3 comments/ 76957 views/ 1 favorites The Doctor Is Willing By: magichandslee For those of you who followed my husbands work, (magichands) you know he is gone from us now. I wrote a few stories with a lot of his help. Now I write my own tales. When a person lives with a mate day in and day out, then you get to know them pretty well. At least one would think so. But it always amazed me how little, even in a very close relationship, one really knows. I have always been exhibitionist in nature, but Ted and I lived together for years before he ever knew. At the same time, he liked the idea of other men looking at me, it seemed to turn him on. For years, neither one of us ever brought those desires out into the open. One day at a picnic, I accidentally flashed the whole party, it was funny, but exciting. So much so that I lost control and ended up having my first affair. But lots happened before that that I never mentioned to my husband. I had started out my career as an accountant, but my love was nursing. I switched after a few years, and attended nursing school. The reason was I really was excited at the idea of being able to look at and touch men's genitals, all open and above board, no stigma, no danger. After I graduated, and went to work for a local HMO doing a health appraisal program, opportunities were everywhere! I had my own office, and Dan, the other nurse on duty handled most of the females while I handled most of the men. There was a solid string of them every day, all sizes, shapes, and colors. I loved being able to tell them to drop their pants and turn their head and cough while I felt them all over. The uncircumsized ones were the most fun, I would reach out and grasp them in my hand, and slowly roll their foreskin back. Almost without fail, they would begin to stiffen in my hand. This would be followed by them turning red and getting flustered. I would just give them a squeeze and a stroke or two, telling them it was all right, perfectly normal reaction. More than once I would need to take a break and go masturbate to get myself under control. I got bolder as time went on, sometimes if I had a patient that I found attractive, and he didn't seem to mind my attentions, I would spend quite a bit of time "inspecting". One patient really started me to looking for clients to give extra attention to. He came in and I did the usual, then asked him to drop his pants. He seemed really hesitant, so I told him to "Hurry up!" I had other patients waiting, using my firmest "in charge" voice. Finally he did, and out sprang this beautiful penis, hard as a rock! Now this was rare, I was used to seeing half hard, and even to feeling them begin to swell in my hand, but this guy was roaring! I glanced at his face, he was around 30 and cute, face as red as a beet! "Relax!" I managed to stammer, also mumbling something about "Perfectly normal reaction!" I was lying, there wasn't anything normal about this thing, it was a good 9 inches long and sticking straight up! I reached out and grasped him, even forgetting my latex glove, and I leaned over to take a good look. That was all it took, he erupted, spraying cum all over my face and the front of my uniform. Now he was REALLY embarrassed, I reached for some tissue and cleaned myself as best I could. Then I wiped him clean, noticing that he had gone completely limp. He was mumbling "sorry!" over and over. I just smiled at him, and asked him if he had a premature ejaculation problem. Shamefaced, he admitted he did. "It is always the same, I go off before I can even get started!" he said. "Well, let's see what we can do!" I said, reaching for his soft cock. I took it in my hands and began to work it, rewarded in just a few seconds with a glimmering of arousal. All the time I was explaining to him that this wasn't a sign of weakness, it was a sign of extreme virility. I kept working, he got firmer, finally I had him up to around 75% of his full length. Then I tripped a couple of buttons on my blouse, past the top of my bra. "I shouldn't do this, but maybe it will help!" I told him. "Just relax and go with it!" I managed to stammer, feeling my panties begin to wet at what I was doing. Then I leaned forward, and took him in my mouth, he came right up almost instantly! I knew he could see down my blouse, my nipples were peeking just out of the tops of the cups. I hunched my shoulders forward a bit, enough to allow the front of my bra to fall away from my breasts. Now I knew that they were completely in view. "See?" I said, leaning back. "I am going to go ahead and make you climax now!", using my best professional manner. Like sure, I was way past professional already. I kept up the firm strokes, feeling him build, then he exploded all over me again. "Damn!" I thought, "Now I am going to have to change outfits.! He was thanking me, I explained to him it was "Just a treatment", he would need more. I gave him my direct office line, and told him to call in a week. meanwhile, I told him to teach his wife what to do, it was easy! I sat there in my office for several minutes, horny as it is possible to be. My thoughts were interrupted by the receptionist knocking on my door. I had her wait a moment, and reached under my skirt and pulled off my panties, they were wet and uncomfortable. Then I told her to go ahead and send in the next patient. Another man, another penis, I wondered what it would look and feel like? Lee The Doctor Is Willing Again I am a 51 year old female Doctor, working doing Health Appraisals for a local HMO. My late husband wrote a lot of stories, I really never did much. But for some reason, since his passing, I find myself writing almost as much as he did! Ted always told me to "write like you are telling a story", I learned quickly what he meant. But he also told me to "keep them as close to true as you can" because otherwise they wouldn't be believable. He was right about that, too. One recent story I added an entire year between incidents, when in fact it was only a couple of weeks. Now why would I do that? The first story about Norman was true, he was darned sick when I saw him in my office. Yet I dated him just a couple of weeks later, in the story I made it a year later. In retrospect, I realize my upbringing, and what people would think do matter! I simply didn't want readers, even strangers, to think I was a slut. Even worse, I was not being true to Ted. That all combined to almost become a tragedy as I went into a Manic mode and depression. I finally got smart, combined with my late husband's voice (Real? In my head? I don't know.) and took the medicine Sally, my Boss at the office prescribed for me. So I lied, and when I reread the stories, I realized they sounded funny, at least to me. I guess I am still learning as a writer. But I got up early this morning, bored, and an incident just a few days ago was fresh in my mind. There was a young man who came into my office not too long ago, when I went to check for Hernia, he was already erect. And when I leaned down to inspect his genitals, he exploded in my face! He was mortified, no control, the problem was obvious. A prime example of Premature Ejaculation! Since I am a Doctor, I know that often this can be relieved by the male's partner, all they need do is take that in stride and keep on going, there nearly always is a second shot in there!! If so, then the right approach, the proper use of the mind, can do wonders. So, I reached out and got him hard again, I even went a little over the top and let him peek at my little titties as a stimulous! It worked! The problem was it got ME all fussed up, I even had to go masturbate to get myself under control! That was one of those events that seem to stick in the mind, I even used it to take care of myself at home a few times, a nice fantasy! But other than that, I really didn't give him much thought at work. Day in day out, one patient after another, the vast majority I simply check out and lecture a bit, and send them home. Every once in awhile, though, one comes in that gets things going. Now one would think that a female Doctor would have no interest at all in sexuality around the office. Let me tell you, from the conversations I hear and have with the other Doctors and the Nurses, nothing is farther than the truth. We sit in our private lounge, conversations go like "That guy had a cock like a horse!" and "She was bouncing so much I almost couldn't keep my fingers in there!" Dan, my office partner, has one beautiful 40ish housewife that comes in every 3 or 4 months. They aren't supposed to but we have ways around that. Those "exams" always seem to go 30-45 minutes, he told me once that she starts to orgasm the second he touches her and never stops! We are taught in school to have a "bedside" manner, this means we have to be able to reach out and grasp a penis, and inspect it closely, then pull on a rubber glove and do a rectal with no reaction. Vaginal exams, bare breasts, good looking patients, erections, all just part of the work! We don't allow our breathing to increase, we are careful to not flush or blush, and the expression never changes, practiced and practiced for many hours in front of a mirror. Do we react, though? Oh God, yes! I have seen more than one Nurse walk calmly but quickly to the staff facilities to take care of themselves. Yes, Male Doctors, too! The front office staff are well aware, too, and if an especially attractive patient comes in, they will allow a bit of extra time during and after the visit, just in case. I do know that Dan, the other Doctor in my section, sometimes rushes off for a few minutes, he did that the other day right after a pretty blonde came in for a physical. He came out of the restroom as I was standing at the counter, looked at me with a grin and whispered "Wow!" in a low voice as he went back to work. I just grinned at him. I guess I know Dan pretty well, and I suppose he knows me, too! He pulled back the screen one day, (a NONO!) around our office, and caught me in a situation with a cute male client. My left hand was on his rigid cock and right index finger up his Rectum, not "exactly" a valid medical prodedure! Well, I am rambling a little, but it keys in, I think. A few days ago, I was looking at the charts for my next patient. I spotted the name, I will call him Tom (I learned my lesson about real names from an earlier story I wrote) I thought, "What is this guy doing back?" since we do Health Appraisals for an HMO, which means every 2-3 years between appointments. We simply refer to whatever medical department is appropriate, it is rare we even do followups. My nurse showed Tom in, I remembered him well, he was my premature ejaculator. "What can I do for you today, Tom?" I asked him, already having a pretty good idea. I looked at him, he was beet red, but he managed to stammer something about, "Trying to teach his girlfriend what I had shown him", and I quickly realized the rest. What is it with some women? So many seem to think that all they have to do is bare a tittie and any male will instantly erect and be raring to go! Then if that doesn't happen, it's "Oh, I don't turn you on!" which quickly makes the situation worse, or they will chastise the man for "not being a real man!" This is frequent enough that many men will approach a female with caution and worry about not being able to perform, and the slightest wrong reaction on the part of the female will end any chance at sex for an evening. The truth is, if a woman reaches out and grabs a completely limp penis and goes for it like it is the most wonderful thing they have ever seen, that thing will most likely come right up! "Well, I had better take a look!" I said handing him a gown. I was already thinking I was going to enjoy this! I stepped out as he changed, told my Nurse to delay the next patient, and went back in. Tom was sitting on the edge of my table, the thin gown over him. I took his blood pressure as a precaution, a bit high but I expected that. I reached down and slid the gown up, exposing his erection. Just like the last time, he was hard as a rock, and it was well on the big side of average, at least 9" big! I knew that just a touch would set him off, so I tried something else. "Turn over and get on your knees!" I commanded him. He complied, turning even redder as the gap in the gown exposed his bare behind. "I am just going to check and see if you have an inflamed Prostate", I lied in my best professional manner. I slipped on a glove and lubed it, then stroked across his Rectum a few times, watching his Penis to see if he ejacualated. He didn't, a good sign. I pressed my index finger in slightly, waiting for the resistance to ease, I felt him relax, then I slid my finger in all the way. Pressing against the gland, I noted a drop of clear fluid come out of the end of his Penis, which had now erected even farther if that was possible. I love to get a man in this position, they are completely in my control at this point! It was starting to affect me, too, I felt the familiar tingling in my loins, and I was careful to control my breath. Then I reached around and grasped him and he shot off, hitting himself in the face with a grunt. "Turnabout is fair play!" I thought with an inner grin, remembering the last visit when he had taken me by surprise just as I had leaned forward. I realized he was looking at me between his legs, trying to see down my blouse. I had both hands occupied, though, no way could I show him anything, really. My left hand was busy stroking his full length as I rapid fired in and out of his anus with my right index finger, he never lost his erection! It was only another minute or so when I watched his testicles snug up and he came again. I kept up the motion with my left hand, and just as he orgasmed, I stopped for an instant, then restarted, squeezing as I did so. He blasted off, actually hitting the curtain on the far end of the table! I kept going as he began to soften, then finally I stopped and withdrew my finger from his behind. Tom turned over and sat on the edge of the table as I tried again to explain to him that his body was normal, he just needed the right partner. As I spoke, I realized he was staring at my breasts. Glancing down, it hit me that my own nipples had hardened so much that they were poking out, the bumps visible even through the blouse and bra I wore. He knew, there was no hiding my exitement. I was wanting to rush off and masturbate, I could feel myself, all puffy between my legs. But I looked down, damned if this guy didn't have another tent in the gown, he was almost erect again! I lifted the gown to take a look, sure enough, he was up, still all slick and shiney. I reached down and grabbed him again, stroking his length, feeling him start to harden even more! Talk about oversexed, even my late husband, who was amazing, needed at least 15 minutes to recover. This guy didn't need any time at all! I continued working him, it was almost a challenge now, I wanted him drained! I leaned forwards to watch, knowing full well that he was getting a peek at my nipples, "somehow" an extra button had come undone. As I got closer, my mouth opened and took him in, I couldn't stop myself! I was sucking and stroking him with my lips, then I felt his hands go down the front of my blouse! I should have stopped him right there, I was now in territory that can get one's picture in the papers! But it was so good, felt so good, it had been so long! His 3rd ejaculation was in my mouth, I came with him at the same time. Finally, we stopped, he stayed limp this time. I gave him a few final strokes, then left the room. I gave myself a nice release in the restroom, then washed up. Tom was just hooking up his belt as I came back in. "I think you are going to be OK," I stammered, lamely. Tom grinned at me, "Can I have your number, Doc?" he asked. My mind was explaining to him that I couldn't do that as I jotted down my home number on the back of one of my cards and handed it to him. He smiled at me and said, "You are one hell of a woman!" then he was gone. I stood there for quite a long time, my mind in turmoil. I knew he would call, I just had no idea at all what my reaction would be when he did! I found out later, my phone was ringing when I walked in the door at home. I heard Tom's voice, he said, "Hi, Lee! Can I have your address?" I simply gave it to him, and hung up the phone. "Best go shower." I thought. The Doctor Is Willing Again Ch. 02 I wasn't going to write this but several asked, so why not? Tom was a patient of mine at the HMO where I work as a Doctor. He had an obvious problem, Premature Ejaculation. Easy enough for me to show him how to solve that, all he really needed was a partner who understood about men! It is surprising how few do, in my experience. One thing led to another, next thing I know he asked for my phone number, and I gave it to him. He was eager, too! My phone was ringing when I walked in the door from work. For some reason, I gave him my address, we made a date. I do believe I have not been thinking very clearly lately. The loss of my husband put me in a state of mind that can best be described as out of control. Inside me is a strong exhibitionistic tendency, that combined with a combination of needing to be in control (domination?) and yet I still respond best to a man who takes control (submissive?)and makes my head spin. I denied all of that for years, pretending I was neither one, just "normal!" "Little girls don't!" Mom would tell me, yet she dated and someimes had a male friend over, that is how I ended up with a brother. It all confused me growing up. I am 51 now, it still all confuses me sometimes. I am slowly becoming to realize that I can only be what I am, nothing more, nothing less. Everything else is pretend, no meaning or reality to it! I was dressed when Tom showed up. I was telling myself "What am I doing?" as I answered the door. Here was this nice looking young man, at least two decades my junior, and I was going on a date! Plus he was a patient, insane stuff! To make matters worse, I had carefully applied my makeup, hair fixed as best as it will look(straight as a string). I slipped on soft beige dress that was cut to just above the knee on one side, the hem lay at an angle, the upper portion made a bra impossible. The cloth was held up by one strap over my right shoulder, it swept across my breasts and around the back, bare to the middle. There was barely enough variation in the pattern to keep my nipples from being clearly visible, in the right light I knew they would be. Tom looked me up and down with a grin, I was surprised, he actually had on a suit and tie! I grabbed a shawl for a wrap against the evening chill, and off we went. The first wrong thing was his car, a pretty blue Chevelle, jacked up in the back with big tires and chrome wheels. I slid in the passenger seat, he started the engine. It was so loud that conversation was impossible, by the time we got downtown to the restaurant my head was ringing. It seemed like everything inside the car shook all over the place, I was already wanting to go home! But we were seated at a nice table, and things settled a bit. He was trying to carry on a conversation, he kept asking me things like, "How long have you been a Doctor?" I did my best to keep it pleasent. I noticed the pained expression on his face as he looked over the menu, the prices were a bit high, there was nothing under $20. I couldn't stand anymore of his questions so I asked him some of his own. It turned out he worked in a shop of some kind. I mentioned kindly that that might come in handy if I ever needed a mechanic. He beamed at that, not knowing that the oldest rig I owned had less than 5000 miles on it. I also noticed he was having a tough time trying to keep from looking at my breasts, so I decided I might as well have some fun. I shifted in my seat and let the material fall away from my chest. This defeats the purpose of the patterns in the cloth, it will become see through with any light behind, and there was! I smiled sweetly as his eyes widened, I like being looked at. I noticed two nice looking men sitting a few feet over to my left were now paying attention, too. I let my shoulder fall forward a bit, the top gapped. I saw them both shift slightly and turn towards me. I knew they both had a clear view inside my top at my bare breast! I felt my nipples begin to crinkle and extend, I just let it happen. Suddenly the waiter appeared over my left shoulder, he also had a clear view, I was being bad! This went on for the entire meal, I had ordered the cheapest thing on the menu, understanding quickly that Tom was short of finances. Finally the meal was done, Tom led me out to his car (if one could call it that). He started the engine, saying something about having "built it himself" as we took off with a roar. I guess he wanted to impress me or something because he was way too heavy on the throttle, demonstrating the power of his creation. I thought about Ted's z06 Corvette sitting in the garage at home, knowing that Ted would drive up alongside this young man's car using just part throttle, then tip on the gas and drive away with ease. AND be quiet in the process! But I let him have his fun. Mercifully, we arrived at my house in one piece. Tom led me to the door, I knew right off he planned on a kiss. I had better planned for him, after all, even with the flaws he was nice...and cute! We got to the door, I gave him my best wicked smile and invited him in. He almost stammered, I got him seated in my living room and served him a glass of soda. "Be right back!" I told him. I went into my bedroom, slipped off the dress and my shoes, I wasn't wearing anything else. I just walked naked back into the living room. Tom looked up, his eyes widened, I thought he was going to choke! "Just sit there!" I ordered. I straddled him, watching his eyes go directly to between my legs. I undid his pants, not even bothering to remove his jacket. He was hard as a rock, I was beginning to think he almost always was! I grabbed him with both hands, he blasted off in just a couple of seconds. I took my sweet time with the second one, it was only a minute or so and he came again. I knew he had more, he was still hard, so I kept right on going. I massaged and played, teasing him as until he finally moaned and let go again, then he went limp. The entire time he stared at my Vagina, I was all puffy myself, I love to play with men! Then his hands came forward and touched me, I allowed it as he worked me with not a lot of skill. But it was effective, I shuddered as I came in a few moments myself. I got up and sat on the couch beside him still completely nude. I explained to him that he was a nice young man, and all he needed to do was find a nice young girl to learn with. "Don't give up because you go off early!" I told him. "Just keep right on going, the right woman won't mind at all!" Yes, the Doctor in me, no doubt about that. "I want to see you again!" he protested, getting my drift. I leaned forwards and kissed him on the forehead. "Not to be!" I said with a smile. "Not to be!" He understood. Finally alone, I thought of what I had just done. A moment of pleasure for me, pleasure for Tom, and a bit of help for him. Some say as a Doctor, I shouldn't do things like this. Society says the same. But I think I helped Tom, in fact, I am completely sure of it! My fine time with my late husband, Ted, taught me a lot. He didn't believe in society's "rules" he believed in the need of human beings. I think Ted was right. Pleasure results in a moment that can be joy, denial can only result in the opposite. If that makes me wrong, then so be it. I am a good person, and I am a GOOD Doctor!