m starting the exam. I need Desiree to be very vocal so I can track her nerve responses. You just stay there and keep her calm."
"I’m right here, honey," Luke called back. I could hear him squeezing her hand on the other side.
I moved between Desiree’s legs. I didn't start with the medical tools. I started with my fingers. I brushed against her outer folds. Slide. Rub. She was so soft. Damn…
"I’m going to check the clitoral sensitivity now, Desiree," I said loudly. "This is a standard test for fertility hormones. Tell me if you feel any... pressure."
I didn't just touch it. I used my thumb to pin her clit against her pelvic bone. Then, I began to rub in slow, heavy circles. Rub.
"Mmm-nnn-gh..." Desiree let out a soft moan. Her hips gave a tiny jerk.
"Are you okay, Desiree?" Luke asked from behind the curtain. He sounded worried.
"She's fine, Luke," I said, my voice calm and professional while my thumb worked faster. "The nerves are just responding to the stimulus. It’s a good sign."
I increased the pressure. I used my other hand to spread her wide, exposing her pulsing hole to the cold air of the office. I leaned in, my face inches from her wetness. I could smell her. She smelled like honey and heat.
"Ohhh... mmm... ugh... ahhh!" Desiree’s moans were getting louder. She gripped the handles of the exam table, her knuckles turning white. "Doctor... ugh... that feels... mmm-nnn-gh..."
"Is it supposed to sound like that, Doctor?" Luke asked. I could hear him shifting in his chair.
"Yes, Luke," I said, my voice calm and professional while my thumb worked faster. "This is completely normal. It shows the procedure is working. The more she makes that sound, the more the blood is flowing to her reproductive organs. It’s exactly what we want."
I wasn't done. I moved my thumb faster, creating a wet, slapping sound. Squish. Slap. Squish. I watched her pussy lips swell and turn a deep red. She was dripping now, her juices coating my glove.
"OHHH! MMM-NNN! AHHH!" Desiree was thrashing her head from side to side. She forgot her husband was even there. She forgot she was in a doctor’s office. She was lost in the friction.
"Doctor? She sounds like she’s in... a lot of 'work,'" Luke said, his voice trembling a little.
"She’s doing great, Luke," I said. I slid two fingers deep inside her while my thumb continued to grind. I felt her internal muscles snap shut around my fingers, milking them.
"OHHH! DOCTOR! OHHH! AHHH!" Desiree wailed. She arched her back, her pussy pulsing violently against my hand. She hit a massive climax right there on the table, her body shaking as she flooded my glove with her heat. The white paper covering the exam table was completely soaked, a dark, wet circle forming under her hips from the sheer amount of her cream.
I pulled my hand back, watching her chest heave as she tried to catch her breath. I looked at the curtain. I could see Luke’s shadow. He was frozen, still holding her hand while she trembled from the orgasm I gave her.
"The first phase of the nerve test is complete," I said, my voice dropping into a low, predatory tone. "Now I need to check the internal pH balance with a more direct method. Desiree, stay very still."
I didn't wait. I leaned forward and buried my face between her legs. My mouth connected with her hot, pulsing pussy. I used my tongue to lap up the fresh juices of her climax, swirling it around her clit in heavy, wet circles. Slurp.
"Mmm-nnn-gh! AHH! OH GOD!" Desiree screamed, her fingers digging into Luke's hand on the other side of the curtain. Her hips bucked wildly against my face.
I pulled away for a second, my chin glistening with her wetness. I looked up at the curtain, knowing Luke was right there.
"Is it... is it painful, Desiree? We can
stop," I asked loudly, my voice dripping with fake concern.