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*Dr. Dawson *

After I finished helping Selena, my patient who was feeling sexually aroused, I washed my hands and asked Selena to leave. She may have left feeling sad, but at least I made sure she felt relaxed and satisfied. It was a quick appointment compared to what I usually do for women. Normally, I spend more than an hour, but this time I wanted to be fast because there was another patient waiting and I was tired and wanted to go home.

I adjusted myself and called my assistant to bring in the last client. However, something strange happened when she entered. This had never happened to me before.

At first, I didn't look at her right away because I was finishing my work on the computer, writing a report and adding the daily statistics. I am a successful gynecologist and I care a lot about my reputation as a doctor. Some people call me a womanizer, but because of my work, I am not held accountable for my actions. Women come from far away to have their check-ups with me, not only because they desire me, but also because I am highly skilled in my field.

I have been featured in newspapers and magazines for my successful research. I have a master's degree in gynecology, and my final papers focused on the vagina. I am like a famous actor, and even actresses come to me for their check-ups. All of my patients are very wealthy because they have to pay $500 for each session. I am one of the highest-paid doctors in the world and earn more than other gynecologists.

I didn't hear a single word from my new patient when she walked in, which made me stop what I was doing and turn around to see what was happening. It seemed like she was leaving.

I couldn't see her face, but her back and legs were enough for me to see how attractive she looked. She had long black hair braided and hanging past her waistline. Her rounded buttocks looked perfect, like a ripe peach. Her small waist made me feel attracted to her, but I stopped myself and asked her where she was going. I wanted her to sit down so I could see her face and examine her vagina. I knew she wanted me to see it too, otherwise why would she pay $500 for the visit?

I wondered why she was leaving. Maybe she was angry because I didn't pay attention to her at first. I looked busy, taking care of the documents in front of me, so maybe she thought I didn't have time for her.

She slowly turned her body and stared at me without expression. Her face was red, but she didn't seem sexually aroused. Usually, I can tell if someone is shy or not, but I couldn't read her. When our eyes met, my mind went blank. It was as if I had never seen a beautiful woman before. I felt like a teenager who doesn't know how to talk to girls, and the thought of touching this girl's vagina made my hands sweaty.

Seeing how nervous I was, she cleared her throat and said, "I think I'll come another day."

But I couldn't ignore the chemistry between us. Nervously, I made the first move. I held her wrist to prevent her from leaving and said, "Please have a seat."

She sighed, as if calming herself down and reconsidering whether to stay or go. Finally, she nodded and walked to the patient's chair and sat down. I smiled, but it didn't last long. Once she was seated, she looked at me and said, "I'm a virgin." Her words shocked me and made me freeze in place. I didn't know if I felt frustrated or happy. I wasn't used to working with virgins.

Of course, I wasn't happy. I wasn't prepared to have sex with a virgin. You might wonder why. It's because I wasn't her boyfriend. If I were in love with her, taking her virginity would make me extremely happy. But if I took her virginity, I would feel obligated to be loyal to her, and I wasn't ready for that kind of commitment.

I was struggling with my thoughts when I decided to let go of those worries and just ask her what her complaint was, treating her like any other patient. I walked to my chair and looked at her normally. "Please," I said, "tell me what's bothering you."

She nodded and shrugged. "I don't know. I've never been to a gynecologist before. But... down there... I mean, between my legs... Lately, I've been feeling a throbbing sensation in my vagina, as if my heart is down there, beating. Do you understand what I mean?" The poor girl was explaining everything to me, but she was nervous. She avoided making eye contact and spoke shyly, looking at her lap.

"Yes, I understand," I replied. "Please go back to the exam table and take off your pants and underwear. I'll wait for you."

She was nervous and trembling. "I've never been naked in front of anyone before," she said.

I tried to reassure her. "It's okay. You should trust your gynecologist. It's important for me to examine you properly in order to give you the right treatment."

She hesitated, but eventually she did what I asked. I put on some gloves and sat down between her legs.

"I'm going to examine your vagina now," I explained.

She was a virgin and had never had a physical exam before, so I had to guide her through the process. I was gentle and professional, but I couldn't help but feel a twinge of desire as I looked at her young, naked body.

I explained everything I was doing and why it was necessary. I could see that she was embarrassed, but I tried to make her feel as comfortable as possible.

As I examined her, I couldn't help but feel a strong attraction to her. She was beautiful and innocent, and I wanted her. But I knew that I couldn't act on my feelings. It would be unprofessional and inappropriate.

After the exam, I gave her some advice. "You're a young woman, and it's normal to have sexual desires. It's important to take care of your body and satisfy your needs in a healthy way. If you're not ready to have sex with someone, you might want to consider masturbation as an option."

She seemed embarrassed by the suggestion, but I could see that she was curious. I offered to help her explore her body and learn how to pleasure herself.

"I can give you some guidance and advice," I said. "It's important to do it in a safe and healthy way. I can help you with that."

She agreed to come back the next day for another appointment. I couldn't help but feel excited at the thought of spending more time with her. I knew that I had to be careful and professional, but I couldn't help the way I felt.

I wanted her, and I was going to do everything in my power to make her mine.