A trip to the gynecologist

After postponing the appointment for several months, she finally made it to the gynecologist. Like every woman, it wasn’t an appointment, she looked forward to. Having someone pushing things into you why you are still completely dry is probably as pleasant , as a root canal treatment. 

She took a last deep breath, before she ringed the bell. The door flung open and she entered, seeing the assistant of Mr. Tucson smiling at her already. 

“Miss Summer, good to see you! Unfortunately Doctor Tucson had to go to an emergency and will be back in two hours. I am sorry it was so sudden I couldn’t call you. However Doctor Smith could take over if you don’t want to wait.” 

A great. Another doctor she had to explain everything thing. 

“Fine, I have an appointment in two hours, I can’t wait. I will go with doctor Smith then.” 

The assistent smiled at her and pointed her examine room 1.

Emily took a seat on a chair and waited for doctor Smith to come in. 

Several minutes later the door flung open and doctor Smith entered the room. 

Emily’s jaw dropped. He was one of the most attractive men she had seen. His hair was blonde, a few strand falling into his face, his deep blue eyes were looking directly into her eyes, as he came towards her, flashing his bright white teeth smiling. 

“Miss Summers, it’s good to meet you. How are you feeling?” 

She couldn’t help herself but stare at his bare forearms, as he had rolled up his scrubs because it was a hot day. Immediately she was wet. 

“Shit”, she thought. Her boyfriend had kept her on denial for two months now, so she was aroused by everything and everyone. 

Clearing her thoughts, she answered “everything is fine, thank you doctor Smith.”

“Great. Please take of your shirt, so I can examine your breasts.” 

Her mind went wild. She had forgotten about this. Shit. Her boyfriend Owen and her were playing last night and he bit her breasts, so she now had little bruises over her breasts. 

She turned around, undressed her shirt and bra and turned around again. 

He raised one eyebrow and tilted his head. 

“Well… I don’t know how to explain this but I can assure you, I am okay.” 

He smirked and walked up to her. 

“Okay, I won’t ask any questions. Please take up your arms.” Slowly she raised her arms over her head. 

“If it hurts, please tell me and I will try to go softer.” 

He put both hands on her C-cup boob and slowly examined them for little knots. 

Unintentionally he brushed her nipple with his finger and she sharply inhaled. Immediately he pulled his hands away. 

“Oh I am sorry, I try to be more gentle.” 

After examining one of her breasts, he changed to the other breast. Her nipples had gotten rock hard in the meantime and her clit was throbbing against her panty. 

“Alright, nothing unusual here. You can dress back up. After that please undress your lower body in the changing booth. I will prepare the examining chair in the meantime.”

Automatically she walked over to the changing booth and undresses her jeans and panties. She looked down and saw the juices were already overflowing. 

“Great. Think about something else”, she told to herself. 

The chair had already been prepared, as she got out of the changing booth. She walked over, sat on the chair and opened her legs wide, resting her feet on the footrest. 

Opening wide directly in front of doctor Smith let her mind go wild. 

He put on the latex gloves, pressed one hand on her lower stomach and inserted one finger into her vagina. 

“Think about something else. Think about something else”, she told herself over and over. 

“Relax”, he said, “it will be over soon, I know it’s not pleasant.” 

Oohhh it was the direct opposite. He let his finger slide in and pressed it again her G-spot.

“Don’t moan. Don’t moan. It will be over soon”, she told herself again. 

But, he stroked it again and again, making her want an orgasm so bad after two months of being denied. 

“Something is odd her. Let me just…”, he said as he pulled out his finger, just to put in a second finger. 

Both fingers were now massaging her G-spot, bringing her closer to an orgasm. 

“I may not cum. I may not cum.” 

“There is a little bump, I am not sure what it is though”, he said, still massaging the G-spot. She could feel her orgasm coming but right as she was on the brink of the orgasm, he pulled away. 

“No, no, no”, she thought as she felt her orgasm coming anyway. She bit her lip so she wouldn’t curse and scream as the ruined orgasm washed over her. 

Her uterus clenched as she wasn’t feeling any pleasure, while her body tried to go wild but she couldn’t make a move or it would get worse. 

“Owen must never know this”, as the last ruined orgasm wave washed over her. 

He looked at her vagina, looked back at her, back at her clenching vagina and smiled. 

“Well, I guess Owen will be punishing you tonight for cumming so easily today”, he said as he threw away the gloves, winked at her and left the room. 

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