0 comments/ 133394 views/ 3 favorites A Visit to the Doc By: English Bob Max's wife was Sabryna. She was 26 years old, a native of Singapore and had moved to London to marry Max 4 years ago. From the first time Max saw her he was captivated. Standing only 5'4" in her stockinged feet she looked so cute! Her whole body was beautifully proportioned; high, firm breasts, a slim waist and slender legs that tapered sensually to small dainty feet. Her shoulder length brown hair shone luxuriantly in the sunshine and framed her pretty, classically oriental face. Max was lucky and he knew it! He remembered back those four years to when they were first married and Sabryna had got her first look at his home city. She was like a child in a playground, excitedly running around looking at the sights. The Tower, Big Ben, The Houses of Parliament and the Royal Parks. She seemed to want to see it all at once and clung to Max's arm tightly as they spent long happy days wandering the city. After four years they were still very much in love, but there was one flaw in their otherwise perfect relationship. They had been open about it and talked at length. Max had been aware of the problem even before Sabryna had brought it up. As much as she enjoyed their sexual relationship, Sabryna was finding it increasingly more difficult to become lubricated when they made love and had never achieved orgasm. After several lengthy discussions on the subject, they had decided to seek out some professional assistance. Max had booked an appointment for them both with a Harley Street consultant, a specialist with enormous experience of their particular problem. The day had finally come for their appointment and they hailed a taxi for Harley Street. The surgery was extremely impressive, of Victorian age, but completely modernised. As they entered the reception, their feet sank into deep pile carpet. The walls were tastefully decorated and adorned with expensive modern art. Every effort had been made to make the visitor feel comfortable and relaxed. The smart receptionist asked Sabryna to sit in the waiting room, while the consultant spoke to Max alone for just a moment. As Max entered the examination room, the consultant greeted him and asked him to sit. Max answered the questions that were asked of him honestly, despite their personal nature, describing in detail the nature of the problem. The consultant listened intently and scribbled notes onto a pad. Before the consultant asked Sabryna to join them, he looked directly at Max. "Max, you must trust myself and my assistant completely." Max had seen another white coated figure sitting and listening to the interview and assumed this man to be the assistant. "You should not attempt to interfere with any part of your wife's examination or treatment no matter what we do. Everything that will be done today will be in the interest of your wife and yourself. It will all be done to assist and hopefully remedy your problems. Do you understand and agree to proceed with the treatment?" Max was a little surprised but quickly nodded his agreement. He and Sabryna had both agreed that they would do WHATEVER was necessary to solve their dilemma. The consultant pressed a button on the intercom and asked the receptionist to show Sabryna into the examination room. As She took a seat the consultant repeated his last question to her. "Yes, I agree." she replied without hesitation. "We will both do whatever you ask." "Please remove your clothing and get up onto the examination table." Sabryna was a little apprehensive about appearing completely naked in front of two strangers, even though her husband was there, but nevertheless, went behind the indicated screen and began to remove her clothes. As she removed her light blouse and then her bra, she felt the cool air from the A/C system play over her naked breasts. She became aware, as her skirt and panties were discarded, that her nipples were rapidly stiffening in the air. She knew this to be normal. Her breasts had always been extremely sensitive, but sadly this did not seem to lead to a dampening of her vagina. Hesitantly she let her fingers drift over her hard nipples, feeling them tighten, and hopefully, ran her left hand down to her shaved pubic region. No! Nothing! Still dry! Folding her clothes neatly and placing them on a chair, she steadied her nerves and, pulling her self up straight walked purposefully over to the examination table and laid down on her back. The three men watched this beautiful naked vision stride across the floor. Max, from his seated position, saw the consultant and his assistant lick their lips as they watched her move. Max was pleased. He loved it when other men admired his wife. It made him feel somehow special. The consultant approached the prone woman, attempting to hide an obvious erection, as he explained to her that he would start with some breast stimulation to see if this would have any effect on her. Max looked on with envy, and yes, perhaps just a little jealousy, as the consultant's gentle hands began caressing Sabryna's firm 36" breasts. Max could see that her nipples were already hard as the doctor began a rhythmical squeezing of the firm globes, letting his fingers drift towards the stiff buds and pinch them lightly. Sabryna had closed her eyes and was clearly enjoying the sensations when the consultant let a gloved hand descend towards her shaved mound to test for any stimulated reaction. Feeling that she was still completely dry, he released her breasts and stepped back. "Hmmm" he murmured "It seems that breast and nipple stimulation, while obviously enjoyable for you, do not create a lubricating effect in your vagina." "No doctor" Sabryna replied. "My tits are very sensitive, but as much as I love them being teased and pinched, It doesn't get me wet!" "OK. Then we will try some direct clitoral stimulation" The consultant moved back to the examination table and lifted Sabryna's slender, sexy legs into the stirrups. Making another quick adjustment to the table, Max saw the end of the table hinge down so that his wife's ass was on the edge with her legs suspended and spread, opening her entire private area for all to see. As the doctor proceeded to run a gloved finger directly over her exposed clitoris, Max was acutely aware of his own erection. "Mmmm, still no sign of a stimulated response." Sighed the consultant. "Most odd!" He continued "We can try one more thing. We have a special cream that we use for this type of problem, but it is very strong and should not be applied directly to the vagina but massaged into the inner thighs. We will give that a try." Max watched as Sabryna reacted to the cool cream that was being squeezed onto her spread inner thighs. As the cream was applied, the consultant began to massage it in to her skin with deep circular motions. After a few seconds of the rubbing, a startling reaction seemed to take over the girl. A low groan escaped her lips, as with closed eyes she lifted her butt from the table and began to squeeze her own nipples. Max looked on in fascination as the consultant slyly slipped off the rubber gloves and continued with the massage with his bare hands. "The cream, although cold to start with, will now be increasing in heat and stimulating the nerve endings." He explained to both Max and Sabryna. Max was amazed. He could see between his wife's outstretched legs and could clearly see drops of fluid begin to appear on her pussy lips. "It's working!" cried Max as he watched "Damn right it is" screamed his wife as she squeezed her nipples tighter and squirmed her ass on the table. "I'm getting so fucking hot!!..I think ..I think..I'm gonna......CUMMMMMMM...AAAAARRRRRGGHHHHHHHH ...YESSSSSSSSS" Max was stunned at the power and strength of her climax. Never before had he even seen her cum, let alone with this ferocity. Her hips bucked wildly in the air and she was screaming out, using language that Max had never heard her use before. "Aaarrgghhhhhh ...oh god yessss.......please fuck me...fuck me now....I need a cock in me!!" With only a cursory look towards his boss and Max, the assistant positioned himself between Sabryna's wide spread legs. Deftly, he unbuttoned his fly and Max saw his hand fish around in his underwear. A second later, he pulled his hand out and produced one of the largest cocks that Max had ever seen. Measuring at least eleven inches long and very tick around, it stood out hard and proud at right angles from his body. Without ceremony, he placed his huge, mushroom shaped cock head against her vagina and pushed hard. The cream had made her wet, but she was still wonderfully tight as he began a slow steady rhythm, thrusting himself into the girls willing body. Max looked at the consultant and realised that he had pulled his own penis out and was fondling it gently. It could clearly be seen protruding from his white clinical coat. Max was so horny himself now, and judging by the way that his wife seemed to be enjoying orgasm after orgasm at the hands (and cock!) of the assistant, so was she. With a lusty grin, Max pulled out his own very hard cock, and moved to the head of the examination table. Indicating to the consultant the he should join him there, Max proceeded to feed his cock into his wife's open mouth. The consultant stood on the opposite side of the moaning girl and, removing her hand from her breast, began to rub his solid meat over her tight hard nipple. Max's eyes switched between watching the assistant slam himself into Sabryna's tight cunt, and the consultant spreading his pre-cum over her left nipple as he himself fucked her mouth with deep strokes. Sabryna was in heaven. Thanks to the cream, her orgasms were coming in almost a constant stream. As soon as she recovered from one shattering climax, she was building up for another. She bucked her hips up hard as she felt the monster prick invade her tight pussy. She turned her head to the left and then the right to accommodate first her husbands cock and then the consultant's as they took turns fucking her mouth. When one cock was buried in her throat, she was treated to the exquisite feeling of the other being rubbed slowly around her throbbing nipple. The assistant was the first to cum. Moaning deep in his throat he thrust faster and faster, deeper and deeper with his monstrous erection until with a cry he quickly pulled out of her now dripping pussy and released a stream of hot cum over her stomach. Seeing his wife spattered with another man's cum set Max off as well. He had been vigorously fucking her mouth and throat, as with a deep, guttural sigh, he ejaculated deeply into her throat. As he cock pistoned in and out, he could see his own cum, mixed with her saliva, seeping from the corners of her mouth. The consultant was not far behind. He had been rubbing his swollen tool over Sabryna's erect nipple, until, as he felt his balls contract, he grabbed a handful of her soft brown hair and, wrapping the tresses around his swollen shaft, he jerked himself off onto her face and breasts. As the three men, with softening cocks, stood back and watched Sabrina masturbate herself to yet another orgasm, Max realised that his sex life with Sabryna would never be the same again. He just had to make sure that he always had a good supply of the magic cream'! The End * * * * * If you enjoyed this story feel free to check out my other offerings on this site. Please also feel free to e-mail me with any suggestions you have for further tales! Photo's from female admirers are always very welcome!! A Visit to the Doctor It was time for my yearly check up so I called my gynecologists office to make my appointment. I was surprised to be told that my doctor was now semi-retired but that there was a new doctor now taking over his practice. I agreed to see the new doctor, Dr. Black, and was given an appointment for the following week. The morning of my appointment I was feeling quite horny and debated pulling out my vibrator. A glance at the clock assured me that I didn't have time so as I was showering I promised myself a nice long orgasm later that night. I carefully picked out my clothes and made sure to put on a nice bra and panty set. I had to chuckle at myself as I knew nobody would ever see them, I like most women hid my undergarments under my pile of clothing. My doctor was about to see and touch me in the most intimate way but I would have died of embarrassment if he had see my panties laying on the chair. When I got to his office I sat in the waiting room and picked up one of the many women's magazines on the table. In the magazine was advice section and someone had written in about her crush on her doctor, gross was my first thought. I thought of my doctor who was in his late sixties, and not very attractive. This woman was crazy. At that moment the door opened and the nurse looked out. "Ms. Sherridan," she said searching for me, "the doctor will see you now." I stood and followed her down the hallway and into an examination room. The nurse inserted the stir-ups into the table and removed a gown from the drawer. "Remove all your clothing and put the gown on please, the doctor will be here shortly." she then turned and left me closing the door behind her. I quickly undressed in the chilly room and put on the thin gown. Hopping up onto the table I looked around and spotted a couple of diploma's hanging on the wall. They were all recent and stated that a Spank Black had graduated from the local university. That meant Dr. Black was fairly young I thought with slight discomfort, probably about my own age. Just then there was a brisk knock on the door. It opened so a man in a doctors coat could enter. "Please God, No," I whispered. This was one of the best looking men I had ever seen. He had short, well cut brown hair and warm brown eyes. His jaw was sculptured and slightly darkened with stubble. My eyes dropped and greedily ate up his well dressed body. He had wide well muscled shoulders and a trim waist. To top it of he was over 6' which I had always found a huge turn on since I was only 5'2". "You must be Ms. Sherridan," he said. I'm Doctor Black." He held out his hand and speechlessly I put my hand into his. His hand was quite large with a firm handshake. I was in lust. There was no way I could let this man examine me. Just looking at him I was becoming aroused and I knew he was sure to notice. "It says here that you need a breast exam and an internal," he stated as he flipped through my chart. "Uh....?" I swallowed, my mouth drying up at the thought of him performing this serve for me. "Just lower the top of your gown and we'll get started." There was no way to refuse so I slowly lowered the gown bringing my large tits into view. His eyebrows shot up as he caught sight of my hard aching nipples. I couldn't look at him so I stared at the wall flushing in embarrassment. "Lift your right arm please." Then his warm hand touched the side of my breast. Dr. Black began to probe my breast in a circular motion working toward my nipple which was now sticking out as if it was reaching for him. Suddenly his fingers gently touched my sensitive tip and gave it a pinch. "Ah....," I groaned unable to hold it in. It felt so good and it had been a long time since a man had touched me. "Ok, lower your arm and let's do the other side now." I don't know if it was my imagination or not but his voice sounded strained to me. A quick glance showed me his jaw had tightened and his eyes looked darker. I lifted my other arm and braced myself for the torture about to follow. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and was squirming on the table. As Dr.Black repeated his probing on my breast I thought I felt a difference in his touch. It was more of a caress. When he pinched my nipple I could have swore he took more time and twisted it between his fingers. I sent a startled glance down and swallowed a groan at the sight of his dark fingers on my white breast. "Do you have a partner right now?", he asked as he removed his hand. "Um...No, I'm not seeing anyone right now." I answered. My throat was tight with arousal. "Good...ah, I mean...ok then," he stammered. Looking up I saw him take a deep breath, lightly shaking his head. Just looking at him made my breath come faster. "Please lay down, put your feet in the stir-ups and slide your bottom down the table." I did as Dr. Black asked staring at the ceiling. What was he going to think about the growing moisture gathering between my thighs. Dr. Black leaned against my leg as he began to prod my abdomen. This position brought his zipper against my thigh and it felt like he was half aroused himself. "He's a professional," I scolded myself, "Get a grip." He then moved down to stand between my legs and dropped the bottom part of the table down. My ass was now resting on the edge of the table with my legs sticking out beyond. "Just drop your knees wide open," he told me. This had to be the worst. I've had sex with men and never exposed so much of myself before but I did as he said and exposed my aching pussy to his view. "I'm going to insert my finger now," he explained and then cleared his throat. "I'm sorry but my hands are quite large so I want you to tell me if I hurt you at all." "Not likely," I mumbled to myself. "Did you say something?" he asked, looking up at me from between my wide open thighs. "No, sorry." "Oh, ok," he puzzled probably thinking I was a crazy woman. I was surprised to feel his bare finger enter my wet churning cunt. He hadn't put those yucky rubber gloves on which was very strange. He pushed his finger up me as far as it would go and it felt wonderful. Then I felt him start to slide a second finger in to join the first. He was stretching me wide. This was too much. "Oh God," I groaned. My hips began to lift slightly at the incredible pleasure I was feeling. His fingers pulled part way out of my body and then shoved slowly back inside. I groaned again starting to realize that this was not normal. I was not about to complain though. "Yes," I cried, no longer embarrassed as to what I was feeling. The pretext was gone as we both knew this was no longer an exam. My internal muscles were clasping his big fingers. I thought I would die when I felt his breath on my pussy. His tongue flicked out for a taste and he looked up at me to catch my reaction. I wanted him so bad. I ripped of the thin gown that till now had been partly covering me, exposing my ripe naked body to his hot gaze. He lowered his head back down and started to seriously lick and suck my clit. His fingers were now pistoning in and out of my body, pounding my cunt deep and hard. I had to hold back the scream as I arched my back. "I want you now....please," I begged, all sense of decorum and pride gone in the face of my need. "I want you to cum in my mouth," he said against my soaking clit causing vibrations to race through my body. He dove back down sucking me hard. He had two fingers up my pussy when I felt him push on my anus with a third finger. I couldn't stand it anymore, my hands gripped the edge of the table, my jaw clamped down and my orgasm hit. The liquid began to gush from my pussy spraying all over the good doctors face. Dr. Black, or Spence as I now thought of him, was drinking it up as fast as he could. After a minute Spence stood up between my legs and started to loosen his belt. "I want to fuck you," he growled. I watched him reach over and grab a condom off the desk. "Wait, come up here first," I told him licking my lips at the size of the bulge visible to my hot gaze. When he was standing by my head I stroked his dick thru his pants and took the condom from his hand. "There's something I want to do first," he told me. Putting his hands on the table by my head he leaned over to lightly brush his mouth against mine. I wanted more so I lifted my head up but he backed of, running his tongue around the side of my mouth. Then he gently bit my bottom lip pulling slightly. Gradually the kiss deepened until his tongue was thrusting in my mouth in an imitation of what was to come. I could taste myself in his mouth and found this to be unbelievably erotic. Spence straightened and put his hands on his hips as if to say I'm all yours. I stuck my hand inside his loosened trousers and wrapped my hands around a hard, hot prick. I was happy to see that the size of his hands and body were not deceiving. He was quite thick and I couldn't wait to feel him inside stretching my body to accommodate him. Tugging his cock I pulled him closer so I could touch him with my mouth wanting to return so of the pleasure he had already given me. "God that's good." The sound rumbled out of his throat and his eyes closed in ecstasy. My tongue flicked out over the head of his beautiful cock tasting the precum that was beginning to leak out. I engulfed him in one breath taking him deep into my mouth. I knew I had to decide if I wanted to suck him to completion or stop now and have him fuck my pussy. It didn't take long to decide as I needed to feel him deep inside so I reluctantly pulled him out of my mouth. The condom was on as fast as I could get it. "Spence," I looked up and told him, "I need you to fuck me now." "Yes, I need that too." When he got down between my open legs he ran his pole up and down my clit teasing till I couldn't stand anymore. "Now," I ordered him. "Oh, yeah," he growled as he the head inside. He feed his dick to me inch by inch allowing my body to adjust to him till he finally hit my cervix. He was all the way in. We looked at each other mutually savoring the beauty of the act. Hands caressed my thighs sliding up to massage my tits. "Your so beautiful," he told me making me feel like a goddess. As he squeezed my breasts he started to slide in and out of my pussy. I was rotating my hips giving myself the ultimate pleasure possible. "I can't hold back," he said, "I'm sorry." Spence rubbed my clit as his hips pounded his cock deep inside my body. I knew he didn't have to wait for me because I was about to cum too. His body lowered over mine at just the right time covering my mouth with his, swallowing my cries as I spasmed in orgasm. My thighs trembled and my pussy was milking his meat eager for his cum. He couldn't hold back and I could feel him pulse inside as he shot over and over again. As our heart rates slowed he kissed me in thanks and rose up to look in my eyes. "You know you'll have to find yourself a new doctor don't you?" he asked. "Why?" "Because," he told me smiling, "I plan to take you out this Friday, and Saturday, and everyday you'll agree to see me." "I'd love that," I agreed reaching up to lick his lips. As they say, this was the start of a wonderful relationship. A Visit to the Doctor About me: I'm a 23 year old Nurse working at a large hospital in Adelaide, South Australia (OK - I work at Flinders). I'm quite short (4'11" or 150 cm) and skinny, but not anorexic or anything. I'm a b-cup up top, pale skin with get-black straight hair down to my shoulders. I don't think I'm stunningly pretty, but I'm alright. A few months ago I wrote two stories about my exhibitionist adventures. My cousin, Mary, recognised me from some of the details in these stories. She confronted me and threatened to expose me to my family if I didn't obey her every command. She has slowly turned me into something I don't really believe. She makes me wear outrageous clothing and expose myself in public. She has had me pierce my nipples, she ties me up and tortures me - actually just read my previous stories and you'll get the idea. Mary also now has a heap of photos on her camera phone that she holds as blackmail. I daren't disobey her. For the last six days Mary hadn't let me orgasm. She would tease me to just before I exploded and then stop. She would let me calm down a little and then start again. She also started teaching me to measure my level of arousal. In nursing, we use a 'pain score'. Often we ask patients, "On a score of zero to ten, where zero is no pain and ten is the most pain you can imagine, what is your pain score now?" Mary would mimic this, "On a score of zero to ten, where zero is doing the dishes and ten is the point of orgasm, how aroused are you now?" Mary would stimulate me, either with her fingers, a vibrator or else I would masturbate and she would ask me my 'arousal score'. If she was doing the stimulating she would wait until I reached 9.5 and then keep going for another fifteen seconds telling me to hold back my orgasm. I can't really convey what this would do to me, but I'll try. At an 'arousal score' of 9.5 I am usually bucking my hips, panting and sweating profusely. My pussy is flowing like a leaking tap and my clit is standing out like a little finger. If I don't hold back I would normally come within a few seconds. From 9.5 to 10 is a very short amount indeed. To be told to hold back (with an undefined threat of 'punishment') is pure torture. I'm usually gritting my teeth and grunting as I continue to buck my hips. I've probably reached an 'arousal level' of 9.9 on a few occasions with Mary just stopping in time. If anything is worse than trying to hold back an impending orgasm its being denied one. Doing this over and over for six days is pure hell. Mary was watching me twenty four hours a day. Except at work, where I'm too scared to masturbate in the toilets. I'm sure that I'd get caught and I think I'd rather die! Mary would drop me off at work and then pick me up afterwards. Sometimes we would even meet for lunch. When we get home she would usually makes me strip naked. Sometimes she would make me masturbate in front of her. She'd have me sit on a bar stool and slowly stroke my clit while she answers emails from Literotica readers. Occasionally she'd show me some encouragement from readers, or a photo of something someone thinks I should wear (thanks 'Dieter'). Otherwise she would almost ignore me while I slowly worked myself into a lather. Sometimes she got me to shower straight away, she'd usually shower with me and I always end up very clean down below. Some nights Mary has made me dress in short dresses and we've gone out in public. One night we went down to Glenelg and we walked around the new marina area. I was made to climb the pier rails and bend over to 'admire the boats'. Naturally with a short dress on with no underwear I was totally on show. Mary made me do this opposite a restaurant with full length glass windows. Dozens of people would have seen my dripping pussy. She made me stand like this for what seemed an eternity. Another night she dressed me in a thin singlet with a short sports-style mini skirt (sans bra and underwear or course). She took me ice-skating. It was freezing on the rink and my pierced nipples stood out like small knobs, complete with brass knockers. All the teenagers thought it was fantastic. They thought it was even better when I fell over landing flat on my back. My dress lifted completely and a lucky few got a full view. I kept getting small nudges to try and knock me over after that. I used to roller-blade, so I wasn't completely hopeless, but I fell over a few times regardless. Falling on ice with a bare ass is not fun, however much the people around you might enjoy it. Whatever we did, the nights ended up the same. Mary would tie me down in bed to stop me masturbating accidentally during my sleep - something I was probably bound to do if she hadn't. Mary has taken some 'soft shackles' from her job at the nursing home. They have long ties which mean I couldn't undo them if I tried. At night I'm tied up with Mary bringing me just short of climax before she goes to sleep. The result of these six days and night is that I was mad with hornyness. My nights were filled with erotic dreams. While I was at work, I was fantasising about some of my fellow colleagues. When I was at home I was the plaything of a demented dominatrix. Mary wouldn't even penetrate me. I'vd had nothing in my vagina or ass for six days, and I've learnt to love anal sex recently! My pussy was constantly wet. I would beg for release every time my pussy was touched. On the last night Mary tied me down completely spread-eagled. My legs were pulled fully apart. She didn't even put a sheet over me. I barely slept. When I did, I even dreamt of being teased without release. I awoke some time in the morning to find Mary stroking my thighs. She wasn't even touching my pussy and I was already soaking. I wondered how much more of this I could take. I had two days off work now and I really didn't think I would stand two whole days of being teased like this. At least not without going completely insane. Mary untied me and we showered together. Then after breakfast she explained her plans for the morning. I was mortified. I was to visit a doctor that Mary had chosen and pretend to have a particular 'problem'. Mary would be listening via mobile phone to the appointment, and I had to explain a number of 'facts' to the doctor. Missing any of these 'facts' would result in punishment. I was dressed in an unusually conservative manner. A push-up bra that made my B-chest look more like a C-chest (and on my very small frame it was pretty spectacular) managed to completely hide my nipple rings. I was made to wear white panties and a long flowery dress with slip-on sandals. I had no make up on and wore my hair down. Mary drove me to the doctors. On the way I was instructed to open the glove box. There was a vibrator inside. Mary had me stimulate my clit through the panties. My already moist panties were soon soaking. We arrived outside the clinic and Mary made me recite the scenario I was presenting and repeated the facts for her. Then, taking a deep breath and with a lump in my throat. I went inside and greeted the receptionist. She was very pretty, and quite friendly in a professional sort of way. She told me the doctor would be with me shortly. I took a seat and opened up my small handbag. I phoned Mary and activated the speakerphone function. My phone has a very sensitive microphone and so Mary would hear everything. I sat and waited. I could feel the dampness between my legs. The desire for release. The panic in my stomach. "Miss Adelaide," called a voice. It was the doctor. Oh my god, he was huge. Six foot ten if he was an inch. Muscular, obviously spending a lot of time at the gym. Short cropped hair, square jaw, nice tan, late twenties...he was pretty hot. I picked up my handbag and followed, slightly trembling. "Well Miss Adelaide, what seems to be the trouble?" the doctor asked showing me to a seat in his office and closing the door. "Well," my mouth was dry, "you see..." I hesitated. Part of the scenario was to look nervous, something I was having no problems accomplishing. "Go on," reassured the doctor. "It's my vagina," I blurted out, "I think Tim might have torn it." "I see," the doctor as he licked his lips - probably involuntarily, "and Tim is?" "My boyfriend," I continued, "you see, he took my virginity a month ago, and we've been having lots of sex ever since, but recently he's started doing different things and I think he might have put a tear in my vagina!" I had tears in my eyes. Mary had outdone herself with this scenario. How I wanted to run, but I had no choice but to obey. "I see," repeated the doctor after a pause, "I think we'd better start with a full medical history and examination." The doctor the proceeded through a full medical history questionnaire. Now remember, I'm a Registered Nurse, although I told the doctor I was only eighteen and looking for casual waitressing work. I was actually quite impressed with his questioning. He took my blood pressure and pulse and I was starting to think that he was going to be completely professional when he told me,"I need to examine your lungs. Can you please take off your dress and bra?" I complied without question as per Mary's instructions. I folded the dress on the bench and unclipped my bra. The doctor hadn't seen the rings before. I explained that I had them done for Tim about a month ago. Sitting on the bed the doctor then examined my 'lungs' with his stethoscope. At this point I had no doubts that he was a complete sleaze. This was not an examination of my breathing apparatus! The doctor managed to give my breasts a good massage at the same time. Holding the stethoscope with two fingers, he was able to get a good feel of my nipples with the rest of his hand. The effect on me in my sex craving state was immediate. My nipples sprang to life, my breathing quickened and my pussy started to leak. I could smell my arousal. "Now Miss Adelaide" continued the doctor as he stepped back from fondling my breasts, "your sexual history. You said that you were a virgin until a month ago, is that correct?" "Yes," I lied. "And that Tim has been your only sexual partner?" "Yes." "Miss Adelaide, how often do you and Tim have sex?" he was looking at my panties. I was squirming as I sat. I could feel my juices actually leaking through my panties on to the examination table. "Oh, every day," I replied. This was one of many 'facts' that Mary had supplied me with. "Every day," repeated the doctor with a slight arch of an eyebrow, "I see..." There was a slight pause as the doctor reflected upon this. "Well, we'd better examine you then. Take off your underwear and put you feet in those." 'Those' were the stirrups at the end of the table. I peeled off my panties and moved to the end of the bed. I was now completely naked, and very aroused. I put my feet into the stirrups and laid back. The doctor moved his chair over in front of my. Releasing a lever he moved my lets further apart. He didn't even put gloves on! He touched my shaved skin with the back of his fingers, delicately running them up and down. "For Tim?" he asked in deep voice. "Yes," I replied in a squeak. His touch felt so good. He stroked around my lips, making little effort to be medical. Then he touched my clit briefly. I jumped slightly. He went back to what he had been doing. He touched my clit again and I moaned. I was also under strict instructions from Mary not to come, this was a test for me, but at this point I didn't care. Suddenly the doctor became business like again. "So tell me, Miss Adelaide, where do you think this tear is?" "Well doctor, it seems to be on the back wall of the vagina. I can't feel it when I put my fingers in, but I can feel it during sex. I think it must be deeper than my fingers," more 'facts' courtesy of Mary. "Well," replied the doctor, "lets take a look, just try and relax." With that he inserted a finger. He didn't use any lubricant either, not that he needed any. He slowly inserted his index finger. On an 'arousal score' I was at about a 8.9. I quietly "mmm-ed," and panted a little. He pushed his finger in deeper. He had big hands, but I was so wet he probably could have stuck his head in there. He rotated his fingers around feeling the walls of my vagina. Then he stuck another finger in. I continued with my panting and changed from "mmm-ing," to a sort of, "ah, ah, ah". "I can't feel any obvious tears," announced the doctor, "How long is your boyfriends penis?" "About, about, ooohhh, ahhhh," I replied, "it's, it's sixteen centimetres, I, I, I, measured it the other night." My 'arousal score' had moved to 9.5, I was going to orgasm soon if he kept doing this. I think it was the strangeness of the setting that was really turning me on. The fact that there was someone else in charge of my body and the fact that I wasn't shouldn't be getting turned on by this, and yet that's exactly what I was here for. "I see," replied the doctor, and withdrew his fingers. I had reached at least 9.7, almost, almost coming. I panted. A light sweat covered my body and I realised I had been massaging my own breasts. God how humiliating! The doctor turned away and was getting something from a drawer, "Miss Adelaide, do you usually orgasm during sex?" "Yes," I replied, one of the first truths I had spoken, "Tim has been teaching me lots of new things. Some are a little painful at first, but they feel great after a while." This was leading to the last of the 'facts' that Mary had given me. If I could tell this and escape without orgasming I would have fulfilled everything and she would reward me. "Painful at first?" queried the doctor, "What exactly do you mean?" "Well, anal sex," I replied. There I've said it, "Actually that's when the pain started. You don't think?" "All in good time," the doctor replied, "just try to relax again." The doctor had a speculum in his hands as he came back to his chair. I noticed quite a 'tent' in his trousers. Before inserting the speculum he pulled a lever and my legs swung even further apart. Another lever was pulled and the head of the table reclined. I felt even more open and vulnerable. "This will feel a little cold." The doctor inserted the speculum. Christ! Did he keep in the freezer? My arousal had subsided slightly, probably back to a 8.5 (which is still damn high). "Just relax." He had inserted the speculum deeply into my vagina. I could feel him opening it. I grunted and groaned loudly. He had his thumb pushing firmly on my clit. If he moved it slightly I was going to come and probably fall off the table. Then with a click, the speculum was fully open. The doctor actually let go of it and I could feel the weight as it hung from my pussy. Being held open like this was incredible. I could feel my pussy pulsing against the speculum and my clit throbbing. My juices had run down and dripped onto the table causing quite a wet patch. The doctor examined me with a small torch. He was making lots of professional sounding hmm's. Then he turned back to his cupboard and I could hear the sound of latex gloves going on. He turned back. "Just a little longer Miss Adelaide," explained the doctor, "I need to inspect your back passage for damage." He placed his un-gloved hand back on my pussy, with his thumb resting on my clit and firmly pushed two lubricated fingers up my ass. My arousal was now at least 9.5! I was grunting and trying to move my hips, but I was spread so wide that nothing moved. I was almost hyperventilating as I tried to hold back the inevitable orgasm. I was trying to be a 'good girl' for Mary. I wanted to show that I could control my orgasms for her. That I wasn't a 'bad slut'. But then the doctor stated to rub my clit and he rotated his fingers inside my ass. I bit my lip and held my breath, "Mustn't come, mustn't come, don't come," I repeated inside my head. Then the doctor paused. "Just relax Miss Adelaide this will be over soon," assured the doctor. Then he pushed his fingers deeper into my ass. At least he had stopped rubbing my clit. I could feel my whole genital region pulsing with desire. My 'arousal level' was on 9.99, possibly higher, but it was holding and I wasn't coming yet. The doctor stroked the inside my ass, and then inserted a finger from his other hand deep into my pussy. He was now rubbing the area deep between my ass and pussy. I was gripping the table so hard I broke a nail. When I got home I discovered I had bitten my lip quite badly. I was not going to come. God I was close. I might have even moved past orgasm without orgasming. I was so incredibly sensitive I believe I could make a mould of his finger prints from memory. I could feel everything. I honestly have no idea of how long he continued exploring this area. It could have been five seconds, it could have been five years. Time cease for me. Suddenly I was aware that he had stopped. He was taking off his gloves and washing his hands. I had survived the test I hadn't come! The doctor rambled on about not feeling and obvious lesions or tears as he released the stirrups. I hastily got dressed as he continued to waffle about the use of water based lubricants, gave some medical term (which I forgot) referring to sensitivity under arousal. I wasn't really listening. It was almost an out of body experience. My arousal level was still around 9.5, but it had stopped. I was almost at the point of orgasm while getting dressed. It was a delicious but completely unreal and unfamiliar feeling. I signed the Medicare form, promised that I would return if the problem persisted, thanked the doctor for his time and left. On the way out I noticed the tent in his pants was bigger than ever! I was on a high, partly from the intense orgasm denial, partly from having passed Mary's test. It was so good to tell her that I hadn't orgasmed. She was so pleased and proud of me. I was well rewarded that night, to a degree that I never anticipated. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Epilogue (by Mary). Having passed this test I decided to give AdelaideNurse back her freedom. I gave her the phone and she deleted all the photos. I had already promised not to expose her to the family, so now she was free. We made love all afternoon. We both lost count of the number of times that we orgasmed (and I normally only come once per day). I returned back to my home that night. We plan to stay apart for a week while we decide what to do. We both have other lives and other friends and both need time and room to decide our futures. Thanks for reading, I don't know if there will be more or not... A Visit To The Doctor True story. I don't know if anyone else had or has sensations of jealousy mixed with being turned on, but this story is about just such a situation I found myself in when I was 22. My girlfriend at the time, Suzie, was just 19, tall, slim, stunning and had long straight natural blonde hair. She was an intelligent girl, a little naïve as I think I was too. But she was very sexy and had a face and smile that just bowled people over and I mean that too! Wherever we went people fell over themselves to help her. For example, when we went to a Bruce Springsteen Concert, one of the security staff just ignored our tickets and took us through to the VIP area! This type of thing always happened; she had that much of an effect. Suzie always wore clothes that accentuated her height and her legs, usually wearing skirts that came almost to her mid thigh..and what a pair of thighs! She always wore heels or boots and she occasionally wore a pair of boots that I loved which came above her knees and folded back over. Given all of that though she was not at all tarty and in fact just had no idea of the effect her beauty had on people. This particular story comes from an incident I experienced with her in about 1984 and I know it affected my whole sexual awareness, my fantasies and my entire attitude to sex. Suzie had unusually experienced a little pain with her previous period and although she had finished her period and the pain had gone, her mum had booked her an appointment with their local doctor. Suzie had asked me to go with her as she was a little shy and put a lot of faith in my support. The morning of the appointment I arrived at her mums' house and her mum said that 'Suzie was just having a bath so that she was all clean for the doctor'. Well, I don't quite know what I had expected, but those words chilled me to the bone. I knew her doctor was a man and the sudden realisation that my sexy girlfriend was preparing her body for this doctor, this man, to perhaps examine, really hit me. Inside I was squirming and felt like I badly wanted to pee. Suzie came downstairs dressed in a beige short skirt, a pale red, fitted tee shirt and a pair of brown suede boots, inside which she was wearing a pair of knee length beige socks which she had pulled up onto her knees and folded back down onto the tops of her boots. She looked breathtakingly gorgeous; I felt utterly panic stricken. Her mum added to my state by remarking to her 'all set for the doctor?' I drove us round to the surgery and we went inside. As we stood at the counter waiting to acknowledge her arrival, I noticed all the men who were seated waiting staring at Suzie. It felt like they all knew she was going to be examined, like they were all in on it and the need to pee mixed with a weird sense of arousal and anticipation hit me again. I desperately wanted to go into the room with Suzie, but didn't know if the doctor would allow it. I didn't know whether it would be worse to be with her or to have to sit outside imagining what was happening. I was in total torment. Suzie had already said that we had to go along with whatever the doctor said and a part of me was angry at her for being so naively compliant with whatever would be the doctors' wishes and commands. It was weird. As we sat there, I felt so useless and emasculated. I really did not want my girlfriend to have to undress in front of any other man. She was mine. Her body was secret for me. Her name was called. She got up and I followed, terrified that I might at any moment be refused access and separated from her to sit in the waiting room. As it turned out we were both allowed into the examination room without any fuss at all. It was a simple room with the doctors' desk at one end, two seats in front of it and a couch running along one wall covered with a white paper sheet, with a big lamp on a folding arm above it and attached to the wall. Suzie explained her symptoms and described the pain she had felt. She explained that her period had actually finished over a week before and that her periods were regular. I found it really difficult to listen to this intimate analysis of my girlfriends body workings with what amounted to a male stranger. The doctor then asked if she had ever had a smear test to which Suzie replied 'no'. I was starting to get more uncomfortable. I was in no doubt that I was experiencing a strange sense of arousal, but this was also mixed with the continued need to pee added to a feeling as though I was tied up and incapable of intervening in what my mind feared was going to happen. The doctor then said 'Okay Suzie, I think we'll have a look at you and I think I will also give you a smear test whilst you are here, okay?'. I was stunned. Here was the doctor using her first name in a matter of fact way whilst he planned to have a good look at and poke around with my girlfriends' pussy. I heard Suzie reply 'Yes..okay'. The doctor got up from behind his desk and Suzie got to her feet. So did I. The doctor moved to the couch and gestured to it. 'If you want to jump up on here Suzie' he said. 'Do you want me to take all my clothes off or..........' asked Suzie. 'No. You can just slip your panties off and that should be fine' replied the doctor. About now I really needed to tie my cock into a knot. As both the doctor and I looked on, Suzie reached under her skirt and slipped her panties down those gorgeous thighs. She was wearing a pale red cotton pair which, as she stepped out of them, she turned and handed to me to hold. I could feel the warmth of her body in them and the thought that here, now, was my girlfriend, standing in the same room as another man without any panties on, was almost too much to take in. At that moment I really fancied that I could actually smell the scent of her sweet pussy in the room, and then I realised that if I could, then so could the doctor. Suzie sat sideways on the edge of the couch and, as the doctor moved to the bottom of it, she swung her legs up and onto the couch keeping her legs bent and together, but of course naked beneath that short skirt which had ridden up her thighs. In spite of what I knew was coming, I was concerned that the doctor could see up her skirt! There she lay in her boots and skirt but with no panties on. It all seemed so matter of fact. The doctor then asked her to lay back with her head on the pillow and he then took hold of the hem of her skirt on either side of her legs and proceeded to pull it up her legs. I watched, almost mesmerised as he pulled that skirt up her thighs and then revealed her pussy, bit by bit as he pushed her skirt up to her waist, leaving an expanse of her tummy exposed too. He was looking at her pubic mound as was I. Suzie had a lovely tidy pubic bush, as younger women do. You know what I mean, there was no need at her age to shave or wax around the area because it was so naturally smooth. So there I am with my girlfriend on her back with her skirt around her waist allowing her pussy to be viewed by this 'stranger'. As the doctor began to put on a pair of latex gloves, he said ' I will just give you a quick internal first. I want to check on your ovaries and also check for any cysts or unusual growths in your vagina'. 'Now, spread your legs for me please'. With that he nudged at the inside of one of Suzie's knees with the back of his hand and she responded by opening her legs and spreading them so that she had an ankle on either side of the couch. I can't tell you how sexual this situation was. But at the same time I had this inner horror that here was my girlfriend, legs open and pussy glistening and parted for this man to do with as he wished. I stood beside her head as the doctor took a position next to her waist. I watched, transfixed as he reached down and with his fingers, separated the lips of her pussy. He held each lip between thumb and finger and pulled her pussy open, almost playing with her as he examined and stretched her outer folds. Then he applied some KY jelly to the middle finger of his right hand whilst telling her 'this may feel a little cold for a moment'. Then he slid the finger up and down her opening and it made her lips wet and shiny. With his left hand on her tummy, he then pushed that finger up inside my beautiful Suzie. Watching him push it in and twist his hand as the finger roamed her pussy, almost made me wet my pants. He then inserted a second finger to continue the examination. Seeing the bulk of his hand pressed hard into her pubic hair and the sucking noise of her wet pussy as he stared at her most intimate place was ...well...really, really strange. His burrowing went on for what seemed like ten minutes. He probed and squeezed her tummy, pressing from inside her vagina against his other hand on her tummy. During this he occasionally asked her if there was any pain or discomfort. She was obviously in a little pain because she had taken hold of my hand and was gripping hard at times. Eventually the doctor withdrew his fingers and I saw her gaping pussy closing as the fingers came out of her. She gave a little whimper of relief and looked at me with a half smile. I must have looked like I was witnessing the holocaust. Just as I was getting over this invasion, the doctor had been to a cabinet and returned with a long metal instrument and metal tray. I had never seen an instrument like it before, but it was obvious what it was for. It had a hinged section allowing two long wide blades to open obscenely as the doctor tested it, and I realised that in the next minute or so, this was going to be inserted up inside Suzie's pussy. The doctor closed it and held the blades tight in one hand. 'Just warming it up a bit' he remarked to Suzie who raised her head to his comment and saw what he was holding. She half turned her head to me and again gripped my hand as if to say...'oh god no.' The doctor picked up on her expression and asked 'have you never had a speculum inside you before?' Suzie replied that she hadn't and the doctor told her it was nothing to worry about, explaining that it would open her vagina to enable him to look up inside her and to then take a sample from her cervix. The doctor coated the speculum with some KY jelly and resumed his position next to her waist. He then reached up to the light attached to the wall, switched it on and then manoeuvred it to an angle which left the spotlight directly on Suzie's pussy. He then asked her to bend her legs completely at the knees, to raise her legs back towards her shoulders and to let her legs lay as wide apart as possible. She looked obscene but beautifully sexy all at the same time. With her legs spread wide apart and pulled back, her pussy just opened up for the doctor. With his left hand he eased open the lips of her vagina even more and with his right, he positioned the silver speculum at the entrance to her pussy. The contrast of her soft blond pubic hair, the wet pink lips of her pussy against the hard metal of the speculum was a sight to behold. Then as he slid it up, deep inside her she gave little gasps. Then it was all the way in. The doctor said 'this may hurt a little as I stretch you open' and he began to manipulate the two levers at the neck of the instrument. This obviously stretched her pussy wide open as the doctor then bent his head down so close to her pussy that he could almost have licked her. I swear at this point you could definitely smell her pussy in the air of the room. He was staring up inside her, moving the light for maximum illumination of her insides. He then took a small thing, like a cross between a lolly stick and a cotton bud, which he inserted into her and rubbed against her cervix. That made Suzie jump and the doctor apologised. He then removed the stick and placed it in a bottle with a screw top which he labelled. Then he came back to her and announced that he was just going to examine her bottom. I had to watch as he slid a finger around her tight little anus and gradually he worked the finger up inside her. This was really uncomfortable for her and she gave out little cries as he wiggled the finger around inside her. At last he pulled it out from her, at the same time remarking that all seemed well. I was desperately wanting him to remove the metal instrument, still sticking out from Suzie's pussy and stretching her wide open. However, he had another good look up inside her and then said 'nothing to worry about, but I'd just like my colleague doctor Singh to have a quick look at a little lump just inside your vagina, is that alright?'. Suzie responded a muted 'ermm...Yes'. He left the room leaving the door to the waiting room slightly ajar and I had panicked visions of the door swinging open to a waiting room of staring people, all looking straight up my girlfriends stretched open legs and vagina. The doctor returned followed directly by doctor Singh who was obviously Asian. Now I am not racist, but it seems it is one thing for a white male stranger to look at my girl's pussy, but an entirely different emotion to see an Asian man leaning between her spread legs and staring up her vagina whilst with his hand, manipulating the speculum to get an even better view. Doctor Singh then put on a glove and pushed two fingers through the opening of the speculum. He rubbed his fingers in and out of her pussy saying to his colleague 'ah yes...nothing to be concerned about, it looks like a very small swelling but nothing that requires treatment'. He had a last look up inside before addressing Suzie with the same news. Suzie thanked him. This was bizarre. Two strange males, both next to her naked and stretched pussy and she is offering thanks! The speculum was then removed and I had this urge to lick it clean to avoid leaving her juices in that room for anyone else to see, but of course I couldn't do that. I helped her get down and gave her the panties to put back on. Then we sat again at the doctors' desk whilst he explained that his examination had not revealed anything of any concern and that her smear test results would be sent to her inside four weeks. I was affected by this whole experience so much that I gradually introduced a version of it into our lovemaking, talking to her whilst I touched her clitoris about several men being in the room and looking at her pussy. Every time I did this, she would get so, so wet it was fantastic! Sadly we parted company a few years ago, but in spite of that, I still play that day out in my fantasies. Ever wish you could revisit a time or event? I do! A Visit to the Doctor It was a warm, spring afternoon back in the year of 1959 and at that time, here in the United States, there were no sexual harassment laws. My fiancee and I were to be married and it was a state law that you had to have a blood test before the marriage. My fiancee was a very beautiful, voluptuous eighteen year old girl and I was twenty. We were just two naive kids. For our blood tests, we made an appointment with her family doctor. Doctor Sanders had his own practice. His office was a portion of his large home as so many doctors had at that time. His office had it's own entrance and we entered into a small waiting room. He did not have a nurse or a receptionist as his wife would sometimes assist him when he was busy. This day it seemed to be slow. We sat in the waiting room for a few minutes until an old women came out of the office with the doctor. He bid the woman fair well and then turning to us, he pointed at me and said, "I'll take you next." He was a tall, handsome man, in his late fifties with a full head of salt and pepper hair. I remember he was a pleasant man with large hands. I followed him into his office where he had a desk, chairs, book cases, all in a deep mahogany. Going through his office, we entered into the examination room which was furnished with a couple of chairs, a sink, cabinets and an examination table all done in white. "Okay Jack. So you're here for a blood test. Getting married is a big step in a man's life. Take a seat here and give me your arm." Rubbing alcohol on my arm he continued, "So, tell me. What do you do for a living?" "I'm in construction. I drive a truck." "Oh! Okay. This won't hurt. Just a little pin prick. Are you and your fiancee sexually active?" I thought for a moment not knowing what to answer. Then he asked me again, "Are you and your girlfriend having sexual intercourse?" "No, no doctor. We decided to wait till we're married." "That's good to hear. Too many people are jumping into bed before they even know each other. Okay, let me put a bandage on this for you. Now do you want to pay for your fiancee also?" "Yes doctor." "All right. That will be ten dollars and let me give you a receipt... Here you go, good luck in your marriage and you can send the young lady in." "Thank you doctor." It took all of five minutes and I was out of his office, telling my girl friend it was her turn. She said, "Here, hold my purse." She walked into the doctors office leaving the door slightly ajar behind her. Then I saw the doctor close the door and it gave me a little tinge of concern, knowing that she was alone with a man behind a closed door. I sat in the waiting room for twenty minutes and then an old man and woman came in. We all sat there for another fifteen minutes before my fiancee came out, following behind her, the doctor greeted the old couple. Now before this visit, my fiancee was excited and constantly talking about the wedding plans but now, she was very silent. We got into my car and as I started driving, I asked her what took her so long in his office? She answered, "Just drive." I stopped at a traffic light, looked over at her and I asked again, "Why are you so sullen? What happened in there?" "Just drive." "No! What happened? Tell me! I want to know." She looked at me for a moment, hesitating, as if trying to decide whether to tell me or not and then she said, "He played with my tits and then fingered my pussy." "He what!? No. He's a doctor!" "I'm telling you what he did." I felt the blood rush through my body as the anger overcame me. There was a parking spot on the side of the road and I pulled the car into it. Turning off the engine, I turned to her and said, "Look! I want you to tell me everything. Everything that he did and said, exactly. Don't leave anything out." She began her story: "I went into his office, he closed the door and led me into the examination room. He pointed to a chair for me to sit down and asked," "Okay Rosemarie, which arm shall we take the blood from?" "I gave him my right arm and he put alcohol on it asking me," "So when was the last time you saw a doctor?" "About two years ago. My mother brought me in here to see you. I was all congested with a terrible cough and sore throat." "Oh. I'll take a look at it when I'm finished here. How is your mom?" "She's fine doctor and my throat is Okay." "That's all right. I'll look at it anyway. How is your health overall. Any problems?" "No doctor. I'm fine." "How are your menstruates? Are they regular?" "Yes doctor." "No problems in between?" "No doctor. I'm really fine." "When was the last time you had your period?" "Two weeks ago." "You know Rosemarie, now that you are a young woman and you are about to become sexually active, I think that I should give you an exam. Just to make sure everything is in good condition and we don't end up with some unforeseen problems." "I'll be Okay, doctor." "That didn't take long. Let me put a bandage on this for you... There. Now just lean your head back, open your mouth and say Ahhh while I take a look down your throat." "He shined his light down my throat and said," "Everything looks good. You really should let me give you a physical. My two fifteen cancelled on me so I have the time right now. Only take a couple of minutes." "No doctor. I don't think so." "Rosemarie, I'll tell you what. Your boyfriend paid for your blood test. The cost of a physical is forty dollars. I'll waive the charges. It will be my wedding gift to you." "No doctor. Not now." "Rosemarie? Are you going to refuse my wedding gift?" "Oh doctor, if you're going to put it that way, then, Okay." "Good decision. If you'll remove your blouse and stand here, we'll get started. Let me close this inner door so we're not disturbed." "I stood there with my blouse off and he began to listen to my heart with his stethoscope. Then he stepped behind me and put his stethoscope on my back asking me to take deep breathes. "Then he placed the stethoscope on the counter and said," "Okay. Now I'm just going to unhook your bra so I can feel for any abnormalities." "Standing behind me, I felt him unhook my bra and then I felt his hands come around and cup my breasts, one in each hand. He began feeling them, squeezing and rubbing them. I could feel his body up against my back as he fondled them. I could feel his hot breath against my ear as he pulled me up against him, feeling and massaging my tits. "Then he let them go and came around to my front. He lifted my bra off of me, saying," "Let's get rid of this." "Then he began to fondle one boob with both hands rubbing my nipple with his thumb and then he did the same to the other breast. He really got his feels in. After he finished that, he said," "Now Rosemarie, I want you to take off your shoes and skirt and get up on this table, on your back. Here's a step-on stool for you to use." "I took off my shoes and skirt and laid on the table as he instructed while he was washing his hands. Drying his hands he came over to me and asked," "Are you comfortable?" "Yes doctor." "Have you ever had an internal before?" "No doctor." "Okay. There's nothing to it. I know it's just a little embarrassing. It won't hurt and it will be over quickly. I promise. "Now if I can just reach up here and remove your underwear. Just raise up your tush a little for me. That's a girl." "He slipped off my panties. I was glad that I had taken a shower earlier. "Then he placed his hand under my knees saying," "Now I want you to raise your knees up like this so your feet are flat on the table. That's it. Open your legs for me. Come on, spread your knees apart for me as wide as you can. That's it. I'm putting a little lube on my finger so I won't hurt you." Up until now, I listened to my fiancee relating her story and I had gotten very angry. To think that he had felt her up so completely but now, he was getting to her most private place, her virgin vagina. It was mine, I should be the only man to ever see it and feel it and yet, here was a man, a stranger, seeing it, feeling it and touching it. I was no longer angry at him, I was becoming aroused. The closer he got to her private parts as she related her story, the more I became aroused. I had an erection that was throbbing in my pants and I had to hide it from her. She continued with her story: "I laid there with my legs opened listening to him describe what he was doing," "Everything looks and feels good, labia are clear and feel clear. Do you feel any discomfort when I do this?" "No doctor." "Any discomfort here?" "No doctor." "How about like this?" "No." "Your clitoris looks and feels alright. How does this feel?" "It feels good." "It feels good or does it feel really good?" "It feels really good doctor." "Good. Now I'm going to gently ease my finger into you and feel around inside." "Oh!" "I know, the jelly is cold?" "No doctor. It's just that your finger feels so big." "That's because you're resisting me. Just relax. You seem so tense, I'm not going to hurt you. Relax and let it slip in... That's it. Now I'm all the way in and I can feel your hymen. It feels good and it's all in tack. Now tell me, do you feel pleasure or pain when I do this?" "Pleasure." "How about here? Pleasure or pain?" "Pleasure." "And here?" "Pleasure" "And when I'm doing this?" "Plea, ... pleasure." "How does it feel when I'm doing this?" "It feels good... Oh doctor! Oh! Oh... Oh my God! Humm." "It's Okay Rosemarie. Let yourself go. Climax for me. That's it. Climax." "Oh doctor... I can't stop... Oh please... Don't stop." "It's Okay.. Climax for me again. Come on. One more orgasm. Feel the joy of my finger. Feel it. That's it! Cum girl. Cum for me." "Humm,, Humm,, Oh...Oh.. Oh God! Humm!" "That's it. Good girl. Easy now. Relax, relax. Rest. You did good." "Oh doctor." "Shush! Just rest and be still." "Oh doctor I'm so sorry." "There's nothing to be sorry about. You're a woman and you reacted like a woman. Just lie quiet and let the sensitivity subside. Enjoy the peaceful feelings it gives you. Do you feel better now?" "Oh yes doctor." "Good. Now that I have you nice and calm, I'll clean you up. Just hold your legs open for me and I'll wipe your vagina with these tissues... This jelly does make a mess." "Oh!" "Still a little sensitive?" "Yes doctor." "There's some lube on your anus. Just raise up a little for me. That's it... There! I think I have you all cleaned up. Feel better?" "Yes doctor." "Okay. Let me help you to sit up... That's it. Just sit here for a moment and then I'll help you off the table." "After a few moments I sat up and he helped me off the table saying," "Now that you're standing, you can get dressed and I'll meet you in my office." "After I got dressed I went into his office and he said," "Well, you look a bit more calm now." "I am. Thank you doctor." "Rosemarie, have a seat for a moment. You'll be glad to know that you have a clean bill of health. Everything is pristine. I just want to explain something to you. "During your procedure, you became sexually aroused and that is normal. It happens quite often with my female patients. When it does happen, I'll finish their examination and send them home to their husbands. "Very often, as in your case, I'll have a patient who does not have a man to go home to so I'll neutralize her sexual arousal with a clinical masturbation. I know you are saving your virginity for when you are married, so that is why I neutralized your arousal. "Some of my colleagues say that I'm unethical but I feel that it would be criminal to send a woman away in that sexually aroused state, knowing that she has no means to resolve the condition that I created. A woman in that aroused state is prone to accidents, hysteria, rape and God knows whatever else. So when a patient leaves my office, I know that she is calm, relaxed and of sound mind. I hope you understand what I'm trying to say?" "Yes, I think I do doctor." "Good! Then I think this can remain our little secret. Do you have any questions?" "No doctor." "Very well. Now I have to get on to my next patient." My fiancee ended her account by saying, "Then we came out of his office to you. I just feel like he wanted to get his feels in and finger fuck me. What do you think?" I answered her, "Well, he is a doctor. He's your family doctor, he's treated you for years. I can't say, I don't know." I couldn't tell her how much her story aroused me. That I had a hard on and I didn't know why. I didn't know what was wrong with me. How could another man, touching her private parts, get me so aroused? Why did I feel this way? Little did I know at the time, that I was destined to live my life as a cuckold. Back at her house, she told her mother what had transpired. Her mother smiled and said, "Yeah, that's doctor Sanders, he's one of the best doctors in the area. You can't find better. That's just the way he is." "Yeah, but mom, he had his hands and fingers all over me." "You'll get use to it and besides, you should get a check up once a year." I thought to myself, "A check up once a year, now that's a good idea." End A Visit to the Doctor K. Nitsua. Copyright 2013 by the author. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Having sex with one's doctor is a potent fantasy for many adults, as the many stories written on this theme indicate. There are people, mostly men, who put a lot of time, effort and skill into making such fantasies come true for their lucky clients. The scenes they construct mix realistic medical procedures with varying proportions of bondage and domination. This is a warning that this particular story is about such a session, not an actual medical examination. KN I didn't have any trouble finding the office from the directions the doctor had given me. It was on a quiet residential street just off a main city thoroughfare. I parked in the driveway as he had instructed and walked toward the door. Up until now I hadn't been nervous, concentrating on the drive, but now my breath quickened and my heart began to beat faster. It hadn't been easy to get this appointment with such a distinguished physician. Dr. Roberts and I had an extensive chat online before he determined that I was qualified for one of his physical examinations. It was a hot late spring day. I had on a T-shirt, jeans with a jockstrap, my favorite underwear, underneath, and old Nikes. I wasn't going to keep the clothes on for long anyway, so there wasn't any need to dress more formally. I was walking a little funny because my bladder was uncomfortably full. Dr. Roberts had told me to drink a lot of fluids before I came so that I could give a urine sample without difficulty as part of the physical examination. I'd overdone it a little in my eagerness to comply with his instructions. I got to the door and knocked. It opened right away and finally I saw the doctor in the flesh. He was exactly as I'd hoped he'd be: tall, trim, and distinguished looking with neatly trimmed salt-and-pepper hair. He wore wire-rimmed glasses that accentuated a pair of friendly gray eyes. His teeth were white and even when he smiled. "You must be Dirk," he said, sticking out his hand. "Right on time. Come in and have a seat." He ushered me into a front room with a desk. He motioned me to sit in a chair in front of it, which I did. Sunlight filtered in through the shaded window. He rummaged in a box on the floor and pulled out a binder before he sat down. "Since it's your first visit to the Male Clinic, I'll do an intake interview with you," Dr. Roberts said. "Please answer the questions as thoroughly and truthfully as you can, even if some of them seem intimate or embarrassing. The more I know about your medical and sexual history, the better examination I can give you. Do you have any questions or concerns?" "No, Doctor. I'm prepared to answer your questions to the best of my ability. I'm putting myself in your hands." Dr. Roberts smiled. "Good. Let's begin." He opened the binder. The intake interview took fifteen or twenty minutes. The first questions were standard ones that I'd answered at doctor's offices many times before, about my medical history, past surgeries, any current symptoms, drug allergies, etc. Then Dr. Roberts' questions became more personal and detailed. He asked me whether I had any phobias, specifically about sensory deprivation or restraint. "No--in fact, the idea kind of excites me," I said truthfully, with a smile. "Good," he said, returning the smile. "Now there will be a series of questions about your sexual history. Again, please be as truthful as possible with your answers." We talked for ten or fifteen more minutes. By the time he was done with the questions my heart was beating fast and my cock was rock hard, even though my bladder was aching for release. "I think we're ready to begin," the doctor said. "Will you please follow me into the examination room?" We walked down a narrow hallway, past a bathroom, up a flight of stairs, and into a spacious room in the rear, which took up the entire width of the office. A padded examination table stood in the middle. The walls were lined with shelves, holding medical equipment of every conceivable kind. I recognized stethoscopes, padded hammers for testing reflexes, and a few other things, but there was too much for me to take it all in. "First," the doctor said. "I'd like you to undress down to your briefs. Place your clothes on this chair," he said, gesturing to one that stood nearby. "Yes, doctor." I unbuttoned my shirt with fingers that were trembling with excitement. In moments I was naked except for my jockstrap. I covered my crotch protectively with my hands and stood before him with downcast eyes for inspection. "Very nice," Dr. Roberts said. "You're wearing a jockstrap. You do that often?" "Yes, doctor." "Very good for scrotal support," he said. "And very sexy. Now this," he said, producing a paper hospital gown, "is not so sexy. I'm going to ask you to put it on." I put my arms through the short sleeves. He put his arms on my shoulders and gently turned me to tie the gown in back. I started as I felt his hand touch my bare butt. "Sorry, I know my hands are cold," the doctor said. "I'm going to ask you to sit on the examination table now." Perched on the examination table in the hospital gown and jockstrap, I watched as Dr. Roberts gathered together his equipment and put it on top of a cart covered with a towel. The exam began pretty routinely, as the doctor grasped my wrist and looked at his wristwatch while taking my pulse. He then looked into my eyes with a small light, then into my ears with another scope. He even produced a tongue depressor, pushed my mouth and tongue this way and that, and asked me to say "aah." I suppressed a smile at the old-fashioned procedures. "Now I'm going to take your blood pressure." He expertly wrapped the cuff around my upper arm and squeezed the rubber bulb. I felt the pulse inside my arm as he gradually let the air out. "One hundred ten over seventy," he announced. "Excellent. You're in great shape." "I work at it." His eyes scrutinized my body. "It shows." "Thanks." The doctor cleared his throat. "From here on I'm going to examine various areas of your body. It may be easier for me to do this if you remove the gown. If you are uncomfortable doing so, you may keep it on." I looked him in the eye. "I can take it off." "Good." He watched as I lifted my arms and undid the strings in back. I lifted it off and handed it to the doctor, shivering a bit in the chilly room. "Are you cold?" "A bit," I said truthfully. He looked at my chest. "I can tell. Your nipples are erect. We'll get some measurements in a minute." He put his face close to mine as he gently palpated the sides of my neck. "Checking your lymph nodes. No problem here." He then picked up a stethoscope and put the ends in his ears. "Now I'm going to listen to your heart and lungs." The cold metal pressed against my pectoral muscles, sending another shiver through me. "Good." He moved around me and the stethoscope pressed into my back. "Take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Again. Again. Good. Lungs are clear." He came back and faced me again. "Stand and place your palms in back of your head, please. I'm going to inspect your skin for any suspicious looking moles or growths." I followed his instructions as he bent to put down the stethoscope. When he straightened he held a small magnifying glass. Dr. Roberts then moved in very close again as he started at my neck and moved slowly down my body with the magnifying glass, examining every inch of my skin. He put the glass in his pocket. I started to relax, but he said-- "Keep your palms behind your head. We're going to do a little test." "What kind of test?" A slight smile. "In our preliminary interview you told me that your nipples were very sensitive. We're going to find out just how sensitive. Now, do your best not to move or react, no matter what I do." He stood very close in front of me and gazed into my eyes intently. I gasped as I felt the light, cool touch of a fingertip on each of my nipples. My breath quickened as his hands and fingers began to move, fondling, squeezing and gently pinching each nub of flesh. My cock swelled and strained against the pouch of the strap as the doctor continued the stimulation. Despite the doctor's instructions a small whimper of pleasure welled up from my throat. He smiled. "Remember what I said." "Yes, doctor," I gasped out with some difficulty. "Is this painful or unpleasant for you?" I laughed, unable to help myself. "Hell, no. Oh my god-it's wonderful." Dr. Roberts produced a metal tube from his pocket and squeezed out some of its contents onto his fingertips. "I see that your nipples are a powerful erogenous zone. Let's try some moist stimulation." When he began to rub the K-Y onto my tits I lost control, throwing back my head and moaning. It was all I could do to keep my hands locked behind my head. I felt moisture in my crotch and felt precum from the head of my cock soaking through the elastic webbing of my jock pouch. "Please, doctor-" "Yes?" The doctor said, continuing his stimulation. "I'll cum if you do that any more. No kidding." "Really? I guess that gives me my answer. Let's take a measurement." He produced a small metal ruler and pressed it against my chest. "One centimeter in diameter and a bit more in height when fully erect. You can lower your arms." He stepped back. I let my arms fall limp at my sides and stood, still panting, head hanging, a bit embarrassed that I had become so aroused. "I'd say on a scale of 1 to 10 of nipple sensitivity you're a 10. Next, turn toward the table so I can examine your back and buttocks." In a moment he said, "Bend forward and spread your cheeks." He knelt and spent a long time looking at the skin on my rear end, holding his face so close I could feel his breath on my cheeks and my asshole. I was trembling again from the cold and from the excitement of being scrutinized so intimately. He moved the glass down the backs of my legs, then asked me to straighten up again. He moved around to my front so that his face was right in front of the now moist pouch of my jock. His hands took hold of the waistband. "I'm going to lower this garment to examine the pubic area." He slowly pushed the jockstrap down my thighs. My cock flopped out, half-hard with excitement, the head glistening with the pre-cum I'd leaked already. The doctor once again took his time, passing the glass over my groin and pubic area. After the visual exam was done, he took my penis and lifted it with one hand, taking each testicle and cradling with the palm of the other, then gently rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. "In case you're wondering, I'm doing a testicular exam to check for cancer. This is the way to do it, if you don't know already." "Yes, doctor." "I see that you are circumcised. I'm going to take the head of your penis and press on it to spread the urethral opening. I'm checking for any discharge that may indicate disease." I was looking around the room, trying desperately not to let myself throw a full-boned erection. Feebly I tried to joke about the situation. "You can probably tell I'm discharging already." Doctor Roberts' voice was dry. "A normal by-product of sexual excitement, quite harmless." I gasped as I felt his finger spread the pre-cum over the head of my cock, sending a wave of pleasure through me. "Checking the consistency of the fluid. Totally normal pre-ejaculate." He took hold of my jock, but instead of raising it back in place he pushed it all the way down to the floor and looked up at me. "With your permission, I'm going to remove your garment. The rest of the examination will be easier if you are completely unclothed. Are you comfortable with this?" I was trying not to shiver. My breathing was quick. My heart was beating fast with nervousness-and arousal. I nodded. "Whatever you say, doc." "Good." He lifted both my feet out of the strap, picked it up, and put it on top of the rest of my clothes. "Now I'd like to get a urine sample." He stepped to a nearby table, picked up a large glass laboratory beaker, and turned back to me. My bladder was painfully full, but even so, it's always hard to pee in front of another person, particularly when you're naked and semi-hard and the other person is clothed and staring intently at you. My first attempts to get the stream started were a total failure. I sighed with frustration. "Would turning away from me help? You can if you wish." "Thanks." I turned around, closed my eyes, took some deep breaths and tried to relax. Finally golden liquid began to flow into the container. And flowed. And flowed. The relief was exquisite. By the time I was finished the beaker was nearly full. I turned back to the doctor and held it out. He smiled. "Your bladder sure was full, wasn't it? This will have to be held until we can send some to the lab." He took the container and left the room. In a moment he was back. "You've been very cooperative so far. Good job." I blushed and lowered my eyes. "Thanks, doctor." I felt a hand under my chin, gently but firmly lifting my head until my eyes met his. "As this medical exam continues you may experience some psychological as well as physical discomfort. I can assure you that anything that I do is for your health and welfare. Are you prepared to obey without question, to trust me?" His gaze was level, his voice cool and professional. I nodded without hesitation. "You're the doctor. I'll do anything you say." "Good boy." He smiled. "We're going to go back to the examination table. I'd like you to mount it and assume the position on your hands and knees." I walked to the table, shivering with cold and excitement. I climbed on and crouched as the doctor had ordered, elbows and knees on the padded top of the table, my bare ass in the air. "Lower your head. I'm going to take your temperature rectally. It's the most accurate way, though most doctors don't want to embarrass their patients." I gasped as something narrow, cold and rigid was inserted into my asshole. My muscles automatically clenched around it. I felt the doctor's hand on my cheeks, trapping the thermometer between his fingers, preventing it from being drawn in and disappearing into my insides. Doctor Roberts chuckled. "A strong response. I'm going to have to hold it in place. Stay as still as you can. This will only take a minute." The room fell silent except for the raspy sound of my breathing. My face was on fire with embarrassment as I was forced to hold this humiliating pose. My cock was rock hard underneath me. I could feel precum being squeezed from its tip every time my rectal muscles involuntarily clenched around the thermometer. Occasionally the doctor's fingers holding the thermometer in place moved, seeming to caress my cheeks. Finally he grasped the thermometer and withdrew it. "Ninety-eight point six. Absolutely normal. Now will you turn over onto your back, please." Once I was on my back, he began to press on various places on my lower body, palpating my organs, occasionally asking me to take deep breaths and let them out. Although he approached my private parts, he did not take hold of them as he had earlier. His touch was firm and professional and I began to relax a bit. "Doing okay?" The doctor asked. I nodded. "Good. I want you to be relaxed for this next phase of the examination. I'm going to test your sensory perception when you are deprived of visual cues," said the doctor. "I will blindfold you with a special light-blocking mask, very high-tech, and restrain your limbs. This is so that you will focus exclusively on the sense being tested. Are you ready?" "Yes, doctor." In a moment Dr. Roberts loomed above me with the high-tech blindfold. It looked like a pair of safety goggles, but completely black. Sure enough when he placed in on my face and tightened the strap around my head everything became pitch black even though nothing was touching my eyes and they could stay open. I felt my legs being gently spread apart, and fastened in place with straps. My arms were then lifted over my head. The doctor gently made me bend them until my hands almost touched my head. I heard the clink of metal and felt something soft encircle first my right, then my left wrist. I realized I was spread-eagled and shackled to the table. A thrill of mingled arousal and fear passed through me as I realized how completely at his mercy I was now. I had no choice but to trust him, fully and completely. "We will begin the test now," the doctor said in a soft voice. "I will touch various parts of your body with various objects and substances. Describe to me any sensation you feel-temperature, pressure, sharpness, anything. There should not be anything that will cause you more than mild to moderate discomfort. If at any time you want the test to stop, indicate your wishes by saying 'mayday.' Do you understand?" I nodded. "'Mayday'. Got it." "Here we go." A moment later I chuckled. "Very gentle touch. Your fingertips on my stomach." "Right." I gasped as my right nipple was fondled, lightly and gently. "A-a feather?" "Mm hmm. Good. Are you ticklish?" Before I could answer I started as the same object touched my rib cage. "Yes!" The doctor's voice took on a teasing note. "Are you?" He tickled me again with the feather and I shouted with laughter, jerking and straining at my bonds. "Stop! Please!" "Okay, I will. For now," he said, in a mock-ominous tone. A pause, then I felt cool moisture on my stomach and a sharp minty aroma filled my nostrils. "Whew, feels cool. Ben-Gay?" "That's right. A little menthol rub." The next moment I gasped as the same substance was applied to my nipples. The pleasure was exquisite and I sighed and strained at my bonds as the doctor's fingers continued to move in gentle circles on the sensitized nubs of flesh. "Oh God," I moaned. "You're getting erect again," the doctor observed in a dry voice. "Yes, your response to nipple stimulation is an exceptionally strong one." He withdrew his hands. A pause, and then I heard a sound, which I recognized as the striking of a match. The sharp odor of sulfur assailed my nostrils. A thrill of real fear raced through me. "Wh-what are you doing?" "Now, now, don't worry. I promised-no pain, no physical injury. Maybe just a bit of discomfort, though." The next moment I screamed, more in shock than in pain, as I felt something burning hot drop onto my right thigh. It quickly cooled to a tolerable warmth and I braced myself for another hit. "Ah!" Another fiery liquid hit on my ball sac. "You haven't told me what you think it is," the doctor murmured. "Candle wax, it's fucking hot wax!" "Very good." Two more hits, one on each nipple. My back came off the table as I cried out each time the melted wax hit a sensitive zone. I strained uselessly against the bonds holding me in place. I was panting with mingled fear and yes, arousal. "OH FUCK!" I screamed, as flaming agony erupted from the head of my erect cock, where the doctor had dropped one more splash of wax. "Had enough?" "Yes! Yes! Please stop! Mayday!" "You needn't worry about suffering any permanent damage. Paraffin melts at a very low temperature, actually. Just hot enough to give you a bit of a jolt. Now lie still and I'll remove the blindfold." When I could see again I looked down at the splotches of congealing wax on my body, the skin pink underneath each one, then up into the doctor's face. "Amazing how lack of vision increases sensitivity, isn't it?" There was nothing I could say to this, so I didn't say anything. Dr. Roberts scraped the lumps of wax off with his fingertips, being gentle with my somewhat softened cock, and brushed the crumbs off the table. He released me from my bonds. A Visit to the Doctor "Just lie there a moment and relax. I know that was a bit stressful for you." "A bit," I agreed, trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. "But you enjoyed it, didn't you?" For a moment I was speechless, then slowly I nodded. "Yeah. In a way I guess I did. Does that make me some kind of pervert?" The doctor's expression was serious. "We're so quick to label behaviors weird or perverse. If two adults are involved and there's mutual consent, neither person getting harmed, then there's nothing wrong with whatever it is they're doing." He patted my stomach. "What this is all about today is your giving up control. That's a strange and difficult thing for a man to do. You're doing very well, by the way. Shall we continue?" My mouth was dry as I looked up at him and nodded yes. "Good. We're going to move on to the final phase of the examination, the rectal and prostate exams and the collection of a sperm sample." There was no point in trying to pretend my cock wasn't rock hard. He could see it as plain as day. Like a good doctor, though, he gave no indication that he noticed. "In order to give you the best possible exam your system has to be thoroughly cleaned out. Have you ever had an enema?" "Well, I have cleaned myself out. For, you know..." Doctor Roberts smiled. "This will be a little more extensive than that, but at least you're familiar with the idea. I'll be back in a moment." He disappeared and returned in a little while, carrying a large glass pitcher with measuring markings on the side filled with water and an object that at first I didn't recognize. It was a rather squat plastic bottle, again with markings on the side, with a black, conical nozzle. Through the plastic I could see that it was filled with water and a tube hung down into the inside. "This device," the doctor announced, "is sold as a nasal rinse. However, because of its construction it works very well for our purposes. Turn onto your left side, away from me, and raise your right knee toward your chest, please." I obeyed, exposing my asshole to him. "We'll need just a little lubrication." I felt a gloved finger apply a cold hit of lubricant. "Now, take deep breaths. Relax as much as you can." I felt the nozzle press against the opening, then enter. The next moment warm liquid flooded into my bowel, almost too warm to be comfortable. I didn't fight it-in fact, it felt good. "Very good, we're almost finished with this first bottle," the doctor murmured. "As I continue adding liquid, you may start to feel cramping. This is normal, and should not be unbearable. You'll be required to hold the fluid in for a certain amount of time. I'll monitor the situation closely." He withdrew the squeeze bottle and I heard him filling it again. The next bottleful began to flow in and I began to feel full-very full-inside. It was a strange mixture of arousal and discomfort. "How many more?" I asked. "Let's see. I think you'll be able to take two more. That'll make about a quart of fluid." "Really?" I was nervous at the thought. "You'll be fine. This is a saline solution, so it won't upset your system. Plain water could thin your blood too much." The doctor grasped my shoulder reassuringly. "Nothing bad will happen, I promise." "Okay." The third bottleful of warm water was squeezed into me. Now I really began to feel uncomfortably full, and I shifted to try and ease the cramps. Dr. Roberts ran his hand along my stomach, gently. "You're feeling it now, aren't you? Breathe deeply, keep relaxed. You're doing great. Just one more bottle." I groaned as yet more liquid flowed into my system. My stomach was distended from the water inside. "All done." The doctor put down the bottle. "Now, we'll take a few minutes to let your system adjust." He began to rub my stomach again. "I'll let you know when you can expel the liquid. The bathroom is nearby." He pointed in its direction. "When I tell you too, get up SLOWLY off the table and proceed there. Don't hurry, even though you may feel like running. We don't want to have an accident," he chuckled. He bent over close to me, his hand never stopping its gentle motion on my body. "Breathe...relax..." he whispered into my ear. I did my best to obey him and ignore the cramping urgency in my body. Finally, he said, "I think you are ready to evacuate. Remember what I said. Get up slowly. Walk slowly. Leave the bathroom door open." I found out what he meant when I moved-my insides lurched with their watery burden and almost betrayed me right there. With an effort I avoided disaster and began walking toward the bathroom. In the midst of my embarrassment and discomfort I felt another, surprising sensation. I looked down at my semi-erect cock. I made it to the toilet just in time. As I quickly sat down and let myself go I looked up and saw the doctor coming toward me. He stopped at the door, leaning against the frame and looking intently at me as the "evacuation" continued. My face felt hot as I blushed. The doctor nodded. "I know this is embarrassing for you," he said. "It's for your own safety. Sometimes people have odd reactions-most often, faintness and dizziness. It's best if I monitor the situation until you're through." "Aw, fuck," was all I could say. No one had watched me take a shit since I was a toddler and the humiliation was intense. I bowed my head and tried to tune out everything. The next few minutes seemed really long, but finally it was done. I flushed and stood up. "Stay there." The doctor disappeared and came back with a washcloth. "Turn around and bend over, I'll clean you up." When he was done, he said, "Now we're ready. I'm going to lead you to a special table for the final phase of your examination. This way, please." I had seen the equipment he was talking about when I first walked in. It was a table with two additions at either end. At the head end, which was raised at an angle, there was an extension, a flat board with two wrist restraints attached to it. At the foot a tall scaffold had been attached to the legs, so that a bar ran horizontally several feet above the end. Two leather rings hung on chains from this bar. The doctor's voice was low and soft behind me. "You will be restrained at both ends. The stirrups will force your legs to stay apart, allowing me maximum access to your anus, rectum and prostate. Your wrists will be bound, making you unable to resist. I will of course not physically harm you in any way, but you will be totally at my mercy. I want to make sure of your consent before we proceed. Do I have it?" I waited a long moment, then nodded. "Yes." He patted me gently on my bare shoulder. "Good boy. Please assume the position." I got on the table and turned onto my back. He raised each of my arms above my head and snapped the restraints into place, then lifted my legs and passed them through the leather rings. When he was done he stepped back, regarding me silently. I noticed that there was a definite bulge between his legs, visible through the long white coat. "Some of my patients ask to be hooded, blindfolded, or gagged. Since you are a first-time patient, I will omit those steps." For the first time a slight leer crossed his face. "My guess is you'll want to see what's going on." I lay bound, spread-eagled, my genitals and asshole exposed and vulnerable. I licked my dry lips and nodded. "Yes, doctor." My cock was hard as a rock on my belly. It felt as if it had been that way the whole afternoon. His gaze grew intense. "You are a beautiful young man. I'm going to enjoy this examination." He pulled up a chair and drew a small table toward him as he sat down. On it was a pair of rubber gloves, a tube of K-Y jelly, and a collection of what I recognized as dildos and butt plugs. The doctor snapped on the gloves and squeezed a glob of lubricant onto the fingertips of his right hand. I peered down, watching his hand as it approached my hole. I felt his fingers tickle the opening. "Breathe," he said, and a moment later I grunted as his fingers pushed in. He rotated his hand to the left and right. An involuntary "ah" escaped my lips as he found my prostate and began to palpate it vigorously. "Feels very healthy," the doctor said. "Firm, no nodules. A bit enlarged, congested maybe. You've been aroused quite a bit this afternoon." "You're telling me," I chuckled, between gasps of pleasure. "You've had receptive anal intercourse, correct?" he asked, his fingers never stopping. "Uh-huh." "I'm going to test the muscle tone of your anal sphincter by inserting progressively larger instruments. If you really feel you can't take it, tell me." "Okay," I said, nervously eyeing some of the toys he had on his tray. I hoped he wouldn't get to the biggest one. It went on for what seemed like forever. Helpless in the restraints, I shouted and groaned with mingled pleasure and pain countless times as the doctor lubed up dildo after dildo and pushed them into my asshole, gently but without mercy. Sometimes after insertion he would move them back and forth, fucking me with them. Other times he would tell me to move my hips and fuck myself on the toy that was violating me. He would give my cock a few strokes each time, never enough to push me over the edge and make me cum, no matter how much I pleaded. The instruments, as he kept calling them, got thicker and longer. My eyes bugged out at the sight of the last one, a huge black latex butt plug. "Please, no. I can't," I pleaded. "Oh, I think you can," he purred. "Your sphincter is nice and relaxed now, after all these preliminary insertions." "No, please, doctor." For the first time I was really scared. "That thing will tear me apart. Please don't make me." The doctor considered this, and then looked at me. "Well, there is one alternative. I don't usually offer this to my patients, but you're so damn hot..." I realized what he wanted, and nodded vigorously. "Yes. Take me. Fuck me, doctor." We locked eyes. He stood. "As you wish." He began to unbutton his white coat. In a very short while he had stripped naked, revealing a surprisingly toned body. His long, cut penis jutted from his trimmed crotch, its darker head moist with precum. Dr. Roberts reached for the instrument stand and picked up a foil-wrapped condom-I hadn't noticed it there before. I watched his every move as he tore it open and unrolled the latex onto his himself. A swipe of K-Y and he was ready, smiling as he moved toward me and got between my spread legs. He took his cock in his hand and guided it to my hole, slick and tender from the abuse it had already taken. "Entry shouldn't be difficult," he said. Sure enough, one thrust of his hips and he was inside. I grunted and tossed my head as he quickly buried himself up to the balls in me. He looked into my eyes again and something happened. All afternoon I had let this man strip, embarrass and humiliate me. He had crossed all boundaries, violated me in multiple ways, with my consent. He had torn down my defenses. Now he was taking me in ultimate conquest. In that moment I surrendered the last traces of my identity and self-respect. I became just a fuckhole for his all-conquering dick. I wanted nothing more to be ravaged and used by him until I was a dried-up husk, then tossed aside. "You're mine," he whispered, as he grasped my calves and began to thrust. Dr. Roberts proved to be as skilled a fucker as he had been at everything else he'd done to me that day. He fucked me deep, then shallow, fast, then slow, occasionally grinding his hips in a circle, constantly keeping me guessing as to what he'd do next. In the midst of it all he bent downward and gave me a long, wet kiss, feeding my hungry mouth all that it wanted of his lips and tongue. He then switched his attentions to my nipples. That got me thrashing and whimpering, straining futilely at the restraints binding my wrists. I wanted so badly to throw my arms around him, press him to me, take my tortured cock in my hand and bring myself off. I couldn't do anything except lie there and take it. In the fading light of late afternoon the doctor took what he hadn't yet taken of my body. He took my soul. I could have stayed in this sweet hell for the rest of time, but all too soon it had to end. I could tell the doctor was getting close to blowing his load as he began to step up the pace of his thrusts for the last time. His handsome face reddened as panting breaths emanated from between his clenched teeth. "Ready to give me that sperm sample, boy?" he asked. I had no words left. I nodded. He gave me one last encouraging grin and began to jack my cock, hard. As I passed the point of no return my eyes closed involuntarily. Whimpers from my throat turned into cries, then a prolonged roar of ecstasy as my body tried to jackknife off the table. My head flew up just in time for the first blast of cum to hit my chin. A dozen more shot out of my spasming cock, splashing across my chest and stomach. In the middle of it all I felt the doctor's cock drilling my hole, his pubes slamming against my crotch, hoarse shouts of triumph issuing from his throat as he reached his own orgasm. I opened my eyes and surveyed the sticky mess starting to congeal on my heaving chest. I looked up. Dr. Roberts' back was arched, his face turned up to the ceiling, his eyes closed in ecstasy. Then he let himself go limp, body almost falling forward onto me as he drew air in great, ragged breaths. He reached over my head and undid the wrist restraints. I grabbed his head and drew it to mine. We kissed tenderly, languidly, our mouths meeting over and over again as we slowly came back down to earth. I released him and fell back on the table, utterly spent. I felt him start to pull out of me and reluctantly let him go. "Stay there," he said. "Just relax. I'm going to get you cleaned up." I closed my eyes. When I heard him coming back I opened them. He was still naked but had stripped off the condom, his partially erect cock swinging heavily. In his arms he had a washbasin and towels. He took the first and blotted off the congealing semen on my body. "That was an impressive ejaculation," he said, once more adopting his clinical tone. "Prolonged arousal increases the amount of seminal fluid, as you can see." "What time is it?" I asked. "About four o'clock." I whistled. "Talk about prolonged. I think I've been hard for three hours." He chuckled. "You young people have so much stamina." He bent and dipped a washcloth into the basin, squeezed it out, and began to wipe me down. The warm moisture was comforting, as was the faint smell of mint. Then with a third towel he rubbed me dry. When he was finished he stood above me and laid a hand on my stomach. "How are you doing?" I didn't answer right away. Strange feelings were coursing through me. To my surprise and embarrassment I felt tears welling up. I tried to stifle my sobs but couldn't. I felt myself lifted and gathered into strong arms. The doctor held me against his bare chest as I cried my guts out on his shoulder. After what seemed like an eternity I began to get a hold of myself. He handed me one of the towels. I took it, blew my nose, and wiped my eyes. Then I sat on the table staring at nothing, unable to look him in the eye. "Dirk," he said. I looked at him. His gaze was warm and friendly, and I could tell this was really him, not some mythical doctor. "Don't be embarrassed. Many of my 'patients' have the same reaction." I was surprised. "Why?" "Not sure I can explain it very well. You were a marvelous patient--you took everything I threw at you and accepted it wholeheartedly, not holding anything back, totally letting yourself go. Because of that your ultimate release was greater than most of my patients. Men aren't used to laying themselves that bare in everyday life, and when they do in this examination room, stuff can come up from deep inside that they didn't expect. Does that make sense?" I nodded. "Kind of." He shrugged. "I'm sounding like some sort of medical professional. I'm not, of course. I like to think that by doing these fantasy exams with a small group of select men that I'm somehow helping them. I hope you got something out of today." I hugged him. "I did. I hope you could tell. Thanks." He smiled and kissed me lightly one more time. "Don't mention it. And now I think it's time for you-and me-to get dressed." At the door a while later I turned to him. He was every inch the cool professional again, even to his white coat. The words stuck in my throat but I had to ask. "Will I be able to get another appointment sometime?" He didn't hesitate. "Absolutely! I'd suggest you wait a few months at least, though, until you really feel you need it. Drive safely now." I went to the hotel I'd booked for the night and checked in. As soon as I was in the room an overwhelming wave of fatigue washed over me. I collapsed on to the bed and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. I haven't yet scheduled another exam with Dr. Roberts, though I know I will. Like he said, I'm waiting until I really need it. I never liked going to the doctor. Now I think all men need regular checkups. END A Visit to the Doctor Nick walked into the exam room and took a quick glance around. It had been a while since he last had a doctor visit. He made his way over to the exam table. It and a rather thick pad on top of it and a fresh roll of white paper. Typical of what you see in most exam rooms. On a near by table was various supplies that were to be used through out the exam. Nick pulled himself up on to the table and sat down. The exam room door opened and Nick watched as a nurse walked in. She had on a very short white skirt that was high above her knees. And her white blouse was tight against her body. It barely contained her large breasts were pushing their way out of the blouse. It appeared that she was missing a few buttons. A name tag had her name as Alix. Her hat sat on top of blond hair that went just above her shoulders. His glance went back to her breast then to her ass that fit tightly inn her skirt ass she turned to close the door. He quickly glanced away before she turned to face him. He could feel the stiffen of his cock in his jeans. He hoped that she wouldn't notice. "And what are we seeing the doctor for today Mr. Smith?" she asked. "Um, I need a physical for work, and its been a while since I last came." "I see, Well I will take care of a few things before the doctor examines you." She walked over to the table and grabbed the stethoscope. She placed it in her ears and walked over to him.. She placed the stethoscope on top of his shirt and began to listen. "Hmm, would you mind removing your shirt, I need to get a better check." "Ok, sure.." Nick said. He slowly pulled off his shirt. "Well you seem to take good care of yourself." she said. She smiled as appeared to be looking over his chest and biceps. "Now let me take another listen. Just breath normally." She slide her hand up his chest and once again listened with the stethescope. He felt as she stood closer to him and he could help but look down and marvel at her breasts that were overflowing from her blouse. His dick twitched again in pants. "Hmm your heart rate seems to be elevated at the moment. Anything that might be causing that? "Uh no, my just nervous a little" he said. "There is no need to be nervous, just relax." She stepped back and he waited for the next step hoping that she would not notice the bulge in his pants. "Lets test your reflexes shall we."she said. She reached for a small medical hammer and tapped his knees with it. His leg kicked in reponnse. "Good, that is all good. Just one more before we move on." She placed her hand on his thigh and he had to bite his lip to keep form gasping. "Now I will need you to remove your pants for me." "What?" "Well I need to examine you fully. Don't worry I'm a professional." Nick stood up there would be no way for him to hide his erection now. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down to the floor. His penis bulged inside his black briefs. "Hmm, the underwear too please." she said. Nick pulled down his briefs and his hard penis stood erect before the nurse. He could feel his face turn red. "Don't worry this is all very normal Mr. Smith. I will be gentle. And as I said, I'm a professional." Nick held his breath as she cupped his balls in her hands. The felt a little cold. "Are my hands to cold?" she asked. "I'm sorry. Now could you please cough for me. Nick let out a little cough. He then felt her squeeze a little tighter almost caressing his balls. He coughed again. She smiled again. "Very good. Very nice reaction and positive blood flow to your penis." Nick tried to smile. And then he felt her hands slide up from his balls to his shaft. "A very nice reaction. I will need to examine it further." She said. She then proceed to slide her hand up and down the shaft. Nick let out a moan. "Good. You seem to be responding well." She gripped tighter to his dick and stroked him harder. He saw that she was biting her lower lip. Then she let go and Nick could breath again. "Please lie down on the table." Nick quickly hopped up on to the table. "Now lets examine how well you perform." She undid the buttons on her blouse and her breasts free poured out and perked up. Her nipples appeared hard and pointy. She then turned around and reached up her skirt and pulled down her panties. She bent over giving nick a full view of her pussy. She kicked her panties off and turned back around and then slowly removed her skirt. He gasped as he took in the sight of her shaven pussy. His dick flinched. She then walked over to the table and pulled herself up. She straddled him and then slowly lowered herself on top of his Throbbing cock. Her pussy engulfed him as she slid it in effortlessly. She was wet and he could feel himself slide deep inside of her. She moaned and grabbed her breasts as she moved up and down his dick. He felt her pussy grip tightly around his dick as her hands cupped and stroked her breasts. He reached out to touch them but she slapped his hands away. She waved her finger at him. "Please let me examine you without interference." She smiled and then moaned again as she quicken her pace. Nick watched and moaned as she rode him up and down. Her moaning quickened and then she pushed hard down on his cock as she moaned loudly. She was cumming and her moans turned to whimpers. Nick cock throbbed and was ready to burst. He moaned anticipating his climax. Alix quickly slid off and nick let out a sigh. She smiled and observed his cock. "Very good. Strong endurance. Sorry that that had to end so quickly. But I have one last test to perform." Nick watched as she bent foward and slid her mouth tightly around his cock and engulfed it. She closed her lips tight around his dick and sucked hard. It was to much for him. He moaned as he started spurting cum into her mouth. She sucked harder as she began pulling every drop out of his penis. Nick felt as if he was exploding inside her but she kept working her mouth up and down his penis swallowing every drop. When she licked the last drop of cum of the tip of his penis. " Very good." Was all she said. She then walked over to her clothes and started getting dressed. She buttoned her blouse. "The doctor will have to reschedule for next week." "We will continue our exam then" She smiled and walked out of the room closing the door. Nick could only just lay there.