Katherine pushed down on the horn of her BMW, waiting while the old fart with the handicapped tag tried to parallel park. People on the street were staring at her, until she let go of the horn and sped off down the road. She resisted the urge to give the old guy the finger as she passed his car.
Katherine was having a bad day, but then most days sucked. The pool guy and the lawn boy had just quit on her, saying they were sick of her constant criticism of their work. On top of that her husband, the doctor, had agreed to do charity work and give free medical exams to some of the homeless people in town. He had done it at one shelter, decided he didn't like it and asked her to do the exams at the next shelter. She hated working with the lower classes, but the tax deduction was too good to pass up. On top of the bad drivers, poor help, and bums, she wasn't getting any at home. The doctor hadn't touched her in over three months and she felt like she was constantly horny.
Katherine parked her Beamer in the alley next to the shelter and entered the building. There were about a dozen homeless men hanging around waiting for her. A small office connected to the sleeping area was to be used for the examinations. A older man with a beard was there to assist her.
"What can I do to help, Doc," said the helper.
Katherine looked him over and sneered slightly. The words, "worthless hippie do-gooder" flashed into her mind. "Just tell the men to strip to their underwear and line up outside the door. Then you can go do whatever it is you do around here."
Snooty bitch, thought the man, but he nodded and left the room.
Katherine buttoned on a lab coat and found it was tight around her large full breasts. She heard the assistant yelling to the homeless to line up as she pulled on her rubber gloves. Some of the bums were griping about dinner and she guessed that apparently they weren't allowed to eat until finishing the exam. She got a whiff from the shelter and grabbed a mask to help filter out some of the unwashed smell from the men.
Katherine opened the door and rolled her eyes. Most of the men weren't wearing underwear and she got the feeling she was being punished for something she had done in a previous life. "Come on," she said pointing at the first guy in line.
An old man shuffled into the room and stood there while she went through her check list. She got his name, medical history, and asked him to turn around and bend over, running her hands along his back. She pulled up a chair and sat before him. His underwear was dirty and full of holes. She cupped his testicles underneath his underwear and asked him to cough. He giggled and she felt disgusted when his little penis started moving underneath his underwear. She hadn't seen an erection on her husband in months and this pissed her off even more. "Next," she yelled pushing him out of the room.
The next guy was a toothless old black man who giggled the whole time she examined him. She had never examined a black man before and crinkled her nose in disgust the whole time she touched him. Katherine pulled up her chair and gasped. He wasn't wearing any underwear and his penis was the biggest she had ever seen in her life. It was slightly erect and about seven inches long. She cupped his testicles and the big penis grew until it was pointing right at her mask covered mouth. Dear god, she thought. It must be nine inches long.
"Sorry," said he black man. "I ain't never had a pretty white lady touch old jumbo before."
"Next," she yelled pushing him out of the room. She heard several of the bums applaud when they saw his erection. Katherine briefly wished her husband had a penis that big or even one that got that hard. Anyway, god had to give that black man something to make up for what he had done to the man's life.
Katherine examined a few more white bums before coming to another black man. Now that's a penis, she thought seeing the monstrosity dangling between his legs. The man was in his late forties and except for his penis, completely forgettable. She was in a daze going through the exam, picturing his big black rod in her head. It only served to remind her of how horny she was.
Katherine sat down and cupped his balls. His penis immediately turned to steel. It was probably eight inches long and the fattest thing she had ever seen.
"Don't you want me to turn my head and cough," he asked with a grin on his face.
Embarrassed, Katherine realized she had been staring at his tool. It was also pointed right at her mouth and he was starting to make little thrusts, like he was imagining she was sucking on it. She was thankful for the mask. Angry and disgusted, she shoved him out the door.
The next patient was an old white man with a penis even more laughable then her husbands. She guessed it was as big as her thumb as she peeked through a hole in his underwear.
As she neared the end of her examinations, Katherine noticed a pattern had developed. She had examined six white men and four black men so far. The white men's penis's ranged from four to six inches and only got semi-erect. None of the black men had a penis under seven inches and to the man they were all fatter and harder then the whites. She remembered hearing a rumor that black men were bigger then whites, but had shrugged it off as nonsense. She found herself anticipating seeing how big the next black penis was.
Katherine's mood was getting worse as the day wore on. She was sick of looking and smelling all these homeless men. She was also feeling cheated. All but one of the men had a penis bigger then her husband's and with the black men, all it had taken was one look or touch to make theirs become hard as a rock. She had everything she could ever want, but was stuck with a husband with a limp little five inch noodle for a penis. Life just wasn't fair.
Katherine sighed and got out the next form. The next to the last homeless man entered and without looking up she said, "Name?"
"Big D."
"Real name?" she said looking up at him. Katherine did a double take when she saw the man. He was a handsome black man in his late teens. She could see a well defined chest beneath his tight tee shirt. He was the first black man she had examined who actually wore underwear and it looked like they were about to rip apart from the size of the penis they were imprisoning.
"Dunnell Jackson," he answered admiring her well developed body straining against her white doctor's coat. She had her long brown hair up conservatively and was wearing glasses on the edge of her nose. Big D guessed she was the type of woman who was ashamed of her body and resented all the male attention it got her. There was usually a slut lurking somewhere underneath the conservative facade of women like this, just waiting to be unleashed.
