(L) – This story contains strong language.
Hello everyone! It’s been a while since I last posted, so let me reintroduce myself. I’m Rare Diamond, and I’m now 24 years old. I’m still single, and I know the longer I wait, the bigger God’s blessings in my life will be. One of the reasons I haven’t posted in a while is that my life has been so busy. God has blessed me with an amazing community of fellow believers, and I’ve started a new job that I absolutely love! I’m finally ready to start sharing stories. These stories are fictional fantasies of mine, as I’m still waiting until marriage to experience sex. I hope you enjoy my stories, and I appreciate all your kind words and support.
Now to the fictional but sexy story . . .
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Jasmine arrived for her annual gynecologist appointment feeling a mix of nerves and calm. After being led to the exam room, she changed into the gown laid out for her. A knock at the door broke the silence, and Dr. Gavin Johnson stepped in, dressed in scrubs, his expression kind but professional.
“I see you’re here for your physical, Jasmine,” he said, offering a reassuring smile as he sat down across from her. “Any specific concerns today?” T
hey talked for a few minutes, Jasmine asking questions, Dr. Johnson answering them.
“Alright,” he said gently. “Let’s begin the exam. Go ahead and lie back for me.”
Jasmine eased onto the exam table. She spread her legs, and Dr. Johnson removed her gown. He moved to the side of the table.
“Let’s begin with the breast exam,” he murmured.
His hands hovered over her for a moment before settling against the soft flesh of her left breast. He molded his palms, cupping the weight. Jasmine’s breath hitched, her back arching slightly off the table, pushing herself further into his touch.
“You have beautiful breasts,” he remarked, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, already tight and aching.
She bit her lip to stifle a whimper, but it escaped anyway.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Oh yes.”
Her nipples hardened further under his attention, the sensitive buds throbbing as he rolled them between his fingers, pinching just enough to make her gasp. Doctor Johnson leaned down. His hands cradled her right breast, lifting it toward his lips, and then his mouth closed around her nipple. Jasmine moaned, her hips lifting involuntarily. The sensation was electric. His teeth grazed lightly before he pulled back with a wet pop, leaving her nipple glistening.
He reached into the pocket of his scrubs and withdrew a pair of clamps. Jasmine’s breath quickened as she watched him. He pinched her right nipple between his fingers, rolling it until it was stiff enough to take the clamp. The cold metal touched her skin, and the pressure tightened. The pain melted instantly into pleasure. He repeated the process on her left breast.
“How’s that feeling?” he asked.
“Oh, so good,” she breathed, her voice trembling.
The clamps pulled at her nipples with every movement, sending waves of arousal coursing through her. She could feel her own wetness pooling between her thighs.
“Now, for the vaginal exam,” he announced. He moved to the end of the table, his hands sliding up the inside of her thighs. Instead of reaching for a speculum, he traced the outer lips of her pussy. Jasmine whimpered, her hips jerking upward. His fingers found her clit, already swollen and throbbing, and he circled it slowly.
She squirmed. He slid two fingers lower, pressing against her entrance. She was so wet that they slipped inside with ease. “Fuck,” she breathed, her head falling back as he curled his fingers upward, finding that rough patch inside her. His fingers gliding in and out, her juices coating them with every thrust.
“Mmmm, yes,” he murmured, “You’re so wet for me, Jasmine.”
She couldn’t answer. Her breath came in ragged gasps as her orgasm built, her body coiling tighter with each stroke of his fingers.
“OH MY GOD!” she cried, her back arching off the table as her climax crashed over her. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, her thighs shaking, her entire body seized by her release.
Before she could catch her breath, Doctor Johnson knelt at the end of the table, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wider. His tongue was on her, licking up the length of her pussy before zeroing in on her clit.
“Oh, fuck—!” she groaned, her hands grabbing his head, her fingers tangling in his hair.
She pressed him against her, grinding her pussy against his mouth as he devoured her. His tongue was flicking, sucking, and lapping at her. His lips sealed around her clit, his tongue working in fast circles, and then—
“OH, FUCK!” she screamed, her body convulsing as her second climax tore through her. Her juices flooded his mouth as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
“I need to feel your hard cock in my pussy,” she demanded.
Doctor Johnson didn’t hesitate. He stood and stripped his scrubs off in one fluid motion. His cock sprang free. Jasmine’s mouth watered at the sight of it. He gripped her hips, pulling her to the very edge of the table. He guided the head of his cock to her entrance; he thrust inside in one smooth stroke.
“Fuck!” she cried out. He was big, filling her completely.
“You take me so well,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips.
“Yes—yes—yes!” she chanted, her body coiling tighter, her third orgasm already building. She could feel him swelling inside her, his cock throbbing as he chased his own release.
“Come for me again,” he commanded.
And she did. Her pussy clenched around him, her back arching as her climax ripped through her, her walls milking his cock. He buried himself to the hilt and groaned, his own release spilling inside her. When he finally stilled, he withdrew his cock. He tucked himself back into his scrubs while Jasmine lay there spent.
“Thank you, Dr. Johnson,” she whispered. He leaned down, pressing a kiss on her forehead before stepping back.
“It’s my pleasure, Mrs. Johnson,” he replied, before leaving the exam room. He wondered just how many more “exams” she’d be scheduling in the future.
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