Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
"Um..."
"It's a scientific observation, mind you."
I know I should stay in character, but I'm unable to prevent my lips from twitching.
That line was definitely something only someone as gullible as Temptation would accept.
"I hope I haven't made you uncomfortable."
"Oh no, Doctor." My voice comes out all soft and whispery.
"I'm glad to hear that."
I don't have a chance to answer, with Dr. Somebody catching me unaware as he presses the cold, smooth chest piece against the sensitive flesh of my left tit.
Oh God.
"Now..."
His voice is suddenly firm, and a sexy little shiver runs down my spine.
"Can you take a deep breath for me?"
On one hand: I'm seriously impressed at how he's playing his role to the hilt.
On the other, though: I see what you're doing, Dr. Somebody.
I totally see it, and...
Inhale. Exhale.
I love it.
"Again."
I inhale and exhale, but as my chest rises and falls, I also make a conscious effort this time to give my tits a little...bounce.
It's instantly effective, with Dr. Somebody dropping an 'F bomb' under his breath.
"Is something wrong, Doctor?"
I see him drop his stethoscope back on the tray in the corner of my eye.
"Your heartbeat appears regular..."
The sudden thickness of his voice makes my toes curl.
"But there are a couple of tests I'd still like to do, if you'd permit me?"
"What kind of tests?"
"Your tits are vulnerable to the same set of symptoms you've suffered from in the past."
"Oh no." It almost feels sinfully fun to just act really dumb like this.
"I'll need to examine your tits with my bare hands, so I can check for any irregularities."
His bare hands?
I am so down for that.
"May I begin?"
All I can do is nod, but when several moments pass, and nothing still happens—-
Has he changed his mind for some reason?
Should I be worried—-
Oh.
The sounds that follow make me realize he's peeling his gloves off, and before I can even draw my next breath, I feel his large bare hands brush against my skin—-
Oh God.
My bra is gone in a flash.
Aaaah.
I suddenly remember wondering about whether his hands were big enough to swallow my tits——
Yeees.
And they are.
They so are, and I just love how those big, big hands of his are now kneading and squeezing my breasts with such consistency.
"This type of motion is what allows me to familiarize myself with the shape and form of your tits."
He delivers the words like he's lecturing me, and I would've laughed if I weren't so busy trying to keep myself from moaning out loud.
"And when I start squeezing them harder like this..."
Oh God.
"It helps me detect any irregular masses."
My tits are aching like they've never ached before. Can this squeezing please go on forever?
"And as for these..."
He suddenly captures both of my pouting nipples between his fingers, and I give up trying to be silent.
"Doctor!"
I moan the word out loud, but this only makes him pinch my nipples again and again and again. "Oh God, Doctor, please!"
"Have you ever tried pinching them on your own?"
I start to shake my head when I remember he can't see me, and so I end up choking out 'no', since it's impossible to speak clearly with Dr. Somebody now furiously rubbing my nipples between his fingers.
"That's too bad," he murmurs. "This is actually another clinically proven way to self-medicate when you're feeling the usual discomfort."
A whimper is the only response I can give him, with the way he's now plucking my nipples like they're the sweetest fruits to plunder.
"I still have one last test to perform."
There's more?
Seriously?
But...what else is there left to do?
I feel like he's already done every—-oooooooooh.
I nearly lose my grip on the hem of my hospital gown the moment his lips close over my nipple.
Oh God.
I actually forgot he could do something like this, and aaaaaaaaah.
He's started suckling on my nipple, and it feels so unbelievably good.
Yes, oh God, yes.
I have no idea what this test is meant to find out, but I really don't care if he isn't able to come up with a proper alibi for it.
All I want is for him to keep sucking and sucking and sucking—-
Nooooo!
Why has the suckling suddenly stopped?
"D-Doctor?"
"I'm afraid there's bad news."
Bad news?
"Your vulva has suddenly started leaking."
Oh my God.
His hands are suddenly covering mine, and he guides my hands down until my hospital gown is bunched around my waist, and my dazed gaze ends up clashing with his.
Oh.
I'm briefly disappointed to see that he's remembered to put his mask back, but I forget all about this when I hear his next words.
"I'll need you to lie back...so I can see what's wrong."
My heart threatens to jump out of my chest at what he's asking of me.
"I tend to be rather thorough when examining a patient's vulva, and there's a strong possibility that you might experience some soreness between your legs afterwards."
I know he's basically telling me that this is my last chance to back out, but...