A visit to the gynecologist

Violetta Alekseyevna was a fifty-three-year-old woman with a strong character and a well-developed sense of self-worth. She had been the hospital's chief physician for over ten years and was highly respected by her colleagues and patients. She had been married for many years and had an adult son who had long since moved on with his own life. Violetta was a woman of strict principles and strict rules. She always maintained strict discipline and expected the same from others. She was an intelligent, educated, and successful woman who knew what she wanted in life and how to achieve it. But despite her strict character and high standards, Violetta also had a secret that no one knew, not even her husband. She experienced unusual arousal when visiting the gynecologist. Moreover, she did so more often than was necessary. Unlike many of her colleagues, she preferred to undergo examinations not at the hospital outpatient clinic, but at a private clinic where a male gynecologist worked. Igor Anatolyevich, as he was called, was a forty-year-old gynecologist. He was an imposing man. Tall and broad-shouldered, he exuded confidence and authority, simultaneously commanding and slightly intimidating. His dark hair was always neatly styled, and his piercing blue eyes, under thick brows, gave him a determined, almost uncompromising appearance. His hands, large and strong, testified to his physical strength, with long, dexterous fingers capable of both gentleness and firmness when the situation demanded. His body was muscular and defined, the result of years of training and an active lifestyle. Igor Anatolyevich was known for his no-nonsense approach, both in and out of the clinic. He was demanding, sometimes even rude. He exuded an aura of strength and confidence, born of his years of experience and a deep understanding of the human body. Violetta enjoyed examinations with this gynecologist and was aroused by his rude and unceremonious behavior during examinations. She always felt a little nervous and awkward before visiting Igor Anatolyevich, like a schoolgirl undergoing such a procedure for the first time. She loved the unceremonious way he acted during the examination, roughly ordering her to remove her panties and lie down on the chair. His fingers and broad palms felt so strong and powerful as he inserted them into her vagina during the examination. It aroused her, and she couldn't deny that it made her feel sexually aroused. Igor seemed to understand this and wasn't shy about exploiting it. He often made comments about her vagina, saying it was very sensitive or very wet. He also didn't hesitate to tell her she was a very sexy woman and that he enjoyed examining her. This only increased Violetta Alekseyevna's arousal, and she often left the clinic with wet panties and a flushed face. She couldn't explain why exactly this aroused her, but the fact remained: she experienced genuine arousal when the doctor's rough hands touched her most intimate part. She felt weak and vulnerable, lying in the gynecological chair, her legs spread wide on the stools, under the piercing gaze of the gynecologist, Igor Anatolyevich, under the gaze of a young, sexy man. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't deny that she enjoyed the arousal. She knew it was just a gynecological exam, perhaps an unconventional one, but she couldn't deny that she felt sexually aroused during it. And she knew that Igor was the only one who could make her so aroused. Igor was well aware of her peculiarity and always treated it with understanding. He was one of the few who knew about Violetta's secret fantasies and didn't judge them. On the contrary, he always tried to make her feel comfortable and get maximum pleasure, both from the procedure and from himself. Violetta had been married for over twenty years. Her husband was a good man, but over time their marriage had become more like a habit than passionate love. They lived together, shared household chores and chores, but their sex life had long since petered out. Violetta couldn't remember the last time she'd felt genuine desire and pleasure from intimacy with her husband. Therefore, gynecological examinations became for her not only a medical procedure, but also the only source of sexual satisfaction. Today, Violetta spent the morning preparing for her gynecologist appointment. She had an appointment for a specific time, and while she had time, she went through the necessary procedures. It was a kind of ritual of freshness and cleanliness. She shaved her legs and pubic area, leaving not a single hair, paying special attention to her genital area. Then she took a shower, letting the warm water cascade over her body as she washed herself thoroughly, imagining the doctor's hands touching her. Then, after drying herself with a terry towel, she applied a softening cream to her skin, wanting it to be smooth and silky. Afterward, she headed to the lingerie closet to choose some beautiful and sexy lingerie. She put on black lace panties and a matching bra, wanting to feel sexy and confident. Then she slipped on sheer black stockings with wide lace bands that hugged her thighs. When she visited her gynecologist, Igor Anatolyevich, she always wore only stockings and no tights, because she knew that particular piece of lingerie was extremely arousing to him. Violetta then donned a formal dark burgundy suit, consisting of a skirt, jacket, and a white, sheer blouse, and completed the look with high heels. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and was quite pleased. She looked great for her age and knew that all these efforts were for him, for Igor, and this thought filled her body with trepidation. Violetta's husband, Oleg, was waiting for her in the hall. He had the day off and volunteered to accompany his wife to the clinic and drive her there. When she came out of the room towards him, he gave her an appraising look. "You look good," he said. Violetta smiled. - Well, am I ready? Oleg stood up and nodded, following her to the car. They arrived at a private clinic, he parked in the parking lot next to it, and they entered the building. After registering, Violetta sat down on a large leather sofa in the foyer next to her husband and waited for her invitation. She was overcome with a mixture of excitement and trepidation that she could barely conceal. “Darling, I’m so excited, it’s like it’s the first time,” she whispered to her husband, feeling the heat of anticipation spread between her legs. The husband carefully placed his hand on her hand and stroked it tenderly. “Calm down, darling, everything will be fine,” he took a magazine from the coffee table and began to leaf through it. “If only he knew what I’m going through right now, and how my vagina is trembling with desire,” Violetta thought. “Yes, everything will be fine,” she answered. Her thoughts were focused on the young doctor who would examine her so intimately, and what would happen next remained a mystery to her. Finally, she was invited in, Violetta stood up, took a deep breath to calm herself down, looked at her husband again and, smiling at him, headed into the office, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. As she entered the office, she saw the doctor washing his hands at the sink. He turned to her, and she felt her heart skip a beat. “Hello, Violetta Alekseevna,” the doctor said in a soft and warm voice, his gaze sliding over her figure, examining her from head to toe, “I’m glad to see you, come in.” Violetta smiled as she walked into the office, closing the door behind her and trying to hide her excitement. “Hello, Igor Anatolyevich,” she said, “Thank you.” "So, Violetta Alekseevna," he said, "what brings you to me today? What's bothering you?" Violetta took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. “Everything is fine, Igor Anatolyevich,” she said, “I just came for a routine check-up.” Igor smiled a sensual smile that sent shivers down Violetta's spine. "Okay, I'll examine you now. Please proceed to the examination room," he said, gesturing where she should go. "Strip to the waist and lie down on the examination chair. I'll be right there with you." Violetta nodded and headed into the examination room, her heart beating faster and faster. Feeling a thrill of anticipation, she removed her jacket, skirt, panties, and shoes, leaving her in stockings, blouse, and bra. Her heart pounding, she climbed onto the examination chair. She knew the examination would include not only a gynecological exam but also more intimate procedures, and she was prepared. She trusted Dr. Igor Anatolyevich and knew he would do everything to make her feel comfortable and happy. He entered the room, his gaze slid over her body, lingering on her breasts and hips. He smiled at her, his eyes sparkling. “Well, Violetta Alekseevna, let’s see how you’re doing,” he said, approaching her and putting on his gloves. Violetta swallowed nervously, feeling a slight tension throughout her body. "Tell me, when was your last period?" he asked, looking at her intently. “It was about two weeks ago,” she replied, feeling his fingers touching her. He ran his hands over her body, touching her chest, stomach, hips, causing waves of excitement. "Okay, I see you're in good shape. But let's make sure everything's okay. Please raise your feet and place them on the footrests." Violetta felt a little vulnerable as she lifted her legs and opened herself up to the doctor. He gently but confidently spread her legs wider, exposing her most intimate area, and began to examine her. “Let’s see what we have here,” he said, examining her outer labia, running his fingers over them, feeling their softness and smoothness. He then gently parted them, revealing the labia minora and clitoris. Violetta felt a wave of excitement. Her pink flesh glistened with moisture. "Your lips are in excellent condition," he said in a low, husky voice. "They are soft, smooth, and very responsive." Violetta merely shook her head, her body already trembling with desire. Igor began exploring her further. He gently parted the velvety folds of her labia minora, opening her vagina, and unceremoniously thrust his strong, firm index finger inside, feeling its tight, wet warmth. Violetta shuddered with surprise, which was pleasant to her. “You’re very tense, Violetta Alekseevna,” Igor said, starting to slowly move his finger inside her. “You need to try to relax.” He placed the palm of his other hand on her stomach, just above her pubic area, and inserted another finger, the middle one, into her vagina. Now the doctor's two hard fingers were buried inside Violetta's vagina. She took a deep breath and tried to relax, but her body was tense with excitement. “Oh, Igor Anatolyevich,” Violetta moaned, unable to hold back her moan, “It’s so nice.” "I see," Igor said, smiling, "you're very sensitive today. So tight and so responsive. I can feel your muscles squeezing around my fingers. It's like a vice." Violetta only moaned quietly in response, her body already burning with desire. The man's strong fingers moved in and out, and his thumb occasionally touched her clitoris, sending her impulses of pleasure. “You have a very pronounced G-spot,” he said, pressing his fingers against the sensitive spot inside her. “And you’re very sensitive here too,” he added, circling her clitoris with his thumb. “I can feel you pulsating with desire.” Igor Anatolyevich's fingers darted inside the hot, wet vagina, sliding along its inner walls and touching the elastic uterus. When he inserted his entire large hand into Violetta's vagina, she gasped at the sensation, her hips lifting off the chair as she felt such intense filling. “How are you feeling, Violetta Alekseevna?” he asked in a quiet, calm voice. He looked at her flushed face, looked into her eyes and began to move his hand, feeling how her body reacted. Violetta was already balancing on the brink of ecstasy. “Very good, Doctor,” she said, breathless with excitement. Igor felt her approaching orgasm, her breathing becoming ragged. He quickened his pace, his hand moving faster and harder. “I’m going to cum,” Violetta whispered. "Come for me, Violetta," he whispered in a quiet, commanding voice, switching to a familiar tone. "Let me feel your body shudder with pleasure. Let me feel your orgasm pulsate." At these words, Violetta's body shuddered with pleasure. Her vaginal muscles clenched around the doctor's hand, her body trembled, and orgasm washed over her in waves. Igor continued to move his hand, prolonging her pleasure while the spasms of release continued. Violetta moaned and writhed in the chair until the waves of orgasm began to subside. Finally, as her body began to freeze, the doctor slowly pulled his hand out, a satisfied smile on his face. “There you go,” he said in a soft voice, “This is just what the doctor ordered, right?” “Yes, Igor Anatolyevich,” Violetta answered with satisfaction and smiled. Her body was still shaking with pleasure. Igor Anatolyevich took off his rubber gloves, reached for a towel and began to dry his hands, and Violetta slowly sat up in the chair, still feeling the tingling sensation from the remnants of her orgasm. “Thank you, Doctor,” she said in a quiet, breathless voice, “That was incredible.” Igor smiled, meeting her gaze. “Please, Violetta,” he said, “Such a beautiful woman can’t help but thank you.” “You flatter me, Igor Anatolyevich,” Violetta said embarrassedly. - I'm telling the pure truth. “Okay, I’ll believe you,” she said. “Can I get dressed and go?” Violetta looked at the doctor. “No, no, we’re not finished yet, darling,” he said, “I need to relieve some tension too, and I want you to help me with that.” "What do you want me to do?" she asked in a barely audible whisper, also switching to the informal "you." "A blowjob first," he said in a low, commanding voice. He began to unbuckle his belt. The thought of pleasuring the young, domineering doctor made Violetta shudder. She reached over and unbuttoned his pants, then pulled them down to his mid-thighs, revealing his hard, throbbing member. It was thick and long, with prominent veins all along its length, the head already slick with precum and glistening lusciously. “Take it in your mouth,” Igor said in a firm voice, “Make me feel good.” Violetta leaned forward and took the head of his penis into her mouth, licking it with her tongue. She tasted the salty-sweet pre-cum and moaned, taking him deeper into her mouth, feeling him press against her throat. "Deeper," the doctor demanded, "All the way to the end, Violetta. All the way to the balls." The doctor's hand rested on her head, gently pressing it closer to her groin. Violetta obediently took his cock even deeper, feeling it pulsate in her throat. Her tongue slid along the shaft in her mouth, and her fingers grasped and began to knead his swollen balls. “Yes, that’s exactly it,” the doctor groaned. Violetta felt his body tense, his breathing quicken as she brought him closer to climax. But just as he was about to cum, the doctor pulled away abruptly and his penis slipped out of her mouth. "Not yet," he said in a firm voice, "I want to enter you, Violetta. I want to enter your vagina from behind." Violetta could only nod, her body already aching with anticipation. She climbed onto the chair and got into a knee-elbow position, lifting her butt. “That’s it,” Igor said with satisfaction, looking at the view that opened up before him. He ran his hands over her round buttocks, squeezing them gently. “You’re so perfect in this position, Violetta,” he said in a quiet, approving voice, “So seductive.” Violetta felt awkward in this position. She had even refused to have sex with her husband in this position, but now, trying to please the doctor, she allowed him everything. She shuddered as she felt his hard cock slide along her slit, pressing against her clitoris, and then slowly enter her vagina, completely filling it. She felt his strong hands squeeze her buttocks. “I feel good, doctor,” Violetta moaned, her body already burning with pleasure. Igor began to move with quick and sharp thrusts, pulling her towards him. "Squeeze your thighs," he ordered demandingly, "Squeeze my cock." Violetta squeezed her legs tightly, squeezing the doctor's penis with her breathing vagina. “Yes, that’s it, good,” Igor said through ragged breathing, feeling the pleasant friction in the woman’s narrowed vagina. His thrusts were agonizing, his groin hitting Violetta's buttocks as he fucked her again and again. Violetta felt her orgasm building, her vaginal muscles clenching around his penis, and waves of pleasure washing over her one after another. She was at the peak of voluptuousness when the doctor pulled his penis from her vagina. “I’ll cum in your anus,” he croaked as the ecstasy overwhelmed him. “Yes, doctor,” Violetta moaned, her body on the verge of orgasm. As the doctor's penis pierced her sphincter and entered her rectum, Violetta moaned and spasmed convulsively in release. Through her orgasm, she felt the doctor's quick, sharp thrusts, his fingers digging into her buttocks, holding her in place, and she knew he, too, was about to cum. Igor's drawn-out groan filled the examination room as he reached orgasm. His cock throbbed as he came, filling her anus with hot, sticky sperm. Violetta felt him pulsing inside her, and she, too, was still shaking with pleasure. Finally, when their bodies calmed down, Igor slowly pulled out of her with a satisfied expression on his face. “Excellent,” he said in a soft, gentle voice. “Yes, it was... incredible,” Violetta said, turning over in her chair. “Thank you, doctor.” “For your pleasure, Violetta,” Igor said. He took the towel and handed it to Violetta. - Wipe my penis. Violetta took a towel and wiped the doctor's wet penis. "Violetta Alekseevna, our time for today is up," he said, buttoning his trousers and returning to his usual professional tone. "Get dressed, and you'll need to come back for a follow-up appointment." "When should I come to you, Igor Anatolyevich?" Violetta asked. — Will you be able to come at the end of this week, say, on Friday, at the same time? Violetta nodded, already looking forward to the next session. “Yes, doctor, I can,” she said, starting to get dressed. - Now I will write you a ticket and I will wait for you. He left the examination room, went to the table and wrote out a ticket indicating the date and time. “You know, Igor Anatolyevich,” said Violetta, getting dressed and approaching his desk for a ticket, “There is one small detail.” - What exactly? He looked at her carefully. “We’re talking about my husband, he’s waiting for me in the foyer now,” said Violetta, looking guiltily at the doctor. “Do I need to tell him something about my return visit to you so that he doesn’t suspect anything?!” Igor Anatolyevich thought for a moment and then nodded. "Tell him I've discovered a benign tumor on your cervix, and it requires further examination and treatment. It may take a long time, but it's important to get it done immediately. This will explain all your future visits to me." Violetta nodded approvingly, grateful for the wonderful occasion. - Good idea, doctor. Thank you. Igor Anatolyevich smiled, meeting her gaze. — I think so. Now go, your husband is waiting. “See you later, Igor Anatolyevich,” said Violetta, heading towards the exit. - See you soon, Violetta Alekseevna. He watched as she walked out of his office with a proud posture, her hips swaying seductively and the heels of her shoes clicking on the floor. When she walked out into the foyer to see her husband, her heart was still pounding from their meeting, and her flushed face still reflected the lingering excitement. Oleg stood up and stepped towards her, noticing her agitation, and a shadow of worry flashed across his face. “Are you okay, dear?” he asked with a note of concern in his voice. Violetta took a deep breath and nodded. "I don't know yet," she replied. "The doctor found some kind of tumor on my cervix and wants to run some more tests. I'll need to come back here at the end of the week; he's already scheduled an appointment for me." Her husband's face showed even greater concern. “Of course, dear, you must do what the doctor prescribed,” Oleg said. “He said that it may require long-term treatment, and it may take a long time,” Violetta said, “And the main thing is that it needs to be dealt with immediately, before everything can reach a critical stage.” "Darling, we absolutely mustn't put anything off," Oleg said. "Let them take tests, examine you, and treat you as long as necessary. Don't worry, everything will be fine. Now let's go home." Violetta nodded. Her husband took her hand and led her to the car. As they drove home, Violetta's thoughts were elsewhere: she was thinking about the doctor and their sexual intimacy. She could still feel his touch, could still feel him inside her. And she was already looking forward to their next meeting. When they entered the house, Violetta's husband looked at her with a serious expression on his face. — Darling, I want you to promise me that you will follow all the doctor’s orders. Okay? Violetta nodded. - Okay, darling. I promise! She couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation building inside her. After changing into a robe, she went to the bathroom to take a shower. “He has no idea that this ‘treatment’ will be much more pleasant than he imagines,” she thought with a smile. With these thoughts in mind, she turned on the water and stood under the cool, refreshing streams.