Your stories are so hot! Could you write a story about a doctor taking advantage of his patient?
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Thanks! I love a good challenge. Here goes nothing. Let me know what you think. :) Also, for others: I hesitate to write stuff like this because Iâm sure it could be triggering to some. Iâm sure this goes without saying, but use your judgement on whether or not you want to read.
You were proud of yourself, as silly as that sounds. For the first time in your life you made a doctor appointment all on your own. Turning 18 was one thing, but becoming an adult didnât just magically happen from one day to the next. The only way to become an adult was to do adult things, and you felt that this qualified. Your heart raced when you spoke to the receptionist on the phone. âDo you have a preference on which doctor?â, the receptionist had asked. âAnyone will do,â you replied in a rush to get off the phone.
When the day came you showed up to the office early and begrudged the fact that your mom wasnât there to fill out the monotonous paperwork for you like she used to. You were finding that being an adult wasnât all that it was cracked up to be. Just as you started to feel sorry for yourself you heard your name. You looked up to see a nurse smiling at you as she held the door open and motioned for you to come back. She took you to a room where she glimpsed at your paperwork and took your vitals. âChange into this,â she said as she handed you a medical gown. âDr. Jacobs will be with you shortly.â With that, she offered another polite smile on her way out the door. You returned the offering then wiped the fake smile from your face as the door closed behind her.
No sooner were you done changing than there was a knock on the door. Your heart began to race as you saw a man step through the door. Suddenly, you were mad at yourself for assuming you would be assigned a female doctor. It hadnât even crossed your mind that you would need to ask. You wondered, had your mom always asked? âIâm Dr. Jacobs,â he said extending his hand. You took it in your own, consummating an awkward handshake where he held your hand a little too firmly. âHere for a physical, I see?â he asked rhetorically as he glanced over your paperwork. You nodded. Somehow you had forgotten how to speak.
Dr. Jacobs approached you with his stethoscope. âFirst Iâm going to listen to your lungs,â he advised before leaning towards you. His hand wrapped around your back. You could smell his body spray as you tried to avoid looking down the front of his scrubs. You stole glimpses of his face from up close as he alternated listening to your right and left lung. He was in his mid-forties, if you had to guess. Fit and handsome, with a five oâclock shadow that you guessed was a result of the long hours required of a man in his position.
âNow, your heart,â he said as he moved his hand to your chest. His palm pressed up against your breast as he moved the stethoscope around, presumably trying to find the right position. You blushed in return, suddenly aware of a tingling sensation coming from between your legs. If you didnât know better you would swear he was groping you. You wondered to yourself, did the female doctors do this? For the life of you, you couldnât remember.
When he was done he stood back. âOk, gown off,â he said. You looked back at him, unsure if he was being serious. His look didnât waver. There was no sign that he was joking. Tentatively you began to remove the gown. You thought about the fact that you hadnât shaved in a couple of days, then questioned yourself for why that would cross your mind. You folded your hands over your crotch as you sat naked in front of this stranger. Your perky tits and erect nipples on full display.
He gently pushed on your stomach as he guided you to lay down on the table. Unable to keep covering yourself, you let your hands fall to your sides. It wasnât as though he was the first person to see you naked. A handful of boys had had the pleasure. But you had never felt so vulnerable in your life. Your heart pounded as he groped at your tits. You could feel his crotch pressing against your arm as he stood close to the table. âNo lumps,â he said. His voice was monotone and professional. He moved to the foot of the table. You clenched your legs together, in denial of what must be coming next. He looked up at you curiously. âScoot down, please, and spread your legs,â he instructed. Reluctantly, you complied with his request.
âIs this your first physical?â he asked as he began to inspect between your legs. It wasnât, but it was your first one like this. âNo,â you replied, trying to sound relaxed. âWhen you turn 18 we have to be more thorough,â he assured you, clearly aware of your uneasiness. You clenched your teeth as you felt him spread your pussy with his fingers. You glanced down at him and watched his face as he admired your tight hole. âJust try to relax,â he advised as he slipped a finger inside you. âI just have to see something,â he continued as he pulled his finger up against your g-spot. You were vulnerable and helpless. Completely exposed to this man you had just met. You had serious doubts about the legitimacy of this exam. But, you were also human, and, objectively, this was starting to feel pretty fucking amazing.
You began to relax as he slid a second finger inside you. The endorphins were taking over and your nervousness was becoming a distant memory. Slowly but surely, all you really wanted was to cum. You ground your hips against his hand as he fingered you. Biting your lip as you softly whimpered from his touch. Your eyes were closed and you jumped as you suddenly felt his mouth on your pussy. There was no point in pretending anymore. You knew what this was, and you were too turned on to mind. You reached down to pull his head into you as his tongue expertly flicked against your clit. Your body buckled as you came. Your attempts to mute yourself were mostly successful. Judging by the look on his face, he didnât seem concerned.
When he was sure you were done he stood up and pulled down his scrubs to reveal his cock. He was already hard. His precum glistened as it dripped from the tip of his cock. He spit in his hand, stroked himself a few times, then pushed himself inside you. âOh, fuck,â you muttered involuntarily as he worked his cock inside you, stretching you far beyond what any of your high school boyfriends had managed. When you were ready, he positioned your legs over his shoulders and started to fuck you. The sound of his body slapping against yours filled the small room as your tits bounced in rhythm with his thrusts. It didnât take long for you to cum again. Moments later he pulled out and stroked himself as he shot ropes of cum all the way from your pussy up to your tits. You admired the visual as he walked to the counter to find something for you to use to clean up.
He returned with some paper towel. Handing it to you before tucking his still semi-hard cock back inside his scrubs. Once you were clean it was back to business as usual. He made notes on his clipboard and told you what to expect next. There was some bloodwork needed, and the nurse would be back soon with a shot of some sort. He allowed you to dress, stealing a look or two as you did so. No doubt, trying to commit you to memory. When you were done he asked if you had any questions. âNope,â you lied, sure that the questions you had didnât match what he was willing to answer. He nodded, then turned to leave. âIâll see you again in a year,â he said over his shoulder before closing the door behind him. âYes, you will,â you thought to yourself as he left.
