Doctor Sex Collection: 3 Stories Anal Virgin Breeding Multiple Partners Medical Erotica

By Kelly Stanton

3 hot, very naughty erotic stories of doctors FILLING their patients without protection.

 

Stories included:

1. Breeding His Virgin Patient

2. Spreading Their Virgin Patient

3. My Doctor Didn't Pull Out

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kelly Stanton
• Release date: Apr 27, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223702245

Book preview

Chapter 1    

"But I’m not sick." Janet groaned at her boyfriend. 

Jeff let out a long, weary sigh, and planted a soft hand on Janet’s skinny shoulder. 

"Sweetheart, sometimes we have to go to the doctor for checkups... It’s not always about being sick. You should know this by now. I want to take care of you and make sure you’re in good health."

Do I look unhealthy?

No, but things can go unnoticed.

"God, you’re such a hypochondriac. Always worried about your own health, and now you’re taking out your paranoia on me." 

God, you’re being a jerk, aren’t you?

Janet slammed her fist against the table and rolled her eyes, huffing and puffing as she picked up her phone and thumbed through it, and began to rant about how she could have any guy she wanted, and she just so happened to be nice enough to pick Jeff. 

Hey – I’m being so patient with you, he said with annoyance. You never take my advice on anything, and you never want to do anything I want. We’ve been going out for weeks now and you still haven’t slept with me. I’m trying to be a good guy, but I’ve got a girlfriend who says she doesn’t want to fuck.

"Fine. I’ll go. I was just supposed to meet my friends for coffee. Janet and my friend Trish were going to have a little party after the baseball game. But fine, Jeff. I’ll go to the Doctor and get my checkup. Oh, and you think I’m avoiding sex with you for some bad reason? I told you I want to simply wait for the right time. I don’t want to rush into anything... I never did it before, you know that." 

"Good. That’s all I ask of you. You should still have time for the party. I reminded you of this appointment yesterday. You’ve known about it for weeks. Janet, with the healthy weekly allowance we give you that that allows you more than a few shopping sprees I think you can just cut me some slack and take my advice sometimes. I’m your boyfriend, and I love you. Please." 

It was true. Janet was unemployed and her boyfriend Jeff gave her an allowance – and a large one, at that. He had money, and she loved him for it (and his cute looks, as well).

Janet rolled her eyes and twisted her lips into the biggest bitch face she possibly could. She was a brat; always had been, but her mood swings had gotten even worse. She wanted to do what she wanted to do, and she was used to always getting precisely what she wanted. 

"Yes, Jeff. I’ll go. Can we change the topic of conversation now?" She flashed a toothy grin, showcasing her bright white bleached teeth. 

Alright. I’m assuming you don’t remember how to get to their office? It’s Dr. Peterson off of exit 8, 243665 Seplacalico Rd., suite 7. 

"Yeah, I remember from last year. So, I seriously have to quit watching my TV show and go now?" 

Considering that your appointment is at three, yes, you need to leave now. Give me a break Janet, you’re wearing me down considerably. Time to act like the adult you are, okay? 

Janet huffed and kicked the edge of the table as she stood up from her boyfriend’s twenty thousand dollar couch. She rolled her eyes once more, this time holding them in place as long as she could to ensure that her boyfriend (who she still hadn’t fucked) noticed her disgust and anger. Little did the brat know that she was about to learn a nice, long, and hard lesson at Dr. Peterson’s office. 

"Okay, bye." She grabbed her purse and slammed the front door. 

Christ... Jeff whispered to himself as he cupped his face in his shaky hands. 

Janet hopped into her brand new sports car which had been purchased by her boyfriend for her nineteenth birthday. It had been custom painted by Southern California’s most expensive car detailer; a bright neon pink, with matte black wheels and custom racing tires. With Janet at the wheel, it was unquestionably the most dangerous vehicle in all of the West Coast.

She swerved in and out of traffic as she careened her way onto the highway, merging in front of cars and darting from lane to lane as she topped speeds upwards of ninety five miles per hour on the busy and jam packed freeway. Needless to say, she made it to the Doctor’s office