“Beth?” the front desk assistant called.
I stood with my bubbly smile, “Yes?”
“The doctor will see you now,” the assistant said.
I put my cell phone away in my small pink purse and exited the waiting area for the back halls of the doctor’s office. It was February 14th, and everything was decorated in this office. Mini stuffed bears sat on the assistant’s desk, the walls were covered in pink, red, and yellow hearts like a trail leading me to my office, and the nurses wore cute stickers across their tops. I even passed a handsome doctor with a miniature pink stuffed bear in his breast pocket. The bear had a white coat and a stethoscope around its neck. It was so cute I shrunk my head and giggled as I passed the man. He looked over his shoulder at me with a raised eyebrow and a half smile, and I turned an even brighter shade of pink.
Picking up my pace, I quickly hurried around the corner to catch up with the nurse I followed. I never was very good with boys, and my shyness must not have been a huge turn-on for them because this was my first Valentine’s Day with a boyfriend. At twenty-one years old and finally in college and away from my religious parents, I was starting to blossom into the woman I am rather than the ‘good girl’ mold my mommy and daddy wanted me to fit. I didn’t think I would become bad girl or anything, but it’d be nice to make my own mistakes… try new things…
Like sex…
“Okay, Beth. I have some questions for you,” the nurse said after sitting me down in the patient room. I sat at the front of my chair, with a straight back and my knees pressed together. Some habits die hard. It’s the product of 12 years of private Catholic school.
“Have you had any particular issues you’d like to discuss with the doctor?” she asked.
“No,” I said.
“Are you currently sexually active?”
I hesitated half a beat before answering, “No.”
I shrunk a little where I sat because I almost said, ‘Not yet.’ I had only been dating Ben for 6 weeks, but our make-out sessions and dry humping had become almost embarrassingly hot and heavy. This past weekend, I nearly orgasmed twice with his hands down my shirt and his hard bulge in his jeans pressed against my skirt-covered crotch. I figured Valentine’s Day was as good a day as any to lose my V-card, especially since I had already decided I wouldn’t wait for marriage.
The only thing that made me hesitate was I kind of already knew Ben wouldn’t last as a boyfriend. We were set up by a mutual friend who thought we’d be a good match. We’re both churchgoers, shy, quiet, and polite. Don’t get me wrong, I like that he’s a good man, but I guess I’m attracted to more of a… rougher man. Controlling? Less passive? More dominant is probably a better way to put it.
I kept that side of my personality well hidden. Geez, would my friends lose their minds if they knew how much of a secret depraved slut I really am. I continued answering questions for a few minutes, all the while stealing glances at the contraption of a chair or bed in the center of the room. It looked like a prop used in one of the adult film scenes I had watched not too long ago. When it came time to strip naked, slide on the paper gown, and sit in the gynecological chair, I was doing all I could to keep from getting excited. For this, I was glad the nurse and doctor I selected for the exam were both women; it kept my anxiety at bay.
Finally, once I was in position with my legs open in the stirrups and a sheet over my thighs, the nurse left the room, stating the doctor would be with me soon. Minutes turned into five minutes, then ten minutes, and by the time fifteen minutes approached, my boredom, mixed with my erotic position, caused my imagination to run wild. It wasn’t until minutes later that I realized my cheeks were warm and likely flushed from my naughty fantasies. As if timed perfectly by a higher power, I thought I felt a drip fall down my vagina lips to the bottom of my butt just as there was a sharp double knock on the door before a familiar man walked in.
A man! A man! Not a woman! My thoughts screamed at me as the sight nearly sent me scrambling from my current position into a scrambling mess, searching for hiding.
PART II
Luckily, my fear of embarrassing myself kept me still, though my heart hammered in my chest, and my mind ran a thousand miles an hour.
“I apologize for your wait; I’m Dr. Mason. Dr. Julian had to go home, and I’m taking over her patients for the day,” he said, glancing up at me from the chart in his hands. He did a double take, then a triple take before staring at me with a warm, infectious smile growing on his square jaw. “Hey, I know you… you’re the girl who was laughing at my Mr. Miggles.”
The man looked down, gesturing at the stuffed animal dressed as a doctor in his breast pocket. I nearly died in a brief panic, and I could only giggle with wide eyes for a moment.
“Sorry,” I croaked, “I-I just thought he was really cute.”
He laughed, setting my chart down and stuffing his hands into his pocket. My kids got it for me for Valentine’s Day; I told them I’d wear it around all day.”
When I heard about his kids, my heart went from pounding my chest to throbbing inside me. Lost in his dreamy eyes and perfect auburn hair, I imagined what our own kids would look like in an instant. The brief fantasy became much different when he removed his white doctor’s coat and revealed his dark gray shirt, which hugged his bulky arms.
“It’s hard to be serious and complete an exam with Mr. Miggles in your pocket, though,” he said, giving me a wink, “Somethings Mr. Miggles shouldn’t see.”
I was attempting to decipher his slick smile, wink, and comment when he sat on the stool in front of my open legs, and I remembered I was naked. It was a brief and failed attempt, but I tried to close my legs and shrink my knees into my chest like I normally would have done, but the contraption my legs rested on prevented it. Even though it wasn’t true, it felt as though I was bound in these stirrups and fixed to this chair as if it was a bondage device for keeping a slut in place. The thought stirred me, and my helplessness left me wanting. Wanting to be used, wanting to be taken advantage of…
“Alright, let’s see here,” Dr. Mason said, peaking over the sheet draped over my legs. I heard latex gloves being put on and instrument movement beneath the sheet, not far from my exposed bare vagina, but all I could see was Dr. Mason’s powerful eyes, “Is this your first gynecological exam?”
“Yes,” I squeaked.
“You a university student?”
“Mmmhmm,” I hummed.
“Alright, you’re going to just feel me poking around down here a bit, checking some things; if you get uncomfortable or need me to stop, just let me know, okay? Don’t worry, you’re in good hands,” he said, giving me another wink before disappearing beneath the sheet.
Dr. Mason didn’t wait for me to respond before I felt warm hands placed on the inside of both my thighs. His palms rubbed up and down closer to my sex than any man had ever been before. I gasped silently. One good thing about the sheet was he couldn’t see my facial expressions.
“Just warming up my hands here, don’t want to freeze you out,” he said. His voice sounded distant and elsewhere. “What year are you in college?”
He spoke casually as if his hands weren’t inching closer to my vagina. I felt his finger brush over my vagina lips, and my eyes went wide, mouth agape. Swallowing, I blinked, remembering he asked me a question.
“Second, um, second year. I’m a sophomore,” I said.
“Very good. That’s a fun year,” he said, but he was more distracted now. I felt my lips part, and one of his fingers entered me. “You’re not the new kid on the block like freshmen… but you’re young enough still to have some fun.”
My toes curled, and I pursed my lips the deeper he pressed inside me.
“Mmmhmm,” I managed to reply.
I could feel him moving inside me. The finger probed this way and that, probing my walls, feeling my insides. During these minutes, I focused on trying to calm myself and keep myself from being any more embarrassing. From what I knew of my body, I was sure I was already quite wet down there. Heaven forbid if it gets so bad, I feel him having to towel me down, or God help me if I were to accidentally orgasm from his touch.
God, I think I might die if that happened.
Stealing myself, I took a deep breath and released it slowly, trying to relax and put my mind elsewhere. Somewhere stale and unrousing.
“You still with me up there?” he asked with concern in his voice.
“Mmmhmm,” I replied.
“Remember, just say the word, and I can stop the exam, okay?”
“Mmmhmm.”
It was then that I realized I never stood a chance at stopping this train. The cart was on the tracks, and moving, I was but a passenger.
God, I want him so bad!
Dr. Mason’s fingers continued to explore my insides, but what changed was how he did. his finger began to slide out of my hole after each exploration, then would promptly push back inside as it rubbed a different section. I clenched, thinking I could white knuckle through the moment of pleasure, but by the fourth penetration, I realized this was a losing battle. The sound of his finger squishing inside of me permeated through the small exam room as did the odor of my arousal.
The pace of his insertions was steady, slow, but constant, and fighting my body’s natural reactions was a losing strategy. My lips parted as my breathing increased to a low pant. The stirrups rattled as my legs tried to close but couldn’t. Without thought, my hips raised and lowered to meet Dr. Mason’s touch.
“Oh…” I mumbled, “God…”
“What’s that?” he asked.
My mind worked slowly as it swam in a viscous warm bath. By the time I realized what was happening, it was too late. It was happening.
“Oh, God…” I whimpered, and his fingers didn’t slow. The orgasm came and struck hard. Biting my lower lip was the only way I managed to keep from screaming out loud. My vision became blurred as my hips trembled, and I clenched onto Dr. Mason’s finger. The orgasm was stronger than anything myself or my toys could ever achieve. But as soon as the rush of pleasure faded, sheer horror and anxiety took its place.
Oh, God, what have I done!
“Beth? Are you alright?” Dr. Mason asked. His voice was patronizingly tender, as if he was my father.
“Mmmhmm, yes,” I gasped. Panic overcame me when his fingers stopped, and I saw him glance above the sheet. Whatever my body hadn’t disclosed, my face surely did.
“Just checking on—oh, Beth, you’re bleeding,” Dr. Mason said with concern in his eyes as he removed his gloves and came around to my side.
I licked my lip and tasted what he saw. The corner of my lower lip was cut from my teeth, and a dabble of blood reddened my lip. Taking a paper towel sheet from the dispenser, Dr. Mason wetted it with warm water from the sink. With confidence I hadn’t felt before, he scooped his hand around the back of my head, holding me in place while his other hand gently pressed the moist towel to my lower lip.
“Mm,” I winced at first from the sting. Staring up at the man who held me as if I was his, it took everything to keep from begging him to take me. The orgasm he left me with had made me hungry for more.
The orgasm… he must think you are such a freak.
“Sorry,” I blurted out as he adjusted the towel.
Dr. Mason smirked down at me, “Don’t be. It’s normal. It happens to most women.”
“Really?” I asked in amazement.
“Sure. I don’t mind at all,” he said in a way that made me wonder if he liked making me orgasm. If he was trying to make it happen. That it pleased him, and I found myself wanting to do whatever I could to please him. Satisfied with what he saw on my lip, Dr. Mason tossed the paper towel away. “Do you want to continue, or are you do you want to finish the exam?”
“I’ll finish,” I said.
He smiled approvingly, “Good. Now, Beth, are you sexually active?” he asked, returning to between my legs.
“No.”
“You’re a virgin?” he asked, glancing up to meet my gaze.
“Yes,” I whispered, shrinking under his attention.
“Do you plan to start having sex soon?” he asked.
“Y-Yes,” I stuttered and turned red.
He nodded, “Okay, the next exam is going to involve some of my instruments. I’m going to warm them up so they don’t freeze you out, but they might be a little uncomfortable for you. The same rules apply. Just say the word, and I’ll stop. Okay?”
“Okay.”
PART III
Hands returned to my tender inner thighs, but they felt different this time. They were warmer, softer, and better. His hand quickly slid to my moist vagina, and I felt his fingers slide up to my clitoris, and my eyebrows went tall. One brush over my clit was all it took for me to gasp and scream in silence before his hand went back down to my tight little hole. My head pressed back into the headrest as he reentered me. The sound my sex made as he slid in and out of me told me how wet I was, and it was then I realized what was different. I hadn’t heard Dr. Mason put on medical gloves this time.
He’s fingering me with his bare hands… I thought and nearly melted into the chair. Such a tiny act was huge. It was one less layer between us, and it was one less layer to the ruse that my first orgasm was an accident on his part. Dr. Mason knows what he is doing…
This time, after only a handful of penetrations, he stopped, and I felt a new device. The shock of its placement and temperature made me jump. I felt a cool cylinder shape press against my butt cheeks and rub back and forth in my butt crack.
“It’s okay,” Dr. Mason said to me soothingly. “Just warming it up.”
I felt his hot breath as he spoke, hitting my inner thigh just below my knee. I imagined his lips hovering over my sex and felt a drip fall from my slit. The pressure I felt on my anus didn’t help either. The cylinder he used had parted my butt cheeks and rubbed back and forth on my tight anus. I hadn’t experimented much with that part of my body, but the pressure of him reaming me built a pleasurable sensation. I was desperate for him to put something inside me.
When he did slide the cylinder up to my dripping slit, I first felt his other hand grip my inner thigh just to the right of my sex. Suddenly, an object pressed on my tight slit and applied more and more pressure until I didn’t think I could take it anymore.
“Alright, slight push,” he said, and I swore his lips kissed my thigh.
“Mmm hmm…” I hummed as I felt the cylinder spread me and begin to bore deeper inside my vagina. “Mmm—ohmmm…”
“There you go,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice, “It just slit right in, you’re a good patient. Didn’t even have to use lubrication.”
I couldn’t respond. Pursing my lips, I could only nod even though he couldn’t see it. the pressure was immense, and my tight hole squeezed on it like it tried to force it out, but Dr. Mason only pushed it deeper and deeper.
“Mmmmm…Mmmmmmmmm…” I whimpered, trying not to scream. My eyes danced across the white ceiling and beige walls covered in medical posters and Valentine’s Day hearts. I searched for anything that could distract me long enough to keep me from moaning, but there was nothing.
“There you go, open up, let it inside…” Dr. Mason said warmly. The object he penetrated me with slid out to the tip before pushing back inside me deeper with every thrust. I felt helpless as it filled me up more and more by the moment. “Verrry good. Take it all inside you. You’re doing so good.”
“Ohhhmmmm,” I whined as I began to pant. My hips squirmed with the repetitive thrusts as I felt something building inside me. “Oh God…” I moaned into the back of my hand as waves of pleasure filled me up.
“That’s it—good girl… you’re almost there,” Dr. Mason encouraged, “Mmmmm good girl…”
It was then the final vale of professionalism collapsed, revealing our lust that was overflowing in the exam room. I was already close to orgasming a second time, but when Dr. Mason’s lips touched my clitoris, my hips raised, my back arched, and my hands clapped over my mouth as I knew I couldn’t stop these screams.
“Oh my God! Doctor! Ughmmm…” I cried and only managed to muffle myself.
He hummed and devoured my clitoris. I could feel his warm, wet tongue do laps over my sensitive nub, sending electricity through my limbs and up my spine. I felt and heard my sex leaking as his object continued its relentless penetration of my tight hole. When my second orgasm came, it rocked the examination chair I sat in. No matter how hard my legs tried to close, they couldn’t. I couldn’t even see between my legs to cover my oversensitive clit as he devoured it.
Exposed and helpless, I lay there and moaned as the seemingly endless orgasm overtook my body. I heard Dr. Mason groan, and I think the only reason he stopped his fondling was because my moans grew too loud.
“Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh my God!” I moaned with both my hands clamped over my mouth. Still, my high-pitched squeal filled the examination room. And just as quickly as it began, Dr. Mason’s lips left my clit, and the object left my vagina. “Mmmmm… Oh my God…” I repeated with a gasp as I tried to regain control of my body.
There was a brief double knock on the patient room door, and for half a breath, Dr. Mason and I both held our breath and froze. When the door nob began to turn, Dr. Mason moved with surprising speed for the door. One hand grabbed the doorknob, and the other was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Oop, sorry Dr. Mason,” the nurse said through the cracked door, “I got held up with Dr. Chafer. Are you ready to begin the exam?”
With my legs still in the stirrups, I had no idea how to properly extricate myself, so I just remained where I was. Staying still and quiet seemed to be all I could do.
“Actually, we’re about finished. Just answering some final questions,” he replied.
“Oh,” the nurse replied, sounding surprised.
“We’ll be wrapped up in five or ten minutes,” he said, closing the door.
When Dr. Mason turned to face me, I saw a darkness in him I hadn’t seen before. There was a hunger in his eyes as his fingers twisted the lock on the doorknob, and he stepped toward me.
PART IV
Despite the trepidation still on my face from nearly getting caught, Dr. Mason showed no hesitation as he approached the side of my examination chair. His left hand cupped my cheek as he pulled my face to his. My eyebrows went high as we kissed hard and long. I hummed in surprise as his tongue pressed into my mouth and used me just like his hands had just. His right hand briefly cupped my cheek before sliding down to my throat—I felt so powerless under his strong, muscular physique.
Traveling lower, his hand tore away my paper gown, and I hummed a shocked whine as I was suddenly completely naked except for the sheet still draped over my thighs. His hand cupped my right breast, squeezing and massaging it before it moved over to my left breast.
When his fingers closed around my nipple, I began to pant quickly through my nose. The panic as the pain of his pinch melded with the spike in pleasure left me lost, trying desperately to squirm though I didn’t know where to. My hand clawed through his hair, wanting more, wanting him on me, but as if teasing me, the more I pulled him down, the more I felt him pull away.
Breaking away from the kiss, Dr. Mason ripped my sheet off of me, revealing my naked body and the metal contraption used to spread and lift my legs. He stole a look at the door as he undid his belt and jeans before looking back at me. The darkness was still in his expression.
“Don’t worry, Beth,” he said, his other palm slid down my hips and gripped my inner thigh, “You won’t be a virgin when you leave this room.”
I lay there, still unsure if that was a promise or a warning. When I saw the tent his cock made in his boxers, then saw the length and girth of his cock when the boxers and pants dropped to the floor, I knew he was too big for me. I instinctively tried to close my legs, but the metal stirrups ensured I didn’t budge an inch.
Dr. Mason rubbed his thumb over my moist clit several times before resting his heavy cock over my crotch.
“Jesus, you’re still soaking wet, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimpered as the jolt of pleasure filled me with every swipe.
“You like this, don’t you? You came in here wanting this?” he said. There was a rabid thirst in his expression.
“Yes,” I cried, trying to keep my voice down.
“I bet you’ve been dreaming about feeling a real man’s cock inside you,” he groan as he bounced this thick shaft on my clitoris several times.
Rubbing the tip of his cock up and down the slit of my dripping pussy, I felt a panic boil inside me as he fed the tip between my lips and began to put more and more pressure on me until my tiny hole started to try and swallow him.
“Oh God—ohhh…” I gasped. His girth widened me and filled me up further than I thought was possible. “Oh—oh my—”
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he growled through clenched teeth as he pressed deeper, “I knew you were a tight little slut the first second I saw you in the hall—Mm, Goddammit…”
With wide eyes and a gaping mouth, I tried to scoot backward to relieve the surmounting pressure but couldn’t. restrained by my position in this metal contraption, I was at the mercy of Dr. Mason in this exam room.
“Ahhh ahhhmmm fuck…” the curse flew out of my lips without thought, just as my hand did the same, pressing on Dr. Mason’s hard abs. His cock was only halfway in, but I felt beyond full. Holding still, he left his throbbing cock inside me as my vagina struggled to get used to his size.
“Mmmm, that’s it,” he groaned, “mmmm, God, I love hearing your moan while feeling your tight cunt squeeze on me—fuck…”
Pulling out, I gasped with relief, but it was short-lived as he shoved back inside of me. “Oh, fuck!” I cried out and quickly clapped a hand over my mouth.
If Dr. Mason was worried about my outburst he didn’t show it as he began to buck into me faster. Much faster than he had with his fingers and objects.
“Mmmm! Mmmmmmm!” I moaned from beneath my sweaty palms as he fucked me. The swirl of pain and pleasure morphed into a new feeling of ecstasy that filled me. With a furrowed brow, and begging eyes, I looked up at this muscular man as he broke me.
“Yes, yes, swallow that cock,” he grunted, glaring down at me.
Through the spice of pain, I felt a surge of pleasure that built inside me like a tower. It was like a charging battery that was overflowing with energy to the point of bursting. I shook my head, unsure if I could keep quiet. Unsure if I could keep my sanity. The pleasure filled my chest and overflowed into my throat before the orgasm broke loose. When I came, my eyes rolled back, and my screams slipped through the cracks between my fingers.
“Oh, God… I’m cumming!” I cried and instantly felt Dr. Mason’s big hand squeeze over my mouth. His thrusts continued as I moaned muted screams into his warm palm. “Mmmmmm!”
Hearing the doctor groan and pant only intensified my orgasm as I felt his cock throb deep inside my pussy. When I came to, and my eyes could make sense of things again, I was looking up at Dr. Mason as he rammed inside me. My legs were still trembling in their stirrups; his hands were squeezing my bouncing breasts. I saw a weakness appear in his eyes as he groaned.
“Fuck, you’re so tight—I’m going to cum,” he grunted with one last thrust. Jamming his cock hard and deep inside my ravaged pussy, I felt his shaft throb as he pumped his semen inside me. His warm strings of cum plastered the inside of my vagina.
When he finished and removed his heavy hand from my mouth, the only sounds that filled the room were our ragged, panting breaths. Dr. Mason staggered backward and fell out of me as if he was light-headed before righting himself. I kept my lips together to keep quiet, but the pain and pleasure my deflowered pussy felt pulsated.
Pulling up his boxers and pants, Dr. Mason found his doctor’s coat and put it on. “Everything looks good. You can get dressed,” he said, regaining control of his breathing. “I’ll see you back here for another examination in six months. Come back sooner if anything changes.”
I slowly lifted one leg out of the leg brace and then the other, though I didn’t dare stand yet because I didn’t trust my balance. “Okay,” I whimpered.
I looked up and saw a familiar, wholesome smile on Dr. Mason’s face as well as Mr. Miggles staring at me from his breast pocket.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said with a final wink in my direction. Unlocking the door, he opened it and left. I dressed in a hurry and tried to cool my flushed cheeks before leaving the room.
With my head down and a quick step, I scurried out of the doctor’s office before anyone could see my blushing cheeks. All the while, I felt the dribble of Dr. Mason’s semen drip out of my pussy and hid the devious smirk on my lips.
