A visit to the doctors [f21 m44] [age gap] [medical play] [taboo] [power imbalance]

Sienna sat in the waiting room, absently twisting the drawstring of her sweatpants, trying with all her might not to think about anything. Especially not the book. A week ago, she wouldn't have been such a wreck. But that was before she'd read Burning Hunk of Werewolf, an erotic fluff that had somehow melted half her brain and short-circuited the rest. Now, all it took was a quiet moment, and suddenly she was daydreaming about things she'd never even done. Teeth grazing her neck. Fingers tangling in her hair, tilting her head just right. The heavy drag of—

She pinched the inside of her arm hard.

Focus. You're at the doctor's office, not in Chapter Nineteen.

Besides, she hadn't even brought a change of underwear. Getting this worked up over a stupid book, when she hadn't kissed anyone in... what, a year? And she was still a virgin. Twenty-one and counting.

It wasn't that Sienna didn't have desires. Lately, her desires had become the loudest thing in her mind. But having been raised in an extremely sheltered and religious household, when she finally went out into the world on her own, living on campus in her tiny apartment, she hadn't developed the skills to actually talk to a boy long enough to end up in bed.

It didn't help that Dr. Shefford was going to be the first man to see that part of her. He'd been one of her dad's schlubby friends until his divorce two years ago. Talk about a glow-up. Now the man was positively edible, and he was about to have his hands down her panties. Her extremely wet panties.

The nurse called her name. Sienna followed, heart pounding, into a chilly, sterile exam room. She changed into the paper gown, her breath shallow as she perched on the edge of the crinkling table, butterflies pushing against her ribs.

A quiet knock, and Dr. Shefford entered. He smiled, looking at her chart, then at her. "Is this your first gynecological exam?" he asked gently.

"Yeah," Sienna replied, her voice thin.

He sat down at her level and spoke softly, "I'll explain every part of the exam before I do anything, and if anything makes you uncomfortable or you want to stop, you just tell me, okay?"

She nodded, a little of the fear draining away, replaced by a new kind of anticipation.

"Any particular concerns today?" he prompted.

Sienna hesitated, then, cheeks flaming, said, "Some pain in my breasts. They're … really sensitive. The nipples, especially."

"That's common," he replied gently. "I'll start with a breast exam, and you tell me if anything's uncomfortable. Ready?"

She managed a nod, her heart pounding in her ears.

He put on gloves, his touch warm through the latex as he carefully examined her. When his thumb passed lightly over her nipple, she flinched, her back arching, a soft gasp catching in her throat. Her body responded to his touch, her pussy fluttering in response to even such a light caress.

"Extreme sensitivity?" he asked, his eyes meeting hers, gauging her reaction.

Sienna swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes. Sorry, it's... really sensitive right now."

"That's all right," Dr. Shefford replied, his tone kind but focused. He lingered just a beat longer, his touch gentle yet thorough as he checked for any concerning changes. He stepped back, pulling off his gloves, his eyes meeting hers. "Breast tenderness can happen for several reasons: It's very common during certain phases of your cycle, especially right before your period," he explained, his voice calm and reassuring. "Hormonal shifts, even stress, can make the nerves more reactive. And sometimes, heightened sensitivity is related to increased sexual arousal or desire. It's nothing to be embarrassed about; it just means your body is responding as it should."

From his side, it was hard not to notice her reaction; the way she tensed, the color blooming on her skin. He maintained his professional calm, but a note of curiosity flashed across his face, a momentary connection that left the air between them tingling.

He finished, stepping back just enough to give her space. "Everything feels normal, but with the intensity of your sensitivity, it's good you mentioned it. We'll keep a close eye on that. Now, I'll walk you through the next part of your exam..."

As he explained the upcoming gynecological exam, his voice steady and respectful, the undertow of anticipation lingered in the room, unspoken but impossibly vivid, threading between each carefully clinical word and gentle touch.

She laid back on the bed, her knees pressed tightly together, shielding herself from his gaze. She knew what he'd find when she finally spread her legs, her needy, dripping wet pussy. He returned from the sink, a fresh pair of latex gloves snapping into place. He settled on the stool at the end of the table, right in front of her closed legs. She chanced a quick glance his way, her cheeks burning red when she caught him staring intently at her knees pressed together.

To her surprise, he grasped her thighs, his fingers momentarily digging into the pliant flesh. "Alright, sweetheart, I'm going to need you to open those knees for me," he said, his voice rough. "I will then insert a speculum and do a quick inspection and swab, then you'll be all done. If at any moment you feel uncomfortable, just let me know."

She briefly looked towards him, then down to the tray on his left, where an array of weird metal instruments lay. For some reason, the idea that Dr. Shefford would be inserting them into her made her even more tingly, and mortifyingly, she felt more wetness drip out of her.

With her face turned away, staring at the wall to her right, her cheeks positively on fire, she slowly opened her thighs for Dr. Shefford, revealing her pussy.

To his credit, he didn't say anything, but she knew he knew by the quick intake of breath, hurried by a quick throat clearing. And indeed, Dr. Shefford had been greeted by the sight of an absolutely perfect little pussy, wetness dripping down onto her ass cheeks.

Sienna risked a glance at his face, but other than his gaze fixed intently on the space between her thighs and a faint redness over his cheekbones, there was no reaction to the state of her arousal. Instead, he cleared his throat and quickly looked up at her, a quick flash of heat darkening his eyes before he was all professional again.

He put a warm gloved hand against the inside of her thigh, applying enough pressure to cause an enjoyable ache in her hip. When he spoke, his voice came out a bit lower than normal. "Sorry, Sienna, I need you to open just a little bit wider for me."

Derek knew by looking at how wet her little pussy was that she wouldn't need much lube to get the speculum in, but to go through the motions, he lubed up the metal device before placing the tip at her entrance. Her little gasp at feeling the cold metal pressing against her drippy, impossibly tight hole went straight to his cock, but he furrowed his brows and ignored his baser instincts.

He was half surprised not to encounter a hymen, having assumed she was inexperienced by her upbringing and her reaction to his touch, but he knew she had been a prolific horseback rider younger. Instead of encountering resistance, her little pussy was fluttering around the speculum, more slick wetness pouring out of her. He looked up at her face, and her cheeks were ridiculously flushed, her bottom lip caught between her teeth to hold back whatever delicious sounds were begging to escape.

By this point, Derek was painfully hard behind his slacks, and an idea was starting to form in his head. He was a doctor, his job was to help his patients, and clearly, this little patient of his was suffering. What was the alternative? Let some frat boy who wouldn't know how to treat her body be the first to play with that perfect pussy? He hurried through the rest of the process, swabbing her, before starting to ease the speculum out of her. As he watched her pussy grip onto the hard metal tube as he slid it out of her, he felt his dick throb.

"You did so well, Sienna. You were such a good girl for me." Mortifyingly, Sienna felt her pussy clench in response to his praise. "I have a bit of a personal question for you. You don't need to answer, but it could help explain your heightened degree of... sensitivity."

Sienna's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing a deep scarlet as Dr. Sheffield's words hung in the air. "It's okay, Sienna. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I was just wondering if you were still a virgin." The room seemed to grow warmer, the air thicker, as she managed a delicate nod, her throat too constrained to speak.

Dr. Sheffield leaned in, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "That's alright, Sienna. Nothing to be ashamed of. It's just that a woman's body, especially at your age, has certain needs. I can see it's starting to take a toll on you." His thumb brushed against her glistening pussy, a feather-light touch that made her breath hitch. "This is so swollen and needy. I'm sure you feel it throbbing, aching for someone to rub this little nub, or wanting to be stretched out around something warmer than the speculum. It's also probably why these"—he reached up, pinching a nipple between his fingers, sending a jolt of electricity through her—"are so sensitive."

Sienna's mouth hung open, her breath coming in short gasps as she hung onto every salacious word falling from his lips.

"I can help you, Sienna," he murmured, his eyes darkening with an intensity that made her heart race. "Only if you want, of course, and in a completely medical context. I can help you soothe the ache in your pretty little pussy, so you can go back to being the good girl that you are. No more throbbing pussy to distract you. You can tell me if you want me to stop or if you need more. How does that sound?"

Sienna was shocked into silence, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. She knew it was probably wrong—he was twice her age, a trusted medical professional. But she did trust him, knew she would be in good hands, and she desperately needed something to help her get her thoughts back on track. She glanced up at him from beneath her lashes, licked her suddenly dry lips, and nodded her head slightly.

"I need to hear you say it, baby," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Say, 'Please touch my wet pussy and make me feel better.'"

A small smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as Sienna shyly looked up and whispered, "Please rub my needy pussy and make it feel better, doctor."

At this, Derek briefly shut his eyes, breathing harshly as his gaze darkened with hunger. "Alright, Sienna, lay back and relax. Remember, if ever you want to stop, just tell me. Don't hesitate to tell me what feels good for you. I am going to put my gloves back on. Remember, this is still professional and for your overall health."

Sienna lay back, parting her thighs wide as she shyly watched Dr. Sheffield slip on a new pair of gloves. He pressed down on one of her thighs, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, making her squirm with anticipation. His thumb delicately brushed over her swollen clit, and Sienna let out a mewling moan, her whole body tensing at that one little touch. He repeated the motion, her pussy growing even wetter as he got into a rhythm of slowly and tortuously rubbing her little clit in gentle circles. Her eyes were half-closed, her body taut as a bowstring, every nerve ending on fire. She occasionally played with herself, but nothing prepared her for how good his thumb felt swiping against the soft flesh of her throbbing cunt.

As she got closer to the brink, she grabbed onto his wrist, her nails digging into his skin. He immediately stopped, searching her gaze. "No, no, please don't stop," she cried desperately, pressing his fingers harder against her. "It feels so good."

Understanding her desperate need, he resumed touching her, increasing the pace and pressure. "That's right, babygirl, just close your eyes and let me make you feel all better. Gonna make you feel so good."

Watching Sienna come undone in front of him was definitely not a clinical experience. The way her chest flushed, her tight little pussy glistening and spasming as he rubbed her through her climax, the dazed expression in her eyes as she looked at him adoringly. Completely intoxicating.

For Sienna, the experience was like no other: feeling herself get closer and closer with every swipe of his thumb over her swollen clit, her nipples puckering in desperation, her heartbeat quickening until everything released, contracted, and the most bone-melting pleasure suffused every limb.

"Wow, Dr. Sheffield, that was amazing…" Looking down, Sienna saw that the front of his trousers were tight, and a particularly devilish idea struck her.

"That was really amazing and felt so good. But I am still aching and needy, Dr. Sheffield. I think maybe I need a different sort of treatment. I really, really liked how that metal thing felt stretching me. Maybe I need to be stretched some more? Obviously, I don't want to ask for too much, and you're the doctor and you know best, but I think it would help, and I trust you.