by Cyan
Copyright 2001 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
"Good, now lie down flat on the table."
Here it comes, I thought, and it occurred to me that now it was I who was getting a taste of what Cindy so often felt. It had been her idea that we switch to Dr. Kenner and I might have felt a little disquiet at the thought but not enough to object. I briefly wondered how Cindy was doing at the moment. Dr. Kenner had been feeling, tapping, and listening to my chest and was apparently done with that. I complied with her request.
"Good," she said and wasted no time slipping my underpants down. And having done that, she showed not the slightest reticence to take my cock in her hand. "Any urination problems?"
"No."
She fingered my balls, squeezing them slightly. "Good sexual function?"
"No complaints." Here I was, being handled by this attractive woman, certainly younger than Cindy or I. The door opened.
It was the nurse, Rea, who brought a clipboard and showed it to Dr. Kenner. I cursed my luck that she'd walk in right while Dr. Kenner was handling me in such manner. Rea was young and blond, and a definite looker.
And I watched Rea's eyes: they definitely checked me out without giving my face the slightest glance. "Fine," said Dr. Kenner, having looked over what Rea brought and Rea thankfully left.
Dr. Kenner continued to handle my cock and balls and I began to wonder what was up. "You're probably wondering if Rea came in to get an eyeful," she said smiling, "and guess what? While we are professional, that doesn't stop us from indulging just a bit on occasion."
What? She smiled. "And I have to tell you, getting a couple in here at exactly the same time is most definitely an occasion. You don't mind indulging us just a touch, do you?"
She was still touching me and I started to feel it: the beginning of hardness. What was I supposed to say to that? "OK," she said, finally letting go of me. "Turn over on your stomach."
I was glad to do so given what was threatening to happen, but it was a bit awkward and humiliating to turn with my underpants around my knees. "Good," she said. It was harder to see in my new position but I caught that she was putting on a rubber glove. "Never too young to check out that prostate," she said.
A guy has an idea what that means: I don't know where in life you pick it up, but you do. It was certainly nothing I thought I was going to face so soon. She dabbed something damp in the crack of my rear. Lubricant. "Now relax," she said and put a finger right on my asshole. Then wriggled it, pressing. Then it was in.
She probed and probed. "You know," she said without stopping, "Rea gets a bit more enjoyment out of female anatomy than I do so I'm letting her continue on your wife." She laughed briefly, then said: "Your wife is undoubtedly naked now, and I told Rea to give her a digital rectal exam just as you're getting. You can't be too careful. By the way, does your wife use this sort of digital stimulation during your intimate times?"
"Uh, no," I said. I felt myself definitely hardening, my cock pressed between me and the table.
"It can be very effective, you know." Still she didn't stop and even without experience I felt a certainty that we were far past examination. "In fact," she said, "as your physician, a direct observation of your sexual reactions would be far more informative than depending upon your reports. Turn onto your side, facing away from me."
She hadn't withdrawn the finger and apparently meant for me to change positions anyway. Embarrassed beyond belief, I still followed doctor's orders. She looked over my body to inspect my half-hard cock. "You do have full erections, don't you?" she asked.
"Yes."
Her finger wriggled more. I grew harder. "Apparently you react favorably to being dominated and embarrassed. Does your wife utilize this?"
"Uh, no."
She pushed the finger further in, then withdrew part way and I swear, she started another finger in. "Then she's missing out," she said and there was amusement in her voice. Then with her other hand she reached over me and took hold of my cock as if checking more closely how it was hardening. "Perhaps we should collect a semen sample," she said.
I could hardly talk and didn't know what to say in any case.
Then I heard the door opened again! "Good, Rea, you're here." said Dr. Kenner. "Please put a prophylactic on Mr. Nathan." The nurse was looking over me, obviously taking it all in. Then in a flash she was back and Dr. Kenner withdrew her hand from my cock, leaving it to Rea who quickly and rather expertly put the thing on. "OK," said Dr. Kenner. "Take over here."
The fingers withdrew. Then another took its place! And I heard the door shut and lay there, Rea over me, watching me, her finger in my butt. She slid it in and out. "Is this really necessary?" I asked.
She said nothing, but smiled. I supposed she only did as Dr. Kenner ordered. Then while she continued to do my rear with her finger she reached over and took hold of my balls. My cock stuck straight out, covered. My breathing grew harder. Her hand didn't remain on my balls but began to caress the insides of my thigh and my belly, all around my cock. "Are you about to ejaculate?" she finally said.
I must have been trying to say yes, but all I produced was a groan.
And with that she withdrew both hands. I swear, the finger slipping out almost did me in but in fact relief was not granted me. "OK," she said, "I'm going to replace my finger with a dildo." And then it was there, pressing.
It was larger, but fortunately wasn't painful. She pressed and eventually I felt part of it come to rest against my cheeks. "Plugged," she said. "OK, you can stand."
"Huh?"
"Come on, stand up."
You can't possibly do this now, I said to myself, but It's hard to say what it is but you find it easiest simply to follow along in a doctor's office. I stood to find her holding a hospital gown for me. I towered over her.
It was the sort that's not too modest in the back and it wasn't all that long either. "Come with me," she said, and led the way out the door. When I lingered she turned: "Come on, Dr. Kenner wants to talk to you in her office."
I thought of who else might be close by, Martha the receptionist, any patients that might be in the waiting room or moving around the corridors. Reluctantly, I reached the doorway and looked around outside the examining room. Rea pointed to a door close by and I quickly made my way to it.
It was an office, apparently Dr. Kenner's. It had two seats for visitors. "I suggest you stand," Rea said and shut me in. She was back in a minute, leading Cindy.
She was also in a hospital gown. "Good," said Rea. "Dr. Kenner wants to talk to you both."
And as if on cue, Dr. Kenner came in, shutting the door behind herself. I'd got a look at Cindy and our eyes had met: she was clearly embarrassed out of her gourd. Dr. Kenner took her place behind her desk and sat, smiling. "Once again," she said, "I have to tell you what a pleasure it is having you both here together. And it's great that you've been willing to, shall we say, indulge us."
We simply stood there. The thing was in my rear. I wondered about Cindy. "And as I told you," she added, "it's an extra benefit to you that we can evaluate first-hand your sexual function. Lean forward over the desk."
Rea, who had been behind us, gently pushed us forward. Her gentle pressure seemed to grow firm and we were both soon leaning on the desk. I had my palms on the desk and Cindy was on her elbows. Dr. Kenner leaned forward, looking at us both. Rea apparently started doing something to the dildo in my rear: she managed to start sliding it in and out. "So," said Dr. Kenner, smiling at us. "Enjoy yourselves."
It was a couple of minutes later that we were both exhausted, now both half lying on the desk. My condom was removed, apparently by Rea. Dr. Kenner put her hand on my head. "Very nice," she said, apparently to both of us. The dildos had been removed. "You've seen how you two respond to this," she added, "Mr. Nathan, I suggest you use the obvious method to stimulate Mrs. Nathan, and Mrs. Nathan, I suggest you acquire a strap-on." I felt a hand on my rear as she said it and realized that Rea was fingering me. A reaction in Cindy's body next to me told me she wasn't being ignored. "Now there's just one last thing we have to try," said Dr. Kenner. "Hold those positions."
She came around the desk. Rea's hands had continued, but withdrew when Dr. Kenner apparently joined her. "Now," came Dr. Kenner's voice, "you've been quite good for me, but I'm giving you one more test, the severest of all." I felt the gown lifted even higher and apparently attached somehow so I was totally uncovered.
Suddenly there was a smacking sound and Cindy sort of squealed an involuntary "Ouch!" It was followed by two more smacks. Then after a tiny pause, I received my first.
Yes it hurt but it wasn't too hard to take. After I received three, Cindy received another three. I didn't look but somehow I knew it was Dr. Kenner applying them. As she went along alternating with three for one of us and three for the other, I heard the door open and close behind us.
Rea, I mentally pleaded.
"OK," said Dr. Kenner right then. "You can stand and get dressed now."
Turning, Martha stood there, our clothes in hand. "Rea'll take your gowns," she said right as Dr. Kenner slipped out the door.
And Cindy and I stripped down right in front of the two of them. Rea then left with them and Martha remained, handing us each item of clothing as we needed them to get dressed. "Let me tell you," she said as we were finishing. "Dr. Kenner certainly enjoys it when we manage to schedule a couple at the same time. She told you that, didn't she?"
"Yes," I said. Cindy and I hadn't spoken to each other and I could tell there was a huge amount of embarrassment between us. In fact, we were quiet as Martha led us back to her area, verified our insurance information, then bade us good bye.
Once in the car, I sat without starting it. It was late morning and we'd have usually been at work. "I guess it didn't save embarrassment after all," I ventured looking at Cindy. She was looking very uncomfortable, staring more or less at the glove compartment. Then she turned and looked into my eyes, still looking stricken.
I felt what she felt. I reached over and touched her cheek. As soon as I did so, she reached and grabbed my head, pulling me into a kiss. It was amazing how driven she was.
We stopped at home before returning to work.
Cyan Stories
Erotic fiction, sex stories, for erotica lovers.