“Dr.Fiore will see you now,” the nurse told the patient, a tall man in his mid 20’s, in athletic shape.
He walks over to be weighed and measured by the nurse, and she directs me to wait in the small patient room, where he sits on the examination table. She tells him to roll up his sleeve, as a shot is part of the checkup. Of course, he wore a long black waffle shirt today, so he resorts to pulling one arm completely out of the sleeve, partially exposing his sculpted chest and stomach.
The nurse leaves the room and closes the door. “Dr. Fiore will see you in a moment.”
As he sits on the patient table, his torso half-exposed, he slowly starts to get impatient. He hears a knock, the door slowly opens, and the doctor walks in to introduce herself.
“Hi, I’m Dr. Fiore. I’ll be running some tests. I have reviewed your medical history. It all looks good, but it’s always useful to check,” she declares.
She was gorgeous through and through. An Italian goddess, brunette with almond eyes, a generous chest that curved back down into her waist, all wrapped up in a white lab coat. Her long, flowing brunette hair fell over her white blouse and framed her face, punctuated by two large brown eyes, dancing eyelashes, and the most sensual, plump, red lips against snow-white skin. He notices she is wearing her blouse with no tights or pants, just her bare legs and a cute pair of feet wrapped in black stilettos.
Dr. Fiore sits in the chair facing him, crosses her legs, and starts asking routine questions:
“What was your last doctor’s visit?”
“Last year,” he replies.
“Are you fully vaccinated?” Dr. Fiore continues.
“Yes.”
“Has anything felt off recently? Changes in physical comfort or moods?”
“No, everything’s been good.”
“Ok, when was your last sexual encounter?”
“Three months ago,” he smirks, remembering the encounter.
“Did you use protection? When was the last time you got tested?” She leans in a little.
“Yes, I did, and I got tested a month ago and came back clean.”
“Good. Any feeling of discomfort in the pubic area at all?”
“No, all good there too.”
He smiles a bit and catches her staring; she smiles back, clears her throat, and continues the exam.
Her stilettos are now bopping slowly up and down towards him.
She bites her lips and composes herself. “Ok, let’s do a quick physical checkup, I need your pants and underwear off.”
He proceeds just like any other visit to undress in front of her and stands up straight, as stoic as possible, catching glimpses of her stare and her cleavage. She comes closer, puts two fingers on the side of his testicles, and asks him to cough.
He coughs, and as he does, she leans to whisper: “Good boy- you’re doing great.”
She then moves onto the other side with her fingers, but it’s too late. Her stare, her heels, her chest tightening her blouse to the point of visible tension in the cloth —it’s all too much, and with that last whisper, it’s now out of his control. Blood rushes down to his cock and immediately gets fully engorged right as she leans in for a second “cough.” Naked, powerless in front of her, and fully erect, he looks down at the floor.
She looks back and smiles. “Don’t be nervous, it’s ok. You have nothing to be ashamed about.”
She licks her lips and stares at his long, girthy cock, fully erect, facing directly toward her.
“Ok, we’re going to do a bit of an unorthodox checkup today. I want to test your psychosexual health; it’s just as important as the rest.” Dr. Fiore goes to the door to lock it and sits back down.
“Yes, Doctor Fiore, whatever you say,” he replies.
“Ok, we’re gonna start slow and move on to tougher exams,” she declares.
She gets up from the chair and walks over to the examination table without saying a word, grabs the pillow, returns to her chair, sits, and throws it at her feet.
“Get on your knees on the pillow now!” She switches her tone from her bedside voice to a much more authoritative, slightly harsher one, with a hint of sweetness.
He obeys, still fully erect. He takes the rest of his shirt off, walks over to the pillow, and kneels. She pulls out a small concealed bottle of lubricant and hands it to him.
“I was you to praise my feet. Kiss them, tell me how pretty they look, slowly unwrap my heels like you were unwrapping a piece of candy, and kiss and suck my little toes and soles. I also want you to first pour this lube on your dick and touch yourself as slowly as possible while you kiss me.” She hands him the lube.
“Yes, Doctor,” he acquiesces.
He proceeds to pour a generous amount of lube which lands on the tip of his cock before falling down the sides of the shaft; he grabs it to spread it across the whole length evenly. He starts to kiss her ankles, massaging her feet at the same time, feeling the seams between her toes and the black heels, meanwhile very gently stroking his shaft with his other hand.
“Doctor, your feet are the cutest I’ve ever seen.” He kisses one in between the straps and gently starts to undo her heels.
“I just can’t get enough, such perfect little toes,” he fully unstraps the first shoe and proceeds to suck on her toes. All at once, one at a time, rubbing his tongue across them, he raises her sole to give every inch of attention it deserves. He stops touching himself to remove the other heel and continues praising her.
“I did not tell you to stop stroking,” she says sternly.
She continues. “You need to do EX-actly what I tell you or else we move on to harder tests, get up.”
Slightly ashamed and still fully naked and her still fully dressed, he gets up.
“I’m really sorry, doctor. I’ll focus more, I promise,” he whimpers
“Ok. Second exam, lie down on the examination table,” she directs onto the table.
He obliges, walks over, and lies down, still fully erect.
She grabs his cock in her hands and squeezes. “I’m going to use your mouth to cum, but you still can’t.”
She proceeds to take her underwear off from under her lab coat and climbs onto the exam table. She pulls up her coat to reveal her glistening pussy, which she then goes to place directly on his mouth, straddling his face in a 69 position, but without reciprocating. Her stilettos lie on either side of his head.
“Ok, get started, you better be able to me cum,” she says sternly.
“Yes, doctor, I’ll do my best,” he replies.
“No, no, you’re GOING to make me cum; I’m not getting up until you do.”
“Yes, doctor.”
He reaches to get a firm grasp of her cheeks floating above his face for balance, pulls her down on his mouth, and starts kissing and licking her little slit. Grabbing her clit firmly between his lips, he begins to move his lips and tongue to stimulate her rhythmically.
“Oh my god, you know what you’re doing, ok-yes, just like that!” After a few minutes, she is now fully straddling his body upside down, grabbing and squeezing his thighs to mitigate the pleasure, pressing down her pelvis on his face.
“Ughhh, yes, good boy, you’re doing amazing.. can you feel me dripping down your face?”
“Yes, Doctor, I fucking love it, I can wait to taste your cum.”
After a few more moments, she can’t hold it in any longer. She lets out an orgasm that she tries to muffle to avoid attracting any attention.
“Omg, yes, you’re making me cum-mmmmmMMMMmmmhh.”
His jaw soaked in her juices, he starts to feel her legs quiver and spasm, her perfect ass clenching right above him as he begins to feel even more of her liquids pouring on the insides of his lips. She gets up suddenly and walks over to the chair to sit down again, legs spread open.
“Come over here, back on the pillow.” She snaps her fingers and gestures at the same time.
“I want you to lick off every little bit of cum off my thighs and around my pussy.” She motions him over.
“Yes Doctor, you taste so good,” He proceeds to lick her thighs, pelvis, and the sides of her pussy. Once clean, she picks up her panties and puts them back on, along with her heels.
She gets up above him, “Ok, last exam, lie down on the table again; this is a test of patience.”
She reaches inside her work bag and pulls out a large, wide tube. She proceeds to screw open the top and reveals a pink fleshy silicone vagina.
“This is going to be our anatomical device for today’s last test,” she walks to the table, grabs the lubricant, and pours a generous amount into the flesh-light. She lathers some on his cock just to make sure.
“Now. You’re gonna look at me right in the eyes while I stroke you with this gently; if you’re close to cuming, tell me,” she starts to finger the flesh-light to spread the lube inside.
“Yes, Doctor.” He stares at her, feeling even more powerless, naked on her table, unable and unwilling to break eye contact.
“Good boy,” she proceeds to slip the tube onto his head and slowly drags it down the shaft until she reaches the base.
He lets out a large groan; she smiles at him and continues to stroke as slowly as she possibly can. This quickly brings him to the edge, but the speed is too slow to make him cum. Trapped in between a state of release and pre-release, he starts to feel the psychological torment melding with pleasure. His stare towards her turns into a longing, begging one.
“Please, doctor, can you please make me cum?” He begs.
“Not yet, sweetheart.” She slowly picks up the pace, making him groan and contort even harder. He is now clamping the edges of the exam table with full force, squeezing the leather out of its form.
She suddenly slows down again, leans into his ear and whispers, “I love how hard you tried for me today; tell me again how badly you want it.”
“So much, doctor Fiore I really, really want to cum, please,” he pleads again.
“Ok, you can go ahead and finish,” she smiles and leans in a bit to expose her chest to him. She notices his right leg starts to shake.
“Remember, look at me.” She grabs his face the moment before climax and stares right into his eyes as he explodes his cum into the tube.
“Ughhhhhh,” he groans, pulsing cum down the silicone mold.
She lifts the tube, and it comes dripping down on his semi-erect cock.
She playfully puts the tip of her index finger in the puddle of semen on his pelvis and brings it up to her lips, before sticking out her tongue to lick the smallest drip. She smiles at him again and kisses him.
“This has been the most productive session I’ve had with a patient in a long while. I’m going to schedule you for some more tests, I think you can handle them.” She pulls up her panties and writes him a note.
“Yes, mistress. I mean Dr. Fiore. I would love that.” He winks at her.
He exits her office in a daze.