Pulse Point: The Surgeon's Touch

The scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the air, mingling with the nervous sweat clinging to Jasmine’s skin. She’d been anticipating this annual gynecologist appointment for weeks, a strange mix of dread and anticipation swirling within her. It wasn’t just the physical examination she dreaded; it was the inevitable exposure, the vulnerability of being so intimately scrutinized. But tonight, a different kind of desire simmered beneath the surface, a primal urge she’d been trying to suppress for far too long. The thought of Dr. Gavin Johnson, with his sharp intellect and captivating gaze, had begun to consume her thoughts.

As she settled onto the cold examination table, the plush gown felt like a stifling shroud. The rhythmic hum of the fluorescent lights above seemed to amplify her anxiety. Dr. Johnson entered, his movements precise and confident, a stark contrast to her own turbulent emotions. His scrubs clung to his lean frame, highlighting the sculpted muscles of his chest and arms. The professional detachment in his eyes, however, did little to quell the heat rising within her.

“I see you’re here for your physical, Jasmine,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. “Any specific concerns today?”

She swallowed, forcing herself to meet his gaze. “Just the usual,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper. “Making sure everything’s okay.”

His smile widened slightly, a hint of something darker lurking beneath the surface. “Let’s begin the exam. Go ahead and lie back for me.”

As he adjusted his position, Jasmine’s breath hitched. The air grew thick with anticipation. His hands hovered over her, a silent prelude to the inevitable touch. They descended, gentle yet firm, molding themselves against the soft curve of her breast. The sensation was electrifying, igniting a fire in her core.

“You have beautiful breasts,” he murmured, his thumbs tracing the sensitive skin of her nipples. “You like that?”

Her lips parted involuntarily, a whimper escaping her throat. “Oh yes,” she managed to breathe, her body arching slightly off the table, seeking a deeper connection.

His thumbs continued their slow, deliberate dance, pinching just enough to make her gasp. The heat intensified, radiating through her entire being. He leaned down, his breath warm against her skin, and his mouth closed around her nipple. Jasmine moaned, her hips rising involuntarily in response to the escalating pleasure. The world narrowed, focusing solely on the exquisite sensation of his lips on her flesh.

With a wet pop, he pulled back, leaving her nipple glistening with moisture. He reached into the pocket of his scrubs and withdrew a pair of clamps, the cold metal a stark contrast to the burning desire that consumed her. She watched, mesmerized, as he meticulously positioned them against her right nipple, rolling it until it stiffened under his touch. The pain was sharp, immediate, but it quickly dissolved into an intoxicating pleasure. He repeated the process on her left breast, the rhythmic pressure a hypnotic rhythm.

“How’s that feeling?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement.

“Oh, so good,” she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation. Her nipples hardened further, throbbing with the escalating arousal. She could feel her own wetness pooling between her thighs, a silent invitation.

“Now, for the vaginal exam,” he announced, his voice smooth and confident. He moved to the end of the table, his hands sliding up the inside of her thighs. Instead of reaching for a speculum, he traced the outer lips of her vulva, sending shivers of pleasure through her. Jasmine squirmed, her hips jerking upward in response to his deliberate touch.

His fingers found her clitoris, swollen and throbbing, and he circled it slowly, teasing her with the anticipation of what was to come. She squirmed, her breath catching in her throat. He slid two fingers lower, pressing against her entrance, and she let out a moan of pure pleasure. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, as her juices flooded her body, coating his fingertips with a glistening sheen.

“Mmmm, yes,” he murmured, “You’re so wet for me, Jasmine.”

She couldn’t answer, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her orgasm built, her body coiling tighter with each stroke of his fingers. She could feel her own wetness pooling between her thighs, a silent invitation. The world faded away, replaced by the pure, unadulterated pleasure of the moment.

“OH MY GOD!” she cried out, her back arching off the table as her climax ripped through her, her walls milking his cock. Her pussy clenched around him, her thighs shaking, her entire body seized by her release.

Before she could recover, Dr. Johnson knelt at the end of the table, his hands gripping her hips, spreading her wider. His tongue was on her, licking up the length of her pussy before zeroing in on her clitoris. Jasmine moaned, her hands grabbing his head, her fingers tangling in his hair.

She pressed him against her, grinding her pussy against his mouth as he devoured her. His tongue was flicking, sucking, and lapping at her, exploring every inch of her pleasure. His lips sealed around her clitoris, his tongue working in fast circles, and then—

“OH, FUCK!” she screamed, her body convulsing as her second climax tore through her, her walls milking his cock. Her juices flooded his mouth as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

He withdrew his cock, tucking himself back into his scrubs while Jasmine lay there spent. The scent of antiseptic seemed less potent now, replaced by the lingering scent of her own arousal.

“Thank you, Dr. Johnson,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. He leaned down, pressing a kiss on her forehead before stepping back.

“It’s my pleasure, Mrs. Johnson,” he replied, his eyes lingering on her for a moment before he left the exam room. As the door closed behind him, Jasmine realized that this annual gynecologist appointment had been far more than just a physical examination; it had been a brutal, exquisite encounter that left her both exhausted and utterly satisfied. She knew, with absolute certainty, that she would be scheduling another appointment soon. The desire, once contained, now burned with an uncontrollable intensity. The doctor's touch had unlocked something primal within her, and she couldn’t wait to experience it again.

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