Doctor v****a

C3

Mr. knight pov

Once I finished with Selena, my horny patient, I washed my hands and asked Selena to leave. She may have left with a broken heart but at least he'd sent her on her way with a relaxed and satisfied p***y and asshole. It had been a fast session, considering what I am used to giving a woman. I usually take more than an hour but this time I made it quick, not just because there was a new patient waiting outside, but also because I was tired and I wanted to go home soon.

I adjusted myself and called my assistant to let the last client come in. What happened when she came in though, was weird. It had never happened to me ever before.

When she stepped inside, I didn't look at her right away. I was finishing my last report and adding the daily statistics into the computer.

I am a successful Gynecologist; and best in my field. I care a lot about my reputation as a doctor. I am known as a playboy a womanizer but, because of my work, I am never held accountable for my actions. Women travel thousands of miles for me to do their monthly check-ups, not only because they desire me; not all of them are slutty like Selena. Others come because I am truly the most talented gynecologist there is.

Some newspapers and magazines have written about my successful and remarkable research. I have a master's degree as a Gynecologist and the v****a was the topic of my final papers. I am like a famous actor, and often actresses come to me for their check-ups. All of my patients are incredibly rich because you have to pay 500 dollars for one of my sessions. I am one of the highest paid doctors in the world and I make considerably more than any other Gynecologist.

I didn't hear any single word from my new patient when she walked through the door, which made me stop what I was doing and turn around to see what was going on. My new patient, it seemed, was on her way out.

I couldn't see her face but, her back and legs were enough that I could tell how sexy she looked. Her black long hair, braided, hung past her waistline. Her rounded a*s looked perfect; a peach ripe for the plucking – or f*****g… Her small waist made me want to grab her from behind and have my way with her, but I stopped myself and asked her where she was going. "Please have a seat," I said. I wanted to see her face, and I wanted to see her v****a. I could be patient though. Of course, she wanted me to see her v****a too. Otherwise, why would she have paid five hundred dollars for their visit?

I wondered why she was leaving. I thought that she was angry because I ignored her at first. I had looked so busy and she has seen me taking care of some of the documents in front of me, so maybe she thought that I didn't have time for her.

She turned her body slowly and stared at me blankly. Her face was red, but she didn't look horny. I can usually tell if someone is shy or not but she was unreadable to me. Once her eyes connected, my mind turned to jelly. It was as if I had never seen a beautiful woman before. I was like a teenage boy. I had forgotten how to talk to girls and the prospect of touching this girl's v****a made my palms sweaty.

Seeing how nervous I was, she cleared her throat and said, "I think that I will come again another day."

I couldn't resist the sparks in the air though. Nervously, I made the first move. In an attempt to prevent her from walking away, I held her wrist and said, "Please have a seat."

She sighed as if she was calming down herself and thinking again about leaving the room or not. Finally she nodded and walked to the patient's chair and sat down. A smile came to my face but it didn't last. Once she was seated, she looked at me and said, I'm a virgin." Her words shocked me and cemented me to the floor. I didn't know if I was frustrated by what she'd said, or if I should be happy. I wasn't used to working with virgins.

Of course, I wasn't happy though. I wasn't prepared to f**k a virgin. Why not? You might wonder. It is because I wasn't her boyfriend. If I was in love with her then taking her virginity would have made me the happiest person on earth but… if I took her virginity, then I would owe it to her to be loyal to her – and I was not ready for that kind of commitment!

I was fighting my thoughts when I decided to drop all of that nonsense and just ask her what she was complaining about, and treat her like a proper patient. I walked to my chair and looked at her normally. "Please," I said, "Tell me your complaint."

She nodded with a shrug. "I don't know. I have never been to a gynecologist before. But… down there… I mean… Between my legs… Um... Lately, I feel like there's a throbbing in my v****a… as if my heart is down there. Beating. Do you know what I mean?" The poor girl was explaining everything to me, but she was nervous. She was avoiding eye contact with me. She spoke shyly into her lap.

"Yes," I replied. "I understand. Please go back to the checkup bed and take off your pants and underwear. Wait for me."

"Pardon?" she trembled. "I have never ever been n***d in front of anyone."

She played with her fingers nervously. I stood up and gestured to her to do as I'd said. "Don't worry," I added. "You should trust only one person, and that is your gynecologist."

She shook her head in hesitation. She said, "Couldn't you just give me medication without seeing me n***d?"

"No." I said calmly and casually. "That would be unethical. I can't prescribe medication all willy-nilly. I need to see what is actually going on down there!"

Once she was n***d, I stepped inside and pulled my chair to sit in between her legs, but she was still standing there, confused. "What should I do now?" she wondered. "I have never…"

She didn't know what she was supposed to do next.

I explained to her where her legs would go and said, "I will sit in between your legs and check your vagina."

She did what I told her to do. In truth, since she was virgin, she didn't need a physical check-up but, if I couldn't f**k her, then at least I should see her p***y… and touch it. Just take a look, I told myself, it won't harm anyone. Right?!

I grinned as I looked at her pink p***y. I wanted to eat that p***y with my tongue and my teeth, but I stopped myself. She was clean as clear. She had never been touched. I could see that, but her G-string f****d me up. It turned me on and made my d**k twitch painfully in my pants. It was as hard as it had ever been.

She asked worriedly, "Dr, is there something wrong down there?"

I touched her p***y with my fingers, careful to do not slip my fingers inside. I won't make her lose her virginity, I decided, no matter how much I might want to. If I did, she could sue me. Furthermore, if I f****d a virgin girl, I could lose my license.

I created a mantra inside my brain. "I will never f**k a virgin girl," it began. "No way. No way. Never. I will not f**k a virgin girl."

I ran my finger along her inner thigh and I felt her muscles tense up. "Just testing your reflexes," I lied. "Please relax. Calm down."

I could see a glimmer of moisture between her p***y lips and she was panting as if she had been running, or was afraid. "Please," she cried. "Could you finish this now?" She asked her question in a very low voice that could melt a stone heart.

For god sake! I sighed. What is happening with my f*****g heart now?!

"How old are you?" I asked her, professionally.

"Twenty-one years old. Why?" she asked.

"Just curious," I replied. "Why haven't you sleep with anyone? You are beautiful."

I asked my question and she didn't reply for a minute. Then she sighed and said, "I will never give myself to any random man who comes along. I want someone like my father, a faithful man who will love me and marry me.

"I am keeping myself for the one who deserves," she explained carelessly.

A look of amusement and frustration covered my face. "Oh. I see. I bet you have a very smart and good father. I bet your mother is completely in love with him."

"I wish," she replied, sadly. "My mother is an unfaithful dirty woman. But I don't hate her. She is still my mother after all. Anyway, have you finished yet?"

"You need a man to satisfy you," I said. That's why you feel that throbbing and it won't end. You are not young anymore. You need a p***s to fill you."

I said this casually, explaining it formally. It was the truth and it needed to be said. Her body told me this and it was the only explanation for what she was feeling. As a good doctor, I owed it to her to be straightforward.

She tried to adjust her back and stand up but I stopped her. "I still need to check two more things. Your symptoms could be from something else and I bet you wouldn't be happy to have to get n***d for another doctor, so just let me do it now and end this suffering for you. I know that you are embarrassed but…" I was explaining things to her, but what I really wanted to do was touch her everywhere. I could barely handle what I was feeling anymore. I was uncontrollably moving my fingers along her leg without even thinking.

She cut off my words. "Okay," she said quietly as if she were surrendering.

I nodded, glancing at her red cheeks. "Okay," I said, "please flip your body. Lie on your stomach and arch up your ass." I shouldn't have said a*s. She was virgin and this word was unprofessionally and wrong. Fortunately, she didn't know that, because she hadn't visited a gynecologists before.

This was her first visit and I would make sure it was the only one with me.

She did as I'd instructed, and I slipped my hands to her waist to arch her up correctly. I spread her cheeks and, instantly, I began to breathe quickly. I thought to myself, this girl will be the reason for my death. I could tell that even her a*s hole had never been touched. It was pink and tight, and I couldn't stay calm. I just grabbed a lube and placed some oil on my middle finger and slipped it into her anus. She shuddered and asked him, "What are you doing?"

I pushed my finger slowly, in and out. "Just checking something," I said. "It is difficult because it's so tight. Sorry for the pain."

She just nodded her head. I moved again. In and out. She muttered, "Ouch… Please stop."

I pulled my finger out of her and I could feel my d**k getting harder in my pants. It was rock solid and I wanted to f**k every hole of her at that moment. I wanted to see her lips swallowing my d**k and drinking my c*m.

"f**k!" I mumbled. "I'm acting like a horny child! I have always controlled myself. What is going on with me?!?"

I touched her thighs as if it was normal to do that. I said, "Please stand up. Take off your shirt and your b*a. I need to check your breasts."

I turned my head away to give her privacy until she said that she was ready. When I faced her, I saw that she was trying to cover her p***y and her boobs with her smooth small hands, but I motioned for to drop her hands to her sides and she obeyed me.

What a nice girl, I thought. She could be my perfectly submissive partner. I think that I am in love…

Her boobs were a perfect C size. They were round and would fit in his hands like ripe oranges or grapefruit. Her n*****s were red. She turned me on without doing anything sensual.

I pinched her n*****s and she bit her lower lip. I could see that that was her soft spot. I had turned her on and she was trying not to moan. I pinched her other n****e and she suppressed another moan. I couldn't help myself, but I chuckled lightly. My self-esteem in myself rose. She noticed my grin and stared at me confused.

I patted her shoulder and said, "Please put your clothes back on and come outside."

I went back to my desk and I sat on my chair waiting for her. After a couple of minutes, she walked slowly and sat down on the patient chair. I raised my eyes up to her and explained my conclusions. "As I said before," I explained. "You need a man to have s*x with. That is the first solution available to you."

She raised her brows and asked if there was a second solution. I faced her casually and said, "You could masturbate daily."

She cleared her throat and asked me if there were any other solutions? She said, "I have never done it. I mean, I've tried, but I failed every time."

My mouth nearly hit the floor when I heard this, and I hung my mouth open in disbelief. "Is there actually a girl in this world," I scoffed, "who has never known the pleasures of m**********n?" I sighed and I nodded. "If you want help with that," I said, "I can help you. You could come here for your daily session. Your treatment would last for a month. I know many ways to make you c*m… to release yourself without losing your virginity."

Just listening to the words coming out of my mouth, I was in shock. What the hell? Daily for a month?! I had never let myself be with a girl for more than one session, let alone book thirty consecutive sessions. Obviously, it could be said that I was using and abusing the girl. She was an innocent girl, and I was a villainous womanizer.

But she would never discover my past, I told myself, and I wasn't going to f**k her…

She asked me, "Is that safe?"

I nodded and smiled lightly. "Yes," I said. "Don't worry. You could sue me if something bad happened. But nothing bad is going to happen. This is common practice."

She chuckled shyly. "Okay," she nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Knight. I will be here tomorrow at the same time."

She stood up and walked out of the door.

I smirked. "It won't be long until you are mine," I muttered silently. "You will be mine…. Here or outside. In my house or in a hotel. You will never get away from me."