Illicit Indulgence: An Erotica Collection

“You can step into the examination room now.” His voice, low and velvety, making heat pull down my panties. “Thank you.” I stood up, straightened my skirt. Then I took slow calculated steps towards him, which I failed woefully at. My legs were shaking. The door closed behind us. Just the two of us now. The air around us became thick with tension, lust and a dangerous pull. He walked past me as he shut the door, brushing his shoulders slightly against mine. That alone made my entire body lit. I swallowed the lump that formed on my throat, willing myself to avoid his intense gaze. “Mrs Graves,” “Yeah.” I answered. Clearly startled. “Are you alright?” He queried. “You look pale. Don't worry, I won't do anything you're not comfortable with.” His voice dropped lower. That definitely had a double meaning. “It's fine Doctor Emerson. I've had a stressful day. Let's just get this over with.” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. But my heartbeat deafened me. All I wanted was for my gynecologist to pound hard into me till I orgasmed nonstop. But that's never going to happen. He was my husband's step brother for christ sakes. I blame Vincent for this. If he stopped chasing just his own release and considered mine, my hormones won't be ranging like an adolescent. I gripped my skirt tight. I'm twenty-seven and a horny slut. “Okay. Let's make this easier. Let's get onto the first name basis. You can call me Darren and I will call you Eudora. Hmmm?” His bright honey pierced through mine. If he was feeling the same way I did, he did a good job hiding it. “That's fine by me.” “Good.” His full lips curving into a smile. “Let's get started.” I nodded, eager to get over this and leave this place. “Take off your panties and lay on the bed please.” “What?” “That's part of the process, Eudora. Don't think too much of it. You can call Vincent to come if you feel…” he paused, scrunching up his face, “...uncomfortable.” he finished. I didn't hear the rest. It was the way he said my name like a whispered prayer. Now he'd find out how soaked I am. He is no fool. He'd know it's arousal. “That's fine.” I took off my thong as slowly as possibly, staring into his eyes. If he was intentionally seducing me, why not give it back. But this was all shades of wrong. I caught a slight falter of his body, but he masked it by walking towards the tray that contained the instruments. I lay on the bed, just as he'd instructed. “Now, raise your knees.” He said, as he sat on the chair, facing my p***y. It felt like one of those commands my lust filled body loved to listen to. I watched him slowly put on the sterile gloves. Then he looked straight into my eyes. “First…” he showed me an instrument. “This is a metal speculum, I'm going to insert it into your v****a. I need to see your walls and cervix. Second, once the speculum is out, I'm going to insert my fingers, maybe one, two or even three. I need to check your uterus, and ovaries. Feel if there is any form of abnormality– cyst maybe.” ******* “You're doing fine. Eudora.” His gloved hands were steady, professional even. But his gaze on my exposed p***y gave him away. His eyes dilated; the honey color of his iris was almost black now. The cold air slapped my p***y making me throb and shiver. I bite my back the moan that almost escaped my throat. “Relax your muscles. Breathe” he drawled as he pushed the speculum into my p***y gently. “Too cold?” He asked. “No.” I lied. “Keep going” When the metal finally seated in my v****a, opening me up, I couldn't hold back the tiny sound that escaped the back of my throat. He looked back at me. “Are you okay?” I nodded. Biting my cheek, not trusting my voice. He turned on the light. “Beautiful,” he murmured quietly. But then, I caught it. “I mean… the tissue looks healthy. Pink. Properly aligned.” He corrected, clearing his throat. His cheeks were heated. The compliment had me twitching. He closed the speculum, then took it out, and set it aside. The sudden emptiness made me clench and unclench involuntarily. Another bead of arousal flowed. I felt it trail down from my labia to the sheets. “Fuck.” I mumbled. My thighs obviously shaking from how aroused I had become. He took off the first pair of gloves, and donned a fresh pair. His movements were slower and deliberate now. “I’m going to use my fingers next,” he said, voice rougher than before. “Just to palpate. Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable.” Long thick fingers slid inside me without warning, but i was so wet that there was no resistance at all. My back arched off the table before I could stop it. “Easy,” he soothed, but his thumb had already found my c**t. Resting there, not circling, just pressing with steady calculated pressure. “Breathe through it.” He curled his fingers upward, searching, stroking the front wall in slow, stretching motion. Each time the pads of his thumb grazed the swollen spot inside me, my hips would jerk. “Darren—” “Shh. I’ve got you.” he voice came out husky. A third finger joined the first two. The stretch burned sweetly; I let out a low moan. He paused for a millisecond, then thrust deeper, twisting gently till the heel of his palm touched my c**t. “You’re very responsive,” he uttered, like we were having a conversation. But his breathing became uneven. “That’s good. Makes it easier to feel everything.” He was lying. We both knew it. This had stopped being about ovaries or cysts minutes ago. His thumb finally moved. He drew light small circles and my thighs trembled more than it was already. Wet filthy sounds came from the ‘procedure.’ Every time he withdrew his fingers almost to the tips, he would thrust them back in, more of my arousal coated the glove. “Look at me, Eudora.” I did. A bloody mistake. His face was flushed, his plump lips parted, eyes dilated and lust clouded around them. The professional mask he'd been wearing came off. “I can stop Eudora,” he drawled. “No. Don't you dare.” A dark, pleased sound escaped his throat. Then he lowered his head. The first swipe of his tongue against my p***y was so soft I shuddered brutally. “You taste so good.” He licked upward as if cleaning the mess I made. Ending with a slow, deliberate swirl around my c**t. My hands flew to his hair. Fingers curling into his soft dark strands. “Oh God—” He growled against me, the vibration shooting straight through my core. He latched his mouth on my c**t and sucked. Gentle at first, then harder, then thrusting in and out of me with his fingers. “Oh my f*****g God!” I was loud. I couldn’t help it. I whimpered, and moaned. I was desperate. My hips rolled, grinding against his face. “That's it doll, use my face” he growled against my p***y. His free hand held my thigh open. His fingers curling, tongue flicking, and sucking at the same time. Till my body went rigid and grounded faster on his face. “Darren—f**k—I’m—” He didn’t stop. If anything, he went faster and deeper. The wet thrust of three fingers, the ruthless lap of his tongue, the scratch of his stubble against inner thighs. That was it. The orgasm ripped through me like lightning, my hips bucking, lap squeezing his head. He drank every pressure, every c*m. He licked me through the aftershocks until I began whimpering from overstimulation and my vision blurred. That's when he gently removed his fingers and gave an open-mouthed kiss to my swollen c**t. When he lifted his head, his lips were shining. His breathing was ragged, hair dishevelled. He looked beautiful and satisfied. Minutes after staring into my soul, he took off the gloves, but his hands were shaking and I saw the tent on his pants. “Examination’s over, Eudora.”