#Babymaker (Baby Crazy 2)

“But why then?” came my plaintive cry. “Why did Mike and Tim have such a hard time? Because Tim’s married now, you know,” I said bitterly. “And they have three kids. Not only that, but his wife’s expecting a fourth. So it must be me.”

This is where Dr. Travis rose. He was so tall that he cast a shadow, that huge form looming in the white jacket.

“Don’t worry, Connie,” he soothed in a low voice, coming around the desk to stand before me. He leaned back against the oak, limbs relaxed, but there was tension and a certain purpose in that cerulean gaze. “From the outside, you look great, but maybe I should do a quick check of the inside to make sure you’re fertile. Does that sound like a plan?”

I gasped.

“Right now? But we’re not in an exam room.”

“It’s okay,” he said smoothly, not moving a centimeter. Your chair is big and comfy, and you can lean back with no problem. Plus, no one’s going to bother us. I locked the door.”

My eyes immediately flashed towards the oaken slab.

“You did?” I whispered.

“Of course,” he said. “All medical consultations are confidential, and we respect a patient’s privacy. So it’s standard practice,” he said smoothly.

I nodded hesitantly, my eyes flickering up to his. Immediately, I was seized by the sense of purpose in Dr. Roman’s gaze. He wanted something and resembled a lion lying in the rushes, stalking an unwitting gazelle. I was that gazelle, munching on grass with no idea that danger was near.

And yet, it was exciting and thrilling because every one of my senses was titillated. Electricity hummed in the air between us like a live wire that was already beginning to crackle. That big body held me in a trance, beckoning to the woman within, and I nodded breathlessly.

“Okay,” I said on a whisper. “What do I need to do?”

His smile grew broad, white teeth flashing.

“Just lean back a little,” he said. “Get yourself comfortable and put your feet up here,” he said, patting the edge of his desk.

I hesitated for a moment. The desk was made of mahogany, polished to a gleam. It must have cost thousands of dollars, and I felt bad putting my feet up on something so expensive.

But Dr. Roman read my mind.

“Don’t worry,” he said smoothly. “Lean back in your chair and put your feet up. This is standard practice.”

Taking a deep breath, I obeyed. My chair had a high back with wings, so I grabbed both arms and slowly levered myself backwards until I was leaning at a forty-five degree angle. Then slowly, I brought my legs up until my Mary Janes were perched on the lip of the desk.

“Perfect,” rumbled Dr. Roman with a satisfied look on his face. “Now sweetheart, the first thing we usually check are breasts because there are certain signs that indicate fertility. But since we’re doing it quick and dirty tonight, I’m going to go straight for an internal exam. Is that okay?”

I flushed.

“What do you mean?” was my stammer. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

He smiled soothingly.

“What I mean is that you need to pull your skirt up like so,” he said, reaching for the hem of my outfit, “and then I’ll need to slide your panties down and just take a peek inside.”

“Really?” was my gasp.

He cocked his head.

“Haven’t you been to the gynecologist before?” he asked with a frown. “Don’t you get a pap smear every year where they swab your cervix?”

I started to nod but then shook my head slowly.

“I’ve been a little behind on my doctor’s appointments, so I haven’t been in a while,” was my embarrassed confession. “The last time I went was probably at the University Health Center, back when I was an undergrad.”

Dr. Roman nodded soothingly.

“It’s okay,” he said. “I’m just going to take a look. Nothing’s going to hurt, and see?” he said, holding up the tube in his hand. “I’ve got the medical grade lube that will help you relax.”

I wasn’t sure what was in the tube, but the sight of his compelling gaze made me go weak inside.

“Okay,” I whispered. “Let’s give it a try then. I’m ready.”

And with slow fingers, the doctor reached for the edge of my loose skirt.

“Good,” he said with a satisfied smile, eyes still blazing. “Relax sweetheart. Like I said, it’s not going to hurt.”

And slowly, the material crept upwards. Oh god, I almost died. My thighs are thick and meaty, and as he exposed them, another flush ran down my chest, centering in my pussy. My eyes darted up to his, chest tight.

“Is everything okay, Doctor?” I asked. “Does everything look okay?”

He nodded, eyes fixed on the creamy flesh that was slowly being revealed.

“Everything’s perfect,” he rumbled. “Not a thing out of place so far.”

And finally, the skirt was bunched around my waist, just a tiny pair of pink panties shielding my sweetness. Oh my god, this was so embarrassing because Dr. Roman’s nostrils twitched. My cunt was already beginning to run, and he could smell the female musk in the air.