As I reviewed her chart, my head shook once more. Hell, she sounded really boring, like a real Plain Jane, probably ugly as all hell too. Just my luck.
Whatever, it’s just a routine exam. I’m getting paid. It’d be over in no time.
I knocked, but there was no answer. And grabbing the doorknob, I pushed open the barrier, expecting to see an ugly girl waiting.
But instead, the gorgeous woman before me makes my cock stiffen. Blinking a little, I stare once more. This is Exam Room B, right? I’m not in the wrong place?
Because the woman is breathtaking. She immediately looks up at me, her wide brown eyes filled with innocence. Auburn curls brush her shoulders, bouncing lightly to and fro. Her face is like an angel, that pretty pink pout slightly parted, cheeks slightly flushed.
And even beneath that thin robe, I can tell she has a beautifully curvy body. Oh yeah, there are hills and valleys under there worthy of awards, their lushness barely covered by the paper robe.
Aw fuck.
I’m gonna touch that?
Hell yeah.
But it’s important to stay professional … at least for now. Covering my stiffening groin with my clipboard, I move forwards into the room.
“Miss Dorman?” I manage in a smooth drawl, like nothing’s wrong. “Jane Dorman?”
The brunette bites her lip for a moment.
“Yes, that’s me,” she replies. “Hello.” Her voice is sweet, like the song of an siren, with just a trace of nervousness.
“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Dr. Morgan, filling in for Dr. Alba today. You’re here for a regular check-up, right?”
She nods silently. But then a whisper comes.
“Yes. Actually, it’s my first time.” Her voice is so quiet that she’s almost whispering at this point, and my ears strain to catch those tones.
But aw shit.
Is this really her first time?
Hell yeah. Perth just got a lot better.
Because unprofessional or not, I wanted to see her pussy. I wanted to inspect a tight, fresh one, young and sweet. I wanted to look deep inside those gleaming folds while she waited, breathing hard, those massive boobies rising up and down.
But this is a professional exam. So my expression remained neutral.
“No worries. Is there anything I should know beforehand? Any medical problems? Have you been experiencing any pain?”
She bit her lip.
“No, Doctor.”
“Okay great. Well, I’ll begin by-“
But then the girl interrupts.
“Actually,” she begins slowly. Her cheeks grow pink, incredibly enticing. “I – I’m not sure if this matters, but I’m a virgin.” Again, her voice is almost a whisper, like she’s devastatingly embarrassed. Those big brown eyes dart away, cheeks flushing a deep red. “I thought you should know,” she says to the floor, not meeting my gaze.
Oh shit. My dick jerks stiffly under the clipboard, straining against the fabric of my pants. I thought when she said this was her first time, it meant that this was her first exam. Not that she’s never felt cock. But this isn’t a bad thing. The opposite in fact. This female has never had something deep within those sweet folds, never moaned in ecstasy during a furious session of heavy dicking.
And I’m just the guy for the job.
What the hell?
This is fucking crazy.
I’ll lose my license.
I’ll be prosecuted and tried as a sex offender.
But shit, my dick doesn’t care. It wants to taste this sweetness, and won’t give up.
So I smile reassuringly, maintaining a calm, professional demeanor.
“That’s fine. Everyone has a first exam.”
Her eyes return to mine for a moment, reflecting a mixture of surprise and hesitation. But then she exhales, and I can see the girl mentally summoning her courage.
“Okay,” she murmurs, still looking down. “I’m ready then.”
Putting the clipboard on the counter, I button the white lab coat so that my erection is hidden. Fuck, this thing is huge. My boner could probably drill a hole in solid rock right now, it aches just being in the presence of this beautiful virgin.
But she doesn’t know and I smile neutrally once more.
“Is it alright if I use my hands to inspect your body?”
She nods, signaling that it’s okay for me to make my move.
And slowly, I scan her body up and down, pretending like this is what I always do. In fact, the opposite. Most times I try not to see what’s before me. I look, but my brain is more like a machine, noting deficiencies, noting potential problem areas.
This time it’s different though. I’m soaking in the curves of this gorgeous female body. Every inch. Every sweet centimeter is burned on my retinas, even through the thin paper fabric.
“Lean back,” comes my rasp. Her eyes fly up to mine. Oh shit, that was too seductive. “Lean back,” I command this time, assertive yet neutral, and slowly, the woman tilts herself so that she’s resting against the exam table.
“Perfect. Now I’m going to undo this robe.”
And with quick fingers, it’s done. The little ties were straining against Jane’s lusciousness, stretching and almost breaking, so they almost come apart on their own.
And then, the most glorious thing happens.
Her breasts actually break free from the paper robe, like straight out of a movie. They’re gorgeous and huge, even bigger than expected. The luscious sacks of cream hang ripe and firm, pink nipples pointed my way, hard as rocks.
Because my Plain Jane is aroused as fuck. Oh yeah, it’s cold in this exam room, they keep these places like freezers sometimes. But this kind of pebbling isn’t from the cold. This kind of stiffness is because she needs a man in her body, she needs a man’s mouth sucking those delectable tips, making her moan and scream.
So slowly, I rub my hands together, warming them up. Usually, latex gloves are called for, but in this case, I’ve conveniently “forgotten,” determined to squeeze those boobies skin against skin. Reaching forward, I take the massive weight of her right breast in both of my hands, lifting it up slightly.
“Does that hurt?”
Jane shakes her head slightly.
I smile reassuringly.
“Good, tell me if anything bothers you.”
And oh fuck, this glorious breast is so beautiful. My thumb strokes her supple skin, watching little goosebumps form. Does she like that? Slowly, my eyes trace a pattern from her breast skin to the edges of her nipple. Her areolas are lush and a deep pink, as if someone spilled a glass of fine wine upon soft, snowy cream. Watching closely, the skin around her areola tightens as her nipples harden even more, the girl’s breathing growing labored. In fact, the longer I stare, the more her nipples perk.
Good.
She likes this.
“Any new sensations now?” comes my smooth voice.
“Yes,” she murmurs.
“Painful?”
“No”. She shakes her head and take a deep breath, her breast rising in my hand. Shit, that feels right, the soft slope moving under my fist. “Just … different. I’ve never been touched there before,” she admits with a shy smile this time.
“Oh?”
Jane nods, and I continue to gently stroke and massage her breast. This time, I wrap both hands around her boobie, cupping it by the base, squeezing gently as I slide my hands forward, like I’m milking the beautiful mound.
“Does it hurt when I squeeze like this?”
Jane shakes her head slightly.
“No, it ….”
“It what, sweetheart? How does it feel?”
“It…it feels good.” I can almost hear a small moan escape her lips as she makes the admission. Good. I want her loosened up, I want to get her hot and bothered and ready for more. Because there’s a lot more coming, pretty baby.
Continuing to squeeze, my mind goes crazy. The softness in my hands makes my dick jerk painfully, and incredibly, I
envision these full sacks filled to the brim with nutritious milk. She’s fertile for sure. There’d be so much vitamin D in her heaving teats. Dribbles would slide from her nipples constantly, feeding a baby and then me.
What the fuck?
Where is this going?
Why am I thinking of Jane pregnant and giving birth?
Is it her figure?
That lusciousness that speaks of fertility?
And why do I want to impregnate? My usual thing is pump and dump, not raising kids.
But this is already so fucked up, so I go one better.
Using my thumb, I trace my way to the front of her breast. Slowly, my finger outlines her areola, and oh shit, this time the girl definitely moans. Stopping, I look into her eyes. But those sweet brown eyes are closed before fluttering open when she realized I’ve ceased all motion. They’re dreamlike and hazy, innocent yet knowing now as well. Because she wants me to continue.
“Tell me sweetheart,” is my low growl. “Say it.”
She closes her eyes and moans again, pushing her chest forward into my hand. But I won’t give her the satisfaction until she says the words.
“Say it,” I rumble again, eyes hard and gleaming. “Say it.”
Those brown eyes flutter open slightly, her pink lips slightly parted. And then her tongue snakes out to lightly wet her lips before speaking.
“Yes Dr. Morgan. Please,” she whispers.
“Please what?”
“Please touch me,” she whispers again.
“Touch me where?” I ask roughly. “Where do you want me to touch you?”
Jane hesitates for a moment, but then those eyes go dreamlike again.
“Here,” she pants softly, pointing to her breasts. And then the little girl surprises me. “And here,” she says, gesturing to her creamy pussy below.
Oh shit, oh shit! Because her robe’s pulled open a bit, and when I look down I can see it. That soft vee hidden between her thighs, the pale pink lips swollen and slightly slick already with arousal. Oh shit, I have to have it, and my dick literally erupts in my pants, a burst of pre-cum jetting out.
But first things first.
“Good girl,” comes my low growl. “I’ll take care of you, no worries sweetheart.”
And with that, I lift my thumb and gently flick the tip of her nipple, the point elongating before my gaze. An involuntary gasp escapes Jane’s lips.
“Oh my god!” she squeaks, eyes wide. “Oh my god!”
“Stay still honey,” my voice drawls. “I’m gonna check your nipple again.”
And smiling I flick it once more. Oh shit, it grows even rosier and more rigid, now almost two inches long, protruding like a. I continue playing with her nipple for several long seconds, and Jane almost stops breathing, watching with wide eyes as her body responds beautifully and naturally. But then she gets into it. Slowly, her lids drop once more, mouth slightly open as she moans.
“Ahhhh,” is that soft cry. “Oh!”
I continued flicking her nipple with my left hand, and move my right hand over to her other breast. I repeat the same motion with my right thumb, playing around with those hard tips, swirling them around in circular motions, rubbing them gently, and then a bit harder, and then gently again.
Jane’s making a lot of noises at this point.
“Oh doctor,” she cries gutturally, eyes squeezed shut with ecstasy. “Oh doctor.”
That’s when I knew it was time for me to taste them.
“Jane,” comes my low rumble. “Lie back, sweetheart. I’m going to lower this so you can relax, okay? You ready?”
“Yes Doctor,” she whispers.
And reaching underneath, I press a button so that the exam table is completely horizontal, my gorgeous patient flat on her back. And shit, her breasts rise like snowy mountains, the most beautiful display. Immediately, I take into my hands again, rubbing and squeezing the luscious flesh even as I eye that lovely body, devouring her curves.
But right. I want a mouthful of the goodness. I need to taste this ecstasy, so never stopping my hands, I hook a small stool with my foot and drag it over so that it’s right next to the exam table. Sitting down, I lean over until those hard, perky nipples are just inches from my face.
But instead of going for a mouthful, instead I just breathe. The warm air from my lungs coasts over her sensitive flesh, and the girl moans again, twisting slightly.
“Oh!” is her cry, eyes closed, head tilting back. “Oh!”
“That’s right, sweetheart,” I growl. “And there’s more.”
Lowering my mouth, I lick once slowly, laving her pink tip with my tongue, pulling back for a moment to see the shiny nub perk even more before standing straight up, hard and aroused.
“Oh!” she cries out again. “Oh Dr. Morgan!”
But I can’t resist anymore. I can’t go slow. And immediately, my mouth latches on hungrily, sucking and pulling at that tasty nip.
Jane and I moan simultaneously as my lips go wild. My tongue circles her areola, making its way up to the tip of the nipple, and then back down and around. My lips squeeze and wrap around the nipple, trying to take as much of that heavenly flesh into my mouth as possible. Oh fuck. I’m in heaven, devouring mouthful after mouthful of this girl, unable to get enough.
And Jane’s enjoying herself too. She lets out a soft whimper, pushing her breasts into my mouth as if begging me to take more. Her body trembles slightly all over as I suck on these delicious teats.
Soon the room is a cacophony of noises, wet, smacking sounds as well as the breathless moans coming from Jane’s lips. But it sounded good, so I went at it even harder, devouring that creamy breast flesh, whipping my tongue back and forth over each stiff tip.
“Unnh!” she cries out, grasping at my hair. “Oh god!”
“That’s right, sweetheart,” I growl, squeezing one big mass while biting down with my teeth. “It gets better, I promise.”
“Ah!” she shrieks this time, eyes flying open as a lance of pain darts through her breast. But I make it better. With a big hand, I massage the stinging flesh, warming her up and soothing the ache.
“Oh,” she moans once more. “Oh god, Dr. Morgan.”
Slowly, I lift my head, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the valley between her giant gazongas, before looking straight into those big brown eyes. And then I kiss the girl, taking those sweet lips with mine, letting her feel the intense heat of aroused male body.
“You’re so sweet,” I whisper against her pout. “So, so sweet.”
And Jane loses it then. Mewling and writhing, her hands undo the remaining ties so that her body is completely revealed, laid out like a feast on the exam room table. Oh shit, she’s gorgeous, those big boobies heaving up and down, her sweet cunt already slick and wet with nectar.
I can’t wait.
And neither can she.
“Dr. Morgan,” she whispers as our liplock breaks for a moment. “I want you to be my first. I want you to touch me and you know ….”
Her cheeks go scarlet once more. But the admission is so sweet, and I love hearing my name on her lips. I want the virgin to say it.
“What do you want sweetheart? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
She flushes once more beautifully, and I dip my head to kiss those rosy lips again.
“What do you want?” I ask, my voice gravelly this time. “Spell it out honey, use your words.
She bites her lips again, brown eyes wide and innocent.
“I want ….” Her voice trails off.
“Yes?” I growl. “Say it, sweetheart.”
“I want you to take my virginity,” she manages in a rush, so quiet that I barely hear. “I want you to touch me and make me feel good.”
I reward Jane with a deep kiss on the lips then, imbuing the touch with my command. Because I need to command her. I need this virgin to fall apart at my hands, to shatter and burst into shards when the time comes.
“Yes,” is my answering growl. “Yes
, I’ll do that. But don’t be afraid, little girl, because it’s not going to be quite as you expect.”
She stops kissing me for a moment, pulling her lips away.
“What do you mean?” come her trembling words. “What do you mean?”
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