Another standalone fantasy about a crush of mine called Vicky with a medical setting. This isn't part of the longer series about the same woman which I've yet to conclude, I was just inspired to do something different.
"It's a locum today..." the receptionist replied as I looked down at her behind her desk "...Dr Waugh is on leave, Dr Maxwell is covering for the next couple of weeks."
"Okay" i shrugged instinctively, before really considering whether I preferred to have this particular conversation with my GP of multiple decades or with a total stranger.
"Take a seat and she'll call you through." the receptionist said, not looking up from her computer.
Turning from the desk to face the seating area my heart rate suddenly spiked... SHE!? It hadn't occurred to me that my doctor's stand-in might be a woman. Now I had visions of being sat opposite some young girl who looked like she had just left school, asking me all sorts of personal questions. As I walked over towards an empty chair, smiling politely as I negotiated my way past other seated patients, I considered just coming up with an excuse and leaving.
Seated in the waiting room, I tried to decide how I might phrase my 'problem'. I mentally rehearsed saying that I needed some medication "to help with performance" figuring that should make clear enough what I was after. I felt like a stupid teenager again. For goodness sake, just put on your big boy trousers and tell her you're here for some blue pills I thought to myself!
All too soon I heard my name called from down the corridor, somewhere distant beyond my line of sight. I inhaled, got to my feet and began to walk in the direction of the vaguely familiar sounding voice. I walked past multiple closed doors, each bearing the name of one of the practice staff engraved on a little brass plaque, until finally reaching one that was open and had "Dr Waugh" similarly emblazoned.
I poked my head around the door and could see small woman with short blonde hair, sitting with her back to me at the desk, typing on a keyboard. God, I thought to myself, she DID look about twelve years old!
"Hi" I announced as I entered.
Just as I stepped over the threshold, the girl spun around on her chair and I froze.
"Hi" Vicky greeted me enthusiastically, with a broad smile.
Vicky was a friend of my wife's from university. She had studied medicine at the same time as my wife was doing her radiotherapy degree. They'd stayed close after graduation and she was also married now too, her surname name as I knew it was Anderson. I'm not sure I had ever actually known her maiden name, but apparently she still used it professionally.
I'd spent a reasonable amount of time in Vicky's company over the years, we'd even holidayed together with mutual friends. Although she was a couple of years older than me, she looked youthful. A pretty, petite blonde with an athletic build and large brown eyes which were now gazing back at me as she smiled warmly.
I hadn't said anything yet, but the look of horror on my face was probably readily apparent and Vicky quickly read the room.
"Sorry, we're fully booked today or I would have asked somebody else to see you..." Vicky said breaking the silence "...would you like to reschedule with one of the other doctors?"
I was still standing in the door dumbfounded and trying to think of a polite way out of this awful coincidence. I absolutely wanted to reschedule but I didn't want her to think I thought any less of her as a doctor. Honestly, I really liked Vicky, I found her funny and intelligent and I always felt we connected as friends in our own right, not just because I was married to her friend. Had it been for anything else I probably would have been happy to get her advice, but this would just be awkward for us both!
"Uuhhh..." I flailed "it's ah just..."
"It's really fine, I'm not offended!" Vicky interrupted as I stammered.
"No, it's just this ahh, thing with my eh..." I scrambled for something innocuous and my brain entirely failed me for several seconds "...my toe!"
Vicky looked at me with obvious suspicion. I wasn't a great liar but that was blatant garbage! I really didn't want to discuss this with an attractive woman whom I had a slight crush on ever since we had first met, but then I didn't really want to have this conversation with anyone! So did it really make a difference? She was a professional that I trusted and I wouldn't be saying anything she hadn't already heard a hundred times I reasoned. Maybe I just let her decide.
"Okay" Vicky replied skeptically, "Well do you want me to take a look at it?"
I looked back at the open doorway, sighed and pushed it closed, resigning myself to the impending humiliation.
"Sorry, I don't know why I said that, it's not really my toe." I confessed, "I actually came for a pre***********ion."
"Okay" Vicky smiled, "well I don't see any medication in your notes, take a seat and tell me what for."
I sat down in a chair positioned at the end of her desk, wishing it might swallow me up. I was significantly taller than Vicky, but somehow it felt like she was looking down on me like a teacher looks down on a pupil, as I tried to get my request out.
"I've been having this problem with..." I gulped, entirely forgetting my pre-rehearsed statement "...stamina."
Vicky smiled, broke eye contact and slightly nodded her head. I'm fairly certain she was concentrating on stifling a giggle as she then looked back intently and seriously at me.
"I know there are pills that can alleviate issues with..." I paused again, not able to bring myself to say the words in her presence.
"Erectile disfunction?" Vicky completed my sentence matter of factly (and I suspect, knowing her, with some degree of schadenfreude)
I nodded, I could feel my cheeks burning as they turned bright red.
"I know you can get them online..." I rambled "...but I guess you never really know what you might be getting and they say you should get checked out before taking them."
I paused to see what Vicky's reaction would be, I was certain she wouldn't want to have this discussion with her friend's husband anymore than I did.
"Well, it's nothing to be embarrassed about, and you're absolutely right to see a professional..." Vicky answered, clearing her throat "...but you understand I can't just give you a pre***********ion..."
I breathed a sigh of relief, convinced the conversation was about to be curtailed.
"...I need to assess you first - in many cases medication isn't actually necessary." Vicky continued unfazed.
My heart began racing again, she was really going to go through with this, with me?! It was too late to back out now though, I'd already committed myself. Before I could begin to imagine what sort of embarrassing things she might need to know about my sex life, Vicky eased into the consultation.
"Let's start with the basics." Vicky said in a comforting tone, continuing to smile.
She proceeded to run through a family medical history and some other standard health and dietary questions - raising an eyebrow in suspicion at my answer to the question about regular exercise. Once that was done, Vicky told me she wanted to listen to my heart and check my blood pressure. So far, so good - I had started to relax a little in her company to the extent I could once again appreciate the beauty of her delicate countenance, her large brown eyes and her golden blonde hair.
Vicky's blouse was unbuttoned a little at the top and as she leaned over to remove a blood pressure monitor from her drawer, I caught a glimpse of the simple white bra inside. Vicky was small in that department, leaving a tantalising gap between the padded cups and her chest which teased the possibility that, perhaps at the right angle, one could look down within and catch sight of her nipples.
"If you can just lift up your shirt" Vicky said, as she pulled her stethoscope from around her neck and placed it in her ears, rubbing the metal end in her hand to take the chill off.
Suppressing the urge to reply "only if you do", I did as instructed and held my t-shirt up while Vicky listened to my heart beat for a few seconds. I clenched my stomach muscles vainly as I exposed my torso. Not that Vicky hadn't already seen me without a shirt, but this felt like an inspection. As she held the cool metal instrument against my chest, she looked up into my eyes, then as she sat back in her seat and withdrew her hand, her little finger lightly grazed over my skin.
"Great" Vicky said as she removed the earplugs from her ears and hung the device back over her neck "that all seems fine. Roll up your sleeve."
Vicky wrapped the cuff of a blood pressure monitor tightly around my bicep securing it with the velcro before turning on the machine. As the pump whirred and the cuff inflated, she took hold of my arm and gently guided it into the desired position. Vicky's small hands were soft and warm and I enjoyed the unfamiliar feeling of them touching my skin as she took my pulse. Once satisfied with the output of the machine, she released my arm and removed the apparatus.
"I'd like to take a blood sample too." Vicky said, removing a sealed kit from a drawer. "Are you okay with needles?"
I nodded. I didn't relish the prospect of having blood drawn - it hadn't occurred to me that would be necessary - but as it turned out, that would be far less excruciating than the next bit of the consultation. With the sample taken, Vicky tidied away the paraphernalia then gently and subtly moved the conversation onto more delicate matters.
"So... are you having difficulty maintaining an erection or unable to achieve one?" Vicky asked bluntly.
I'm not sure if she had meant to be so indelicate or if she just figured it was better not to pussy foot around the topic, but my face turned beetroot. After apologising for the question and insisting everything said and done in this room was completely confidential - no exceptions - Vicky then explained that she needed to know specifics so she could diagnose the issue effectively.
"Well... maintain, I guess" I replied, not making eye contact.
"Do you masturbate regularly?" She continued , blushing a little herself.
After the initial shock of her asking had passed, I found the question strangely arousing. I had fantasised about Vicky more than once, prompted by seeing her athletic body in holiday swimwear and now openly discussing self-pleasure with the object of my own felt quite naughty to me. I was immediately distracted by the thought, thinking about Vicky in one of the many states of full or partial undress which I had constructed in my head over the years and I didn't immediately respond to her question. Vicky read my hesitation as discomfort.
"It's okay, you can tell me..." Vicky reassured placing her hand on my mine on the desk, "...I mean, we all do it, right? When was your last time?"
In hindsight, that seemed like an inappropriate thing to both say and do, but at the time all I could think about was her gentle caress and her confirmation that she also enjoyed getting herself off. I immediately wondered who might be the object Vicky's fantasies and whether I had ever featured.
"This morning, in the shower." I eventually answered.
Vicky nodded approvingly, almost as if commending this choice of time and place, before continuing her intimate line of questioning
"Did you..." Vicky paused, her fingers tracing softly over the back of my hand. "...ejaculate?"
The way she said it, her tone and timing, and her caring touch made a mechanical, medical definition sound to me almost sensual. In an ironic twist, I began to feel my cock stirring in my pants.
"Yeah" I replied, nodding sheepishly.
"So it's only during sex that you're having difficulty?" Vicky asked.
It was an uncomfortable question, in a series of uncomfortable questions! The reason I wanted the medication wasn't because I was unable to perform. I had no issues when watching porn or fantasising, especially about the very woman sitting in front of me now! My problem was, I just wasn't turned on by my wife anymore. It had been several months since we last tried and I hadn't been able to go the distance. But I didn't feel able to confess that to her close friend, so I just answered in the affirmative.
"So what do you think?" I asked, hoping Vicky was now ready to write me a pre***********ion.
"Well..." Vicky said before an intake of breath "...I'm going to need to examine you as well. If that's okay?"
There was a sudden thumping in my chest. I wasn't sure if it was anxiety or arousal at the prospect of Vicky inspecting my manhood. I'd imagined what was in her panties so many times. I wondered if she'd ever done the same? Now she would get to see for herself. I was jealous that the roles were not reversed.
Vicky hadn't waited for a response to her question, having stood up from the desk and walked over to the blue-green coloured plinth behind us. She was pulling a long roll of thin paper down from the head to the foot, covering it, ready for use.
"Just lay back on the table and pull your pants down." Vicky instructed before stepping aside and watching me.
Taking a breath, I did as she asked, getting up from my seat, I sat up on the elevated, cushioned table then awkwardly tried to recline atop the paper that slid rather easily over the vinyl upholstery. Then I undid my belt and trousers and pushing myself off the table managed to shimmy them, along with my briefs, midway down my thighs. Finally at rest on the table, my cock and balls hung out on display to Vicky and she walked towards me.
"Let me know if you feel any pain." She said in a soft spoken voice as she reached between my legs with one hand and her delicate fingers made contact with my skin.
I was grateful that the excitement of our earlier interaction had caused my shaft to swell slightly and, while still flaccid, it hung large over my balls. Vicky gently lifted it aside with her free hand and holding it out of the way, began to methodically palpate my testes with her fingers. Her tiny digits carefully caressed my scrotum, lightly rubbing my skin between her thumb and forefinger as the palm of her other hand held my swelling shaft to the side. The sensation of Vicky's ungloved hands, cautiously moving over my most sensitive areas caused the pressure to build quickly.
"Don't be embarrassed if you become aroused" Vicky reassured me gently, doubtless feeling my cock pressing against her hand. "it's totally normal."
Vicky tenderly squeezed my balls between her fingers and massaged them with light pressure, tracing their stems up into my groin to the root. As she probed the underside of my scrotum, she pressed into my perineum.
"How does that feel?" she asked, still cupping my testicles.
"Good." I replied without thinking "eh I mean fine... no pain!"
Vicky smiled at my unintentional admission, before lifting my now semi-erect shaft in her other hand. She pulled back the skin, retracting it to expose my pink, inflamed glans and inspected it carefully, twisting it around gently to peer down on it from all angles, while continuing to feel along my engorged member from base to tip. Both her hands were now engaged in examining my pulsating organ, manipulating every inch of it. I could feel the blood pumping into my cock as it quickly hardened in her grip, something that could not have escaped her notice. I couldn't help but let out a sigh of pleasure as Vicky's finger brushed over the tip of my sensitive head.
"Sorry." I apologised, with some embarrassment.
"Don't be!" Vicky insisted, finally releasing me "Everything feels healthy to me."
I started pulling my underwear up to cover my now fully erect shaft when Vicky placed her hand on mine and stopped me.
"I'd like to get a sample while you're here, just to be thorough. Can you stay for a little longer?" She asked, innocently.
I nodded and she stepped away from the table for a moment, returning with a small transparent sample cup, unscrewing the blue lid as she approached.
"Okay, just try to relax" Vicky said soothingly, almost sensually, as she once again took hold of my straining phallus, wrapping her little hand around it, and began to slowly stroke it up and down from base to head.
Again I felt Vicky lightly massaging my testicles at the same time, as she looked down into my eyes, smiling innocently at me as if nothing at all was happening.
"Just let me know before it happens okay?" she reminded me, as she squeezed more firmly around my rigid shaft and started to increase the frequency of her strokes.
My hands had been anxiously gripping the side of the examination table throughout. As Vicky now jacked me off, she stepped in closer towards me and I felt the back of my hand pressing slightly through her skirt against her inside thigh. I'm not sure if she was aware of it but I certainly was and as waves of pleasure rippled through me with every stroke of her hand over my pulsating cock I had to fight the urge to reach up between her legs. As Vicky's tight grip passed over my corona and back down again I shuddered and let out an involuntary grunt.
Vicky looked down to see a little trickle of pre-cum dribble out of me and over her thumb as she continued the procedure unperturbed.
"Just take your time..." Vicky reassured me again in a hushed voice "...there's no rush."
I couldn't fault her bedside manner! I closed my eyes and lay my head back on the headrest as I focussed in on the sensation of Vicky's impecable manipulations, wondering if she had a class on this in med school. If I'd known this was part of the examination, I'd have requested Viagra years ago. But then I remembered who my usual doctor was and was thankful I had waited until this particular week!
My cock was throbbing in Vicky's hand and I began to feel the familiar sensation rising up within my testes as she rolled them through her fingers.
"I think I'm getting close!" I quickly urged her with another involuntary grunt.
"Okay, just relax and let me do the work" Vicky said as she let go of my balls and picked up the open sample pot from the table.
She angled it under the tip of my shaft, which she now squeezed more firmly than ever and began to rapidly stroke. The sensation of my corona rippling through her little clenched fingers was overpowering and in a barely a second or two I grunted loudly as a thick spurt of creamy white cum erupted into the the plastic container. Vicky continued her aggressive strokes and two more ropes of semen shot forth, skilfully directed into the jar. A final flow of cum was scooped up by the rim of the pot as Vicky passed it over the tip of my glans ensuring she caught it all. She placed it on the examination table and screwed the lid on with one hand.
"That's it, all done now" Vicky encouraged, as though I had experienced something unpleasant.
Yet she didn't immediately stop touching me. Following my climax Vicky carried on gently massaging my erection as it began to subside, even as it shrank and remnants of semen dribbled from the tip. Vicky reached over for a tissue and attentively dabbed me clean until there was nothing left inside me and she held my penis small and flaccid between her fingers as though not wanting to give it up.
"Okay, you can get dressed whenever you're ready." Vicky instructed as she let go of my satiated organ with one final caress of her finger along it's length "Take a moment if you need to."
Still feeling self-conscious, I quickly packed myself away and got off the table, doing up my trousers and belt as Vicky tightened the screw top on my sample and tore the used paper covering off the table, throwing it in the bin.
"Make an appointment from a couple of days time and we can discuss the results..." Vicky said, returning to her normal voice, as though she hadn't just wanked me off "...but honestly I don't think there is anything physically wrong with you."
She went over to the desk and wrote something on her pre***********ion pad, then tore it off and handed it to me.
"Just to keep your good wife happy in the meantime..." Vicky said with a wink "...I wouldn't be much of a friend if I let her miss out on that!"
I left the consultation room feeling pretty incredible. I had got what I came for and a whole lot more. I reflected on some of what Vicky had done, realising it was far from proper though. Boundaries had been crossed, like what she had implied about her own personal habits, to the fact that she "examined" me with bare hands and that she had "extracted the sample" herself - I mean that wasn't normal - not from anything I'd ever heard on TV anyway! But I wasn't complaining. She was the medical professional and I was just doing as I was told. If Vicky had taken advantage of me, then I was more than happy she had. But I didn't mention to my wife who I had seen that day.
The following day, rather than a phone call from the surgery, I got a WhatsApp message directly from Vicky. Again this seemed a bit unusual but I chalked it up to avoiding unnecessary bureaucracy.
"Labs came back, nothing to worry about. Would you be able to come in at 12pm tomorrow?" her message read.
I replied saying I was free, clarifying if she would amend my appointment, and duly reported back to the practice at the appointed hour.
"Dr Anderson... I mean Maxwell" I corrected myself to the same receptionist as two days before.
Once again, without looking at me, I was instructed to take a seat. Before i could place my butt on and unoccupied one however, Vicky appeared at the end of the corridor.
"Hey!" she greeted me, with an excited mini-wave "Just come through!"
I followed Vicky down the corridor. She wasn't wearing a skirt today, instead she was in a tight fitting pair of black trousers which hugged her cute little ass as it wiggled down the hall ahead of me. She walked briskly in her heals, increasing the pleasing bounce of her well developed glutes. I'd caught sight of them once a few years ago on holiday as Vicky's swimsuit had ridden up and I was now somewhat fixated by her perfectly toned, unblemished peach.
As we walked down the brightly lit corridor Vicky's white blouse was just translucent enough for me to make out the outline of her bra underneath and I imagined again what might be inside it.
We entered the consultation room again, Vicky let me go ahead and closed the door behing us as I looked over at the plinth from yesterday, hoping she might need to follow up on her admittedly thorough examination.
"Sooo..." she said getting right down to business "...how have things been in the bedroom department?"
"Good thanks" I replied "the meds did the trick!"
"I'm sure they did..." Vicky replied "...but I don't think it's a good long term solution. Your testosterone levels are normal, you're in good shape, blood work was clear. I think your issue is perhaps psychological not physical."
Vicky was spot on, she'd worked it out. But I didn't really know what else to do about it and didn't want to admit it to her.
"I'd like us to assess your response to.... 'visual stimulation'" Vicky continued "as you were clearly responsive to the physical stimulation last time."
I suddenly had crazy visions of Vicky undressing for me, which I tried to put out of my mind.
"Okay" I said "what do you want to do?"
"Just sit down at the computer." Vicky replied, spinning the desk chair around for me.
I did as instructed accepting a set of far more pedestrian tests probably awaited. Vicky stood behind me facing her computer display. Reaching over my shoulder, she browsed to a folder on her desktop full of numbered image files which she opened the first of.
The picture presented on screen was the cropped photo of a slim woman in lingerie, perched on what seemed to be the edge of a desk with her hands behind her back. She was wearing matching white shorts-style panties and bra. Her stomach was flat and toned, with a narrow waist and slightly wider hips. The padded cups of her bra lay relatively flat over her chest. There wasn't much to see for scale, but based on her height relative to the desk, I guessed the figure was similar in stature to Vicky. She was standing legs apart, the camera centred on her spread hips and I could make out the outline of prominent labia impressed into the tight fitting cotton of her panties.
"Let me know if you feel yourself becoming aroused." Vicky said softly into my ear, her warm breath on my neck.
She flicked onto another image. It seemed to be the same model. Now turned with her back to the camera, bending slightly over the desk. The lower half of her pale buttocks were exposed and her glutes were clenched tightly. She had taken off her bra and I could see the vertebrae of her back undulating under her skin as they rose from the waistband of her panties. She was standing on her tip toes, her small feet lifting her hips just above the height of the desk. I felt my cock tingling as I looked at the image and the resemblance it bore to that fleeting glimpse of Vicky's uncovered ass as she climbed out of the pool on holiday.
Vicky clicked onto the next image in her library. This time a close-up of what I assumed was the same woman's bare breasts. They were small buds, only rising a little above her chest, but she had long dark pink nipples that stood erect. One of her breasts had a small birth mark just visible above her rib. Then something else caught my attention. The woman was wearing a silver necklace draped between her breasts from which a small silver star was suspended. It was identical to the one I could currently see dangling around Vicky's neck.cShe was showing me pictures of her own naked body!
My cock immediately began to inflate in my pants.
"Wow" I unintentionally whispered under my breath.
"Doing it for you?" Vicky asked.
I wasn't sure whether to reveal that I realised the images were of her.
"Yeah" I replied as I felt my swelling cock pushing up against the denim of my trousers.
"Do mind if I check what stage you're at?" Vicky asked kneeling down next to me, her hands reaching around from behind the chair to my belt buckle.
She didn't wait for approval, before undoing it along with the button and zipper of my jeans.
"Ahhh" I pondered, unable to respond before Vicky slid her left hand under the elastic waistband of my briefs and I felt her palm slide over my semi erect penis as she assessed it's rigidity by squeezing it on either side with her thumb a little finger.
Keeping her left hand inside my pants, Vicky reached up and clicked onto the next image with the computer mouse. It brought up a freeze frame of a video. A close up of her panties as she sat legs-spread atop the blue-green examination table behind us. Clicking the play button as she held my enlarging organ in her hand, I watch the screen. Vicky's recognisably tiny but immaculately manicured fingers came into frame and pulled her panties asside revealing large, protruding dark labia, moist and glistening under the bright spot light above. On screen, Vicky gently spread her outer lips open to display her full inner petals which she then peeled apart and ran a finger between, smearing her slick glaze over her clit, gleaming like a polished stone as she pulled back it's sheath.
My cock throbbed under Vicky's warm palm, while I watched her beginning to masturbate for me on screen. The shot began to shake as she picked up what I assumed was her phone to widen the angle. Her whole body came into view as she rotated the video to portrait, only Vicky's head was not visible. She pawed at one of her breasts before pinching her long erect nipple and pulling on it as she slid her fingers between her engorged lips and all around her inflamed clit. Moans of pleasure began to play through the computer's speakers.
"How does it feel?" Vicky whispered into my ear, her tone seeming to take on an overtly erotic quality.
My shaft was pinned between her hand and my scrotum, preventing it from becoming fully erect as the internal pressure built. Vicky reached further into my underwear to handle my engorged testes again. The perfectly smooth skin of her wrist now rested atop my shaft and rubbed against it as she rolled each of my balls gently through her delicate fingers.
"Mmm hmmm" she said as though noting something about what she could feel.
I leaned my head back on the seat as I watched the video continue playing, Vicky's fingers sliding in and out of her pussy as her juices trickled down her taint and gathered in a little pool on the impermeable padding. Her cute little toes started to curl and her chest flushed to the sound of squelching and moans of pleasure as Vicky fingered herself on screen for several minutes. I enjoyed every moment of the display as I felt her careful caress of my aching balls, the blood flow to my cock still obstructed.
Frustratingly, the video ended before reaching a crescendo, just as Vicky's moans became louder and more frequent. At the same moment, Vicky pushed my underwear down allowing her hand and my pressurised vessel to escape. As she withdrew her palm from the end of my tensioned shaft, it sprang upwards, twitching as the blockage was released and blood pumped inside making fully erect and rigid in only a few seconds.
As Vicky broke contact and the computer screen went dark, my brain gained some capacity to start to process the situation. This was no longer a legitimate doctor-patient consultation, it probably never had been, but I couldn't kid myself any more.
"This isn't really an NHS approved diagnostic method, is it?" I asked
"No." Vicky confessed, blushing a little
I carefully considered my response, second guessing myself about Vicky's intentions, eventually concluding that she was already so far past any ethical boundary that I had basically nothing to loose. She wasn't going to be reporting herself to the BMA, far less to my wife.
"Well, I appreciate you being so willing to do that for a patient." I said with a wry smile, overtly signalling my consent to her wildly inappropriate behaviour.
"Like I said: we all do it." Vicky replied a little bashfully, before quickly adding "But I wouldn't do that for ANY patient!"
We exchanged a look of mutual understanding. Any pretence about this being a purely clinical interaction evaporated as I sat, continuing to display my erection, to a friend who had produced candid videos of her masturbating entirely for my gratification while she groped me.
"There is something else I'd like to check out..." Vicky announced, once more summoning her matron like voice as she pulled a latex glove from a box on her desk "...can you go and stand next to the examination table please?"
Intrigued at what she might want to do next, if somewhat surprised that she would choose this moment to start observing infection control policy, nevertheless I got up and played along with the charade. Vicky snapped the glove onto her right hand and removed a tube of something from a cupboard above her desk.
"Turn around and lean on the table please" she commanded phlegmatically, as she approached.
I realised where this was going now, but there was little time for apprehension. As soon as I placed my palms on the cushioned table, I immediately felt Vicky reach inside the back of my trousers to pull them, along with my briefs, down to my knees unceremoniously. I stood exposed, staring at the wall, my boner resting against the cool vinyl padding of the plinth and my backside presented to Vicky. A second or two later, I felt her place a warm, ungloved palm on my right cheek, spreading it open, followed by the cold sensation of her lubricated, smooth, latex-covered finger teasing my sphincter. I inhaled sharply.
"Try to relax it as much as possible" Vicky said in a more soothing tone, as she started to apply pressure.
I enjoyed Vicky's narrow, slick fingertip sliding easily into my anus and I exhaled at the pleasurable sensation before a second was wedged in alongside it, a little more uncomfortably. With the way opened, Vicky continued to press firmly and I felt her passing each knuckle through my narrow orifice, further stretching it. I winced a little and in response Vicky reached around to gently stroke my rigid shaft.
"That's it..." she tenderly encouraged "...almost there."
As Vicky's little fingers reached the full length of their travel into my rectum and she pressed her balled fist as firmly between my cheeks as she could, my attention was suddenly captured by the feeling of Vicky's digits palpating my internals in a way I had never experienced before. My cock started to twitch involuntarily in response as I felt Vicky probing something inside me. It strained in Vicky's hand as she lightly stroked back and forth, but the delight I was basking in was unrelated to her external touch! A deep, intense feeling that is hard to describe was building exponentially as Vicky's fingers skilfully massaged my prostate. I was overcome by the extraordinary sensations she was eliciting in me and lost all self-control.
"Ohh fuck, Vicky that's so good" I gasped, turning around to look at her behind me.
She twisted her wrist and I felt the pressure of her fingers translated inside me. Without warning, fluid rushed up through my hardened sex as it spasmed uncontrollably. I spurted over the blue-green PVC as an orgasm like nothing I had ever experienced before exploded within me. Vicky rubbed her fingers again and again over the same spot and I groaned in ecstasy as each pass caused another jet of liquid to spill over the examination table. Vicky braced my possessed manhood in her hand as it convulsed, directing the flow onto the table until it eventually subsided and my legs buckled.
Vicky smiled, pleased with herself, as she withdrew her hand from inside me and pulled the glove off, discarding it in a bin.
"I'd say your prostate is healthy" she said with a smirk.
I supported my weight with my arms on the table, until I regained strength in my legs and could pull my underwear and trousers back up.
"Good to know, I've never had a prostate exam before" I replied.
"That's not exactly how they taught it at med school." Vicky admitted as she wiped down the table.
We were stood face to face with each other as I buttoned my jeans and did my belt back up next to the bed.
"You said your only problem was maintaining an erection during intercourse?" Vicky asked, playing the medical professional again.
I nodded.
"I'd like your consent to perform a full assessment" Vicky proposed, looking at me as she raised a hand to her top blouse button, undoing it suggestively.
"Of course." I replied, "What would that entail?"
"Good, take off your clothes please." she commanded, resuming her role as the medical authority in the room.
Vicky observed me as I slipped my trainers off and undid the belt I had only just re-buckled. I pushed my trousers down to my ankles and stepped out of them pulling off my socks so that I now stood in just my T-shirt and underwear. Despite my recent climax, a prominent bulge remained in my pants, fuelled by the excitement of undressing for Vicky as she watched me. I pulled my shirt over my head and deposited it on the chair at the end of Vicky's desk, along with all my other things.
I put my thumbs inside my waistband and pushed my shorts down until they dropped to the floor. My semi pointed down and angled slightly towards Vicky, hanging over my heavy ball sack which dangled low between my legs, aching slightly and still feeling a need to unload. Vicky inspected my naked body up and down and I looked back at her in expectation.
As she looked at me, Vicky resumed perfunctorily unbuttoning her blouse. Opening it and pulling the tails out of her trousers, she unclasped them and stepped out of her heels, immediately loosing an inch of stature. She unzipped the short fly of her tight trousers and wriggled as she pushed them down over her hips, revealing her white cotton panties underneath. Finally she slipped her blouse off her shoulder depositing all her clothing in a pile on the floor.
I took in Vicky's perfect little body as she stood in her underwear right in front of me. Her legs were slim and toned and her stomach flat with a cute little 'innie' navel. Just as in the video, I could see the topography of her vulva pressed into her tight fitting panties. As I stared at her pussy, Vicky reached behind her back and I heard the quiet click of her bra being released. She shook the straps off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor, revealing the gentle undulations of her petite breasts and her long, erect nipples.
My cock twitched as if a physical reaction to the mental desire I had for her in that moment. Vicky maintained eye contact erotically as she bent over to slide her panties down her legs and step out of them, dropping them on the pile of her other things. My gaze was drawn to her clean shaven little slit which couched dark, rippled inner lips that protruded and glistened in the bright light of the room, still candied by her earlier secretions.
We stood naked and silent before one another for a moment. Then Vicky, without saying anything, reached out and took my shaft in her hand as leverage to pull my body in towards hers. As she pressed her breasts and stomach against me, I wrapped my arms around her and we instinctively began to make out. Vicky tugged on my semi briefly but then she released it and I felt her hands wandering all over my legs, back and butt. As we explored one another's mouths with our tongues, my cock swelled against Vicky's thigh and grew uncomfortable, so I backed off enough to free it and allow me to put my hands on her breasts.
Sensing me rising to the occasion, Vicky's hand once again reached down between my legs to fondle my testicles. She then grabbed my enlarging member, encouraging it with long firm strokes that stretched my foreskin back over my glans tightly as my shaft swelled in length and girth. Vicky sighed in satisfaction as my fingers flicked across her stiff teats and I massaged the little mounds of flesh protruding from her small frame. Taking my wrist in her hand, she directed my own down between her legs. I ran my fingers firmly over her smooth, fleshy outer lips, then delved between her prominent inner labia, drawing my forefinger slowly through her tender, wet slit. Vicky moaned in pleasure.
"No... issues... so... far..." Vicky continued to role play, sounding a little flustered as she forced herself away from me.
Vicky pushed herself up onto the edge of the examination table - no paper roll this time - and reclined on it. Her skin squeaked over the cheap vinyl as she wriggled her naked body into place.
"Does this position work okay for you?" Vicky asked, spreading her legs invitingly and raising an arm to rest her head on it.
I climbed up onto the bed as well, negotiating my way past Vicky's legs to lay over her in the relatively narrow space. We awkwardly adjusted our arms relative to each others coliding a couple of times until finally finding a comfortable position. My naked body hovered over hers, looking down into her big brown eyes. For a moment we smiled back at each other - I could feel the tip of my cock touching Vicky's inner thighs and as I moved in closer my exposed glans made contact with her slick, inflamed loins causing us simultaneous pleasure.
"Are you ready?" Vicky asked, reaching between our legs and adjusting the position of my throbbing rod.
I nodded as Vicky seated it just over the entrance to her pussy and I slowly lowered myself down between her legs.
"Ahhh" Vicky groaned as I carefully penetrated her.
Her passageway stretched wide and tightly squeezed my bell end as it slid through, her taught opening closing a little as my corona had passed through. Vicky's brief respite was short-lived though as I continued to enter her, testing her narrow entranceway as my shaft continued to impale her with ever increasing girth.
Vicky winced a little as she struggled to accomodate me and I paused, a little over halfway inside her, then began to slowly rock my hips, helping her to acclimatise to my presence. She moaned in pleasure at my mild thrusting.
"Are you... ahhhh.... all the way in?" Vicky asked between sighs.
"Not yet" I replied.
"Keep going" Vicky instructed, taking a breath.
I lowered myself further so that I was laying on top of her body. As my shaft slid deeper inside her I could feel her strong vaginal muscles constricting around it, just before I reached my full length, the tip pressed up against something firm. Vicky yelped!
"Are you okay?" I asked
"Yeah" she said, exhaling with her eyes closed "just my cervix... you're a little too big for me"
"Should I stop?" I asked, withdrawing a little.
"No!" Vicky said, wrapping her own legs around my thighs "Just keep going, I'll get used to it."
Relieved that she was willing to continue, I resumed my hip thrusts, building in frequency to increasing notes of satisfaction from my doctor as she carefully assessed my sexual function. Each time I accidentally butted up against her cervix Vicky would let out a little squeal but eventually she started pulling me closer with her strong leg muscles.
"Oh fuck yesss!" she exclaimed breaking character "that feels incredible, go all the way in"
I increased the pace and length of my strokes, bouncing against the end of her stretched canal to shrieks of pleasure. Her hand reached between our stomachs to fiddle herself and I started to feel myself approaching a climax.
"Vicky I'm going to come!" I warned as she locked me inside her with her vice-like thighs
"Me too! Don't Stop! Deeper!" she insisted.
I clenched, desperately trying to hold back the tide as my tired arms and legs began to give out. Almost my full weight dropped onto her body and my unrelenting rod skewered her even deeper causing her belly to distend outwards.
"Yesssssss!!!!!" Vicky cried out, her whole body shaking at the cervical stimulation.
Her spasming muscles contracting around my primed weapon were too much to resist and I felt my cock recoiling as I unloaded a tsunami of cum deep inside Vicky's quivering body. There were tears streaming down her eyes as she twitched uncontrollably underneath me and her legs finally dropped to either side of the table. I stroked her hair and kissed her as she basked in the joy of her orgasm.
We lay on the table together for several minutes, recovering. Eventually I climbed off her and watched as copious amounts of my creamy white deposit were expelled from Vicky's pink, inflamed pussy. She reached up and tore off some of the paper from the roll to mop between her legs.
"Well, nothing appears to be a problem physically" Vicky said, getting back into character as she cleaned herself up.
I watched as she swung her legs off the edge of the plinth and hopped down. We got dressed in front of each other and I savoured my final views of her perfect naked body as she pulled on her underwear.
"But I do think we should have a few more... treatment sessions, just to be sure" Vicky suggested as she buttoned up her blouse.
I looked at her in her tight panties and translucent blouse and nodded.