EROTICA • LESBIAN • DOCTOR
The Gynaecologist
My check-up seemed a little more extensive than it should have been.
“Miss Jones, room three, please,” the receptionist said.
“Thanks,” I smiled.
I got up and walked down the bright passage, my heels clicking on the white floor tiles. I was going for my annual gynae check-up, and I was especially nervous since my usual doctor was on vacation.
“Please, come in,” the doctor smiled as I peeked around the half-open door.
“Hi,” I said.
“I’m doctor Hunt, nice to meet you, Lucy,” she smiled, extending her hand.
“Hi, Doctor,” I said.
“Please, call me Amy. Now I know I’m not your usual, but you don’t have to be nervous. I’ll close the curtain. Slip into one of these very unflattering outfits and jump into the chair. You can remove your heels before you put your feet in the stirrups,” she said.
“Okay,” I said, taking the blue gown.
I slipped out of my outfit, folded my panties and bra, and placed it all on the small side table. I climbed into the chair and slipped my heels into the stirrups.
“Okay,” I called.
Amy opened the curtain and wheeled herself between my legs.
“Let’s see what we have here,” she said, pulling a pair of latex gloves onto her hands.
“Oh,” I jumped, feeling her fingers between my legs.
“Sorry, Lucy, this might feel a little uncomfortable,” she said.
I watched as she grabbed a speculum from the table. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth as I felt her insert it deep into my vagina. I could feel the instrument burrowing deep into my core.
Slowly.
Agonising.
“Oooh,” I moaned in discomfort.
I grabbed the sides of the bed and held on tightly. Amy pulled it out a minute later.
“You have a very healthy-looking vagina, Lucy. I’m envious!” Amy chuckled.
“Was that it?” I asked.
“Were you hoping it would take longer?” she asked.
“It’s not usually this quick,” I said.
“One last thing to check,” Amy said.
I watched as the gloves fell to the floor.
“Oh,” I jumped again, feeling her bare fingers pressing against my pussy.
“I’m going to check your clitoris,” she said.
I felt her peeling my lips open before applying pressure to my nub.
“Fuck,” I whispered, feeling my nipples growing hard under the flimsy gown.
“And now the inside,” she said, sliding a finger into my tight canal. “I get a better feel without the gloves on.”
I gripped the sides of the bed, trying to keep my tense body from shaking. I could feel my wetness growing by the second. My face felt hot with embarrassment. Amy must have noticed my obvious arousal?
“Almost done,” she said.
I felt her sliding two fingers into me, stretching my tight cunt even wider.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I chanted, feeling my body trembling with arousal.
The wet sound of my pussy filled the room as Amy’s fingers moved around my engorged lips.
“I just need to check your pelvic muscles now,” Amy said.
She started sliding her two fingers in and out of me rhythmically.
Was she fingering me?
“Good girl,” she said as she continued, increasing her pace.
I turned my head to the side. She was sitting with her legs wide and her skirt pulled up. She had one hand between her legs… inside her panties! I could see her hand moving around in circles as she played with herself while fingering me!
“Almost done,” she said.
“Ah!” I gasped as she slipped a third finger into me.
Her fingering was making an audible squelch each time she entered me. I could no longer hold out. I gripped the bed and cried out as an intense orgasm tore through my body, sending me into an uncontrollable spasm. I bucked my hips, causing my gown to slide open, exposing my rock-hard nipples.
I glanced to the side, and in a haze, I noticed Amy had switched hands, fingering me with the hand she had in her panties while fingering herself with my juices.
I closed my eyes, allowing my orgasm to run its course until I finally calmed down and stopped shaking.
“Good job!” Amy said, standing up.
She wheeled off and closed the curtain again.
“You can get dressed, Lucy,” she said, acting as if nothing ever happened.
When I can’t keep my hands off the bride…