Sammy Everson’s starting a new job, and that means a new medical plan. Reluctantly, the inexperienced young woman makes an appointment to see Dr. Crispin before her first day of work, hoping it will be quick and easy. But when a hot dream the night before leaves her feeling a bit frustrated and the young, handsome Dr. Crispin turns out to be far from what she expected, the exam starts to get very heated very fast and there’s only so long she can hide her intense responses from the doctor as he begins to explore her. Before long the doctor is pushing right to the center of his fertile young patient, and he’s going to test her sexual health … and her fertility … with some very direct and unprotected methods.
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a medical exam, a handsome older doctor and his fertile younger patient, deflowering, impregnation, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.
Excerpt
“Oh,” I stammered. “Ah, you mean – alright, I guess.” I closed my eyes and balled my hands, fighting not to throw my arms over my chest and stop him as he started to undress me. He lifted the gown up off my thighs and air rushed in over the slick, hot skin of my stomach. He guided it farther up and bunched it around my throat. I could feel it resting against the tops of my breasts and kept my eyes closed shut. It was like I could feel his eyes on me. I could feel my breasts exposed to the open air and this handsome, competent man standing next to me, slowly unclothing me. Excitement and mortification wreathed and fought in a place deep and wet inside me.
I let out a sharp breath as his hands touched me. His fingers were strong but gentle, and at first their touch was very light. It felt so unexpectedly wonderful that I almost cried out. He felt and massaged at my soft breasts, kneading and exploring. He cupped them tenderly in his palms. The pressure of his fingers increased. Every little move and squeeze was intensely welcome and almost overpowering. Everything he gave me, I wanted more. I wanted rougher. I wanted him to take me.
I felt like every other part of me ceased to exist, except where he was touching me and where I wanted him to touch me. A high, desperate sound escaped my lips. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned. “Oh, God.”
His hands paused, still grasping my breasts, and then the touch was gone.
My eyes opened. “Oh,” I said, remembering where I was and what was happening. “I –” Hot mortification flushed through me.
He leaned back. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s a healthy response from a very healthy young woman.” He was looking down at my body and for a moment it felt like he was still touching me, like he had never wanted to stop. But again, I was very mixed up. This was getting very intense very fast. I needed to get a hold of myself. I needed to calm down.
This title was originally available under the title “Filled by the Doctor”