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There’s a knock on the door; a woman enters without waiting for a reply. “Okay, [Thirsty], I see you’re here for a birth control shot and your PA also noted she wants your lungs listened to. I’m Doctor Larkin, I’m filling in for her today.”

The fill- in doctor is quite attractive: thick legs, juicy ass, perky conical tits. Her black hair falls in wild waves just past her shoulders. Her makeup is a little less natural than her professional peers’.

She frowns down at my chart. “I’m not seeing a date for your last pap smear. Was it within the past year?” 

“No,” I say, internally wincing. I wonder if she’ll insist on it before giving me the shot.

“Is that something you’d like to have taken care of today?”

“No,” I repeat. And she does the strangest thing. Looks me up and down and bites the cap of her pen with white, even teeth. She shakes her head slightly and marks something on my chart. She pulls on gloves and unwraps her stethoscope from her shoulders. “Alright, let’s hear those lungs.”

She scoots closer to me in her rolling chair and does another strange thing. Staring at my breasts she says “I’m going to need you to go ahead and take off your bra. It’ll be hard to hear through all that tissue..” And then she continues making eye contact with my nipples.

I must admit, an attractive female telling me to disrobe in any capacity is rather a turn on. But her unwavering gaze makes me self- conscious, so I pull my arms out of the straps of my bra and reach inside my shirt to pull it down below my breasts. Now my nipples are staring back at her. “Good girl,” she murmurs, and reaches around me to put the stethoscope against my back. It’s cold and my body instinctively pulls away from it, arching my back and thrusting my tits toward her face. “Yes, sit up straight- that’s it. Now breath in slowly.. and out..”

She moves the stethoscope to a few spots on my back, then comes around to my chest. She listens in one spot, then reaches into my shirt and lifts my left breast, putting the stethoscope beneath it. She frowns for a moment, then pulls back. “Too much background noise,” she mutters, and pulls the glove off her right hand. Reaches back into my shirt and lifts my breast again. “In.. and out.. slowly..” She has me regulate my breathing and I notice the hand cupping my breast isn’t just holding, it’s lightly massaging. 

“How often do you perform breast self- examination?” she asks, squeezing gently,  rhythmically. 

“Not really,” I say. I’m getting nervous, her face so close to mine, her skin on mine is turning me on. The way she’s touching me is turning me on. I can feel myself flush. My nipples are getting harder. And then before she releases my breast, she lightly pinches my nipple with her thumb and forefinger, tugging gently. I barely manage to stifle a moan.

She switches sides, this time squeezing my tit more aggressively. No pretense of examination this time, she’s immediately milking my nipple. I exhale shakily and try to breathe slowly. “That’s it, good girl. Just like I told you.”

She listens to my lung and strokes me for a couple minutes. Her face is dreamy and far away. Then suddenly, she’s all company. “Well, there is some moderate wheezing, which has been noted for you before..” She marks something on my chart and scans rapidly. “You’re still using your inhalers?”

“I forgot for awhile, but I’m trying to pick it back up.”

She gives me look with an arched brow. “Naughty girl. And here I was going to give you a lollipop for being so cooperative during the examination. No matter.” She rolls her chair back over to her desk and begins to prepare the shot. “Assume the position!”

I slide off the examination table and bend over it slightly. I pull my skirt and panties down a few inches and wait for the alcohol swab. I hear her chair roll back over to me. Then her hand is between my shoulder blades bending me over the table at a sharper angle. She tugs down sharply on my skirt and panties and they fall to the floor. Now she’s got an unobstructed view of my butt plug.

Humiliated, I try to reach down for my clothes and she pushes me back down against the table. “You’re not going anywhere,” she leans forward and whispers in my ear, and as she pulls back her breasts graze my back. She’s stroking my backside, rubbing and massaging my buttock. When she begins to use the alcohol wipe, her face is so close to me I feel her breath on my skin.

I feel her fingertips around the edges of my plug. She pulls gently at it, slowly encountering more resistance as the widest part of the plug slides closer to my asshole. She lets go and my body pulls it back in. She fucks me like this a few times, then says “you know how this part goes. Just a little.. prick.” She pushes the plug flush against my skin and gives me the shot.

And then suddenly, she’s all company. “So, make an appointment with reception on your way out for the next shot in about three months. And use those inhalers AS DIRECTED!” I’m reaching down to grab my skirt and panties. She gives my ass a farewell swat, grabs my chart and her laptop and bustles from the room.

I’m adjusting my clothes to follow her out to reception and the day waiting beyond when it occurs to me to wonder: what would have happened if I’d said “yes” to a pelvic exam?

NSFW: yes

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