Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 288(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 288(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
She bites her lips and nods.
“Yes,” is her tiny, whispered reply.
I smile at her, standing to my full height before reaching over and pulling out the stirrups beneath the exam table. She looks up at me with big brown eyes, unsure how to proceed.
“This is no different from a standard gynecological exam,” I say in a soothing voice. “I’m going to do a lot of the same things. Of course, we won’t need to do a swab or anything like that because I’m testing the elasticity of your vaginal canal, but to the patient, it very much feels the same.”
“Oh I see,” is her breathless whisper. Obediently, Bethany raises her legs and inserts her delicate feet into the stirrups. I pull them farther apart, and her breath hitches.
“Is this too wide?” I ask. After all, she’s a small thing. Perhaps I’m straining her hips. She merely shakes her head in answer.
“No, I’m okay.”
“Great,” I say. “Let me just get everything prepared, and we’ll get ready.”
I move to the side counter, and strap on gloves before assembling an assortment of metal tools. There’s the speculum, as well as the spreader, and a bunch of different needle-like implements.
“Oh my god, is that going into me?” she asks.
I shake my head.
“Not all of it. The best test of a woman’s elasticity is still a doctor’s fingers. No machine can replace an experienced professional’s touch.”
She looks at me with hesitant eyes as I pull a stool up right between her thighs.
“And you’ve done this on thousands of women, right?”
I laugh.
“I haven’t performed thousands of vaginoplasties, but I’ve definitely done thousands of exams. I’ve touched many women in their sensitive parts because this is a problem that’s more common than you think. Sagging and loosening of the tissue can come with age, not just childbirth, so there are a lot of patients who come in looking for fixes.”
She nods, blushing.
“Okay, I think I’m ready.”
With that, I lift the pink hospital gown, revealing Nirvana on Earth.
5
Ryder
Bethany’s so beautiful, and my cock jerks from the sight of her pussy. She’s bare all over, and her lips are pink and glistening. Even from a brief visual examination, I can tell that it’s unlikely she needs any type of surgery. If anything, Bethany went out with a douchebag with a tiny penis who doesn’t want to admit that the fault lies with him.
But I can’t let her realize how aroused I am. Fortunately, I’m at eye level with the patient, so she can’t see how my cock’s pressing stiffly against my pants. I can even feel the tip seeping pre-cum, and curse myself. How can this be happening? She’s just one patient out of the thousands I’ve seen, and yet I’m totally losing control.
There’s just something about this woman. Her innocence. Her sweet demeanor. The way she’s so shy when telling me about her “perceived problem.” I could punch that guy she went out on a date with because it’s men like that who cause women to have self-esteem problems. I’d love to meet him in a dark alley and show him the back of my fist.
But it’s obvious that Bethany’s also extremely nervous, and her creamy thighs tremble a bit as she lies there. Her breasts quiver beneath the gown and I murmur gently, “Don’t worry, just take a deep breath. This is going to be slightly cold, but then it’ll warm up in a second.”
I squirt some lube in my gloved palm, and then lightly pat her pussy. She quivers a bit more and to my excitement, her lips become increasingly moist. They flush and grow plump, fattening under my gaze. She’s really aroused, and my cock jerks in answer.
Gently, I rub my hand in circles along her lips, massaging and stroking her where it counts.
She jerks up a bit and looks at me with wide eyes.
“Does that go in next?” she asks, glancing at the speculum. I admit, it doesn’t look fun. The tool is metal, glistening and gargantuan. Why would anyone want the cold steel inserted into their most private parts?
“Not quite yet,” I say in a soothing voice. “I’m going to put a little more of this warming lube on you, and then we’ll get started.”
She nods breathlessly as I squirt more KY into my hand. Then I pat it onto her pussy again, except this time, I niggle her clit with one finger. She lets out a slight moan and tilts her head back, exposing that long, lovely neck.
“Oh my,” is her gasp.
“I’m going to open you up a bit more,” I say, “and the best way to do that is to get you relaxed. Here, does this help?” I ask, reaching one finger over to trace circles around her clit. “Many women are sensitive to clitoral stimulation, and it helps with our exams sometimes.”