Indian teen girl requests doctor to fuck her and make her pregnant

Title: “Busty Bhabhi’s Desperate Defloration”

In the pulsating heart of Mumbai, a young Indian girl named Priya sat anxiously in her doctor’s waiting room, fidgeting with the hem of her salwar kameez. At just 18, Priya was already a ripe, juicy mango – busty and beautiful, with skin the color of freshly brewed coffee and eyes that sparkled like black diamonds. Her slender, dancer’s body was a tantalizing contrast to her ample assets, which strained against the thin cotton of her blouse.

Priya had a burning problem, and it wasn’t just the 40-degree heat. She needed release, a relief for the pent-up sexual energy fizzing through her young blood like soda-pop. Her hormones were raging, her nipples were always erect, and her pussy was a persistent, stubborn ache. She needed a man, a father figure, to put her in her place and satisfy her cravings. And she needed it now.

After a too-long wait, the receptionist finally called Priya into the doctor’s office. “Dr. Singh will see you now,” she said primly, averting her eyes from Priya’s “accidentally” unbuttoned top as she ushered the girl inside.

Dr. Arjun Singh was a stout, middle-aged man with a penchant for retiiring early on Fridays and a particular fetish for his patients’ pliant teenaged daughters. He looked up from his desk as Priya entered, eyeing her like a snake spotting aansi.

“Ah, Priya beta,” he said silkily, standing up to greet her. “What brings you to see me today?”

Priya cheeks burned as she stepped closer, her eyes darting to the bulge in his pants. “It’s just… I’ve been feeling really… uncomfortable lately,” she stuttered. “Down there.”

Dr. Singh’s eyes narrowed as he gestured for her to sit on the bed. “I see,” he purred. “Show me where it hurts, beta.”

Priya obediently hiked up her salwar and pulled down her panties, exposing her smooth brown mound. It glistened with her arousal, the thick folds dewy and inviting. Dr. Singh leaned in, his heavy breathing hot on her skin as he “examined” her delicate petals.

“It does look rather inflamed,” he said authoritatively, his fingers swiping through her slick heat. “I may need to perform a more… thorough inspection to determine the cause.”

Priya whimpered as he probed her tight entrance, his resolve dissolving like a cube of jaggery on her tongue. “Please, doctor,” she begged. “I need you to…to fuck me. Fill me up and make me forget about the pain.”

Dr. Singh’s eyes widened in shock – or was it lust? – but Priya’s urgent plea quickly erased any hesitation. In one swift motion, he unzipped his trousers and freed his thick, ruddy cock. It stood at attention, a pillar of manhood that made Priya’s mouth water.

“Is this really what you want, my dear?” he asked, fisting his shaft slowly. “To be fucked like a cheap whore?”

“Yes!” Priya cried, spreading her thighs wider. “I want you to ruin me, doctor. I want you to break me and make me yours.”

With a primal growl, Dr. Singh mounted her, sinking his hard cock into her virgin tightness in one brutal thrust. Priya howled in pain and pleasure, her back arching off the bed as he split her open.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunted, starting up a relentless pace. “Scream for me, slut. Let everyone know who’s fucking you.”

Priya shrieked as he pistoned into her, his girthy rod stretching her beyond her limit. Pain and pleasure blurred together until she was reduced to a quivering, babbling mess. “Yes, yes, harder! Ruin my pussy!” she wailed.

Dr. Singh grunted, plunging deeper and hitting her cervix with every brutal thrust. “Take it all, you filthy little bitch. I’m going to impregnate you, make your slutty womb swell with my seed.”

Hot flashes of ecstasy shot through Priya as she felt his cock throb inside her, painting her insides white with his thick, potent cum. Her pussy clenched, milking him for every last drop as she came undone, squirting all over his drilling cock and balls.

“Fuck, yes,” Priya moaned, still rocking her hips as he softened inside her. “Fill me up, doctor. I want your baby.”

Dr. Singh smirked, pulling out and admiring his handiwork. Priya’s cunt was a wrecked, gaping hole, oozing with his creamy essence. He rubbed it into her skin like expensive lotion.

“There,” he said smugly. “You’re mine now, Priya. No one else will satisfy you like I do.”

Priya nodded dumbly, still in a haze of satiety. “Yes, doctor. I’m yours.”

And so began their sordid affair, a weekly rendezvous filled with forbidden fucking and complicit cuckolding. Priya’s belly soon began to swell with Dr. Singh’s bastard baby, her skin like polished mahogany stretched taut over her growing womb. She glowed with the wicked pleasure of being so thoroughly used.

Rumors began to circulate about the buxom teenager’s condition, but Priya just smiled enigmatically. Let them gossip. She knew her doctor was the only one who could truly quench the raging fire in her loins.

And as she lay in a puddle of their combined juices after one particularly intense session, Priya purred with satisfaction. She had found her purpose – to be Dr. Singh’s very own, personalized fuck toy. A pastime to occupy his idle hours and satisfy his deviant desires. And she couldn’t wait for what the future held.