****** I Love my Job as a Gyno by Dr. Bombay ******
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I Love my Job as a Gyno


As an only child, my parents were always overprotective. I grew up in an upper
middle-class neighborhood in the Northeast part of the country. My father was
an orthopedic surgeon and his father was a general practitioner, so it became
clear early in my life that I would be pursuing a career in medicine, whether I
desired to or not.

I attended private, all-male schools since the first grade and my parents
always made sure I studied hard and received excellent marks. If I received a
"B" it was a domestic disaster. As a teenager, my passion was art, but I knew
anything short of a career in medicine would be deemed unacceptable. Like any
teenager, I shared the desires of my peers - going to concerts and parties,
playing sports in the park and dating. But I was not permitted to partake in
any of these activities because my parents maintained it would interfere with
my studies. As a result, I never had a steady girlfriend and grew up to be shy
and awkward around members of the opposite sex. In medical school, I continued
to excel academically, though my heart wasn't in it. I never put much thought
into what area to specialize in but gradually developed an interest in
gynecology. I surmised that my lack of contact with females as a youth steered
me toward this branch of medicine.

I developed a great passion in my studies of women's medicine and looked
forward to the day I would open my own practice as a gynecologist. Several
years later, my practice is thriving, but I have yet to maintain a steady
relationship with a woman. Because my parents were so strict, I had virtually
no contact with girls growing up and no sexual experience. My only release was
frequent masturbation. I was 19 1/2 when I kissed a girl for the first time. I
lost my virginity to a prostitute at age 22 in a very unfulfilling encounter.

I'm in my early 30s now, a highly paid and respected professional, but I still
haven't been able to maintain a relationship. The problem is I have a small
penis (four inches fully erect) and suffer from premature ejaculation.

Usually after only one sexual encounter, the woman I am seeing creates a bogus
excuse to break-up or no longer see me. My lack of social success has caused me
to live vicariously through my patients. I thoroughly enjoy examining women's
genitalia, but I always maintain a professional demeanor during these sessions
and would never think of doing anything peculiar as to raise suspicion, which
could lead to charges of inappropriate behavior, or even sexual abuse. But I
must admit I often become aroused during examinations, and not just when I'm
probing the genitals of a beautiful woman. I find I often become excited when a
somewhat plain-looking woman is lying on the examination table, nude from the
waist down, her legs spread, her feet in stirrups and her vulva inches from my
face. I often develop an erection during exams; the only benefit, as I see it,
to having a small penis is that the erection is not noticeable, especially with
my lab coat buttoned down. I am always thorough in my inspections. I truly
savor every moment.

During the first two years of my practice, I would often masturbate when I got
home, reliving in my mind the most arousing of the day's examinations. In the
past two years, after a particularly arousing exam, I head to my office, lock
the door and masturbate. I usually do this just once a day, but on several
occasions I have done it as many as three times in an eight-hour period.

In my state, male physicians are not required to have a female nurse Present
during an examination of a woman, but I usually have a nurse present during the
pelvic exams I perform.

There is one exception, and it has led to many arousing moments in the
examination room and masturbation sessions in my office. I am one of a handful
of doctors in my area authorized by the Immigration and Naturalization Service
to perform examinations of immigrants applying for their permanent resident
status. There are no specific guidelines for these exams - they can consist of
your basic vital signs, blood test, X-rays and out the door to a complete
pelvic exam on women. If the patient does not arouse me and there is no need
for a pelvic, I usually perform just the basic exam and send her on her way.
But if I am attracted to the woman, I will insist on a thorough gynecological
check-up, something the patients usually dread.

Most of the INS patients are East European, Middle Eastern or East Asian and
speak little English. I have found that Middle Eastern women, because of their
strict upbringing and strong religious beliefs, especially dread being examined
in such a way by a male doctor. Most have never even been nude in front of a
man and those who are married have only disrobed in front of their husbands.
They always object, but I tell them they have no choice if they wish to receive
their green card, and they usually relent. I usually don't call in a nurse to
assist or act as a chaperone during these exams. And they always seem to last
longer as I thoroughly probe every nook and cranny. I carefully examine their
outer and inner labia, holding each lip with the thumb and forefinger of my
left hand while running the length of my right index finger all along the inner
and outer folds. I pull back the clitoral hood and painstakingly examine the
clitoris, moving my finger over it in a circular motion, under the guise of the
examination, of course.

I insert as many fingers as possible (usually these women, especially the
virgins, are fairly tight and unable to accommodate more than two fingers)
during the bi-manual portion of the exam. I take great delight in dipping my
right middle finger in their anus and my right thumb in their vagina for the
recto-vaginal exam.

For some reason, I relish examining a woman who has taken such great Strides
throughout her life to avoid being seeing disrobed or even having much contact
with a man. Maybe it's a feeling or power or superiority. It is thrilling to
know that, in many cases, I am the first man to be so intimate with these
highly religious women.

I must share two of my more memorable experiences.

About two years ago, one of my regular patients, an attractive mother of two in
her mid-30s was waiting for me in one of the exam rooms. I entered to find her
waiting there with her son, who must have been about 10, and caught the tail
end of what appeared to be a stern lecture. Apparently, his mother had caught
him playing "doctor" with a neighbor girl and became quite upset. She was
concerned about what this activity could lead to as the boy matured into a
teenager and felt it was about time he learned the facts of life.

She asked me if it were possible for the boy to witness her pelvic exam to
become familiar with the female anatomy. I was taken aback. It's not uncommon
for mothers who aren't able to get sitters to bring their preschool children
into the exam room rather than have them sit alone in the waiting room, but I
had never heard of a woman bringing a boy of this age in to witness her exam. I
stammered a bit, not sure of what to say, then finally said, "Well, if you
think it's a good idea, then it's fine with me."

The boy had no father and no dominant male figure in his life. The mother asked
if I would mind playing the role of teacher, explaining the female body and
facts of life to him as I examined her. The boy sat in a chair in the corner
looking totally oblivious to what was transpiring. I was thinking I'd go
screaming into the night if my mother had ever suggested anything like this.

She stepped behind a screen to get undressed and put on a gown while I left the
room to check on another patient. When I returned, the mother, sitting on the
exam table, pointed her finger at her fidgeting son and said, "Pay close
attention, this will benefit you as you get older."

After checking her vital signs, I opened her gown and began the breast exam.
The mother's breasts were large and sagged slightly. She had large dark pink
nipples. Seeing his mother's breasts bared didn't elicit much response from the
boy. As I felt her breasts, I explained to the boy that was I checking for
lumps, a sign of cancer, and that it was important for women to have annual
breast exams and to check their own breasts on a regular basis because the
sooner a lump is detected, the better. It seemed he couldn't care less and just
wanted to get out of there.

When it was time for her pelvic exam, I told the boy of the importance for
women to have regular pelvic exams and that a somewhat equivalent procedure for
a man was the prostate exam, which he wouldn't have to concern himself with
until about the age of 40. I helped the woman place her feet in the stirrups
and raised her gown, exposing a thick mat of brown public hair and red labia.
Finally, there was a reaction from the boy; his eyeballs bulged as he was
transfixed on his mother's vulva region. Suddenly, I started to develop an
erection, not from seeing the woman's genitals, but from having her exposed
this way in front of her son, who was about to see a strange man poke and prod
and feel his mom's privates.

The woman, still speaking in a stern tone, again told her son to pay close
attention. "You might as well learn the right way," she said.

I couldn't agree more. I pulled up a chair next to my stool between the woman's
legs and told the boy to have a seat, that he wouldn't be able to see from his
previous vantage point. He didn't object.

I ran my hands through her public hair, explaining that was checking for crabs,
lice or some other malady. I pointed to her outer lips and told him these were
called "labia" and that women had an outer set, which I spread open with my
left hand, and an inner set, which I fished out with my right. I ran my finger
over her clitoral hood and told him this is where the most sensitive part of a
woman's genitalia is located. Then I exposed her clitoris and poked at it
slightly, telling the boy, this part, in essence, is the female version of the
penis, the part that needs to be stimulated during "relations" between a
married couple. The woman smiled, I'm not sure if it was from my probing of her
clitoris or because of my anatomy lesson. I then warmed up a speculum and told
him the instrument is used to open a woman's vaginal walls so that the doctor
can see her inner organs. I inserted the speculum and performed a pap smear,
telling him a swab sample is taken and examined under a microscope to check for
cervical cancer. I removed the speculum and proceeded with the bi-manual exam.
I placed two fingers of my right hand in her vagina and used my left to push
down on her abdomen, all the while talking to the wide-eyed boy, who still
hadn't made so much as a peep during this entire procedure. I next performed
the recto-vaginal exam, inserting a thumb into her vagina and middle finger in
her anus.

The exam was complete as I helped the woman remove her feet from the stirrups.
She thanked me for helping teach her son a valuable anatomy lesson. I felt like
thanking her for fueling my masturbatory fantasies for the next several months
and beyond.

I also enjoy examining teenage girls. Never having been close in any way to a
girl when I was young, I truly relish these intimate moments when a painfully
shy, nubile girl on the verge of womanhood is brought into my office, usually
by her mother, for her first gynecological exam. My most arousing exam occurred
during one of these instances last year. An absolutely gorgeous 16-year-old
cheerleader type, about 5-7, 120 pounds, long and straight dark hair, olive
complexion, medium-sized breasts, was brought in to see me by her mother, who
was a patient of mine. The mother, in her late 30s, was lovely as well and I
always enjoyed examining her. Her daughter's problem was unusual, but not
unheard of - she was unable to dislodge a tampon from deep inside her vagina. I
surmised she must have used maxi-pads in the past and was inexperienced in the
use of tampons. Later, I found that wasn't the case.

Her mother thought it was a good opportunity to kill two birds with one stone,
so to speak, and have the young girl receive her first pelvic exam in the
process of removing the tampon. The mother asked to be present during the exam;
I was just about to approve when the girl said she'd prefer her mother waited
outside. I was glad.

After she was prepped by the nurse, I knocked on the door and entered to find
her sitting on the examination table, wearing a cloth gown, her hands folded on
her laps and a look of apprehension on her face. I sent my nurse on a frivolous
and time-consuming errand I couldn't wait to begin the vaginal exam, but, of
course, first proceeded to check her ears, nose, throat, etc. I inserted my
stethoscope down the front of her gown and listened to her heart beat. I
lowered her gown to her waist and immediately felt a stirring in my trousers
when I saw her young, firm breasts, with their medium-sized, dark, aureole and
brown nipples. I began examining her breasts, all the while informing her of
the importance of regular breast exams and self-exams, even at a young age. I
felt around her abdomen. Now came the moment I was waiting for.

I draped her gown back over her top and told her it was time for the pelvic
exam. I positioned the back of the table at a 45-degree angle, asked her to lie
back, raised her legs and put her feet in the stirrups. I raised her gown to
her waist and nearly climaxed in my briefs when I saw her beautiful young
vulva. Much to my surprise, her pubic hair was completely shaven. Her outer
lips protruded from a narrow dark pink slit about three inches long. I told her
I would first remove the tampon before proceeding with the pelvic exam. I asked
her how long she'd been using tampons and was about to inform her of their
proper usage when she told me she has been using tampons almost since the day
she began menstruating at age 12 and never had this problem before.

"Then why did this happen?" I asked.

Hesitantly, she told me she purposely inserted the tampon as far into her
vagina as she could. I was perplexed as to why she would do this. She asked if
I would tell her mother and I told her anything she told me would be in the
strictest confidence. Apprehensively, she told me she had a date with her
boyfriend at some school dance and, much to her dismay, her period began that
morning. She jammed the tampon deep inside of herself hoping her boyfriend
wouldn't discover it later that night when they engaged in petting. I began to
inform her of the dangers of sexual intercourse without birth control, when she
interrupted me and informed me she had never had intercourse.

I asked, in a strictly professional manner, what types of sexual activity she
has engaged in, telling her again that I would not tell her mother. I told her
it was necessary information for the exam. Luckily she was unable to see the
rise in my trousers.

She said boys had been playing with her vagina since she was 11 or 12. I asked
how many, while beginning to sweat. She said about six or seven. I told her if
her vagina was handled in a rough way, it would cause damage. She said her
first few boyfriends only felt around her vaginal lips on the outside and a
couple of them inserted one or two fingers. She said her current boyfriend
frequently fingered her vagina and asked if this was any cause for concern,
medically. I nervously told her I wasn't sure and asked her to describe in
detail what he did. She told me how he liked to insert his middle finger up
into her vagina as far as it would go. I thought I was going to climax right
there.

After removing the blood-soaked and dried up piece of cotton the depths of her
vagina, I proceeded with the pelvic exam. I asked her if a boyfriend ever
stimulated her clitoris and she said she didn't know. I told her where her
clitoris was located, that it was shrouded under a small hood and that it was
important to test its responsiveness. I put some oil on my gloved right index
finger and rubbed her clitoris, asking her if she felt a sensation. She gasped
and said she did. Very professionally, I pretended to write something down on
her medical records sheet and told her that her clitoris was fine. I inserted a
speculum into her vagina, got up from my stool and fumbled around for something
in one of the cabinets, nothing of significance, just so I could stand back and
get a good look at her exposed vulva with the speculum inserted in it. At this
point, I was doing anything to prolong this wonderful examination.

I asked her why she shaved her pubic hair. She admitted her boyfriend shaves it
because he likes the smooth feel when he "licks down there." She asked if this
was a problem.

I choked back my voice and said, "No, not at all. Many women shave their pubic
hair these days."

I became concerned her mother might begin to wonder why it was taking so long,
so I hurriedly finished the exam, but not before doing a rectal exam and
getting her to admit her boyfriend sometimes inserts a finger into her anus - I
told her to make certain that after inserting a finger in her rectum that he
washes his hands thoroughly before inserting it into her vagina, to avoid risk
of infection. She also told me she sometimes lets him "put his penis in my
mouth." By this time, my four-inch penis felt like it was extended about a foot
and a half.

I told her to get dressed and brought her and her mother into my office. I told
her mother the tampon didn't appear to cause any infection and that her
daughter checked out fine, healthy in every way. I told her to set up an annual
appointment and not to hesitate to see him before that if any problems or
questions should arise.

As they left my office, the mother told her daughter, "See, I told you you had
nothing to worry about. He's a very nice doctor."

I kept my next patient waiting about 10 minutes longer while I locked my office
door, sat back in my chair, dropped my trousers and masturbated to orgasm,
sweat pouring down over my face as I relived the examination of this nubile
young woman over and over again in my mind.

How ironic that a short, dumpy, pimply faced geek who could never get close to
a girl as a youth is now seeing and probing numerous naked women every week -
and getting paid well to do it. I love being a gynecologist.

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