Anna entered the gynecologist's office and sat nervously on the edge of the examination table. She was twenty-eight, but she always felt awkward at such appointments. Dr. Sergei, a tall, broad-shouldered man of about forty, locked the door and smiled calmly. "Undress completely, Anna, and lie down. Put your feet in the stirrups. Today is a full examination." She obediently removed her dress and panties and lay down, spreading her legs. The cold metal of the stirrups bit into her skin. Sergey put on gloves, but within a minute she felt his fingers not just examining, but roughly spreading her labia. "Mmm... clean pussy," he muttered under his breath. "And the cervix... go deeper." Anna flinched when, without warning, he inserted two fingers up to her knuckles and began to move them sharply inside. "Doctor... this is too much!" she squeaked. Sergei grinned, taking off his gloves. — Too much? For you, bitch, nothing has begun yet. He unbuttoned his r... continue reading

Friday. On the way home from the supermarket, as usual, I stopped by my old friend Sylvia. Sylvia, a bright brunette, with curvy figures and a rather narrow waist, is a gynecologist, 36 years old woman. The white robe hugged her huge full breasts, the nipples of which stuck out under the fabric. Sylvia rarely wore bras and once admitted to me that she enjoyed having her nipples rub against the rough fabric of her robe. We had been chatting for half an hour, but there were still no visitors. Finally, there was a knock on the door.

Sylvia put on a gauze mask.

"Yes Yes".

A young girl of about eighteen or nineteen appeared at the door. The thin dress hugged her small, but firm and protruding breasts.

“Come in, don’t be shy,” said Sylvia. "What are you complaining about?"

“I’m fine,” the girl answered and then blurted out...

“My hymen has burst, and I need a certificate stating that I am a girl. I have a very strict dad. And I’m going to get married... Here... I will pay you as... continue reading