Author's foreword — Be sure to check out my previously posted offerings
Male Sub Ch 01 — Sting of the Lash
and
Male Sub Ch 02 — Riding the Pole
here on Literotica! Enjoy!
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Emily sat on the doctor's scooter stool in an examination room as she awaited the arrival of Dr. Dan. It was time for her gynecologist to make sure she was in good health. She wished the cheap paper gown would cover her better as she looked over the medical posters and charts on the walls.
Some women have secret crushes on their male gynecologists and Emily was no different. He knows how and why a woman's body works as it does, and they're always courteous and professional while handling their intimate organs. They also handled their sexual parts without thinking he was going to get laid when he was done. In addition, Dr, Dan was nicely handsome and very rich. Rumor had it bears wished they were hung like him.
Dr, Dan arrived and closed the door. "Good afternoon, Emily," he said professionally.
"Good afternoon, doctor."
He consulted her chart. "Well, it looks like it's been seven months since your last exam," he said conversationally. "Have you been having regular periods?"
"Yes. Just like clockwork."
"Any strange discharges or odors?"
"Nope."
Dr, Dan took her pulse, temperature and blood pressure. Then he used a tongue depressor to have a look inside her mouth and noted his observations on his chart. "Any tenderness of the breasts?"
"Only during my periods, but that's normal for me. You noted that on my chart a few visits back."
"Okay," he said absently, looking over the chart again. He found the notation he made more than a year ago and nodded. "Keep track of that and let me know if it changes."
"Got it," she replied.
"Hop up onto the table for me, please."
Emily stood and got onto the examination table. "All right, I'm going to open your gown and take a look at your breasts," he said as he cautiously opened her gown.
Dr, Dan did the breast exam, feeling for lumps, thicknesses and looking for unexplained discolorations. "How long since your last mammogram?"
"More than two years."
"Now Emily—" he began reprovingly.
"Yes, yes, I know," she grumbled. "But you certainly have heard other women complaining about getting their twins squashed in an ice-cold hamburger press! Can't medical science find an easier way?"
"You'll be the first to know when I find out," he said, a medically professional non-answer. "But in the meantime—"
"I'll schedule a mammogram before I leave today, you nimble-fingered sadist."
Dr. Dan grinned and continued the breast exam. He noted the findings on the chart when he was done.
Emily's observation of his nimble fingers was right on the mark—she had gotten a bit turned on by his kneading, knowledgeable fingers. She knew there were medically important reasons for the methodical fondling, but it still felt good.
"Okay, sit back for me please. Put your legs in the stirrups."
Emily lay back on the exam table's upright cushion and placed her legs in the support channels in preparation for the pelvic portion of the exam.
"You and your husband been having a good sex life?" Dr, Dan asked as he rolled the scooter stool into position.
"Yeah, pretty much."
He looked up at her. "`Pretty much'?"
She looked a bit embarrassed. "My husband says I don't climax as easily as I used to," she admitted.
"Okay, we'll look into that," he said as he carefully moved her paper gown out of the way.
A few minutes passed as he did some mysteriously important things. Emily tried to stay still and relaxed as she looked up at the ceiling while he was busy.
"I'm ready to start the internal examination," he reported.
"Go ahead."
She watched as Dr. Dan squeezed a bit of lubricating jelly onto the fingers of a stainless-steel speculum, making sure it was evenly applied. "Okay, please relax and hold still. It might feel cold. Let me know if you feel a pinching."
"Go ahead."
Emily willed herself to stay still as the handsome Dr. Dan inserted the speculum into her vagina. It slipped in easily. "I'm going to open it now."
"Go ahead."
Dr, Dan worked the handle to cause the internal fingers to spread apart. Emily tried a lot harder to hold still as her vagina was slowly stretched open. After a moment, it began to feel like he was trying to get enough space to let his Great Dane come in out of the rain! But she knew he needed her genitals open enough to see her vagina walls and cervix.
"Okay, that's enough," he said at last.
"You're telling
me?
" she muttered, annoyed. Emily felt like she had been opened far enough to allow the storage of two motorcycles and a riding lawn mower in her coochie.
Dr. Dan professionally ignored the snarky remark as he scooted the scooter stool closer. He placed a headband-like device on his head that held two slim flashlights and lowered his head for a look into her nether recesses.
Emily waited and tried not to move. The internal was the most difficult part of a gynecological exam—for both doctor and patient. There was no use in twitching or complaining since it merely drew out how long the process took overall. She wondered if he was enjoying the view in there, just as she wondered how many pussies he looked into every year.
"How long since your last intercourse?" Dr. Dan asked.
"Three days ago."