As you may know by now, I love having my big tits played with by horny men. If a man shows my boobs attentions, especially my sensitive nipples, I become extremely horny and show him my gratitude in very slutty ways.
Men love staring at my body. I am 5'6, light brown complexion, with nice natural 38 C boobs. My tits and ass get a lot of attention, especially when I decide to wear tight, sexy clothes on purpose.
This story is about my lovely experience at a doctor's clinic when I was 24. I had seen a board of the private clinic of a male gynecologist when travelling in Mumbai. I wondered why a man would decide to get into that specialization. I also noticed that there never seemed to be much rush for his clinic. Being the adventurous woman that I am, I decided to find out what I could about the doctor on the internet, and if he looked good, I planned to get an appointment for a boob examination. I found online that he was in his mid to late thirties, not too bad looking, pretty decent figure. I touched myself a little, wondering what it would feel like to have his hands on my body.
The next day I made an appointment and he answered the office phone himself and took down the appointment details. His voice was deep and nice, and I couldn't help but touch one of my nipples as I spoke to him.
When he asked the purpose for the appointment, I said "Just a routine breast examination".
I felt a slight pause on the other end before he said "okay, sure" a little quickly.
That evening I got ready. I was fully waxed and shaved. I wore a nice sheer lace bra which the fabric felt amazing against my hardened nipples. I wore a matching lace panty and on top of that, a tight T-shirt and jeans.
When I arrived at the clinic, there were no other patients, just as I had hoped. My heart was beating very fast. I hadn't had any action for a couple of months and I was feeling pretty adventurous. Hearing the door open, he came out of his office and I noticed that he couldn't help but look at my body before quickly meeting my eyes again.
He looked just like in the pictures I found of him online. He was about 5'9, average brown complexion, but in fit shape, and had a nice stubble growing. His hair was combed in a side parting. He told me to please come into his office. It had fogged glass windows facing the waiting room, but across the middle of the room was a curtain behind which the examination bed was, for privacy while examining a patient.
I sat down across from him at his desk and he smiled and asked me what seemed to be the problem.
I said it was nothing particular, just that I had hoped to get a breast examination, which I lied and said I do routinely, but since I moved and was new to the city, I had just decided to get it done at the nearest doctor's office.
He said alright, he'll have a look. He asked me to go sit on the examination bed. I did so and he followed me and pulled the curtain closed for privacy. I smiled at him and he smiled back saying first he would just do a general check of the heartbeat.
He took his stethoscope and placed it on my chest above my left boob and asked me to take deep breaths. Then he did it on the other side of my chest above my right boob. Then he placed the stethoscope lower on my chest, just above my left nipple. I kept taking deep breaths but I'm sure my heartbeat had gotten faster. He could also hear the rising heart rate definitely. He slowly moved the stethoscope just above my right nipple and did the same. I was starting to get excited now.
He slowly moved his stethoscope again, this time dragging it slightly on my chest as he did, and placed it directly on my left nipple.
My breath hitched in my throat when I felt the hard plastic against my nipple, especially because of the fabric of the lace grazing against my nipple. I noticed him looking into my eyes for a moment and our eyes met.
He slowly and deliberately moved the stethoscope across my chest and placed it on my right nipple. By now, my nipples had started to become hard because of the direct contact.
He was looking down at my chest now. He moved the stethoscope away and said "Your breathing seems to be fine. It rose a little. Are you nervous?"
I shook my head and blinked innocently. I said "no doctor, I trust your examination."
He smiled and nodded and then told me that for the actual breast examination, he would need me to take my top off.
I said okay, and got off the bed and took off my top without waiting for him to turn or anything. I saw his eyes widen as he took in the shape of my magnificent boobs in the sheer lacy bra. It was see through and my hard nipple were poking through.
He managed to regain his composure just enough to tell me that in order to examine me thoroughly, I needed to take my bra off as well. I smiled and nodded and put my hands behind my back and let the bra pop off my boobs.
I could see him trying very hard to maintain his composure, but a slight bulge in his pants was starting to give him away.
He asked if I would like a vagina examination as well since I was here and I said sure, and pulled my pants off and panty as well.
He couldn't seem to keep his eyes off my body and told me to sit back on the examination bed so he could start. His hands moved from one boob to the other, rotating the palm of his hands at various parts of my upper breasts, and then doing the same with the pads of his fingers.
