Samantha knew she should have rescheduled her gynecologist appointment when she started her period, but she was too lazy to do so. Now, here she was, sitting in the sterile doctor's office with her feet in stirrups, and a doctor she's never met before peering up at her. Dr. Santos was attractive, dark and muscular, with a gentle voice and steady hands that made Samantha's heart beat faster.
As she laid there, her body exposed and vulnerable, Dr. Santos began to inspect her vagina. Samantha felt embarrassment flush through her, but Dr. Santos reassured her. "Don't worry, Samantha. This is all routine. I'll make sure to take care of you," he said.
That's when everything changed. Dr. Santos's fingers lingered a little too long on her inner thigh, then grazed against her clit. Samantha gasped and pulled away, but Dr. Santos didn't stop. "Come on, baby. Don't be shy. Let me take care of that pretty little pussy," he murmured, grinning at her from beneath his mask.
Samantha's body hummed with arousal. She wasn't sure what was happening, but she couldn't bring herself to stop it. Dr. Santos's fingers pressed against her clit again, circling it in a way that made her hips buck up. "Fuck, yes," Samantha moaned, helpless to the pleasure coursing through her veins.