affected role public figure : Marie Davidson

33years. 120Pounds. 5'4 ”.

My wife was going to get her annual accomplished physical. She had never seen this medico before. We just found him in the local anesthetic listings.

We were both very activated as we waited in his exam way. My wife was terrified. She hated doc exams. They are hugely block and humiliating and often abominable for her.

I could see the fear on her case as we waited and waited.

After a 45 minute time lag because the doc had some sort of hand brake he had to deal with, the door opened and the doctor came in. The recollective hold and the anticipation made us both as wound up as hoi polloi can be. Every brass in my eubstance felt electric. And then ...

We were both stunned. I could see the look of shock on my married woman 's side, and I am sure I had one also.

This guy was HUGE !

I am six foot two inches and he towered over me. Probably four inch taller than me.

But I did n't understand the real implication of this until the next moment when it all coagulated in my mind.

We both stood to recognise him as he suck out his hired man to shake mine first.

His bridge player was monstrous. My paw disappeared into this vast clenched fist with the fatty fingers I have ever seen. Palming a b ball was not a problem for this guy.

Then he shook my wife's deal and her lilliputian hand completely disappeared into the meaty fist and I saw the horror on her face as she stared at his enormous hired hand. She knew that those humongous fingers would soon try to penetrate her delicate vagina and that thought terrified her.

We all sat while he asked some inquiry. The only medical concern she had was that she had been bleeding very heavy last few menstruation. And having lots of pain and some incontinence.

He said something like,"we will see if we can count on this all out."

I could n't stop staring at his huge fingers.

Then he said the quarrel I had been waiting to hear,

"Alright, if you will remove all of your clothes and put on this gown I will be back in a min and we can get started."

I might feature forgotten to cite that I am a big pervert and I love Dr. exam. Actually, I love anything that gets my married woman naked in forepart of another man.

Massages, Doctors, nudist clubs…

But a Doctor of the Church examination is the intimately. Not only will this strange man see her completely nude in a mo, but he will feel her all over. And finger her !

The second he said,"have off all of your clothes ..."my prick grew ten times.

She started to tear off her shirt and I got down to undo her shoes.

I knew she would try to get the nightgown on as fast as she could, but when she got her top off and was undoing her drawers I started feeling her knocker. She tried to push me away. An contention we had had many times before. Every year in fact at her yearly exam.

"Come on. You said I could feel you a fiddling before the exam."She knows I love this so much. Finally she acquiesced and I felt her up as she took off her pants and undies. I was in heaven. She was undressing for a strange man and I was feeling the most amazing firm breasts.

I rubbed her nicely trimmed mound and slipped a finger inside her. She pushed me away.

I protested, and begged,"just a little please."

Again she let me rub her pitcher some but when I slipped my finger in again she pushed me away and put on the gown.

But I got my spirit and my putz was rock hard.

I tried to convert her that if she was aroused the examination would be easier because her natural lube would allow the legal document and fingers to slide in more than easily.

And I believe this is honest, but she was not convinced.

She sat on the tabular array in the thin out gown and waited. She was already all red with plethora and now she was also mad at me. So she was starting this exam already really tense. When she is tense pelvic exams are always more painful.

She looked so vulnerable and affright and young sitting there. Her thighs exposed nicely below the short examination scrubs. Erect nipples poking from under the lose weight gown. It was so hot. I felt bad for her campaign I knew how scared she was. But still I was rock hard.

I kept feeling her up through the gown as we waited.

I knew she was scared of this guy and his fat finger's breadth. Internal exams always hurt her. She has a small vaginal opening and I think it gets blind drunk if you do n't stretch it for a while. So I had not had sex with her for one month before this exam.

We both knew this would be afflictive for her.

The doctor came in and said,"lets get started."

He did routine oculus and ear stuff first. I was fascinated by how bantam she looked in his monstrous hand. He moved her head around and she looked like a doll.

Then he opened the nightgown in the back to listen to her lungs.

The aspect of her beautiful back and bottom bare on the table was heavenly.

When he was done he went to the front and said,"lets have a look at your boob now."

She whispered,"Okay."

As he stood in presence of her, towering over her, his huge deal picked up the night-robe on each shoulder and dropped it in her lap. Completely exposing her luscious chest to us.

And they are magnificent !

In my opinion.

At 33 her firm replete B cup breast still point out on her chest. Barely any sag at all. Lips-red, silver-dollar-sized areola and rock knockout nipples.

This initiative pic is the good theatrical role of an exam for me and the intellection of exposing herself to a unusual man terrorizes her. I love this import. In my idea it lasts minutes.

The doctor and I both stared at my wife's bare chest. As we looked I could see the red blotch start to appear on her chest and belly. She was about as embarrassed as she could be. Here was this stranger just staring at her breast. It was so humiliating for her. And she knew I loved it, so that made her mad as well. She just stared past the doctor at the wall.

After we just took in the horizon for what seemed like a long clip, the MD said,"alright."

he then put one hand under a breast and put his other mitt on top of it and started squeezing her bare breast between his hands.

He did this technique on both knocker just feeling the unharmed breast and rolling it around between his hands. Then he started pressing and lifting.

This is when she started wincing. Her breasts get very sore about a workweek before her point starts. And this was that demand day, so they were extremely huffy already.

As he pushed and squeezed her white meat she winced and squirmed to a greater extent and more. I could see teardrop welling up in her eyes. That was unusual. It did n't usually spite that much, but sometimes they are very sore from her cycle.

The MD seemed totally oblivious to her irritation and just continued to mangle her fragile beauties. And he was very rough with them. He squeezed them squiffy than doctors usually do it seemed to me.

He finished with each knocker by pinching with the fingerbreadth of both custody underneath the breast and both pollex on top.

He squeezed and slid his script from the base all the way out to the end of her nipple. This looked brutal, even if her breast were n't already sore. It looked like he was trying to pull her off of the board by her breast.

"Ow ! Ow ! Ow ! Ow ! Ow !"she cried as he pulled so brutally on her. Then he repeated the move on her other breast.

"Owww !"she cried out.

As he said,"that looks good,"and turned away, my wife wiped the split from her eyes and sat staring straight ahead. She hated us both. She loathed me for enjoying this abuse of her.

And, she knew the worst was yet to come.

The doctor turned back with the chart in his hand and asked,"did n't the nurse get your weight and BP ?"

My wife didn't say anything so I finally said she had not.

He said,"well lets do that real flying if you will step over here,"as he walked to the just scurf against the wall.

My wife pulled her gown up and held it at her neck instead of tying it and walked over to the scale.

The view from my seat was splendid. Her all back and fundament and all of her legs were fully exposed to me.

Even after all these years of marriage, she is the most glorious wight in my opinion. I could n't lie with her can more. house and bouncy. globe Class. Her comfortably feature.

She showed it to me as he took her weight and made her turning around for the height office. With her hand up holding the ties at her neck, the gown was lifted at the hem. I could just see her pink lips below the gown. And all of her fantastic, now fire-engine red, legs. Then she walked back to the exam table giving the physician the prominent rear view I just had.

He said,"alright lets do the pelvic exam now."

She meekly said,"okay."

He said,"slide down and put your invertebrate foot in the stapes,"as he pulled the stirrup iron out and extended them. Blood rushed to my already over pressurized member. My formal actually started to ache at this point.

I saw her face cringe as she knew he was about to reckon at her most intimate voice. Her freshly shaved puffy pink lips !

She put her invertebrate foot in the stirrups and I 'm sure as shooting that was his start view of her nicely knock off slit lips.

I could see on her fount that she knew it also. Her face had been furious. It was her, ‘ I hate every man'face. But now it was her frighten face.

She hated being exposed to a stranger.

The Doctor then said,"now slide down until your bottom is at the real end of the mesa. She moved again but not enough so now he said,"slide down until you feel your arse adjoin my hand."

I could n't see him touch her merchantman, but he was finally live up to and he lifted the nightie up to her knees.

The way he left it blocked her view of him and what was happening, and she hated it when medico do that. She pulled it down to her belly. Completely exposing her legs and pubic cumulation and some belly to us.

He looked at her questioningly and she said she likes to see what is going on.

He just said OK.

He put a hand on each of her adorable second joint and said,"first I will expect everything over on the outdoors and make sure we do n't see anything unusual."The look of his monstrous hands on her firm Edward White thigh was AWESOME !

He pushed on her perfect thighs and spread her stage and then turned his attention to her vagina. He poked her lips, which I had shaved that morn. I left a nice plot of land in front but trimmed where it goes out to the sides too far, and from her clitoral strong-armer down she was completely hairless.

When he first touched her, her completely body stiffened. Her genu closed and the doctor had to drive them back overt. He put his hand on her lilliputian knee and she looked like a child next to such a large man.

He touched her bare pussy backtalk and pressed on her whisker covered knoll. She seemed to move barely perceptibly. And I am sure involuntarily.

Her hands were clenched in clenched fist and all red and white knuckled.

She hated being touched by a stranger. And here was this monster of a man poking her most informal percentage. She hated it and was furious. With me, with him, with the entire medical community for requiring this humiliating ordeal.

I stood up future to her and took her clenched fist in my manus to comfort her. And I got a much better view while standing.

He felt her mound for quite a while. He asked if she felt any pain sensation or anything.

He slipped one finger barely into her and pinched her fat puffy mouth to check some gland he explained.

Then he said the moment most waited for time in this show.

He said,"now I will put one finger's breadth inside you."

She was now holding my hand, and immediate she squeezed it as hard as she could.

So it is crucial to recognize that at this point he has not put anything in her, and he has not taken the pap smudge yet.

He explained that lubricant can interpose with the rectify results of a pap test, so you are not suppose to use any lubricating substance before you take the pap smear.

MD often put one finger in a woman 's vagina without any lubricant to locate the position and figure of the cervix. This tells them where to put the speculum to get a dear prospect of the cervix.

I believe they are also suppose to use this ‘ one finger in the vagina'technique to determine the size of the opening. So they know what size speculum to use. But I have only known of one doctor who used anything other than a monetary standard, enceinte Steffi Graf speculum.

A really big instrument for a small woman.

Anyways, this guy did use the gravid graves, but we are not there yet.

Next he gloved up before putting this dry fingerbreadth into my married woman's petite vagina.

After he told her what he was going to do, he spread her lips some with his former deal and just rammed his tremendous digit into my terrified married woman's tiny vagina.

She squealed and pulled back on the table some, and he said,"you 're okay. Just relax."

This was a completely dry finger's breadth shoved into a very dry vagina. In a woman who was A-one tense from fear. It hurt. Alot. And him saying,"you're ok…"made her need to kill him.

He felt around and as he moved I felt her body vellication and squirm from the pain.

He then yanked it out and said,"OK, now we will put the speculum in and do the internal exam."

Again, she squeezed my hand as hard as she could.

As I said, he pulled out a large graves speculum but he kept it low so she did not see how big it was. We had talked about the unlike sizes and she was suppose to ask him if he could use a modest size, but she was so freaked out she forgot. And, supposedly, so did I.

Again, he had not taken the pap smear yet, so with no lubricant he rammed this large, metal instrument into my wife's garden pink vagina. He just pushed. I could see her delicate puffy pink lips pulled inward with the metal twist.

Again she pulled back on the table and this time in a very angry vox she shouted,"OUCH !"

He said,"I 'm dreary, but we cant use lubricant."He could have opened her with one manus to arrive at insertion easygoing. And he could suffer done it slowly instead of just pushing hard. And, he could bear used water as a form of lubricant. Not majuscule but better than dry. And as I said, he could get used a much smaller speculum.

Again you could see snag welling up in her eyes.

He said,"I'll give you a back to adjust to it."

In a few seconds he rotated the speculum and opened it. She squirmed and bit her lip and squeezed my hand and made small whimpering sounds.

She kept jumping every clock time he moved it. It must have been terribly abominable. The speculum was at least twice as wide as it should cause been.

When it was situated right he looked in and said,"well your cervix uteri looks good."

He took a pap smear and she jumped when he did, but she was not tearing up now. Now she was just pissed !

Again, I was standing at her side looking over her mound at the action, so I had a pretty well view.

When he took the speculum out he did n't close it any until only like a half column inch of the posting was still in spite of appearance her.

I have seen the technique of removing the speculum, and I know that they try to book it open as they remove it so they can see the side of meat of the vagina. To calculate for lesions or anything that looks strange. But they try to shut it as they are removing it because the end of the bills are much spacious than farther up on the waistline of the instrument. bottomland lineage. It hurt like blaze. And it looked like he intended for it to hurt !

She made a strait and pulled back and squeezed my hand so hard. Her hand wring were a really a good provender back mechanism on her pain story. And that one hurt.

"Now I will do a digital test,"he said,"and this time I can use lubricant so it wont be so uncomfortable."he had a ‘ pleased with himself'look on his boldness like that made the previous pain acceptable. I knew his detached attitude was making her madder. And ‘ uncomfortable,'is not how she would draw it.

He sat down and what my wife did n't see, but I did, made me hug her hand as grueling as I could.

I 'm an secret. I probably do n't really live what that means, but I am complicated. I love the pain and her humiliation, but sometimes I hate it. Sometimes, for exemplar, at a nudist camp or something, I'll get all envious and try to go on people from seeing her. But I really love showing her body to strangers. Sometimes I want to protect her. This, for about thirty endorsement, was one of those times.

I squeezed her hand as intemperate as I could and my innocent, compliant wife looked at me with a confused and scared smell on her beautiful face. I was scared for the bother I knew she was about to feel. I wanted to stop the ordeal. But then I looked at the scene, and my putz involuntarily jerked and spurted some precum.

The go prison term she had jumped from the pain, her long curly hair flew into her face and she had shaken it back. But did n't use her men. So right now one lock of silken curls was stuck on the side of her thick lips. She was a beautiful creature. Her lips were begging for my penis. The brown silky curls pointing the way to her perfect mouth.

Her oculus changed quickly to terrified as she saw the terror on my face.

She screamed, and I mean screamed,"OUCH !"As she sat erect and tried to pull away from the doctor ramming, and I mean ‘ ramming'TWO of his monstrous fingers half deep into her vagina, aided by the bountiful lubricant. She later told me she was indisputable he had torn her pelt when he did that. The pain was so intense. She said it felt like a knife cut her lips.

He had his other hand over her second joint, right-hand by her belly and held her in place with that hand so she could not pull out any.

It was an awesome sight. He completely surrounded her thigh with his huge hand so she could not displace. And his fingers were buried irregular metacarpophalangeal joint deep in my married woman's vagina.

He said,"ill impart you a second to get used to that."

It was going to consider a lot Thomas More than a second. I am an medium guy, but honestly his indicator digit was nearly as widely as my phallus. Not quite. And now he had rammed two of them into her.

He had obviously bottomed out. I knew he was bottomed out because as he pushed into her, she moved back the adequate amount.

She settled back onto the table and onto his fingers.

He stood between her bare white branch with two fingers in my married woman's vagina, then he started pushing on the sleek hair of her bush. I had shaved her from her clitoral hoodlum down. So from my position I could see the bare brim of her puffy pink pussy squeezing his fingers.

"Before we do anything else lets try out your heftiness tone of voice,"he said.

She had told him abut having urinary self-gratification and he said that he would test her muscle tone and that often Physical Therapy will solve the problem if it is just poor muscles.

So with two finger still in her he said,"now I would care you to squeeze my fingers as hard as you can when I say to. As if you are trying your honest to curb back an overfull bladder."

"okay, squeeze."his eyebrows went up as he exclaimed,"oh ! Very good."he twisted his finger in her vagina, then he said,"and again."and again he said,"Excellent !"

He seemed genuinely surprised at how substantial her vagina muscles are. And wow, they really are !

While moving around his fat fingers in her vagina, the Dr. said,

"fountainhead that is not your issue. You have very good muscular tissue tone in your vagina. Do you do exercises ?"

My shy wife answered immediately in a very belittled meek voice.

"Yes, I do kegels all the time."It seemed like he sort of grinned. Probably not, but he was certainly thinking about her tight vagina and those crack strong muscles.

He continued to poke his fat fingers into her debase pussy for a really long time.

He shoved his fingers in as deep as they would go. I could feel her motility back as he did. When he located her ovaries and pinched them between his two enormous fingers which were in her vagina and his other hand on her belly, she squeaked and jumped and grimaced.

He did that on each side, and again, it seemed to me that he wanted to stool it hurt more than it needed to. He rolled her ovaries as she grimaced and squirmed on the table.

Even with all his pushing, he never got is digit in profoundly than one-half way.

Finally he, and she, had had enough and he pulled his sopping foaming fingers out of her and her vagina immediately snapped shut.

And then, as he was doing it, so she had no monition, he explained that he was about to put one finger back in her vagina as he put one in her bottom.

I could see the panic on her face as she wanted so much to shout NOOO ! ! ! I know she was picturing the size of those huge fingers.

But he did it and she pulled away and bit her lip to keep open from screaming. For a moment she had ascendancy. But he plunged deeper in a s and her read/write head went back in a strained excruciation that I have never seen before, and she groaned.

He prodded her like that for about three minute and she stayed tense and arched the whole time.

Then it was over.

My globe were about to explode.

He took off his gloves and my married woman sat up, put her base down and put the scrubs back on.

I was sad it was over but my balls couldn't bring too much more. I'm surely she was so grateful it was finally over.

But the Doctor wasn't done with us yet.

"So I did n't see anything really unnatural in the exam that would explain your unusual catamenial cycles,"he said.

"But your uterus and uterine cervix seemed a little stiff. I would await more mobility in the womb of a char your age. That could suggest something unnatural"

"An ultrasonography would leave us to a greater extent information, but I think a simpler test might be an endometrial biopsy. Have you ever had one ?"

She looked at me confused and I said,"no I do n't believe so."

"Well they are very coarse and performed in a doctors office so I thought you might accept had one and be familiar with the procedure.

He explained the procedure which involved holding the uterine cervix with an especially horrible tool—my terminal figure, not his—they call a ‘ clinch'and putting a canula into the uterus through the cervix to hoard cells. On the surface sounded fairly no big deal.

"If it were scheduled we could sustain recommended that you take some Tylenol before the procedure and that would all but wipe out any discomfort."

That could n't have been a adult lie.

"But if you want to get it now and get it over with I have done many without Phenaphen. And I could give you a guesswork of novacain and that would do away with any discomfort. But they typically are n't very uncomfortable."

Another huge lie.

So my married woman looked at me for my feeling and I just shrugged. I knew my desires would override any logic I had, so this had to be her decision.

And I was surprised to realize that even though I love medical porn and learn all variety of stuff about women and music, I did n't know what this process was.

She finally said,"well I 'm already here."

"Great. I'll get some supplies and be rightfulness back."

I hugged her as she sat on the end of the exam table. And of course of study I felt up her magnificent knocker while I did. She was so out of it that she did n't even object. And they are marvellous. They stand out so steadfastly on her breast. Firm and muscular. With rock-hard tit begging to be bitten. I squeezed them and flopped them in my hand.

The doctor came back and the nanny with him.

She had a tray of tools.

The doctor sat on the stool at the end of the table and said,"okay, if you will lay back down and put your base up in the stirrup. This time she wiggled her bottom down to the end of the exam table without being asked. When she was as he wanted, and she had pulled the nightgown out of her way again, he inserted the speculum again. It did n't seem to hurt any less this time. She grimaced and crawled back on the tabular array before settling back down and allowing the metal instrument to fully penetrate her.

The doctor opened it with the insensitivity he had shown throughout the exam. Again she squirmed and wiggled her abdomen. But she was obviously trying to make it. She did n't take a crap a sound this time.

When he had the instrument fully open he prepared a needle.

He said,"Now I will return you two quick injections—he actually gave her three—of novacain. You might feel a svelte pinch or cramp.

So the checkup feeling, I think, is that because there are so few nerve ending in the national parts of a trunk, that sometimes things like needles are n't felt at all. And sometimes its just a pinch because of so few nerve endings.

But sometimes things hurt like hell. Or maybe some women have more than nerve endings ? I dunno. But the ‘ pain sensation'or ‘ cramp'was n't close to what my wife seemed to experience.

As he plunged the first needle into her cervix, her whole body stiffened as if she were suddenly electrocuted and every brawn in her soundbox was fully clenched. Her pass went back against the mesa and her book binding arched up and she was buckram as a plug-in. Since she had the gown on with the opening in the front, as she arched it fell subject completely exposing the white meat farthest from me.

She barely started to relax and take root back to the table when he jabbed her again and she stiffened like that a second time.

I have never seen anything like that. The pain must have been excruciating. I have seen her brook set of injury including a broken rib and a broken leg, but I have never seen her tense with pain like that.

The tertiary one was exactly the Same. When she settled I saw that her face was covered in stew drop. She was panting and seemed out of breath. Her face was beet red.

The doctor was completely forgetful to her the totally time. With his attention all on her pussy.

"Now we need to open your oz slightly. I will put in gradually bigger rods. You should n't find anything.

She did.

She later told me they hurt like snake pit. But she said she hated him so much at that degree she was not going to turn over him the atonement of seeing her suffer out loud. She believes all medico primary design is to inflict pain on women. Don't get her started on mamography.

Before the doctor could debase her he needed to ‘ clinch'her cervix to hold it still. Clamp is not an exact de***********ion of this twist called a tenaculum which is really two very channelize deals that pierce the cervix to go for on to it.

The points are the size of a freshly sharpened pencil. That long of a level, maybe one quarter column inch, and a straight component part behind the dot so each stop is about a half inch long. Its a savage device.

He picked this affair up and I saw the distributor point and knew what he must be going to do with it. So I moved and went behind him. The nurse was on one incline knack over observation, and I went on the other position and bent down so I could see. I figured the worst was he would say go sit down. But he did n't seem to care.

He put the pecker into her vagina and the points on either side of her cervix and then squeezed them together with the handles and locked them closed.

SHE SCREAMED."OUCH !"But it was a crying sort of ouch. A articulation I have never heard out of her before. Her eyes were vast. She pulled back on her elbows and really pulled back from him a good substructure on the table.

But he was holding the tenaculum which was piercing her cervix. It looked as if he pulled her back down to the end of the table with the tenaculum. bout were streaming down her cheek. Her clenched fist were clenched to her chest of drawers as red and white knuckled as I have ever seen. She finally settled back down onto the table and the doctor immediately inserted a sound to stretch her out.

She pulled back and made a frightful sad strait. Still openly crying. The Dr. still oblivious to her reaction. Each rod caused her to grimace and draw in up on the table. And White knuckled each time.

Each large dilator hurt more it seemed. various times he said,"there you go. You're mulct, Just relax."She bit her lip so firmly it was bleeding a small. I knew she wanted to kick him.

He used four sounds then shoved in an superfluous long one to test the profoundness of her uterus. She again squeaked when he hit the back o her uterus.

Finally he shoved in the canula for taking the samples.

It was a plastic rod slightly smaller than a chaff. It has a rough opening on one incline and as you shove it in and out it scrapes electric cell info the tubing which collects the sample.

It was much bigger than the largest audio and again seemed to smart tremendously. As he shoved it in and out of her uterus through her now brutalized cervix uteri she was obviously in agony. He pulled on the tenaculum as he shoved the rod in and pushed on the torture device as he pulled the rod out.

She threw her head from side to side and arched her spine with each inward thrust. She was sort of grunting with painful sensation. The gown was completely candid from her activity and her breasts bounced magnificently on her sweaty chest. Her nipples were longer than I have ever seen. It was repulsive ! Tears streamed down her cheeks. I was certain she was about to squall ‘ STOP.'

‘ NO MORE !'

But she just cried and flopped about.

Finally he was done and pulled the canual out and gave it to the nurse. He opened the tenaculum but the points seemed to be stuck in the mess they had made in her cervix uteri. And it was bleeding. The doctor had to wiggle them and then jerk them out to dislodge them.

She jumped and screamed.

He handed the tool to the nurse who was already at the doorway and he said, merrily,"all done, you can get dressed now."

tears streamed down her cheeks.

I helped her put her cloths on.

After I took some pics of form. I made her sit on the exam table again. But nude, and I took photo. Then I made her lay back. Then I wanted one with my finger in her but when I pushed my digit in she snapped back to reality and just said,"no,"and jumped up and got dressed. I took more pics as she got dressed.

She did n't say anything to me for two days.

The biopsy turned up goose egg and her periods went back to normal on their own.

We did eventually get a vaginal sonography. It was awesome.

That Dr.'s office was closed future year when I called and he was no longer in the local listings .