Submitted here is a reworking of an earlier piece posted to the now-defunct blog I mentioned in the description to the last item I placed here at Literotica. With apologies for being so engaged with the characters and their pecadilloes in the story I am currently working on, I have taken a brief break to---I hope---improve this story of a female doctor's interesting job at a college clinic and her opportunity to help a co-ed with some direction and guidance for a certain kind of activity with her boyfriend. ---Escriterra
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As the only female doctor on staff at the health center of a large midwestern university, my work has afforded me numerous occasions when I'm asked (even begged) to describe certain of my work experiences to "the girls"---four girlfriends whom I've known since college. We gather three or so times a year at a spa or for a cruise or just to kick back for a few days away from husbands and boyfriends and, now, a couple of kids among us. All five of us are successful women in satisfying careers, mostly happy in our relationships, and always supportive of each other when any one of us hits a rocky patch along the way. I am the only one, however, with a job that includes directing healthy, young men to disrobe for me, to climb up on my examination table on all fours and drop their chests to the padded surface so that their firm naked butts are high in the air with their lovely cocks dangling freely beneath them.
You can see that my friends would want to know how things are going at my job.
And it is quite nice employment. Being at a university clinic means the patients are mostly college students. My university serves a traditional college-aged, residential student body. Freshmen and sophomores are generally required to live in the dorms. All this means that on any given day the odds are not inconsequential that I'll see one of the male athletes or an embarrassed fraternity boy who's done something stupid during the unending series of greek pranks, or even just a studious chemistry major who happens to have the kind of lean, firm body that looks so enticing posed with his legs spread apart as he bends over for a prostate check.
I occasionally entertain our giggling group with a tale or two. They especially liked the telling of my experience with an initially truculent track athlete. (Sprinters, you know, have incredible butts.) This young man required two firm smacks on his naked ass along with an admonition that his coach would hear of his insolence during the required examination if he didn't comply with my directions to spread his legs and bend over.
Only Connie, one of our "group of five," remains unmarried. I'm hopeful that Eric, my boyfriend of a couple of years, will eventually be my husband. Things seem to be progressing in that direction. I love him, and I know he loves me. It will be a very nice life, and I'm so lucky to have found him. It took quite a while of looking for a man who understands the whole "equality" thing---in the workplace, in the kitchen, in the bedroom.
Maybe it's because I went to an all-girl high school. I count that as perhaps the single most important thing that has led to the success I now enjoy. Yes, I dated in high school, but without guys in the classroom there was not the constant loss of focus, the constant primping that invariably interferes with sustained thinking and working. My entire class got college scholarships.
And, yes, we were a normal group of girls---some pretty, some not so much, some interested in social work, some in teaching, some in science. I am absolutely convinced, though, that my high school experience prepared me better to work hard in college as a pre-med major, to master the organic chemistry, to nail the calculus, to survive internship, to pass the boards, than a co-ed high school ever could have done.
Along the way I had plenty of boyfriends, but I suppose my high school experience predisposed me toward not taking macho, self-indulgent crap from a guy. That's why I love Eric so much. He's my man---all man---but he's a chameleon in the bedroom, sometimes whisking me there in his strong arms to ravage me and pound me in the way I'm desperate for, but occasionally letting me set the tone and the activities that will get me off in the most satisfying way.
Lately, on two incredible, mind-blowing occasions over the past couple of months, that has included burying a strapon dildo deep into Eric's ass as he moans and squirms beneath me. We talked about doing it after a crazy night when I brought home some of the "doctor equipment" from the clinic in order to set the stage for a sexy role play. I had my smock, my stethoscope, tongue depressor, latex gloves, temperature wand---many of the accouterments that define a medical examination. I wanted to surprise Eric with a little in-home medical consultation that included a very thorough exam to check him out "just to be sure all your sexual equipment is in good working order."
Dr. Greene would be very thorough, I assured him.
We had such fun! What surprised me, though, was how much he got into the role. He pretended to be so embarrassed when I told him it was time to drop trou so I could check him for any sign of hernia.
(Embarrassed young men in my exam room, their reddening cheeks speaking volumes about their discomfort at having a female doctor manipulating their genitals, have always been my favorite patients. Go figure. There's just something about---what?---toying with their innocence?---having them in a situation that completely reverses gender roles? Or maybe I'm overanalyzing and it's just the fact that I have my latex-gloved hands on, and in, healthy young men. Whatever. But I can tell you that having a college junior from the men's basketball/swim/track/etc. team who's in great shape with toned muscles and who has to get an annual exam as part of his athletic scholarship requirements is a delight behind the closed door of my examination room.)
After Eric's hernia check came the necessity for him to bend over in front of me and touch his toes so I could spread his asscheeks wide in order to do a visual inspection for any signs of hemorrhoids.
I have always loved Eric's ass. Even on our first meeting, when he walked into a summer evening cocktail reception for one of the donors to the medical complex, I noticed his nice butt as it rounded out so deliciously in his linen pants. The first time I saw him naked, I asked him to turn around for me just so I could enjoy the view. He has strong, firm glutes that I love to grab and squeeze, so spreading him open for that part of our little role play was exciting both because I had his gorgeous naked ass firmly in my grasp and because it exposed his cute little asshole to my view.
"This is so embarrassing, Dr. Greene," he said as I looked at his adorable pink starfish.
Grinning, I lectured him as part of our drama: "You must have this kind of examination regularly, Mr. Destin. It is important that any signs of trouble with your urogenital system be caught early." I released his cheeks and told him to straighten up. "Now, let's proceed with your prostate exam."
Bless him! Maybe Eric really did have some kind of embarrassing experience with a doctor at some point in his past, but when he turned around, his face was red. I took his hand, noting that his palms were sweaty. (What a good actor!) "Now, now, Mr. Destin, don't be concerned. Even though I will be very thorough, I will be gentle when my fingers are inside you."
And on and on it went that night. I discovered how much Eric enjoys ass play. Away from the restrictions of professional decorum, I was free to play out my wildest fantasies as a doctor in charge of a naked male. In the process, I learned of my man's eagerness to be spread open, to have his anus caressed, to be penetrated with my fingers, and to be jacked off at the same time, causing perhaps the most explosive orgasm I have ever seen him have.
The evolution to strapon man-fucking had begun for me. It had begun for Eric.
Certainly none of what Eric and I do is ever anything I share with "the girls." Yes, I occasionally enjoy titillating them with clinic tales, but I would never tell them about what I've done in my own bedroom with my man.
And that goes for what I'm about to share, too. The girls will never hear what I'm about to relate. Even Eric will never hear about this. Only the comfort of anonymity and the process of writing this alone at my computer allows me the opportunity to interrupt the story, as I know I will, in order to pleasure myself with fingers, lotion, and vibrator. And I will do this more than once because what occurred is without doubt---except for Eric---the most intensely erotic event I have ever experienced. The memory never fails to moisten my pussy, and I've replayed the scene countless times since it happened right before Christmas break.
Julie was a junior accounting major. She was not dazzlingly attractive in the way the sorority girls with that reputation on our campus are. No, Julie was a hidden gem with a great body that she usually didn't dress to accentuate and a pretty face generally unaccented by make-up. To look at her, you might think, "Prototypical uptight, middle-class, away-from-home-for-the-first-time college kid without a clue about the real world."
You would be very, very wrong.
I was taken aback by her straightforwardness in asking me questions during a visit for a pap smear. "Is there anything special I should do when I play with my boyfriend's ass to make sure I don't hurt him?" she inquired. I almost dropped the speculum.
