I specifically chose to go over there in the middle of the day when there were fewer people in order to avoid people’s attention.
When I arrived at the hospital’s urology department, there was only one female doctor, in her early 30s, around 168, plumper. Wearing a short-sleeved white coat, vaguely visible white bra and dark-colored triangular panties. The collar was low and the first button was held high at the level of the first button. Judging by the lettering on the shirt, it’s an advanced student from out of town.
When I entered, I asked, “Are you the only one? Is there a male doctor?”
“No, they’ve all gone on their lunch breaks for fear of embarrassment”? Very posh tone.
In that case, I was so embarrassed that I said, “No, no, no”.
“Then sit down.” I had to sit down at her table.
“What’s the problem? STDs?”
“No no, it’s not being able to get pregnant, I don’t know if it’s just me”
“That’s easy,” she said, flipping through her chart.
“To ask you a few questions, and don’t be afraid to be embarrassed, I’m a doctor and also married with a child.”
She was very nice and tried to dispel my concerns as much as possible. I kind of liked her and thought to myself, this is a nice woman.
“Is the sex normal,” she asked.
“What’s called normal?”
“Okay, so ask, can you get a normal erection?”
To be honest, I used to get erections very quickly, maybe after being married for a long time, my wife’s body doesn’t stimulate me enough, and lately, I often have to ask my wife to use her hand to screw a few times before I get hard.
“What, embarrassed again, it’s okay, try to be honest, okay?” She asked me, seeing that I was depressed. I had to tell the truth to.
“Oh, how long has it been?”
“A year.”
“How long have you been married?”
“A year and a half.”
“No interest in your wife so soon?” She joked.
“No more, is that considered sick?”
“Not really, a lot of people do that, they end up with an erection, that’s not impotence, but you may not be sexually demanding. The wife’s okay with it,” she was nagging me.
“There might be, sometimes.”
“How many times a week?”
“Not always, maybe 3-4 times a month.”
“Fairly normal, all the time?”
“More before we got married, almost every day, sometimes up to 6 times a day” I relaxed a bit and spoke with a little more abandon.
“That good,” she said, a little disbelieving.
“That’s the most I’ve ever said.”
“Uh, is the erection hard now?” She squirmed a little.
“It’s worse than it used to be, it takes a couple of come’s in there to get harder.” I relaxed completely.
“Is it long?”
“Ten minutes or so if you don’t stop.”
“Is the ejaculation strong?”
“It’s stronger when my wife is on top and lassoing me out.”
“You like this position? It’s not easy to get pregnant. Rear entry would be better”
“I like it too, by the way, do women like rear entry?” I took the opportunity to flirt.
“Yeah,” she replied vaguely.
“Your sex life is basically normal, get a semen test.” After saying that, she leaned down and took out a white bottle.
That’s when I saw her inside through the collar, it was bigger and my dick seemed to be a little bit stupid.
“Go to the next room and get it in there.” She handed me the bottle and pointed to a door.
“What for?” I didn’t react for a second.
“Shoot your cum in there, the way you masturbate, and don’t tell me you won’t.”
“Oh, it will, though.”
“But what?”
“It’s nothing, in this part of the world it might be more difficult in broad daylight.” I said.
“Don’t worry, no one’s in trouble.”
I thought to myself, what does this mean? I didn’t think about going down there at the time, so I went inside.
In fact, it was small, with a hospital bed for exams and some unidentified exam paraphernalia. I put down the bottle, unzipped my pants zipper and pulled out my dick. It was soft, small, and the glans was encased in foreskin. I started to move it and there was little response.
At this time, I heard the doctor outside the door made a little noise, and suddenly I thought, this woman is so cheerful, there is plump, sex should be good. Thinking about it, my dick moved, and after a while, it got bigger. I closed my eyes, thinking about the doctor, my hand jerked back and forth vigorously. Suddenly, I remembered what she had just said: there are difficulties in talking. Could there be a difficulty she could help with? I decided to try.
I let go of my cock, letting it go limp, and sat down on the examining table to rest. Looking at my watch, it had been ten minutes since I came in. At this point, I purposely made the examination table loud so she could hear me. After having 5-6 minutes, I let my dick go, but left it unzipped, opened the door and walked out.
“Well?” She asked, blushing a little.
“No, can’t get out.”
“How come? That long?”
“I don’t know, I’m trying really hard and it just won’t cum, the skin is kind of red” I stammered on purpose, looking a little sheepish.
“Well, let me give you a hand with that.” She said hesitantly.
A thrill went through me, it would really help me. Instead, I stammered, “This. This.”
“Go inside.” She closed the door and let me into the inner room.
“What’s the holdup?” She said as she glanced at my stall. I responded and pulled out my cock.
“No, gotta take my pants off.” Saying late, she turned to get a bottle of something and a condom.
She told me to lie down with my legs apart, tore open the condom and put it on her right index finger, opened the bottle and poured some liquid out of it.
“What is this?”
“Paraffin oil, lie back” she came over, pushed her hand upwards to spread her scrotum and pushed the index finger of her right hand into my anus
“Take it easy, relax.”
I tried to relax and she reached in, maybe 1 CM. for the first time in my life I was being anally penetrated by someone and a voluptuous young woman, it felt very alien and comfortable and I yelped.
“Does it hurt? It’ll be fine in a minute” She continued to enter, about 4-5 CM, and then, with her left hand, took hold of my penis.
By this time, the penis was huge due to the excitement.
“It’s hard.” She said. “It’s just the foreskin that’s a little long,” she said as she tried to turn it down and the bright red glans was all the way out. Then, her right hand gently moved in the anus. At this moment, I suddenly understood the sexual physiological basis for the existence of gay men. The pleasure was extremely intense and very comfortable, never less than penetrating a vagina. I had a yelp.
“Is it hard?” She asked.
“No, it’s too cozy,” I responded directly.
“It’s called a prostate press and a lot of people will come in and ask for it on purpose.” I suddenly felt a little unable to resist and my penis jumped a little.
“If it’s coming out, speak up.” She said.
“Okay. I want to come.”
She let go of my penis, took the empty bottle and held it to my glans as her right hand continued to massage the prostate. At the same time, she said, “Move yourself.”
I jerked my penis vigorously with my right hand, and she stared with her eyes, watching me masturbate, a feeling that was, indeed, too exciting. Suddenly, the semen squirted out strongly with more vigor than any I had ever felt before, leaving a little bit on her hand as well, and, the penis throbbed a dozen times in a row. At this moment, I felt like a god.
“Okay,” her voice woke me up.
I got up and said thank you.
She asked, “Thanks for what?”
I said, “That was the most enjoyable ejaculation of my life.”
“You’ll pick up the report in 3 days.”
“I was looking for you to see, when are you in?” The too-good-to-be-true experience made me want to make things right with her.
“A week from now, I’m on duty that day.” I could tell she didn’t resent me.
Besides, she’s an out-of-towner who should be willing to make a friend in this city. I was also in a good class. I’m full of confidence.
A week later, I was at the hospital again at the same time. When I got to the door of the clinic, she was seeing a male patient
. I said hello, “Hello, Doctor.”
“Hey, just wait a minute.” She recognized it was me.
I sat down next to them and watched them. After a moment’s work, the patient said thank you and left.
“I’ll get the report.”
She flipped out a report, looked at it, and said, “It’s your problem now, you have low sperm motility.”
“Any ideas?”
“It’s more difficult, it’s mostly luck. In the meantime, take care of your body and adjust your rhythm.”
“Adjusting the rhythm of what?”
“Frequency of sex. What did you expect?” She smiled and replied, “As little as possible, while choosing to do it when your lover is most likely to get pregnant, and paying a little attention to positions.”
“What kind of position is better?”
“Better yet, go back in and let your lover kneel a little longer when you’re done.” She blushed a little again and I liked it.
“Okay, thanks Doc, I’ll see you later.”
“I can’t, I’m going back in a month.”
We chatted and it turned out that she was from a county hospital and her fellowship ended in a month. I decided to make the most of it.
“Can I buy you dinner tonight?”
“Why?”
“You helped me, besides I have some questions for you, why don’t we make friends?”
“Okay, so, I get off work at 2, why don’t we go for tea.” She was more forthcoming and made a suggestion at the same time.
“Okay, then I’ll meet you in front of the Spring Tea Room at 2:30, okay.” After the appointment, I got up and left first.
At 2:00, I arrived at the tea room. At this time of day, there were fewer people. I picked a secluded private room, asked for a pot of oolong. 2:25, went downstairs to pick her up. Just in time, she arrived, wearing a long sleeveless dress with a white background and fine flowers, very flavorful. I went upstairs to sit down after exchanging pleasantries.
The booth is small, holds about 4 people, the stools are train chair style with *** cushions, and she and I sit down facing each other. Some irrelevant nonsense was said to bridge the distance. I won’t go into it here. After half an hour, we’ve gotten pretty chummy and talk about almost nothing. She’s a generous person, born with dainty eyes, the kind of eyes that are easy to screw.
“You’ve been here a year and only gone back once, is your husband okay with that?” I began to test the waters.
“Yes, he’s been here many times, he has a car, and it’s not far by road anyway.”
“What’s he doing here?”
“What do you think you can do?”
“Is he demanding strongly?”
“Very intense, so to speak, every time I arrive I have to come a little, and have it again in the evening.” She smiled, happiness written on her face.
“What about you?”
“I’m okay, more passive, but easily aroused by him.”
“What’s he going to do without you? Find another woman.” I ask.
“I don’t think so, he’s honest and not a talker like you. He’ll work it out on his own.”
“You mean masturbation?” I deliberately chose that phrase.
“Yes, he’ll tell me, and I know he has this hobby, and he does it a lot when I’m home.”
“I like it too, it’s weird, guys do it. But the last time you checked me out was the most comfortable I’ve ever been. I think I’m more perverted sometimes.”
“Why do you say that?” She asked.
“I like to masturbate, and I also like to masturbate in front of other women, and I like it when women masturbate for me, I find it arousing to have someone watching me.” I said as I put one hand on my stall and rubbed it a couple times.
“You’re not thinking about it again.”
“Yes, do you mind?” I said as I took out my penis, which was already large.
“How dare you here?” She said in a rather interested tone as she watched me lasso my own cock.
“It’s okay, the waitress won’t come, I know the lady who owns this store very well.” I lashed out hard and
“Will you help me, like last time.” With that I stood up and walked over to her, erect cock, to her face.
She stared at my cock, “Actually, yours is pretty big. But not like last time, you can only fuck the front.” After saying that, she held my penis with her say. It was a very hot hand, very comfortable. She turned down my foreskin and examined it professionally, very carefully.
“Not bad, pretty clean, but there is a little undo.” After saying that, she dipped a napkin in some tea and carefully cleaned my glans. After finishing and sniffing with her nose, she said to me, “Sit down, I’ll get it.”
I sat down next to her, hugged her, put my hand on her breast and asked, “Is that okay.” She nodded. I reached in through the neckline and damn, it was big, soft and the nipples were hard and big. I rubbed it hard, a feeling of bliss all over my body. Her hand gently masturbated me. Neither of us spoke.
After a while, I put my hand underneath her and felt that she was already wet at the base of her thighs.
“Wait a minute.” She blocked me with her hand. Then she removed her panties and set them aside, stood up, and took a wet wipe to her pussy.
“I just took a piss.” She explained.
I took the opportunity to lift her skirt and look at her.
“It was really nice” Her ass was large and perky, her pubic hair taught and dense and a little hard. There was no pattern on her stomach and it wasn’t loose, slightly bulging.
“Am I fat?”
“No, it’s good, I like a woman with some meat on her bones.”
She sat down and took my cock in her hand.
“Actually, I like to masturbate men.”
“Do you masturbate yourself?”
“Sometimes.”
“With tools.”
“For the most part I don’t use it, but for a while I went a little crazy and tried a lot of stuff. In college, I didn’t know any better and messed around. I loved sex. Had sex with my boyfriend almost every day in college.” I was thrilled to hear that and stuck two fingers in her pussy, thrusting so hard that she bled a lot.
Her pussy was so flexible that one finger felt almost as good as two.
“I like it when you get me.” She whispered as her head lay down next to my cock.
I came to be interested. This is a woman who dares to try.
I let go of her and lay her down, spread her legs and licked her pussy, she shivered. “How about trying a cup?” With that said, I picked up a small teacup and inserted it slowly in her wet pussy. Her cunt contracted beautifully.
“I’ll sit on you.” She demanded.
She turned her back to me and slowly sat down with her hand on my cock. The ass was really big and white.
My cock got even harder. She kept rimming up and down as I admired her big ass from behind.
Suddenly, there were footsteps at the door and the waitress asked if she wanted more water. I pulled the door open a crack and said; “No.”
“You can ring the bell if you need anything.” The waiter obviously saw what was going on and immediately walked away.
The risk of exposure spurred us on and the two of us fucked like animals.
She was dripping and slippery. I dabbed a little with my finger and poked it into her asshole. Slowly reached in.
“Comfortable?” I asked.
“It’s exciting.”
Encouraged, I slipped in most of my fingers and moved them. She moaned with pleasure.
The waitress came over again, “Be gentle, you guys.” This was a nice tea market with ladies at night. I had a change of heart and took the opportunity to pull open the door to the room so the waitress could get a thorough look at us. : “Excuse me, I’ll take two quick wipes and some water.”
The waitress left with a red face, and after a while the boss’s wife, a woman in her 40’s, came over with what I asked for in her hand and said, “Be gentle, you guys, you heard it all downstairs.”
I’ve been here a couple times. She pimped me out. She’s familiar.
“She’s my friend, it’s okay.” I said to the female doctor.
“You’re so lucky, your girlfriend is hot.” The boss’s wife said with a big smile, watching us make love.
“I’m gonna cum,”
“Wait a minute.” She moved her ass out of the way and used her hand on my cock. I put my hand in her pussy too.
“You guys can really fuck.” The boss’s wife watched us masturbate.
“I’m going to come,” the female doctor said, a little wildly, as she let go of my cock and stood in front of me rubbing her clit vigorously with her hand, then screamed, her whole body spasmed, and she collapsed on top of me. I lashed my cock as hard as I could and squirted as the two women watched.