“How are you today, Miss Andrews?” comes Dr. Stewart’s deep voice as he enters the room.
“Nervous,” Ana says with an awkward chuckle, immediately mentally facepalming at the instant fail at ‘playing it cool.’ The sight of the Doctor had caught her off guard. She hadn’t been expecting a man at all, much less one as attractive as *this.* “It’s just… it’s my first time,” she explains hesitantly.
“I see that,” he says musingly, eyeing a clipboard that seems to contain her medical notes.
He’s barely looked in her direction since he entered, and Ana sort of wishes he would hurry it along so she could get the whole ‘a stranger is staring at my naked vagina’ ordeal over and done with already.
He turns to the sink, tugging up his sleeves to wash his hands. “Any concerns or is this just a routine checkup?” he asks, shutting off the water again.
She shifts in her seat. “Just routine,” she says as he dries off. “I, uh… can be a bit of a health nut,” she adds, giving another chuckle.
“That’s fine. Hopefully this check-up will help put your mind at ease,” he says, and then finally makes eye contact to give a warm smile that’s probably also meant to put her at ease, except it doesn’t, because his attractiveness alone is now a major reason for her anxiety, and, *really?* She couldn’t have gotten an eldery woman doctor or something?
“Cool,” she says after a beat.
He approaches her, checking her feet are properly situated within the stirrups. Ana can’t help but notice the lack of gloves on his hands, but keeps her mouth shut, not wanting to embarrass herself by questioning it.
“We’ll start with some preliminary questions,” he says, coming to stand between her spread thighs and looking her in the eye. “Are you sexually active?”
“Um, no,” she says timidly. His eyebrow arches, disbelieving.
“You don’t need to be modest about it. I’m your doctor, I need to know these things.”
“No, honest, I–” she clears her throat. “I’m a… virgin. So. Heh.” Another nervous laugh.
“A virgin,” he repeats, as if he’s tasting the word on his tongue. “Well excuse my skepticism, but you’re a beautiful young woman, so I can only assume the choice to abstain is one made by yourself. Is there any particular reason for that?”
Ana pauses, half wondering what the reason for this line of questioning is, as well as helplessly flattered by his compliment. As if he suspects that she’s having trouble processing her thoughts, he adds, “I’m just asking in case it’s something I can help with; plenty of women suffer from vaginal discomfort during sex, or pelvic issues, or lubrication problems–”
“Oh, no,” she says, shaking her head. “Not at all, it’s not– I’m just… sort of shy about stuff like that,” she explains haltingly, the tips of her ears feeling warm.
“Shy?” he prompts.
“Yeah. Grew up with super strict parents and even after I became ‘of age,’ I just… never tried it. Too nervous to, I guess. I had boyfriends and stuff but I just never felt ready,” she says, not meeting his eye.
“Hm,” he hums, before reaching under the bench she’s splayed out on and turning a lever that slowly lowers her back, until she’s lying back a little more. She can’t help but feel slightly more vulnerable, more exposed. “I see. Well everything looks normal at first glance. I see you shaved for me,” he comments, making Ana’s cheeks burn hot.
“I didn’t– I just do it sometimes, for myself, it wasn’t–”
“Only teasing,” he smiles, wheeling over his small table of tools. “Tell me, do you usually have this much trouble relaxing? I’d hate to think your… shyness was inhibiting you in other aspects of your life too.”
She swallows, thinking it over.
“I’ve got it under control,” she says, sounding uncertain even to her own ears.
Humming pensively, he touches her, a thumb stroking firmly over her clit and then pulling the hood back to leave the small bud exposed.
“Oh,” she gasps before she can stop herself.
He glances at her. “Everything okay?” he asks.
She nods quickly, still hopelessly flustered. “Yeah, fine, just caught me off guard.”
“Good,” he murmurs, releasing the hood of her clit and then just gently rubbing it, the pad of his thumb massaging the button slowly. “Just examining the vulva, making sure there are no abnormalities… How about self-relief?” he asks.
“W– what?” she stammers, overwhelmed, her mind racing with several thoughts at once, trying to figure out which of them to address first.
“Masturbation, Ana,” he says patiently. “Do you touch yourself?”
“Uh– yes?” she answers truthfully, feeling her blood run warm beneath her skin as he continues his ministrations on her clit.
“Yeah?” he asks, voice a little huskier than before. “Like this?” he asks, one capable finger sliding lower, to where she’s starting to get wet, gathering her juices and then rubbing them over her swollen nub. Ana gasps softly, mortified at her own body’s reaction.
“I– I–”
“No need to feel embarrassed,” he tells her. “This is perfectly natural; especially for a woman like you, who hasn’t been touched this way before.”
“Doctor…” she breathes, feeling her pussy getting wetter and wetter in response to the slick, easy slide of his finger over her achingly stiff clit. It feels so good she’s already shivering with it, trying to resist the urge to buck against his hand as he increases his speed.
“Come on, tell me,” he says enticingly. “Is this how you touch yourself at night, Ana? Is this how you make yourself cum?”
“Mhm,” she confirms, gasping as he slowly masturbates her into a state of intense arousal. “Y– yeah, yeah, like that.”
“Show me,” he says after a moment, removing his hand entirely. She blinks her eyes open to look at him, finding his expression more intent than before. “Go on, play with it,” he prompts roughly.
Her mind swimming with lust, Ana reaches down between her parted thighs and takes over. Dipping two fingers shallowly into her now-aching cunt, she drags them through her slit, before rubbing them in delicate circles around her clit, not too fast, just enough to tease herself, draw it out a little, stoke the fire building inside her.
Feeling the twinge of the ache deep inside that she can never quite satisfy, she futilely plunges both fingers into herself again, as deep as they’ll go this time, curling them against her sweet spot and humping into her hand needily.
“Fuck,” he curses, watching her with a lust-darkened gaze. She freezes, and he shakes his head, saying, “Nuh-uh, don’t stop. Yeah… that’s it, make that pussy drip, that’s a good girl.” His hands start to reach for his waistband, and her eyes widen, fingers pausing.
“Dr Stewart,” she breathes, shocked – at him, as well as at herself.
“We don’t need to go all the way,” he assures her; she notices, now, that he’s palming himself through his pants, squeezing the hard length of the erection tenting his scrubs. “But I’ll bet fear of the unknown is half your problem, Ana.”
As she stares, he reaches past his waistband, pulling his cock out of his pants. Her eyes widen as she takes it in, her first time seeing a dick in real life, thick, long and flushed red at the tip. The fact that it’s happening *here*, with someone who was meant to give her a brief clinical examination and send her on her way, makes her head spin. She should be horrified, but instead she finds herself more aroused than she’s ever been in her life.
As she stares, he strokes himself, and she lets out a soft whimper as the head starts to drip. Almost involuntarily, her fingers start to move inside her pussy again, watching him. He groans, getting closer, one of his big hands gripping her thigh, the other continuing to stroke his leaking cock as he watches her masturbate for him.
“Move your hand,” he murmurs after a moment, tone urgent. She does it immediately, and lets out a shocked yelp as he rubs his cock against her, up and down through her slit, coating it in her juices, before rubbing the leaking tip over her clit again and again, until they’re both moaning. She’s dripping all over her ass and thighs, but it’s not enough, and he seems to know it.
“What’s the matter?” he asks her, a little breathless. He presses his cock against her weeping hole, before moving away again, making her cunt clench futilely around nothing.
“*Ah*,” she whimpers breathily, her hips bucking, the pulsing desire deep inside of her that she’d always ignored making itself known, and loudly. “D-Doctor, I… I need…” she trails off, thighs starting to quiver as her desperation builds.
“What do you need?” he asks gruffly. “You want it faster? Hm?” he slides down a little, until his cock is pressing against her needy opening once more, pressing forwards a little this time, making her stomach flip with anticipation. “Or do you need to be fucked? You want my cock deep inside of you, showing this pussy what it’s for? Answer me,” he says, voice turning sharp.
“Please,” she moans finally. “Fuck me, *please*, I need it.”
“*Mm*, that’s what I thought,” he rumbles, satisfied, slowly starting to push into her. “*Fuck*. I knew you’d have a tight fucking cunt,” he grunts, shoving his cock deeper still. “Barely inside you and it’s already milking me for all it’s worth.” Ana gasps, and then he puts a hand over her mouth. She barely has time to wonder why before he’s shoving inside her the rest of the way, impaling her on his length and muffling her resulting scream with his palm.
Just like that; she was no longer a virgin.
“Shh,” he hushes her, slowly removing his hand again as he works his hips against her in short, deep strokes. “We don’t need anyone checking up on us, do we? Yeah, there we go, you can take it, good girl.”
Biting her lip to keep herself quiet, she arches and writhes against him, trying to get used to the feel of him, the insane stretch that feels like nothing she’s ever experienced before.
“Oh my god,” she gasps as he fills her up, feeling stretched more than her dainty fingers could ever manage. “I’m–I–”
“You keep wriggling around on my cock like that and I’m gonna end up fucking you stupid,” he promises gruffly, pulling out halfway and then slamming back into her. She gives a choked-sounding moan.
“Yeah,” she manages, panting, the dull, throbbing ache of the stretch turning into something intensely pleasurable. “H–harder,” she pleads.
“Mmm, I know,” he says, voice thick with lust as he starts to thrust into her properly, balls slapping against her ass. “I knew you’d be an eager little slut for it. That’s it, just like that, give me that pretty little pussy.”
He grips her ass as he fucks into her in rough, quick strokes, making her pussy clench around his cock, milking him steadily. He slams forward against her clit on each thrust, making it tingle and throb, until her moans become more urgent, and she’s shaking with a sudden orgasm that makes her see stars.
“Shit,” he groans, getting even rougher, pace turning punishing as she spasms hotly around him. Suddenly, he stills, and then jerks into her once more with a low growl, the feeling of his cock twitching and then spurting hot cum deep inside of her making her moan softly.
“Mm,” he sighs as he slowly pulls out, panting softly. “Well you’ve got too much cum in you for any real examination right now,” he tells her, half teasing, half serious. She flushes, feeling oddly bashful, even now. “You’ll need to make another appointment. Let’s say… around a week from now?”
She nods immediately, already impatient for more. “Yeah. Sounds perfect.”The door swings open, sending a cool breeze across Ana’s bare skin that makes her shiver, skin tingling.
Part of the reason for her restlessness is the nervous knot in her tummy; she hasn’t been to a gynaecologist before, and she’s managed to make it almost to the end of her final year at college before finally forcing herself to bite the bullet and make the appointment.
She feels silly about it, but the fact that no one has seen *that* part of her since she became old enough to wash herself in the bath has made her unbearably shy about this whole thing – but nonetheless, she owed it to herself to push past her self-consciousness and general timid nature. If nothing else, at least for the sake of her health.
“How are you today, Miss Andrews?” comes Dr. Stewart’s deep voice as he enters the room.
“Nervous,” she says with an awkward chuckle, immediately mentally facepalming at the instant fail at ‘playing it cool.’ The sight of the Doctor had caught her off guard. She hadn’t been expecting a man at all, much less one as attractive as *this.* “It’s just… it’s my first time,” she explains hesitantly.
“I see that,” he says musingly, eyeing a clipboard that seems to contain her medical notes.
He’s barely looked in her direction since he entered, and Ana sort of wishes he would hurry it along so she could get the whole ‘a stranger is staring at my naked vagina’ ordeal over and done with already.
He turns to the sink, tugging up his sleeves to wash his hands. “Any concerns or is this just a routine checkup?” he asks, shutting off the water again.
She shifts in her seat. “Just routine,” she says as he dries off. “I, uh… can be a bit of a health nut,” she adds, giving another chuckle.
“That’s fine. Hopefully this check-up will help put your mind at ease,” he says, and then finally makes eye contact to give a warm smile that’s probably also meant to put her at ease, except it doesn’t, because his attractiveness alone is now a major reason for her anxiety, and, *really?* She couldn’t have gotten an eldery woman doctor or something?
“Cool,” she says after a beat.
He approaches her, checking her feet are properly situated within the stirrups. Ana can’t help but notice the lack of gloves on his hands, but keeps her mouth shut, not wanting to embarrass herself by questioning it.
“We’ll start with some preliminary questions,” he says, coming to stand between her spread thighs and looking her in the eye. “Are you sexually active?”
“Um, no,” she says timidly. His eyebrow arches, disbelieving.
“You don’t need to be modest about it. I’m your doctor, I need to know these things.”
“No, honest, I–” she clears her throat. “I’m a… virgin. So. Heh.” Another nervous laugh.
“A virgin,” he repeats, as if he’s tasting the word on his tongue. “Well excuse my skepticism, but you’re a beautiful young woman, so I can only assume the choice to abstain is one made by yourself. Is there any particular reason for that?”
Ana pauses, half wondering what the reason for this line of questioning is, as well as helplessly flattered by his compliment. As if he suspects that she’s having trouble processing her thoughts, he adds, “I’m just asking in case it’s something I can help with; plenty of women suffer from vaginal discomfort during sex, or pelvic issues, or lubrication problems–”
“Oh, no,” she says, shaking her head. “Not at all, it’s not– I’m just… sort of shy about stuff like that,” she explains haltingly, the tips of her ears feeling warm.
“Shy?” he prompts.
“Yeah. Grew up with super strict parents and even after I became ‘of age,’ I just… never tried it. Too nervous to, I guess. I had boyfriends and stuff but I just never felt ready,” she says, not meeting his eye.
“Hm,” he hums, before reaching under the bench she’s splayed out on and turning a lever that slowly lowers her back, until she’s lying back a little more. She can’t help but feel slightly more vulnerable, more exposed. “I see. Well everything looks normal at first glance. I see you shaved for me,” he comments, making Ana’s cheeks burn hot.
“I didn’t– I just do it sometimes, for myself, it wasn’t–”
“Only teasing,” he smiles, wheeling over his small table of tools. “Tell me, do you usually have this much trouble relaxing? I’d hate to think your… shyness was inhibiting you in other aspects of your life too.”
She swallows, thinking it over.
“I’ve got it under control,” she says, sounding uncertain even to her own ears.
Humming pensively, he touches her, a thumb stroking firmly over her clit and then pulling the hood back to leave the small bud exposed.
“Oh,” she gasps before she can stop herself.
He glances at her. “Everything okay?” he asks.
She nods quickly, still hopelessly flustered. “Yeah, fine, just caught me off guard.”
“Good,” he murmurs, releasing the hood of her clit and then just gently rubbing it, the pad of his thumb massaging the button slowly. “Just examining the vulva, making sure there are no abnormalities… How about self-relief?” he asks.
“W– what?” she stammers, overwhelmed, her mind racing with several thoughts at once, trying to figure out which of them to address first.
“Masturbation, Ana,” he says patiently. “Do you touch yourself?”
“Uh– yes?” she answers truthfully, feeling her blood run warm beneath her skin as he continues his ministrations on her clit.
“Yeah?” he asks, voice a little huskier than before. “Like this?” he asks, one capable finger sliding lower, to where she’s starting to get wet, gathering her juices and then rubbing them over her swollen nub. Ana gasps softly, mortified at her own body’s reaction.
“I– I–”
“No need to feel embarrassed,” he tells her. “This is perfectly natural; especially for a woman like you, who hasn’t been touched this way before.”
“Doctor…” she breathes, feeling her pussy getting wetter and wetter in response to the slick, easy slide of his finger over her achingly stiff clit. It feels so good she’s already shivering with it, trying to resist the urge to buck against his hand as he increases his speed.
“Come on, tell me,” he says enticingly. “Is this how you touch yourself at night, Ana? Is this how you make yourself cum?”
“Mhm,” she confirms, gasping as he slowly masturbates her into a state of intense arousal. “Y– yeah, yeah, like that.”
“Show me,” he says after a moment, removing his hand entirely. She blinks her eyes open to look at him, finding his expression more intent than before. “Go on, play with it,” he prompts roughly.
Her mind swimming with lust, Ana reaches down between her parted thighs and takes over. Dipping two fingers shallowly into her now-aching cunt, she drags them through her slit, before rubbing them in delicate circles around her clit, not too fast, just enough to tease herself, draw it out a little, stoke the fire building inside her.
Feeling the twinge of the ache deep inside that she can never quite satisfy, she futilely plunges both fingers into herself again, as deep as they’ll go this time, curling them against her sweet spot and humping into her hand needily.
“Fuck,” he curses, watching her with a lust-darkened gaze. She freezes, and he shakes his head, saying, “Nuh-uh, don’t stop. Yeah… that’s it, make that pussy drip, that’s a good girl.” His hands start to reach for his waistband, and her eyes widen, fingers pausing.
“Dr Stewart,” she breathes, shocked – at him, as well as at herself.
“We don’t need to go all the way,” he assures her; she notices, now, that he’s palming himself through his pants, squeezing the hard length of the erection tenting his scrubs. “But I’ll bet fear of the unknown is half your problem, Ana.”
As she stares, he reaches past his waistband, pulling his cock out of his pants. Her eyes widen as she takes it in, her first time seeing a dick in real life, thick, long and flushed red at the tip. The fact that it’s happening *here*, with someone who was meant to give her a brief clinical examination and send her on her way, makes her head spin. She should be horrified, but instead she finds herself more aroused than she’s ever been in her life.
As she stares, he strokes himself, and she lets out a soft whimper as the head starts to drip. Almost involuntarily, her fingers start to move inside her pussy again, watching him. He groans, getting closer, one of his big hands gripping her thigh, the other continuing to stroke his leaking cock as he watches her masturbate for him.
“Move your hand,” he murmurs after a moment, tone urgent. She does it immediately, and lets out a shocked yelp as he rubs his cock against her, up and down through her slit, coating it in her juices, before rubbing the leaking tip over her clit again and again, until they’re both moaning. She’s dripping all over her ass and thighs, but it’s not enough, and he seems to know it.
“What’s the matter?” he asks her, a little breathless. He presses his cock against her weeping hole, before moving away again, making her cunt clench futilely around nothing.
“*Ah*,” she whimpers breathily, her hips bucking, the pulsing desire deep inside of her that she’d always ignored making itself known, and loudly. “D-Doctor, I… I need…” she trails off, thighs starting to quiver as her desperation builds.
“What do you need?” he asks gruffly. “You want it faster? Hm?” he slides down a little, until his cock is pressing against her needy opening once more, pressing forwards a little this time, making her stomach flip with anticipation. “Or do you need to be fucked? You want my cock deep inside of you, showing this pussy what it’s for? Answer me,” he says, voice turning sharp.
“Please,” she moans finally. “Fuck me, *please*, I need it.”
“*Mm*, that’s what I thought,” he rumbles, satisfied, slowly starting to push into her. “*Fuck*. I knew you’d have a tight fucking cunt,” he grunts, shoving his cock deeper still. “Barely inside you and it’s already milking me for all it’s worth.” Ana gasps, and then he puts a hand over her mouth. She barely has time to wonder why before he’s shoving inside her the rest of the way, impaling her on his length and muffling her resulting scream with his palm.
Just like that; she was no longer a virgin.
“Shh,” he hushes her, slowly removing his hand again as he works his hips against her in short, deep strokes. “We don’t need anyone checking up on us, do we? Yeah, there we go, you can take it, good girl.”
Biting her lip to keep herself quiet, she arches and writhes against him, trying to get used to the feel of him, the insane stretch that feels like nothing she’s ever experienced before.
“Oh my god,” she gasps as he fills her up, feeling stretched more than her dainty fingers could ever manage. “I’m–I–”
“You keep wriggling around on my cock like that and I’m gonna end up fucking you stupid,” he promises gruffly, pulling out halfway and then slamming back into her. She gives a choked-sounding moan.
“Yeah,” she manages, panting, the dull, throbbing ache of the stretch turning into something intensely pleasurable. “H–harder,” she pleads.
“Mmm, I know,” he says, voice thick with lust as he starts to thrust into her properly, balls slapping against her ass. “I knew you’d be an eager little slut for it. That’s it, just like that, give me that pretty little pussy.”
He grips her ass as he fucks into her in rough, quick strokes, making her pussy clench around his cock, milking him steadily. He slams forward against her clit on each thrust, making it tingle and throb, until her moans become more urgent, and she’s shaking with a sudden orgasm that makes her see stars.
“Shit,” he groans, getting even rougher, pace turning punishing as she spasms hotly around him. Suddenly, he stills, and then jerks into her once more with a low growl, the feeling of his cock twitching and then spurting hot cum deep inside of her making her moan softly.
“Mm,” he sighs as he slowly pulls out, panting softly. “Well you’ve got too much cum in you for any real examination right now,” he tells her, half teasing, half serious. She flushes, feeling oddly bashful, even now. “You’ll need to make another appointment. Let’s say… around a week from now?”
She nods immediately, already impatient for more. “Yeah. Sounds perfect.”
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