I'm new to writing stories, please let me know what you think. This is (very loosely) based on a true story
The sterile scent of antiseptic did nothing to cool the flush creeping up Nicole’s neck. Sitting on the edge of the examination table, the crinkle of the sanitary paper beneath her felt loud, a sharp contrast to the quiet hum of the clinic. At six months pregnant, her body felt hyper-sensitive, a tight coil of constant, buzzing energy. The books called it "increased blood flow," but Nicole knew the truth: her hormones had put her libido on a permanent, agonising overdrive. When the door clicked open, Dr. Mike walked in, charting tablet in hand. Nicole swallowed hard, her pulse immediately quickening. He was a magnificent specimen of a man, easily over 6ft, with broad, powerful shoulders that stretched the fabric of his dark blue scrubs. He was a deep-toned Black man with a sharp, neatly trimmed jawline and eyes that radiated a calm, professional warmth. But as he set the tablet down, Nicole’s eyes locked onto his hands. They were massive, thick-fingered, and strong, yet he moved them with an undeniable, practised gentleness. Her mind immediately went to a dark, wicked place. She had never been with a black man before, but the curiosity had lingered in the back of her mind for years. Now, fuelled by a relentless surge of pregnancy hormones, her imagination ran wild. Looking at those huge hands, she couldn't help but wonder about the anatomy hidden beneath his medical scrubs. She imagined a heavy, thick length, dark and commanding, and a sudden, sharp ache blossomed between her thighs, leaving her instantly damp.
"Good morning, Nicole," Mike said, his voice a deep, soothing baritone that vibrated right through her chest. "How have you been feeling since our last check-in? Any discomfort or unusual tension?"
"A lot of tension," Nicole managed to say, her voice a little breathier than she intended. She forced a polite smile. "But the baby is moving a lot."
"That's exactly what we want to hear," Mike smiled, checking her vitals. Every time his large, warm hand brushed against her skin to check her pulse or blood pressure, a spark shot straight to her core. He stepped back and gestured toward the back of the room.
"Alright, let's get you ready for the pelvic exam to make sure everything is progressing smoothly," Mike said, his tone purely professional, though his eyes lingered on her flushed face for just a fraction of a second. "Go ahead behind the curtain, slip off your trousers and underwear, and lay back on the medical bed with your feet placed firmly in the stirrups. I'll give you a moment."
As the curtain slid shut, Nicole's heart hammered against her ribs. Her hands shook slightly as she unbuttoned her trousers, the anticipation of those large, capable hands touching her making her dizzy with desire. The slide of her cotton underwear down her legs confirmed what she already felt, the fabric was entirely ruined, soaked through with a thick, slick heat. Nicole’s breath hitched as she climbed onto the high examination bed. She slid her hips down to the edge and lifted her legs, settling her heels securely into the cold metal stirrups. Lying there, completely exposed from the waist down, a wave of raw vulnerability and intense arousal washed over her. The position was clinical, yet in her hyper-sexualised state, it felt entirely provocative. This was the perfect position to be taken. She closed her eyes for a brief second, imagining Dr. Mike walking around that curtain, discarding his scrubs, and burying his massive, hard dick deep inside her swollen, aching heat. "I'm ready, Dr. Mike," she called out, her voice trembling slightly.
The curtain swept back, and Mike stepped into the cubicle. His expression remained entirely professional, but his dark eyes swept over her parted thighs, taking in the glistening wetness that she couldn't possibly hide. He snapped on a pair of latex gloves, the sharp sound echoing in the small space, and pulled his rolling stool between her legs. "Alright, Nicole, just try to relax for me. You’re going to feel my hands now," he said, his deep baritone grounding yet incredibly stimulating. He parted her outer lips with his large, gloved fingers. The contrast of the cool latex against her burning, sensitive skin made her hips give a tiny, involuntary twitch. Mike applied a generous amount of clear, warm lubrication to his fingers and slid them gently inside her to check her cervix. The sensation of his thick fingers stretching her, filling the void that had been aching for months, was too much for her overloaded senses. As his thumb accidently brushed against her hyper-sensitive clitoris, a jolt of pure electricity shot straight to her womb. An unmistakable, deeply sexual moan escaped her lips, echoing loudly in the quiet room. Nicole’s eyes snapped open, her cheeks immediately burning red. She clapped a hand over her mouth, mortified by her own lack of control. "Oh my god...Dr.Mike, I am so, so sorry," she stammered, her heart hammering in her chest. "I didn't mean to...my hormones are just completely out of control lately." Mike stopped his movements for a moment, his large hands remaining resting gently against her inner thighs. He looked up at her, his face calm and entirely unbothered, though a low, knowing warmth seemed to flicker in his eyes. "There is absolutely no need to apologise, Nicole," Mike said softly, his voice dropping an octave, sending a fresh shiver down her spine. "Pregnancy changes a woman's body in many ways, and increased sensitivity is entirely natural. It isn't an issue at all. Just breathe."
Mike’s fingers continued their slow, deliberate movements inside her, assessing her cervical dilation with practised ease. Yet, the atmosphere in the small cubicle had shifted, the air felt heavier, thick with an unspoken tension that the air conditioning couldn't cool. "Since your body is experiencing this level of sensitivity, Nicole, I need to ask you a few routine questions about your current lifestyle," Mike said, his voice smooth and steady as he kept his eyes focused on his work. "How is your sex life at the moment? When was the last time you had intercourse?" Nicole swallowed hard, her hips rolling slightly against his hand despite her best efforts to stay still. "I...I haven't had sex in six months, Doctor," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "Since right before I found out I was pregnant." Mike paused for a fraction of a second, his large fingers flexing slightly inside her warm, slick depths. He looked up, his dark eyes locking onto hers with a serious, clinical gravity that felt intensely intimate. "Six months is a long time, especially with the hormonal shifts you are undergoing," Mike murmured. "The body craves release, Nicole. High levels of unaddressed sexual frustration lead to elevated cortisol and physical stress, which really isn't ideal for the baby's development. A relaxed mother means a healthy pregnancy." He adjusted his position on the stool, pressing a fraction deeper. "Do you masturbate to relieve that tension?" Nicole’s face flared crimson. She shifted uncomfortably in the stirrups. "I...try sometimes. But honestly, it feels awkward with the belly now, and I just can't seem to get comfortable or find the right angle. It usually just leaves me more frustrated." Mike nodded slowly, a look of professional understanding crossing his features, though his touch remained deeply stimulating as he stroked the sensitive inner walls of her vagina. He slid his fingers out, the wet latex making a soft, squelching sound that made Nicole ache. He didn't pull away. Instead, he rested his large, warm hands flat against the inside of her trembling thighs, looking right at her. "We need to lower those stress levels, Nicole," Mike said, his deep baritone dropping to a quiet, commanding rumble that seemed to vibrate straight to her core. "As your physician, my priority is the well-being of both you and your child. If you are having trouble managing this tension on your own...would you like me to help you reach an orgasm, purely for the health of your baby?" Nicole’s heart gave a violent thud against her ribs. For a fraction of a second, the sheer audacity of his offer left her breathless, her mind spinning. But the intense ache between her legs, coupled with the imagery of this massive, powerful man taking charge, completely overrode any hesitation. "Yes! Please," she blurted out, the words escaping her lips before she could stop them. Realising just how incredibly desperate and eager she sounded, she instantly felt a wave of self-consciousness. She took a sharp breath, gripping the edges of the medical bed, and tried to compose herself. She cleared her throat, forcing a more measured, dignified tone. "I mean...yes, Dr. Mike. If you think it's truly what's best to reduce the stress on the baby, then...I agree. It's strictly for the health of the pregnancy." Mike’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. The warmth in his dark eyes told her he knew exactly what she was feeling, but he played along with the clinical justification flawlessly. "Exactly, Nicole," he murmured, his deep voice thick with a sudden, heavy sensuality. "It is entirely a matter of maternal health. Let's get that tension taken care of."
He shifted his weight on the stool, moving closer until his broad chest was nearly hovering over her knees. He applied another slick layer of gel to his gloved hand. When he slid his finger back inside her this time, any illusion of a routine medical exam completely vanished. His touch was no longer clinical, hurried, or purely diagnostic. It was deeply, unashamedly sensual. His thick finger slid all the way into her tight, soaking depths, curling slightly to hook against her sensitive front wall, while his thumb found her engorged clitoris, applying a firm, rhythmic pressure that made Nicole’s hips immediately arch off the bed. The rhythm Mike established was agonisingly perfect. With one hand framing her thigh for leverage, his other hand worked with masterful precision. His thick, gloved finger slid deeply inside her slick pussy, while the thumb of his other hand began to trace deliberate, heavy circles directly over her swollen clitoris. "Ah...oh god, Mike..." Nicole cried out, her head tossing back against the thin pillow. The clinical title slipped away, completely forgotten as the intense pleasure consumed her. Her inner walls clamped tightly around his finger, pulsing with every touch. Sensing her body beginning to open up and loosen under his touch, Mike smoothly slid a second finger inside her. The added thickness stretched her beautifully, filling her aching void in a way that made her whimper. He picked up the pace, his fingers curling inward to stroke her G-spot while his thumb maintained a relentless, friction-filled pressure on her clit. The pleasure built like a tidal wave, amplified tenfold by her raging pregnancy hormones. Her breath came in ragged, shallow gasps as her hips began to roll helplessly against his hands, chasing the peak. "Mike, I'm...I'm going to..." Before she could finish the sentence, her body coiled tight and snapped. Nicole arched her back completely off the bed, her toes curling in the stirrups as a massive, shattering orgasm ripped through her. A heavy gush of clear, fluid erupted from her, squirting fiercely across his gloved hands and wrist. She gasped for air, her vision blurring as wave after wave of intense contractions throbbed through her pelvis, leaving her completely breathless and trembling.
As the euphoria slowly began to recede, reality crashed back into the room. The sudden silence of the clinic felt deafening. Nicole opened her eyes and looked down, instantly freezing with embarrassment. Her fluid was smeared across Mike's latex gloves, dripping slightly onto the paper lining of the table. She swallowed hard, her face burning. "I...oh my god, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to make a mess..." Mike, however, didn't blink. With absolute composure, he pulled his hands away, snapped the soiled latex gloves off his hands, and tossed them directly into the biohazard bin. His expression smoothed back into the exact clinical mask he had worn when he first walked into the room. "There is absolutely no need to apologize, Nicole. It's a completely normal physiological response," Mike said, his voice entirely professional, devoid of the heavy sensuality from just moments before. He pulled a fresh box of tissues from the counter and placed them within her reach. "The examination is now complete. I'll step out to let you clean up and get changed. Just meet me at my desk when you're ready to schedule your next appointment." With a polite nod, he swept the curtain open and stepped out of the cubicle, leaving Nicole alone to process the sudden return to reality.
Nicole’s hands were still trembling slightly as she wiped herself down and pulled her trousers back on. Her damp underwear was balled up securely in her purse, a secret souvenir of what had just transpired. When she stepped out to Mike’s desk, he was already typing notes into his computer, looking every bit the respectable, clinical professional. He looked up, his expression neutral and welcoming. "Alright, Nicole," he said, his deep voice smooth and matter-of-fact. "Everything looks perfectly healthy with the tracking. We’ll want to see you back in four weeks for your seven-month check-up."
"Thank you, Doctor," Nicole managed to say, her face warming up again as she scheduled the date with the receptionist. She could barely look him in the eye, still mortified by the mess she had made, yet a thrilling current of exhilaration hummed beneath her skin all the way during her drive home.