I’m at the reception desk in the medical office. Printer hums. Phone rings softly. Coffee scent mixes with my perfume. Stomach cramps hit hard today. I tell Dr. Marc. He nods. ‘Come in between patients.’ Late patient frees a slot. Door clicks shut behind me. He asks symptoms. Probes gently.
‘Lie down.’ Exam table crinkles under me. ‘Blouse off.’ Heatwave means no bra under my white uniform. I hesitate. Flush. Obey. Tits bare. Nipples harden in cool air. He taps ribs. Presses belly. No pain. Fingers knead breasts clinically. Back to stomach. Deeper presses. Nothing.
The Building Tension
He tugs panties down. I lift hips. Help slide them off. Feet free. ‘Didn’t know you like this,’ he grins. Palpation lower. Finds zilch. ‘I’ll get my colleague.’ Door stays open. Vulnerable. Naked. Heart races. Bell dings. Late patient pushes in. No one at desk. Turns. Spots me. Eyes widen. ‘Nice welcome. Doc here?’ ‘Yes, coming,’ I stammer. Red-faced. He smirks. Heads to waiting room.
Docs return. Colleague questions. ‘Gyno exam?’ ‘No.’ Legs spread. They note my near-bald pussy, perineum, ass. Smirks hidden. One hand grazes lips. Caress, not check. Other gloves up. Lubes. Parts folds. Two fingers plunge. I jolt. ‘Hurt?’ ‘No.’ Opposite, actually. Wetness builds. Fingers probe deep. Hit cervix. Sensitive spot. I shiver. Moan escapes. Eyes shut. He targets erogenous zones. Hips buck. Spasms. Groans louder.
Other doc hushes. Kisses me. Tongues tangle. Fingers relentless. Peak hits. I arch. Scream muffled. Collapse. Arms around his neck. Kiss wildly. Hands roam my body. Four hands everywhere. ‘No pathology. Muscle tension. Check tomorrow.’ I rise. Blouse on. Panties pocketed. They smile.
Next day. First in. Appointment book blocked 12-13. Dr. Marc arrives. ‘Better?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘For you. See us later.’ ‘Us’? Morning buzz: calls, patients, mouse clicks. Tease open blouse button. Patients glimpse tits. Nipples peek.
The Explosive Release
Noon. First doc invites. Inside: new guy, dermatologist. Others join: second doc, kinĂ©. ‘His opinion too. Undress.’ Blush. Drop blouse, panties. Naked before four men. Dermato scans freckles. Front, back. Spreads cheeks. Inspects anus. Crimson. Clean bill. ‘Table.’ Checks pits, under tits. Legs max wide. Perineum, pussy scrutinized. They watch.
‘All good. Sunblock.’ KinĂ© next. ‘Internal massage training. For your cramps.’ Legs frog-positioned. Lube on bare fingers. Enters vagina. Massages walls. Loosens. Two to four fingers. New stretch. Pleasurable. Hand fists in. Wrist out. Eyes closed. Bliss. No force. Thumb works cervix. Hits G-spot. Gasp. Belly swells. Second spot. Cry of joy. Hips lift. Presses rectal wall. Fire ignites. Thrashing.
They steady me. Hands on arms, shoulders, tits. Nipples pinched. Mine grab pants. Zippers down. Cocks out. Hard. Stroke foreskins. Fisting builds. Explode. Rale. Pull skins back. Cum sprays belly. Turn. Dermato’s cock in mouth. Tongue swirls glans. Frenum tease. Deep throat. He spurts.
KinĂ© wipes hands. Smile. Pull him close. ‘Thanks.’ Kiss deep. Hand squeezes cock through pants. He cums in briefs. Silence. They help me up. Shower in empty bathroom. Afternoon: blouse loose. Tits visible. Smiling. Charming patients. Mask perfect.