Hana's Fertility Treatment Ch. 01

Hana sits in the medical exam room, biting her lip, shifting in the chair as she waits for the doctor to arrive.

She's been nervous all day about what the doctor will say. That she's infertile. That she'll never get the chance to be a mother. She's young, but she didn't want her fertile window to close without her knowing.

A knock on the door startles her before she lifts her head to see the doctor stepping into the room.

"Good afternoon," he says, briefly looking down at the chart in his hand before making eye contact with her. "Miss Morgan--"

"Just Hana is okay."

He nods, taking a seat. "Good afternoon Hana, I'm Dr. Reilly. It says here that you've been trying for a while now to get pregnant and have some concerns with your fertility, is that right?"

She nods, clasping her hands in her lap. Oh god, she thinks, he's so hot!

Somehow she's managed to speak normally, but inside she's a frazzled mess. When she booked this appointment and saw the name Dr. Reilly, she assumed she would be getting seen by a female doctor. She's entirely caught off guard by this attractive older man sitting across from her in a rolling chair.

He's well over forty, with some grey streaking in his dark hair. He's well built, with broad shoulders and a strong jaw. He's wearing a white button down tucked into dark blue slacks. She doesn't think anything has ever looked so good on someone.

"We've been trying for over a year and I'm still not pregnant. I just wanted to come in to see if there's anything wrong, if there's anything I can do to improve my fertility."

His eyebrow raises as he looks at you from behind his glasses.

"You've already come in and done all the samples, blood and urine, and nothing has come up. Just based on your test results, there's nothing out of the ordinary. You seem to be a healthy young woman."

His voice is deep and gravelly, with this clinical tone that makes her shiver for some reason she can't identify.

"Well, with all of that out of the way, it's time for your physical exam. Please take all your clothes off and put on the medical gown provided for you, then have a seat on the exam table. I'll leave the room and come back when you're ready."

She hurries to strip out of her clothes, worried she'll take too long and he'll come back in and see her half naked. When she's taken all her clothes off, save for her panties, she slips the gown on, noticing a breeze where the gown is open in the back.

There's a knock on the door and she tells him to come in. Dr. Reilly enters and closes the door behind him, and then he's grabbing a pair of blue nitrile gloves and takes his time slipping them on.

Nervous, she wriggles on the exam table and her squirming makes the paper underneath her crinkle loudly in the silent tense room. Dr. Reilly strides toward her, almost close enough to stand between her legs, and the intimate closeness has her struggling to catch her breath.

She can smell his clean, masculine scent from this close, and she has to restrain herself from leaning in and burying her face in his neck.

He says something and she jerks her head up. What did he say? "Sorry what?"

"I said, I'm going to begin the physical examination, now, if that's alright?"

"Yes, yes, sorry! I'm just a little nervous."

"Don't be, this is a routine physical. I'll take good care of you."

I'll take good care of you.

Those words send flutters into her belly. Jeez, she needs to snap out of this! She wills herself to relax while he begins the exam.

He slips his gloved hands underneath her medical gown, holding the cold stethoscope between her breasts. He listens to her breathe, and she cannot remember a single time she was ever turned on by a doctor doing this to her. It was all him.

"Normal breathing. Nothing unusual. Good," he murmurs, in that low monotone.

He takes the stethoscope away and before she can react his hands are underneath her gown again. His gloved hands cupping her bare breasts send shivers up and down her spine. He palpates them, thoroughly checking for any odd lumps or tissues. She's had a breast exam before, but definitely not by a doctor with such nice big strong manly hands.

"From what I can feel, you have no abnormalities. Very good."

He continues to massage and cup her breasts, and because she's trying so hard not to be turned on by it, she doesn't think to question why he's still touching her chest.

He looks at her from over top of his glasses. His clinical stare sends shivers up her spine. "Let me have a proper look. Lift your gown for me, please." His no nonsense tone leaves no room to question.

Okay, so this must still be normal, right?

She lifts the material up until her thighs, her stomach, and her breasts are all on display. Her nipples harden from being exposed to the cold air. She's viscerally aware of how her ass sticks to the exam table and how the only thing guarding her nether regions is her thin cotton panties.

He looks her over, his cool gaze revealing nothing of his thoughts. "Now let's test your reactivity."

She's utterly shocked when he reaches forward and brushes his thumbs over her nipples. She bites her lip to keep from whimpering as his gloved fingers pluck her nipples into stiff and aching points. As he continues to roll and tug on them, she can't help but squirm and rub her legs together.

"Sensitive?" he asks.

She nods and gasps shakily as he deftly plays with her nipples.

"That's good," he murmurs. "You react well."

"Really?" She pants, belly twitching as he tugs on her aching nipples. She looks at him expectantly, and he gives her the barest lift of the corner of his mouth, curling into a tiny smirk that's gone the next moment.

"Mhm, you're doing very well."

His praise swirls and blooms in her belly like liquid heat.

"How does breast stimulation make the rest of your body feel?" Still, Dr. Reilly sounds so clinical. This must all still be proper procedure, it's just her that's overreacting because Dr Reilly's presence was so intoxicating and all encompassing.

"It's like there's a direct link from my-my nipples," she stutters, "to my lower belly. It feels good."

"Can you tell me where it feels good, is it here?" He lowers a hand to palm her stomach, right over her belly button. She looks down, and it does something to her brain, seeing his big hand splayed across her stomach.

"No, a little lower."

His palm moves down, pressing firmly over her lower belly. "Here?"

As if in reaction to him, something deep in her gut twitches right underneath his large hand. She nods shakily.

"A normal reaction," he says, looking at her from over top of his glasses. "But I'm curious just how much it affects you. It varies from woman to woman."

"Oh, really?" she breathes out shakily.

"Please lean back and lie down on the table so I can take a better look."

"Oh-okay." She clumsily shuffles back until she's lying down on the crinkly paper covering the examination table. She lets out a tiny squeak when his gloved hands spread her knees just slightly.

"May I remove your underwear to properly examine you?"

"Y-yes."

Her belly erupts in nervous butterflies when his hands grip her panties on either side and pull them down her hips.

"Please lift your hips for me."

She lifts her butt off the table and he's able to slide them all the way off. Cool air flows across her bare pussy, and she's keenly aware of how wet she is.

"I'm going to examine you now."

"Okay."

She trembles at the first touch of his fingers, as they glide along the outer seam of her pussy.

"You're producing more arousal than is typical. Very good. I'm going to inspect your vagina now."

His thick finger prods at her entrance, swirling around it before slotting it inside, just to the first knuckle, then the second, until he's slid his entire digit inside her. He holds it there, intently watching his finger get swallowed up by her snug pussy.

"Tight, but incredibly wet," he remarks.

She gasps as he slides out just to add another finger, this time stretching her open around two of his long, thick fingers. He strokes into her upper walls and she wails as pressure crests in her belly.

"This is a highly sensitive spot for you."

She moans when he adds a finger to her clit, the dual stimulation working to push her over the edge.

"Good girl, just relax, let it happen."

Her tummy clenches at his words, not knowing why she likes it so much. She yelps when she unexpectedly climaxes, legs slamming closed around his hand as she shakes and trembles her way through it.

"So sensitive."

She can't believe it! His examination made her orgasm! Her boyfriend can barely even coax one out of her, and this doctor's achieved it so easily. Her legs fall open and he takes the opportunity to plunge his fingers deeper, stroking, searching, until he finds something spongy and tingly every time he touches it.

"This is your cervix, it's very low right now. And the viscosity and texture of your arousal leads me to believe you are at peak ovulation in your cycle."

"Does that mean...?"

"You're extremely fertile."

"So, nothing's wrong with me?"

"No, you're a very healthy, fertile young woman."

"I've been trying to get pregnant for months with my boyfriend, and nothing's happened."

"Have you considered that you might not be the problem? You should have no problem getting pregnant. He's most likely infertile."

There goes all her dreams of having a baby.

"What should I do?"

"There are various solutions. IVF, sperm donor, adoption, surrogacy. Most of them are very expensive."

She chews on her lip, thinking hard, but coming up blank. She doesn't have that kind of expendable money.

"But I think I can help you with a better solution."

"Yes?"

It's then that she remembers Dr. Reilly's still sitting between her wide open legs and his hands are rubbing up and down her thighs in soothing patterns.

"It would be a waste not to take advantage of your current window of ovulation. This is your best chance to conceive.To ensure pregnancy, you would need an immediate insemination."

"Wh-what are you saying?"

"That I am offering to impregnate your fertile womb with my potent, virile sperm, right now."

She can't believe what she's hearing. He must be joking, but his deadpan tone suggests otherwise.

"I am a healthy, virile male. I produce copious amounts of potent, thick sperm. This would be the most efficient method of insemination. That is, if you are willing."

"But, my boyfriend--"

"Is infertile," he says, cutting her off. "How badly do you want a child?"

So badly. She wants to be a mom so badly. Desperately. Her expression must say as much because he nods once in understanding.

"If you would like to carry on as if this never happened, we can leave it here. However, if you would like to move forward with the insemination, please lay back and slide your legs into the stirrups. The decision is yours to make."

Fuck, what kind of ridiculous situation has this turned into? And why is she having a hard time rationalizing that this is fucking crazy?

She's fertile. She has a very small window to get pregnant and this attractive older man is offering to impregnate her right now.

Her tummy clenches on instinct. Her body seems to think this is a great idea. Her womb is practically salivating for this older man to fill her up with his seed. Fuck, she doesn't even want to walk away. She wants him to do this to her.

After a tense few moments, she lifts her legs into the stirrups. With her legs spread wide open, her bare, dripping cunt is on display for her doctor.

Dr. Reilly takes all of this in with that aloof demeanour of his, but she bites her lip when he pulls his medical gloves off, a meaningful expression in his eyes as he unbuckles and unzips his pants, pushing his boxers down his thighs, to reveal his thick, burly cock. It's only half hard, but it already looks massive. Her lips part as he pumps it in his hand, and she glances down at the massive balls dangling underneath, and as she watches, he pumps himself rock hard, and a generous dollop of precum leaks out of his cockhead and dribbles down his shaft.

This mature, older man has a big breeder cock--and he's raring to go. Ready to fill her with his virile seed. Ready to impregnate her.

He sidles up between her spread legs, a calculating expression on his face as he takes her all in. His bare hands settle on her waist, big and rough and warm, and she's still caught up in the new sensation when he uses his hold on her to drag her ass closer to the edge of the table. She let out a squeak at this new position, spread even wider, even more exposed. Oh god, she was really going to do this!

His one hand strokes her thigh soothingly, his other at the base of his shaft, guiding it towards her. She trembles as he slips and slides his fat raw cock up and down her drooling slit, coating himself in her slick arousal, the sheer warmth and weight of his shaft making her mouth part on a shuddery gasp.

"Are you ready for your insemination?"

She nods her head, gasping when the blunt head of his cock presses against her opening. She can feel herself stretching wide, trying to accommodate the blunt intrusion forcing itself inside her.

"Too big," she whines.

"You can take it," he says, matter-of-fact. "You were made to take it."

Dr. Reilly rocks back and forth, loosening her up, sliding inch by excruciating inch, making her feel every ridge and vein of his thick raw cock, until he's able to bury himself all the way to the hilt, his balls flush with her asscheeks. His hips pressed against her ass, the warmth and weight of him such a relief from the cool and stark air of the examination room.

"Such a snug fit, even after loosening you up," he notes in that serious tone of his.

Truly, it feels like her pussy can barely fit him inside her, pussy lips stretched obscenely wide around his thick shaft, his cockhead deep inside her, crammed against her cervix. She squirms as he keeps himself balls deep. Is he letting her adjust? Or is this him simply enjoying the feel of her?

Finally, he starts moving, pulling back just slightly before rocking back into her.

"There we go, nice and easy."

Every deep grind has his cock head bumping and grinding against her cervix, his girth spreading her wide open.

She's never been so overwhelmed, so completely full like this. Her boyfriend doesn't compare in the slightest. She's still suspended in disbelief, that she's letting her doctor fuck her raw right here in the exam room. That she asked for this, and she's going to let him cum inside her, let him impregnate her.

But oh god is her body willing. So fucking wet, she can hear her pussy dripping and squelching with all the arousal she's leaking onto the exam table.

"See," he murmurs. "Your body was made for this." He strokes a big palm over her tummy, holding it there on her lower belly as he gives her smooth, firm, deep strokes. The resounding pap, pap, pap of his hips meeting her ass over and over echoes in the stark exam room.

"Your insides are so warm, so fertile, sucking and milking me. Begging to be filled up, to be bred."

She whines at his words, at him continuing to fuck her stupid. She's helpless underneath him, legs caught in the stirrups, useless to do anything but take it.

"What a good little girl you are, taking your fucking so well."

She moans, insides blooming with heat, toes curling, pussy clamping down hard at his words.

"Mmm..." he groans. "You like it when I praise you, don't you?"

His clinical tone has turned into something more deep and sensual. The rasp of it has shivers going down her spine.

"Such a sweet little thing," he murmurs. "Trembling and shy, but so wet and willing."

He grunts as he picks up the pace, slamming into her hard and deep. A thumb on her clit has her back arching off the exam table, her toes curling as her feet flail in the stirrups.

"That's it," he says. "Cum on my cock. You want to be bred don't you? Then milk me dry."

A hand in her hair tugs hard and her eyes roll in her head as it all becomes too much, and she wails as her orgasm takes her hard. Pussy clamping down as she trembles and shakes through her orgasm.

"Good girl," he grunts. "Good fucking girl." He slams into her deep, cockhead crushing her cervix, balls flush against her ass, as he groans loudly, enjoying the feel of her spasming cunt wrapped snug around him. Then she feels it, the jerk of his cock, the first hot spray of his potent seed bathing her cervix white.

Her womb clenches and contracts, so needy, so hungry for it. Her cunt is still pulsing and clamping down, wringing him for more, pulling more seed from him.

"Take it, take it all. Take this good, potent seed deep into your ovulating, fertile womb."

He groans low as he pumps his hips once, making sure his cockhead is flush with her cervix once more before he lets loose another hot pulse of his thick virile seed. He keeps her like this, her legs in the air, ankles stuck in stirrups, toes curling, as he pumps spurt after spurt of hot, gooey, impregnating seed deep into her greedy, aching womb.

"You're taking your breeding so well, aren't you? You were made for this."

He reaches a hand up to play with her nipple and the sensation has a direct link to her pussy, which flutters and pulses with every roll and tug of her sensitive nipple. A particularly harsh tug has her pussy clamping down hard on his shaft and he jerks inside her with another spurt of his seed.

"You've wrung every last drop from my balls, but your pussy is still sucking me in, begging for more."

She squeals when he grinds his hips against her ass, cockhead lodged against her cervix, and she can feel his last little spurt of seed coat her cervix. He grinds into her, over and over, as if he's trying to physically push his seed deeper into her womb.

He stays like that for what feels like too long and yet not long enough, stroking her sides, her legs, all the while keeping his cock and cum lodged inside her, letting his seed take.

"That should do it."

He finally pulls out with a humiliating squelch, his softening cock not shrinking in the least, and she wonders how he can walk around normally with that massive thing dangling between his legs. And despite being pumped full of cum, her hole feels empty and gaping without his big cock filling her up.

"Look at you," he murmurs. "Well fucked and well bred. Keep your legs in the stirrups, we don't want all that good seed of mine to leak out."

She stays in that position for a good long while, letting her womb soak up as much as it can of his potent sperm. Her pussy still twitches with the aftershocks of her orgasm, red and raw and tender from his fucking, and she can feel a trickle of his seed leak out of her. Before it can get far the doctor is there, using his fingers to scoop it up and push it back inside her.

"Right now, my sperm could be fertilizing your egg. Although we won't know for sure until a few weeks from now."

Finally, she's given the okay to get up. She's dazed and shaky, and Dr. Reilly helps her get dressed. She wants to clean up but Dr. Reilly just shakes his head and makes her put her panties back on with all that cum still inside her. Despite her protests, he insists on helping her into her clothes, and has just finished helping her into her shoes when there's a knock on the door.

It startles them out of the contained bubble they were in. A young man in a lab coat pokes his head in, and she sits there, trying to appear normal, all the while she can feel Dr. Reilly's sticky impregnating creampie leaking into her panties.

"Your next patient is ready for you."

"I'll be there in a minute," says Dr. Reilly.

The young doctor salutes him and leaves. Dr. Reilly turns his attention back to her.