Impregnating the Doctor

 

By Jay Lucas

 

ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Impregnation sex story

 

Opening a private practice was something Dr. Samantha Harris wanted to do, but the cost always discouraged her from doing it. The price of leasing a building was enough to deplete her meager savings and then there was the cost of getting the equipment that would be needed. Staffing the one doctor practice would not be bad, but Samantha knew that it was years away before she could scrounge enough money while still paying off her student loans at the same time. She just turned twenty-eight and knew there was time before she should consider pushing for her own practice.

 

Samantha loved being a doctor and smiled when she thought about completing her lifelong passion. Even though she had to work in a practice that she didn't own, she knew she was still a doctor helping people. It was not the only practice in the town, but it was the largest one with five other doctors there. There was a level of autonomy that she enjoyed as it did feel like she was her own practice within a practice. The county was not large, and she figured she would move to a more populated one when she was ready to strike out on her own.

 

It was late and her mind was drifting to just getting home and cuddling up in bed with her cat and watching the Vampire Diaries. The dating scene was not kind to her as she hated the dating apps that were out there fearing that it would be a patient she would see later. The small-town vibe made her second guess just randomly dating guys on local sites too.

 

Deep down she knew that it was more than just the privacy thing, but the rejection that could happen with meeting a person. Not being pretty in school haunted her and even with her weight loss, she still had the sense she was ugly. She still had the big black rimmed glasses and gave up on thinking she could go without them. The only thing she knew was that she could shop in normal clothes stores wearing normal sizes now, but she still felt overweight.

 

Walking to her car she passed on eating fast food, thinking about her body if she would get fat again. She still had hips like a normal woman should have and some meat on her butt that just wouldn't go away. She was in the normal weight range for her five-foot six height but the sense of gaining weight made her drive right by and skip out on eating any fast food. Her boobs were on the big side with a D Cup, but she liked them, and her belly was flat; it just didn't show her rib cage flat. Her long light brown hair was in a ponytail as usual and she just figured she would keep it that way and watch her romantic show imaging a hot guy taking her as she always wanted.

 

The next morning, she was at work in her office with her hair the same way it was the last ten years of her life, just tied up behind her not caring about vanity while at work. The white coat hid her lack of fashion, and she knew she just didn't care that much about it. Her purse collection was as far she would go for being in style. The blouse she had under her coat was stained and she didn't care to worry as the lab coat hid everything, including her lack of fashion.

 

Exam room five and six were her rooms to have patients and Nancy was her only nurse that worked directly for her. All the other staff members that were not nurses worked in billing and reception. All the other doctors had their private nurse and Nancy was hers. She was older and was a former school nurse. The school district would send players to her practice just because she still had connections with the school.

Samantha walked into room five and looked up from the chart to see a young man sitting on the exam table waiting for her. He put his phone down as she saw his striking blue eyes just connect with hers. He was the prototypical football player teenager she felt when she saw him. He was tall but not too tall. His shoulders bulged out his shirts and his dirty blond hair was stylishly done. His striking jawline and facial features were like a model looking at a camera.

 

In her heart she knew he was the guy she would have a crush on at school and look at him from afar knowing he was out of her league. The memories of the hot guys from her past came back to her right then and there as she looked at this young man thinking he had to be the school hunk.

 

She looked at the chart and saw that he was there for a physical to return to playing football. He just had his eighteenth birthday and was not considered pediatric anymore and was seeing her instead of one of the child doctors in the building. He had a knee injury over the summer and needed to have a normal physical done before playing again. She closed the door smiling at him; thinking that she just needed to do some routine stuff and that it shouldn't be more than ten minutes.

 

"Hi, I am Dr. Harris. Jake right...you just need a physical done today, right?" she asked smiling at him, thinking that he looked like male model to her.

 

He smiled back and nodded. "Yeah, Doc. I had dislocated my knee before the summer, and I missed the regular physicals."

 

"Okay, sure. I am just going to check your breathing and then we can do the rest after that," Samantha responded thinking that a normal school physical required a hernia test, and she was going to have to check his genitals for that.

 

A wave of warmth washed over her as she thought about having this hot boy's penis out in front of her. Her doctor's voice came screaming at her as she put the chart on the counter. "He is a patient and you have seen hundreds of penises before. Get a hold of yourself Samantha, you're a doctor."

 

Her mind taking over and putting her own thoughts aside, she knew she was a professional. He lifted his shirt up as she had her stethoscope in her hand. The bottom of his abdomen was showing, and her eyes saw that he had a well-sculpted body. He was not flexing, but she could see the six pack abs clearly too. She listened to his heart and thought that this hot young man probably was dating the hottest girl in the school too.

 

She asked the routine questions about his surgery and then went as far as asking if he was going to college. She listened to him say that he was being recruited by a few Ivy League schools too. She was not interested in sports and knew nothing about football other than the injuries but knew that the colleges looking at him were considerably some of the best in the nation too. Samantha knew that he had to be great at football if those schools wanted him.

 

Thinking back to her own time in high school, Samantha knew he was the type of boy that she would fawn over and ultimately reject her if she even whispered that she liked him. Her memory of being rejected twice came to her as did the hot crush she had that laughed when he found out she liked him. All the emotions of past boys she liked and was rejected by socially came back the moment she saw the bottom of his stomach revealing his chiseled muscles.

 

"Okay, deep breathes now," she told him, holding back the emotions and focusing on being an adult that didn't have to deal with these problems.

 

His breathing sounded normal, and she got up knowing the next part was a bit awkward. When she did physicals on students, there was always a nurse in the room watching, but Jake was eighteen and an adult now even though he was still in high school. She still decided to make sure if he would be comfortable with Nancy in the room just to be safe.

 

Being calm about this as it was not a big concern, but she still felt like being cautious. "I have to give you a hernia check. Would you like a nurse to come in when I do it?"

 

His face contorted like it would be a bother for another person to be in the room. "No...that's okay."

 

It was an offer and Samantha knew that she didn't have to offer but was okay with the answer. She turned her back to get the gloves and he put down his phone and reached for his belt buckle. The sound of the latex gloves on her hands filled her ears and then was replaced with his belt being undone. She looked at the exam table quickly to see his phone was on still and he just sent out a text to his friend Jessie. She looked closer and read the message. "The hot dr is going to touch my junk now."

 

Her heart sank and then sped up like she was speeding and about to get pulled over. The message was stuck in her head as she thought about it. He wrote hot Dr. and not just Dr. or old Dr. He specifically used the word hot and nothing else to describe her. She figured he had to be the cutest guy at his school and good looking enough to get any girl he so desired and now he called her hot.

 

It was a compliment, and she could feel her sex twinge and get a bit moist from just the thought that this hot looking kid or adult now that he was eighteen was thinking she was hot. He didn't use good looking but the word hot as she felt it was the best thing she ever read about herself. The ecstatic feeling reassuring her body image was like a shot of pure heaven and the thought she was worth a man looking at felt new and exciting.

 

The smile on her face came and she knew she needed to be professional. She got the other glove on and then moved the stool to sit on as his pants were down in front of her. She saw his naked legs and then sat down to see his manhood before her. It was not like other penises she saw but the same as well. There was nothing wrong with it medically but she knew that he was well equipped for any task put before him. It was about six inches long, uncut and flaccid with only a light covering of pubic hair. His testicles looked large but not too large and had less pubic hair on them as if he recently shaved and was letting it grow back.

 

She reached and cupped his heavy balls feeling the elastic of skin of it, knowing her hand held something she loved on a man. There was no helping it as she felt her sex get wet when she knew it shouldn't since this was a medical exam and not a sexual thing. The urge was there as she held his balls, feeling that she was touching a hot guy's balls in her hands and that this doesn't happen often and should be remembered later when she would be touching herself.

 

He had no hernia and she let her eyes drift to the tip of his male spear thinking that he really did have a good-looking penis when it came to all of the ones she saw before. The creeping sexual thoughts she knew were coming to her was like a storm cloud that couldn't be stopped. The professional side of her was fighting the good fight, but she slipped for a moment and imaged his thick cock plunder her pussy and ravaging her.

 

I need to stop this: I need to stop this being played in my head like a broken record. Never before did she think about a patient sexually and now, she could not stop feeling the sexual lust deep in her. The wet feeling in her panties confirmed her deep dark thought about him and what was worse is she knew it was bad but liked that it was bad too.

 

Samantha turned one step, removing her gloves and looked at the bin instead of him as a way to refocus herself. In a routine line of questioning, she would get a medical history and she then slipped realizing it was just a physical, but she already let it escape. "Are you sexually active?"