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Dr. Who?

By: Ed0613



Tom Simms, my friend and family doctor was washing his hands when he said, "Well Ed, it looks like the only thing wrong with you is that your prostate is a little enlarged. That's why you have to get up to pee so often during the night." 

"But I'm only 47 years old. How could that happen?"

"It happens to most men although usually at a little older age. I know you got divorced last year, are you getting any sex?"

"Not really. That finger you stuck up my ass is the most intimate thing I've done in almost two years."

"I've got one patient that likes that. Anyway, that may have nothing to do with your problem but just to be on the safe side and remove all doubt, I am going to refer you to a new, fresh out of school urologist, Lee Warner. Lee is very thorough."

Tom's office manager made an appointment with Dr. Warner for 9 A. M. the following Monday. She gave me a funny little smile when she said, "I know Dr. Warner will take good care of you."

I fretted about my 'condition' all weekend and Monday morning found me in the reception area of Dr. Warner's office. An older woman, obviously a nurse, greeted me and put me in an examination room. She took my blood pressure, temperature and listened to my heart. She recorded my height and weight, told me to take off my trousers and underwear, gave me a hospital like gown to wrap around myself and said, "Dr. Warner will be with you in just a moment."

There I sat on the examining table, nude from the waist down (except for my shoes and socks) with the gown wrapped around me, waiting for this new, 'fresh-out-of-school' doctor.

I was just getting impatient when the door opened and in walked a vision of loveliness. She was tall and slim with long dark hair and flashing green eyes, creamy white skin and a sultry smile. The white lab coat hid most of her figure but her legs were very shapely. I guessed her to be in her mid-twenties.

"Hello Mr. Wills, I'm Dr. Warner. I've been going over the records that Dr. Simms sent over. Lets see, you are a 47-year-old male with a wide range of problems. What's the matter, you look uncomfortable."

"I hadn't expected a woman urologist."

"Why not? Don't you think women get urinary problems too?"

"Yeah, I guess, but...."

"Okay, lets see just what the problems are. Remove the gown, turn around and lean over the table."

I did as she asked but was embarrassed to be in the most undignified position a man could be in. Behind me I could hear her snap on a pair of the examination gloves. Her hand was soft and soothing as she caressed the cheeks of my ass for a moment. Then, I felt her finger at the rim of my rectum, gently easing itself into me. She took it slow and easy, taking at least 30 seconds to insert it all the way. She stopped and I could feel it moving around inside of me probing inquisitively. Just as slowly as she had inserted it, she began to withdraw it. Then, as if she wanted another 'look' around, she gently inserted it again. 

I hated to admit it to myself but I didn't find it as objectionable as I thought I should. When she did it a third time I began to get a little excited, especially when her free hand caressed my testicles.

"Okay, turn around and let me take a look at your other equipment."

Now I was really embarrassed. I tried to hide my erection with my hands but she said, "That's all right, I wanted that to happen so I can evaluate your semen flow. Just lay back on the table and trust me."

I saw her strip the gloves off and put some cream on her hands as I laid back and closed my eyes, giving myself to her care. Her hands were warm as she caressed and fondled my cock and balls. One lubricated hand was gripping me loosely, sliding up and down my shaft in a stroking motion. 

As I lay there, I was completely oblivious to everything except her soft hands, one caressing my balls and the other milking me of my seed. Forgotten was my embarrassment, the only thing that existed in my world was her soft, well-lubricated hand fucking me. Coiling deep within me was am animal that hadn't been loose in two years, ready to leap. Within moments it happened! The animal sprang and I shot a load of my cum high into the air. Somehow, she managed to catch most of it on a gauze pad in her left hand. I sighed.

"There, that's just what I wanted. I'll send this off for lab analysis but frankly I don't see any thing wrong." She laughed a little and said, "I know I could have extracted you semen a different way but I think this was more fun for both of us. I don't know what Dr. Simms meant in his report that you had trouble having sex. You have a nice big penis and you certainly didn't have any trouble getting an erection and holding it until you ejaculated. I am not sure I ever saw so much cum at one time."

"Er, I don't think that was what he meant. I don't have any trouble doing it, only finding someone to do it with."

"I don't think that's what the report said. Let me look again."

She thumbed through the report, flipping pages. "Ah, here it is, he says.... Oh my goodness, you're right! I'm so sorry."

I was grinning. "I'm not. That's the best thing that has happened to me in a long time. I really enjoyed it."

"Don't you masturbate when you feel the need for sex? I do."

"Yes, but it's not the same as having a partner or having someone do it to you."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I even got aroused when I was doing that to you."

"Perhaps we could get together and mutually 'help' each other."

"Oh, I don't know..."

"Sure you do, you said I had a nice penis and that you were aroused and besides, you owe me one for that mistake."

"But I...."

"Com'on Doc. Hop up on this table and let me have a look at you just like you did to me."

She wasn't protesting as I helped her back up to the examination table. I sat her on the edge of the table and swung her legs around so that her feet were straight out in front of her. Her lab coat fell open to reveal a blouse and a short mini skirt. She lay down and raised her buttocks up a little to let me slide her skirt and panties down. Her pussy was clean-shaven and beautiful and I could see just a hint of moisture seeping from the lips of her labia.

Her eyes were closed but she gave a little gasp when I softly caressed her pussy with my hand, sliding my index finger lightly along the slit. "See? Doesn't that feel good?"

"Well . . . yes"

I watched her face as I rubbed my finger along the lips of her pussy and lightly stroked her hidden clitoris.

Keeping her eyes closed, she opened her legs a little wider and arched her back, pushing her hips higher, exposing more of herself to me. Since she wasn't looking, I kissed her pussy and then stuck my tongue in it. She let out a little gasp when I slid the hood back with my fingers and captured her clit between my lips. She clamped my head between her legs and held it when I began to nuzzle her 'little man' with my tongue.

I had only been doing that for a few seconds when she let out a deep breath, closed her legs even harder on my head and whispered, "Oh yes, yes, yes."

I could tell by the dramatic increase in moisture and the violent quaking of her body that she had a climax. 

Slowly she climbed down from the table and began to put her panties and skirt on.

Her voice was shaky when she said, "Well, I guess turn about is fair play. I want to thank you for that but I have other patients I must see now. I'll send your specimens off and see if we need any more samples."

The disappointment must have shown in my face because she said, "Better yet, why don't we schedule you again tomorrow for some more in depth testing. Why not at 11:30? That way, if we run over, we have all of my whole lunch hour to catch up."

I know I was smiling when I left the office. The Nurse smiled back and said, "Glad to see that Dr. Warner was able to take care of you."

Boy, did she ever! I can't wait till tomorrow!

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Copyright © 09-04-2007 by E. J. Sheeran. All rights reserved. This work, in part, or whole, is not to be distributed, reproduced, transmitted or posted, in any manner, without the express written permission of the author.

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Dr. Who?



I hated my OB-GYN. With a purple passion. It seemed like the acceptable thing to do though, because any woman who enjoys a trip to the lady doctor must be mentally fucked... or literally. Sometimes I thought after visiting the things they do are done to make the experience as unpleasant as possible. Then they must resort to fear mongering to get you to come back. Cold implements, cold room, cold hard table, and the touch, always rough. I wondered why the need for a speculum to get one or two fingers in there? And that is my breast, not a piece of shoe leather you're digging your fingers into. And yes. Yes, of course that hurts. Because you meant for it to. Also, how about a little lube before we go treasure hunting?

I always thought, had I chosen gynecology as my profession, I would work to make it as pleasant an experience as possible.

I met a friend for drinks and the subject came up. We don't usually talk about such personal things, but the day she had chosen for a mall trip conflicted with my doctor's appointment. She crinkled her face and sipped her drink. "Are you still going to Patel?"

I nodded. We had to speak up over the music. "You?"

She shook her head, looking a little guarded. It was unusual; she's not the shy type. "Found a new guy."

"Oh yeah? I didn't know there were any new doctors in town."

"Well," she glanced around. "He's not in town. He's in Blanker."

Wow, that was an hour's drive. I raised my eyebrows at her. "You drive out there just for...?"

She grinned. "He's a little... different. And he likes to operate sort of under the radar."

I was intrigued. "Is he worth it? Is he good?"

She giggled. The gin and tonic was loosening her up. "Babe, he's worth it. Won't take insurance, though."

I gaped. "What the hell?"

"Here." She dug in her bag, pulled out a scrap of paper and a pen, and wrote a number. "Give him a try. But you did not hear it from me. I don't want you wrecking a good thing."

I pulled up outside the building bearing the address I'd punched into the GPS. It was a nondescript red brick with vertical blinds blocking the front windows. I looked around at the empty lot, and the relative seclusion. Not the best part of town. I thought about calling Tammy and confirming it was the right place before leaving the safety of my car. I resisted.

The receptionist with whom I'd made the appointment had been very sweet and professional. She'd ended our brief conversation with, "We'll look forward to seeing you then, honey." I debated driving away. But my curiosity got the better of me.

I tested the front door gingerly, half-expecting it to be locked. It wasn't. It swung inward, and out wafted the delicate soft scents of perfumed candles and roses and cinnamon. I was expecting a bright white waiting room, but what greeted me looked more like a high-end spa. The light was soft. The walls were a warm light brown, as was the carpet, and everything was accented in jewel tones; wine-colored blinds and swags, dark blues and deep greens and soft creams in the plush furniture. And a curtain of sparkling beads that parted with a soft tinkle as a tall, elegant woman in low heels came through. She smiled warmly and put out her hand. "Hi, you must be Emily? I'm Jessica. Welcome."

I took her hand and smiled back.

"Would you like something to drink? We have a really nice red today."

Wine? At a gyno?

She laughed softly. "We find it puts the patients at ease. Please have a seat, the doctor will be just a moment."

While she was away, I stood and read the medical degrees, diplomas and certificates plastered on the back wall. They all hung over a small, bow-legged table holding burning incense and bowls of floating rose petals and tea lights. He certainly seemed legit.

"Emily?" The voice was masculine, but soft. Intimate but friendly. I turned, and looked up. Way up. He stood with a hand out, dressed in a lab coat and the prerequisite stethoscope around his neck.

I took his hand. It was warm. Nice.

"I'm Dr. Rathbone. You can call me Jim, if you're comfortable."

I smiled back. To my surprise, he motioned me toward the loveseat. He settled back comfortably on the opposite end, crossed his legs, and turned a direct, open gaze on me. He was good looking. No, he was handsome. Like, Harrison Ford handsome. A strong square jaw, clean shaven, thin lips that were crooked into an easy smile. Slight hook in his thin nose. Blue eyes. Short, neat blonde hair going silver at the temples. I was quickly forgetting why I was here.

"Would you like to fill me in on your medical history? Or do we need to work up to that?" He rested his jaw on his thumb, his index finger running up along his temple. Long fingers. He appeared to be completely at ease. I realized I was perched on the edge of the couch, and self-consciously slid back and pressed my knees together.

"Well, it's been about a year since my last check-up."

He nodded. "Good. May I ask your age? From a purely professional standpoint."

"Thirty-five."

"Have you ever had any problems with anything?"

"Down there?" I fumbled and asked stupidly.

He smiled for real. Then chuckled. "Yes. Yes, I do specialize in 'down there.'"

I knew I was blushing. I wasn't sure I wanted Adonis peering at my naughty bits. At least not in a professional capacity. I was a little shocked at my internal whore, and gave myself a mental shake. "I was told you don't take insurance? May I ask why not?"

"Of course. You can ask anything, here. It's one way we try to be different. And, if you'd feel more comfortable talking to my wife, that can be arranged, as well."

"Your wife?"

"Jessica." He smiled. "This place was her idea. After years of being tormented by her own OB-GYN, she had the brilliant idea of opening this place."

"But you're fully accredited."

He smiled, even more openly. "Of course. Fully. But we're operating off the grid. We're... considered unethical. However, it's our belief that you can only be unethical if one party is unaware. So, we chat, and let you know exactly what happens, back there." He thumbed towards the beaded curtain. "I will have you read and sign a non-disclosure agreement, and a waiver saying you're fully aware of what's going on." He rose, went to the desk and came back with some papers that he passed to me.

I felt a blockage in my throat. I had to noisily get it out of the way before I could answer. "So, what exactly does happen? Back there?"

He noticed my low glass, picked the bottle up from behind the receptionist's counter, and poured. It was very good wine. And it was making me feel warm, tingly. And increasingly more accepting of this weird place.

He returned to his seat, but leaned into me now, his elbows on his knees and his fingers tented.

"We want our patients to not only feel completely at ease, but to also enjoy coming back. This benefits the patient. When you're relaxed and comfortable, examination is much easier, much more pleasant. Even more-so if you're slightly aroused."

He had me up to that point. He was still talking, but my brain was tripping over the 'A' word. Aroused? I interrupted him. "Wait, aroused?"

He smiled comfortingly. "That is completely up to you. It does make everything more enjoyable."

I squirmed. Was I comfortable with that? What exactly did he have going on behind that curtain? Suddenly, his hand was on my knee, and it was warm and gentle and not at all intrusive. These were not traits usually possessed by lady doctors. At least, not for their patients.

"There is no sex. You are fully awake and in control for the duration. I don't allow more than two glasses of wine." He took his hand back. My heart cried a little.

"So how does it... help?"

He sprawled back again, straightened his silver blue tie to lay over the buttons of his pale blue shirt. Everything matched his eyes, I realized. "By your being completely relaxed, feeling powerful in the situation, getting things lubricated. It really aids in examination."

There was that pesky frog again. I cleared my throat. "How do you achieve... arousal?"

"That's up to you. If that's the way you want to go, we have a private room. We encourage you to go in and do a little light reading, touch yourself, whatever you like. Or we can go straight into the examination room."

And? my mind screamed. Out loud I said, "You said there's no sex-"

"There isn't. But I can arouse you, if you like. Or Jessica can, if that's your preference. She can also be in the room as a witness. I encourage you to take your phone with you, keep it close. We're not hiding anything here, and want you to feel completely safe."

I nodded. I licked my lips. Tammy did it. She was pleased. She seemed to be. I nodded again, feeling a little like a bobble-head Jesus on a car dash. "I'm ready."

"Straight in?"

Again, with the nodding. I swigged the last swallow of wine.

Dr. Rathbone led me to a room, and told me to undress and find a robe in the wardrobe. Then he left me to explore.

It was much like the waiting room, except there was a very doctorly office chair on casters. The 'table' was more of a chaise lounge on long legs. The entire room was very Grecian, with candles, more incense and a switched off light on a long arm over the table. That and the wash station in the corner were really all that gave it away as a place of clinical examination. Strains of Enya played softly all around. I couldn't identify its source.

I opened the door of the ornate wardrobe, and found a robe in my size, in expensive, luxurious red silk, lined in black. There was also one in powder blue, and one in pink with black lace. But the red was me.

I quickly undressed and donned it. I sat on the lounge and dangled my legs over; the room was deliciously warm. There was a soft blanket draped over the lounge; the answer to the crinkly white paper, perhaps.

He came back, went to the sink and washed. No, scrubbed. Steam floated up from the water in silver clouds. I could smell roses and cinnamon and feel the silk sliding over my nipples. What is it about silk? It's sensuous. It molds to all the right things, and drips forgivingly off the rest.

He came and stood in front of me. "So, Emily, how are we feeling?"

I smiled up at him. "Good."

"Would you like Jessica to join us?"

I shook my head.

"Do you have your phone?"

I showed it to him in my palm, and he smiled. "Good. So, are we going the arousal route?"

I started to say no. I knew I should say no. But I felt my head bobbing again. He smiled his perfect smile, and his eyes crinkled. I felt completely at ease with him. Something about him screamed 'trustworthy.' I found it more than a bit ironic.

"Lie back," he said. "Close your eyes. Listen to my voice. I'm going to tell you when and where I'll touch you before I do, okay? "

I nodded.

"Think sexy thoughts. Think about how feminine and beautiful your body is inside this silk. Think about what I'm seeing."

My nipples peaked against the fabric and my breath had a shudder in it. The wine was already working between my legs.

"I'm going to run my hands from your shoulders to your hips, over the robe. Is that okay?"

I nodded, and when he touched me, I gasped softly. To my horror/pleasure, my body arched against his palms as he passed slowly over my breasts, and I quivered when I felt him over my ribs.

"I'm going to open the robe and look at you. Stay in that sexy place. For you to feel safe, know that I'm looking at you as a doctor. But I'm also a man who can appreciate a beautiful woman."

I felt the warm air on my skin, and I was wet. Embarrassingly so. I'm not sure I'd had a boyfriend yet who had had this affect on me.

"I'm going to do the breast exam." He must have seen me tense slightly. "Sexy place, Emily. You have beautiful, healthy breasts." I felt his palms lightly brush the sides. His hands were so warm and soft, with just a hint of roughness. He stroked lightly at first, around the contours of each one, sometimes brushing a nipple, sending a jolt of electricity through my clitoris. Then he was kneading more deeply, but still not causing any pain - in fact, I was wanting more, more contact. I felt something building, and I desperately wanted to touch myself. I wanted to come.

Then he pinched first one nipple, then the other. He alternated with massaging, flicking and pinching, and I felt it coming, a soft release deep inside, and I shuddered and sighed with my head back.

"Good girl," he said softly. "How did that feel?"

"Mm," was all I could manage.

"I'm going to put a sleep mask over your eyes, is that okay? I need to use the light, and it will help keep you centered."

I nodded, felt the soft material over my eyes. I heard the click, and knew I was cruelly illuminated. He didn't give me time to dwell on it. "I'm going to touch your knees. And run my hands over your legs. This is to relax you. Then I'll ask you open for me. As wide as you want to. We don't do stirrups. Just imagine you're with your partner, and giving yourself to him; can you do that, Emily?"

I hummed and nodded, and immediately felt his hands, just like he said. He stroked from my knees to my ankles. God. I was so glad I'd shaved. Then back up and down the tops of my thighs to my hips. His fingers brushed over my stomach, back to my thighs, back to my knees, and then he was urging me open. "Feel free to touch your breasts. Feel how sexy and beautiful you look. Feel how much you want to open to a lover right now."

I vaguely wondered when the speculum came in, but I was lost in the sensations. I did as he said, felt the air over my wetness.

"I'm going to touch you here. I'm going to part your lips and look, and I'll look as a doctor, but I also appreciate what a beautiful woman you are." Then I felt his fingers slipping, sliding against me. I felt myself spread open, and again, I wanted to come so badly. What was even more surprising was I wanted him to watch. But I kept my hands to the north, though I think I was fondling a breast. I forget.

"Okay, Emily, try to stay where you are. This is the fun part," there was an ironic smile in his words. "I'm going to put first one finger inside you, then two. It will feel very nice if you stay relaxed, and sexy. I have to feel you. And I'll ask you to bear down so that I can feel your cervix." Surprisingly, I felt his other hand on my belly just above my mound, pressing down gently but firmly. Then I felt him inside me. As aroused as I was, his movements did not feel sexual. It felt more like he was taking a tour of an art gallery, observing, taking in the vaginal sights. It was the hand on my stomach that was actually keeping me turned on. "Bear down on me, Emily, good girl. Can you hold it there? Just for a moment." I felt him sweeping against me, slowly, thoroughly.

"Very good. I'm going to pull out now. Very carefully." He moved painstakingly slowly, like he was deliberately trying to avoid making me come. "Do you want me to take a pap smear?"

"Should I?"

"It wouldn't hurt. While we're here." There was that smile again. I could hear it.

I nodded.

"I'll have to use the jaws."

My breath caught. "The jaws?"

He laughed out right. "The speculum. Let me warm it." I heard water running. I started to tense. When he came back, he must have seen it. "Sexy place, Emily. This is no larger than your partner would be. And I don't need to open far, just enough to get a swab in. Relax. Here," suddenly I felt his coat brush the insides of my thighs, and he was brushing his palms over my nipples again. I responded immediately with a new flush of heat and moisture. "Better?"

"Mm," I bobbled.

"Here we go, ready?" And his fingers were there, slipping against me. He introduced the device just like a cock. Slowly, in and out, letting my body adjust around it. Such a difference from having cold steel unceremoniously jammed into your love tunnel. "Pretend it is your partner, Emily. Work with it, relax." I did. And before I knew it he was gently removing it. I felt his hand on my thigh. "We're all done. I'm going to leave you alone for a little while. Take your time, and meet me out front when you're ready."

And he was gone. I thought I should get up and get dressed. But it would only take a second... I was so close...