Following Doctor's Orders
With her regular gynecologist unavailable, Iris gets assigned a new one.
She's horrified to find out her new doctor is a man, and even more upset when she finds out he's a hot and sexy man!
As Dr. Burton examines Iris, she gets more and more turned on, and he gets more and more controlling. After filling her untouched backdoor with a very special watery concoction, he takes her hard and fast on the exam table.
EXCERPT:
Dr. Burton untied the flimsy paper gown, and before I even knew what was happening, he opened it so that I was completely exposed. Tits, pussy, everything--I was lying on that table naked as a newborn pup. I gasped, and I think my heart skipped a beat.
Horror of horrors. Both of my nipples had hardened into little rocks. It wasn't even cold in the examination room, so I couldn't assign blame to the temperature of the room. The undeniable fact was that my nipples were hard because I was hot for the sexy doctor now standing over me, smiling down at my body.
Feeling like I'd been caught stealing or something, I stared up at the ceiling as the shame and humiliation washed over me and left a big red stain. Oh, yeah. I knew without a doubt that my cheeks were bright red.
Despite the inner anguish I was experiencing, Dr. Burton went ahead with the examination. It was like he didn't even register the fact that I was uncomfortable. He pressed down gently on one of my breasts with two fingers, and slowly began to circle them.
Maybe he was gay. He could still be gay.
Please be gay, please be gay, please be gay.
"Tell me, Iris," he said. "Are you sexually active?"
Now? He was going to ask me this now?
"Um...not at the moment. No," I said.
"And when is the last time that you were sexually active?" he asked.
I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing so hard that he wasn't asking me about my sex life, that he wasn't stroking my tits in a way that really didn't feel clinical at all, and most of all, I wished that my pussy wasn't getting wet.
"It's been just over two years," I said in a quiet voice.
"Oh, Iris," he said, sounding stern and almost scolding. "Why has it been so long?"
How was that any business of his??? Part of me wanted to tell him to go to hell and mind his own business, but because he was the doctor, I felt obligated to answer.
"I've been so busy with work," I said, opening my eyes to look directly at him. "I haven't really had time to date."
"Well, that I can understand," he said with a smile. "But even so, it's no excuse. Sex is important and it should be a priority. All told, it doesn't take that much time out of a person's schedule to do the deed once or twice a week."
Huh? Was this guy actually trying to tell me that I needed to have regular sex for my health or something?
Oh, hang on a second...
He'd stopped with the circular motions on my breast tissue and was focusing exclusively on one nipple. He stroked the tip with feather light touches, making me gasp with pleasure, sending all rational thoughts sailing straight out of my head.
It took me a second before it hit me: Dr. Burton was actually trying to seduce me. I didn't know if I wanted to slap him in the face, get dressed again and run straight to the nearest police station OR if I wanted to rip off his clothes and start humping him like a dog in heat. Decisions, decisions.
In the end, Dr. Burton made my decision for me.
"Scoot down to the end of the table and put your feet in the stirrups, Iris," he said.
I did as I was told, feeling nervous about the fact that he'd soon see how wet I was down there.
Moments later, Dr. Burton sat down on one of the padded metal stools (finally) and he rolled over to the end of the table. When he stuck his head between my thighs and took a look at my pussy, he smiled.
"Two years, huh?" He looked up at me and gave me a little wink. "You poor thing."
I was horrified. And at the same time I was so turned on! I didn't know what to think and I sure as hell had no idea what to say.
Dr. Burton started by cupping my entire pussy with both hands and rubbing it gently. I couldn't help but let a soft moan escape from my lips. Still rubbing my pussy, he started running one finger up and down the length of my slit. I closed my eyes and started whimpering with pleasure. And then he really went to town.
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She's horrified to find out her new doctor is a man, and even more upset when she finds out he's a hot and sexy man!
As Dr. Burton examines Iris, she gets more and more turned on, and he gets more and more controlling. After filling her untouched backdoor with a very special watery concoction, he takes her hard and fast on the exam table.
EXCERPT:
Dr. Burton untied the flimsy paper gown, and before I even knew what was happening, he opened it so that I was completely exposed. Tits, pussy, everything--I was lying on that table naked as a newborn pup. I gasped, and I think my heart skipped a beat.
Horror of horrors. Both of my nipples had hardened into little rocks. It wasn't even cold in the examination room, so I couldn't assign blame to the temperature of the room. The undeniable fact was that my nipples were hard because I was hot for the sexy doctor now standing over me, smiling down at my body.
Feeling like I'd been caught stealing or something, I stared up at the ceiling as the shame and humiliation washed over me and left a big red stain. Oh, yeah. I knew without a doubt that my cheeks were bright red.
Despite the inner anguish I was experiencing, Dr. Burton went ahead with the examination. It was like he didn't even register the fact that I was uncomfortable. He pressed down gently on one of my breasts with two fingers, and slowly began to circle them.
Maybe he was gay. He could still be gay.
Please be gay, please be gay, please be gay.
"Tell me, Iris," he said. "Are you sexually active?"
Now? He was going to ask me this now?
"Um...not at the moment. No," I said.
"And when is the last time that you were sexually active?" he asked.
I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing so hard that he wasn't asking me about my sex life, that he wasn't stroking my tits in a way that really didn't feel clinical at all, and most of all, I wished that my pussy wasn't getting wet.
"It's been just over two years," I said in a quiet voice.
"Oh, Iris," he said, sounding stern and almost scolding. "Why has it been so long?"
How was that any business of his??? Part of me wanted to tell him to go to hell and mind his own business, but because he was the doctor, I felt obligated to answer.
"I've been so busy with work," I said, opening my eyes to look directly at him. "I haven't really had time to date."
"Well, that I can understand," he said with a smile. "But even so, it's no excuse. Sex is important and it should be a priority. All told, it doesn't take that much time out of a person's schedule to do the deed once or twice a week."
Huh? Was this guy actually trying to tell me that I needed to have regular sex for my health or something?
Oh, hang on a second...
He'd stopped with the circular motions on my breast tissue and was focusing exclusively on one nipple. He stroked the tip with feather light touches, making me gasp with pleasure, sending all rational thoughts sailing straight out of my head.
It took me a second before it hit me: Dr. Burton was actually trying to seduce me. I didn't know if I wanted to slap him in the face, get dressed again and run straight to the nearest police station OR if I wanted to rip off his clothes and start humping him like a dog in heat. Decisions, decisions.
In the end, Dr. Burton made my decision for me.
"Scoot down to the end of the table and put your feet in the stirrups, Iris," he said.
I did as I was told, feeling nervous about the fact that he'd soon see how wet I was down there.
Moments later, Dr. Burton sat down on one of the padded metal stools (finally) and he rolled over to the end of the table. When he stuck his head between my thighs and took a look at my pussy, he smiled.
"Two years, huh?" He looked up at me and gave me a little wink. "You poor thing."
I was horrified. And at the same time I was so turned on! I didn't know what to think and I sure as hell had no idea what to say.
Dr. Burton started by cupping my entire pussy with both hands and rubbing it gently. I couldn't help but let a soft moan escape from my lips. Still rubbing my pussy, he started running one finger up and down the length of my slit. I closed my eyes and started whimpering with pleasure. And then he really went to town.
Following Doctor's Orders
With her regular gynecologist unavailable, Iris gets assigned a new one.
She's horrified to find out her new doctor is a man, and even more upset when she finds out he's a hot and sexy man!
As Dr. Burton examines Iris, she gets more and more turned on, and he gets more and more controlling. After filling her untouched backdoor with a very special watery concoction, he takes her hard and fast on the exam table.
EXCERPT:
Dr. Burton untied the flimsy paper gown, and before I even knew what was happening, he opened it so that I was completely exposed. Tits, pussy, everything--I was lying on that table naked as a newborn pup. I gasped, and I think my heart skipped a beat.
Horror of horrors. Both of my nipples had hardened into little rocks. It wasn't even cold in the examination room, so I couldn't assign blame to the temperature of the room. The undeniable fact was that my nipples were hard because I was hot for the sexy doctor now standing over me, smiling down at my body.
Feeling like I'd been caught stealing or something, I stared up at the ceiling as the shame and humiliation washed over me and left a big red stain. Oh, yeah. I knew without a doubt that my cheeks were bright red.
Despite the inner anguish I was experiencing, Dr. Burton went ahead with the examination. It was like he didn't even register the fact that I was uncomfortable. He pressed down gently on one of my breasts with two fingers, and slowly began to circle them.
Maybe he was gay. He could still be gay.
Please be gay, please be gay, please be gay.
"Tell me, Iris," he said. "Are you sexually active?"
Now? He was going to ask me this now?
"Um...not at the moment. No," I said.
"And when is the last time that you were sexually active?" he asked.
I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing so hard that he wasn't asking me about my sex life, that he wasn't stroking my tits in a way that really didn't feel clinical at all, and most of all, I wished that my pussy wasn't getting wet.
"It's been just over two years," I said in a quiet voice.
"Oh, Iris," he said, sounding stern and almost scolding. "Why has it been so long?"
How was that any business of his??? Part of me wanted to tell him to go to hell and mind his own business, but because he was the doctor, I felt obligated to answer.
"I've been so busy with work," I said, opening my eyes to look directly at him. "I haven't really had time to date."
"Well, that I can understand," he said with a smile. "But even so, it's no excuse. Sex is important and it should be a priority. All told, it doesn't take that much time out of a person's schedule to do the deed once or twice a week."
Huh? Was this guy actually trying to tell me that I needed to have regular sex for my health or something?
Oh, hang on a second...
He'd stopped with the circular motions on my breast tissue and was focusing exclusively on one nipple. He stroked the tip with feather light touches, making me gasp with pleasure, sending all rational thoughts sailing straight out of my head.
It took me a second before it hit me: Dr. Burton was actually trying to seduce me. I didn't know if I wanted to slap him in the face, get dressed again and run straight to the nearest police station OR if I wanted to rip off his clothes and start humping him like a dog in heat. Decisions, decisions.
In the end, Dr. Burton made my decision for me.
"Scoot down to the end of the table and put your feet in the stirrups, Iris," he said.
I did as I was told, feeling nervous about the fact that he'd soon see how wet I was down there.
Moments later, Dr. Burton sat down on one of the padded metal stools (finally) and he rolled over to the end of the table. When he stuck his head between my thighs and took a look at my pussy, he smiled.
"Two years, huh?" He looked up at me and gave me a little wink. "You poor thing."
I was horrified. And at the same time I was so turned on! I didn't know what to think and I sure as hell had no idea what to say.
Dr. Burton started by cupping my entire pussy with both hands and rubbing it gently. I couldn't help but let a soft moan escape from my lips. Still rubbing my pussy, he started running one finger up and down the length of my slit. I closed my eyes and started whimpering with pleasure. And then he really went to town.
She's horrified to find out her new doctor is a man, and even more upset when she finds out he's a hot and sexy man!
As Dr. Burton examines Iris, she gets more and more turned on, and he gets more and more controlling. After filling her untouched backdoor with a very special watery concoction, he takes her hard and fast on the exam table.
EXCERPT:
Dr. Burton untied the flimsy paper gown, and before I even knew what was happening, he opened it so that I was completely exposed. Tits, pussy, everything--I was lying on that table naked as a newborn pup. I gasped, and I think my heart skipped a beat.
Horror of horrors. Both of my nipples had hardened into little rocks. It wasn't even cold in the examination room, so I couldn't assign blame to the temperature of the room. The undeniable fact was that my nipples were hard because I was hot for the sexy doctor now standing over me, smiling down at my body.
Feeling like I'd been caught stealing or something, I stared up at the ceiling as the shame and humiliation washed over me and left a big red stain. Oh, yeah. I knew without a doubt that my cheeks were bright red.
Despite the inner anguish I was experiencing, Dr. Burton went ahead with the examination. It was like he didn't even register the fact that I was uncomfortable. He pressed down gently on one of my breasts with two fingers, and slowly began to circle them.
Maybe he was gay. He could still be gay.
Please be gay, please be gay, please be gay.
"Tell me, Iris," he said. "Are you sexually active?"
Now? He was going to ask me this now?
"Um...not at the moment. No," I said.
"And when is the last time that you were sexually active?" he asked.
I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing so hard that he wasn't asking me about my sex life, that he wasn't stroking my tits in a way that really didn't feel clinical at all, and most of all, I wished that my pussy wasn't getting wet.
"It's been just over two years," I said in a quiet voice.
"Oh, Iris," he said, sounding stern and almost scolding. "Why has it been so long?"
How was that any business of his??? Part of me wanted to tell him to go to hell and mind his own business, but because he was the doctor, I felt obligated to answer.
"I've been so busy with work," I said, opening my eyes to look directly at him. "I haven't really had time to date."
"Well, that I can understand," he said with a smile. "But even so, it's no excuse. Sex is important and it should be a priority. All told, it doesn't take that much time out of a person's schedule to do the deed once or twice a week."
Huh? Was this guy actually trying to tell me that I needed to have regular sex for my health or something?
Oh, hang on a second...
He'd stopped with the circular motions on my breast tissue and was focusing exclusively on one nipple. He stroked the tip with feather light touches, making me gasp with pleasure, sending all rational thoughts sailing straight out of my head.
It took me a second before it hit me: Dr. Burton was actually trying to seduce me. I didn't know if I wanted to slap him in the face, get dressed again and run straight to the nearest police station OR if I wanted to rip off his clothes and start humping him like a dog in heat. Decisions, decisions.
In the end, Dr. Burton made my decision for me.
"Scoot down to the end of the table and put your feet in the stirrups, Iris," he said.
I did as I was told, feeling nervous about the fact that he'd soon see how wet I was down there.
Moments later, Dr. Burton sat down on one of the padded metal stools (finally) and he rolled over to the end of the table. When he stuck his head between my thighs and took a look at my pussy, he smiled.
"Two years, huh?" He looked up at me and gave me a little wink. "You poor thing."
I was horrified. And at the same time I was so turned on! I didn't know what to think and I sure as hell had no idea what to say.
Dr. Burton started by cupping my entire pussy with both hands and rubbing it gently. I couldn't help but let a soft moan escape from my lips. Still rubbing my pussy, he started running one finger up and down the length of my slit. I closed my eyes and started whimpering with pleasure. And then he really went to town.
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| BN ID: | 2940150890862 |
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| Publisher: | Scarlett Masters |
| Publication date: | 09/01/2015 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Sales rank: | 174,189 |
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