The Medical Exam
Regular medical checkups had become an integral part of my lifestyle. I considered them a necessity in my line of work. My longtime doctor knew me so well by then that he could even examine me over the phone. He knew what I did, what I needed, and I, in turn, knew what to expect from him, so my visits had become routine. And when an unexpected problem arose, he would resolve it quickly, discreetly, and without fuss. It was important to me to have someone like that and not have to worry. During my last visit, he told me he was moving to another city, and if I wanted to continue seeing him, it would be quite a distance away. Otherwise, a female doctor would be taking over his practice here. I was very surprised and felt sorry about it. I didn’t want to commute several dozen kilometers out of town, and I hadn’t had good experiences with female doctors. So I had no choice but to look for a doctor in my area. And I was lucky. I found a doctor who was about my age, and that suited me.
Even during the initial exam, he was pleasant, gentle, and sensitive. Gradually, I became convinced that he would be a good fit for me and that we’d get along. Little did I know just how much! The time for my next checkup was approaching, so I called to make an appointment. To my surprise, the doctor took over for the nurse and scheduled me for a late-afternoon appointment. I found that strange, because he knew I worked starting at nine, and the nurse always scheduled me first thing in the morning. “He’s probably just swamped,” I thought to myself, and didn’t give it another thought.
On the day I went to the center, the weather was awful and it was raining. And since the weather was getting worse by the minute and it was pouring, I sent a message to my boyfriend asking if he could come pick me up. I was sitting in the waiting room all by myself, so I thought I’d be done right away. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. About half an hour passed, during which time my boyfriend managed to arrive. He was strangely cheerful; he sat down next to me and started talking right away. “Wouldn’t you rather wait for me in the car?” I asked him, because I know he’s not exactly comfortable with this. Instead of answering, he unexpectedly reached under my skirt and started running his fingers over my pussy. I looked at him to see if he’d lost his mind, but it was pretty turned on in such an unusual place and really got me going. Kinky fantasies started racing through my head, and as I looked around, I tried to figure out where we could slip away together. “Don’t you want to stop? What will he think of me?” I whispered, but deep down I wished he wouldn’t stop. There was nothing I could do about it anyway, because with every move he made, my arousal intensified. He didn’t respond to my question and continued even more intensely. “Hey, you’re stepping on the doctor’s toes. I’m already wet enough!” I added, pressing my legs together.
I was almost at the point of orgasm when the door to the doctor’s office opened, and—horny as hell—I was told to come in. “Well, thanks a lot!” I said to him, grabbed my purse, and headed for the door. It all happened so fast that I rushed through the nurses’ station, said hello to the doctor, and without a second thought headed straight for the exam table, hiked my skirt up to my waist, and spread my legs. I wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible so I could finish what my boyfriend and I had started. “I see you’re not wasting any time,” the doctor said with a smile, jotted something down, and stepped toward me. He began examining my labia and, with a friendly remark that I was unusually wet today, ran his thumb over my clitoris. I closed my eyes, bit my lip, and tried not to think about anything. But the moment his fingers slipped into my sinful pussy, I couldn’t hold back any longer and came. I don’t know if it was obvious, but he must have noticed something. I could feel my thighs trembling, my muscles clenching around his fingers inside me, and my calves tensing spasmodically. I acted as if nothing had happened. He felt me up, pulled his fingers out, took off his gloves, stood up, and without a word went to the desk to write something down. I almost peed myself. I thought I’d get down and leave, but since he didn’t say anything, I stayed lying there spread-eagled on the examination table and waited. The doctor went next door to see the nurse, closed the door slightly, and they chatted for a bit. I was left alone in the exam room, bored. I reached between my legs, and it was awful. He was right—my pussy was dripping all the way down to my ass. I wiped my fingers on the pad and, playing with my nipple through my blouse, thought about quickly coming one more time. Just as I was having this perverted thought, the doctor came back, stood next to me, and put his hand on my leg. He started explaining that everything was fine, that he’d do an ultrasound, and all that kind of talk, which went in one ear and out the other. All the while, he kept his hand on my thigh. “Damn it, stop touching me or I’m going to lose my mind,” I kept repeating to myself, and I turned my head to the side, where my gaze was drawn to the bulge in his pants. I smiled, already sensing that he’d probably noticed my orgasm and it hadn’t left him indifferent. Maybe he thought he was the one who turned me on, because he had no idea what kind of mood I was in when I walked in. Even though those were all just my own lewd assumptions, it didn’t change a thing about that cute sight. I was expecting him to let me go already and was looking forward to joining my boyfriend in the waiting room. But he kept talking and gradually moved closer to the examination table until his pants were within reach. I heard the door to the nurses’ station slam shut, and something told me I wouldn’t be seeing my boyfriend anytime soon. It was clear what was going on here, but I didn’t understand why it had to be me, or what was expected of me. I made myself comfortable, placed my hand along my body on the edge of the exam table, and waited for his next move. He slid his hand all the way down to my flushed crotch, and the bulge in his pants gently brushed against my palm—until I could feel its warmth! I took it as a challenge, boldly running my hand over his protruding bulge and tensely awaiting his reaction. We looked at each other, and it was clear. He unzipped his pants, and I gently pulled it out and started stroking him. He didn’t waste any time and immediately returned the favor. He pulled a glove out of nowhere, put it on, and slid his middle finger into my pussy. He moved it gently inside me while rubbing my clit with his palm. It was so perversely wild and, at the same time, incredibly arousing that I completely forgot about my boyfriend in the waiting room. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of the clock above the door, and it was clear that I wasn’t just jerking off my doctor’s cock—I was also running out of time. I started to worry that my boyfriend might be freaked out, thinking something serious was happening. I eagerly thrust against his hand, moaning quietly and shamelessly enjoying this new experience. I expected him to fuck me in the ass or for us to go next door to the examination table. Nothing like that happened, and after a few minutes, the doctor came all over my stomach, and I leaked into his hand like some unsatisfied, horny slut. I was so thrown off by it that I quickly climbed down from the stool, pulled my skirt and blouse over his cum—which was running beautifully down my stomach toward my pussy—said goodbye to the doctor, and bolted out of the office.
“Finally! I was starting to think I’d be stuck here forever,” my friend said, getting up and heading for the exit so we could leave. I motioned for him to stay seated and went to sit down behind him. “So, how did it go? Is everything okay? And why are you so flustered?” he bombarded me with questions right away. I didn’t know how to tell him, so instead of answering, I took his hand and slipped it under my mini-skirt between my legs. His eyes widened so much they almost popped out of his head. He pulled his hand out—completely wet and sticky. “And this time it’s not lube,” I managed to say in a shaky voice, “it’s all your fault!” I also pointed to my blouse, soaked with cum, which was sticking to my stomach and feeling pleasantly cool. I waited in horror for his reaction and began to feel guilty, because I’d never done anything like this to him without him knowing about it beforehand or without us agreeing on it. I noticed that it was apparently turning him on, and I calmed down a little. “Don’t you feel like continuing what you started here an hour ago?” I asked cautiously, breaking the tense silence. “Hmm, so in the end, it’s my fault that you can’t keep your legs together,” he muttered, and our eyes met at the door with the doll. We didn’t wait any longer and disappeared into the bathroom.
Right behind the door, I bent over the sink, and before I even had time to fully pull up my mini-skirt, I already had him in my pussy. I wanted to scream with pleasure. We hadn’t been fucking for even a minute, and my whole ass—skirt and all—was already covered in cum. I didn’t care anymore and didn’t even wipe myself off. One load was dripping out of my pussy, and another was running down my ass. “You’re such a slut,” he said with a smile and slapped my ass. At that moment, I knew I had his blessing. I was completely in shock from everything, and I don’t even know how we got home. After dinner, we settled into the couch and opened a bottle. “Can you please explain to me what actually happened there and what went down?” he asked seriously, because the horny curiosity was no longer audible in his voice. “Well, this time I’m completely innocent,” I replied and began to vividly describe what had gone on in the doctor’s office with the doctor. In my mind, I relived it all over again, until my voice faltered at times. It turned us both on all over again, and before I could even finish telling the whole story, I was lying on my back again—but this time on the bed—imagining myself doing it with the doctor on the examination table. An incredibly beautiful afternoon and evening that I’ll never forget.
I became friends with the doctor. He eventually confided in me that he doesn’t have a partner right now, so he occasionally uses escort services. And while he was browsing the internet, he stumbled upon me by chance and wanted to come see me, but couldn’t bring himself to call me. He said that on the afternoon I was at his office, he just couldn’t hold back any longer, so he decided to take advantage of the situation. That made sense, because he was the only one who could recognize me with my face covered. Today we use each other’s services, and when he books me as his last patient in the afternoon, it’s a sign that I have to put on some sexier lingerie, and in addition to the usual exam—if time and the mood allow—we’ll satisfy each other. It’s not quite like the first time anymore, but it’s still exciting and a nice way to spice up our sex life. My boyfriend doesn’t drive me there anymore because I once didn’t get back for three hours. You can probably imagine how that went.
