Printer hums in the corner. Faded carpet. Worn magazines. I fidget in my gray-pink wool suit. 6:45 PM. Class done, freshened up quick. Fever at 38°. That nagging ache low in my belly. Itches. Weird stains in my panties. New job, small town. Shy me, so pudique. No appointment. Waiting an hour fifteen. Heart races. Door to his office–company doc’s den–creaks open.
Previous guy leaves. ‘Bye Doc, thanks.’ Doc nods. ‘Us now, Miss.’ Clicks mouse. Fills my file. Fever. Belly pain. ‘Strip next room. Full exam.’
The Tension Builds
Blush burns. But obey. Exam room white, hot. Printer buzzes faint through wall. Coffee scent mixes my perfume. Slip off bra, panties. He enters. Measures. Weighs. Tests reflexes. Table padded, paper crinkles under me.
Stethoscope cold on back. Cough. Breathe deep. Palps neck, armpits. Grimace. Breasts next. Fingers flat, knead firm tits. Nipples tweak. Jolt. ‘Sensitive?’ ‘Yes.’ He pinches more. Heat builds. Heart pounds.
Feet in stirrups. Table drops. He rolls stool close. Speculum gleams. Fingers part my blonde bush. Wet already. Spreads lips. Pink, slick. Stops. ‘You’re… a virgin? At 26?’ Shock. Explains hymen blocks flow. Rules trapped. Infection. Fever source.
Cleans half-hour. Fingers tease clit ‘medically.’ Breath hot on pussy. Room steams. I relax. Waves build. Nipples hard. Pulse races.
Lavage next. Warm fluid in. Finger seals. Squat over basin. Push. Jets out with gunk. He wipes deep. Thorough.
Anal check. Lubes rosebud. Tight. Push. Finger in slow. Prostate prod? No, my G-spot hunt? Belly press. Cheek rasps thigh. Breath fans cunt. Storm hits. Quakes. Orgasms crash. Silent scream.
He smiles. Wipes. Protection wad. Dress. Pills: antibiotic, relaxer, birth control. Bureau chat. Virginity issue. Risks. Story spills: strict mom, lost love. Tears. He wipes cheek.
The Raw Explosion
Week later. Back late. Pay last bill. Coffee brews. Aroma blends perfume. Laugh nervous. Exam again. Strip fast. Stirrups eager. His eyes devour. Bulge tents pants.
New toy: thin LED probe thru hymen hole. Lights inside. ‘Pristine.’ Fingers G-spot bare. No gloves. Electric. Builds. Explodes.
Door locked click. After-hours. Open space empty. ‘Can’t go on like this.’ Incision offer. Agree. Snip. Quick. Clean. Frottis. Sped up.
‘Your G-spot’s huge.’ Fingers nude. Gel slick. Circles clit. Digs ridge. Fireworks. Buck. Squirt floods. Grip his arm. Thighs clamp.
Pants down. Cock throbs. Massive. ‘Want this?’ ‘Fuck yes.’ Desk clears. Papers fly. Printer whirs oblivious. Bend over. Gland splits lips. Rabot G-spot. Thrusts pound. ‘Tight virgin cunt!’ Grunt. Slap skin. Coffee mug rattles.
Flip. Legs wide. Rides hard. Tits bounce. ‘Doc–fuck me!’ Clit grinds. Balls slap. Tension snaps. Cum screams. Fills deep. Drip out.
Mask on. Wipe pussy. Adjust skirt. Suit straight. Perfume over sweat. Unlock door. Click. Back to meeting. Smile pro. Legs shaky. Cum leaks. Adrenaline buzz. Secret sealed. Printer hums on.