FIRST PHYSICAL EXAM

ANNA'S POV The following week dragged at a snail's pace after that phone call with Marcus. I also didn't have it in me to have another conversation with Tom about not wanting Marcus to be my doctor anymore. So when the hospital called to confirm the follow-up appointment for the ultrasound and physical examination, I simply said I'll be there. The morning of the appointment Tom barely looked up from his cup of coffee. “I can't come today. I have a big meeting with foreign investors. You'll be fine on your own. Dr Marcus knows what he's doing.” I nodded, a bit relieved that he wouldn't come. And a bit terrified that I would be alone with Marcus. Arriving early at the hospital, I've barely made myself comfortable in the waiting area when a nurse calls my name. “ Mrs Goldberg, Dr Hale is ready for you.” Marcus was waiting in the exam room that the nurse led me to. His expression was one of indifference; no emotions were displayed on his face. What was I expecting? It was as if that phone call didn't happen. I consoled myself that it was for the best, but a part of me was hurt. “Good morning, Mrs Goldberg. Your husband didn't accompany you?” “No, he has an important meeting,” I said quietly, looking everywhere but him. “That's fine. Today we'll be doing a full physical exam and a vaginal ultrasound. It will give us a clearer picture of what your insides look like.” His voice was so stiff and clinical, no emotions. He gestured to a curtained area I didn't even notice. “Please undress and put on the hospital gown. I'll step out to give you privacy." I did as he instructed, hands shaking as I folded my clothes neatly and put on the paper gown. It barely covered anything, it was so thin and exposed. Marcus knocked once and came back in. I walked over to the exam table, lay down and kept my legs pressed together. My heart was racing. Marcus rolled a stool to the front of the table and adjusted the stirrups. “This is a chair for pelvic exams. You need to place your legs on the stirrups and let your knees fall open.” His tone was so commanding that it made me quickly obey. The gown slipped higher, leaving me completely exposed. The air conditioning in the room hit my bare p***y. My face flushed at the contact. “Good.” He said, pulling some gloves on. “ Please relax, it'll be over before you know it.” Sitting between my spread legs, he pointed the overhead lights on my bare crotch. I stared at the ceiling, trying to detach myself from the situation but I couldn't. “This is the first physical exam,” he announced softly. His gloved fingers parted my already slick p***y lips, inspecting them. Oh my! He was staring at my p***y. My body shook slightly from lust and embarrassment. “Your labia appears healthy, no irritation.” His touch was soft, but my body remembered these hands. He mashed my p***y lips together, rubbing them softly. Little squelching sounds from my v****a fill the room. “Do you feel any tenderness?” He asked. “Uhm....No.” I murmured, fighting the urge not to moan. He nodded, then picked another tool from the table nearby. “This is the speculum, it's going to go in you.” He parted my p***y again as I felt the cool metal slide inside me. He opened it slowly, and I gasped at the stretch. “Mhmmmm” I moaned in part pain and arousal. “Breathe, Anna. You're doing so well.” He encouraged, rubbing my thigh with his free hand. This was the first time today he was addressing me with my name, or even showing a bit of emotion. “Your cervix looks good too.” When he finally took that awful tool out, I thought the worst part was over. But then, he rubbed cool gel on his two fingers. “Now, I'll check inside myself. I need to check your uterus.” He pushed those thick fingers in my cunt. My walls clenched tightly around his invading fingers. "Please, tell me if it hurts." Hurt? It felt too good. His fingers moved around inside me. He was practically finger f*****g me. I was getting soaked, I felt it dripping down my inner thighs. His fingers were forceful now. This wasn't a normal checkup. My legs quaked, as I bit my lips hard to keep from screaming out. His thumb was grazing my c**t with every forceful shove back in. "Everything feels fine. No lumps or anything abnormal. Speaking of lumps, I need to check your breasts for any swelling." Was a physical exam supposed to feel this way? He pulled his fingers out abruptly, leaving me aching. Standing up, he helped me pull the gown away from my straining t**s. “Mmm...Marcus....” I moaned, feeling so exposed and loving it. My legs were spread open, boobs out with straining n*****s. Taking my boobs in his huge hands he squeezed them together, pinching my pink n*****s. “They look fine, no swelling.” He mumbles, voice strained as he fondles my boobs. I gripped the table hard. My p***y feels too empty. “Marcus.... please I need...” I whimpered, body aching most deliciously. "I'll take care of you, sweetie" He whispered, kissing my hair. He pushed those thick fingers back between my spread thighs, while still pinching my left n****e. “Fuck...Dr Hale...please,” I moaned as he finger f****d my p***y harder, hitting my spot head-on with those long fingers. I was so close to cumming, already feeling the sensations when he stopped. Why did he stop? He pulled his fingers from my unsatisfied cunt. And letting go of my n****e. “You should go.” He spoke in a stiff tone. “What? You can't just get me worked up and leave me hanging.” I shouted at him, feeling frustrated. "You're a married woman, remember?" He hissed, as if angry at that information. It was as if a bucket of water was poured over my head. He quickly handed me tissues to clean up, making sure not to stare at my face. “You can clean up, and get dressed.” I nodded robotically, already feeling drained with the mixed emotions. I entered the curtained area, putting back my clothes. My jeans are sticking uncomfortably to my swollen parts. I felt super sensitive, like any hard rub would have me coming hard. When I came out again, Marcus was taking notes on a book. "Do you have any questions?" He asked, still not looking at me. “I don't" "We'll schedule your next appointment in two weeks. Please, Mrs Goldberg, make sure your husband accompanies you." He stated. “Asshole,” I mumbled as I walked out. My legs felt weak, body still humming. Who the f**k does he think he is, getting me worked up over nothing? Now he wants to act the saint. “f**k you, Dr Hale,” I whispered as I slammed my car door shut.