Medical comical couplets. (2/2)
Added 2019-05-02 21:24:30 +0000 UTC
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Here comes the story: I hope you like it (you can find it on DA) A doctor’s tale I am 37 years old and a doctor. My name is Patricia Smith and I am a well-respected member of the community in my town. Today I am due for an examination in the hospital where I work. Each year we have to undergo this and it takes several hours, but I am the director and I have to be an example for my subordinates; doctors, nurses and other personal. I expect them to do the same and often I attend the examinations myself. Of course, nobody is allowed to attend my examination. Today I’ll have an examination by a new doctor at the hospital I already checked and controlled. I have some difficulties with the way he works, which I told him already. And now I want to see if he has listened to the remarks I made. First of all he’s a bit to soft and secondly he’s not thorough enough. He just talks to the patients, looks at the heart rate, etc... but I think he should at least take the temperature of the patients and have them undress to see their skin. Anyway, I’m going to see if he is thorough enough for my hospital. And if he’s not, I’ll have to fire him. When I come in, he sits at his desk, writing on his computer. He looks at me and without standing up he orders me to undress and put my clothes on the chair next to the nurses desk. “Excuse me, doctor Jones?” He looks up. “Take off your clothes and put them on the chair next to you. I am told to do thorough examinations and so my patients have to be naked.” “Naked? Like as; no more clothes? No more underwear? Nothing?” “Yes, Miss Smith. Don’t you trust me? I am a doctor, so you needn’t to be worried.” So I start taking of my clothes. I start with my shoes. I put them under the chair. My dress and my stockings, which I put on the backrest of the chair, followed by my stockings. By then I’m hesitating; standing in my underwear is still better than being naked. “Miss Smith, I need you completely naked. I can’t do a thoroughly examination if you’re wearing any clothes, even underwear. I could make an exception for your shoes, because the floor is very cold, but that’s all.” So I take off my bra and panties and put my shoes back on. He’s right; the floor is extremely cold. I’m standing with only my watch on. I try to cover my breasts and my genitals, but the doctor pats me on the shoulder. “You don’t have to cover up, Miss Smith, you’re not the first woman I see naked. Please sit on the table.” So I bring my hands on my shoulders and I walk over to the table. I want to look self-confident, but I really feel insecure. I know he’s eating me with his eyes. I may be 37, but I still have a body to be seen. As I sit on the table, I see something sticking out of his coat. “Could you please sit on all fours, Miss?” he asks. “What?” “Yes, I have to take your temperature” he answers. “But... but... can’t you take my temperature in my mouth? Or... or... my ear... with those modern ones.” “No Miss, they’re not thorough enough. I can’t be sure they’ll take the right temperature” he says with an earnest face, “I’m sorry.” So I crawl around until I’m on all fours on the table. “Could you please lean on your elbows?” “What?” I ask again. “Yes, it will make things easier and less painful” Jones answers. I sigh and reluctantly answer his demand. I can feel the cold glass of the antique thermometer sliding in my butthole. In a strange way it causes arousal between my legs. I can feel some moisture coming out of my vagina. “Oh God” I think, “don’t let him see this!” But it’s too late. “That’s a good sign” I hear him saying and suddenly I feel something pushing up my vagina. “Eeeeep.... “ I yell. “Don’t worry, Miss. This is only a dildo to see if your sexual reactions meet the demands of a woman your age and beauty” he reacts. Is he mocking me? As he takes out the thermometer and checks the temperature, he orders me back on my knees and elbows. Suddenly I can feel he’s manipulating the dildo. “Wha... mmmmm.... oooooh.... More.... Moooorrreeee..... OOOgghghghgnnnnnn.... HARDER... DON’T STOP!!!” I’m beginning to enjoy the examination, but suddenly I can feel how the pressure on the dildo decreases and I hear a knock at the door. “Yes, come in” Jones calls. In the blink of an eye I am on my hands and knees. My eyes are wide open and I try to get up to cover myself, but Jones’s hands on my shoulders and butt keep me on the table. “Ah, yes, finally. Come in and show me the note” he says and then he turns to me, “I asked doctor Wicked if he could examine your skin. He told me he would send me a note and here it is. Yes, let me see, boy! Hurry!” While I stand up next to the table, the messenger boy comes nearer. As I’m standing naked next to the doctor, the boy sees me and he recognizes me. As I recognize him. He’s my neighbours’ son, Gary. He wanted a job to pay his education at college, so I gave him this one at my hospital. Our eyes grew big as we look at each other, then he puts his hand before his mouth and starts to snigger at the site of me being naked. Doctor Jones reads the note, and then he looks at me. “We still have some time” he says and he turns to Gary, “put your hands between her legs and tell me what you can feel!” The boy - still chuckling – puts his hand between my legs and suddenly he pulls out the dildo. He turns his back towards me and chortles. “I found this doctor, but I don’t think you want me to tell you what this is” he laughs. “No, certainly not” Jones confirms, smiling, “Feel again!” “What? But... “ I want to protest, but I can feel the boy’s fingers between my legs and then they squirm inside. “I can sense some wetness” he says and again I can feel arousal. “Is it watery or is it rather thick?” Jones asks. “Mmmm.... Gooo ooooonnnn.... “ I moan and I wriggle of delight. “I would say it’s rather thick” the boy answers. “Alright, you can go now” Jones tells him, while he’s looking at his watch. “It’s time to meet colleague Wicked” he says. As the boy stops, I groan of frustration. The boy keeps chuckling as he looks at me. “Wait till I tell mam about this!” I pant; “Don’t you dare!” But he leaves staring over his shoulder and chuckling. Jones looks at me. “Now my colleague will have a look at your skin. It’s down the corridor, left round the corner, second door on the right. You can leave your clothes here; it’s over 6 pm, so nobody is around here anymore. Visitors and patients have gone, so you won’t meet any people anymore.” He opens the door and pushes me out. I want to say something but he has already closed the door again. Stark naked – except for my shoes and my watch - I walk to the dermatologist. I feel completely vulnerable and I try to cover my breasts and my crotch. But my butt is still exposed. When I turn the corner, I almost bump in a nurse. First she stares at me in wonder, but then she recognizes me and her eyes almost pop out. “Miss Smith! What are you doing here? Naked!” she shouts. I open my mouth to explain it, but then I reconsider. “Can you tell me where I can find the dermatologist?” I ask. “Of course! It’s the second door on the right!” She hiccups from trying to hold her laugh, but when I turn I can hear her chuckle and run off. I turn around and yell at her. “Don’t tell anyone else or I’ll fire you!” I run to the second door and without knocking I storm inside and slam the door behind me. A young woman turns around. “Ah, miss Smith. You’re already dressed for the skin examination. Could you please remove your shoes and lie down on the table?” What else can I do? Obviously, she doesn’t think it’s strange coming in naked, so I lay down on the table. I keep my legs closed and my arms cover my breasts and my privates. “Could you please open your legs and put your arms above your head. Otherwise I can’t complete the examination.” As I open my legs and put my arms over my head, she says: “Thank you.” While she examines my hands and my arms she takes of my watch. That leaves me completely naked and vulnerable. She examines my head, my shoulders, my armpits and my sides. And suddenly she tickles me; I feel her nails and I can help wriggling a bit. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were ticklish” she says and she continues. She puts her nails and fingers on my breasts, both at the same time and then she scrutinizes my nipples. And I get horny again. She looks at my belly and comes down to my private parts. She brushes through my pubic hair with her fingers and explores my vagina. I wonder what she is looking for, but then I get aroused again. “Please don’t stop” I can’t help begging, “It’s the third time already and I need to come. Please!” Doctor Wicked stares at me with big eyes; “Miss Smith, what do you.... but alright; if you want it, I will do my best. But I hope you won’t regret this.” And she keeps massaging my vagina with two fingers. I can feel the heat from inside coming up. In the meantime she strokes my thighs and my calves. Even my feet get some caresses. And then I feel the moisture coming; I start moaning. And suddenly I can’t hold it anymore, all the juices spill out while I start screaming. Doctor Wicked pulls her fingers back. “Well, the examination is finished. I have to say it took me a while longer, because of your strange request, but I hope you’re happy now.” I’m still panting, but I get up from the table. Hardly capable of putting on my shoes again, I try to stand. I smile at her. “Yes I am. Can I go now? I still have to get back to doctor Jones.” “Of course, you can” she answers with a strange smile, “I’ll clean up the mess here and then I’m off home.” Suddenly I feel ashamed. I see the table completely wet and I feel the urge to cover myself up again. With my privates and my breasts protected I open the door and look left and right before I walk into the corridor. In the corridor I carefully peep round the corner. Nobody’s there. I take of my shoes, because of the noise they make and run barefooted to Jones’s office. It’s locked. I knock on the door, but there is no answer. He’s gone and my clothes are inside. I’m naked as the day I’m born in a corridor in my hospital, several miles from home. I try the door again, but it stays shut. There’s nothing else to do than try the reception. As I arrive at the reception, there’s nobody there. I got away with the reception at night. There’s only the security and emergency. But they’re both locked, because of security reasons. I stare at the door; it’s already dim outside. Maybe I have a chance of getting home naked unnoticed. Maybe.... It’s several miles to my place on foot; my car keys are with my clothes in Jones’s office. It will be a long walk of shame....
Elle a Poil
2019-05-05 17:11:38 +0000 UTCThat's great! ))
Ozor Nick
2019-05-04 11:46:35 +0000 UTCI accept the challenge: give me a few days and I will send you the story. You can read it and approve or disapprove. Let me just fill in the details :)
Elle a Poil
2019-05-04 07:49:35 +0000 UTCI do not know.)) But I hope that Elckerlyck will soon tell us. (He promised in the comments to the previous drawing) I'm particularly interested in what's going on here.)))
Ozor Nick
2019-05-03 22:59:21 +0000 UTCWhat's going on here?
Walter Gropius
2019-05-03 22:16:20 +0000 UTC
