Your GF's Pregnancy Checkup

You’re sitting beside Sarah in the clinic, waiting for her pregnancy checkup. She looks a little tired, and you can’t help but notice she’s been distant lately—less in the mood for anything physical at home. Still, you’re both here, hoping the appointment will bring some clarity.

The door opens, and a tall, middle-aged doctor with graying hair steps out. His smile is polite and calm, his manner professional. “Sarah, come on in.” He glances at you, giving a quick nod. “I’ll need to see her alone for this part of the exam. It’s standard procedure to make sure everything is discussed privately with the patient first.”

You raise an eyebrow, a bit surprised. “I can’t come in with her?”

The doctor shakes his head, maintaining that cool smile. “I understand your concern, but for this portion, it’s important I have a one-on-one with Sarah. We’ll just be doing a thorough checkup. Don’t worry, I’ll call you in afterward.”

You glance at Sarah, and she shrugs. “It’s fine,” she says softly, her tone not quite sure but trusting. You nod, staying seated as she disappears with the doctor behind the closed door.

Inside the room, the doctor leads Sarah to the examination table, his tone still gentle but now a bit more authoritative. “Why don’t you lie down, and we’ll get started. We’ll do a full body exam today just to make sure everything is progressing smoothly with your pregnancy. You’ve been feeling okay otherwise?”

Sarah nods, lying back on the table, lifting her shirt just enough to expose her belly. “Yeah, just tired, not really in the mood for much… at home,” she says, her voice trailing off, a little embarrassed to mention how distant she’s been in her relationship.

The doctor raises an eyebrow but doesn’t pry. Instead, he focuses on the clinical part of the exam, pressing gently along her abdomen, his hands firm but gentle. “That’s normal,” he says casually, his fingers lingering on her skin as he moves the ultrasound probe across her belly. “Changes in mood, libido, all of it comes with pregnancy.”

His hand moves lower, brushing just beneath her navel before pulling her waistband down slightly. “Is this okay? Just need to check a little lower here for any tenderness.”

Sarah nods, her cheeks flushing slightly. She feels a strange sensation, a mix of nervousness and something else as his fingers touch more sensitive areas, the professional demeanor in his voice keeping her calm but unaware of how far things are about to go.

The doctor’s hand pauses briefly at the waistband of her panties, glancing up at her. “I’ll need to examine you further. We’ll check your breasts as well. Is that okay?”

Again, Sarah nods, a little hesitant but trusting him as the authority figure. “Yeah, that’s fine,” she says quietly.

He doesn’t rush, unbuttoning her shirt and slipping it open, revealing her breasts. “Breasts can change quite a bit during pregnancy, and it’s important we check for anything unusual.” His hands begin to softly knead her breasts, moving methodically, but his touch lingers, his fingers grazing her nipples, which have hardened from the stimulation.

“You’re more sensitive here, aren’t you?” His voice is low, casual but filled with subtle insinuation. “That’s completely normal too. Is this still okay?”

Sarah feels a strange warmth build in her chest, the softness of his hands and the gentle way he’s asking her permission blurring the lines. She nods again, her body reacting in ways she hadn’t expected. “Yeah... it’s okay,” she whispers, her breath catching as his fingers roll over her nipples.

The doctor notices her reaction, a slight smirk curling his lips. He knows she’s unsure but aroused by the touch, her naive trust making her pliable. “You’re doing great,” he murmurs, his hand sliding lower now, down toward her waistband again. He pulls her pants down slowly, his fingers tracing the edge of her panties.

“I’m going to check a little further down now,” he says, his voice still that soft, almost caring tone. “Is this okay?”

Sarah bites her lip, her body responding more intensely than she expected. She hasn’t felt this turned on in weeks, and the strange comfort of his constant reassurance makes it feel somehow justified. “Yeah… okay,” she agrees, though there’s a flicker of confusion in her voice.

The doctor slips his hand inside her panties, his fingers moving deliberately over her pubic hair before sliding lower. His eyes flicker with satisfaction when he feels how wet she is. “You’ve been under a lot of stress lately?” he asks, his fingers moving in slow, teasing circles, still under the guise of the exam.

Sarah nods, trying to keep her breathing steady. “Yeah… I haven’t been feeling… in the mood,” she admits softly, feeling her legs instinctively part under his touch.

“That’s alright,” the doctor says, his voice smooth and comforting. “Your body’s responding just fine now though,” he adds, his fingers dipping deeper, brushing lightly over her clit. “Is this still okay?”

Sarah gasps softly, her body shivering as he touches her more intimately, but his calm voice and the fact that it all seems like part of the exam makes her feel she has to agree. “Yeah… it’s okay,” she whispers again, her voice trembling now with arousal. She hadn’t been in the mood for weeks, but suddenly, she feels a craving for something more, her body betraying her naivety.

The doctor presses his fingers inside her, moving slowly, deliberately, watching her reactions closely. “You’re really sensitive here,” he observes, his fingers curling slightly as he explores her, his other hand still cupping her breast, squeezing gently. “Is this still feeling alright? You’re not uncomfortable?”

Sarah shakes her head, her mind foggy with arousal, her body moving in time with his touch. “No… it feels good,” she admits, barely understanding how far things have progressed, lost in the warmth and the way he keeps asking if it’s okay.

The doctor’s smile widens as he continues, his cock already hard beneath his scrubs. He leans in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Good girl,” he whispers, his fingers moving faster now, thrusting inside her as he uses his thumb to rub her clit in slow circles. “I’m going to take care of you, alright?”

Sarah nods, her hips bucking slightly, craving more, even though her mind is still trying to catch up. “Yeah... please,” she breathes, not fully understanding what she’s asking for but feeling the desperate need in her body.

The doctor wastes no time now, stepping back just long enough to undo his pants, pulling them down enough to free himself. He looks down at her, spreading her legs wider, his cock pressing against her wet entrance. “This is just part of the exam,” he lies smoothly, guiding himself inside her in one deep thrust. “Is this still okay?”

Sarah gasps loudly, her back arching as he fills her completely. The feeling is overwhelming, her body trembling with the sudden pleasure. “Yeah... it’s okay,” she moans softly, her voice shaky as the doctor begins to fuck her, slow and deep.

He grips her hips firmly, pushing her further up the examination table as he thrusts harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. His hands move back to her breasts, squeezing roughly now, his fingers pinching her hard nipples as he takes her.

Sarah’s mind is spinning, barely able to process what’s happening, but her body is on fire, craving every thrust, every squeeze. She’s moaning loudly now, the sounds filling the small room as the doctor fucks her harder, his professional tone long gone.

“You’re so wet,” he growls, his voice thick with lust. “You’re doing so well.”

His words send a shiver down Sarah’s spine, her body responding eagerly, her hips rolling against his as she gets closer to the edge. She’s never been this turned on, the overwhelming sensation building inside her, and she can’t stop herself from chasing it.

With one final, hard thrust, the doctor groans deeply, his body shuddering as he finishes inside her, spilling into her with a low grunt. Sarah cries out, her own orgasm hitting her hard as her body shakes beneath him.

For a moment, the room is silent, both of them breathing heavily. The doctor pulls out slowly, straightening his clothes as though nothing unusual had happened. He looks down at her, his voice returning to its calm, clinical tone. “Everything’s looking normal,” he says smoothly. “You can get dressed.”

Sarah lies there for a moment longer, her body still trembling from the intensity of the encounter, trying to process what just happened. She slowly pulls her clothes back on, feeling dazed as the doctor opens the door, motioning for you to come in.

You step in, looking at Sarah, her face flushed, but you assume it’s just from the checkup. The doctor smiles. “Everything seems to be progressing well. You’re good to go.”

You nod, helping Sarah up as the two of you leave the clinic, completely unaware of what just transpired behind closed doors.