The Horny Perverted Female Doctor Of Lust

The Conservative Wallflower and her first appointment with the horny female gynecologist, who was a gynecologist and does not miss any holes to examine her properly. Squirting cunts and stretched asses are guaranteed with this gynecologist. An absolute top story that can hardly be surpassed in horniness and perversion

It was about 4:00 in the morning when the alarm rattled and took me out of the low blow. My hand fumbled around on the bedside table and fumbled for the switch-off button. Completely dizzy and still drowsy, I staggered towards the bathroom and set the shower to a comfortable temperature. I laid out a towel and pulled down my nightgown. Carefully I climbed into the shower tray and closed the door. As if in the nth, the water awakened my spirits and filled me with new life. My hands made it a habit every day to inspect my most sensitive parts for the most accurate. Tenderly, they moved from one place to the other with the shower gel and made sure that a pleasant feeling flowed through my body. I loved to massage the monsoon for several minutes, giving me the feeling that men were not able to do with me.

Today was the day I had to go to the women’s doctor

The bathroom was fogged with water vapor like every morning and could be compared to a sauna. I slipped into my bathrobe and moved to the kitchen to prepare my morning coffee. Somewhat apathetically I looked out the window and watched the hectic bustle on the street. Women and men said goodbye to each other and threw themselves sometimes tender and sometimes fleeting goodbye kisses. My God, I was already 42 years old and still looking for the right one. I did not have any k … and no significant vices that would get in my way and yet it should not work out somehow. My relationships have always been short-lived and from the sexual side, I never had the desire to try myself. It was a procedure that made me just go through it without feeling the slightest bit at all. In this regard, I was the absolute innocence of the country and had probably this, thanks to my strict and Catholic parents. I drank my coffee and hiked back to the bathroom to make up for the day. After the steam had died down, I could also see the mirror again, on which hung a small yellow piece of paper. – gynecologist – was on it and reminded me of my first appointment with my gynecologist. I pulled a tight skirt in the size. 36 and a white blouse with a stand-up collar. I formed my hair into a bun and attached it with hundreds of needles. Finally, the black horn-rimmed glasses came on the nose, which should complete my appearance. About 40 minutes later, I was ready to start my commute.

My gynecologist changed my life through her examination

For 20 years I worked in a library as an accountant with mediocre income. I had a small office available there that made me feel as comfortable as possible. It was like every morning the same process, the porter nodded stealthily to me and my colleagues talked excited about the family, men and exciting experiences. I seldom participated in these discussions because I had neither friends, let alone exciting adventures. I focused on my work and did tons of files to sort out. I looked at the clock and calculated the remaining time until my appointment. I should not be at the gynecologist until 7:00 pm, which left me plenty of time to do some errands.

The streets were dominated by the rush hour traffic and a progress was only possible at walking pace. After a coffee in the shopping arcade, I went to see the woman doctor. A buzzer opened the door for me and let me into the stairwell. Practice signs showed me the way and led me to the second floor. I anxiously pushed open the only ajar door and softly said hello. A young woman behind the counter looked over at me and said annoyed: What can I do for her? “Um, I have an appointment and — Please fill in the health insurance card and fill out this slip with the medical assistant. Completely frightened and unsettled, I fulfilled the tasks assigned to me and was sent to the waiting room. I counted 17 chairs and on the white walls hung Vorsorgeplakate. I was able to see the counter from my seat and watched as the rude person put on her coat and said goodbye until morning. The door slammed shut and fell silent. A dead silence filled the practice, which was disturbed by steps shortly afterwards. A woman doctor around 50 years came to me in the waiting room and looked at me friendly. Hello, are you Mrs. Wildau? Yes, I nodded hesitantly and stood up. She gave me a friendly hand and led me into the examination room. As she sat down, she asked me very intimate questions, stressing that this was very important for the medical record. The woman doctor asked me about the last sexual intercourse, about illnesses and my period periods. My shame drove the blush into my face, so I started stammering at my answers. About half as bad, the woman doctor tried to reassure me and got up from her desk. She asked me to get my upper body free and to sit on the stretcher. Frantically, I fumbled at the buttons to push them through the small fabric slots.

My female gynecologist showed me places on my body that I did not even know

I put the bra over the clothes rack and turned around with my hands over my chest. The woman doctor smiled gently and gently pushed my hands down. Very slowly she brought her hands to my chest and exerted a light but pleasant pressure. She felt each breast off with great feeling and looked deep into my eyes. An extreme heat spread in my head and I felt my nipples hardening and getting bigger and bigger. Her warm palms wiped several times over my nipples and an indescribably beautiful feeling flowed through me, which I did not know so far. The request to expose me now also down below, interrupted my not expected emotional blessing and let me think clearly again. Completely naked, I should now sit down on the designated gynecological chair of the women’s doctor and stay as relaxed as possible. The embarrassment rose immensely and my heart was racing. The woman doctor spread my legs and let the chair go up a bit. I could see my strong excited breasts and how my hairy pubic temple began to pulsate. An incredible panic started to cling to me as I felt something cold and slippery enter me. A hoarse Ahhhhhh slipped over my lips and I desperately sought the eyes of the woman’s doctor. She smiled at me and whispered, “I should close my eyes.” I dropped my head back and surrendered to my fateful investigation. I felt her fingers in my cunt as she disappeared one after the other in my hairy hole while examining with the other hand, my virgin ass. Her gloves slid ever deeper into my ass and drove me into a slow horny rhythm that gave me magical twitching all over my body. The steady movements seemed to want to drive me crazy and awakened an unprecedented lust in me. Then she pressed her face into my wet crack and her tongue exerted a wonderful pressure that made me groan loudly. I could feel her greedy tongue deep in my cunt and watched the female gynecologist while she sipped my juice from my hot, wet cunt. It was an incredible experience for me and it should continue for hours. It was not until well past midnight that we collapsed exhausted, and my wife and I agreed to continue this type of investigation weekly.