Sexotics Fantasy stories are about bizarre sex and not so much the plot. These are stories for those of you that have been-there-done-that and are looking for perversity; for those of you who watch porn and think that the directors have a million creative possibilities at their disposal and instead just shoot the same old suck-and-fuck. You won't find love, sensuality, beautiful character development, etc. in these stories and I need to warn you about that because many of us use Literotica for this purpose. These are stories for those of you who have dropped your pants to thousands of porn pics on Internet and have found something missing -- something wilder! -- and are looking for it in written print instead; for those of us who belief fiction is stranger than truth. I don't want readers to feel the wonder of erotic prose in the flow of my written words - I want to create a mad sense of reader arousal spiralling until personal control sitting in front of your computer is lost!
So what about today's tale? You know what the problem is with getting a career in the field that you love most? Day in and day out you deal with the same old shit over and over again until finally the very field that interested you most becomes a ho-hum exercise in boredom. Enthusiasm overkill.
Imagine what it must be like for a gynecologist! If there was one subject you surely wouldn't want to destroy your hunger for, it's pussy! What would it take to get a rise out of someone who stares at snatch hour after hour, day after day? In this imaginative story, we found out. Strap on your seat belt, especially for the 2nd chapter. It contains some perversity you've definitely never read before.
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OF COCKS & CLITS – Chapter 1: Gyno-Shock
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In only his fifth year as a prominent gynecologist, Dr. Mathias Jennings found himself with virtually no surviving sexual interest in the female anatomy. It had taken only five work seasons to completely eradicate all arousal for pussy. Despite the thirty-odd years of life he had spent building up an immense sex drive and wanton desire for anything snatch-related, his career had trounced all that remained of his vaginal libido.
He'd seen every color of pubic hair, ranging from jet black to ultra-light blonde. He'd examined perfect pubic triangles. He'd dealt with strippers with slim-shaved mustaches -- pussy mowhawks, so to speak. He'd seen enough smooth, bald snatches to even consider them fairly commonplace. He'd spread women with throbbing, swollen lips; so fleshy that they looked like they could attack and strangle. On the other hand, he'd spread perfectly pink, unblemished labias that folded inwards, giving true meaning to the word "slit". He'd seen intact hymens and the raw redness that could only come from decades of constant fuck-addiction.
In the beginning, he had thought he landed the career of his dreams. He was a bit younger then; built, attractive and single. Some of his patients clearly had the "hots" for him, and the daily grind wasn't without the occasional, mind-blowing reward.
As a quick example, his favorite career experience had been with a gorgeous stripper who could sense his battle to control himself at every one of
her quarterly examinations. Finally she must have sensed that it was too much for him. In 2nd year of coming to him, she basically leapt off the table one day in mid-examination. One thing led to another and before Mathias knew it, she was giving him a rapid and ultra-tight blowjob; one in which her entire throat was constricted around the full length of his shaft. Not once did she use her hands on his cock; instead she gripped the sidw of the examination table to give herself more leverage and momentum. She thrust her head up and down fast enough to rival the speed with which he jerked himself off when masturbating. Her silky hair slid back and forth across his stomach, and she rubbed her fullsome and unblemished breasts against the insides of his legs. She was a true master of fellatio and possessed a clear understanding that giving head was far more than just sucking cock.
Matthias didn't even remember an orgasmic build-up. She was working his cock so feverishly and fast that he seemed to be enjoying the hot tightness one second, and experiencing a full-blown climax the next. Unlike the usual flood of pleasurable bliss through his mid-section, this particular orgasm electrified his entire body. Gooseflesh surged upwards, exploding across every square inch of his skin. It was so powerful that he felt as though his orgasm was turning him inside out through his cock-hole!
He never saw a single droplet of cum - despite the unmistakable impression that she had emptied five or six complete, flood-like squirts from his balls. The intensely sexy brunette never even needed to wipe her mouth off. Speared so deeply in her throat, Mathias surmised that she didn't even need to swallow. His cum most likely shot right down the open pipe to her stomach. His hard-on was so completely enveloped by her mouth that he found himself wondering if sword-swallowing had once been a part of her stage-show performance.
He reminisced about the experience often, catching himself in a gazing day-dream during many examinations. It had been a mind-blowing experience but too long, and too many snatches ago. Uneventful years had followed and he had long since lost his youthful enthusiasm.
In short, there was nothing new; nothing exciting. Dr. Jennings didn't even wear his "boner belt" anymore. Upon graduating medical school, it was one of the unspoken rules that all male gynecologists simply understood. Men were men and there was no getting around the inevitable crotch swelling that occurred while examining attractive patients. But if such swelling was ever detected, the sexual implications would be legally disastrous. Thus, it was commonplace for male gynecologists to tie their manhood back with a tight piece of fabric around their waist. Hidden under their uniform, they would appear to be nothing short of perfectly professional during even the most mouth-watering examination.
The "boner belt" modification was one that Mathias Jennings hadn't required for close to two years - and thus, there was nothing stopping the incredible ballooning of his crotch when his cock surged back to life. It came with a twenty-four month vengeance completely out of the blue and totally unexpected. Lauren Dunn's examination started out as just another appointment - for the first minute or so.
There was absolutely no doubt that she saw what was happening. She looked right at his pants, then up at his face with a questioning glance. Mathias smiled wanly, knowing that it was a fruitless attempt at deflecting the issue. He thought of every senior citizen snatch and ever VD-ruined labia that he had seen in his entire career. It didn't help; there was no stopping his hard-on from stretching his slacks outwards.
He had never seen anyone like her, and she had clearly foreshadowed that fact with the warning she offered him when she first came in. She had clearly explained, with a deep red blush, that she was double-sexed. Mathias had no hermaphrodite patients, but he was still very familiar with the mechanisms behind the condition. Some women were simply born with a clitoris that resembled a small penises rather than a fleshy nub. What Lauren explained to him was far different and far more rare. She wasn't quite what one would call the usual hermaphrodite. She had a fully functional, full-sized penis and a fully functional vagina, complete with a clitoris.
