Seducing My Hot Doctor
The yearly checkup takes a steamy turn as I cave in to my desires.
I walked up to the reception desk at the small clinic in my town. It was time for my annual checkup at the gynecologist. I have had a crush on Dr. Albright since I first became his patient; he was tall and slim but pleasantly muscular. The fact that he was probably in his early forties and about my age made him much more attractive to me. Perhaps it also had something to do with his sophistication and cool confidence. He was so proper that I decided he must be hiding a ragingly dirty side underneath.
Some people may refer to me as a nymphomaniac but even though I don’t entirely disagree, I saw myself as more of a loving soul, providing a service to not only my lovers but to myself as well. My husband discovered this right away in our marriage and he encouraged me to pursue my sexual desires with others. I think my affairs only strengthen our marriage.
I had been waiting for at least ten minutes when my name was called. I followed a nurse to one of the exam rooms, went through the weight and blood pressure exam, then was left alone to change into one of the hospital gowns. I had always loved these things, making me feel exposed. I stripped out of my clothes and then wrapped the gown around my body. I thought about tying it then decided not to since the doctor would more n likely want to do a breast exam. Looking around the room I sat down on the chair, waiting.
When he came in, I was taken aback by his good looks; he smelled great and looked very professional with his white coat over his shirt and tie and his stethoscope wrapped over his neck. I was in my gown that barely reached my thighs and partially hung open when the handsome doctor intimately scooted close.
“Hello, Drew, nice seeing you again,” he soothingly greeted me, extending his hand for a shake.
“Hi, Dr. Albright, it’s always a pleasure for me,” I stated with a smile, shaking his hand; his touch was masculine but sensitive.
He smiled and nodded congenially, lowering his head back to my chart. What was this man thinking? Could he feel that he’d been the subject of my fantasies for years?
“Ok, let’s begin. Shall we?” he asked looking at me with an amused smirk on his sinfully sexy lips.
I stood up and opened my gown, exposing my large breasts to him. My nipples were already hard when he began kneading the soft tissue of my left breast. I accidentally moaned as his hand grazed the hardened flesh of my nipple. As he moved to the other breast, the sleeve of his white coat dragged across my nipple and I moaned out again, arching my back toward him, and lifting my breasts.
“Alright, everything looks good,” he said. “Let’s get you in the chair so we can take a look at your vagina.”
God, I was nervous. I had done this many times, but this doctor was completely and totally…..fuck-able. I had images of him and me, hot and sweaty, fucking like animals. I climbed up into the chair and placed my bare feet into the stirrups, spreading my legs, totally exposing my shaven pussy.
“Oh, I think your vagina looks perfect, Drew,” he said, spreading my pussy lips with his fingers. “Very pink and healthy, for your age.”
Dr. Albright was applying a glob of lube on his fingers and I closed my eyes, waiting for his touch, gasping as I felt his fingers push deep into my pussy, stretching me out. I couldn’t hold back and a moan left my lips again; the doctor smiled and he moved his face closer to my pussy.
“So, everything’s good?” I said, gulping.
“Mhmm,” he paused for a minute and chuckled a bit. “Are you always this wet?”
“I’m sure you get plenty of wet pussies, Dr. Albright,” I laughed.
“Everything seems fine, I can’t feel anything abnormal. It looks healthy inside and out, pending Pap results,” he cocked his head and looked at me. “Any questions?”
“Can you take a look closer at my clitoris? I can feel something when I touch myself,” I said. My voice didn’t even sound like my own.
He smiled and scooted up towards me, his fingers traveling higher. I held my breath as he moved slowly towards my heat, swiping his finger over my clit and I almost flew off the chair.
“Oh God, yes!” I moaned. “I feel something.”
“Right here?” he asked, pressing his thumb against my clit.
“There!” I responded, closing my eyes, and pressing down hard on his finger.
“It’s normal, Drew. When you’re aroused, your clitoris enlarges and it can feel different,” he said, looking into my eyes and smiling.
“Mhm,” I said as I was beginning to lose control, whimpering quietly, and biting my lip.
“We’re all good,” he said, retracting his finger from my aching clit.
“Doc, you have me here, spread wide right in front of you and I need to ask more,” I looked into his eyes as he was standing up.
“What is it?” he asked questioningly.
“I need you to fuck me right on this chair,” I said, caressing my breasts and tweaking at my hardened nipples.
My request left him totally flabbergasted and all his professionalism went right out the window; he took a deep breath, looked around the room, and then I saw him reach into the drawer beside him and take out a condom.
“I’m not going to regret this, am I, Drew?” he asked.
“No, not at all…” I said, barely able to breathe as I noticed the bulge in his pants.
He took off his jacket, and then his shirt. I gazed at his body. Fit and gorgeous, just as I had imagined. He reached down, undoing his belt and taking off his pants and underwear, leaning down to take off his socks and shoes. I stared at him. His dick was huge. Hard and hot, standing at attention.
I smiled as I watched him put the condom on, becoming wetter just thinking about him inside me.
“Are you gonna fuck me, Dr. Albright?” I asked as he moved down between her legs.
“Yes, finally,” he responded.
He slowly rubbed the tip against my wetness and I moaned at the sensation. He slowly began to slide into me; he was huge and I was a tight fit. I felt myself stretch as he pushed slowly. I sighed in relief when his cock was completely buried.
His hips began to move slowly and my pussy seemed to slurp the hot doctor’s thrusting meat. He used his thumb to rub my clit again as he fucked me and my moans got louder and louder.
He sent chills all over my body with that and my nipples hardened even more as I was pinching them hard. He continued the slow strokes, groaning. I was dying. The slowness was excruciating, but in a good way, but I needed to be fucked faster, harder.
“Harder…” I whispered, trying to gain control over my voice.
He smiled at me, groaning and he began to pound into me, forcing my breasts to bounce and the exam table to squeak. I felt the extra friction and I whimpered, throwing my head back. I bucked my hips against him, hearing the sounds of our skin slapping together, hearing my wetness. He moved faster and harder, thrusting into me with every little bit of strength that he had.
He was sweating and I knew he was trying hard to hold back and so was I. I sat on my elbows, raising my pelvis, my feet still in the stirrups, pushing me back against him as he pounded, feeling myself fall over the edge. I began to whimper more, whining, moaning, my breath coming in short gasps as we fucked.
“Oh God, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum,” I cried softly.
I felt myself begin to cum and it took everything I had not to cry out loud. I felt his cock expand inside me, and his thrusts slowed down but stayed just as strong. He growled as he held onto my legs, thrusting inside me a couple more times.
“Uhh!” he finally released while trying to stifle a held-in growl so as not to make too much noise.
I couldn’t think. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even open my eyes. I heard him begin to laugh, his breath still shallow. I opened my eyes and looked at him, he was still inside me, his hands still on my legs and I smiled at him.
“Wow!” he exclaimed, throwing the condom in the trash.
“Tell me you will continue to be my doctor,” I said smiling.
“I believe you just became my favorite patient, Drew,” he laughed.
I laughed as well. “But you’ve always been my favorite gynecologist,” I said smiling…
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