“You’re a very good patient,” Dr. Monroe says, pressing firmer so that I can feel him through my panties. And I know he can feel that I’m dripping wet. “And I just want you to know the specific process. You are going to have to be fully naked and I’m going to have to keep my lab coat on. You will have to submit to me and do what I say, in order for the procedure to go well.”
“Okay,” I say eagerly, as he strokes his fingers up and down on top of my underwear.
“Since no one has ever touched your perfect tits, I’m assuming no one has ever touched you down here, either?” he asks, as if expecting a quick affirmative response.
I hesitate. I think about lying to him but I wonder if he can somehow tell. He is a doctor after all, and uncovering the truth is the purpose of his examination.
“Someone has touched you down here?” he asks, hooking a finger under my panties, so that’s he’s touching my flesh underneath.
My legs tense up a bit, fearful, and I say, “Well, yes, Doctor.”
“Someone has touched this beautiful little pussy of yours?” he asks, and shakes his head sadly.
I can’t tell if he’s faking it or if he’s genuinely upset.
Nor can I get the word “pussy” out of my head. It sounds so foreign to my ears and it’s strange that I’m sitting here in Dr. Monroe’s office— the same doctor who treated me when I was a child— as a fully grown 19-year-old woman, feeling shocked that he used the word “pussy.” It seems as if I have a lot of growing up to do still.
“Someone put their hands on this perfect cunt?” he asks again, as he himself inserts a finger into me.
I moan again, tightening my legs around his hand so that I can feel him all the way inside me. He takes his finger out of me and we both look down at my juices dripping out of my pussy and into his hand.
“Your little pussy is so tight and it’s so wet,” he says, looking into my eyes now.
I stare straight back, daring him to do more.
“Why’s it so wet?” he asks me, as he puts his finger back inside me.
He pushes it in and out of me, grabbing me, penetrating me, and I close my eyes for a second before opening them again to look back at him.
“You make me wet,” I tell him.
“Hush,” he says, again taking his finger out of me and this time sticking it into my mouth.
Surprised, yet even more turned on than ever, I lick my own juices off his finger while he starts rubbing my clit with his other hand.
“Suck on my finger and stop talking for a minute,” he says. “Before you make me do something we’ll both regret.”
He jams his finger down my throat and I suck on it harder, looking deep into his eyes, begging him to give me more. He sticks another finger in my mouth and I eagerly take it, sucking hard and fast while he fills up my mouth with both fingers.
Finally, he looks back down and says, “You need to lie back, so that I can properly examine you.”
This is exactly how I had dreamed it would happen. I obediently lie back and spread my legs wide open for him.
“Did the boy who touched you do anything else down here?” he asks, as he rubs his finger up and down inside my hole, filling my entire body with pleasure.
“No,” I tell him, and I’m glad I can give him an honest answer.
I guess my mother was right, and I’m glad I’ve been waiting for a special time with a special man, even if just by default, I think. I’m so sure I want Dr. Monroe to be that man.
“What were the circumstances of this violation of your beautiful, tight little pussy-cunt?”
Now he’s using his thumb to rub my clit, as I bounce my bottom up and down a bit to get some good vibration going. I can’t believe I’m being so brash. I just want him so badly.
“We were playing Truth or Dare,” I tell him, embarrassed at how juvenile it sounds. “And someone dared him to finger bang me. So, he did.”
I shrug, because that’s the beginning and end of it.
“Did you like how it felt?” he asks me, thrusting his finger in and out of me with more vigor.
“Yes,” I answer him, honestly.
“Did it feel this good?”
He’s playing with my clit while his fingers are inside me and I’m humping his entire hand.
It literally feels as if he’s fucking me with his fingers. It didn’t feel anything like this last time.
Nothing has ever felt this good— not the boy’s hand, not my own hand. Only Dr. Monroe can make me feel this amazing. I hope he keeps going, because I never want him to stop.