Chapter [1] – Boring Introductions
Revision 11/20/2023
Has anyone in history ever enjoyed their time dealing with doctors? The past year has been one heck of a doozy for me. I’ve experienced scheduling errors, multiple required check-ins, costly lab work and to top it all off, a specialist recommendation that went sour before the introduction. Need I really say more about any of it? The backstory might be an awful story to tell, but it’s important to understand I haven’t had the best luck with doctors. So let me start there.
Dr. Stuart was a slim fellow, somewhat precise but lacking in many stages. His advice this time around was a broken record that I could almost spout word for word. His recommendation was precise with detail as he wrote my name on the order. The order note surprised me as I read the word, referral. It was for a doctor in the same clinic who specialized in my diagnosis. So, there I was, sitting in contempt of all the mishaps dealing with this doctor to now be pawned to the next.
The new doctor, Dr. Stalls, was honestly knee slap funny. His tone was a bit less critical about urgency in health. My initial thought was how unusual of a visit this was starting out to be. There was also the contradictive nurse assisting the doctor. She was quite the opposite of healthy in appearance. Let it be out of his control, I thought. I was happy to be going on my way after the routine visit concluded.
Not one month later, I received a letter which told me Dr. Stalls would be leaving and relocating his practice. It identified that I had one final appointment, one final time seeing him before his departure. The thought of canceling ran through my head but that meant dealing with Dr. Stuart’s staff again. Maybe that was going to happen anyway, but however long I could delay the inevitable seemed the way to go.
Upon entering his designated patient room, he candidly advised he was not seeing eye to eye with his colleagues on a number of things. The spiel this time wasn’t a broken record, but it was cut short as we discussed a few sideline items and shook hands.
Truth be told, neither Stuart or Stalls had much going for them. I felt their diagnosis was by the book in a way that covered most of the spectrum, or the majority, and not he individual. Why not see me as a unique patient and really look for potential variances? As a doctor I would ask questions to formulate a health chart by tabulating daily routine.
I was never asked basic questions like if I was chewing my food well enough. Was I drinking enough water? Etc. etc. Neither performed this evaluation, yet they called themselves doctor.
My next scheduled appointment was a return to my previous doctor, Dr. Stuart. This time was different. This time he had someone accompany him. He went on to introduce her, saying she would be joining the team as a physician assistant. Even though I knew Dr. Stuart had nothing to do with her joining the practice, I was pleased as punch with him at that time. She was gorgeous. Her name was Rina and going forward, she would be overseeing all things related to my health.
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A few weeks after the introduction, I was back at the office for my actual first appointment with Rina. It was 8:30 in the morning when she, herself, opened the door to call my name. This was typically the nurse’s job, to check my weight and blood pressure. Normal stuff. I felt we were off to a good start.
She began asking questions, normal broken record stuff. I noticed right away that Rina was very easy to talk to. She was motivated and almost jumpy with excitement. She shared her treatment plan, which was to not change my existing treatment plan just yet. She went on to share a few items such as her diet and emphasized a few things that worked for her, having the same existing issues.
I was feeling confident, talkative, encouraged, and not as nervous about my treatment plan as I usually was. It was then, she asked me if there was anything more that my thigh instantly twitched a little as she laid her hand on my knee.
Chapter [2] – Airspace
The physician assistant Rina is a petite, 5’2” with blonde, luscious hair. She is wearing a white lab coat and glasses and cute little charms. I’m a few inches taller and as I’m answering her questions, my eyes drift down to look at her chest bumps. I’m a bit older, nearing 40 and she has to be about 24. I’ve never been the guy to intentionally look at what’s going on in that general airspace. This day was different. After a brief collapse of all memory, I pointed to my arm and asked about a prescription for a pesky skin tag. Those things used to scare me, but I’ve had a couple and they’re just a small annoyance.
Rina looks down at her chart and makes a note. She hops to the computer and spends time looking for something to prescribe. She finds something after a few minutes and asked me where I want to pick up the prescription. All is well, as it gets prescribed. She finishes and then turns and asks if I wanted to show her. I didn’t think she was second guessing me, but I was more than happy to prove the need for the script.
At first, I showed her my arm. She grabbed my arm and looked closer. It was nearing my arm pit, along with a few others. I shouldn’t have felt a reaction, but her touch was nicer than nice. Before this visit, I had searched her name and found out she was indeed a married woman. I felt guilty when I had been staring earlier. I also felt guilty for trying my hardest to forget she was married. I sure was doing a good job of that though.
She then asked me if I wanted to show her the others.
I responded by asking if she was fine with seeing everything. She said it was up to me and that she would evaluate the others for any issues.
Normally I’d have dropped my pants in a hurry, but I took my time as though I were putting on a show, except not intentionally. I was just timid about what would follow. I first took my shirt off and showed her my other arm. It had a few small ones you could barely see. She acknowledged it and I moved on. I lifted myself from the table and removed my pants altogether. As I started laying down, I scooted my briefs off.
She asked me if she could inspect everything and I responded “of course, check everything”.
I’m not the porn star show off type. I’m very much a grower. She didn’t bother with gloves which I wondered if she had forgotten to use them, being a new physician assistant and all. She guided her bare hand to split my legs, below my balls. She moved up and cupped my sack gently and put fingers on my neck to check my pulse. I started growing near her hand, as she examined the skin tag on my leg, beside my penis.
I was unintentionally giving her a physical response. I intentionally wanted her to get closer into my airspace. To my surprise, wouldn’t you know it, she came through and took my breath away as she made a move. Highly unethical but denying this for either of us would be like not existing. She had me move to my side facing away from her. She then began to finely stroke my growth, all the while outlining her fingers against my back with her other hand. It was absolute heaven, and I could have poked a hole in literally anything with how hard I had grown in her hand.
She grabbed my neck while she pulled and twisted my pre cum out. She asked me if I was ok.
I simply said “yes doctor”.
Chapter [3] – Oopsie
Rina began to milk me as only a doctor’s hands could. I found the touch of her hand with mine and reached further back to touch her arm. I repositioned to lay at my back and to touch more of her. I don’t know when, but she had stripped down to her bra and panties while she had a hand on me the whole time. Our clothes melted like lava together on the floor.
Then and there I had decided I wanted to claim her as mine. I knew she wanted it too. I sat up and guided her in front of me, pushing her lips onto the head of my dick.
She knew how to milk me precisely to keep me from spilling my cum too quickly. My body was pulsing inside of her mouth, even more so than her hand. My head was in a euphoric state, wanting so badly to paint her white with all the jizz I could muster.
I slipped my fingers down to her nipples and back to where her mouth while she was playing with my cock head. Once in a while, she would slither her lips and tongue down my shaft to say hello while holding the weight of my shaft on her tongue.
Owning her felt unreal and the moment was confirmed as the head of my dick came up for air, showing its purple shade. It was getting messy as I was sure she had dripped on the floor as the slobber had found her chest.
In an instant, I unlocked her lips and flipped her around, pushing my stiffy into her peach ass. I wasn’t sure what I pushed into until I had fucked with it for a few minutes. Maybe it was 50/50 but my dick guided itself inside of her. Her bra somehow had stayed on this whole time, despite my clawing at it. I didn’t want to take it off, but I kinda did. In a sense, leaving her panties and bra on gave some civility. Although these thoughts didn’t age as well her panties ripped in my hands as I had realized I was in her sweaty, tight pussy.
I could tell she would’ve been just as pleased if I had found her tight asshole. This was a different kind of fuck as the moment of desire navigated itself. She needed a hole filled and I needed a hole to fill. As I pulled her onto my dick, and outlined the curve of my head with her rear end, I started to feel familiar aches.
Rina felt my dick stiffen a different way, as it was preparing to unload. In the moment it wasn’t hard to read her mind, as I had the same temptation. I felt an urge to breed her. It came out of my mouth first, as I asked her if she would have my baby. She moaned and told me how badly she wanted to have my baby. Rina’s body stiffened a different way, as her body badly needed my cum, she had started to tell me to make her a mommy.
My dick exploded inside of her, ensuring she would have enough sperm to cover her egg. I spun her around and released some remaining sticky, gooey cum on her chin. In my life, I had never seen so much white stuff come out of me. I stood up and grabbed her bra, wiping the remaining sperm off of me. I slid it under her from behind and wiped her pussy. I was keeping her bra as a trophy and a reminder of the day, as I had inseminated this beauty.
Rina generously locked lips with mine as I picked up her torn panties. I tossed them in the trash, and began pulling up her clothes. She locked lips with me each time I started to a piece of clothing on her.
She collected my clothes and I did the same. I locked her lips as she finished pulling my pants up. I whispered in her ear, asking her to tell me she loved me.
She looked me in the eyes and told me she loved me more than anything and that she was going to love our child with all her heart.
I gathered myself, gave her a smooch on the cheek and saw myself out as she told me to come back in 3 months for the results.
If you guessed, you’d be right about me scheduling my next visit 3 months on the dot. I can’t wait to see the love of my life and to check in on the results. Not my results. Her results.
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All for now. Thanks for reading!