I was so chafe when the speech sound call ended. A friend of mine who I 'd hooked up with a couple times called and said she had been diagnosed with an STD and was blaming me for giving it to her.

I knew it was n't me. She was the only mortal I 'd been with in month and we 'd used a prophylactic. She had just broken up with a boyfriend a few weeks before we got together. One nighttime when she was inebriated she called me since we 'd hooked up in the past -- she wanted to get laid, did n't want to call her ex and did n't require to just find some random guy at a bar.

We had become enough supporter at the clip. Like I said, I had n't been laid in months, she was pretty hot and we 'd had sex a few times before. I drove over immediately and had a slap-up metre.

Now here I was driving while talking to her again, but this time the conversation was n't going to have such a well-chosen ending. I drove home as quickly as I could, went straight to my computer and looked for the name and address to the nearest clinic. I was too embarrassed to go to my family doc who I had known since I was a boy.

Address and counseling in hand, I headed back to my car. The seat was 20 minutes away and when I got there, the waiting room was packed. Explaining to the receptionist why I came in was pretty embarrassing. I sat down, filled out the needed paperwork, and waited my twist.

After about an hour or so delay I was finally called back to a room. A disinterested nurse took my vitals and again asked why I was here. After a couple minute of arc I was left alone in the room to again expect for the doctor.

After another 15 minute wait, the doctor finally walked in the elbow room. It was a female doctor. I do n't know why, but it had n't occurred to me that the doctor checking me out for this could be a woman. She was attractive with what seemed like a nice figure under her lab coat.

'' So, you had a picayune fun recently and are disquieted you caught something ? '' she said bluntly as she shut the door while still reading my chart. She finally looked at me and said, `` You 're an attractive immature man. I suggest you remember to use a safe when you take some young woman rest home. ``

I was caught a small off safeguard, but cleared my throat. `` Actually, I 'm not that worried. I did use a condom. I 'm pretty sure she caught it from her ex, but decided to get checked just to be for sure and so she ca n't continue to find fault me. ``

'' I see, '' she responds. `` Well, let 's get a move on then. I 'm going to need you to pull your pants down and sit back on the tabular array. ``

I did as I was told and laid back, propping myself on my elbows with my flaccid tool exposed. The doctor turned from the supply cabinet with what looked like a rather hanker lot aid wrapper. She unpeeled the wrapping to expose an extremely long Q tip.

'' Unfortunately for you, the trial run to prove your pureness to this cleaning woman is n't preferred by most men. I need to insert this swab into your penis. It does n't need to go too deep or for too foresighted, but it will sting a niggling bit. ``

'' Wonderful, '' I said softly.

She held my prick with her gloved handwriting and slowly moved the swab to my tip. As her hand held my putz, I swore I felt her give it the slightest ticker up and down, just once. I thought this was odd. Unfortunately, my peter did n't see anything `` odd '' about it and reacted a little to the tactual sensation of an attractive woman. I grew just a slight. I swore I saw a slight smile on the doctor 's face due to the reaction.

The mop met the tip and she slowly began to enter it. She was decently about a slight burning at the stake. It was a little uncomfortable, to be honest, but not a searing pain sensation or anything. She pushed the swab about a half an column inch into my member and held it there. I swear she gave another rebuff pump to my shaft, again barely noticeable. My phallus again reacted and grew a little to a greater extent. Still far from an erection, but not just flaccid.

I really thought the exam would 've been over by now, but instead of pulling it out, she pushed the swab just a little foster into my pee kettle of fish. At that point, she began to plump for it out slightly, but then she pushed it back down to the like depth.

A slight, unvoluntary groan escaped my lips.

'' Sorry about that, '' she said as she finally pulled it out. `` Slipped, '' she explained with a sly smile on her face. `` OK, all done here. We 'll get this psychoanalyze and phone you in a few day with the issue. In the miserly time, I 'll write you a 'script for some medication. Even though you 're certain you are n't infected, it wo n't hurt to take the practice of medicine just in guinea pig. ``

She handed me the piece of newspaper publisher and left the room. I pulled up my pants and finally left the clinic. I went plate -- stopping on the way home for the book -- and went about my life story as I waited to recover out the results.

A few twenty-four hours later I got a call from the clinic. I was a bit storm to get a line it was the doc herself calling, I expected a nanny to give me the all clear, but she asked that I come back into the position as soon as I could. I explained that I was working until 5 so could n't be there until 5:30 or so, or would necessitate something the adjacent day. She said she did n't want to delay the designation any more than necessity so 5:30 or so tonight would work. This obviously made me pretty spooky and I went through the residue of the day in a daze. Finally, 5:00 hit and I headed back to the clinic.

I pulled into the parking lot and noticed it was void. I walked away from my car to the door and could see the sign out front said the clinic closes at 5 and the visible radiation were out. I was about to take the air away, annoyed that I had made a tripper there for nix, when I noticed a figure movement to the door. It was the nurse, who unlatched the bolt and opened the door.

'' Sorry about that, '' she explained. `` If we do n't put away up and reverse out the lights, masses will keep walking in. ``

'' Oh, no trouble, '' I replied. `` I 'm sorry that I made you stay after hours. ``

'' Not a fuss at all. Like I said on the phone, I think it 's best if I share my findings with you as soon as possible. Please, come join me in the exam room. ``

I walked back through the dormitory with her and into the Lapp room she had examined me in before.

'' Please take off your gasp and underwear and lay down on the table, '' she ordered.

I gave her a storm look. `` Please do as the doctor order '' was her only response. A little stunned by the request, I nevertheless obliged, stepped out of shorts and packer and laid down.

'' So, '' she resumed, `` I have good news. You are respectable and disease give up. So there 's no need to care about that. ``

'' That is great news show, '' I replied. `` Though that does make me even more rum as to why I 'm on your test set back half naked right now. ``

She laughed, `` Yes, that 's a fair full point. '' She rolled her chair finisher to me and I from the angle I noticed her blouse was unbuttoned slightly more than when I had previously been here and I got a middling properly eyeshot of her cleavage.

'' I noticed something the other day during our test ... how you ... um ... responded to what was happening. I 'm only noticed it a time or two before since I 've been working here in the clinic. In the past tense I 've let is go, but I 've become a little more singular about it and thought we should explore a little more. ``

'' How I reacted ? '' I asked.

She swiveled away from me on her death chair and rolled over to an exam tray that I had n't noticed yet.

'' Yes, '' she said. `` Have you ever heard of the term 'sounding'before ? '' I had n't and narrate her so. `` Well, it is a fetish. I 've become a little curious about it since our skirmish and read up on it a bit in the last few Clarence Day. I really think it 's something you 're going to savor. `` Of course of instruction, I think you can tell apart it 's sexual in nature by the term 'fetish'and the fact that I was leave to take in you here after hours. From what I 've read, this will present a man who enjoys it an unbelievable orgasm after enduring the genius. How does that sound to you ? Sorry, pun not intended, '' and she chuckled again at her joke.

I thought about it. She was quite attractive and I was pretty open minded to trying new matter sexually. `` Um, it sounds good, I guess. I mean, not really knowing what it is, but ... ''

Before I could say another Bible she responded with joy, `` Oh unspoilt ! I was hoping you 'd be receptive ! Then let 's commence ! ``

She finally swiveled back in my commission and rolled her commode and the examination tray in my guidance. On it, there were several long, stainless steel rods. They were all the same length, about 8 inches long with a metal clump at the top, but they ranged in diam.

'' Um, what are those, '' I asked, gulping a lilliputian and wondering what I had gotten myself into, `` and what are they for ? ``

She reached out and grabbed my penis and stroked it a piffling, not trying to get it hard right away, but obviously trying to give me some pleasure to ease my dread.

'' Well, these are called phone, '' she explained. `` They will slide into your urethra in your penis. ''

'' Wait, what ? ! ``

'' Oh, stay calm, '' she said, still gripping my penis slightly. `` So, the other day when I used the swob to test you, I noticed you seemed to enjoy it. I noticed the gasp of delight when I pushed it into you a little deeper. That was n't an accident. We will use a lubricant with a small bit of a numbing agent and the blade should slide much smoother than the cotton swab. ``

I just laid there, variety of in shock. I thought of getting up, grabbing my dress and running out of there to report the doctor to the medical board. But something kept me from moving and I remained. When I saw her grab a syringe with no phonograph needle I asked what that was for. She explained it was the lubricant she had mentioned and that from what she 'd studied, this was the undecomposed was to get it into my urethra to turn over me the most comfort as we started.

Still holding my half flaccid, half hard member, she inserted the end of the syringe into the tip of my penis and slowly depressed the plunger. I could palpate the gel enter going in. The medico smiled at me and then grabbed one of the rods, the close one on the tray.

'' Ok, from what I read, it is very authoritative for you to stay still while the strait are inside your urethra so we do n't cause any damage, do you infer ? ''

I nodded my header `` yes. ''

'' Good, then let 's begin, '' she said rather excitedly.

She slowly moved the rod towards the tip of my penis. We both watched, a bit wide eyed in prediction. She put the tip of the brand to the tip of my shaft and gently pushed down. Slowly, very slowly, the first half inch disappeared into my slam. As before with the literal examination, a gasp escaped my sassing. But this sentence, a moan escaped hers, as well.

She pulled it up slightly and then back in a little farther than the first sentence. The doctor held it there for a second and then very slowly -- excruciatingly slowly -- pushed it down more. I could sense the rod reaching my urethra, but it was n't painful. I ... I liked it ! She stroked my hammer very slightly with her fingertips, making trusted not to impress my member. The doc continued to let it slide into me, centimeter by centimetre. To my surprise, as she inserted the rod, my penis grew. Within a couple minutes I was completely grueling.

'' Oh my God, '' she exclaimed, `` I can feel the gibbosity of the sound as I stroke you ! '' I could also feel the departure when her fingers were over the area where the metal was inserted and it was pretty hot to deliver that constant admonisher of what was happening.

She soon had the length of the sound buried within me. There was a flat end at the top that ensured the phone would n't accidentally slip completely into my shot and allowed the doctor to spellbind it. I had closed my eyes and was enjoying the mellowness and the work her fingers were doing when I felt the speech sound removed from my body.

'' What are you doing ? '' I asked disappointedly.

'' Moving on to the next size. ``

She must bear seen a rebuff bit of awe in my eyes. `` Do n't worry, we wo n't go any thicker ... today. '' She let that close Holy Writ hang out there. She was letting me know in no unsettled terms that there would be other solar day of this and that we would use larger sounds.

She moved the phone in position and began to tuck it. Even though it was thicker, it was only slightly so, so she did n't need to locomote as slowly as with the first base one. Soon, the full distance of the sound was inside my jibe. She took her finger off the flat end and let it rest on my tip. I could slightly feel gravity wanting to do its job and let the weight of the rod teddy in farther, but could n't because of the width of the end. Ever so tantalizingly, her feel nails slither across my skin.

'' How does it feel ? '' she asked.

'' I do n't know how to discover it, '' I answered honestly. `` I guess maybe it burned a little as you first inserted the sound, but now I just finger ... stretched ... if that 's a feeling ? ``

'' Do you like it ? ``

'' Yes, yes I do, '' I half reply, one-half moaned.

The doctor hiked up her dame a small and slid her panties off her long legs. `` I am so get laid wet from this I ca n't even stand it. Finger me ! I think we both need to get off now ! ``

I reached under her bird and found her soaking mound. I began rubbing her lips, then inserted a digit. Shortly after, I added a second and began pushing them in and out as she moaned.

Her hands returned to the sound and my tool. Stroking my softly again, she pulled the rod up a trivial and then pushed it back in. I was more than used to the breadth now and the sound moved easily. Each time, she pulled it out a little farther before pushing the wax distance back into me.

I was lost in ecstasy. My fingers were still moving inside her snatch and she was building to her own orgasm, but all my mind could focus on was the sound in my stopcock. The full physician was fucking my hammer with the sound, pushing and pulling the full length in and out of me a quickening gait. Her other hand was barely stroking me now, Sir Thomas More just holding my stopcock fairly still. A mix of lubricating substance and precum was sliding out of my tip.

Then it happened. The Doctor of the Church moaned, beginning her orgasm. As she did, she lost control for a split second and pushed the sound down a little harder. It went recondite inside of me by the smallest of fractions, but it did.

'' piece of tail, fuck, I 'm cumming, '' I yelled. Cum spilled out past the sound and ran down my shaft and the doctor 's hand. She realized what was happening and pulled the sound from my shaft and I erupted onto my stomach.

After we both calmed down, the doctor walked to the counter and grabbed some paper towels so we could strip up.

As I finished dressing she said, `` I recommend a follow up appointment for next week. I think we need to figure out just how a good deal your cock can consume. ``

'' Yes ma'am, I 'll be here, ready for my exam ! ''