Welcome to the story! After a long hiatus, WE ARE BACK! This story is a Hotwife/Stag/Vixen story with Consensual Non-Consent (Rape) and this is all a work of Fiction and no one in the story is real. All characters are over the age of 18. If you are uncomfortable with these themes, please do not read this story. I now have to include this disclaimer because even though I label these stories under the Loving Wives category, I still get ridiculous comments in the comment section. Without further ado...Please enjoy ~~
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The young man stood before the doctor, trembling to unzip his pants before letting them hit the ground and standing naked as the day he was born in front of a complete stranger. His flaccid boyish cock bounced into view of the old doctor who'd seen more dicks than her care to share in his lifetime.
"Mhm, I see," he mumbled as he felt the boy's testicles, feeling for lumps or anything out of the ordinary. The boy's cock began swelling. "Ugh, another virgin. Why do I still do this job.." the doctor thought to himself as he quickly let go and waved the boy away.
"Yeah, yeah. You're good. NEXT!"
As the boy quickly pulled his clothes back on, the doctor flipped through his paperwork signing lines and crossing boxes. He'd been doing this for almost 20 years now and was ready to retire. He was in his early 50's and tired of seeing naked men every minute of every day. Occasionally, he would get a female in and he would take his time with them, but he always had a female assistant watching his every move, so he never did anything too risquΓ©. Today, however, his assistant called in sick at the last minute, leaving him solo. It didn't phase him much, atleast, not until Laura walked into his examination room.
"Name?"
"Laura. Laura Rebel, sir."
The doctor paused mid-page turn and he looked up at the delicate female voice that nearly whispered to him in response. Behind his glasses, his eyes widened as he saw a beautiful, goddess-like woman sit down on his exam table. His lustful eyes looked her up and down as she sat nervously on his cold, leather chair that folded down into a bed. Laura cleared her throat anxiously as the doctor looked back down at her paperwork before adjusting his glasses and scooting closer towards her in his rolling chair. His black slacks and white lab coat swung against the air as he rolled over to her. He rested his hand on her Jean leg and smiled a weird, fake smile.
"You don't have to call me sir, Laura. Ms or Mrs?"
Laura apologized and replied, "Mrs."
The doctor choked and covered it up with a cough. "Mrs?" He thought to himself. "Now who is the lucky man to have scored a beauty like you..."
"Ok, got it. So, Mrs. Rebel, joining the military are we?" The doctor skillfully replied before the silence got awkward.
Laura nodded as she watched him fiddle around with his stethoscope, debating on devious thoughts that were popping into his head. He had a beautiful wife alone in his exam room wearing a black tank top and cute blue jeans to match it. It'd been a long, long while since he had a female in his exam room and especially one still in their early 20's. Most were ogre looking or much older.
"And what makes you wanna do that? You know, there's a lot of men that you'll be around. I see them daily, trust me haha."
Laura ignored his stupid remark. She'd heard it a thousand times and didn't care anymore. Her husband supported her and that's all that mattered.
"I can handle them."
The doctor smiled again and stared into her beautiful blue-green eyes before placing his cold stethoscope against her black tank top. "I'm sure you can. Deep breath please."
Laura inhaled and then exhaled, her chest rising and falling with each breath. The doctor listened to her breathing and heartbeat while also staring at her cleavage that was inches away from his hand. He tucked his salt and pepper hair behind his ears as he touched her back with the scope and listened again.
"Very good. You've got strong lungs."
"Thanks. My husband can attest to that."
The doctor smirked, "Oh, I bet."
Laura blushed, not meaning what the doctor thought, "Oh, I mean like, I'm always yelling at him you know?"
The doctor continued smirking and didn't say a word making Laura nervous. She was getting vibes from him, and she was both curious and enthralled. What exactly was he getting at? Why was he starting to get extra touchy? She could feel him rub her back softly and squeeze her thigh gently before he stood up and locked the door to the room. He then spun around and clasped his hands together.
"Ok. Now for the uncomfortable part. I have to check you for any deformities and lumps. We can start with your chest. Please remove your shirt. I've locked the door so no one walks in and sees you."
Laura nervously nodded and pulled her shirt up and over her head exposing her white bra containing her breasts. The doctor stared intently at her chest and her cute white bra with a little bow in the middle.
"The bra too please." His voice was a little more shaky this time. He was nervous and excited. "Such a young, beautiful girl." He thought to himself.
Laura unclasped her bra and let it slide down and fall into her lap. Her beautiful breasts came into view. Porcelain tits with pink nipples the size of dimes, stunning. The doctor could feel his cock begin to stir to life in his pants. It softly twitched as it began to harden.
"Wow. I do this for a living so please take this as a compliment when I say that you have extremely beautiful breasts."
Laura was shocked he would say something like that, but she blushed regardless.
"T-thank you. My husband thinks so too."
The doctor slid over to Laura and touched her neck, softly pushing on it and checking under her jaw before sliding his fingers down her thin, soft neck and to her defined collar bone. He touched around her collar bone before moving to her shoulders. She could feel him pushing and pulling on her shoulders before he slid lower. His fingers slowly caressed her skin as they felt downwards towards her breasts.
"Gotta check for lumps."