Anyone else looking for some fun? Well here it is:
We went into my room and I heard him shut the door behind me, as well as the click of the lock turning, which made me wonder what he had in mind.
I shook my head, trying to dispel the dirty thoughts. This should not have been turning me on.
“I hear you’ve been a bad girl,” he said, a lecherous phrase that made me whirl around on him.
“My parents never believe me,” I said.
“And I’m sure you’re completely innocent. Well, the test will show whether or not you’re telling the truth. Now get undressed.”
“You heard me. What kind of test did you think this was?”
It was insulting the way he talked to me like I was a spoiled child. I wasn’t too thrilled about having to strip in front of him either, but I had to admit that there was a dirty, depraved part of me that liked having his eyes crawl over me while I pulled off my t-shirt and slid my jeans down. But I swear I wasn’t purposely wiggling my ass at him as I took them off.
“Keep going,” he said. “Bra and panties, too.”
This was so humiliating. He shouldn’t have been watching me disrobe, especially not with a gleam in his eyes that said that he liked what he saw.
“Lay down on your bed,” he said. “Scoot all the way down. Keep your legs separated. That’s my girl.”
One of his hands, clad in latex gloves, rested on my knee while the other moved up to my slit. A finger probed around the edges and I squeezed my eyes shut. It was an exam. I should not be enjoying it.
“Tell me your sexual history,” Doctor Slater said.
“I don’t have one.”
“Come now. Are you telling me that you’ve never been touched? And keep in mind that I will be examining you thoroughly and will know if you’re lying.”
“I did kiss a boy a couple of nights ago. And he did touch me. But it never went further than that. We didn’t have sex.”
“Oh no?” His finger slid up inside of me and I had to bite back a cry. He felt all around me and then twitched in a way that sent electricity shooting through me. I tried to stay calm, but my hands grabbed the bedspread and squeezed.
“You do feel tight like a virgin,” he said. “Although your pussy isn’t making as much juices as normal for a girl your age.”
Great, now I was a slut because I wasn’t turned on enough. “Maybe… you just haven’t examined me enough.”
He pulled his finger out and I was horrified that he was stopping.
“I do have another method,” he said. “You might think it’s unorthodox, but it’s better for determining whether or not your body is responding like a virgin.”
“Then do it,” I said.
Doctor Slater bent down over me and his tongue came out, sliding all around my folds and leaving me with a pleasurable tingle. I grunted, my body arching up to meet his mouth while he tongued my clit and licked around my pussy. I never imagined that a man’s touch would feel so good.
Lots more tasty stuff where that came from! It’ll be ready for you next week!