All characters portrayed are at least 21 years of age. Any similarity between the characters and real people is mostly a coincidence. Except for me of course, I'm real, I think.
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I was just about to put my clothes back on when Dr. DeShade whipped out a digital camera and started taking pictures of my naked body. He had just completed another one of my routine monthly physical exams and was standing near the door, watching me get dressed.
Fruitlessly attempting to cover my 36D boobies with my tank top, I said, "Doctor! What do you think you're doing?"
"Now, now, don't worry your pretty little blonde head over this. It's a bit too complicated for someone such as yourself; suffice it to say I require these pictures for the upcoming medical convention. You are the picture of health, with perfect skin, perfect teeth, perfect hair, perfect titties (he reached across and gently squeezed my left breast), and the most perfect little pussy I've ever had the pleasure of examining."
Lowering his hand from my breast to my crotch, the doctor cupped my clean-shaven pussy in his palm. Then he stuck his middle finger into my twat, shoving it in and out, rubbing along my clit, making me instantly wet. My knees started getting weak, and I almost fell to the floor.
"Uhhhhhhh . . . . . . . ohhhhhhhhhh . . . . . . . . but . . . but doctor, this seems . . . . . . . . oh gawd . . . . . . highly irregular."
"Nonsense! Its all very above board and professional. I wish to show my colleagues the fruits of my labors. The perfect patient! You, Miss Cat, you are the end result of my highly acclaimed skills as a physician. I wish to show them what they could achieve if they were to set their minds to it."
"Oh, uh . . . I see. Well then . . . . oh geezus . . . . . if you must. I'd be happy to do . . . . mmmmmmuah . . . . whatever I can to help advance medical science. However, if you keep fingering me like tha . . . um . . . um . . . um . . . I'm afraid I'm going to gu . . . gu . . . gush all over your floor."
Quickly extracting his finger, the doctor said "Oh quite right, sorry about that. I guess I just got carried away. Perhaps you should lay back on the examining table and catch your breath."
Placing his middle finger in his mouth, the doctor noisily sucked on it for a few seconds, then stuck his hand in the pocket of his lab coat. I laid back on the table, my legs spread open and dangling over the edge. Because of this position, and because of the attention given it by the good doctor's fuck finger, my pussy was gaping wide open, the pink inner folds exposed, my clit sticking out near the top. The doctor continued snapping pictures, getting some good close-ups of my cunt. It must be a convention of gynecologists, I thought to myself.
"Miss Wolff, do you think you could pull your lips apart, I'd like to get some good shots deep inside your love canal. That's a good girl. Now, could you stimulate your clitoris, we need to get it a bit more engorged so that it will protrude a little further. It will be much easier to see on the computer screen, otherwise we're just wasting our time. That a girl, perfect! Flick it a bit more, pinch it, rub that clit, that's good, very good."
As I'm madly frigging myself, the doctor is snapping dozens of pictures, and I'm starting to wonder if this is really necessary. Had it not been for a powerful orgasm that surged through my body, tensing every muscle, leaving me unable to speak or even think straight, I would have certainly given the doctor a piece of my mind. I gushed fluids all over my fingers and hand, where it continued to run down to my asshole and into my butt crack. The doctor had his camera a mere inches from my sopping twat; apparently it had a macro feature.
As I was slowly recovering, the doctor exclaimed, "Oh my, that reminds me, I haven't given you your monthly injection of hot protein. We want to keep that beautiful skin of yours in tip top shape don't we? Thanks to me and my innovative medical techniques, you could be on the cover of a magazine, eh? After I present my findings and show your pictures around, you may become a celebrity, at least within the medical profession. Doctors and researchers from all over the country will want to get their hands on you . . . . for an interview. Wouldn't that be grand? Well that's for the future, back to the present now. Seems you've managed to thoroughly lubricate that cute little anus of yours, now would be as good a time as any."
As he saying this, the doctor is undoing his belt and zipping down his pants, letting them fall to the floor. I'm still trying to get my voice back after my recent climax, thinking I should clarify again with the doctor exactly what the hot protein injections actually do. Before I can say anything, the exam room door opens and another doctor starts to walk in.
"Oops, sorry mate, didn't know you were busy."
Standing in front of me between my open legs, wearing a lab coat and boxer shorts, Doctor DeShade said, "No, no, not at all, come in, come in. Doctor Maurice I'd like you to meet my star patient, Miss Cat Wolff. Miss Wolff is the one I was telling you about, its her case history I'm going to present at the convention. Isn't she absolutely ravishing? And almost 44 years old, can you believe it? Because of my innovative technique, which I will be revealing shortly, Miss Cat looks like a 29 year old, wouldn't you say? 32 tops. I was just about to give her one of my special injections, would you care to stay and observe?"
I started to object. "Um, Doctor DeShade, shouldn't we keep this quiet, at least until after the convention?"
"Nonsense! Dr. Maurice is a good friend. He's from North Ireland you know, very honorable people there. You won't say anything will you Maurice?"
"Most certainly not Marky, my lips are sealed. Unless Miss Cat objects, after all its her tasty looking pussy that's on display, perhaps she'd like a little privacy?"
"Actually I'd . . . . "
Before I could finish my sentence, Dr. DeShade said, "Absolutely not! Miss Cat is used to being the center of attention, men ogle her all the time. She's quite used to it, and it doesn't bother her in the least. In fact, she struts around town in the skimpiest of clothing, she never wears underwear, and you should see her out on the lake! Always topless with the tiniest of thongs barely covering her nether regions. She's quite the "PT" if you get my drift. Just between you and me, I think she enjoys it, hehehe."
I'm not sure what Dr. DeShade meant by "PT", but it didn't sound complimentary. "Now just a second doctor, I . . . "
Interrupting me again, he added, "To be fair, she has a heart of gold and cares deeply for others. From what I hear, she's taken many a man (and a few boys, and one or two women) to her bosom, and comforted them when they were sad and depressed and in pain, either physically or emotionally. She has a very strong maternal instinct, and refuses to let anyone suffer, especially if she may be the cause. I also heard begging works quite well with Miss Cat."
With that said, how could I complain? I may be blonde, but I know a kind-hearted, well-meaning man when I see one. So I just smiled and allowed Dr. DeShade continue with his experimental procedure, even with an audience. He turned back to me and dropped his boxers to the floor, his fully erect cock bobbing up and down inches from my twat.