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Doctor Lauries E D Exam



erectile dysfunction..? well, no…, not really…



ok doctor, look, I must confess… I don’t really think I have
a problem


I guess I am a bit curious, if an E-D pill would make any difference,
or really, just what it might be like?



In a way I dreaded this appointment. First, having to disclose
to the nurse on the phone, –why- , I wanted this appointment.
Then of course, imagining discussing this matter face
to face with this young doctor, this blond, tall, sexy,
beautiful, young doctor who could be, and probably is,
a model. But admittedly, since my first and only appointment
a year ago with her for a chest infection, I wondered nervously
but excitedly about how future visits might unfold.



She is a bit authoritative, if not slightly intimidating.
She looks dressed more for a day’s trip across the country
flying first class. She is wearing a black pleated skirt,
sheer black stockings, very open strap shoes, again black,
and an off-white blouse that is quite sheer and revealing
of a very sexy nude shade demi-cup bra that barely contains
her breasts, as they vivaciously exude forth. She is wearing
a medium gray jacket, but it is unbuttoned, so I try little
to subdue my glance when she looks down at her chart.



“Paul, that is perfectly understandable, you wouldn’t
believe how many male patients have come in and asked just
as you are. Actually, almost as many female patients ask
too, it seems. But unless their man comes in for an exam,
well of course, I cannot dispense. So you realize, there
will be an exam necessary to issue the prescription? And
you’re ok with that?

”

well, sure, doctor… I was expecting that, I mean everything
requires an exam, I mean every prescription, doesn’t it?

“

Yes it does. Now, this exam is really most of what is involved
in a physical, and according to your chart, you haven’t
had a physical in over three years. If you’d like to go the
rest of the way, this can probably be covered under your
wellness plan. Shall we do a complete physical?



Absolutely!… I mean sure, that’d be um, perfect …

“

Ok, good. I’ll need you to undress then to your underpants.
When you’re ready, just have a seat on the examination table,
I’ll be back in a few minutes.”



I felt my face becoming hot when she said “underpants” and
I pictured myself nearly naked sitting upright on this
 bench when she comes back through the door. I’ve been through
this enough times before, but the doctor was always a male.
That’s bad enough, and too, since usually a nurse shows
up as well.



So here I sit, the room suddenly seems to have a slight chill 
that I hadn’t noticed before. And I feel my feet getting
a little cold, kind of clammy having taken off my shoes and
socks. I catch myself looking around the room at the diagrams
on the walls, the tongue depressors, that diabolically
huge hypodermic that seems to be a fixture in every doctor’s
examination room I’ve ever sat waiting in for as long as
I can remember. I can’t help it just then, as I pull the waistband
of my shorts out to peer at my penis, and of course, it is pantomiming
a turtle with its head pulled all the way in.



“Are you ready for me, Paul?”
I nearly gasp, maybe I did, I feel my face hot again only this
time worse. I know better than to have risked that. I know
she saw the look of chagrin on my face as I was looking down.


The doctor sort of giggles… “everything’s normal so far!
..just for your information, you’re already in at least
the 95th percentile, meaning you’re of that percentage
of my patients that seem to have one last look at their messenger
of love before it ascends to the realm of aphrodisia.

”

I smile, maybe a little sheepishly, but actually her repartee
is helping. I look up to her and she is looking straight into
my eyes, her eyes twinkle, her face is glowing. This is somehow
reminding me of that last toast of wine of a fabulous dinner
date that usually precedes a blowjob well over the speed
limit racing to get back home.. I feel I am suddenly ready
for anything.



But she is smiling a very warm attentive smile. And unless
I am mistaken, her body language, shoulders back, chest
up and out, hips slightly cocked, and head tilted a little,
is telling me she is about to get aggressive.



She is seemingly harmless enough though, now having changed
into the typical light blue doctor’s garb. Draw-string
cotton loose fitting slacks and short-sleeved jacket
…, well almost typical, as her trousers are slung low on
her hips, and the jacket is really only waist length, revealing
a perfectly sexy abdomen, but otherwise baggy and loose 
fitting as usual. She turns and I am now amazed, to find that
her trousers are riding so low as to reveal just the beginning
of the cleavage of her very nice ass.



She turns back, “First we’ll check your heart and respiration,
while it is still relatively normal.”



Doctor now reaches inside her jacket withdrawing the business
end of her stethoscope which she leans forward and places
against my right breast. It is not cold.



As she roams around my chest listening, her left hand gently
presses me beside her right, it feels caring and affectionate.



Finished with the front, she directs, “please raise your
arms above your head”.



I do. She then leans very close against me, passing the stethoscope 
behind me. Her arms are around me as she probes my back, listening.
 As she moves I feel the press of her breasts sweep against
me, Her breath is soft in my ear. Her pussy is firm on my knee. 
She hesitates in each new position. I feel my penis engorging, 
stiffening. This is going to be awkward.



She gives me a light slap at the top of my ass as she pulls away.
 Her face is a bit flushed.



“Heart and respiration slightly elevated. Well, your
heart is pounding, and some hyperventilation. Perfectly
normal.”



“However, I see that you are about to fail the erectile dysfunction 
portion of this exam already! 

But seriously, now we need to evaluate your normal erectile
 function. For this we really should have a nurse present,
do you mind? …. You’re hesitating. But if you’d rather sign
a release…”



Almost panting, I manage to breathe the words, “no.., I
 mean yes doctor, I am comfortable giving a release…” She 
is smiling at me again, as she turns and reaches for her clip
board, and leafs through the pages, she hands me the pen,
and holds the board against her chest, and says, “Sign here,
please.”



Replacing the clip board to the countertop, she pauses 
turned away, her hands busy in front of her. 

Turning around, as she parts her jacket before my eyes,
her exquisite breasts splay before me, translucent white
 with delicate blue veins beneath, her nipples the soft
 color of orange sorbet.



“Now I will ask you to stand, at attention, if you will, and
 step out of your underpants completely.”



As I shift to drop from the examination table and onto the 
step, her right hand enters down into the front of my shorts 
as she grasps my now very erect cock. With her left hand she
 slides along my ass, pulling the shorts down and away as 
she proceeds, transitioning from the right side and then
pulling down on the left, until they fall to my ankles.



Sliding her hand under my scrotum, my testicles cradled
gently in her right hand…



“Do you know what the wet towel test is? Some patients have
 likened this test to the contests they recall from high
 school and college of testing their erections by draping
 successive wet towels across it to measure its strength.”



“We have a similar, but more scientific test to determine 
the same information, the robustness of your erection. 
Is your present erection at least about average hardness?”



With this she begins squeezing my cock and trying to bend 
it, and is repetitively forcing it down.



“Your penis feels completely erect to me! Nice and hard,
 I mean, strong..!” Doctor now pulls her jacket completely
off and dr*pes it across the chair, and in seemingly the 
same movement, withdraws a clip from her hair allowing 
it to tumble around her shoulders.



Cupping my balls again, she slides the ringed end of a hand
held spring scale over the head of my penis. The loop is hinged, 
and she ratchets it down tightly onto my cock. Pulling down
 on the scale, she occasionally pinches the head of my penis 
as she takes her measurement. Downward she pulls, until
my cock is just past horizontal and beginning to point toward
 her crotch. It is then that I notice the wetness, seeping
 around from her pussy. This arouses me even more, and involuntarily,
 my cock arches back up again against the strain of her pulling.



“I had you recorded at 33 ounces for a horizontal deflection,
but you seem to be throbbing up to 39.”



“Do you know what a Laparoscope is?”, she asks as she is releasing 
the scale contraption from choking my penis.



“This lets me detect whether there is any scar tissue in
your urethra. This may be a bit uncomfortable, or it might 
even be pleasant, if you enjoy slight pain as an eroticism.”



Still grasping my erection, but now fondling it down and
 up, kind of like a hand job, she opens a drawer from the exam 
table, taking out her laparoscope. It is not actually a 
big complicated laparoscope system like I’ve seen before
 on medical TV, rather, it is a hand-sized metal cylinder 
with a ten inch transparent rod on one end and kind of what 
looks like the face of a magnifying class on the other.



Doctor next inserts into the end of my penis a squeeze tube 
with a long tapered tip and squirts lubricant into me. The
 gel oozes back out when next she gently slides the tube of
the laparoscope inside me. It feels wonderfully erotic.
 I am now enjoying this exam the more it proceeds, and feel
 obligated to adore her swaying breasts as my duty for keeping 
my penis erect for Doctor’s examination.



Feeling the underside my cock with her fingers for the progress 
of the laparoscope into my urethra, she halts the insertion 
just as it reaches all the way to the base inside of my erection.



“Two hundred ten millimeters”, and with that she bends
 down to squint her eye into the laparoscope, as she slowly
 withdraws it, following its progress again as before,
 pressing very firmly this time into while subduing my cock 
as it involuntarily throbs at her touch

.

“Perfectly healthy two hundred ten millimeter urethra, 
Paul!”



And at that, in comes the nurse that had led me to the exam 
room when I had first arrived. She looked to be no more than
24, a very cheerful prominently cheeked strawberry blonde 
with a gorgeous girlish figure, attired now identically
 as Doctor Laurie was when she first began the exam.



As Doctor Laurie puts her coat back on, looking down as she 
buttons her buttons, we are all three kind of staring at 
her now very wet crotch.



“Marci, would you take Paul’s blood pressure while I go
change?”



“Doctor Laurie…, maybe you would like to borrow my bottoms?” 
asks Marci. 



“Well that would be an absolute angel! Marci!” 

So now I am really about to pass out in disbelief, both of
these fine women are stripping off their pants to exchange,
 when Marci says, “Doctor, just bring another set of bottoms 
for me when you come back.”



“Great idea!” says the Doctor, both giggling.



The door closes and there stands before me this angel of
 a young woman, strawberry blond fur between her thighs,
 her gorgeous strong tan thighs that contrast so erotically
 with the milkiness of her pubis, same in color as her full
upward breasts that emerged from her quickly discarded 
jacket. She stands before me totally nude, except for her
 stethoscope, smiling quite warmly.



Wrapping the sphygmomanometer cuff around my erect cock,
 Nurse Marci leans down and reaches her stethoscope into 
the base of my cock, just between my testicles. Holding
 the cuff and the stethoscope together and wrapping my penis
 with her right hand, she pumps the sphygmomanometer bulb,
 giving my cock an overall squeezing unlike it has ever had 
before.



“One thirty over eighty, Doctor”, she says, just as Doctor
Laurie returns.



“That’s a good normal pressure for a healthy naked man whose 
cock is in the hands of a perfect 24 year old nubile beauty”.



“We’ll introduce the medication now. Paul, here is the 
tablet, go ahead and swallow. It is precisely 4:15”.



“Marci, would you now climb onto the table, on your back, 
just so that Paul can approach the end of the table and rest
 his testicles there? We’re going to check his prostate,
 and we will do a semen capture. Good. And Paul, don’t be shy,
 Marci is going to just wrap her legs around you because this 
part of the examination can be a little surprising.

”

As Marci wraps her legs around my waist and clenches me between
 her thighs, I am pulled down and almost fall on top of her.



“Paul, hold yourself above Marci, support yourself on
 your hands, like you’re doing a push-up. Marci will hold
 this cup to your penis you while I examine your prostate.
 Have you had a prostate exam before, Paul?”



“Well, I think you’re going to like this one today!”



Nurse Marci is breathing heavily, into my face, excitedly,
 and holding the plastic cup to the end of my erection. She 
is caressing me and strokes my cock and balls, very gently
 and lovingly. I feel the lubricant tube enter into my ass,
 and the lubricant is running out, dripping from between
 my legs.



Doctor Laurie now grasps my balls and the base of my cock
 from behind, and into my anus goes her latex gloved fingers,
 two of them, shoving firmly and kind of jabbing into my prostate. 
I feel my semen oozing from my cock. It feels almost like 
an orgasm as she forces it out.



“Let’s go Marci!, Doctor Laurie is taking this patient
all the way home!”



Marci has inched her body downward and is caressing the 
underside of my erection with her long strokes of her arching
 pelvis. She is deliciously slippery, and the energy of
her pussy is hot and fiery. Except that she still holds the 
cup in her hand firmly on my cock head, it feels as though 
she would suck my penis inside her with her very next pussy 
nuzzling. My head is swimming, I’m lost in the ecstasy of
 both their energies. The image of a Caligula orgy flames 
in my imagination. Doctor Laurie has picked up Marci’s
continuous rhythm, and every pass of her fingers over my 
prostate sends a shooting throb from my inside my ass through
 to the end of my cock, which at this point, seems to have almost
 doubled in thickness and grown at least another whole inch.
They seem to know I am ready to come, Laurie is perfectly
massaging me inside with every pass of Marci’s hot cunt. 
I moan to them, “may I come now, I can’t…can’t wait..” …my
 explosive orgasm begins, throbbing and throbbing and 
shooting… as these gorgeous women milk my prostate dry…
my orgasming won’t stop, an almost violent shiver courses
through my body, my legs feel like collapsing, but still
 Doctor Laurie forces me forward as Marci takes me easily 
inside her sopping cavernous cunt. Still fingering my
 prostate, it feels as though Laurie is trying to reach into
 Marci’s pussy by going through me. Marci is moaning deeply, 
she is virtually weeping as I fuck her with this huge cock 
that seems like a transplant from a horse. Her pelvis arching
 upward, gaping her pussy to receive every thrust fully 
into her precious canal. She is coming, and coming, as she
 screams, “Geee.. Geeee… spah-aah-aaht”, so loudly even 
the waiting room must be able to hear us. But this does not
 stop Doctor Laurie, as she moans her delight, as she slides 
her pussy up and down the back of my clenched leg. There is 
sweat, and wetness everywhere, except mine was somehow
set aside above Marci’s head. It reads: 24 cc’s .


End of Story