Doctor rapes bride, pervert doctor

Doctor and Bride
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I'm a part-time photographer, and I'm often asked to shoot weddings. Of course, I always do my best. Hard work always pays off; I bring back not only red envelopes (cash gifts), but also what I want…
Last month, I was invited to shoot another wedding. It was a wealthy family; the groom's family were high-ranking officials, and the bride was a local beauty. Of course, I wouldn't let such an opportunity pass me by. Upon arriving at the bride's house, I busied myself running around, and also took the opportunity to scout out the layout.
The balcony led directly to the living room, and the bride's bedroom was at the very end of the balcony—and even more interestingly, there was a door connecting it to the balcony. To be on the safe side, I first excused myself to go to the bathroom, preparing for a prelude. Wow! Oh my god, I actually found two pairs of women's stockings drying in the bathroom. One pair was flesh-colored silk stockings with lace trim, and the other pair was my favorite white stockings. I quickly and carefully put them away and went back to the living room. The bride was chatting and laughing with her bridesmaids. When she laughed, her beautiful big eyes were very charming. A pair of soft little feet, nestled in red high heels, gleamed alluringly in the midday sun.
I couldn't resist! I rushed to the bathroom, pulled out my already throbbing member, slipped the flesh-colored stocking over it, and gently sucked on the white stocking, imagining the bride's alluring feet. Soon, a thick stream of semen gushed out…
I've had countless stockings and tried various methods to obtain them, but my favorite is getting the bride's wedding stockings after the wedding. Not only do they carry the bride's intoxicating scent, but they're usually quite expensive and of excellent quality.
Excited, I arrived at the wedding venue. So many beautiful women, so many stockings! I felt dizzy, my mouth dry. All I wanted to do was remove every pair of stockings and kiss those alluring, stocking-clad feet. Of course, I focused most of my attention on the bride's beautiful legs. Ah! Today, the beautiful bride wore a pair of white stockings with tiny floral patterns—a rare find! I had to have them! I silently vowed,
but I didn't succeed. What a pity!
Many people might dismiss my job, but it's also something many others envy. Can you guess what it is? — That's right, I'm an obstetrician-gynecologist, and a male one at that!
During my medical school internship, I did have some exposure to obstetrics and gynecology, but back then I was a student, and many patients didn't want interns to see them. I also lacked confidence, so it was just for exams. Now it's different. I've graduated, I have a full-time job, and I wear the badge of a prestigious hospital. Patients have suddenly started trusting me!
I was assigned to the family planning clinic as soon as I started working. It's a large hospital, and the daily patient volume gives me a headache. You might know that before performing a family planning procedure (what we usually call an abortion),
a male doctor must perform an internal gynecological examination? Yes, that's my job. When I stood before the examination bed, wearing my white coat, mask, and gloves, I had no other ulterior motives, truly, until one day…
It was a Friday afternoon, almost time to leave work. There were very few patients left in the hospital. I was sitting alone in the examination room, bored, memorizing my vocabulary. Dr. Zhang, who sat across from me, had left at noon because his child had a parent-teacher conference, leaving me alone on duty.
Just then, Nurse Li came in and said a patient needed an abortion, but it was almost time to leave, and asked if I would be willing to examine her. I checked my watch; there was still fifteen minutes before I left. “Let her in!” I said, closing my vocabulary book. A
moment later, a beautiful young woman in her early twenties walked in, wearing a white, tight-fitting short dress resembling a sailor uniform. She wore white socks and casual shoes. She was startled when she saw me, then lowered her head slightly, embarrassed.
"Sit down, what's wrong?" I opened her medical record and asked,
"I want to have an abortion. When would be a good time?"
As I skillfully filled out the record, I said, "It's too late today. You need to come earlier for the surgery. I'll write out the procedure form for you; come tomorrow."
She was just one of the many patients I'd seen, nothing special
. "Lie down on the bed for some examinations."
"Is it necessary? Will it hurt?"
"Of course, it might be a little uncomfortable."
"Oh." She stood up and walked to the examination bed. I continued filling out her record, and my gaze inadvertently swept over her. At that moment, I suddenly felt that she wasn't an ordinary patient. Every movement she made seemed different. How
many city girls could match her grace, her beauty, and her youth? Was it her? —The beautiful bride. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I didn't have the courage to say them. I watched her, speechless and at a loss. She walked to the bedside, bent down, and untied her shoelaces. Suddenly, my eyes lit up. She revealed a pair of snow-white socked heels. She shuffled along in her shoes, stepping onto a small stool, and sat down on the examination table. Her gaze met mine without my noticing, and I felt a pang of embarrassment .
For a moment, I forgot what to say: "Give me your bag, put it in there, be careful not to lose it." This was the first time I'd ever cared so much about a patient! What was wrong with me?!
"Thank you." She handed me the bag, and I turned to put it away. "Snap, snap," I turned back, and there before me stood a pair of beautiful white-socked feet. The graceful silhouette almost stunned me. I actually went over and straightened her shoes, which had fallen to the floor. Good heavens, what had I done? Was this something a doctor should do? Thankfully, no one else saw
her spread her beautiful legs. Those bare, white calves made me dizzy. She placed her feet on the examination table, the white socks as pure as an angel's flowing skirt. My heart pounded. She seemed surprised by what I had done, and just sat there, stunned, on the edge of the bed. I quickly calmed down, prepared the examination equipment, and said to her, "Take off your skirt and lie down."
"Oh," she finally reacted, shyly unzipping her skirt and slowly pulling it down. I had to admit her legs were beautiful, very white, enough to make any man's heart flutter, but what attracted me even more were her exquisitely beautiful white-stockinged feet. Without the skirt's embellishment, her feet looked even more beautiful. I really wanted to touch them, but I was a doctor, and I had to control myself. I wondered
where she had hidden her light pink silk panties somewhere. This little bride was quite cunning! I suddenly realized a problem: she didn't even know how to lie on the gynecological examination bed. "Lie down a bit, and put your feet in the right place," I instructed. She moved down a little, but seemed unsure how to put her feet on the footrest.
My heart warmed, and I involuntarily stepped forward, reaching out to grab her white-stockinged feet. "Put them here," I said, pressing her feet onto the footrest. That moment was wonderful. It felt like holding a small, warm taro in my hand, soft and yielding. Though it only lasted a few seconds, it was a feeling I'd never experienced before. It was as comforting as stepping on my heart, making my heart itch with desire.
Her feet were sweaty and damp. I turned to put on my gloves, and in doing so, I smelled my hands, as if I could smell the fragrance of her delicate feet…
I put on my gloves and walked to the examination bed. For some reason, I was a little nervous this time, something I'd never felt before. I carefully performed the routine examination. My technique was flawless, especially now. I felt like I was polishing a precious artifact, being exceptionally careful and meticulous, afraid of hurting her.
She lay quietly on the bed. I knew that from my position, she wouldn't see my expression, and besides, I was wearing a mask, so it didn't matter if my face turned as red as Guan Yu's. I quietly pressed my face against her feet, my nose almost touching the tip of her white socks, and took a deep breath.
Unfortunately, even with the mask on, I could still smell a faint fragrance. Oh, the faint, sweet scent of a young woman's flesh—that's a uniquely feminine aroma that attracts the opposite sex. If only I could take off my mask, but no, I won't. I won't do anything that violates operating procedures.
She wore thin white socks, her five toes neatly arranged, naturally and smoothly within them. Her arches playfully arched upwards, and the socks remained smooth and clean beneath her rounded heels, the treads perfectly intact – clearly the work of a woman who valued cleanliness and self-care.
My fingers carefully explored inside her vagina, her small lips slightly pursed – she was truly beautiful, her delicate skin smooth and white. From the secret garden between her thighs, sweet nectar slowly flowed. The examination went smoothly; she seemed to have no discomfort. After scraping away the secretions for further examination, I told her she could get up. I removed my gloves and returned to the table to write the examination report. She had somehow already sat down beside me.
"Any discomfort?" I asked as I wrote.
"No, it's quite comfortable."
Now, thinking back, what kind of question was that? How was I supposed to answer that?! Perhaps due to her earlier nervousness, her answer was almost laughable, and I saw her face flush red after she finished speaking. The atmosphere in the examination room had eased considerably.
"All the tests are done, and I've prepared the surgical consent form. You can come for the surgery tomorrow," I said with a smile. She didn't take the form I offered, but blushed and said, "I've heard this surgery is very painful, and I'm scared. Doesn't your hospital offer some kind of painless procedure? Can I have that?"
"Oh, you mean painless abortion? Of course, but it's much more expensive."
"It's okay, will I not feel any pain?"
"Of course. First, we'll give you intravenous general anesthesia, and then we'll perform the surgery while you're unconscious. When you wake up, the surgery will be over, just like you're asleep, and you won't feel any pain." "
Really? That's great! I'm just afraid of pain."
"Well, our hospital only performs this kind of surgery on Thursdays. Come the day after tomorrow, and I'll arrange it for you."
"Thank you so much! Can I go now?"
"Of course, I should go home too. Take your bag; we almost forgot."
We looked at each other and laughed!
She left the examination room. As I packed up my instruments, I recalled the events of the moment. Her beautiful eyes stirred my heart, but I knew my chance was coming!
Walking out of the hospital, I glanced back at the operating room window and smiled…
Finally, on Thursday, I saw her again. She seemed very nervous, her face pale. Entering the operating room, her beautiful eyes scanned her surroundings. Everything was so unfamiliar, so terrifying to her.
The bride was naked from the waist down, with nothing covering her. Between her long, slender legs was a soft, dark "forest." But what captivated me most were her white stockings with tiny floral patterns. She hadn't taken them off; that seemed to add to the allure!
After the bride lay on the operating table, I carefully checked her medical record and said kindly, "Don't be nervous, we'll give you anesthesia now. You'll fall asleep soon, and everything will be over quickly. Okay, let's begin."
With the help of my assistant, I injected the anesthetic into her vein. At first, her eyes were clear, but slowly, as the anesthetic took effect, her beautiful eyes finally closed.
Initially, she could barely open her eyes when I called her name, but she soon lost consciousness completely.
"Okay, get the dilator." I gently operated on her while admiring her sleeping figure. Her feet were so alluring; I imagined they must taste delicious. Her ten toes nestled like ten well-behaved babies in her socks. I really wanted to put them all in my mouth, but I knew I couldn't now—there were too many people around, and the conditions weren't right!
The surgery went smoothly. My skills are top-notch among young doctors, and the surgery was a success. She was still sleeping soundly, without the slightest pain. I gestured to the nurse to take her to the post-operative recovery room. The first patient had already woken up and left, but my bride was sleeping soundly, showing no signs of waking.
I took off my surgical gown and said to the nurse, "You should go write the surgical record! Close the operating room door. I'm going to rest for a bit. The patient will wake up soon, and I still need to examine her."
Only my bride and I were in the room; no one would notice. Her
breathing was even. I walked to her side, pretending to check her pulse. I nudged her, but there was no response. I called her name again—"Nie Yonghong"—still no response. Relieved, I went straight to her small feet.
I pressed my nose against the soles of her feet and inhaled deeply. The unique fragrance of that beautiful girl's feet intoxicated me. Her feet were a little damp, probably from the sweat during surgery, but this only excited me more.
Her feet were undeniably beautiful—fair, delicate, and with neatly arranged toes.
I put her white-stockinged feet, which had a slightly unusual fragrance, into my mouth, sucking on her toes and inhaling the delicate scent. The more I licked, the more pleasurable it became. I gently rubbed my cheek against her arches, savoring
the smooth, silky feel—it was simply wonderful!
Then my hands roamed over her long, slender thighs clad in stockings. The sensation through the stockings was even more exciting than touching her skin directly. The stockings clung tightly to her long, shapely legs, gleaming under the light…
At this point, I had the bride's toes in my mouth, sucking and savoring them like an ice pop, her stockings soaked with my saliva. My penis reacted so strongly, it seemed to want to peek out and see those beautiful feet. I pulled off her two long stockings, stuffed one into my mouth, and used the other to rub my penis.
I pulled down the white sheet, revealing the bride's firm, round breasts standing tall and erect. Looking at her curvaceous figure, I couldn't help but admire them inwardly. My hand couldn't help but gently grasp one of her soft, full breasts, slowly kneading it. My index finger and thumb pinched the small, slightly upturned pink nipple, kneading and rotating it, its softness yet firmness rubbing against her delicate nipple. Ah. The sensitive nipple, stimulated, began to harden and erect. I unbuttoned my pants and took out my penis. My penis swelled, hot and hard, protruding between her thighs.
I grabbed my hard, hot penis with one hand and supported her full buttocks with the other. I felt my glans being slowly swallowed by the bride's wet, soft flesh, a tightness, a feeling of being blocked. Then, aiming at the entrance of her paradise, I thrust in forcefully, with a "squelch," and
heard the bride let out a soft "woo." A feeling of panic washed over me…
My hips began to move back and forth, my thick, long penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. The tender skin of her vaginal opening gripped my shaft, being pulled in and out with each movement. I had never experienced such a pleasurable vagina, so soft and elastic. The muscles of her vagina tightened as if refusing to relax, gripping my penis powerfully and evenly.
She was so wet; I could barely hold back from ejaculating. I gritted my teeth and forced myself to endure it. I wanted to savor this moment. The sounds of my penis thrusting in and out were lascivious, and
the bride's unconscious moans continued... As I thrust harder,
I touched her cervix, feeling the flesh inside writhing. I continued to thrust slowly, while inserting my five fingers through her stockings between her wet, beautiful, white toes, gripping her soles tightly...
"Ah...uh..." the bride moaned unconsciously. I did what only her husband could do, resolutely and forcefully.
"Oh...good...little bride...so good..." I groaned comfortably, gathering her long black hair with one hand and supporting her slender waist with the other, my hips thrusting forward.
The bride's eyebrows furrowed, her eyes brimming with tears, her cherry lips trembling, emitting lascivious screams. Her face flushed crimson, her long, beautiful hair cascading over her trembling, snow-white breasts.
This novel position and forbidden pleasure made my penis penetrate to the hilt every time! It parted her labia, hitting her G-spot like a pile driver, "Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop!"... Hot, sticky love fluid flowed continuously from our joined bodies, dripping down my thighs. She had clearly had an orgasm; her lower body trembled, her vaginal walls convulsing.
We fought for another 10 minutes. I stroked her two white stockings with small floral patterns, supporting her round, pert buttocks, and began a long, relentless assault. I pulled my entire penis out and then thrust it back in, my muscular body glistening with sweat, biting my lip, almost pounding the bride's buttocks every second! Her two snow-white breasts bounced violently up and down, making her appear
even more dignified and graceful. Her alluring, seductive state during her passionate encounter was most captivating. The bride's face flushed red, she gasped for breath, her tongue slightly protruding. Her lower body trembled, her vaginal walls convulsed, her whole body burned with heat, and the ignited desire left her weak and powerless.
"Ah... Xiaoyong... I can't hold back... Ah... Xiaoyong... I can't take it anymore... I'm... Ah..." The bride gradually regained consciousness, vaguely believing she was having sex with her husband, "Xiaoyong." Filled with joy,
the bride's blushing beauty was slightly parted, her eyes half-closed, panting softly, her round buttocks rising and falling, her mouth constantly uttering moans. Her vagina tightly gripped my glans, and I felt a surge of heat rush to it, feeling her vaginal fluid gushing out continuously. Her two delicate jade feet were taut.
Finally, my orgasm surged forth, and hot semen gushed out like a flood, shooting directly into the bride's uterus, and continuing to gush for many times before stopping. Ah, so good! I felt incredibly satisfied!
The next step was cleaning up the mess. I wiped my penis clean, put on my pants, and disposed of the semen in her vagina. I waited for her to wake up. Time passed slowly, and she gradually woke up. I went to her side, and she opened her beautiful eyes, still sleepy as if she had just woken up. "Your surgery went smoothly, didn't it? Did it hurt? Are you still scared?" I asked her with a smile.
"It's a little uncomfortable down there, a bit swollen and sore, but nothing else."
"That's normal. Just rest at home for a few days, don't worry!"
"Oh, where are my socks? I think I wore them in!" she suddenly asked.
As I pulled a brand new pair of white stockings from the drawer, I said, "Your socks got dirty during the surgery. Here, wear these. I just bought them especially for you, they might be a little big!" She took the socks shyly, her face as red as an apple.
"Thank you," she whispered. "You, you're not..." she trailed off,
not wanting to make the situation too awkward, I quickly said, "Don't be so polite. Hurry up and get dressed, go home and rest well! Remember to take your antibiotics on time!"
Before leaving, we exchanged phone numbers. I will never forget her. The beautiful bride—Nie Yonghong!

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