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The private clinic smelled of sterile antiseptic and expensive leather. You’d been coming here for months now, always requesting Dr. Nanami Kento specifically. He never questioned why your “check-ups” had become so frequent.
The examination room door opened and he stepped inside, white coat immaculate over a crisp black shirt, tie perfectly knotted. His golden eyes flicked over your chart, then settled on you with that calm, piercing gaze.
“Strip to your underwear and sit on the table,” he said without preamble, voice low and clinical. “We’ll be doing a full physical today.”
Your heart hammered as you obeyed, folding your clothes neatly like he preferred. When you sat down, the paper liner crinkled loudly beneath your bare thighs. Nanami washed his hands slowly, then snapped on a pair of black nitrile gloves, the sharp sound sending heat straight between your legs.
He started with the basics—blood pressure, temperature—but his touch was heavier than necessary. The stethoscope was ice-cold when he pressed it to your chest.
“Breathe in… hold… again.” Each command was quiet, authoritative. The metal disc dragged lower, brushing over your nipples until they stiffened painfully. “Your heart is racing. Are you anxious, or is something else affecting you?”
“Something else,” you whispered.
A faint smirk tugged at his lips. “Honest patient. Good.”
He set the stethoscope aside and picked up an otoscope, tilting your chin up with two gloved fingers. While he examined your ears, his other hand rested possessively on your thigh, thumb stroking the sensitive skin just under the hem of your panties.
“Turn around. Hands on the table, knees apart.”
You assumed the position, ass slightly raised. Nanami stepped behind you, gloved hands smoothing up the backs of your thighs before pulling your panties down to mid-thigh. Cool air hit your exposed pussy and you shivered.
“Arch your back more.” His palm pressed between your shoulder blades, forcing the curve deeper. “I need to check your reflexes and muscle tone.”
Two fingers traced your spine, then lower, spreading you open with clinical detachment. A single gloved fingertip circled your entrance, collecting the slick already dripping down your thighs.
“Highly responsive,” he murmured, almost to himself. “You’re soaked, and I’ve barely touched you.”
He slid one thick finger inside without warning, slow and deep, curling it against your front wall. Your moan echoed in the quiet room.
“Quiet,” he warned, adding a second finger. “This is a medical examination. Control yourself.”
But his fingers pumped steadily, scissoring, stretching you while his thumb found your clit and rubbed firm, practiced circles. The wet sounds were obscene.
When you started trembling, he withdrew completely. You whimpered at the loss.
“Not yet.” He reached for the rolling tray and picked up a clear speculum. “I need a better look inside.”
He warmed it between his palms first—always the professional—then coated it generously with lube. One large hand gripped your hip to keep you still as the cool metal pressed against your entrance and slowly slid in. The stretch made you gasp.
“Relax,” Nanami ordered, voice rougher now. He clicked it open, spreading you wide. “Perfect. Such a healthy, pretty cunt. Look at how well you’re taking it.”
He kept you like that for a long moment, gloved fingers tracing your stretched folds, occasionally flicking your swollen clit. Then he leaned in, breath hot against your skin, and dragged his tongue slowly over your exposed clit.
You nearly collapsed.
“Doctor—!”
“Stay still.” He licked you again, slow and deliberate, tasting you while the speculum held you open for him. “This is part of the thorough exam. I need to check your sensitivity levels.”
His tongue worked you mercilessly—long, flat strokes followed by tight circles—until your thighs shook and your moans turned into broken pleas. Only then did he remove the speculum, setting it aside with a soft clink.
He stood, towering over you, and unzipped his slacks. His cock was hard, thick, and already leaking.
“Final part of today’s exam,” he said, rolling a fresh glove onto one hand while stroking himself with the other. “I’m going to test your depth and endurance. You will take every inch like a good patient.”
He lined up and pushed inside in one slow, relentless thrust, filling you completely. The stretch burned so perfectly you cried out. Nanami groaned low in his throat, gloved hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks.
“Fuck… so tight,” he breathed, breaking character for just a second. Then the cool, professional tone returned. “Breathe through it. That’s it. Taking your doctor so well.”
He started thrusting—deep, measured strokes that made the table creak. One gloved hand reached around to rub your clit in tight circles while the other pressed down on your lower back, keeping you arched perfectly for him.
“Come for me,” he commanded, voice strained. “I want to feel this pussy clench around my cock during the examination.”
The pleasure coiled tight and snapped. You came hard, muffling your scream against your arm as your walls pulsed around him. Nanami followed moments later, burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a low, guttural groan.
He stayed buried for a long moment, breathing heavily, before slowly pulling out. His cum dripped down your thighs as he gently removed your panties the rest of the way and cleaned you with a warm cloth.
“Excellent response,” he murmured, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to the back of your neck. “Schedule your follow-up for next week. I’ll need to run more… intensive tests.”
You smiled breathlessly against the paper liner.
“Yes, Doctor.”