My doctor ate me
A month later, I had a kidney stone removed. She was operated on by three doctors, but two of them caught my attention because they were young and beautiful.
I only got to know what the procedure would be like when I was lying on the operating table, and the nurses were putting two iron supports, just like the gynecologists use, but a little higher. I froze, I got nervous. I imagined three male doctors plus two nurses and an anesthesiologist touching my fully open, exposed vagina.
One of the doctors, the most handsome one, noticed that I was nervous and started playing with me, asking my team if it was the first time I was doing this surgery.....well, he's handsome, cute, sexy even with that horrible apron, but he couldn't calm me down. Then another doctor came, younger, he must be about 24, 25 years old. It's not the way I like pq I prefer the older ones, over 35, but that was a delight.I think because he was a doctor, he knew what I was talking about, gave me security. My arms and my legs were tied to the bed so that I could move. He slowly came to my left side, put his head a little above mine and talked to me. What a stinky man !!! I even thought of kissing him.
The anesthesiologist saw that I was still nervous and immediately tried to put that mask on my nose so I'd pass out.
When I woke up an hour and a half later, they'd finished inserting the probe into my vagina all the way up to my kidney, my legs still wide open, but only the two hot doctors moving around in me, and I felt an unexplainable hard-on, and from that moment on, I was absolutely certain that I was going to hit them together, or one at a time, but this time it was going to be my vagina, not my vagina, and they were going to feel their dick in my vagina squeezing, not their hands, although I love that they're sticking their fingers in.
When I woke up completely, a nurse took me to my room, which was delicious, and bald. I have a crush on bald men, and I never saw those two delicious doctors with great fingers get sucked while a stallion was eating me.
I stayed another day in the hospital, accompanied by my husband, who felt that after the surgery I was strange, too thoughtful, hardly knowing that I could not stop thinking about these doctors.
I thought I'd never see them again unless I could come up with a reason to have the surgery again.
At discharge time, the surprise came: that third doctor I mentioned at the beginning came into the room to release me and said that I would have to go to one of those hot doctors in three days to remove the probe and the catheter. Suddenly my body jumped out of bed with joy, that it hurt inside because of the catheter, that I could hardly move, imagine those jumps. I was thrilled with the opportunity to review, to give up and who knows he realized that I was there to climb nice with him.
Three days later I was there, an hour early. I looked for all the reasons for my husband not to go with me, but all in vain because I could not drive yet. I went all the way thinking that I would fuck the doctor, with my husband there or not, entering the office together or not. I would only leave there after he ate me muuiiittooo, make fun of me to the point of running through my legs, and make fun of him too, who knows until he let out a muffled scream.
Suddenly the disappointment: the receptionist said he wouldn't come because there was an emergency surgery and another doctor would take care of me. Oh, how I hated it! I almost jumped on her neck. I lost my manners and spoke in a louder tone than my usual one and I would only get out if my doctor took care of me because he was the one who did my surgery. She said I had two options, either wait a few days until the appointment was rescheduled, in pain, unable to walk, with a fever, or let another doctor take care of me, take out the catheter and probe. Jeez, I hated the doubt! My husband said he didn't understand my doubt. Of course, the obvious thing would be to let the other doctor take care of me and stop the pain. He didn't know that the problem at that moment was not the pain, but the accumulated desire, so much so that if I went to the doctor with my pain, he wouldn't even give me an inside pleasure.
I took this other doctor to see me, and I walked into the very fucking room.
My God, it was the other new doctor in history, and I sat in the chair, and he locked the door, and I froze, and he was without that ridiculous little apron, and the happiness of a possible transaction was greater, so my wish went from 0 to 100 in two seconds.
He sat in his place, asked me hundreds of questions and told me to sit on the bed. I sat. I was wearing a cap that exposed my breasts completely. He looked at me immobile, but precisely at my breasts and my tauage that I have on my right breast. After this paralysis and without examining me, he told me to lie down. I lay down. He told me to take off my shorts, I took off my shorts, my blouse ... I took off everything right away.
He came in, squeezed my belly, asked if it hurt, took off my panties, and said I was going to feel a tug to pull out the catheter, which was stuck in my groin by a zipper. He let go very carefully, but I saw that he put two fingers inside my tube, which by this time was already soaked. He put it on and stood still, wanting to look at me, but I think it was embarrassed. He gave me a little look that was kind of satisfied, kind of strange. He kept moving his fingers in my super wet tube. I knew he liked it, so he didn't want to take them out anymore. But he took them off, looked at them and put them back on, but this time three at a time. What a delight. His lips bit and he liked it. So he moved my legs down, my head down, looking at the front of the tube and his fingers up, and he forgot to look at me, but he was kind of embarrassed, and he moved me from the bottom of the tube, but it was very painful.
He lowered his head further, I thought he wanted to see how the postoperative was. That's nothing, he stuck his tongue even !!! caracassss, what a moan I gave !!!
He licked, he sucked, he bit my big lips, he stuck five fingers in and he sucked at the same time.
He pulled out the catheter and told me to change my position, laying on the edge of the bed. He sat on the stairs, got more comfortable and sucked moouiiitttooo. I looked at him and he was all sweaty from my milk, dripping out of his mouth. He picked me up and started kissing me. I ended up with my own taste in my mouth. He put a few more fingers in it several times and always pulled it out to suck.
He got up, unzipped, pulled down his pants, came slowly, pulled me in, pulled me in, pulled me in really hard, the way I love it. It hurt, but I didn't even think to ask him to stop. He ate me up like a starving withdrawal. He pulled me in so hard that I started to feel a little pain, but I wanted more. He turned his head back, bit my lips, kissed my mouth, bit me, passed his tongue around my lips................. a buzzing in my mouth, a muffled groan. And so did I.
When I was about to make fun of him, he moaned and moaned and moaned and moaned and moaned and moaned and moaned and moaned and moaned and moaned and moaned and moaned and moaned and moaned and moaned and moaned.
We put on our clothes, he went to the bathroom to wash his face because it looked like I was running on the beach in a 45 degree sun, I sat down in the chair, he prescribed me some medication, he sent me to do some tests and come back for the results. I unlocked the door, I went out very scared, worried if someone in the reception and in the waiting room had noticed something, but luckily not. My husband asked why it took so long, I said he was trying to pull the catheter carefully so it wouldn't hurt too much.
Next week I have an appointment to take the exams. I tried to make an appointment earlier, but there was no vacancy. I told the secretary that since the other one didn't care about me, I want the appointment with the same one that attended me. Although if it's both, better !!!
I only got to know what the procedure would be like when I was lying on the operating table, and the nurses were putting two iron supports, just like the gynecologists use, but a little higher. I froze, I got nervous. I imagined three male doctors plus two nurses and an anesthesiologist touching my fully open, exposed vagina.
One of the doctors, the most handsome one, noticed that I was nervous and started playing with me, asking my team if it was the first time I was doing this surgery.....well, he's handsome, cute, sexy even with that horrible apron, but he couldn't calm me down. Then another doctor came, younger, he must be about 24, 25 years old. It's not the way I like pq I prefer the older ones, over 35, but that was a delight.I think because he was a doctor, he knew what I was talking about, gave me security. My arms and my legs were tied to the bed so that I could move. He slowly came to my left side, put his head a little above mine and talked to me. What a stinky man !!! I even thought of kissing him.
The anesthesiologist saw that I was still nervous and immediately tried to put that mask on my nose so I'd pass out.
When I woke up an hour and a half later, they'd finished inserting the probe into my vagina all the way up to my kidney, my legs still wide open, but only the two hot doctors moving around in me, and I felt an unexplainable hard-on, and from that moment on, I was absolutely certain that I was going to hit them together, or one at a time, but this time it was going to be my vagina, not my vagina, and they were going to feel their dick in my vagina squeezing, not their hands, although I love that they're sticking their fingers in.
When I woke up completely, a nurse took me to my room, which was delicious, and bald. I have a crush on bald men, and I never saw those two delicious doctors with great fingers get sucked while a stallion was eating me.
I stayed another day in the hospital, accompanied by my husband, who felt that after the surgery I was strange, too thoughtful, hardly knowing that I could not stop thinking about these doctors.
I thought I'd never see them again unless I could come up with a reason to have the surgery again.
At discharge time, the surprise came: that third doctor I mentioned at the beginning came into the room to release me and said that I would have to go to one of those hot doctors in three days to remove the probe and the catheter. Suddenly my body jumped out of bed with joy, that it hurt inside because of the catheter, that I could hardly move, imagine those jumps. I was thrilled with the opportunity to review, to give up and who knows he realized that I was there to climb nice with him.
Three days later I was there, an hour early. I looked for all the reasons for my husband not to go with me, but all in vain because I could not drive yet. I went all the way thinking that I would fuck the doctor, with my husband there or not, entering the office together or not. I would only leave there after he ate me muuiiittooo, make fun of me to the point of running through my legs, and make fun of him too, who knows until he let out a muffled scream.
Suddenly the disappointment: the receptionist said he wouldn't come because there was an emergency surgery and another doctor would take care of me. Oh, how I hated it! I almost jumped on her neck. I lost my manners and spoke in a louder tone than my usual one and I would only get out if my doctor took care of me because he was the one who did my surgery. She said I had two options, either wait a few days until the appointment was rescheduled, in pain, unable to walk, with a fever, or let another doctor take care of me, take out the catheter and probe. Jeez, I hated the doubt! My husband said he didn't understand my doubt. Of course, the obvious thing would be to let the other doctor take care of me and stop the pain. He didn't know that the problem at that moment was not the pain, but the accumulated desire, so much so that if I went to the doctor with my pain, he wouldn't even give me an inside pleasure.
I took this other doctor to see me, and I walked into the very fucking room.
My God, it was the other new doctor in history, and I sat in the chair, and he locked the door, and I froze, and he was without that ridiculous little apron, and the happiness of a possible transaction was greater, so my wish went from 0 to 100 in two seconds.
He sat in his place, asked me hundreds of questions and told me to sit on the bed. I sat. I was wearing a cap that exposed my breasts completely. He looked at me immobile, but precisely at my breasts and my tauage that I have on my right breast. After this paralysis and without examining me, he told me to lie down. I lay down. He told me to take off my shorts, I took off my shorts, my blouse ... I took off everything right away.
He came in, squeezed my belly, asked if it hurt, took off my panties, and said I was going to feel a tug to pull out the catheter, which was stuck in my groin by a zipper. He let go very carefully, but I saw that he put two fingers inside my tube, which by this time was already soaked. He put it on and stood still, wanting to look at me, but I think it was embarrassed. He gave me a little look that was kind of satisfied, kind of strange. He kept moving his fingers in my super wet tube. I knew he liked it, so he didn't want to take them out anymore. But he took them off, looked at them and put them back on, but this time three at a time. What a delight. His lips bit and he liked it. So he moved my legs down, my head down, looking at the front of the tube and his fingers up, and he forgot to look at me, but he was kind of embarrassed, and he moved me from the bottom of the tube, but it was very painful.
He lowered his head further, I thought he wanted to see how the postoperative was. That's nothing, he stuck his tongue even !!! caracassss, what a moan I gave !!!
He licked, he sucked, he bit my big lips, he stuck five fingers in and he sucked at the same time.
He pulled out the catheter and told me to change my position, laying on the edge of the bed. He sat on the stairs, got more comfortable and sucked moouiiitttooo. I looked at him and he was all sweaty from my milk, dripping out of his mouth. He picked me up and started kissing me. I ended up with my own taste in my mouth. He put a few more fingers in it several times and always pulled it out to suck.
He got up, unzipped, pulled down his pants, came slowly, pulled me in, pulled me in, pulled me in really hard, the way I love it. It hurt, but I didn't even think to ask him to stop. He ate me up like a starving withdrawal. He pulled me in so hard that I started to feel a little pain, but I wanted more. He turned his head back, bit my lips, kissed my mouth, bit me, passed his tongue around my lips................. a buzzing in my mouth, a muffled groan. And so did I.
When I was about to make fun of him, he moaned and moaned and moaned and moaned and moaned and moaned and moaned and moaned and moaned and moaned and moaned and moaned and moaned and moaned and moaned and moaned.
We put on our clothes, he went to the bathroom to wash his face because it looked like I was running on the beach in a 45 degree sun, I sat down in the chair, he prescribed me some medication, he sent me to do some tests and come back for the results. I unlocked the door, I went out very scared, worried if someone in the reception and in the waiting room had noticed something, but luckily not. My husband asked why it took so long, I said he was trying to pull the catheter carefully so it wouldn't hurt too much.
Next week I have an appointment to take the exams. I tried to make an appointment earlier, but there was no vacancy. I told the secretary that since the other one didn't care about me, I want the appointment with the same one that attended me. Although if it's both, better !!!
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