I’ve got another bundle for you, and this one is eleven of my most recent stories that you’re going to want to sink your teeth into. Here’s a little taste to whet your appetite:
All the spit in my mouth dried up. I wondered what Doctor Peters thought of me standing there with an idiotic look on my face as if I was still enough he might not see me.
The doctor laughed and pinched my cheek. “You’re as cute as I expected.”
“I really wasn’t snooping,” I said. “I just wanted to see Doctor Pierson—to thank him for hiring me. I got scared and I… I…”
He laughed out loud. It was obvious that he didn’t believe a word coming from my mouth. How could this day get any more humiliating?
Almost as if in answer, my phone buzzed with a message from Kara telling me to hurry up and get back.
“Excuse me,” I said. My face was turning red. Never in my life had I been such a mess. It must have been Doctor Pierson who put me in this state.
But when I tried to open the door, the doctor held it shut.
“I’ll tell Kara not to expect you back for a while,” he said. “I’d like to get acquainted with our new receptionist.”
Before I could protest—if I even wanted to—he took out his own cell phone and called Kara to tell her I was otherwise occupied. I couldn’t believe she would just ignore it, but I received no more calls on my phone. Then Doctor Peters walked up to me.
“I think you need an exam,” he said.
I had no idea what he was talking about until he led me out of the office and over to one of the patient examination rooms. He took out one of the flimsy gowns and told me to get changed, and then he left. I was totally confused. But I did as he told me.
I took off my blouse, my skirt, my shoes. Looking down at my underwear, I wondered if he meant for me to take them off as well. Of course he must. I stepped out of my panties and unhooked my bra, leaving them on top of my clothes.
A shiver ran up my spine. This was another thing I had never done before. It was so exciting.
Then the door opened and I threw the gown over myself. It wasn’t even Doctor Peters, but another man, one I hadn’t met before with dark hair and darker eyes. He was closer to my age, probably in his first year of practice. Young and eager.
“I’m Doctor Morgan,” he said. “Doctor Peters told me to come in and get you ready.”
He patted the cushioned table and somewhat reluctantly I hopped on.
“What’s going to happen?” I asked.
He pushed me to lie back and then lifted each of my legs and placed it in a stirrup, which he then clamped over my ankle to lock it in place. I struggled a bit in them, which Doctor Morgan smiled at. There I was, practically on display for him.
Doctor Peters came in, nodding when he saw me held into place.
“Start with your hands,” he said to the younger doctor. “Feel her first. Find her sensitive spots.”
Morgan walked his fingers up my inner thigh, making me tense with anticipation. He rubbed around my pussy, applying gentle pressure until he got to my clit. Just brushing over it was enough to make my body tighten.
There’s a lot of hotness bundled into this one. Keep your eyes peeled for it next week!