36. Month 3 Part 2

J. Month 3
Written By Laristopa .

So this is the final chapter before Candy gets on set! Hope you guys like this ‘professional examination’ of Candy :)

Standing in the doorway was an Asian man in a lab coat. His black hair was short and swept to the side, while a stubbly goatee surrounded his thin lips, which were curled into a subtle smile. His dark eyes were fixated on Candy behind a pair of glasses, and he had an air of confidence and eagerness. He was relatively young, maybe in his late twenties or early thirties, and a few inches taller than Candy despite her six-inch heels.

His voice was relatively high-pitched for a man, and he had a detectable Asian-American accent that Candy couldn’t quite place. He repeated, “Candace? Is there a Candace Valentine here?”

He spoke as if he were genuinely unsure, but his eyes didn’t lie, and his stare never wavered from Candy.

She raised her hand to shoulder level and returned his gaze and smile before walking towards him with an unconscious feminine strut. Her chest was fluttering rapidly as she approached. Was a male doctor about to examine her lady parts?

The doctor extended his right hand, and his high-pitched voice came out softer and quieter, “Good to meet you, I’m Doctor Brandon. Are she/her pronouns okay for you, or do you identify with something different?”

Candy lifted her tiny hand with her long, cheap acrylics, and Brandon enveloped her in an extremely gentle handshake. His skin was soft, but his hands were much larger than hers. His smile widened into something more friendly, and Candy felt her misgivings melting away. He was giving off good vibes, and she was heartened by his gentle touch and gender-conscious sensitivity. Of course, it was blatant based on multiple highly visible biological factors that Candy was female, and it was obvious that she identified as a woman based on multiple social and behavioral markers. But Candy figured it was still nice for him to ask and ensure she was comfortable. 

She responded demurely, “You can, like, call me Candy, and she/her is fine.”

He released her hand and adjusted his glasses before speaking, “Okay then, Candy. I’ll be conducting your examination today. If you’d like another woman in the room, I can get a nurse to join us. My goal is to keep you as comfortable as possible, and I won’t be offended in the slightest.”

Candy rested her hands on her hips and shook her head. “Um, no, I think I should be good. You’re a doctor and everything, right?”

Brandon chuckled lightly, “Yes, ma’am, I am. Just let me know if you change your mind, okay? Now follow me to the exam room, and we’ll get you into a gown.”

He turned and led Candy down a carpeted hallway. The walls were strangely narrow, and Candy’s heeled feet echoed dully on the thin carpet as she followed closely behind. Brandon stopped at a wooden door just beyond the line of sight of the waiting room and opened it with a mild *creak*. Candy quietly thanked him and stepped through the threshold. The interior of the room was illuminated with sanitized white light. It was probably the smallest exam room Candy had ever seen. One side of the rectangular space contained a collection of wooden cabinets, a countertop, and a computer, while the opposite wall had two narrow televisions. A hospital bed with attached stirrups barely fit between the walls, and the floor was hard, off-white tiling. The room was claustrophobic, comfortable, and intimate all at the same time.

Candy swept towards the counter with an echoing *click* *click* and set her purse down while Brandon followed closely behind. He retrieved a pink hospital gown with a butterfly pattern from a nearby cabinet and placed it lightly on the bed with a papery crinkle.

He squatted onto a short rolling chair and slid up to the computer before turning and motioning for the bed. “Go ahead and put on the gown, Candy. You can keep your bra and top on if you’d like, but everything below the tummy needs to come off.”

Candy’s positivity faltered, and she fidgeted with the exposed pockets of her daisy dukes. Was Brandon planning to stay in the room while she undressed? That appeared to be the case as he typed away at the keyboard and stared at the computer monitor. Candy hesitated for a few seconds but, ultimately, decided to give Brandon the benefit of the doubt. Unlike her experiences with “Doctor” Sapphire, Brandon appeared to be a legitimate doctor with a clinic and everything. While it seemed a little uncomfortable and unusual, Candy figured if he didn’t turn around and look at her, it didn’t matter if she undressed with him in the room. Besides, he was about to be staring at her exposed vagina to do the exam anyway.

With nowhere to hide in the tiny room, Candy collected the pink butterfly gown and saw the size on the tag read ‘XS.’ Was she really a woman's extra small, or did Brandon just misjudge her size? She shot a quick glance at Brandon to ensure he was still turned away before unbuttoning her daisy dukes and shimmying them down her swollen hips and ass. They dropped to the tiled floor, leaving her standing in a tiny black thong.

Candy peered over her cleavage and saw an itty-bitty triangle of fabric digging into her puffy cleft with the strings riding high on her hips. She grasped the strings and pulled them down, peeling the thong from between her thick, hairless thighs. A viscous string of fluid connected the interior of the underwear to her pussy. She furrowed her brow—she wasn’t even horny; why was she wet? Disregarding the mysterious fluid, Candy un-wedgied the back of the thong from her ass and pooled it atop the daisy dukes.

Now naked from the waist down (except for her heels), Candy checked once again on Brandon, relieved to see the back of his head. Standing in heels with her lower body exposed, upper body still clothed, and a man looming nearby, Candy had a flashback to the previous day in the secluded alley when she was prostituting herself to Deputy Ryan. The exam room was even close to the same size as the alley indent and contained a bed!

Shrugging off the comparisons, Candy unfolded the gown and fished her arms into the holes. She pulled it around her body and struggled with her long nails to tie the string in the back. Once secured, she pulled her curly blonde hair over the collar and let it flow down her back. While the majority of her body fit perfectly in the XS gown, some of her assets were unusually large for her body shape, namely her butt, breasts, and hips. As a result, the gown was stretched tightly in some areas and forced upwards, becoming shorter than it should have been and covering only to the mid-thigh. The length of the garment reminded her of the micro skirt she’d worn yesterday and, once again, reinforced her association between the events. Like yesterday, her snatch was mere inches away from being exposed, and she could feel an inherent vulnerability.

Nonetheless, the gown was on, and Candy was ready for her exam. Brandon, sensing Candy was ready, turned around and gave her a quick once-over. Satisfied, he stood from his chair and nodded towards the bed. “Okay, hop on up and get into the stirrups. I can see in your medical history that you can’t take your heels off without discomfort, so try to fit in the stirrups as best as you can.”

Candy stepped out of the daisy duke and thong puddle around her heels but stopped when Brandon cleared his throat. He pointed to the discarded clothing. “If you don’t mind picking those up, I’d hate to trip on them during the exam.”

Without thinking, Candy nodded and bent at the waist to pick up her clothing. Her silky blonde hair draped across her made-up face, and the pink gown rode up her matronly hips. Her sticky, glistening womanhood was completely exposed to Brandon between her fat-ass cheeks. Realizing what she was doing, Candy snapped up and pulled the gown down to cover herself while her face blazed red.

Seemingly unfazed, Brandon’s smile didn’t waver, and he held out his hand to take her clothes. Embarrassed, Candy handed them over without question and noticed Brandon’s thumb specifically cinched down directly on the interior triangle of her thong. She wasn’t sure if it was intentional or not. Theoretically, he could have just been grabbing her clothes in the best way possible, but...she couldn’t help but wonder.

When he turned towards the counter, Candy backed against the bed and struggled to lift herself up due to a combination of being both short and weak. She managed to get up by performing a little hop and scooched her butt back to give herself room to lift her legs. Brandon placed her shorts and underwear onto the counter before returning. He pushed his glasses up and watched her closely, ensuring Candy was situated properly in the bed.

Beneath Brandon’s gaze, Candy slowly lifted her legs and opened her thighs, thankful that the limited length of the gown still managed to give her a few seconds of modesty. She rested her heeled feet into the stirrups after repositioning them several times for comfort. It wasn’t perfect, but she knew it would be painful and fruitless to remove her heels. She shifted forward, crinkling the paper, until she was close to the edge of the bed and lifted the hem of the gown to her belly. Cool air caressed her warm genitalia, and a mild chill arced through her body like electricity.

Candy felt the mysterious sticky fluid clinging to her pussy lips, and the realization suddenly struck her: she hadn’t fully cleaned out Deputy Ryan’s semen! Her suspicion was confirmed when the stench of unwashed vagina mixed with stale cum wafted from between her legs. Before she could reconsider the exam, Dr. Brandon snapped on latex gloves and wheeled between her splayed legs. She tensed up as his gaze rested clinically on her most intimate parts.

Brandon leaned forward and squinted his eyes quizzically. Candy’s cheeks burned red; there was no way he didn’t know the origin of the foreign bodily fluid.

He spoke with a muted, professional tone, “I see you weren’t lying on your prescreening questionnaire. You had unprotected vaginal sex less than a day ago, correct?”

Candy turned her head in shame while responding in a whisper, “Um...Y-yes.”

Brandon nodded before swiping a gloved finger through her sticky labia. Candy gasped lightly with surprise but kept her head turned to the side. He rubbed his fingers together, testing the viscosity, and shifted in his rolling chair.

“And I understand you aren’t taking any birth control or using protection?” He asked.

Candy responded quietly, practically talking directly into her silky blonde curls, “No, I—um, I’m not, like, on any birth control or anything...”

Brandon let out a thoughtful *hmm* and sniffled before shifting in the chair once again.

“Just a friendly heads up,” He started, “Your questionnaire indicates your last period was approximately two weeks ago, so you’re in the most fertile part of your cycle. I don’t know if you’re trying to get pregnant, but having unprotected sex with a male while ovulating is a pretty good way to do it. Additionally, leaving your partner’s seminal fluid inside yourself only increases the odds even further.”

Candy’s chest fluttered and her breathing quickened. P-pregnancy?? Her eyes widened, and she turned her attention back to Brandon.

Her breathy, valley girl soprano was louder now, swollen with concern. “B-but I can’t, like, get pregnant for real, right? I’m sorta too young for that stuff, aren’t I?”

Brandon pivoted and retrieved a metal apparatus from the counter and shook his head. “On the contrary, Candy, you’re a fully developed female in the prime of her breeding years. At least, as far as biology is concerned.”

He pivoted back, holding a metal speculum.

The bizarre feeling of not belonging washed over Candy once again. She REALLY felt like she couldn’t get pregnant. She stared between her wide-open legs at her puffy, yielding slit while Brandon fiddled with the speculum. As far as the picture in front of her was concerned, there was no reason she should feel this way. However, despite a dozen memories of previous OBGYN visits, despite countless memories of periods come and gone, despite a whole history of female-coded socialization—Candy just couldn’t get it out of her head that deep down pregnancy wasn’t possible for her.

Whether it was to reassure herself, convince herself, or trick herself, Candy spoke quickly, “I, uh, I kinda don’t think I can get pregnant.”

Brandon licked his lips and held the speculum aloft. His brow furrowed in confusion as he responded, “I don’t mean to argue with you, Miss Valentine, but, respectfully, your file shows you’ve had four abortion procedures since turning 15, so unless something significant has changed, I’ll have to disagree with your assessment of your breeding capabilities.”

Candy squeezed her eyes shut and winced as memories pulsated in her brain. The first time was shortly before she turned 16. She remembered being so scared, so unsure. She was strapped in stirrups with her mother sitting next to her. Linda droned on and on with the doctor about her daughter’s sexual proclivities and expressed her lack of surprise that she was pregnant at such a young age. The ensuing police investigation was even more traumatizing. New memories of a police detective questioning Candy about the identity of the father flooded in and merged with her already established slutty high school background. The line blurred between truth and fiction; any one of her ‘boyfriends’ could be the father! Her second, third, and fourth abortions were much easier, but memories of the first one were so vivid that Candy’s confusion and misgivings about her own fertility faded. Of course she could get pregnant! Her hyper-feminine body had proven that four separate times!

Candy sighed into the ceiling, “Uh huh, that makes sense. I sorta, like, forgot about all that.”

Brandon shifted in his chair once again and coughed loudly. From the corner of her vision Candy could see the doctor was struggling with his pants. Choosing to ignore his odd behavior, Candy kept her eyes on the ceiling lights, parsing through the newest additions to her persona.

Brandon suddenly reached his empty hand down to Candy’s exposed clit and began to lightly pinch it. She gasped and shot wide eyes to the doctor, who wore a professional, muted expression.

He spoke in a clinical, mildly authoritative tone. “Natural lubrication makes the procedure much less painful if you’ll be so kind, Miss Valentine. I can stimulate you if you’d like, or you can do it yourself.”

Was...was that how it worked? Candy remembered a dozen prior OBGYN visits, but the details were a little...hazy. Brandon’s fingers continued to rub her clit, and it felt...good. GREAT, actually! Candy wanted to call him out as a creep and a rapist, but he was a doctor. He was clinical. He was professional. He was the authority in the room. Was he right? Could she really contradict a doctor about doctor things? She could clearly tell this was not Brandon’s first time fingering a patient, as he mixed the perfect combination of motion and gentle force. Candy relaxed her muscles and widened her legs just a little more to lean into the experience. What was the harm anyway? If he’s good at it, she may as well enjoy the experience and have an easier exam to boot!

Brandon took her relaxation as an invitation, and his offhand probed her opening with a curious finger. Candy closed her eyes and imagined she was being fingered by Logan. She giggled and pictured his dark, confident, dominating smile while Brandon swirled her clit and pistoned her vagina. Heat and arousal mounted between Candy’s open legs as fantasy Logan unclasped his belt and dropped his pants to the floor. The outline of his incredible manhood snaked down his leg, constrained tightly in compression boxers. Her hands explored her body while horny lightning flowed in her veins. Scooping her hands into her thin top, Candy found her rock-hard nipples and squeezed and fondled them lightly. Fantasy Logan simultaneously fingered her and nibbled on her nipples until she tore his shirt away, revealing a glistening, black six-pack. Candy stifled a moan, and her hips undulated involuntarily as the heavy scent of female arousal wafted from her dripping pussy.

Just as she was cresting an orgasm, Candy yelped when the cold metal speculum was suddenly thrust into her well-lubricated snatch. She opened her eyes and looked over the hard nipples tenting her blouse to see Brandon’s stoic, emotionless stare, which was still planted firmly between her legs. He flicked his vision up to meet hers and gave her a quick thumbs up. She took shallow, quick breaths and relaxed against the bed, fanning herself with her long acrylics. Candy could feel the metal apparatus occupying space inside her, almost like a cold tampon. She continued to catch her breath as she got used to the presence of the tool. Brandon then carefully turned the speculum until it was aligned horizontally and methodically twisted the bolt, slowly opening it wider and wider. When it was just starting to become decidedly uncomfortable, the ratcheting stopped.

Candy glanced down to examine herself as cold air rolled into her gaping, aroused vagina ratcheted open with a metal speculum. She couldn’t see inside from her vantage point but knew there was nothing left to the imagination for Brandon.

Brandon kept a clinical, muted expression on his face, but, once again, his eyes didn’t lie. They were planted firmly between Candy’s legs, opened slightly too wide, and twinkled with the unmistakable inklings of lust.

He gulped and spoke slowly, clearly trying to downplay his arousal, “Your exterior female genital structures look well formed and normal.” He craned his neck a little closer. “And your vaginal canal and cervix appear healthy as well. No sign of cervical lesion or swelling.”

Brandon scooched the wheeled stool even closer until Candy could feel his hot breath lapping against her still slick folds. She panted faintly and remained still, though the snapping of latex immediately drew her attention.

Brandon quickly discarded his latex gloves onto the counter and focused back on the vulnerable pussy in front of him. He tugged at the speculum, and it slipped out with a soft *squealch*, the shiny metal smeared with clear, viscous fluid. Her empty vagina felt…empty. Candy squirmed from the now neglected, yearning heat building in her genitals. 

Brandon met her gaze and smiled warmly before speaking softly, “Don’t worry, Miss Valentine, I’m just to the ‘hands-on’ portion of your pelvic exam. I’m sure you’re aware, but it’s common practice to remove any unnecessary layers to ensure the highest quality palpation. I’d hate to have a rubber glove prevent me from feeling something concerning within your anatomy, wouldn’t you agree?”

Candy averted her gaze to think. He thought she was squirming because she was uncomfortable with his gloveless hands! Was...was this how pelvic exams were performed? She tried to remember her last OBGYN visit, but it was all...fuzzy. It was like she could remember being there, but not really BEING there. She returned her eyes to Brandon, who waited respectfully. He was a doctor...she was in a doctor’s office...if he was telling her something, why SHOULDN’T she believe him? Besides, she needed this exam to go smoothly to get her onto Logan’s movie set! She couldn’t let a routine pelvic exam spook her away from her destiny!

With her mind made up, Candy nodded and relaxed her legs to allow easier access. Brandon fought off a perverted grin before reaching his fingers beneath Candy’s scrunched-up gown. She inhaled sharply as his bare finger stroked against her glistening lower lips.

He spoke quietly and clinically. It almost sounded like he was describing Candy’s body to somebody else: “Subject’s labia minora and majora are both pink and healthy.” A soft sloshing sounded from his finger as he traced up her gaping sex. “Subject is highly reactive to touch stimuli; arousal fluid has proper consistency, color, and odor.” He swiped his finger up, eliciting another soft sloshing sound and a gasp from Candy as his sticky finger rubbed against her throbbing clit. “Subject’s clitoris appears engorged due to arousal but well within normal parameters.”

Brandon’s fingers once again started swirling gently around Candy’s clitoris. She laid her head back, shut her eyes, and panted into the ceiling, feeling a wave of horny energy surging down her legs and cascading through her body. She barely stifled a moan when his second hand began exploring her exposed inner walls while the first continued playing with her clit.

Candy’s painted toenails scrunched in her cheap heels still resting in the stirrups as Brandon’s clinical voice made more observations, “Subject’s vaginal canal is soft, pink, and healthy. Remnants of seminal fluid are still present from a previous sexual encounter.”

Brandon quickly repositioned his hand, leaving his thumb to rhythmically flick her sopping bean while his other fingers rested against her lower abdomen. Meanwhile, his long, bare finger probed deeper between her pussy lips. Candy took shallow breaths and snaked her delicate hands beneath her top. She lightly cupped her heavy tits before migrating upwards. Her wide areola gave way to rock-hard nipples that blatantly pressed into the thin top. She let out a soft moan as her acrylic-covered fingers went to work pinching and tugging gently at her nipples. Candy’s mind swam with fantasies of a naked Logan fingering her and preparing her for his swinging black cock.

Brandon curled his buried finger against Candy’s cervix while pressing on her abdomen, eliciting a sharp inhale. He mumbled, ”Cervical os is closed without discharge with no observed abnormal lesions.”

Digging deeper, he worked to slow his breathing, which had noticeably quickened. “The uterus has normal mobility.” He then wriggled his finger around, sending a wave of heat blasting up Candy’s breasts. “Firm, smooth, and anteverted. All perfectly standard and normal.”

He shifted his finger around and palpated once again. “Subject’s ovaries are normal. Size, firmness, and mobility are all textbook female anatomy. No palpable adnexal mass or tenderness whatsoever.”

Something deep in Candy’s horny mind stirred, and the fantasy of confident, naked Black men fingering her wavered. Something about having her genitals referred to as ‘textbook female anatomy’ was...weird. She kept her eyes closed and stared into the swirling darkness of her eyelids. Her pinching, tugging fingers stopped their work, and she furrowed her brow. She was a female and had normal female anatomy, right? Why did that suddenly sound so strange? Doctor Brandon had touched each of her internal parts and verified they were all exactly as expected. So...why did some deep part of her brain resent his words?

As she attempted to pinpoint and explore this stubborn resistance, Candy’s thoughts were scattered, and her eyes burst open with surprise as Brandon suddenly surged forward and wrapped his arms around her thick thighs. 

He panted rapidly. His hot breath blew against her folds, and his voice was full of arousal: “D-direct oral intervention is necessary for the good of the patient.”

Without warning, Brandon buried his face into Candy’s hairless cunt, and she gasped into the ceiling as his warm tongue massaged her sensitive clit and he started eating her out. Any misgivings in her brain about being female were instantly replaced with images of Logan’s tongue plunging wildly between her legs. Her painted toes curled even harder in her heels, and her hands returned to tweak her nipples as a tidal wave of pleasure burst from between her legs.

Brandon slurped loudly, his tongue becoming a living articulation of his lust. Like an excited puppy, he lapped wildly at Candy’s pearl while his chin squished gently against her labia. As she was already horny from before, as her mind was filled with fantasies of dark men, as she was actively receiving head, and as she was fondling and squeezing her tits just right—it was no wonder that it took less than a minute for Candy to approach an orgasm.

“Oh, M-Master, like, f-fuck me!” Candy screamed into the ceiling. Her girly high pitch echoed in the small room and flooded into the hallway.

An orgasmic warmth exploded across Candy’s body, and her legs began quivering uncontrollably. She tossed her head to the side, causing long blonde curls to fall into her vision. 

Brandon suddenly pulled his face away and grunted, “O-oral treatment is insufficient, direct genital in-intervention is appropriate.”

Brandon’s words, alongside the sound of a belt being removed and a zipper going down, barely registered to Candy, who was riding high on waves of orgasmic lightning. Her half-lidded gaze flicked up to Brandon, and she saw a ravenous grin through a curtain of blonde hair. His lips, chin, and jaw gleamed with girl cum as he positioned his hips between her shaking thighs, anchored himself around her legs, and thrust forward.

Whether it was the...limited length of his manhood or the fact that Candy’s lower body had gone almost completely numb while wracked with pleasure, she barely felt Brandon’s dick, which was plunging into her like a tiny jackhammer. Strangely, she felt his wispy pubic hair scratch lightly against her hairless mound more than anything else. So light, in fact, that it tickled, and, in her hazy descent from Mt. Climax, Candy let out a breathy giggle.

Brandon paused momentarily, then grunted and picked up his pace while sputtering, “S-Subject appears amused and ba-barely seems to r-register quality cop-copulation!

The increase in pace only tickled Candy more, and her breathy giggle intensified before giving way to an animalistic moan, which shattered loudly into the ceiling. She was experiencing another (unexpected) orgasm! She absentmindedly ran her long acrylics through her hair and stretched as her body rocked in time with Brandon’s thrusts, and her tongue lolled lazily from her mouth. Though she wasn’t interested in Asian guys, and Brandon’s penis was small, Candy had to admit he made up for it with speed and enthusiasm! 

His tan hands squished tightly into her bountiful, milky thighs while his hips bounced against hers. It lasted another few seconds before he threw back his head and buried himself to the hilt while groaning into the ceiling. Candy’s giggles quieted as she felt a familiar warmth spreading in her vagina. She lifted her head and glanced past her tits and bunched-up gown just as Brandon withdrew his softening, yet glistening, cock. A stream of sticky cum trailed from the lips of her freshly fucked cunt down to her asshole until finally pooling on the crinkly paper.

Brandon fought to catch his breath while covering himself with his underwear and zipping up his pants. He adjusted his glasses and wiped his still shiny chin with the sleeve of his lab coat.

He cleared his throat and spoke as professionally as he could while turning his attention to the nearby computer and acting as if nothing unusual had happened. “That concludes the exam. You can go ahead and, uh, clean yourself.” He tossed a handful of paper towels towards Candy without looking, then continued, “You can also get dressed and remove the gown. You appear to be in excellent reproductive health. I’ll be sure to let your prospective employer know just how...healthy you are.”

Candy lifted her heels from the stirrups and slowly sat up while closing her legs. She snagged the paper towels and gingerly dabbed between her legs, scooping and scraping the cooling semen as best as she could. It was a mess!

When the usefulness of the paper towels had been exhausted, Candy sat upright and slid off the hospital bed, landing on her heels. Her ass scraped against the pool, and she was left with a decidedly wet lower body from her thighs to her ass. The stench of copulation wafted heavily from between her legs. She pressed her thighs together, tightened her snatch, and waddled to the counter, concerned that more of Brandon’s seed would leak out and get everywhere. For his part, Brandon didn’t acknowledge her at all and stared forward with a muted expression.

Candy reached the counter and grabbed another paper towel from the dispenser. She opened her legs and relaxed her pussy, letting Brandon’s milky stream collect into the paper before wiping it and picking up her thong. The skimpy, black triangle of fabric had a noticeable, crusty stain in the crotch area. Candy now knew it was from the remnants of Deputy Ryan’s semen. She stepped into the thong and slid it up her legs, watching the stain press directly against her sticky. She knew Brandon’s cum would continue seeping out and deepen the crusty stain, mixing with Deputy Ryan’s DNA, but it was better than going commando. The strings of the underwear rode high on her hips and remained visible even when she slipped the daisy dukes up her legs. She had to hop a few times to squeeze into the tiny shorts, as her hips and ass were a little too big.


With her clothing in place, Candy struggled out of her gown and tossed it onto the counter before pulling her curly, blonde hair behind her narrow shoulders. She drew a deep breath and ran her hands down her curves, savoring the continued afterglow. Noticing that Brandon was too mortified to acknowledge her, Candy stepped forward and bent down.

She cooed into his ear through her thick, painted lips, “Thanks for the, like, exam, doc.”

Brandon’s cheeks flushed, and he nodded towards the computer screen. A sly little smirk curled the corner of his lips, but his expression was otherwise blank. Candy shouldered her purse strap and strutted back to the narrow hallway and out to the waiting room.
The receptionist stood next to another employee behind the desk. They spoke to one another in hushed tones. Two older women waiting in the waiting room chairs did the same thing. When Candy emerged, all four sets of eyes found her, and they instantly became silent. They shot her knowing glances. It seemed that her pleasured screams and moans gave a certain impression. They all knew she had just come from a gyno appointment and had an explosive orgasm courtesy of her screams and passionate moans. They probably figured she had pleasured herself after the exam, as none of them believed the quiet, professional doctor Brandon was capable of such debauchery. The fact that he stayed relatively quiet with his own orgasm and nobody heard him make any noise just further cemented that Candy’s climax was a solo act. 

But, instead of feeling embarrassed, Candy felt invigorated. She figured the jealous old bitches hadn’t had any action in years.

The receptionist cleared her throat and chirped, “You’re all set, Miss Valentine. Have a good day!”

“Um, like, you too.” Candy responded plainly.

She swayed through the waiting room, feeling the judgmental stares of the old women, especially when the unmistakable odor of sex followed in her wake. They saw her tiny daisy dukes, her thong straps, her high heels, her tramp stamp, her erect nipples, and her garish makeup—they heard her orgasmic cries, they smelled her stinky cum-filled snatch, and they probably came to the conclusion she was some sort of slut. Candy shrugged it off; they could think whatever they wanted to!

Once in the parking lot, Candy hopped into her mother’s Windstar and took a long drink of pink water, savoring the liquid in her mouth and the welcome flash of black cock in her brain. With the exam out of the way, she was one step closer to being a movie star!

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