0 comments/ 132524 views/ 19 favorites My Favorite Doctor By: Suesse Sitting down in the waiting room next to an old lady reading a magazine, I looked at my watch. 3:30pm. Leaning against the back of the chair, I tried to relax from a long and busy day at work but this now was my first visit and I could not get myself to be calm. Flipping through magazines would not help, I knew, so I stood up and walked around the waiting room, looking at some of the paintings on the wall as I went. A colleague had given me the phone number of a gynecologist she said she had gone to for years. The topic had come up a few weeks ago when I mentioned over lunch that I didn't go for a checkup in years since the thought of spreading my legs for a man I did not know freaked me out each time I even thought about it. So here I was, waiting to be seen by a female gynecologist, and when my name was called and I made my way down the hallway to her room, I wondered why I did not feel better now that I wasn't about to take my clothes off in front of a male doctor. When she reached out across her desk to take my hand into hers to shake it, while giving me a very warm smile, I felt a little better. The first ten minutes were spent with asking and answering routine questions about my age, menstruation, etc. I was answering mechanically, having gone over these things so many times, and found myself looking at my new doctor with increasing interest. She seemed to be in her late thirties. Her eyes were of a rich hazel color and matched her beautiful curly long brown hair that was held back loosely by a white satin band. I could not detect any makeup on her face. Instead, her lips were of a deep natural red, and every so often she licked slightly across them with her tongue, leaving them shiny and inviting. I straightened myself in the chair across from her but could not shake off my thoughts. My eyes traveled down her long and slender neck, across her pale yellow blouse, to her hands resting on the keyboard on her desk. She had long fingers and before I could prevent it, I started wondering how those fingers might feel examining my pussy. When I followed her to the examination chair, I noticed she was quite tall, maybe even a few inches taller than me. When I stood next to her, looking at the chair, she could sense my uneasiness. 'Why don't you just remove your shoes and panties? You can simply hike up your skirt when it is time to sit down.' She gave me a reassuring smile when I had place my black panties on a stool close by. 'Now let's look at your breasts first.' And, standing right in front of me, she raised her hands to my satin blouse and opened the delicate buttons one by one, starting from the top. I pulled the bottom of the blouse up and out of my black skirt to make sure she could finish the job, all the while taking in her sweet perfume. My blue blouse fell open after eight buttons, and she reached around my sides to my back to open the clasp of my bra. Since it did not have any shoulder straps, she could take it right off and lay it down right next to my matching panties. With one hand, she moved the satin to the side to reveal my left breast and my pink nipple. Looking at it for a moment, she smiled before she started massaging it very lightly. 'You have beautiful breasts,' she said. 'They are firm and their size is just right.' I could feel my nipple swell and harden under her touch. The warmth of her hands and fingers were exquisite on my skin. Done with her examination of my left breast, she soon went to reveal the right one from its light satin covering. Her fingers worked expertly over my skin, and I was rewarded with a brilliant warm smile for standing still and letting her touch me when she was done. My breasts still exposed, nipples hard and perky, she looked at me for a few seconds. 'Lift up your skirt to your waist!' she said, and I slowly complied. When the soft material of my skirt rode up my thighs, I noticed my nipples hardening even more, almost painfully so, and when my pussy was uncovered and I felt her eyes of my skin down there, I could feel a rush of warm cream running down my cunt. 'You are gorgeous!' she said, and I blushed slightly. 'There is just something about a clean shaven pussy, isn't there?' she asked while padding the leather chair next to her, prompting me to sit down. 'I keep mine shaven as well. It is just so much more sexy!' There was no way she would not notice how wet I was, but I couldn't do anything about it. As I lifted and spread my legs in front of her, I tried to imagine her naked pussy. It sent a shiver down my spine. She helped me place my legs into the leather padded holders and asked me to slide forward a little more until my pussy was wide open to her gaze. And this is how I laid there: my blonde long hair framing my face, my satin blouse not doing anything to keep out the cool feel of the leather beneath me. I shivered, more from anticipation than anything else. My nipples still standing at attention, my flat belly quivering slightly with excitement, my delicate skirt hanging around my lower waist. I raised my head to look at her. She was beautiful, sitting there between my legs being spread so wide, staring at my shaven and glistening pussy. I couldn't wait to feel her fingers on me. And I didn't have long to wait. But instead of feeling her plastic covered fingers on my pussy, I felt her warm hands touching my inner thighs instead. 'What a pretty little pussy,' she said, almost in a whisper. 'I don't get to see pussies like this very often.' There was a slight noise in the room and it took me a second to realize that I had let out a moan when her hands traveled up my thighs in slow motion. Feeling her hands right by my outer lips, I couldn't contain myself and raised my hips in an effort to feel her hands right on my pussy. This time, a moan came from her. 'Oh baby you are so wet.' She said, massaging my outer pussy lips lightly with her fingertips. 'Did I do this to you?' She looked up into my eyes for a second, teasingly. Then she continued her exploration of my pussy. 'It makes me so hot to see a waiting wet pussy like yours.' She circled my clit with her index finger. 'And what have we here,' she said mockingly. 'Your little horny clitty is coming out of its hood already. You want it badly, don't you?' And then she buried two of her long fingers inside my vagina so rapidly that I cried out in surprise and then in the fastest and one of the most profound orgasms I had ever had when her slender fingers rubbed against exactly the right spot. 'Hmmm, yes!' she made, pulling out her cream covered fingers after a few minutes and bending over me to rub them across my parted lips and my hard nipples. 'Taste yourself sweetie!' she said, sitting back down on the stool between my legs. 'I can see that this pussy is still too horny to get up. I don't want you to leave here unsatisfied!' And with that she bent forward once more, lowered her head, and dove right into my pussy, lapping from my cunt all the way up my clit, circling it, taunting it with the tip of her tongue, holding my pussy wide open with her manicured fingers, touching me in ways I have never experienced before. I loved every minute of it! My orgasm came in waves this time, starting in my pussy like a volcano and spreading to every nerve ends in my body while she sucked my clit into her mouth while fucking me expertly with now three fingers up my cunt. She let me ride out my orgasm all the way which was another thing I hadn't experienced in a while, and afterwards, I laid there totally exhausted. She gave me a few minutes before she handed me bra and panties. My Favorite Doctor (Now) He'd spoken openly about his wife, about her being so busy with her new practice that she'd had no time for him in the last two months. That's how he and I met. I'd been left high and dry by my boyfriend of two years and had been "without" for a couple of months myself. We'd met at a small bar one evening and it was magic. Though we didn't sleep together that night, it took less than a week for us to realize we wanted each other. So began the many evenings of wonderful sex. We did everything he knew and everything I knew. We wore ourselves ragged! That's what got me to the doctor's office. My poor pussy was feeling rough! I called to make an appointment but was referred to another office due to heavy case load. My appointment was made and the doctor wanted me there just before closing time. Fine. No problem. I walked into the empty waiting room and sat down. I'd worn my loose skirt and no panties so I'd be more comfortable. It wasn't but a minute before a cute young nurse came out and led me down the hallway to an exam room. She offered to help me out of my clothes and onto the exam table but something about her smile told me to do it myself. She stayed in the room so I turned my back to her and undressed. I slipped onto the table and tried to relax as the nurse spread a thin sheet over me. I watched her eyes as they moved over me. And I watched her smile as she stared at my full, slightly sagging breasts. To my surprise, my nipples hardened suddenly, standing long and thick, showing through the thin material of the sheet. I brought my hands up to cover them, then her hands covered mine. "Don't be embarrassed Janice" she whispered, "it happens to me when I'm on the table" She gently squeezed my hands tighter over my breasts, I closed my eyes. "I'll tell the doctor you're ready. You ARE ready I think" she giggled She winked at me as she left the room, not closing the door. Several long minutes passed before the nurse returned, followed by the doctor. Under most circumstances, I want a woman doctor, but I'd started thinking about the nurse and wondered if this beautiful woman doctor knew about her nurse's obvious attraction to women. But she was so nice. All smiles. She sat on the edge of the table, her generous hip against mine. She read out the information I'd written on the new chart and I gave her more. Once satisfied, she instructed the nurse to put my feet up in the stirrups and to bring her an exam tray. The nurse placed my feet into the cool metal stirrups and loosely buckled a wide strap around each ankle. I wasn't ready for what happened next. Donna, the nurse, and the doctor moved to the sides of the bed and took my hands. The doctor, Dr Moore, told me to put my hands over my head and to hold onto the top edge of the thin mattress, that I'd be more relaxed that way. But just as my fingers closed around the top of the mattress, they both pulled my hands back even farther, quickly buckling straps around my wrists and the bar at the head of the table. I fought, but it was no use. I started to scream, only to have it cut off by a strong latex covered hand over my mouth. Dr Moore smiled down at me. Donna pulled the sheet from my trembling body. I knew I was in trouble, but not how much. "Well, well. It's so nice of you to just walk into my office. Now I don't have to track you down" she hissed. "It IS a small world, isn't it? I never thought it'd be so easy to meet my husband's girlfriend. " WHAT? RON IS HER HUSBAND? OH MY GOD! "Yes dearie, you have been fucking my husband! I know when, I know where, and I know you love it! That's why you're here isn't it Janice. Your poor little pussy isn't little any more is it Janice? I bet Ron's big cock has you sore as hell doesn't it?" She reached between my legs and pulled hard on the little patch of hair just above my pussy, the little patch that Ron had run his tongue through so many times in the last couple of months "WELL? IS IT SORE BITCH???" she screamed at me. I could only nod my head as I felt the tears running down the sides of my face. "That's good" she said in a surprisingly soft tone "It'll make my job so much easier. Donna came in with a tray and put it on a tall table, next to the bed. Donna wrapped more straps around my arms and legs, then pushed the stirrups high and wide, then pushed them back toward me, pushing my knees almost to my breasts. She locked them and stepped back. I couldn't move. I was fully exposed to a woman who I just knew wanted to harm me in the worst of ways. After all, I WAS fucking her husband. Dr Moore moved her stool into place between my spread legs. "Donna, I want you to prepare Janice for her "tender pussy exam" she laughed Donna sat on the stool and proceeded to wipe down my pussy with small damp cloths. It was instantly clear to me that the cloths she was using were alcohol wipes! My already tender pussy was on fire! I tried to scream again but my mouth was suddenly packed with Dr Moore's panties. "You sucked his dick so you probably know the taste of my pussy already" she hissed But then, she smiled again. The burning was subsiding quickly, I was glad! Donna rolled another table to my side. Together they sorted through the items on it and decided on the two small glass bulbs, quickly attaching hoses to them and placing them over my now shrunken nipples. Donna flipped a swith, a motor hummed, and my nipples were sucked slowly up into the bulbs. They'd lightly oiled the bulbs and my nipples and areole were soon filling them. I stared down at my nipples, swollen and dark in the clear glass. It hurt! But somehow also felt good. I resigned myself to the fact that I was at their mercy, or their lack of mercy. I dropped my head back and closed my eyes, trying hard to think of other things. They busied themseles between my legs then. I felt my hole being opened, with gentle force. I was being penetrated. With what? I didn't want to know. I just wanted this over with. I felt it then. I knew that feeling. A speculum. Donna adjusted it at Dr Moore's instruction. Wider and wider it opened me, until I felt as if I were being torn open. Then thankfully, it relaxed. Not the tension, my pussy. "OPEN YOUR EYES BITCH " Moore yelled at me. My eyes popped open to see that a mirror was over my head. In that mirror, I could see another mirror. In that one, I saw my pussy. I never thought I could be opened so much!! She smiled down, "You ain't seen nothing yet cunt" Donna picked up another speculum, slipping it into me, sideways. Slowly she turned the little wheels, slowly I opened, wider. I stared into the mirror, more amazed than horrified. Then her fingers found my clit, pulling back the hood to expose my rather large clit. Dr Moore handed her another glass thing, a tube. It was placed over my lubricated clit and the suction pulled it slowly outward until it too filled the tube. My clit had been pulled to almost an inch long and was as thick as my thumb!I should have felt pain. But I didn't. I wanted to watch, but I didn't want to watch. I lay there and felt nothing. I felt everything. I heard the door close and looked up. I was alone. I noticed the clock, it was 6:45. When they came back in it was 7:25. For 40 minutes I'd laid there. And after 40 minutes, I'd begun to feel pleasure from my pain. The tension was relieved from the speculums and they were removed. But as I saw in the mirror, my pussy hadn't closed at all. The muscles were so relaxed that it couldn't close. The suction was released and the tube removed from my clit. It too remained fat and long. They removed the bulbs from my nipples. They stayed fat, swollen, and hard. But there was a reason for the removal of the suction devices. Donna stood on my right, Dr Moore to my left. Each held large gauge syringes. Each took a nipple, holding it firmly and pushing the sharp needles through my numb nipples. They pushed the needles back through with bright steel rings the size of quarters and pressed the ends of the rings together with small pliers. I fainted. I was awakened by a warm feeling on my stretched pussy. It was Donna''s mouth on me. I'd never been done that way by a woman. In my state of semi-consciousness, it felt good. Very good. I opened my eyes and looked into the mirror. Donna's head blocked most of my view, but there was no blocking of the wonderful feeling. She was sucking my swollen clit as Dr Moore stood behind her. Dr Moore saw that I was awake and watching and put her hand on Donna's head, gently pulling her face from my pussy. Then I could see clearly. Donna's hand was fully inside me. Her wrist was wet well above her latex glove and her face was wet with my juices. I was so stretched that I felt no pain, just her movements inside me. My body did what my mind tried to refuse. I came. I screamed as I came like I never had before. my body convulsed as Donna's fingers crawled around inside me. I came again. And again. I woke up in the waiting room. I was fully clothed and sore all over. It was dark except for the small desk lamp. I snatched my top open. I still wore the thick silver rings through my nipples. There was a small silver charm dangling from each ring. I moved closer to the lamp. I saw the note. "Lock the back door when you leave whore. And your next appointment is for next Friday, same time. And I really HATE it when a patient isn't on time. I put the note in my pocket. I remembered the silver charms. I looked at them. Closely. One was engraved "Donna", the other "Dr Moore" I knew I'd never see Ron again.