Page 3 of Doctor Stuff

"Hmmm," Dr. Durand replied, squeezing her breasts a little harder.

Amanda stifled a moan. His big dark hands felt so good on her breasts, warm and caressing. Even looking down at his hands on her was erotic, they were so large and dark on her small, white frame, her nipples looking even pinker against the deep brown of his skin.

Continuing to cup her breasts, Dr. Durand pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling them a little and Amanda gasped, her head falling back as the sensation went straight to her pussy with a wet shock. Her thighs tightened together, rubbing, as she tried to relieve the need that was quickly growing between her legs.

"Yes, quite responsive," Dr. Durand murmured, watching her face as she gasped and let out a little moan. Before she could be embarrassed, his lips were on hers, kissing her quite demandingly. Amanda gasped in shock and his tongue thrust between her lips, invading her mouth. He tasted of mint, like a cool, clean wind, and he tugged at her nipples as he kissed her. It felt so good, both the kiss and the way he was pinching and rolling her nipples, and Amanda found herself responding automatically, her back arching to thrust her breasts upward, her tongue sliding against his.

In fact, she almost forgot that she was restrained to an examination table, until she tried to bring her hands up to touch him back. The sudden reminder of her vulnerability and helplessness caused a flash of fear through her, but somehow that only seemed to add to her arousal, the adrenaline hardening her nipples even further.

When Dr. Durand released her mouth from his heady kiss, Amanda was left panting for breath. Her eyes fluttered open just in time to see his head lowering to her chest and she cried out a protest as he sucked one rosy nipple into his mouth. Oh, but it felt so good! Even though it shouldn't.

This couldn't possibly be a normal gynecological exam.

"Oh please... please stop..." She moaned and writhed as his hand left her breast and traveled down her stomach until his fingers slid through the fiery hair of her bush. Just one inch further and he'd know exactly how wet she was, how aroused by her gynecologist. How humiliating! She bucked her hips to try and stop him, but that only seemed to encourage him.

The thick tip of one finger rubbed against her clit and Amanda found herself writhing for an entirely new reason as his digit circled her swollen bud. There seemed to be a direct line of sensation between the nipple that was caught between his teeth, being wetly suckled, and the throbbing pulse of her clit, one that she hadn't been aware of until he'd begun to stimulate both. As his finger dipped lower and touched her soft folds, she pressed her thighs together, trapping his hand between her legs. But she was too slow, he’d already felt the wetness of her core.

When Dr. Durand straightened, his hand still trying to press further between her legs, his other hand still plucking at one nipple and leaving the other wet in the cool air of the exam room, he smiled at Amanda with a look of triumph in his eyes.

"You don't feel frigid at all to me," he said smugly.

Amanda just groaned, not knowing how to respond to such a statement.

No, she didn't seem frigid at all right now, but this wasn't how she had reacted to her boyfriend! So why was she behaving like this with her doctor, of all people?

She cried out in shock as Dr. Durand moved around to the end of the table and grabbed one of her ankles, placing it in the stirrup and attaching a strap around it. Same as before, he ignored her protests and pleas, easily handling her as he restrained each of her legs in the stirrups. Grasping her by the waist, he pulled her down the table so that her hands were left high above her head and the creamy globes of her ass were just hanging off of the end of the table, before he secured another restraint around her waist to hold her in place. Then he took each of the stirrups and spread them wide. Amanda groaned as her muscles stretched; she could feel the cool air of the exam room on the inner folds of her pussy, letting her know exactly how exposed she was.

"Please, please stop," she begged.

"Now, now, Amanda, we're not done with your exam yet," he said, giving her a wide grin.

His expressions had become more lascivious through her visit and Amanda tugged her wrists against the restraints as this particular smile seemed to promise all sorts of erotic delights. Her breasts bounced as she struggled and she saw him shift his gaze down before she stopped struggling.

When he moved to stand between her legs, she could see the sizable bulge pressing against his pants. There was no doubt that her doctor was just as aroused as he'd made her! She moaned, as the knowledge wasn't at all reassuring. The feeling of his gaze on her exposed and vulnerable body was both exciting and frightening. The paper robe was covering nothing more than her upper arms now, everything else was vulnerable to his eyes and hands. A thick finger slid up and down the center of her feminine folds and she whimpered, trying not to jerk her hips in encouragement. The sensation was extremely erotic but she knew that this wasn't what she was supposed to be feeling right now.

"No, I don't think you're frigid at all," he said slowly. "But perhaps it's better if I make sure."

Not waiting for her response, he suddenly thrust his finger inside of her and Amanda cried out at the shocking intrusion. His digit was quite thick in her tiny, barely used hole, and she could feel her muscles tightening around him, trying to push him back out again. Swirling his finger around her insides, he pumped it back and forth a few times. Amanda writhed at the sinful sensation of his finger rooting around inside of her, her imagination flowering as she wondered what it looked like.

"That's it," he crooned as a second finger joined the first, stretching her wonderfully. He rocked the heel of his palm against her upper cunt, trapping her swollen clit between her body and his hand as his fingers thrust and pumped inside of her.

Amanda moaned and gyrated her hips in response, tension coiling deep in her belly. Leaning over, Dr. Durand sucked the nipple that had previously been unattended by his mouth between his lips, nibbling and pulling at it with his teeth, flicking it with his tongue. His free hand grasped her other breast, pinching quite tightly as he increased the manual assault on her pussy, fucking her with his fingers.

Amanda was awash in new sensations, her body rocking instinctively against Dr. Durand's hand, her breasts pressed upward against his mouth and fingers. She thought she might actually pass out from the sheer pleasure that he was creating inside of her, the unbearable tension—like a taut wire that had been heated in a forge and was being pulled thinner and thinner. Inside of her, his fingers curved upward, pressing against a roughened spot and the wire snapped.

"Oh god... Dr. Durand!”

She thrashed against her restraints, but was unable to truly move as the waves of ecstasy rolled over her, her body pulsing around his thrusting fingers as he continued to force her to ride his hand throughout the orgasm. Amanda had never felt anything so wonderful in her entire life, it was like all of the suppressed energy that she'd ever amassed was suddenly bursting out from her and tension was fleeing at such a fast rate that her body was throbbing. The talented thick fingers inside of her wriggled as his hand rubbed hard against her sensitive flesh, drawing out the rapture as her insides convulsed around him, her cries of pleasure echoing around the room.

It was only as the wonder of her climax began to fade that she opened her eyes to find him watching her, staring at her so intently that she wondered if he could see into her soul when he looked at her like that. The scene was extremely intimate, his fingers still buried inside of her body, his hand on her breast, and Amanda still panting from the exertion of her climax. She blushed, wondering what he thought of her at that moment. Frigid wasn't the right word, but wanton might be!

"Very nice, Amanda," he said in a growly, low voice, his fingers still slowly pumping inside of her as he wrung the last shudders from her limp body. "You're quite delightful when you come. I'd say your problem isn't that you're frigid, you just chose the wrong man to begin your sexual experiences with."

Chapter 3

"Oh," she said, trying to think of something else to say. Now that the erotic need had been satisfied she was starting to feel rather uncomfortable with the way he was looking at her, the feeling of his thick fingers still inside of her. While it wasn't unpleasant, she knew that she shouldn't have allowed him to do what he did. Not that she'd really had that much choice in the matter, considering the restraints he'd put her in, but surely she could have kept herself from enjoying it so much if she'd really wanted to. She tugged her wrists again. "Can you let me go now?"

Smiling, he slowly slid his fingers from her pussy, making her shiver. "No, my dear, your examination isn't over yet."