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I’m not sure what happened. He’d been treating me for a variety of disorders, mostly related to energy, and the medications he’d prescribed were effective. We had a check-up to make sure I wasn’t experiencing any negative side effects and to determine whether my dose needed to be adjusted. I kept a list of all the symptoms we were treating so we could check them off one by one to see whether they were all responding to treatment (most of them were).

I was nearing the end of my list when I realized I’d been experiencing vaginal edema prior to therapy. I read it aloud, and he inquired whether it was still present. I responded no, but with a frown since I wasn’t sure. He said he’d best look into it, and I agreed because it was another two months until my next checkup, and it was worth looking out.

It was simply a standard check up, and he turned around while I slid down my panties and sat down on the table with only my skirt on, telling him I was fine. He came around and lifted up my skirt quite professionally, staring academically at my vagina. Nothing was different from previous doctor’s evaluations. I wasn’t actually looking at him, just sort of glancing at the wall, when I felt his finger brush up against my clit. I took a deep breath and looked down, then up at his face. His face remained nonchalant, and his hand was still resting near but not touching my vagina. His expression was neither sexual nor coercive, nor did it show that he was aware of what he’d just done. I didn’t believe he’d done it on purpose, but we just kept making innocent eye contact. He attempted to remove his hand away, but my hand shot out of nowhere and gripped his wrist, signaling him not to move. I didn’t even think about it; I just did it. I wasn’t even thinking. I returned my gaze from our hands to his face, and he did the same, his eyes digging deeper into mine. Then, without saying anything, he gently lowered his fingers back onto my clit. I gasped once more at the touch and noticed something quiver in his bottom lip, as if he was ready to bite it. Something changed behind his eyes as well, a flash of something other than the professional stare he’d at all times held me with.

He was slowly moving his finger around my clit, so I lifted his wrist a little higher so he could locate my sweet spot. When he found it, I exclaimed even louder and propped myself up with my arm to be closer to his face. It was fantastic. I recall grabbing his shirt collar and burying my face in his neck, trying to whimper as quietly as feasible. I murmured in his ear and, I believe, bit it in pleasure, to which he responded by tracing a hand up from my breast, up my neck, and then resting securely around the top of my neck, giving me goosebumps. Then he drew my face back and kissed me, then nuzzled noses for a moment, then slid his finger up and down my slit, which was now soaked. He noticed this and a primitive smile appeared on his face. Then he inserted his finger into me.

I’ve at all times loved that shit, and the fact that I wasn’t expecting it made it much better. I had to hold my breath for a few seconds to keep from yelling. I gazed up into his eyes, which had become filled with animal want as a result of my reaction, and he continued burrowing his finger into my cunt and pulling down, sending floods of bliss through me each time. At one point, his grasp on my throat tightened as if to tell me I was being too loud, but I couldn’t stop myself, so he placed his thumb in my mouth and used the rest of his hand to keep my jaw mostly locked. I sucked on his thumb and gave him blowjob eyes, which I could tell he appreciated based on his eyes. He quickened his rhythm inside me and began to go faster, as if ravenous for my enjoyment. That continued till I had to grab his collar again while shaking and orgasmed into his neck. He slowed down, and when I told him to come out of me, he bent down and licked me. I bit my own hand so hard that I didn’t scream.

I recall lying back on my arms to regain my breath again, and him returning to his computer to review some test results. I put my pantyhose back on and sat back down in the patient’s chair. When he turned around, his expression was solemn, and we continued through the rest of my list as if nothing had happened. He greeted me with a lovely smile at reception, and we scheduled a follow-up visit for a few months later.

NSFW: yes

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