5-Star Doctor

Anonymous said: Hey JJ, can you write me a story about a woman who goes to the doctor for a routine checkup but ends up having sex with her new doctor. Make the doctor named Dr. Richards and the woman named Shelly. She should be around age 30 and the doctor in his forties. Please and thank you!

Jennifer Johnson said: Absolutely! Everyone loves a hot doctor story, including me.

5-Star Doctor

I woke up alone, like every other day for the past five years. I was too busy for a relationship, and my last one ended badly. Being bisexual was difficult. I wasn't the type to come out of my shell in front of strangers, making it hard to meet someone in my everyday life. I had friends I barely saw, and my ex-girlfriend Marlene hadn't tried to contact me in years. I was still hung up on her to the point where it was embarrassing how long I'd been grieving her absence.

"I'm leaving!" I called to my dog, Henry. He was a small, black mutt with two white spots on his chest. He was Marlene's dog, but he'd been with me since Marlene left.

I headed to the subway station for my dreaded doctor's appointment. Dr. Richards came highly recommended on multiple doctor-rating sites. In fact, I averaged his scores across sites, and he had the highest ratings of all doctors in the area. Well, at least for general practitioners. It was a new year, and I resolved to finally get the checkup I'd put off for five years. I had no idea this appointment would be a significant turning point in my life.

It didn't take long to fill out the paperwork and pay my co-pay, and I was only in the waiting room for a few minutes before I heard my name.

"Shelly Bausher!" the nurse called from the doorway. I got up and headed down the hall with her, where she took my vitals, and then I waited in the exam room for the doctor. I waited less than five minutes before the door opened, and Dr. Richards appeared.

"Shelly?" he asked.

"Yes, hi!" I extended my hand to shake his.

"I'm Dr. Richards. It's nice to meet you. I see you're a new patient. Thank you for choosing me. Where did you hear about my practice?"

I would have answered, but I felt frozen and couldn't speak. Dr. Richards was having quite an effect on me. Despite his 5-star reviews on almost every rating site I could find, there were no pictures of him online. If I had known how handsome he was, I would have put on some makeup and done my hair. He was tall with broad shoulders and Middle Eastern. He wore a white lab coat, but I could see the top of a dress shirt and tie peeking out from underneath. He had a robust and regal nose and deep-set brown eyes. His skin was a cool shade of brown, and his hair was black and wavy. I was dumbstruck by his smile.

"Let me guess," he said, trying to help me. He was probably used to women losing their minds in his presence. "You found me on Yelp, didn't you?"

"No." I managed to say.

"Rate My Physician?"

"Yes!"

"Oh, okay. Thanks. I just like to know where people are coming from. I appreciate you letting me know. So, you're here for a checkup?"

I nodded.

"Okay, I'm going to order some labs and blood work since you indicated on your paperwork it's been a while since your last doctor visit. Who was your last general practitioner?"

I regained some of my composure and squeaked out an answer, "Dr. Avery, he was my doctor growing up."

"Well, you certainly look more than grown up," Dr. Richards said, his eyes panning over my physique. "Come sit up here," he patted the crinkly paper covering the exam table, and I climbed up next to him and allowed him to check my ears and eyes and listen to my heart.

"Everything seems great so far, Shelly. Are you sleeping well? Do you have any concerns you'd like me to look into?"

"No. I feel healthy. I wanted to get a checkup to make sure everything is okay. It's my New Year's resolution."

"Good for you for following through. I'll be right back with the lab orders for you. I have to print them out."

"Okay," I agreed, knowing I probably wouldn't get the labs done. I knew I was okay. I didn't need some blood test to tell me so.

"Okay, Shelly," Dr. Richards returned to the room with two lab orders, which he handed me and explained. I couldn't help but notice how his shoulder touched my arm as he leaned over and pointed to the paperwork. The fresh scent of his cologne stirred something in me, something emotional.

My sexuality had been dormant for so long that it felt strange to have sexual feelings for someone other than Marlene. Marlene would not have approved of my crush on Dr. Richards. I knew that she wasn't into men. In fact, that was a big reason we broke up. She wanted to be with another lesbian, and it didn't matter to her that I didn't want men if I had her. She would have been angry at me for thinking Dr. Richards was hot, for wanting to kiss him, and for daydreaming about what his cock would feel like between my legs.

"Do you have any questions?" Dr. Richards asked.

"Yes. Are you married?" I wanted to slap myself as soon as the words came out of my mouth. I hadn't been paying attention to what he was saying about the lab paperwork, and the first thing I thought of to say was inappropriate.

"I'm divorced," he admitted, and I noted the change in his tone of voice. Maybe he was interested in me.

"I'm so sorry; I shouldn't have asked that," I apologized, hating myself for letting my libido get the best of me. I wasn't usually like this, but something about Dr. Richards turned me into a brazen, flirty temptress.

"No, no, it's fine. I always get questions like that, but the real question is, why are you asking?" He turned, so our eyes met, and my face felt warm with embarrassment.

"I...I think you're attractive," I stammered.

"Do you?" His eyes narrowed slightly, and he gave me a knowing smirk that told me he was used to being admired by women.

"Yes, you're very attractive," I admitted, expecting him to reject me. He was my new doctor, and I knew doctors weren't allowed to date patients.

"Thank you, Shelly. Can I let you in on a little secret?" he asked, his voice husky.

"Sure."

Dr. Richards leaned in as if he was about to share a secret with me. He brushed my dark hair back behind my ear and whispered, "I think you're beautiful too."

Chills erupted on my neck and continued down my arms until I quivered for him.

"Have you ever been with a doctor?" he asked, and I wondered what he meant by "been with." Was he asking if I'd had sex with any of my doctors or if I'd dated someone who was a doctor? It didn't matter because the answer to both those questions was no.

"No, I haven't, but I've never been attracted to any of my doctors like I am to you," I admitted. I rarely found someone attractive sexually, and when I did, I tried to act on it. I was laying my cards on the table. I had nothing to lose.

"Oh really? Are you prepared to prove it?" he asked, a smile playing on his lips.

"Excuse me?" I asked, shocked at his change in demeanor. He had been entirely professional until I admitted my attraction to him. Now, he was about to make me prove how much I wanted him, and I was starting to freak out. When I'd flirted with him, I had no intention of following through with anything. He was calling my bluff!

"I'm asking if you are prepared to show me how attracted to me you are."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"How about a kiss?"

"Won't you get in trouble for kissing a patient?"

"Not if you don't tell anyone, Shelly. Look, nothing like this has ever happened to me. I've never felt this way about a patient before, but you are beautiful. I can't resist finding out how you feel in my arms and how your lips taste."

"Mmmm..." I responded to his words with my body, pushing my small breasts toward this man I barely knew in hopes that he would understand what I needed and take me right then and there in that exam room.

I was still sitting on the exam table, so he parted my legs slightly and moved, so he was between them, facing me. He was still taller than me, and I saw passion when I looked into his eyes. Time seemed to slow as he leaned in until his lips met mine. The first kiss was a small but meaningful one. His mouth melted into mine, our tongues interlacing, our bodies pressing together.

It had been so long since I'd felt the arms of a man wrapped around me, and a brief flash of Maureen ran through my mind. She wouldn't have liked me kissing my doctor, and something about her disapproval made the moment even better. Dr. Richards's tongue was exploring my mouth with a confidence I wasn't used to from men my age.

"Wait!" he said, pulling away. "Let me lock the door. Give me just a moment." I observed him as he locked the door to the exam room and returned to his spot between my legs. "I think we need to do our exam privately."

"I don't think we need to do any more of the exam," I countered. "I think I'd rather just make out with you."

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked, raising one dark eyebrow as he met my gaze. He looked so utterly delicious, and I couldn't believe how attracted to him I was. He made me so horny by smirking at me with confidence. Guys my age could never pull that off.

"No. I'm single."

Dr. Richards gave me a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. "You're so beautiful."

My heart thumped like crazy. "Thanks."

"I want to do much more than make out with you, Shelly."

I swallowed nervously. My legs shook, making a crinkling sound out of the paper protector beneath me.

"Are you nervous?" he asked gently.

"A little."

"Maybe I can make you feel more comfortable," he said, leaning closer so he could kiss me.

"Mmm..." I moaned into his mouth. His kisses continued to dissolve my uneasiness until I knew I wanted even more than kissing. Still, I couldn't imagine doing that in the exam room.

"Oh, Shelly," Dr. Richards moaned in between kisses. He attempted to slide his fingers down my pants, which were much too tight for that maneuver.

I was panicking as I realized that something beyond kissing was about to happen in the exam room. I pushed away and said, "Wait. We need to stop. We can meet later at my apartment after you get off work. We can't do this here!"

"It's okay. This is my practice. In fact, I should turn the camera for this room off. Hold on." He fished his phone out of a pocket and began tapping the screen.

"Camera? No, no, no! I don't want to be on camera!" I squeaked.

"You won't be! Don't worry. Look, Shelly, I turned off the camera for this exam room," he pointed to a square on the screen that said, "Camera Disabled."

"It's not just that! It's just...I've never had sex anywhere other than a bed. I don't know how it'll work here with no bed."

"Shelly, you really need to live a little! Take off your clothes and put this on."

"Put what on?" I asked

"This." Dr. Richards had already grabbed a paper gown from a drawer and thrust it toward me.

"I thought we weren't doing the exam."

"Oh, we're doing the exam, but it will be the hottest exam you've ever gotten. How about that?"

"Oh, my God! You mean we're going to play doctor?" I was instantly wet thinking about how naughty the idea was.

"Yes, Shelly. We can have some fun. We're both consenting adults, right?"

"We are."

"I'm going to step outside for a moment. I want you to put this gown on, and I'll be back for you. We'll do a little sexy roleplay."

"I've never done anything like this."

"Me neither, but I've always wanted to! I'll be right back, and I hope you're ready."

"Okay!" I agreed, now excited about the situation. I had never done a role play like this before, and my mind was racing with possibilities. The nervousness was still there, but I couldn't be bothered by it now that I was so aroused. Dr. Richards made me horny in ways most men never could. He was too delicious to resist, and I smiled as he winked at me and closed the door.

I shed my clothes quickly and put the paper gown on. I almost left my panties on, but what fun would that be? I managed to get back on the patient bed just in time for Dr. Richards to give a courteous knock on the door.

"All ready?" he called.

"Yes!"

"Okay, I see you're ready for your checkup today. You're a new patient, right?"

"Yes, I am. I want an extremely thorough checkup since I haven't been to the doctor in a long time."

"I can definitely help you with that, Shelly," he said as he glanced down at what I think was my chart. "I need to ask you a few questions."

"Okay," I agreed.

"Are you sexually active?"

"Yes."

"Well, then I think we should do a pelvic exam just to be sure everything looks okay, but first, I want to start by listening to your heart." He grabbed his stethoscope and hooked it into his ears before pressing the metal piece against my back. "Everything sounds absolutely perfect. Come over here and step on the scale for me.

It was odd to step off the exam table and walk onto the scale. Dr. Richards was leaning so close to my neck that I could feel his breath make the tiny hairs stand on end with anticipation.

"Only one-nineteen," he said. "You are underweight for your height. I think you need to eat something."

"I've always been thin," I tried to explain, but I saw the laughter in his eyes, and I knew he was just messing with me. "Oh! Are you trying to say I should eat-" I paused. I didn't want to say it.

"Get on your knees," he commanded. Now, his demeanor shifted to dominance. I was so taken aback that I simply dropped to my knees and awaited his next command. I wasn't nervous anymore. I forgot that we were in a doctor's office or that there were other people, other patients still in the office waiting for Dr. Richards. He was so interested in me that he made all his patients wait. Part of me was flattered, but another part of me was appalled. Was this why doctors always took so long to see their patients. I pondered this as he whipped his thick cock out and stuck it in my face.

"Lick," he commanded, and I was happy that he was the best of his kind. He was the best doctor I'd ever had, and the proof was now pushing deeper into my mouth and attempting to open up my throat. I've never been an expert at blowjobs, and I wasn't confident in my blowjob skills, but I did my best to accommodate his enormous dick. It was the biggest of the men I'd experienced, and I wasn't sure if I could do what he wanted me to. "That's right, Shelly. Open your mouth and let the doctor feed you."

"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" was all I could say, and I wasn't even sure what I was saying anymore. It was like I was drunk off his cock, and I couldn't believe how it was making me feel to serve him. He grabbed my head and pulled my mouth up and down on his dick like I was nothing more than a fuck doll. I didn't know which way was up or down.

I'd never been treated like this by any of my sex partners, but most of them were female, and the few men I'd been with hadn't been dominant to this extreme. I wasn't afraid. I was intrigued by the way he was slamming his cock down my throat until I wretched, spitting him out along with a glob of slobber.

"Good girl. I like how you listen to your doctor. Now I want you to get back on the table and lay back.

"Okay," I said and followed his direction until I stared at the ceiling.

"Now, put your feet in the stirrups," he ordered, and I did as he asked. He had me scoot to the edge of the table so he could look closely at my pussy. "I normally wear gloves during this exam, but I think you deserve no gloves. I want to feel your insides with my fingers before I use other implements."

I wondered what he meant by other implements, but I didn't have much time to think. His fingers were already inside of me, wiggling around. He felt around inside of me, pushing his finger against my walls. He added another finger and moved his fingers inside of me in ways I wasn't expecting. I moaned loudly.

"Shhhh!" Dr. Richards said in a loud whisper, "I know it feels good, but you have to be quiet. There are other patients in here!"

I nodded as he continued to finger fuck me into oblivion. I wanted to scream, but he told me not to, and holding it in was getting harder and harder. I knew I was going to cum, and I knew it would be a big one, but nothing prepared me for the tidal wave of orgasm juice that erupted from within me. I sat up as my orgasm exploded, shooting ejaculate all over Dr. Richards's white lab coat. Dr. Richards smiled and laughed with delight.

"Yeah, cum on my fingers! That's so sexy! I love it!"

He was so happy, and I couldn't help but moan just a little as the last contraction of my orgasm gripped me. As if I'd run several miles, I was out of breath, but I didn't want him to stop. He pulled his fingers out of me and smiled.

"Your vagina looks wonderful. I also tested it to ensure it's working properly, and it looks like you're able to have an orgasm with fingers, but I'd like to see if you can have one with another tool."

"What tool is that?" I asked, knowing perfectly well which tool he was referring to.

"Lay back again for me and find out."

I did as he asked, and I sighed with relief when his cock finally pushed past my pussy lips and into the depths of me. I knew he was big, but he grew even bigger once he was inside me. His dick stretched me out to the point where I felt slightly uncomfortable. This was definitely the biggest cock I'd encountered in my sex life, but I was determined to take it and enjoy it. I deserved it!

"Yes!" I said, my teeth clenched as my pussy began to spasm again. It was hard to have orgasms from a dick fucking me, but something about Dr. Richards's dick was hitting the right spot. Maybe it was the slight curve to the right, or perhaps it was the thickness, but he was hitting me in the perfect place to make me cum. I felt a sharp pain as his cock expanded, hitting something deep. "Ouch!"

"Oh no! Are you okay?"

"Yeah, that hurt a little."

"Okay, let's try something else. Let me put these stirrups down and then you can flip over and bend over the table, okay?"

"Sounds good," I said, flipping over onto my stomach.

"Okay, I got them back in. He gave my ass a few playful slaps before bending down, spreading my ass cheeks apart, and licking me from my pussy to my asshole." Wow, look at this ripe little ass! It looks just like a little peach."

"Oooh!" I shuddered with pleasure.

"Hold your holes open for me," he commanded in his dominant voice.

"What?" I asked

"Like this," he showed me, grabbing my hands and putting them on each of my ass cheeks to pull them apart for him. "Yes, spread that pussy and ass open for me. That's so fucking hot, Shelly. I love your big pussy lips! Look at this little hole. It looks like you're practically a virgin; it's so tight. I can't wait to get my cock inside of you." He made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a growl, and it turned me on.

"Fuck me!" I begged him, unable to wait any longer. I needed him inside me.

"Yes, Shelly. This is all for you!" Dr. Richards filled my pussy from behind with his huge Middle Eastern cock. He started off slowly, working me open until he could go faster. I continued to hold my holes open for him, so he licked his fingers and rubbed his spit on my ass. I never did anal. I'd tried it once, but I wasn't about to let it happen now.

"No! Not my ass!" I cried. "I don't do anal."

"Oh, don't worry. I'm your doctor. I'm here to help. We'll just work on it a little while I fuck your pussy. Let me grab the lube."

"Okay."

I should have known that he would somehow find a way into my ass. He started with his finger coated with lube, and then it became two fingers and then three. The next thing I knew, his cock was pushing into my asshole, and I screamed in pain.

"No! It hurts!"

"Shhhh, Shelly. Don't be scared. This is your doctor. I'm here to heal you and make you feel better. Trust me. I'm not going to hurt you. You just need to relax. Can you do that, Shelly? Let's breathe together. Breathe in... breathe out. Do it with me. That's it! Good girl. See? You're relaxed. You're taking it!"