These are the discoveries of a thirty something year old woman who only recently discovered that there are others who share my same passion, drive, and lust for that sweet lub-dub.
A/N: I am sorry in advance for this. Summary: An after shower stething.
Youâre warm, itâs late evening and youâve just had a shower.
You lie yourself down on the sofa, breathing slowly as you accumulate to room temperature, which is how your girlfriend finds you.
Greeting you with a warm smile as she enters the room, she joins you there, slowly straddling your hips to climb on before lowering herself down to lie against you.
Pillowing her head against your chest, you rest your hand in her hair whilst her own wander, slipping under your hoodie. Your heartbeat picking up as she starts to trace light circles into the bare skin.
She draws patterns into your side and considering the fact that you have become aware of your own heart pushing out beats and can feel it almost pressing into her fingers, thereâs no doubt in your mind that she can most definitely feel it and hear it pumping against her ear.
âYour heart is pounding.â She remarks and you are lost for words. Your mind going blank as she trails her fingers across your side again.
The accelerated thuds of your heartbeat replace any words you couldâve chosen to respond with if your thought process hadnât have been interrupted.
âDonât move.â Her voice is gentle, but commanding all the same as she presses a kiss to the pulse point at your neck.
You doubt you could move if you tried and whine pitifully at the absence of her body pressed tightly against yours when she moves, but you know that sheâll be back once sheâs got what she needs.
In no time at all, but still too long for both of your likings, your girlfriend returns with a purse in hand.
Smirking playfully at you, she straddles your hips again to get back on the sofa and rests the purse against your stomach, but this time, she doesnât lie down against you. Instead, she leans down, pressing soft kisses against your forehead as her fingers work to unzip the purse and reveal the stethoscope, which she hangs around her neck, fingers moving to your clothed chest; pinching the zip of your soft hoodie.
Firstly, your girlfriend looks to you for consent.
âCan I take a listen, love?â
You nod slowly yet eagerly at the same time.
âYes please.â
She chuckles softly and puts her lips to your forehead once again.
âThank you, honey.â She whispers in your ear, before sitting up.
Pinching the zip between her fingers, she pulls it down in a slow, exaggerated motion. Maintaining eye contact with you the whole time as your chest is exposed.
Parting the fabric with her hands, you suck in a breath as her fingers make contact with your skin.
The anticipation pools deep in your lower abdomen as she reaches for the stethoscope and puts the earpieces in.
Taking the chest piece in hand she raises it to her lips and blows on it slowly to warm it up whilst watching you breathe.
Your bare chest rises and falls beneath her, rising up to meet the cool circular surface of the diaphragm.
With your skin still warm from the shower, the cool disc feels pleasant and encourages your pump to gain a little more speed.
Especially when your girlfriendâs hand returns to your side, teasing your skin with her nails.
You can feel your temperature rise and a lovely sensation form in your chest cavity as your heart pounds quickly against the instrument.
Thump, thump, thump, thump, thumpâŠ
Controlled and careful, your girlfriend moves the chest piece around slowly, listening to each beat that your excited heart produces, whilst she trails her fingers across your side to hear your internal reactions that fill you both with joy and wonder.
Thereâs a distinct ache that starts between your legs. One that grows and pulsates as she runs her nails over your side, making patterns against your skin whilst guiding the stethoscope gently into different areas of your chest.
Your back arches and a small moan escapes your lips as she drags her nails slowly down the exposed skin of your stomach, desire pooling between your legs whilst your heart continues to pound against the diaphragm.
Breathing in deeply, a content sound slips through your lips and she places the chest piece to the slope of your breast, beaming at the loud thud she hears where she has placed the stethoscope.
After a few minutes, she removes the earpieces but when she keeps them around her neck, you know that she is only pressing pause for a moment.
Stroking your face whilst staring lovingly at you, she leans down and kisses the space between your breasts.
âBeautiful.â Your girlfriend whispers before laying down beside you, stroking a hand across your stomach as you yawn quietly.
Closing your eyes, itâs only a moment before you feel the diaphragm return to your skin and she continues to listen.
Listening to your peaceful, sleepy beats.
A/N: Please be kind, this is my first piece. I canât believe I unleashed this.
Caretaker gently listening to whumpeeâs heart with a stethoscope, making kind eye contact, trying to put them at ease. Maybe offering wonderful words of reassurance like, âIâve got you,â and âItâs okay, just relax.â
I think my bf is turning into a mini Cardiophile...
Im a nursing student and my birthday just passed, so for my b-day my boyfriend gifted me a new stethoscope with my name engraved on it. (Bf goals)
He came over to my place a couple days after my party and asked me how I liked my new gift, I told him how much I appreciated it and how I wasn't able to test it out because of my busy schedule with work and school. So I said "since you're here, why don't I test it out on you?" . He replied "of course"
He takes off his jacket and shirt, and all that's left is his bare chest. (Whew)
I go grab the stethoscope which was still in its pretty pink box, and proceeded to put on the earpiece but he stops me. He suggested that I get the old steth and compare the two. so I ran in my room and got the old one and give him a little "exam".
Its time to test out the new one. After placing the earpice in, I place the diaphragm on his pec and I immediately raised my brows with shock. He laughs at my expression and I tell him how clear I can hear his heart pumping. The beats were amplified enough to hear every detail of his hearts chambers and valves. I didnt know how much I needed a new steth until he gifted me a new one.
I took the ear pieces out and handed it over to him so he can hear it for himself. his reaction the same as mine. I listened to him one last time and we ended up locking eyes. I notice his heart sped up so I asked him "are you nervous?" I mean he had no reason to be nervous considering the fact that I've steth him before for school related projects. So this wasn't new to him. He lookes at me and says "i don't know what it is... But there's something about you listening to my heart right now thats turning me on" ugh.
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I nervously laugh to myself. he dosn't know about my little "secret" so i played it off as if I wasn't phased by what he just said. He leans in closer and kisses me. With the diaphragm still pressed against his chest, we started making out.
Now outta breath he hands me the steth that had fallen on the floor. He places it over his heart and tells me to listen. (My, my, my,my!) His heart is racing. (I've only heard his heart at a relaxed state so this was new and excitingđ) He looks me in the eye, and between breath says, you hear that... that's what you do to me Everytime... *dead â
Can't stop thinking about the fact that when you have a fever your heart beats faster. Imagine somebody cuddling their sick sweetheart and being able to judge when their fever is getting worse because their heart is beating so much quicker đ„ș
a sick little thing waking up from a fever nap, sitting up and panting to get any air. their poor lil heart is going so fast, and they just cant seem to find their caretaker...oh, here come the tears...
bloodplay knifeplay fearplay sure sure sure but what about pulseplay
Whumper putting their hands on Whumpee's throat and squeezing, feeling the flutter heartbeat steadily slow the longer they press down on the carotid artery before releasing when it's at its faintest
Whumper checking Whumpee's pulse seemingly randomly, only to slam a knife down inches from their face and checking their pulse again, smiling at how erratic it's become
Whumper wanting to see what scares Whumpee more, almost like a game of this or that, measuring the score in how many BPM they count after each session
Whumper "letting" Whumpee sleep with them so they can marvel at how their heartbeat slows the deeper they drift off, leading them to be able to tell whenever Whumpee is faking being asleep/unconscious in the future
Whumper also watching Whumpee suffer from a nightmare, unable to wake up from the dream due to the strong drugs previous administered to keep them quiet, enjoying the sensation of their pulse slowing and quickening all night long
Whumper making Whumpee wear something that monitors their heart rate, maybe so they can taunt them with the obvious evidence that they're scared, or maybe so they can check from an app to know whenever Whumpee is doing something much to strenuous (ie running for their fucking life out of their prison) and needs to be...settled down
Whumper always waiting until the very last second, the very last heartbeat, before injecting Whumpee with something to kickstart the organ into overdrive, forcing it to go from 0BPM to 100BPM in record time
the idea of accidentally discovering someone's kink is so hot to me, like jokingly calling someone a good boy and they get all red and flustered and you're just like OH. oh
Normally you recieve gifts around your birthday, but I thought Iâd give you all a gift instead. Hope you enjoy.
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30 minutes after Anna and Carl kissed in front of practically the whole ER, the door to a small flat clicked open, swinging on squeaky hinges. The light flicked on, blinking a couple of times before steadying out. The flat wasnât a complete dive, it was all up to code and safety checks were performed regularly. But it was cheap, and as a result it was distinctly aged. The neutrally painted walls were faded and the cupboards of the small kitchenette in the corner were a style that was distinctly 80âs.
I'm curious to know, doctor, how you'd handle a patient who was clearly getting aroused by even the simplest of examinations?
You press your fingers to her wrist to check her pulse - there's an immediate increase in her bpm.
You ask her to unbutton her top so you can listen to heart - you notice her hands trembling slightly as she fumbles with the buttons.
You press your steth to her chest - a little whimper involuntarily escapes her lips.
How would you handle such a horny little patient?
Mmmmm, such a wonderful scenario you've provided me with anon!
I wonder, how should I handle such a patient? There's nothing wrong with how she feels, but it's going to be pretty hard to hide it from me. After all, I am going to be examining her very, very closely, and the signs can be quite obvious, especially as you describe them. On the other hand, bringing sexuality into a very professional situation like that isn't appropriate, and I'd be remiss if I didn't inform her of that fact.
Let's take a moment and see how this might play out...
Let's get this exam started now, shall we?
Okay, doctor.
A new patient. Just an annual checkup, but I should be thorough, make sure she's all healthy and establish a solid baseline for future exams.
I knock and enter, introducing myself. She's startled, but pulls herself together quickly. I start with the basics... last checkup, family history, any concerns she might be currently having. Nothing out of the ordinary so far. I start in on the more personal questions, last period, any pains during or before, bleeding, heavy or light... She answers, but she's starting to get flushed. She clearly isn't as comfortable with me yet, and that's okay. I'll be respectful of that.
I begin the exam, start with the easy stuff, or so I thought. Say ahhh.... her eyes are avoiding mine. A little strange, but could still be nerves. Check her eyes, ears, nose ... everything great so far. It's when I start checking the lymph nodes in her neck things begin to get interesting. Her breathing gets a little shallower as my fingers make contact with her tender neck. Usually patients start a bit at the first deeper touch here, but she's not startled, she's ... I'm not quite sure.
I'm going to take your pulse now...
Her pulse is stable, now .. it seems to be picking up. I look away from my watch back at her and seem to catch her staring at me since she suddenly looks away.
Everything okay? Your heart seems to be racing a bit.
She takes a deep breath and calms down a bit.
Just doctor's offices...they say I get a little... white coat syndrome... or something.
They say that, do they?
I joke back with a small smile trying to put her at ease. She smiles, but ... seems a little more nervous again. Probably nothing.
Unbutton your top for me please, I'd like to take a listen to your heart and lungs.
Her pupils seem to dilate a little, and the flush returns to her face. She starts unbuttoning, but fumbles a bit at the buttons.
It's okay, we're in no hurry. Just relax, I'm going to listen to your heart now, stay still for me, okay?
She makes a small noise, a whimper, as I first touch her chest with the stethoscope.
Sorry, I know it can be a bit cold.
I press it just under her left breast. She gasps a bit as I brush lightly against her bra. I'm listening to her heart at all the key locations. No murmurs, but it's definitely racing. I take my time, listening closely, thinking it will settle down again, but it still seems to keep up its pace. I take her wrist again with my other hand to feel for her pulse there, just to make sure it syncs up with her rapid heart beats. She looks down as my fingers touch her wrist, and her heart skips a beat.
Your heart is really racing, are you sure you're feeling okay?
She says she is, but she's a bit breathy. I'm going to move on and keep an eye on this, I'd hate to have a patient have some kind of cardiac event right in the office.
I'm checking your lungs now so I need you to take some deep breaths for me. Inhale... exhale... very good! Just like that...
Her lips turned up a bit when I said "very good", she seems to like the praise. I place the stethoscope on various points of her chest, and then, switching hands, I move to her back. My right hand rests on her shoulder for comfort and to keep her stable, and it feels like she's trembling a bit. You know what.. I think she might be enjoying this little experience with me here. I think she's got a thing for doctors and stethoscopes, mmhmm! I put my stethoscope back over my neck.
I know you're just here for a checkup, but since you're a new patient I'd like to be thorough and establish a baseline for your future visits. Right now I'm going to check your breasts, so I'd like you to remove your top and your bra and set them aside.
Usually I turn away to take some notes and give the patient a small bit of privacy as they disrobe, but today I just stepped back a bit and ... watched. She's really quite adorable, getting more and more flustered, trying to avoid my gaze. Finally she's finished, sitting topless and waiting for my approval.
Great, well done!
How cute, she smiles and looks down as I praise her for ... taking off her clothes! Oh, I think we're going to have some fun today.
Sit up straight for me and push your chest forward. I'm going to just look for a moment and check for anything that stands out visually, any asymmetry or dimpling.
She stiffens her spine and thrusts her tiny chest out for me, breathy and looking all around the room, anywhere but at me. I'm standing directly in front of her with my eyes focused on her chest like a laser. She's not terribly top heavy at all, only a B ... no, probably just an A-cup. I'll bet she's embarrassed about her small chest, but it's absolutely perfect for her. I wouldn't change a thing. Her areola are likewise small, perhaps about a half-dollar in size, maybe a silver dollar if I'm generous. Light pink in color. That should match her labia and anus as well, it's always fun to see if they do. I'm almost certain her's will, a doctor just knows, doesn't he?
It's been a good minute or two of uncomfortable silence while I stare at her chest, time to do the deed. I step up and stand on her right side.
I'm going to palpate your breast now, just try to relax.
As my right hand begins its circular journey around her breast I hear tiny little moans escape her throat. She's trying to pretend it's just a little uncomfortable, but I can tell she's leaning into my hand a bit. They never think I can tell, but yes, oh yes, we can always tell. I finish it by milking and squeezing her nipple. That definitely generated an involuntary peep! I move to her left breast and repeat the experience, to my -- and her -- obvious satisfaction.
Please raise your arms up and place your hands behind your head for me.... atta girl, that's just perfect.
Mmmm, she liked that! She looks embarrassed as her already small (but beautiful and sexy as hell) chest flattened out even more, but preened just a bit at my praise. Such a lovely specimen! I check her breasts by the axilla now, but they're perfect. She's perfect. No lumps or anything at all to worry about.
I'd like you to lay back for me now, I'm going to quickly repeat the exam once more.
She nods in acceptance. As my hand again begins massaging her breast I ask her if she does self exams. She nods, quickly.
Oh, yes! I....I mean, usually...I try, I mean, every month...ummm....
Just every month? Oh, I'll bet she examines those beautiful mounds a lot more often than that! Just listen to her try to pretend otherwise, getting all tongue-tied as she plays down her initial enthusiasm.
I'm glad to hear that! Well, your breasts are perfect, nothing to be concerned about that I can find, so I'm going to move on to your tummy now. Can you loosen your skirt and slide it down just a bit for me...?
Wonderful, now just try to take deep breaths and keep your abdomen nice and relaxed. As I'm pressing down, feeling your insides, it may feel a bit uncomfortable but it shouldn't hurt. If it does, you tell the doctor right away, okay?
I think she's catching on to me, finally! When I referred to myself in the 3rd person her eyes darted over to my face in surprise. By then, however, my hands had already started their exploration of her smooth, soft tummy. I start under her rib cage, feeling her spleen, her stomach, small intestines, large intestine...her kidneys...I'm slowly moving down to her pelvic region and I can hear her breath picking up speed again.
As my fingers slip under her skirt and graze her panties I hear a whispered "oh!" escape her lips. I can't let that go, can I?
Does that feel okay? Did I touch a tender spot, or anything sore?
Busted, and she knows it, but she still tries to pretend otherwise.
Ohh, n-n-no, doctor, it's fine, it's .. all fine.
Can you remove your skirt for me please? You can leave your panties on for now, but I'd like to check your femoral pulse while I'm down here.
As the words "for now" escape my lips, she quickly turns her head to look at me, almost shocked. As if she didn't know what was coming! She removes the skirt, but seems to want to voice an objection...
B-b-but doctor, I'm only here for, ahh, just, a checkup, you don't need to, you know...down there? Do you? Not today, I mean...
As I said, I'd like to be thorough since you are a new patient. You didn't need to rush out or anything, did you? I've set aside the time and I'd like to make sure we spend it on giving your body a very complete examination.
She had two or three excuses just queued up, I'm sure of it, but when I told her the time was set aside I knew she'd let it go. And then, as I mention the close inspection of her body, she closed her eyes both in acceptance and anticipation.
Okaaayyyy, that'll... that's okay then I guess...
With the tips of my fingers I feel just under the bottom edge of her panties on the top of her thigh, explaining again about her femoral pulses. She gasps a bit at my first touch, and again when I switch to the other leg. I pick up her wrist again feeling for the pulse there as well. No reason for it, except to see her wither under my close observation of her heart again. She is just such a treasure!
So, as I was saying, I do want to give you a ... very close inspection ... so I'd like to do a quick internal exam now. If you have no objections?
N-no objections...
She shakes her head as she replies, and I can't help but wonder about the thoughts that are crossing her mind right now. Is she thinking about how it will feel to expose herself to me completely? Or how naked she is, without even a gown? Or what it will feel like when my fingers first begin to explore her very special, very intimate places?
Great, then go ahead and pop those panties off and place your feet in the stirrups. Let me just wash up and grab a couple things and we'll get started.
I head to the sink and start scrubbing, and behind me I can hear the crinkling of the paper on the exam table as she maneuvers herself out of her cute, simple pink panties with the tiny red bow at the top. Then a moment of silence as she thinks about where to put them and then steels herself up for the main act. Finally, I hear her adjust and get settled in with her feet in the stirrups. I grab the gloves and lube and head back over. I see her squeezing her eyes shut once again, her butt close to the end of the exam table and her feet in the stirrups. She's got her knees close together, her arms over her chest, clearly thinking about just how exposed she is right now.
I place the gloves and ky jelly on the mayo stand by the end of the table and then slide the stool over between her legs and sit myself down. Finally, I turn on the exam light and focus it right on her womanhood. Right now she's feeling a tiny bit of warmth as the focused light shines at least 1000 lumens of brightness right where her mother told her never to show the boys. I pull on the gloves, giving them a proper snap when they're adjusted, and I watch her jump each time. She's so ready for me right now.
Perfect, just perfect, let's have you scoot your bottom just a bit closer to me... a little closer... little closer... there we are. Good girl! Okay, I'm going to examine you externally now, you'll feel my touch...
She starts again as my fingers gently caress the inside of her left thigh.
Go ahead and let your knees fall allllll the way to the side...allll the way....little more.... atta girl! Perfect!
As I'm about to begin, I take a moment to appreciate the beautiful site before me. Not much pubic hair, she trims it regularly I can see, it forms more of a peach fuzz just along her lips with a landing strip just above. Her labia minora peek out from her slit just a bit, with a conspicuous hooded bump right at the top, concealing that wonder of wonders, her clitoris. They're a deeper pink than I expect, but still the same general tone of her areola. Just lovely. Her anus as well seems to share that same shade, but I won't really know for sure until I can examine there more closely.
With both hands, I press gently along the top of her mons pubis, just above her clitoris. She inhales sharply. I work them down both sides simultaneously, pushing and feeling as I go, all the way down next to her anus. I pull her buttocks apart a bit there to see ... ahh, yes ... an adorable, cute little rosebud, small and so tight, just surrounded by a deep shade of pink about 2 cm in diameter. She moans a bit as I'm looking at her bottom, not happy about my nosing around her back end I'm sure. Or is she? Time will tell...
I slide my finger into her slit right towards the top, sliding it down to allow it to enter gently. Her hips ride up a bit at this, definitely not the reaction of a typical patient!
Shhh, it's okay. I'm just examining the outside of your vagina now, and your labia minora, your inner lips. Take deep breaths for me, in and out.... that's a good girl.
Another happy little whimper at the latest "good girl". I love her little noises, so sweet, so seductive, so sexy!
Once my finger is in my thumb follows to allow me to grasp her right inner lip and slide my fingers down it, feeling for bumps, lacerations, anything unexpected. Then I repeat it on her left labia minora, listening to her breathy gasps as I glide over particularly sensitive spots.
You'll feel my finger start to move just inside your vagina now. I'm just checking out your glands and the entry to your vagina, just keep breathing for me sweetie, nice, big breaths, nice and slow.
As my finger crosses her threshold I find the confirmation Iâve been looking for. Wet? Oh yes. Soaking. Dripping. Iâm not even sure how it didnât leak out already, but the fact is now that Iâve broken the dam, her warm, slippery juices are now escaping, running down her perineum to her anus.
I look up at her, and she at me. She can feel it too. She knows. And she knows I know.
You seem to be generating quite a lot of moisture down hereâŠ
She looks away in shame, now her secret is out. Fortunately Iâm very professional and wouldnât think of pressing her on the topicâŠwould I? Why, yes. Yes, I would.
Is it normal for you to become this aroused when examined? Or is today different?
Sheâs cringing now. She doesnât want to talk about it, but now Iâve pointed out the elephant in the room she canât avoid it. Her discomfort is starting to raise my own level of interestâŠeuphemistically speaking.
N-no, notâŠwell, ummmâŠI-I mean, itâsâŠ
Itâs happened before?
She nods, eyes closed.
Hm. Okay. Well, I may need to check your sensation and response a bit more closely then. You understand, donât you?
Her eyes pop open. She looks at me, wide eyed, almost in shock. Could I possibly mean what she thinks I mean? Oh yes, yes I can, and youâre going to enjoy it.
Let me begin with your internal. Looks like I wonât be needing any additional lubricant, will I?
I slide my two fingers slowly, slowly into her pussy and lay my left hand just above, as when I do a bimanual exam. This time though, my hand stays still, but my thumb slides stealthily down to her clit.
She gasps again, realizing that this time the touch on her most sensitive place was not accidental. No, this time it is very, very intentional. And not just brief and slight, either. A moan escapes her lips as my thumb slowly makes circular motions over her hooded clit. She rolls her hips a little, involuntarily.
Try to hold still. I do have restraints attached to the table, but⊠Iâd hate to have to use them..
As I finish that fun little threat I press down harder on her little clit. At the threat her eyes open wide again, but then as my thumb presses against her little button those eyes roll right back in her head as she squeals a little bit. Iâm in charge now, and thereâs nothing else to be done about it.
As my fingers reach her cervix I begin pulling them back, and continue pushing and pulling, fingering her while fondling her clit and watching her squirm. Sheâs been getting so aroused this entire exam that sheâs already close. I continue to bring her to the edge with my fingers and thumb, but before she can reach that zenith of arousal I remove my hand and fingers from her entirely, leaving her completely without stimulation.
Wha-wha-why⊠N-no, please, wait!
As i quickly reach around and find the straps for her thighs and waist, I tighten them down, explaining:
Your inability to control your movements is a bigger concern than I realized. Donât worry, this is just a precaution.
Once fixed in place, I resume my position on the stool between her legs and gently brush my fingers up and down her slit.
Now that your movement is restrained I am only concerned about the sounds youâll make. You need to stay quiet. Can you do that for me? ⊠Will you be a good girl and stay quiet for me?
She nods, looking panicked.
Y-ye-yesâŠDoctor. Whatever you say, justâŠ.donât stopâŠplease?âŠ
I smirk at her desperation, but I donât answer her.
I do, however, reinsert my fingers inside her, sliding them all around, exploring her hot, rippling inner walls and feeling her contracting around my fingers as if to try to fuck herself. But I donât change, I just keep moving them, in and out, exploring, feeling, massagingâŠ
Sheâs speechless once again, only single syllables manage to escape her lips in shouted whispers.
I curl my fingers to add some pressure on her g-spot. Her hips buck against the straps, but she regains control. I replace my left hand upon her mons and let my thumb resume its work over her clit. Her face freezes in a silent scream. She is so close, but I still have one more trick.
I remove my fingers but put one back in immediately. As i increase the pressure on her clit I slip my other finger into her anus, now Iâm finger fucking both her holes while twiddling her clit, and sheâs no longer capable of coherent words or thought. I curl both of those fingers, one to hear her g-spot and the other just to add some funky pressure in her ass where Iâll bet she never feels it.
Right then, I feel her cum. She bucks against the restraints again, her face contorted with pleasure and pain as she bites her tongue trying to stay quiet for me. I feel her pussy and ass contracting over my fingers as she squirts all over my face and chest.
I pull out of her and walk to the side of the exam table where I quickly place my stethoscope under her left breast and listen to her galloping little heart. Sheâs still coming down, but still she manages to pop her eyes open again as she feels the cold chest piece. I grab her wrist with my left hand to feel her pulse as I listen to her little heart pounding away in ecstasy. As I do this she makes an O with her mouth, lets out a tiny, high pitched âohhhh!â and cums again, bucking her hips and looking at my stethoscope.
I smirk as I listen to her precious organ pump so fast, and just watch as she finishes her second orgasm and slowly comes down. Finally, as if she suddenly remembers where she is, she looks around and shakes her head, tears beginning to form at the corners of her eyes. The shame covers her and her face turns red with embarrassment.
That was definitely a very interesting result. Iâm afraid I have some definite concerns about your sexual response and will need to do some deeper investigations. Please clean yourself up, and when youâre done make an appointment for next week for a follow up. At the end of the day. This is quite serious and I wouldnât want to have to rush, you understand.
Still unable to speak, she watches me release the restraints and then walk out of the exam room without another word. Sheâll be back, just as I told her. They always come back.
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