The Shoplifter Chapter Three - Sex Stories

The Shoplifter Chapter Three

... as if searching for another argument for me to see the pregnancy through. Finally a look of resignation, “Well, let’s get you up to the front room to see the good Doctor Smith. You keep thinking about my offer and when you done talking with the doc, if you want to talk further, I can tell you more about how we make it all work out.” Bobby led me by the hand as we walked down a short hall and into what was originally the living room. A very black, short, bald, older man in a white lab coat was seated at a small desk. An examination table dominated the front of the room. The Doctor was introduced. He stood and walked toward me; smiled and told me to undress, put on this hospital gown, and lay down on the table. The next ten minutes were humiliating but we were moving in the right direction. He took all my vitals, gave me what appeared to be a good physical exam and then lifted my legs into the stirrups. I tried to adjust my head a little higher and as I did I was aware of movement across the room. It was fairly dark, but I could make out Bobby seated in a reclining chair. Just as I noticed Bobby was still in the room, the doctor entered my vagina with his lubricated fingers. I lost all interest in Bobby as the doctor began to give me an internal examination. Humiliation was gone. For the next twenty minutes he drove me wild. I expected an internal exam. I had never had one. I had been told how necessary it was in health class. I thought it would be painful. I had never ...

... expected it to drive a woman wild. I gripped the side of the table and clenched my teeth as he worked. There were two places quite deep and one high near the entrance that he found right away and then repeatedly rubbed as he examined. It took me to convulsion. I gripped the sides of the table, my legs fanned in and out as and I lost track of how many times I moaned. I was actually having one small climax followed by another as he examined me. He had to know. Was this normal? Humiliation only returned when he finished, smiled at me, and helped me to sit on the edge of the table and I tried to collect my thoughts as quickly as I could. Next, Dr. Smith set about examining my breasts. Without a word, he gathered the hospital gown together in front of me and moved it completely to one side as he came up beside me and began to examine first one and then the other. His examination was very thorough, first concentrating on the mass of the breast and then in turn, each nipple. I could not sit still; my young body was actually jumping up and down. “Young lady, I am sorry for the discomfort, but I need to have a good base line on the size and condition of your breasts.” Discomfort—what did he mean? He was driving me mad. His head dropped very close to my chest as his attention went back to my left breast. He had no idea what was really going on inside of me. They were so sensitive and he already had me so horny in spite of all the fear and anxiety. I struggled to contain the moans. Finally, he ...