New Doctor at the Southside Clinic
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Chapter 3: A Naïve New Patient at the Clinic
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: A Naïve New Patient at the Clinic - A new doctor shows up at the Southside Clinic that serves the tough part of town, including the trailer park. As word spreads that the new doc is a young, buff ex-military guy who is single, the moms and the teenagers in the park try to get in to see and flirt with the new doc. He tries to be professional, but a man can only resist so much temptation.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Teenagers Coercion Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Rough Cream Pie Oral Sex Petting Doctor/Nurse Small Breasts
Doctor Jason LeCron, who had been initially skeptical about taking the job as the only doctor in a poor community health clinic, sat back behind his small metal desk in the clinic office and smiled. He had just fucked a hot eighteen-year-old, and he had arranged for her to come back for another appointment next week. Jason knew after his first marriage failed and he ended up losing his house and a good chunk of his monthly retirement benefit, that he didn’t want to get married again. But he did want to get laid, and preferred young, hot teens with slender bodies and tight pussies. After all, who didn’t?
After his appointment this morning with Lisa, the teen who needed a simple work physical, he was excited by the new potential possibilities of his new practice. How many other young teenagers were potential patients who might not mind spreading their legs for a good-looking doctor in decent shape?
He decided to see what he could do to increase the odds of meeting such girls. His first call was to the local high school, where he spoke briefly to the counselor, Ms. Winters. She was friendly and polite, and thanked Dr. LeCron for touching base. She was even more grateful when he offered to see any students that she wanted to refer, if they seemed to be having health-related issues that he might be able to help. He said he’d be happy to see a student pro bono if the counselor referred them to him. In South Centerville, that was huge, the counselor explained, since many of the kids had parents- or often just one parent- without health insurance or the ability to pay for a doctor’s visit.
Dr. Lecron went about his practice, adding a few patients over the week week. Lisa returned the following week, telling the doc that she got the job, and was so happy because she’d be able to move out of the trailer with her mom and the creepy boyfriend. Dr. LeCron congratulated her with a big hug. Lisa was so happy, she hugged the doctor back, and let the good doctor fuck her, in exchange for another $50 and the free physical. After cleaning herself up, she told the doc she’d make an appointment to come back the following week.
That afternoon, the school counselor called, and said she was sending over a high school senior who had already been held back, so was already eighteen, but was in danger of flunking again. The girl, named Kaylee, was not very smart, the counselor explained, but she thought there might be some other issues in the girl’s home. When Dr. LeCron asked what the home life was like, the counselor explained that Kaylee lived with her mother, an exotic dancer, and a common-law stepfather, her mother’s younger boyfriend. The doctor told her to send the girl over, and he would talk to her and do an examination, no charge. Teenage daughter of a stripper, living in a little trailer with ma and her boyfriend- what could go wrong, thought the doctor, smiling to himself.
Even though it was nearly 4:30, when Kaylee arrived, Dr. Le Cron told his receptionist to send the girl in to the exam room, and then she could leave for the day. He explained that she was a charity case from the school.
His receptionist replied, “Well, that explains the scruffy outfit and the somewhat unpleasant smell.”
“Thanks, Darlene,” Dr. LeCron told his receptionist, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Dr. LeCron wondered what she meant. When he walked into the exam room, he understood.
“You must be Kaylee,” Dr. LeCron said, extending his hand, and smiling at the tall teenager who sat at the edge of the exam table. Her unwashed dark blond hair hung in scruffy clumps, with a swatch hanging over one eye. She wore a dirty and worn-out oversized sweatshirt over a pair of dirty gray sweatpants, which featured several holes, including one over the right knee that exposed a pale and somewhat bony knee, noticeably scraped and red as though she had been kneeling on rough concrete. He also noticed a distinctive smell, that was a mix of sweat and what smelled like sex.
“Yeah, I’m Kaylee,” the teen said sullenly, not looking up at the doc. “My counselor sent me here for a ‘zamination.”
Even though she was 18, she sounded to the doc like a younger girl.
“Okay, then, Kaylee,” Dr. LeCron said brightly, “Let’s get started with your examination. Why don’t you stand up, and take off your clothes, leaving on your underwear- your bra and panties, OK?”
“Whatever,” Kaylee replied, in typical teen fashion. She lifted the filthy sweatshirt over her head, revealing a pale upper body, with firm a-cup tits, topped by prominent pinkish brown nipples. She was bra-less.
“I ain’t wearin’ a bra, cuz ma said I don’t need one yet, ya know? See?” she said, as she stood in front of the doc, her perky nipples pointing out at him from her firm half-round tit mounds.
Dr. LeCron simply smiled, but felt his cock rise as he looked at her sexy, puffy-nippled tits. “You have healthy, firm breasts,” the doctor replied to be affirming and supportive.
“Yeah, but they’re just little girl a-cups ... not sexy big titties like boys like, ya know?” Kaylee replied. “I sure wish I had bigger titties like ma’s got.”
Then Kaylee kicked off her old flip-flops and slid down the old grey sweatpants, stepping out of them with her dirty feet, and then leaning back against the exam table. Under the sweatpants was a pair of dirty pink cotton panties that appeared to be a size too small for the teenager. The panties stretched across the bulge of her pussy mound, and the elastic edges stretched tightly over her firm butt cheeks. The front of the panties were noticeably damp and almost transparent, and Dr. LeCron could see the clear outline of her pussy crack under the worn cotton. Her long legs were slender but muscular, and Dr. LeCron noticed his cock beginning to strain against his tan khakis as he admired the girl’s erotic young body.
Dr. LeCron looked up at the girl’s face, and noticed she was still looking down. She had a rather large nose, pale pink skin, and a noticeable overbite. She was not a beauty, but as he looked over her body, He couldn’t help notice she was tall, athletic and lean. She had somewhat bony hips, and a tight, firm little ass above her long, coltish legs. And the prominent puffy nipples that topped her smallish half-round tits begged to be sucked and handled.
“Stand up straight, here, Kaylee, in front of the table, and let me have a look at you,” said LeCron. The doctor stood in front of her, and lifted her chin to make the girl look at him.
“Why do you dress in such scruffy old sweats, Kaylee,” he asked, adding “you have a healthy body and a pretty face, but you seem to cover yourself up with baggy old clothing.”
“My stepdaddy says nuthin’ good can come from dressin’ up in sexy clothes,” Kaylee answered. “He says it will just make me think more about sex and stuff, and that’s what makes my pussy get all wet.”
Dr. LeCron looked down at the girl’s worn cotton panties, that were indeed wet over her mound. He reached a hand down and gently stroked over the wet cotton, pressing it slightly into the crevice of her pussy slit.
“Your stepdaddy told you that thinking about sex makes your vagina wet, did he? It’s perfectly normal for a teenage girl to sometimes get sexually aroused, and have her vagina begin to produce fluid,” the doctor said evenly, looking into Kaylee’s eyes, at least the one that was not covered by her stringy hair.
“That ain’t what stepdaddy says,” Kaylee protested, her gap-toothed open jaw making her look exceptionally naïve.
“What does he say, Kaylee,” the doctor asked, putting a hand on her shoulder, and gently stroking her slender arm.