Doctor toys with patients and nurses

6:00 AM, Memorial Hospital.

Physicians work long days, and my days are generally no exception. Sometimes mine started earlier than most, in the hospital wards. One reason I like to come in early is because it is quieter. Another reason is that the third shift nurses are still on duty. They are often newer and more vulnerable.

Mr. Blodger, one of my patients, was eighty-two and looked it, but yesterday I saw him groping Lisa’s ass while she checked his vitals. The offended tall slender brunette shift head nurse whispered, “Don’t!” in an angry voice, as she removed his hand from her rear. But she took no punitive or retaliatory action, as nurses know that their license is on the line for such moves.

This morning, I secretly gave Mr. Blodger a tablet of Viagra. I doubted if he could get, much less keep, an erection without it. Then I found Lisa at the nurses’ station, and whispered to her, “Mr. Blodger needs relief.” She looked at me, got my drift, and with an expression of sheer dread, walked down the hall to Mr. Blodger’s room.

A few minutes later, I peeked behind the curtain in Mr. Blodger’s room, and saw Lisa, naked from the waist down, straddling the old man on his bed, fucking him, tears trickling down her cheeks. The old man had a big wide-eyed smile on his face, his bony hands reaching up and fondling the thirty-four year old wife and mother’s small tits. Fortunately for Mr. Blodger’s health, Lisa was doing most of the work, thrusting her nice butt in and out as her pussy slid up and down the pale old man’s red cock.

I’d fucked Lisa many times myself, since I caught her making a near-fatal med error at the end of a double shift. I was just toying with her now, and giving pleasure to an old man. But mostly, I wanted her out of the way for a while so I could get Stacy alone.

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I knew what I wanted to do for a living at a very early age, as soon as I learned that doctors got to see women naked. I’d had visions of my bespectacled family doctor looking at and even touching all of the neighborhood moms and other attractive women naked, thought it had to be the world’s greatest job, and it put the bug into me to study medicine. So while voyeurism had always been a part of my nature, somewhere along the line I got addicted to control, if I may do a little self-analysis. Nudity was part of being a doctor, but when I was older I started thinking of all of the things that I could do to a woman behind closed doors that would cause sexual embarrassment, fear and humiliation. Whatever medical school taught us to do to make the patient comfortable, I wanted to do the opposite. And I started practicing and perfecting these techniques before I was even out of residency.

Then I learned that when you are a powerful, respected doctor, there are many ways to get women to do what you want them to do. In the medical field these days, all personnel are under a constant paranoid cloud, in fear every day, knowing that one wrong move could cost a patient’s life, get them sued, lose them their license, get them arrested, or all of the above. And I’ve caught nurses making mistakes that, if I hadn’t noticed, would have jeopardized a patient’s life. I’ve caught mistakes post-mortem. I’ve caught staff members writing prescriptions on my script. I’ve caught nurses reacting to offensive patients’ molestations. And I’ve framed innocent staffers with all of these offenses. Through years of practice, I’ve managed to turn a number of my female staffers and ward nurses into virtual slaves with threats of arrest, loss of license, and the like.

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6:30 AM, Memorial Hospital

I admired Lisa’s silent humping of the smiling old man for a few minutes, and returned to the Nurse’s station, where I found Stacy. Stacy was a recent “catch.” I caught her for the second time making a med error. She knew I had her, and I was ready to collect my reward for not turning her in and ruining her nursing career, taking away her livelihood, and perhaps worse.

I stood next to Stacy at the counter, pretending to look at a chart with her, and put my hand on her hip. When she didn’t object, I slid it down over her butt. The flimsy nursing pants and cotton panties were little protection for her young tender ass. Stacy wasn’t a raving beauty; a slender brunette of about 5′ 5″ with small breasts; but behind those glasses and her button nose was a cute late-twenties wife.

Stacy let out a gasp and clenched her butt cheeks when my hand found it for the first time, but then she stood motionless as I whispered in her ear. “It’s time to pay your debt for my saving your career at the risk of my own license. Room 1204 is empty. Meet me there in ten minutes.”

Stacy simply nodded as she blinked back tears, and I released her from my grip. Two residents were approaching the desk. When Stacy was out of sight, I turned to the residents, and mumbled, “If you want to watch Stacy fuck, room 1204 in twenty minutes.”

I got to room 1204 before Stacy, and laid on my back on the window bed, with the curtain drawn. It was still early for me, and I wasn’t wide awake. I heard the squeaking of nurse’s shoes at the door, and Stacy slipped through the curtain and found me in bed. I casually motioned her over to the bed. She stood at my side, and I whispered, “Take down my pants.” Stacy did as ordered. Her hands trembled as she unzipped my fly and opened my pants. While she whipped out my semi-hard cock, I reached behind her and groped her ass. She whimpered, but was otherwise silent.

“Give me a hand job,” I whispered. Without looking at me, she obediently stroked my cock to full erection. I reached up with my left hand and gently grabbed the back of her head. I turned her face towards mine, and pulled her down to me. Her lips met mine, and I kissed her lips, slowly and gently at first. Stacy stopped stroking my cock, but I took her hand and made her continue. I worked my tongue into her mouth, slowly and deeply. I could hear our lips and tongues smacking in the silent room.

Stacy’s uniform top had buttons down the front. I unbuttoned the first several buttons. I could see her small white bra, and reached inside her top with my right hand, slid it inside her bra, and fondled her small left breast. I undid the rest of her buttons, reached up with both hands, and pulled up on her bra cups. Both of her small pale titties were exposed. They were small and cone-shaped, capped with light brown eraser-sized nipples. Not big, but kind of sexy, especially considering I was likely the only man besides her husband to get to play with them since she got married. I wondered if she told him about her troubles, and my demands. I wondered if she would tell him later what I was doing to her. I doubted it, but I hoped so.

While still worming my tongue around inside Stacy’s mouth and sliding it around her tongue, I felt both tits, and tugged on her hard nipples. Then I slid my left hand around behind her, inside the elastic waistband of her slacks, inside of her panties, and massaged her bare ass cheeks.

I slid my tongue out of Stacy’s mouth, and very slowly kissed and licked my way down her chin, neck and chest, leaving a trail of saliva, until my mouth found her right tit. I took the whole tiny tittie into my mouth, and slowly sucked. I could hear my breathing around her tit, while Stacy was forced to arch her back so her tits could dangle down and meet my wet mouth.

I stopped suckling Stacy, put my left hand on the back of her head again, and guided it down to my throbbing cock. She tried to pull back, whimpering, but when I held tight, she knew what I wanted, and reluctantly placed her lips on my cock head. She slowly slid down my shaft, and began sucking cock. I could now let go of her head, and while the young nurse blew me, I tugged her pants and white panties down her hips, until a triangle of brown pubic hair was exposed. It was fairly full, but looked trimmed back just a bit.

I combed my right fingers through Stacy’s pubic hair before rubbing the mound beneath it. I slid my index finger over her slit, and detected some moisture. Stacy spread her legs as wide as she could with her pants half-way down her thighs, with no instruction. As I pushed my finger in, she arched her pubic mound into my hand, and whimpered through her cock-filled lips. Tears were trickling down her nose and onto my crotch. She still had her glasses on.

“All right, Stacy, climb on up here,” I quietly ordered. The slender nurse let her pants and panties slide to her feet, and stepped out of them. I tugged her top off of her shoulders. Stacy removed her glasses and put them on the table. Her bra was still resting on her chest, and her shoes were still on.

Stacy lifted her left leg up and climbed over me. She rested her bare butt on my legs, then slid up until my cock touched her pubes. Then she slid down over my cock, which was glistening in the dim light from Stacy’s saliva. The young wife slid down my shaft. She was extremely wet, warm and slippery. And it was quite a tight fit, much to my pleasure.

After I reached around her and unhooked her bra, Stacy was naked except for her shoes and white socks, and a gold chain necklace with a cross on it. Nurses rarely wore wedding rings, but Stacy had a gold band on her finger. Her conical tits hung down as she humped me, with her hands on either side of me for support.

I grabbed hold of Stacy’s bare hips, and then grabbed her ass cheeks as they thrust forward and back. This was the first look I’d gotten at her bare legs. She wasn’t tall, but her calves looked nice and her thighs were smooth as I caressed them. I wondered if she’d shaved her legs and trimmed her pubes specifically for our “date”.

The bed made some creaking noises, and Stacy emitted some little quiet grunts as she humped me. My breathing was slower. We were both trying to be quiet, as the door was open and the curtain was the only thing keeping us from being exposed to the hallway. I could hear footsteps of various nurses, orderlies, and doctors walking down the hallway.

I caught something moving out of the corner of my eye. It was two eyes, and then four eyes, peeking around the curtain. It was the two residents. Stacy hadn’t heard them. From their angle, they could see Stacy straddling me, her thighs bare, her naked ass thrusting, her tits dangling down and swinging, her nipples hard. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open.

I enjoyed being watched by the interns, but mostly I loved the thought of these cocky young doctors watching this young married nurse being naked and fucking right in the hospital ward. I was having trouble keeping from coming. But I waited for Stacy.

I could tell by Stacy’s quicker thrusting, facial expression, panting, and growing whimpers, that she was close to an orgasm. This did not mean that she was glad to be fucking me, or that she wanted to be here. It only meant that the young wife couldn’t control herself when faced with a dirty old man in a taboo situation. Little doubt that the moment was every bit as hellish as Stacy imagined it would be, and her forced pleasure and penetration at my hands and cock was has nearly unbearably humiliating.

Knowing time was short, I reached down and found Stacy’s clit, and diddled it with my fingers. That was all she could take, and she gyrated all over my lap. It was also enough for me, and I shot my jism up into her pussy.

I was starting to subside, but Stacy was still shuddering on top of me, throwing her head back. Just then there was a flash of light, and a clicking noise from my right. One of the residents had taken a picture with his cell phone camera.

Stacy looked over at him, with a wide-eyed look of shock. Another picture was snapped, as Stacy realized that she was being seen fucking a doctor, then she likely recognized the two young interns, who may have been a couple of years younger than her.

Stacy let out a gasp, and started to dismount me. Another flash went off just as she had her legs spread wide. She climbed down off of me as more flashes went off. The two interns laughed. Stacy’s panicked expression went back and forth between me and the two interns. She quickly found her panties on the floor and started to pull them on just as another flash went off. She nearly fell over while putting her pants on over her shoes. She threw her top on without even putting on her bra, and started to walk out of the room before realizing that her glasses were still on the table. She retrieved her spectacles, and stormed out of the room with her bra in her hand, running toward the bathroom, while the two interns and me laughed.

CHAPTER TWO

7:15 AM, Memorial Hospital.

I had one more “chore” to do before finishing my rounds and heading to the office. That chore was Laura. I found her in the hall and dragged her into the empty break room, and gave her the whole routine, how I had found the wrong med charted on the patient that almost died yesterday, how badly she screwed up, how her young nursing career was at an end only months after it started, I hoped her malpractice insurance was good. I read her perfectly, and Laura started to cry.

I looked her up and down. Laura was in her first year out of nursing school. There weren’t a lot of absolute major babes in nursing, but Laura was close. Her five-foot nine inch frame was capped with shoulder-length dark brown hair, crowning a pretty, wholesome face. Her legs and butt were killers, and her tits appeared to be at least C cups, not humungous but quite full and riding up high. I’ve seen bustier nurses, taller nurses, even prettier nurses, but Laura had a complete package, and in a twenty-three year-old body. She was a polite Midwestern girl, wholesome. I loved the way that she would bend at the waist when she picked things off of the floor or bent over a patient, and I could see her panty crotch between her legs through her thin white pants.

I put my right arm around Laura, and laid it out for her. “Laura, I don’t have to tell anybody. I can cover. I can risk my license and my practice for you.”

She looked over at me with a hopeful, puppy Rocky expression, until I pulled her to me and said, “But, it’ll come at a cost.” I moved around behind her, and put my hands around her waist. “You’re very pretty, Laura. If you do a few favors for me, I’ll do a giant favor for you.” I slid my hands up her torso, and cupped both of her breasts over her cotton uniform top.

Laura gasped, but didn’t push me away. “No, please…” The usual whimpering and some mild pleading.

But she knew what I wanted now, and with some further reassuring comments from me like, “You won’t get hurt, your career is safe” comments from me, and she simply endured a little groping and a bit of goosing.

As much as I’d love to fuck this young hottie nurse, I had just fucked, and I had a long day ahead of me. That would have to wait for another day. But I still had a plan. “Finish up your shift, and meet me at the elevators,” I ordered. Unlike Stacy, who I let mull her options for a day until she realized that she had no choices, I didn’t give Laura any time to think about what was happening, and what I was going to make her do.

I looked at charts at the front desk until I saw Laura leaving. I met her at the elevators, but I acted like we weren’t together. I simply whispered, “Follow me.” She followed me out the elevator, down the hall, over to the next wing. When we were alone in a hallway, I asked, “Have you ever done a lap dance?”

Laura gave me a quizzical look, and said, “NO!”

“Not even for a boyfriend?”

“No!”

“How about a strip tease?”

“No!”

But you’ve seen strip teases. You’ve seen lap dances. Do you dance?”

“Yes.”

“Then you just do a sexy little dance, but take off your clothes. And then you give lap dances.”

Just then we turned the corner to the hallway marked, “Residence dormitory.”

I think Laura was figuring out where we were. “Oh, NO!” But I knocked on the second door to the right, and grabbed her by the arm. When Asif the intern answered the door, he gave me a quizzical look, but let Laura and me in. This was Asif’s dormitory room, which he shared with two other residents. “Hi Laura,” he said.

Also in the room was Chad, a short but hairy resident, and Norman, a homely Jewish resident. They each said hi to Laura. They didn’t know she was coming, but the fact that she was with me gave them a clue what she was here for.

“Got any dance music?” I asked to no one in particular. Asif, a short Indian resident, clicked on his MP3 blaster, and started some dance music at a fairly quiet volume. It was still early in the morning.

“Laura wants to dance for you,” I said loudly, looking at Laura. She hesitated, but when I said, “Go on,” she stood in the middle of the room, still in her dark blue uniform top and white pants and white shoes, and started to sway her hips from side to side.

Asif and Chad sat on the edge of their dorm beds on either side of Laura, while Norman grabbed a chair. I also sat on Asif’s bed. “Alright.” “Go Laura!” they said. Laura shook her shoulder-length straight dark hair a little, her arms at her sides, with a slightly shocked expression on her face, like she couldn’t believe what was happening, what she was doing. But with some more encouraging comments and instructions from the three residents, she got her hips moving more and her feet off the floor and her hands in the air. All three young doctors-to-be I have personally heard make private comments about Laura in the past, and likely all of them have flirted with her or hit on her before, if not harassed, as residents often do with attractive young nurses who have little recourse for complaints.

Laura’s tits were starting to bounce under her uniform top. “That’s it, shake those puppies,” said Chad. Chad was a good looking young guy, but a typical rich cocky arrogant med student, that someone like Laura likely hated. But on his command, Laura thrust her chest out to make her tits shake.

“Take the top down, Laura,” said Asif, in his heavy accent. He clarified, “Take it off.” Laura glanced sideways at him, and then started to unbutton her uniform top. Her big white bra came into view. When she got the top completely unbuttoned, Asif let out a “Yeah, baby, slide it off now.” Laura slid the garment off of her shoulders, and danced in her bra. Her cleavage was dancing out of the top.

“Turn around, shake your butt,” said Norman.. Norman was short and ugly and was known to bully nurses who didn’t jump at his commands. It went without saying that someone like Laura would find Norman particularly unattractive, physically and otherwise. Now as Norman barked out his command, Laura turned her back to him, and shook her butt right in his face. Without her uniform top covering her butt, every stitch of her white panties could be seen through her thin white nurse slacks.

And soon the slacks were coming down, as Norman told her to take them off. Laura slid her pants down her hips and worked them down. She tried to be graceful, but had trouble kicking them off of her feet. Laura’s panties were simple white cotton, but were tight on her gorgeous butt, which was a foot away from Norman’s face.

“We need some dollar bills,” said Chad, and he leaned over and grabbed his wallet off of his night stand. He pulled out a crisp one, and stuck it into the waistband of Laura’s panties. Asif and Norman also got some bills, and were stuffing them in her bra and into her panties from behind, which caused the top of her butt crack to be exposed. I pulled out my wallet and got in the act, stuffing a bill into her bra, and got a feel of Laura’s cleavage.

With further encouragement, Laura unhooked her bra in back. She held it up with her hands for a moment, but with all three residents encouraging her to “drop it Laura, let’s see ’em,” the young nurse finally dropped her bra and exposed her tits.

I get to see a lot of breasts in my job. But Laura’s naked tits have to rank up there with some of the best. I’ve seen bigger ones, but Laura’s pair were not only fairly large, but also quite full, round, and extremely firm. Her medium-dark-colored areolas were medium sized, and her nipples pointed up. They looked too good to be all real, but they looked way too good to be fake.

Laura danced and shook her chest out in front of her. There was relatively little bouncing, just because those puppies were so damned firm. Laura leaned forward and hung her firm tits into each of our faces. She stepped back as Norman tried to grab them. And then Asif called out for her to remove her panties.

Laura’s dollar bills fell out of her panties as she slowly slid her panties down. Her pussy was shaved, with a patch of dark hair right above her mound. Laura spread her legs wide, bent a little at the knees, and thrust her pussy out towards a grinning Chad. Asif was behind her, and got to watch her butt cheeks shake.

“C’mere, Laura,” I called. I had to return to my rounds, so I wanted the first lap dance. Laura stood in front of me, and I pulled her over and down on my lap. My hardon inside of my slacks made contact with her bare pussy mound, and I whispered, “Hump me, Laura.” Laura thrust her crotch towards me, and rubbed my dick with it. Her melons were now in my face, and I reached up with both hands and groped them. They felt as firm as they looked. I kneaded them and squeezed them, and took her right nipple into my mouth. Laura threw her head back, and I buried my face into her cleavage. I got in some feels of her long smooth thighs and firm ass cheeks before releasing her. But not before sliding my finger along her pussy slit, to make sure she was wet. She was.

Of course I could have cum again, but it was getting late. I lifted Laura off of me, and pushed her over to Norman’s chair. Norman grabbed her and pulled her down onto his lap. As he turned her around, he pulled his dick out of his scrub pants, and made Laura rub her pussy over it, while he reached around her and groped her tits with his pudgy hands.

I stood up to leave, but I waited long enough to see Norman slide his cock into Laura’s pussy. She was plenty wet, and let out a gasp as the ugly man’s cock slid inside of her. Laura almost immediately began to shudder and gyrate through mini-orgasms. And as much as I would love to stay and watch the three interns continue ravaging the hot young nurse, I had to leave.

As I exited the room, there were several other residents out in the hall, hearing the music. “Go on in,” I told them, and they did.

CHAPTER THREE

8:40 AM, Memorial Hospital.

Some patients have told my staff that I’m “indiscreet” or “insensitive”. That’s no accident. I love to embarrass my female patients, and it has become instinctive for me to find ways to do that. Like when I make sure a woman’s gown is open slightly in back, and I will have a nurse escort her down the hall to get weighed or a test. I stand back and watch spectators in the hall staring at her jiggling bare ass. The patient often knows that she is being exposed, too – they can feel the draft, see the stares, hear some comments.

In my office, I like having the door opened when I have a woman all or partially nude. Sometimes people are walking by in the hall and get to see a bit of a treat. The female patients hate being exposed that way, but they rarely say anything about it.

This morning at the hospital, I stopped by one last patient on the second floor. Carol was a forty-four year old married brunette woman who was pretty attractive for her age; a pretty face and a nice curvy figure. She was a fairly new patient for me. She had been admitted last night with chest pains. It is quite common for people to have symptoms of heart attacks when it in reality can be something else completely. Sometimes it’s just heartburn. In Carol’s case, that’s likely what it was, but she was kept overnight for observation.

Carol was reclining in the bed closest to the window. When I entered the room, there were a number of visitors present. They were introduced to me as Carol’s husband, Carol’s sister, the sister’s husband (Carol’s brother-in-law), and the sister’s son, who appeared to be eighteen, pimply and gangly. Carol was resting comfortably in a hospital gown with a sheet pulled up over her, her bed propped up at about a forty-five degree angle. The family started to leave the room. I told them that they could stay, that I would only be a few minutes to check Carol’s vitals, and that I would pull the curtain.

The bed nearest the door was empty, and the family moved over to that half of the room. I pulled the curtain that was between the beds. But I didn’t close it completely. I left it open at both ends, a good three feet. Standing by the window facing the curtain, I asked Carol a few questions, and then announced loudly that I was going to pull her gown down.

Behind the curtain, I could hear Carol’s husband talking to Carol’s sister. Then, as I was untying the strings of Carol’s gown around her neck, I saw Carol’s brother-in-law, subtly peeking around the curtain by the top of the bed. And, I could see Carol’s nephew, looking around the curtain down by the foot of the bed. Carol was looking at me and didn’t see them.

I pulled Carol’s gown down below both breasts, and roamed my stethoscope and hands around her chest. “Raise your hands over your head and face the window.” There was no reason for that, but it made Carol look more vulnerable. Carol was now topless, with her hands over her head, her larger C cup breasts hanging nicely on her bare chest. Despite a tanned chest, her tits were very pale, capped with large dark areolas. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the brother-in-law standing straight and looking down at his sister-in-law’s chest. I wondered if he’d ever seen her tits before. And I glanced over at Carol’s nephew. His eyes were bugging out of his head. He certainly looked like he’d never seen his aunt’s tits before, if he’d ever seen any tits before.

I made a point to move my fingers and stethoscope around rapidly, which caused Carol’s tits to jiggle for the man and teen watching. Then I told Carol I was going to check her abdomen. I pulled the bed sheet down all the way off of her feet. Then I lifted the hem of her hospital gown exposing her thighs, and then finally I exposed Carol’s panty-covered bottom. Her panties were pink cotton. She probably didn’t have a chance to change when she came from the hospital, and this just happened to be what she was wearing at the time. They did seem clean, and pulled tight over her pubic mound.

Carol was still facing the window as I grabbed her panties, and gently pulled them down her hips, down her thighs, and pulled them off of her feet. I gently pushed her thighs apart, and Carol obligingly spread her legs a little. I rubbed and tapped on her abdomen, just above her thick triangle of brown pubic hair. It was quite a bush.

I glanced back over at the nephew, and he was in a slack-jawed gawk, his eyes perhaps six feet from his aunt’s exposed pussy. He even had a pretty good erection going, tenting his slacks. The brother-in-law was also staring intently, but with a firm jaw and lust-filled eyes.

Carol turned to face me, and caught her nephew looking at her from the other side of the curtain. She didn’t say anything, but her eyes made it clear that she knew she was being seen naked by her teen nephew. Then she caught her brother-in-law looking at her. She started to sit up, but her legs were still spread and I held her down.

Then Carol’s husband must have noticed one or both of his in-laws watching his wife. He stopped talking, and quickly walked over and started to close the curtain at the bottom by the nephew. He looked over long enough to know that Carol’s naked tits and pussy were being seen by his nephew and brother-in-law. The brother-in-law stepped away from the curtain, and I pulled Carol’s gown down over her bottom, and casually pulled her top up over her tits. I said a few kind words to Carol about not worrying and being released shortly. Then I walked around the curtain to leave, I was met with a dirty stare by a flustered and blushing husband, but he said nothing to me.

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While filling out a form at the nurse’s station, I saw an orderly name Igor entering a patient’s room. He looked a little suspicious. I knew Igor could be a little naughty, ever since the time that I walked in on him fondling a comatose sixty-eight year-old woman’s tits and pussy. I didn’t report Igor – not only was he a kindred spirit, but with something hanging over Igor, I’ve used Igor to act as lookout for my own adventures. In return I sometimes gave Igor a heads-up if he was working a shift where I knew a fairly attractive woman was comatose or under anesthesia.

I quietly followed Igor into the room. This wasn’t one of my patients. Whomever she was, she was unconscious, and Igor had her gown pulled up to her waist, and he was on the bed, fucking her. I watched the large orderly fuck the still patient and gnaw on her tits for a few minutes, then silently left.

CHAPTER FOUR

9:20 AM, at my private office.

A fine start to the office portion of my day. My first patient was Kathy. She has a last name, but I like to refer to classy women by their first name as one more tool to bring them down a little more. Kathy had been a patient for a few years, but had only come in for emergencies and had never gotten a full physical before. So this was the first time that I got to see the attractive blonde wife, mother, and career woman, naked.

Exam Room 3 is next to my office, and, like my office, has a window facing the office building next door. The Venetian blinds in Exam Room 3 are often set so they aren’t completely closed. People above them can see down into the exam room. Specifically, there are three second-floor offices on the building next door that can see in. I didn’t have to watch Kathy undress on the hidden camera that records everything in Exam Room 3. I knew she was undressing, because the man in one of those offices was peering out his window, down into Exam Room 3. I don’t know the man’s name, but I refer to him as “Bud.” Bud, a bald chubby middle aged man, spends a lot of time looking out his window into Exam Room 3.

I entered Exam Room 3 to see Kathy sitting on the edge of the table in only a flimsy paper gown. I deliberately closed the door fast enough to cause a slight breeze, which blew the paper off her legs a little. Kathy tried to hold it down to cover at least the upper parts of her thigh.

I asked some pleasantries and got some personal information. “How many children do you have?”

“Two. My son is twenty, and my daughter is eighteen.”

“Have I met your children?”

“No. My daughter Brittany is here for the first time after going to pediatricians. She’s your next patient.”

Hmm. A teen girl. Sounds promising. “I’ll bet she’s as pretty as her mother.” Kathy didn’t respond, just looked a little flustered. Then I checked her ears, nose, throat, and a few other routine things. Standing as close to her as I could, even pressing against her on occasion, I admired her well-groomed blonde hair, delicately done makeup, and a whiff of perfume. Most of the time, when women come in for exams, they make themselves look their best for me.

Then I asked some routine questions, jotting them down in her file. “When was your last period?” “Any problems with discharges?” “Spotting?”

And then I threw in a few less than routine questions. “Have you had any pain during sex?”

“No.”

“Have you had anal sex in the past year?”

“No.”

“Have you been treated for an STD in the past year?”

“No.”

“Have you had multiple partners in the past year?”

“No.”

Kathy’s voice wasn’t quite to the irritated stage from my intrusive personal questions yet, but she was getting a quizzical expression on her face.

“We’ll begin the breast examination now. Will you just allow your gown to drop to your waist?”

Kathy let her paper gown drop off of her chest. I stared at her bare tits for the first time. Not bad for a mature woman. Smallish, but fairly firm, with smaller pinkish brown areolas. I made a point of smiling as I stared at them. As her legs dangled off of the exam table, I moved in as close as I could, bumping my thigh into her bare knees.

“What I’d like you to do is place your hands on your waist like this and press real hard. Place your hands like this”, I said clasping my hands, “and pull real hard.”

Kathy did as she was told. She was looking away from me, or down. This part of the exam was actually standard, but I enjoyed watching her thrust her chest out and present me her tits.

“Put your hands on your waist. Turn to the left. Now the right.” I smiled as she posed for me.

“Fine. Could you raise your hands above your head?” The classy woman raised her arms up as instructed. “We’ll perform an auxiliary examination.”

I reached out with my right hand, and felt the side of her left tit. I worked my hand around her tit with slow rolling motions. Her breathing got heavier. Her nipples were still soft, her areolas flat. Up to this point I was going by the book, except for my smiling. After going over the sides of both of her tits, I felt around the rest of her tits. I wanted to get her nipples hard while she was still sitting up. With some tweaking and tugging, they finally sprouted, as her areolas puckered. I felt her longer than she was used to, no doubt. And, I was into a full-palm fondle, which an experienced woman would probably think is unusual. Kathy’s tits were softer than the younger nurses’ tits I was fondling earlier today, but that’s normal. They were still getting me hard.

“Now we’ll begin palpations. Please lie down on your back.” Kathy lay back on the exam table, and I pulled out the tray for her feet. “Hands above your head.” Kathy lay back with her hands up. I placed both hands on her left tit, and circled them around her areolas. I worked my way to the outside, jiggling the tit more than I should have. Then I “rocked” the nipple, squeezing it for “discharge.” Kathy would have been used to this, too. But of course I spent an unusually long time on the eraser-sized nipple, diddling it and tugging it.

“Kathy, will you see if you can express any discharge?” Kathy knew what I was asking, and reached down with her right hand, and began pulling on her own nipple. This was also standard, but I enjoyed watching the woman playing with her own nipples.

I couldn’t resist a few more inappropriate questions. “Good, no discharge. Do you work your nipples much during masturbation sessions?”

She hesitated, but then answered, “No.”

“Does your husband bite them or pull hard on them?”

“No.”

I repeated all of this “examining” with her right tit. Kathy’s breathing got heavier, and I enjoyed her chest going up and down under my palm. She was reacting, probably knowing I was being inappropriate to some degree, but she wasn’t about to verbally object. She may have noticed that my semi-hard cock was bumping against her thigh and knee. That would have been another big clue to her that I was enjoying fondling her.

I pulled on both of her nipples longer as I smiled down on her. My breathing was heavier, as well as Kathy’s. She involuntarily shuddered and thrust her chest out. Her nipples looked long and swollen now.

“Very good, Kathy. Now we’ll do the vaginal exam.” I raised the back of the table so her torso was partially sitting up. Then I pulled the two stirrups out from the sides of the exam table. I helped Kathy place her feet in each one. I pushed back her paper gown down her thighs, and exposed her pussy. Most physicians would have told her that she could cover her top now, but I made a point not to. And so this pretty wife was sitting back with her tits out, her legs spread wide, and her pussy showing. I love my job.

As I said, most women come to me looking their best. Kathy was no exception, and had fresh-shaved legs, and a neatly trimmed pussy. It was nice to see that she didn’t shave her pussy completely, but it was newly trimmed short, and shaved back a bit from her thigh.

I put on a latex glove and dabbed some lubrication on it. I inserted a Speculum into her pussy to keep it open. I slid my finger in, and turned it, clockwise and counter clockwise. I went in deep, smiling at Kathy.

I removed the Speculum, and then added more lubrication to my finger, and slid it up her puckered asshole. Kathy inhaled. It was a tight fit. “Relax”.

Now that I was “in”, the real fun started. “You don’t like anal sex?”

“No.”

“Have you ever tried anal sex?”

“No.”

“You should try it.” I slid my finger in deep, and then slid it in and out slowly. Kathy inhaled and exhaled loudly. I could feel her trying to relax her muscles.

While my right finger was still in her asshole, I slid my left hand into her pussy. This was actually by the book. But what wasn’t in the book was that I wasn’t wearing a glove on my left hand. I was sliding my bare finger in and out of her pussy. There was still some lubrication from the jelly I’d inserted before. But soon, I could tell that there was some natural secretion also.

Kathy started to breathe unevenly, and looked up into my eyes, probably wondering when I was going to be done. But I was just starting.

“A little bit longer.” I leered down at her as she lay back. She was in a very vulnerable position, on her back with her legs spread, with a man who wasn’t her husband playing with her pussy and her asshole. Her expressions varied from irritation to fear to some anger. She was pretty sure that I was going over the line, but she wasn’t saying so.

I moved my middle and index fingers around in her pussy. “You’re still pretty tight, Kathy. Do you Kegel?”

Kathy looked at me, and simply shook her head no. She was starting to move her butt around in discomfort.

I slid my left thumb up over her clit and diddled around the swollen knob. Kathy emitted an audible gasp.

“You’re doing fine, Kathy.” I continued working her asshole, her pussy, and her clit simultaneously. Her exposed nipples were still rock hard.

“WHoooo!” Kathy emitted moans, shuddering her bottom around my hands, as her eyes rolled up into the back of her head. She bit her lip, but couldn’t help but let out a few more grunts as she wiggled her bottom and shook her thighs as much as she could in her constraining position. Her thighs jiggled, then clamped around my hand like a vise.

Kathy shook through an orgasm. I made her have it. She knew I knew she had an orgasm. She knew that I’d deliberately forced her orgasm. But perhaps she wasn’t a hundred percent sure yet. Or maybe she just didn’t know what to do or say about it. Either way she likely felt some shame, because she’d had an obvious orgasm in front of a man who wasn’t her husband. Her face was red, but Kathy said nothing.

But I wasn’t done yet. While making a lot of noise with instruments, I unzipped my fly, and hauled out my hard cock. I deftly reached into my pocket for a condom, opened the package, and slipped it over my erection. I stood up, making sure that Kathy’s gown was up to her knees, shielding my lower body. I placed my dick head between her legs. With Kathy’s knees up high and her legs spread wide, I slowly and carefully slid my cock into her well-lubricated and stretched pussy.

Kathy’s face looked alarmed, but the light I had shining on her face kept her from staring down at me too long. She was wondering what instrument I was “examining” her with now. The instrument I was using was my favorite one to use, one that I was very attached to. It’s not the first time I’ve fucked a patient during an exam. They get used to spreading their pussies for me, having large blunt instruments shoved up their slits, and one more might alarm them, especially when I’m sitting higher. They may suspect I’m up to something, but with no proof I’ve never been called on it.

“Just another minute, Kathy,” I said in a confident tone. If felt so good, being inside of the pretty, mature wife. I wanted to slam into her hard and fast, but I kept my composure, and slowly moved in and out of her a few times, feeling just a slight friction as I glided through her warm lubricated love canal. Her pussy was a little loose, but for a mother her age, not bad at all.

I didn’t want to push things too far with a bright educated woman. It didn’t matter if I didn’t stay in her long, or cum, or if I couldn’t ride her hard. I was officially fucking her, and I was aroused and proud of myself for conquering her.

In just a few short moments, I pulled out, slipped the wet condom in my pocket, and zipped my pants up.

I cleaned up, and handed Kathy some tissues. “Very good, Kathy, we’re all finished. You can get dressed, but wait for the nurse to stop by and give you a booster shot. Now, I’ll go meet your daughter!”

CHAPTER FIVE

9:40 AM, at my private office.

Brittany WAS as pretty as her mom. She was a little teen hottie, brand new at eighteen. She shared her mom’s blonde hair, only Brittany’s was straight and longer. She had a really pretty face, with a clear tanned complexion, and braces on her teeth. She was quite slender, and shorter than her mom, with a firm, compact body.

“Good morning Brittany, I’m Doctor Dickter.”

“Hi,” she said, shyly.

“So, you’ve been going to Dr. Little up to now.”

“Yes,” answered Brittany.

“Did Dr. Little ever give you a full breast and pelvic exam?”

“Uh, no, I don’t think so.”

“Well, now that you’re becoming of age, we’ll check and see how you’re maturing. Did your mom clue you in what to expect from a ‘woman’ exam?”

“Uh, a little, I guess.”

“Now I’m going to give you the same treatment I just gave your mom right next door.” I don’t know if she caught my dirty tone of voice and my little smirk while thinking of Kathy. A mother daughter combo; it’s too bad I couldn’t get them into the same room.

“I’m going to ask you some pretty personal questions, there’s no need to be embarrassed. Are you having regular periods now?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have painful cramps?”

“Uh, sometimes.”

“Are your breasts and nipples more tender?”

“Tender?”

“Do they feel good when you touch them?”

“Uh yeah.” For the first time Brittany started to get red and look away from me.

“Have you had sexual intercourse?”

“No.”

“Do you masturbate regularly?

Brittany hesitated on this question. “No.”

“Brittany, you have to be truthful.”

“Yeah,” she quietly confessed.

“Can you give yourself an orgasm?”

“Sometimes.”

“Just sometimes, or most of the time?”

“A lot of the time.”

Do you ever insert objects into your vagina?”

“Objects?”

“When you masturbate. Dildos, vibrators?”

“No.”

“Now Brittany, I’m going to know when I look in there, so you might as well tell me.”

“Just a hairbrush.”

“The handle of your hairbrush?”

“Um, yes.”

“Is it smooth and made of plastic?”

“Yes.”

“It feels good, huh?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Have you ever had an STD?”

“A what?”

“A social disease.”

“No.”

“Are you sure you’re not sexually active?”

“Yes.”

“I know a lot of girls don’t think that oral sex is having sex. Have you ever performed oral sex on a boy?”

“No.”

“Okay, Brittany, let’s start the exam.”

I went through the usual eye, ear, nose, and throat exams as I had with her mom. Brittany wore more eye makeup than her mom, not applied as well, but it was sort of sexy seeing the teen girl try to look like an adult.

“We’ll begin the breast examination now. Will you just allow your gown to drop to your waist?”

The shy teen pulled the paper garment down and obligingly bunched it down to her waist. Her tits were small, bordering on tiny. But on her petite slender frame they looked reasonably sized. And they were incredibly firm. The seemed to defy gravity the way they sat so high up on her chest and jutted straight out. Her tits were completely pale, showing nice tan lines on her darker frame. Clearly she wore two-piece bathing suits. Her areolas were very pink, pinker than her mom’s, and her nipples were already hard and sticking out.

“Did you ever have to undress for Dr. Little?”

“No, not for a long time.”

“Has any man seen you topless since you developed breasts?”

“Um, no.”

“None of the boys from school?”

“No.”

“Your dad or your brother?”

“No.”

“You haven’t, um, ‘accidentally’ left the blinds open so the neighbors could see you?”

“No.”

Okay, if she was truthful, I was the first man to see these delicious young titties, at least to her knowledge. No matter how long I did this job, it was still a downright thrill to be the first man to stand in front of a woman naked.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Actually, you have very nice looking breasts. But we have to examine them just to be sure that everything is okay.”

“Umm,hmm,” Brittany mumbled, looking up at me.

The slender young teen stood in front of me with her hands on her hips.

“Put your hands on your waist. Turn to the left. Now the right.” I smiled as she posed for me.

“Fine. Could you raise your hands above your head?” The shy teen raised her arms up as instructed. “We’ll perform an auxiliary examination.”

I reached out with my right hand, and felt the side of her left tit. I worked my hand around her tit with slow rolling motions. Her breathing got heavier. Her nipples were hard as a rock. After going over the sides of both of her tits, I felt around the rest of her tits. I was into a full-palm fondle, my big hands covering each tit easily, her nipples poking the center of my palm. Brittany’s tits were firmer than her mom’s, and jiggled and snapped back into position quicker than Kathy’s tits. My cock was rock hard and tenting my trousers.

“While you’re standing, I want to check your spine and posture.” I was pretty much winging this part. What I wanted to do was check out this young teen’s ass while she was in a standing position. I stood at her side, and ran my hand down her naked back along her spine. She did have an amazing ass. They don’t get much better than this.

I ran my fingers down her tailbone, and took the liberty of cupping her left butt check and squeezing it. Oh, man. It was so hard you could crack an egg on it! I cupped her pussy mound with my left hand and grabbed her ass cheeks with my right hand, as the embarrassed teen tried to keep her balance.

“Now we’ll begin palpations. Please lie down on your back.” Brittany lay back on the exam table, and I pulled out the tray for her feet. “Hands above your head.” Brittany lay back with her hands up. I placed both hands on her left tit, and circled them around her areola. I worked my way to the outside, jiggling the tit more than I should have. Then I “rocked” the nipple, squeezing it for “discharge,” explaining what I was doing in a calm voice, but with a smile on my face.

“Brittany, will you see if you can express any discharge?”

“What?”

“Tug on your nipple and see if you can get milk to secrete.”

Brittany began pulling on her own nipple, as I stood back and watched her play with her own tit.

“Good, no discharge. Do you work your nipples much during masturbation sessions?”

She hesitated, but then answered, “Yes.”

I repeated all of this “examining” with her right tit. Brittany’s breathing got heavier, and I enjoyed her little chest going up and down under my palm. She may have noticed that my rock-hard cock was rubbing firmly against her thigh and knee. But she of course said nothing.

I pulled on both of her nipples longer as I smiled down on her. My breathing was heavier, as well as Brittany’s. She involuntarily shuddered and thrust her chest out. She tried to look away, but from time to time she would look up at me with her big blue eyes.

“Very good, Brittany. Now we’ll do the vaginal exam.” I raised the back of the table so her torso was partially sitting up. Then I pulled the two stirrups out from the sides of the exam table. I helped Brittany place her feet in each one. I pushed back her paper gown down her thighs, and exposed her pussy. And so this pretty teen was sitting back with her tits out, her legs spread wide, and her young hairy pussy showing. I love my job.

Brittany’s pussy was hairier than her mom’s. It was perhaps trimmed back away from her bikini line, but was otherwise a full tangle of blonde hair.

I put on a latex glove and dabbed some lubrication on it. I inserted a Speculum into her pussy to keep it open. I slid my finger in, and turned it, clockwise and counter clockwise. I went in deep, smiling at Brittany.

I removed the Speculum, and then added more lubrication to my finger, and slid it up her puckered asshole. Brittany inhaled. It was a tight fit. “Relax”.

I didn’t want to hurt the young girl if she had a virgin asshole.

“Do you put your finger in your butt when you masturbate?”

“No.”

I slid my finger in deep, and then slid it in and out slowly. Brittany inhaled and exhaled loudly. I could feel her trying to relax her muscles.

While my right finger was still in her asshole, I slid my left hand into her pussy. I wasn’t wearing a glove on my left hand. I was sliding my bare finger in and out of her pussy. There was still some lubrication from the jelly I’d inserted before. But soon, I could tell that there was some natural secretion also.

Brittany started to breathe unevenly, and looked up into my eyes, probably wondering when I was going to be done. But I was just starting.

“A little bit longer.” I leered down at her as she lay back. She was in a very vulnerable position, on her back with her legs spread, for an old man who was playing with her pussy and her asshole. She didn’t show the irritation or anger that her mom had. Her expressions were more of surprise and embarrassment. She was starting to move her little butt around in discomfort.

I slid my left thumb up over her clit and diddled around the swollen knob. Brittany emitted a high-pitched gasp.

“You’re doing wonderful, Brittany.” I continued working her asshole, her pussy, and her clit simultaneously. Her exposed nipples were still rock hard.

“Ah!” Brittany emitted a barely audible squeal, shuddering her bottom around my hands, as her eyes rolled up into the back of her head. She bit her lip, but couldn’t help but let out a few more gasps as she wiggled her bottom and shook her thighs as much as she could in her constraining position. Her firm thighs jiggled just slightly, then clamped around my hand.

Brittany shook through an orgasm. I made her have it. She probably knew I knew she had an orgasm, but pretended not to. She likely didn’t know that I’d deliberately forced her orgasm. But she’d had an obvious orgasm in front of an old man who she’d never met before. Her face was bright red, but Brittany said nothing.

But I wasn’t done yet. While making a lot of noise with instruments, I unzipped my fly, and hauled out my hard cock. I deftly reached into my pocket for a condom, opened the package, and slipped it over my erection. I stood up, making sure that Brittany’s gown was up to her knees, shielding my lower body. I placed my dick head between her legs. With Brittany’s knees up high and her legs spread wide, I slowly and carefully slid my cock into her well-lubricated but still extremely tight pussy.

Brittany’s face looked alarmed, but the light I had shining on her face kept her from staring down at me too long.

“Just another minute, Brittany,” I said in a confident tone. I slid in and out just a little faster than I had when I fucked her mom a few minutes before, just enough for some good friction in her tight pussy, but not enough to move her body, or mine. If felt exhilarating, being inside of the pretty, virgin teen.

Looking down at her as I fucked her, and thinking of her mom in the same position moments earlier, I quickly shot a load of cum into my condom in Brittany’s pussy. The moment my pulsating started to subside, I pulled my cock out. It may not have completely occurred to her, but I had just officially taken her virginity. I fucked the hot married mom, and then popped her hot teen daughter’s cherry. And I got paid for the pleasure.

CHAPTER SIX

10:20 AM, at my private office

I was checking the “security” camera aimed at the front desk, and I caught Mr. Spackle, an eighty-one-year-old patient, looking down Gail’s top, as he was checking in. Hunched way over the counter, his head half-way through the window, peering over his glasses. Gail likely knew what he was doing, but she didn’t stop him or adjust her top. That’s because I’ve trained her not to.

When you are a powerful, respected doctor, there are many ways to get women to do what you want them to do. In the medical field these days, all personnel are under a constant paranoid cloud, in fear every day, knowing that one wrong move could cost a patient’s life, get them sued, lose them their license, get them arrested, or all of the above. And I’ve caught nurses making mistakes that, if I hadn’t noticed, would have jeopardized a patient’s life. I’ve caught staff members writing prescriptions on my script. And I’ve framed innocent staffers with both of these offenses. Through years of practice, I’ve managed to turn a number of my female staffers into virtual slaves with threats of arrest, loss of license, and the like.

Gail was once such innocent victim of my clever frame-up. I almost had HER convinced that she’d prescribed herself narcotics by forging my signature. And that’s why she would endure, among other things, a dirty old man staring down her top while she worked the reception desk. Gail was a pretty, petite, forty-two-year-old wife and mother, with a firm slender figure for a woman her age. But her tits are tiny which, I discovered years ago, made it easy to see into her stiff padded bras all the way down to her nipple. I used this to my advantage by simply insisting that Gail continue to wear tops that scoop down or gap open, and that she continue wearing bras with stiff cups that gap away to expose her nipples while she sits at the front desk. Every day for the past three years, she has sat there, as countless men, from ages eighteen to eighty-eight, stand above her and stare at her nipples. And I’ve had the pleasure of watching a lot of them do it. Perhaps hundreds and hundreds of men have now seen the attractive mature receptionist’s exposed tits. She hates it. I can see it in her eyes when she glances up and catches them hovering over her. She is humiliated. She’s demoralized. That’s just the point.

We do have to maintain a display of professionalism in the office, so I don’t make my staff run around half-naked or in slutty outfits or any such thing. But the discerning patient will notice that the nurses and office women don’t wear tops that cover their ass; white translucent slacks that show some wiggle to their butts is the code; colored underwear under their white slacks and thin tops are strongly encouraged, and that the buttons and zippers of their uniform tops are just a little lower than when they left the house.

My nurse Julie isn’t a major babe, but when one is looking for competent registered nurses that are also blackmailed sex slaves, one can’t be too choosy. Julie is also a wife and mom, thirty-nine-years old. She is fairly tall, has a very pretty face, with short blonde hair. Her butt, despite being a little too large, gets the attention of many of the male patients as Julie walks ahead of them from the lobby to the exam rooms. As I said, white fairly see-through slacks, colored panties, and a jiggling ass gets a lot of patients going, as it does me. And once in the exam room, most men lock their eyes on Julie’s big tits. Some days they simply get a glimpse of her bra between her buttons if her top is too tight. But most days her top buttons are undone enough so her cleavage is spilling out of her bra as she sits on a chair and asks the patient questions, while the surprised men sit on the examination table above her.

And then when Julie takes their blood pressure, she routinely rubs the men’s hand and forearm along her left tit. Julie knows that she is in trouble if she doesn’t do this for most men. And she knows that despite her being in a room with a closed door as she allows strange men to grope her tit, I may be watching, because there is a hidden camera in all of the exam rooms. I put them there myself. I’m pretty smart, and I figured out all by myself to place a pinhole camera up in the air vent, and connect it with software on my office computer. Full color and pretty good quality, too.

Julie just checked in a chunky eighteen-year-old boy for severe acne. I could see on my monitor that he couldn’t get his hardon down after viewing Julie’s ass and tit shows and tit rub. The busty mature nurse sure got him riled. So after my quick office visit with the teen, I tapped Julie on the waist and quietly told her, “Take your time.” This was my code to Julie that I wanted her to take her time with the young patient, and give him the full treatment. Of course not every male patient got Julie’s “treatment,” but on a slow day and a horny patient, I liked to watch this.

I watched the show from my computer screen in my office. There is no sound on the hidden mic – I’ve been meaning to look into that. But on the screen I could see Julie talking to the chunky teen, and then begin to unbutton her blouse. She opened her blouse wide, reached into her peach-colored bra cups, and pulled out both of her big pale tits. She left them hanging over the cups, arched her back, took the stunned boy’s hands, and placed them on her tits.

While her tits were kneaded by the now-grinning teen, Julie unzipped his fly and pulled his pants down, until his cock sprang out. Julie stroked it like a pro, occasionally leaning forward to French kiss the slobbering boy. Julie tugged down her own slacks and panties past her knees, and kicked them off, baring her big white ass and thick thighs. The boy took one hand and rubbed Julie’s hairy pussy.

Julie practically pushed the boy back down on the table, his legs dangling off the edge. The mature nurse then climbed on top of the lad, slid her pussy down over his stiff cock, and fucked the boy on the table. Her ass was thrusting up and down as her big tits dangled and swung. The boy reached up and grabbed her tits as he fucked up into the woman on top of him.

Apparently the boy didn’t cum quick enough for Julie. She climbed down off of him, turned around, put her feet on the foot step at the bottom of the table, and re-inserted his cock into her pussy. She was now faced in the opposite direction as the boy. With her feet on the step, she had leverage, and she worked her knees as she rapidly bounced up and down on him. Her tits jiggled all over and her ass cheeks rippled as she bounced on him like a Jell-O-covered pogo stick on speed.

Julie’s mouth was open, and soon her eyes closed. The lad’s eyes closed also, as his hands gripped her hips and moved up and down with her bouncing torso. His jaw was sticking out and his teeth clenched as he fucked the much-older woman. In a few short minutes, knowing Julie as I do, it looked to me like she was having an orgasm, with her fluttering eyelids and shuddering body. And it looked like the boy did too, as Julie stopped her bouncing, sat on the young man panting for just a moment, and then climbed down and wiped herself and her patient off before getting dressed.

CHAPTER SEVEN

3:00 PM, at my private office

Linda Graham had just been in the office the previous day, but not for herself. She had come in because her son was seriously ill, and needed surgery. But there had been an insurance gap when her husband lost his job, and so neither her old or new insurance companies would cover the expensive operation, and no surgeon would perform the surgery without insurance. So she came in begging me to change the date that her son was first diagnosed. It was pretty simple; all I had to do was change one date on one form. The risk to my license was minimal even if I got caught.

“Please,” Linda had begged as she cried in my office, sitting in a chair across from my desk, with her son still back in the exam room. “He could die without this operation, and no surgeon will touch it without insurance.”

I sat back and looked at Linda. She was not my patient, she went to another doctor, but I’d seen her numerous times in the past year when she brought her son. She was a striking looking woman. Probably about forty, a tall shapely brunette. Her legs were long, her tits were big, she looked like a former Vegas model with a wholesome Midwestern face.

I told her that she was asking me to risk my license and my practice. I gave her the whole routine. I knew I had her, the way she sobbed. But, my schedule was booked solid the rest of the day, and I was already running behind.

I stood up and walked around my desk, and stood behind her in her chair. She was wearing a cotton blouse buttoned up high. I put my hands on her shoulders. Then I dropped the other shoe. “I can be bribed. But not with money.” My hands massaged her shoulders. “A beautiful woman like you can get a man to do nearly anything, if you’re willing.”

“No, I won’t do that! I don’t cheat on my husband.” she whimpered, once she caught my drift.

“I don’t want you to ‘cheat.’ But even a healthy woman like you needs to be, ah, ‘looked at’ by a qualified doctor. Come back tomorrow. Book an appointment for yourself, alone. I want to… examine you. Book a complete physical. Isn’t one appointment with me worth the life of your son? Isn’t it?”

I slid my hands down her chest from behind. Her breasts were really large on the tall woman, probably a 40D bra that I had in my hands. Linda didn’t stop me.

“You’ll have ‘doctor-patient immunity, no one needs to know. Do we have a deal, Linda?” I gave her tits a firm squeeze over her bra.

“Yyyy…yes,” she sobbed.

“Good. Now sit here until you’re composed, and when you leave tell the front desk to book an appointment tomorrow for a complete physical.”

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So now, I was walking into Exam Room 2 to give Mrs. Graham a full “physical.” Linda sat on the exam table, dressed in a tight sweater, and tight blue jeans. My take is that she didn’t want to look too obviously sexy, but didn’t want to blow the deal by looking unattractive. Her full shoulder-length brown hair was well groomed. Her make-up was well applied. I was impressed.

“Good afternoon, Linda,” I started. “You look very nice today. It’s going to be a pleasure examining you.”

Linda’s knees were shaking as I looked closely into her eyes. “Let’s check your ears.” I turned to her right side, but instead of looking in her ear, I swathed my tongue around it. She shuddered, but kept silent, staring ahead.

I asked her to open her mouth and stick her tongue out. She obeyed, and I stuck my tongue out and touched hers with it. She instinctively rolled her tongue back in her mouth and closed her lips.

“Uh, uh. No deal unless you do EVERYTHING I say. Stick your tongue back out. Real far.”

Linda did as told, with sad puppy Rocky eyes. I slithered my tongue around hers, both of our tongues out of our mouths. “Say Ahh!”

“Ahh,” Linda moaned, while I still flitted my tongue around hers. Then I moved in and kissed her on the lips while still tongue-ing her. We entwined for a minute. The tall woman whimpered nearly inaudibly but she kept her tongue against mine.

“Now it’s time for a breast exam. Have you checked for lumps lately?”

“Uh, yes.”

“But it’s always good to have a professional check too. Allow me to help you with your sweater.”

I grabbed the hem of her sweater and pulled the garment up, over her big white bra. Linda obediently lifted her arms, and I pulled her sweater over her head, catching it briefly on her chin, before pulling it through her hair. I threw the sweater onto a chair, staring at her bra and protruding cleavage. I reached around Linda, and unhooked her bra. I grasped the straps, and pulled down, until the bra cups fell free, and her big mature tits fell loose. As I tossed the bra onto the chair, Linda covered her tits with her arms.

“Hands on your hips, please.” Linda did as she was told. “Holy Christ!” I exclaimed, “That is a nice big rack!” Her areolas were large and fairly dark, and her mature hooters sloped down a little, but for the most part they were magnificent mammaries on a mature mamma.

Linda looked down at the floor, choking back tears. But when I told her to “Thrust your chest out, arch your back,” she obeyed, and I stood before her and smiled while admiring her tits.

“Now I’ll check for lumps. But I won’t use the three finger method, not for these big babies, or I’d be here all day.” I simply put both hands out and squeezed and palmed them.

They were heavy monsters. I fondled them roughly, lifting and kneading them.

“Now I will check for secretion.” I tugged hard on her nipples. They got real, real long, and fat. Her areolas puckered. Her thumb-sized nipples got twin tugs from my fingers, much harder than I would normally squeeze a nipple. I shook her tits by shaking her nipples up and down.

“No secretion yet. Let me try the oral method.” I leaned over and planted my lips on Linda’s right nipple, and suckled it, while still groping her left tit. I alternated from one nipple to the other, biting them occasionally.

Linda put her hands behind her on the table, and threw her head back, her eyes and mouth both wide open. I slapped her tits a little just to get them to bobble and sway. I love to watch tits move.

I stood up straight, and while wiping saliva from my mouth, said, “Okay Linda, stand up please.”

Linda obeyed, trying to cover her exposed tits with her arms. I reached down and unsnapped her denim pants, unzipped them, and tugged the tight slacks down her mature hips and butt. She stayed as still as she could while I jostled her, finally getting past her butt to expose pink cotton panties, stretched tightly over her ass and pubic mound.

“Pink, nice!” I commented, as I pulled her pants down her long thighs and calves. Linda obediently stepped out of her pants one foot at a time.

I took a moment to admire her long bare legs. Then I grabbed her panties from both sides, and yanked them down to her knees in one tug. I let the panties fall to her feet, as I admired Linda’s big forest of long brown pubic hair. I love pubic hair.

Linda kept trying to hide her bare body parts, and I had to tell her, “Keep your hands on your hips, Linda. Stand up straight, shoulders back.”

Linda posed nude for me as I walked around her and admired her statuesque form. Her butt had a little bit of mature meat, but not bad, and the pale butt flesh and long matronly butt crack gave my cock tingles. I ran my hand down her waist as she shivered, and toyed with her meaty butt cheeks, squeezing them and sliding my palm around them. I slid my middle finger up her crack slowly, and she puckered her cheeks and gasped.

“Very nice, Linda, now please lay back down on the table. I’ll examine your breasts some more.” Linda lied back on the table. Her big pale tits sloped just slightly off to the sides. I fondled them once again, squeezing, batting, jiggling, and tugging them. I leaned over and tongued them, covering them with saliva. Standing at her right side, I slid my right hand down her stomach and hips, taking a moment to squeeze the inside of her upper right thigh. Finally I rested my hand on her nest, and rubbed her pussy slowly.

“Oh, yes, I nearly forgot, we need to take your temperature. I have a special oral thermometer for you.” Then I threw off my lab coat and shoes, and quickly unsnapped and unzipped my pants, and dropped them on the floor. My briefs came off next, and my hard cock sprang out.

Linda looked over at my exposed hairy cock wide-eyed, as I stood to her side and thrust my cock in her face. “Put this in your mouth until the mercury rises.” I slid my cock head into Linda’s mouth. She obediently wrapped her lips around it as I leaned in and slid my shaft into her mouth.

“Ah, yes! Good girl, the mercury is rising and red!” I held the back of Linda’s head, and fucked her mouth rapidly. Her lips slurped audibly as her neck craned and her head bobbed. My cock was now red, and risen.

“Now I have a very special, thorough breast exam.” I grabbed the nearby tube of KY Jelly, uncapped it, held it between her breasts, and dropped a big gob of jelly right between her tits.

I climbed onto the exam table that the busty naked wife was lying on. I threw my right leg over her torso, and straddled her chest. I laid my throbbing cock right between her big tits, right where the gobs of KY was, and slid up and down.

I grabbed both of her tits from the side and squeezed them around my cock. The jelly gave me plenty of friction, and it felt great having my stiff unit encased in my patient’s warm soft tits. “Oh, baby!” I groaned.

I rode Linda as her tits shook in my hands. Linda looked down in wide-eyed horror as my dick head disappeared and reappeared from between her tits, just inches from her face. I could’ve cum that way easily, but I wasn’t done with my exam.

I climbed off of my teary patent, pulled the stirrups out, and placed her feet in them. I stared down at her long thighs spread wide, and could see her puckered asshole, and glistening pussy lips sticking out of her hairy mound.

“I’ll start the vaginal exam now,” I calmly stated. Then I sat down in my stool between her legs, and burrowed my face into her pussy. I felt her warm thighs touching my ears, and licked deep into her salty pussy. She shivered as I tongued her, flitting back and forth, then deep inside. My nose pressed into her clit, and she let out a moan.

I stood between her legs, and stabbed at her pussy slit with my dick head. Her pussy was soaking wet, all on its own. I slid in easily, and fucked rapidly, watching her tits bobble all over.

I stopped fucking the mature wife. I grabbed the KY tube and dabbed some lubrication on my finger, and slid my right index finger inside of her asshole. Linda gasped and recoiled, probably a combination of having her asshole penetrated, the cold lube, and the realization that she was about to get fucked in the ass.

“No, please, I don’t… do… that!” She sobbed.

“Shhh,” I said, and Linda just silently whispered as I worked my dick head into her asshole. Slowly I pushed it in, inch by inch. Then I started thrusting, hard.

Linda twisted her head back and forth, and twisted her body, causing her tits to shake in opposite directions. I thrust deep and hard, and the gorgeous mom and wife grunted. “Hurg, urgggh!”

I was sweating a little, and the feeling of the tight asshole and the view of the crying and grunting wife gyrating all over beneath me caused me to be close to cumming already.

I reached down and fingered Linda’s pussy, and took her swollen clit between my thumb and lubricated index finger. With the jelly, I got a good slippery feeling as I diddled and squeezed her clit.

“OOHHHHH!” Linda squealed. “OHHHHH! AHHHHH!” She flailed around the exam table, thrashing her head from side to side, her hair and her tits flying everywhere, her thighs and stomach jiggling too. “GRRRRGHHHH!”

Linda squeezed her thighs tightly around me, and shuddered through a long orgasm. I’ve seen patients have more subdued seizures than Linda’s orgasm.

That was enough for me, and I let fly a load of jizm into her asshole, leaving my cock inside of her until it was done spurting.

I withdrew my cock from Linda’s asshole with a loud “schlurppp”, and got dressed. “Get dressed now, hurry,” I told her, and she uneasily stood up and started to find her clothes. I handed her some tissue, and she wiped off her mouth, chest, pussy, and asshole, before putting on her clothes.

“You did wonderful in your exam, Linda,” I said. “Don’t worry about your son, I’ll get you the forms you’ll need.” With that I exited the exam room and left Linda to finish dressing alone.

CHAPTER EIGHT

My private cell phone rang.

“Liberty,” said the deep voice with a heavy accent. “Come over if you have a minute. I have one I think you’ll like.”

I recognized the voice as Dr. Gropya, a podiatrist whose office is across the hall from mine.

“I’m on my way,” I replied.

I exited a private door to the hallway, and knocked on the unmarked door that I knew was Dr. Gropya’s exam room. The door opened. The older, short, heavyset, sweaty Indian Dr. Gropya quickly let me in, and shut the door behind me. Behind him, on the table, was an unconscious woman with an IV in her arm.

For a podiatrist, Dr. Gropya was able to convince a high number of female patients that they should be put under anesthesia while he did some minor procedure on her foot, something that only required a local. And then he charged them for the anesthesia. The woman before me was about thirty-one, dark-haired, and pretty.

“Look at these beauties,” he chuckled in his thick accent. Looking down through his thick glasses, he unbuttoned the woman’s blouse to reveal her black bra, and pulled up on the cups to reveal both of her big tits.

While I preferred to sexually humiliate my female patents, Dr. Gropya, who as a foot doctor didn’t get to see too many undressed patients, liked to knock out his women, and then get in his looks, and feels. He knew I was a kindred doctor, and sometimes called me over if he had a woman that he was particularly proud to share with me.

“See?” Dr. Gropya said, as he squeezed and jiggled both of the unconscious patient’s impressive tits sitting high on her chest. “Nice ones.”

I reached over and grabbed the nearest tit, and squeezed the firm melon. “I concur with your diagnosis, Doctor,” I agreed.

I continued toying with the woman’s big pale tits and dark areolas, while Dr. Gropya unzipped her slacks and pulled them down. He worked her pants and navy panties down to mid-thigh, and ran his stubby fingers through her dark thick pubic hair.

“I have to get back to my patients, but thanks for the thesis,” I said, heading for the door.

“Always glad to get a second opinion from you,” replied Dr. Gropya. As I opened the door to leave, I looked back and saw the podiatrist lean over between his patient’s legs and taste her pussy lips with his tongue.

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I took a moment to go through some mail on my desk. One terse letter was from some lawyer, representing Mrs. Juggs. Joy Juggs was a patient that had no insurance, and I agreed to treat her for an emergency for free – if she agreed to return another day of my choosing and allow herself to be videotaped getting an exam. A medical group wanted to get a videotape of an actual female patient getting an actual female exam, to show to medical students. I agreed to help, and Mrs. Juggs “volunteered” to “star” in the video, which I assured her would only be shown to medical students. But once the professional camera crew came in and videotaped me giving her a complete nude physical, the finished video, uh, somehow ended up getting posted on YouVids, the popular internet video site, and went viral. Okay, I uploaded the video myself.

And then, after Mrs. Juggs, Mr. Juggs, and virtually every male that Mrs. Juggs had ever known had seen her naked with her tits getting felt and her hairy pussy opened wide, she sued me. But I have a copy of the form she signed, and clearly I could get out of this lawsuit with no trouble.

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6:00 PM, at my private office

My last patient of the day was Eileen. She was a last-minute appointment, complaining of abdominal pains. I instructed Gail to have her strip to her panties and get into a gown. And I told Gail that she could go home as soon as Eileen was checked in. I would handle the paperwork and billing later. Gail looked at me like she knew I was up to something, but did as she was told. The office was now empty, except for myself, and Eileen.

Sometimes I just go for it. I know women, inside and out. I just knew that Eileen, whom I have treated before but never saw naked, was a woman I could “trust” to keep her humiliation to herself.

Eileen was a thirty-one year old married brunette with no kids, a gorgeous face, and an elegant figure. At five foot seven inches, her hair was long, dark, and straight. Her eyes were brown. Her figure was slender, her thighs perhaps just a bit too skinny. But she was no stick figure. Her hips were just wide enough, and despite her near-skinny shape her tits were pretty large. C cups likely.

I exchanged pleasantries with Eileen, who had to admit that “I had these bad abdominal pains this morning, but they’re nearly gone now.”

“I’m glad you came in anyway, Eileen. Let’s take a look.” After the usual looking in her mouth and making a point to move in close to her face, I put my stethoscope to her chest. I moved behind her, and pulled her gown open. I asked her to breathe in and out as I held the stethoscope on her back, but my eyes were on her now-exposed tits. Mmmmm. Big, round, and firm.

I moved back to the front. I held the stethoscope to her chest down by her cleavage with my left hand, but my right hand was cupping her left tit. Nice and firm. I could see by her expression that she was suspicious why I was fondling her tits when her complaint was abdominal pains, but she said nothing. Her nipples got hard from my fondling and pinching, and her areolas puckered. She had long nipples.

I said, “Okay, lie back on the table.” Eileen closed the top of her gown, but as Eileen lied back, I opened her gown at the bottom. She was wearing tight blue cotton panties. Without hesitation, I grabbed the sides, and tugged them down her legs. Eileen lifted her butt off the table until her panties were down off her, and I slid them down and dropped them on the chair.

Eileen had a nice dark brown patch of pubic hair. It may have been trimmed back from her thighs a bit, but it was pretty full and long. I liked it.

I tapped on Eileen’s stomach and abdomen and asked her if it hurt. Then I pulled out the stirrups. I took each of Eileen’s feet and put them into the stirrups, getting in a few feels of her long smooth calves.

I had the syringe prepared and in my lab coat pocket. She didn’t even see it before I quickly injected her. She only looked at me with a shocked and quizzical expression. “What was that?”

“It’s a drug that is used to immobilize patients so they won’t make involuntary movements during surgery. You won’t go to sleep. You’ll know what’s happening, and you’ll feel everything. But you won’t fight me.”

Within seconds the drug weakened her. I grabbed some restraints from the lower drawer of the cabinet. I tied her limp hands above her head and to the corners of the table, and wrapped one around each of her ankles, securing her into the stirrups.

Her feet were in the air, spread wide. Her pussy was fully exposed to me. She could only stare at me as I opened her gown and admired her large breasts sitting high on her slender torso. Her areolas were fairly wide and pink on her fair skin, and her nipples still erect. Eileen could only stare up at me, emitting small gasps and whimpers, as I stood at her side and massaged her bare tits.

I leaned over and planted my mouth on her right tit, and suckled her hard nipple. I did the same with her right tit, leaving a trail of saliva on her tits. I kissed my way up her chest and neck, and then kissed her lips. Her eyelids were heavy but she knew what I was doing as I slid my tongue inside her mouth and found her lethargic tongue. I made out with her while feeling both of her tits.

I slid my right hand down her torso, and rubbed her hair-covered pussy mound, occasionally combing my fingers through the thick long hair. I slid my middle finger into her pussy, and was not surprised to find it moist. Good, I didn’t need to use the lubricating jelly that I had stashed in my lab coat pocket.
I moved back between Eileen’s legs and inserted several fingers into her pussy as I stood above her. I leered down at her as she stared up at me with a drugged but frightened expression on her whimpering face. I diddled her tight pussy, both for pleasure and to get it all lubricated. I could feel Eileen’s pussy muscles contracting some, but she was too weak to fight much.

I dropped my pants, gave my cock a couple of strokes, and laid the hard unit on Eileen’s pubic mound. Massaging her bare thighs on each side of me, I slid my cock up and down, feeling her coarse pussy hair sliding along my shaft.

Once completely hard, I aimed my dick head at her exposed slit, and slid it in.

“MMmmmmm!” was all that Eileen could muster. I thrust in all the way.

I grabbed her hips and humped quickly, feeling my cock shaft sliding along her pussy walls. Then I thrust harder, and Eileen’s torso started to shake as I pumped into her. Her big tits started to bobble on her chest.

Eileen could only muster a low moan, like some drunk. “Hummmnunnng.” I thrust harder, and her groans became rhythmic as her torso was pulled up and down. “Hummm. Hummm. Hunnngh.”

I was thrusting rapidly now. Eileen’s body was getting thrown around quite a bit. Her tits were bobbling all over, nearly in the opposite direction of her sliding torso. Our hips made loud slapping noises each time they met. Her slender thighs shook also.

“Mmmm. Hummmm. Hungggh!” grunted Eileen as she got tossed.

Then I decided to use that tube of lubricating jelly that was still in my pocket. I pulled out the tube, but some jelly on my middle finger, and worked the digit into Eileen’s asshole. She moaned louder as my finger slid deeply into her asshole. But she got even louder when I pulled my cock out of her pussy, put on a lubricated condom, and began to work it into her ass.

I pushed her legs back to bring her asshole to the edge of the table, and managed to slowly slide my throbbing muscle into her ass. It was tight, and I asked out loud, “Do you let your husband fuck you in the ass?” Of course Eileen couldn’t answer.

I stroked rapidly again, thrusting in an upward motion, and with all the foreplay and all the tightness, and staring at the hot slender naked wife below me, I gushed sperm into my condom in her asshole.

After cleaning myself and disposing of the used condom, I grabbed Eileen’s panties off the floor. I slid them on her legs and up over her butt. She was starting to come around but was still pretty limp, so I took the liberty of sliding her pants up her legs and over her bottom, putting her bra on her chest, helping her up to a sitting position, hooking her bra, and pulling her shirt over her head.

Once I got her shoes on her, I got her to stand up. She was conscious but still too groggy and too shocked to say a word.

“Eileen, I want to thank you for having consensual sex with me, which is what I’ll tell anybody if you should make a complaint. So I will trust you to be discreet about your little office visit with your family doctor.”

I helped Eileen out the front door, and made sure that she got to her car okay. A few minutes later I looked out the window, and her car was gone. I’m quite confident that I will never see or hear from her again.

But she was a good fuck while it lasted. I love my job.