Dr Sparsh Oberoi is an intimacy doctor practising in Pune, India. He is visited by various patients with their sexual problems. However, before we dive into his professional experiences, we shall begin with his formative years. How did he become a sex expert and what molded a doctor to take on this noble profession of helping people with their intimacy problems?
This is a novella with numerous chapters. Stay tuned to experience Dr. Oberoi's sex escapades.
Note: This story has themes of molestation and mild BDSM. If you are triggered due to these things, I would advise you to stop reading further.
Chapter 3: An internship to remember
I passed out of college with distinction. However, I had still not finalized what speciality I wanted to do my masters in. I liked orthopaedics and family health. But a new emerging field was also in my mind; Intimacy Consultant. Finally, I started my internship without deciding on my master's specialization. To my joy, that same internship helped me hit the nail on its head and follow an unknown path. This is that story.
If you haven't read the previous chapters, kindly do it before diving into this one.
I began doing an internship at KEM Hospital, in Mumbai. The vast city of dreams welcomed me with open arms. It had been two months since my internship started. The internship was taxing on my body and mind. Sometimes I didn't sleep for 3 days straight. Being an intern, I was always given the night shift. Life had become stressful, to say the least. Over that, the senior doctors used to bully us while ordering us to do tasks like,
"Hey Intern, go bring me breakfast from the cafeteria."
They used to leave early and we would have to take on the load of their patients. I was fed up. I had heard fun things about internships from my college seniors. They used to say,
"Midnight hookups are common between interns."
I had come to Mumbai with huge hopes of some sex adventures. But my balloon had busted on the first day itself. All the girls in my batch were either extremely nerdy or already engaged to be married. I wasn't attracted to anyone of them.
I had a close friend in KEM. His name was Neeraj. He was a localite from Dadar. But we became fast friends on the first day itself. He was always a troublemaker. He even talked back to a senior resident once. I liked him because he was a chill guy. He was single like me so we used to check out hot relatives of the patients admitted in the hospital. But unlike me, he was still a virgin. Till now we hadn't had success in wooing anyone of them.
One day Neeraj came running towards me. I was sitting in the doctor's station typing patient notes.
"Follow me," he said pulling me out of my chair.
"What is it? I protested. I want to complete my documentation."
"You are going to love this," he said dragging me towards the VIP section of the hospital.
As we reached room 1750, I saw more than a dozen doctors and nurses outside the room. Everyone was chitchatting in each other's ears. My curiosity peaked. We both entered the room as this was the floor assigned to us.
Our senior surgeon Dr. Mittal was talking to a patient. He was blocking the view. So we went close to him. Sitting on the bed in front of him was none other than famous actress Sara Ali Khan.
Her fair skin and chubby cheeks, made my heart melt. She was wearing a tank top through which her large boobs were trying to come out. Her deep cleavage sent chills down my back.
Dr. Mittal finished talking to her and left the room. Sara looked at Neeraj and me. She had a pleasant face. She smiled broadly. We returned the smile and left the room. We were too star-struck to talk properly. I had seen her in movies ogling at her big boobs. She wasn't like other actresses. She had good curves in the right place.
Later, we found out she was admitted to get operated for a small operation; Appendix removal. It had been troubling her for many months. Now she had decided to get it removed. It was a minor surgery. Yet, she would be with us for at least a few days.
Neeraj and I exchanged smiles on hearing this news. We were waiting for a celebrity patient since we landed in this hospital.
Soon, Sara got operated on. The Surgery was a success. She was back in her room. As she was a celebrity patient, all the interns had a duty to keep her company at night. We were instructed to keep her every wish and help her in any way possible. Neeraj had the first duty that night.
I had just finished my rounds when I got a message from him at 2 am.
"Come to Sara's room, ASAP."
I went there expecting an emergency. As I entered, Neeraj was the only one in her room. Sara was lying on the bed. She was administered general anaesthesia during surgery. So she was coming in and out of consciousness. Her eyelids were heavy. She was wearing a blue hospital gown and was propped up on the bed.
"What happened?" I asked Neeraj. He turned around. His face showed a lot of nervousness.
"Thank god you came, he said. Sara is not herself."
"What do you mean?"
I looked at Sara. Her eyes were open and she was looking at us dreamily. She was still high from the anaesthesia.
"Please Neeraj, she said making a sad face. Won't you help me?"
"What does she want?" I asked Neeraj.
"She is feeling an itch near her chest. She wants me to help her. Her hands are heavy due to the anaesthesia."
"Ohh! Then help her," I said smiling at him naughtily.
"See, even your friend agrees," Sara said looking at me.
Neeraj took a deep breath. He never had any sexual experience in his life. I knew Sara's gown was the only clothing she was wearing. She was completely naked below that.
Neeraj went ahead. Sara had again lost consciousness. Her eyes were shut. Neeraj's hand was shaking a bit. But it is not every day that a top actress asks you to touch her. He extended his arm and slowly slid it inside her gown from the top. He moved it to the side and touched her left boob. She was still asleep. He started pressing it mildly. I could see the happiness on his face. I went to the opposite side of the bed. My cock wanted me to get in the action. I too put my hand inside her gown and took hold of her right boob. They were so soft and handful. There is no better feeling than touching a boob for the first time. I pressed it mildly. She started moaning,
"Ahh! Ahh!"
We squeezed them harder. I took hold of her nipple and started rolling it. They had become hard as a rock. Sara's face was filled with ecstasy.
"AHH! AHH! Fuck me Kartik"
She was imagining a famous actor. They had surely banged each other in the past. Neeraj already had a boner in his pants. We felt every corner of her boobs. We kept squeezing her boobs for a long time. I wanted to fuck her so bad but I controlled myself. In some time, she had stopped moaning and gone off to sleep.
I got a call from the nurse's station which brought me back to reality. Neeraj also stopped, seeing her fall asleep. We adjusted her gown. I left the room and Neeraj resumed his patient sitting.
