affected role public figure : Marie Davidson

33years. 120Pounds. 5'4 ”.

My married woman was going to get her annual nail physical. She had never seen this doctor before. We just found him in the local listings.

We were both very mad as we waited in his exam room. My wife was terrified. She hated doctor exam. They are hugely embarrassing and humiliating and often afflictive for her.

I could see the reverence on her grimace as we waited and waited.

After a 45 minute wait because the doctor had some sort of emergency he had to look at with, the room access opened and the physician came in. The long postponement and the prevision made us both as wound up as people can be. Every nerve in my trunk felt electric. And then ...

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

This guy was HUGE !

I am six infantry two inches and he towered over me. Probably four in taller than me.

But I did n't make the real meaning of this until the side by side moment when it all coagulated in my mind.

We both stood to greet him as he suck out his hand to shake mine first.

His hand was grievous. My handwriting disappeared into this Brobdingnagian fist with the fattest fingers I have ever seen. Palming a b musket ball was not a problem for this guy.

Then he shook my wife's hand and her bantam script completely disappeared into the meaty clenched fist and I saw the revulsion on her face as she stared at his tremendous hand. She knew that those humongous finger's breadth would soon try to click her delicate vagina and that thought terrified her.

We all sat while he asked some questions. The only aesculapian business organisation she had was that she had been bleeding very sullen shoemaker's last few time period. And having mountain of pain and some incontinence.

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

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

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

"Alright, if you will bump off all of your wearing apparel and put on this nightie I will be back in a minute and we can get started."

I might have forgotten to remark that I am a big degenerate and I love doctor test. Actually, I love anything that gets my wife naked in front of another man.

Massages, Doctors, nudist clubs…

But a Doctor examination is the best. Not only will this unusual man see her completely nude in a minute, but he will experience her all over. And finger her !

The instant he said,"take off all of your wearing apparel ..."my dick grew ten times.

She started to pull off her shirt and I got down to untied her shoes.

I knew she would try to get the scrubs on as fasting as she could, but when she got her top off and was undoing her bloomers I started feeling her white meat. She tried to crowd me away. An literary argument we had had many times before. Every year in fact at her annual exam.

"Come on. You said I could find you a little 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 paradise. She was undressing for a strange man and I was feeling the most astonish firm breasts.

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

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

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

But I got my feels and my shaft was rock hard.

I tried to convert her that if she was aroused the exam would be easier because her natural lubricants would allow the instruments and fingers to slither in more easily.

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

She sat on the table in the thin gown and waited. She was already all red with overplus and now she was also mad at me. So she was starting this exam already really tense up. When she is tense pelvic test are always more painful.

She looked so vulnerable and dash and young sitting there. Her second joint exposed nicely below the inadequate exam surgical gown. Erect tit poking from under the melt off gown. It was so hot. I felt bad for her cause I knew how frighten off she was. But still I was rock operose.

I kept feeling her up through the robe 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 gap and I think it gets tighter if you do n't dilute 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 eyes and ear stuff first. I was fascinated by how tiny she looked in his monstrous hands. He moved her head around and she looked like a doll.

Then he opened the gown in the rachis to listen to her lungs.

The perspective of her beautiful back and posterior bare on the table was heavenly.

When he was done he went to the straw man and said,"lets have a look at your breasts now."

She whispered,"Okay."

As he stood in front of her, towering over her, his vast hands picked up the gown on each berm and dropped it in her lap. Completely exposing her luscious breasts to us.

And they are magnificent !

In my opinion.

At 33 her house to the full B cup breasts still repoint out on her dresser. Barely any sag at all. Lips-red, silver-dollar-sized areolas and rock hard nipples.

This first vulnerability is the outdo component part of an exam for me and the sentiment of exposing herself to a strange man terrorizes her. I love this moment. In my thinker it lasts minutes.

The doctor and I both stared at my wife's bare bureau. As we looked I could see the red splodge start to appear on her thorax and belly. She was about as humiliated as she could be. Here was this stranger just staring at her chest. 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 recollective time, the doctor said,"alright."

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

He did this technique on both white meat just feeling the completely knocker and rolling it around between his hired hand. Then he started pressing and lifting.

This is when she started wincing. Her breasts get very sore about a hebdomad before her period starts. And this was that exact day, so they were extremely mad already.

As he pushed and squeezed her knocker she winced and squirmed more and more. I could see rip welling up in her eyes. That was unusual. It did n't usually bruise that much, but sometimes they are very sore from her cycle.

The doctor seemed totally oblivious to her discomfort and just continued to maul her delicate sweetheart. And he was very grating with them. He squeezed them tighter than doctors usually do it seemed to me.

He finished with each breast by pinching with the fingers of both hands underneath the breast and both thumb on top.

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

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

"Owww !"she cried out.

As he said,"that looks expert,"and turned away, my wife wiped the tears from her eyes and sat staring uncoiled ahead. She hated us both. She loathed me for enjoying this maltreatment of her.

And, she knew the worst was yet to come.

The MD turned back with the chart in his bridge player and asked,"did n't the wet-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 genuine immediate if you will step over here,"as he walked to the upright piano graduated table against the wall.

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

The thought from my bum was splendid. Her wholly spine and bottom and all of her stage were fully exposed to me.

Even after all these years of marriage, she is the most brilliant creature in my opinion. I could n't screw her butt more. Firm and bouncy. World form. Her trump feature.

She showed it to me as he took her free weight and made her number around for the height office. With her hired man up holding the ties at her neck, the surgical gown was lifted at the hem. I could just see her pink lips below the gown. And all of her grand, now fire-engine red, legs. Then she walked back to the exam table giving the doc the spectacular 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 foot in the stirrups,"as he pulled the stirrups out and extended them. stemma rushed to my already over pressurized penis. My lump actually started to ache at this point.

I saw her face cringe as she knew he was about to appear at her most intimate parts. Her new shaved turgid ping lips !

She put her foundation in the stirrup iron and I 'm sure that was his first horizon of her nicely shave twat lips.

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

She hated being exposed to a stranger.

The Doctor then said,"now slide down until your bottom is at the very end of the table. She moved again but not enough so now he said,"slide down until you feel your bottom touch sensation my hand."

I could n't see him advert her bottom, but he was finally satisfied and he lifted the scrubs up to her knees.

The way he left it blocked her view of him and what was happening, and she hated it when doctor do that. She pulled it down to her belly. Completely exposing her legs and pubic agglomerate 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 thighs and said,"first I will look everything over on the away and make sure we do n't see anything unusual."The facial expression of his monstrous helping hand on her firm snowy second joint was AWESOME !

He pushed on her perfect thighs and spread her pegleg and then turned his care to her vagina. He poked her rim, which I had shaved that morning time. I left a courteous patch in front but trimmed where it goes out to the English too far, and from her clitoral hood down she was completely hairless.

When he first touched her, her wholly body stiffened. Her knees closed and the doctor had to labour them back open. He put his hand on her flyspeck knee joint and she looked like a child next to such a prominent man.

He touched her bare pussy back talk and pressed on her hair covered agglomerate. She seemed to motivate barely perceptibly. And I am sure as shooting involuntarily.

Her bridge player were clenched in fists and all red and Edward Douglas White Jr. knuckled.

She hated being touched by a alien. And here was this devil of a man poking her virtually intimate parts. She hated it and was furious. With me, with him, with the entire medical community for requiring this humiliating ordeal.

I stood up next to her and took her clinch fist in my hand to comfort her. And I got a much better prospect while standing.

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

He slipped one finger barely into her and pinched her fat puffy backtalk to stop some secretory organ he explained.

Then he said the minute most waited for sentence in this show.

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

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

So it is important to fuck that at this point he has not put anything in her, and he has not taken the pap vilification yet.

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

Doctors often put one fingerbreadth in a charwoman 's vagina without any lube to locate the side and build of the cervix. This tells them where to put the speculum to get a good view of the cervix.

I believe they are also suppose to use this ‘ one fingerbreadth in the vagina'technique to determine the size of the hatchway. So they know what size speculum to use. But I have only known of one Dr. who used anything other than a banner, large graves speculum.

A really big instrument for a small woman.

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

Next he gloved up before putting this dry fingerbreadth into my wife's lilliputian vagina.

After he told her what he was going to do, he spread her lips some with his other hand and just rammed his enormous finger into my terrified wife's tiny vagina.

She squealed and pulled back on the mesa some, and he said,"you 're O.K.. Just relax."

This was a completely dry finger shoved into a very dry vagina. In a woman who was first-rate tense from fear. It hurt. Alot. And him saying,"you're ok…"made her want 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 home exam."

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

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

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

Again she pulled back on the table and this clock time in a very tempestuous voice she shouted,"OUCH !"

He said,"I 'm sorry, but we cant use lubricant."He could have opened her with one manus to make intromission easier. And he could give birth done it slowly instead of just pushing hard. And, he could have used water as a kind of lubricant. Not expectant but wagerer than dry. And as I said, he could have used a much littler speculum.

Again you could see tears welling up in her eyes.

He said,"I'll give you a endorse to set to it."

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

She kept jumping every time he moved it. It must receive been terribly painful. The speculum was at to the lowest degree twice as spacious as it should have got been.

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

He took a pap malignment 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 near view.

When he took the speculum out he did n't close it any until only like a half in of the bill was still inwardly her.

I have seen the technique of removing the speculum, and I know that they try to hold it open as they remove it so they can see the sides of the vagina. To bet for lesions or anything that looks strange. But they try to close up it as they are removing it because the end of the bills are much wide-cut than farther up on the waist of the tool. Bottom argument. It hurt like hell. And it looked like he intended for it to hurt !

She made a auditory sensation and pulled back and squeezed my hand so hard. Her hand squeezes were a really a good feed back mechanism on her painfulness degree. And that one hurt.

"Now I will do a digital exam,"he said,"and this fourth dimension I can use lube so it wont be so uncomfortable."he had a ‘ pleased with himself'await on his face like that made the premature bother acceptable. I knew his uncaring attitude was making her madder. And ‘ uncomfortable,'is not how she would describe it.

He sat down and what my married woman did n't see, but I did, made me press her mitt as hard as I could.

I 'm an secret. I probably do n't really know what that means, but I am complicated. I love the bother and her humiliation, but sometimes I hate it. Sometimes, for example, at a nudist camp or something, I'll get all envious and try to keep people from seeing her. But I really love showing her eubstance to stranger. Sometimes I want to protect her. This, for about XXX moment, was one of those times.

I squeezed her hand as unvoiced as I could and my innocent, compliant wife looked at me with a confused and frighten away feeling on her beautiful face. I was scared for the pain sensation I knew she was about to finger. I wanted to kibosh the ordeal. But then I looked at the scene, and my dick involuntarily jerked and spurted some precum.

The in conclusion prison term she had jumped from the pain, her foresightful curly whisker flew into her typeface and she had shaken it back. But did n't use her hands. So right now one lock of silky curls was stuck on the side of her thick rim. She was a beautiful animal. Her backtalk were begging for my phallus. The Robert Brown silklike curls pointing the way to her perfect mouth.

Her heart changed quickly to terrified as she saw the affright on my face.

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

He had his former helping hand over her thigh, right by her belly and held her in property with that hired man so she could not pull out any.

It was an awing ken. He completely surrounded her second joint with his immense manus so she could not strike. And his fingers were buried sec knuckle deep in my wife's vagina.

He said,"ill give way you a second base to get used to that."

It was going to take aim a lot more than than a s. I am an norm guy, but honestly his exponent fingerbreadth was nearly as wide as my penis. 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 equal amount.

She settled back onto the table and onto his fingers.

He stood between her naked white legs with two finger in my married woman's vagina, then he started pushing on the silken hair of her bush. I had shaved her from her clitoral hood down. So from my situation I could see the bare lips of her puffy pink kitty squeezing his fingers.

"Before we do anything else lets test your brawniness tone,"he said.

She had told him abut having urinary self-gratification and he said that he would try her sinew musical note and that often Physical Therapy will puzzle out the trouble if it is just poor muscles.

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

"OK, squeeze."his supercilium went up as he exclaimed,"oh ! Very good."he twisted his fingers in her vagina, then he said,"and again."and again he said,"Excellent !"

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

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

"fountainhead that is not your egress. You have very good muscle tone in your vagina. Do you do exercises ?"

My shy wife answered immediately in a very lowly 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 super strong muscles.

He continued to stab his fat fingers into her stretch twat for a really tenacious time.

He shoved his finger in as deep as they would go. I could sense her move 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 script 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 make it hurt Sir Thomas 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 fingers in thick than half way.

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

And then, as he was doing it, so she had no warning, 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 terror on her typeface as she wanted so much to shout NOOO ! ! ! I know she was picturing the size of it of those vast fingers.

But he did it and she pulled away and bit her lip to hold on from screaming. For a second she had control. But he plunged deeper in a indorse and her nous went back in a strained agony that I have never seen before, and she groaned.

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

Then it was over.

My lump were about to explode.

He took off his mitt and my wife sat up, put her feet down and put the nightgown back on.

I was sad it was over but my balls couldn't take too much more. I'm certain she was so thankful it was finally over.

But the Doctor wasn't done with us yet.

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

"But your uterus and neck seemed a picayune stiff. I would have a bun in the oven more than mobility in the womb of a adult female your age. That could indicate something abnormal"

"An ultrasound would give us Thomas More information, but I think a simpler mental test might be an endometrial biopsy. Have you ever had one ?"

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

"Well they are very park and performed in a doctors federal agency so I thought you might birth had one and be fellow with the procedure.

He explained the procedure which involved holding the cervix with an especially atrocious tool—my term, not his—they call in a ‘ clamp'and putting a canula into the uterus through the cervix to pull together cells. On the surface sounded fairly no big deal.

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

That could n't have been a bigger lie.

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

Another Brobdingnagian lie.

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

And I was surprised to actualise that even though I love medical exam pornography and read all kinds of stuff about women and medicinal drug, I did n't make out what this procedure was.

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

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

I hugged her as she sat on the end of the exam table. And of course of instruction I felt up her splendid boob while I did. She was so out of it that she did n't even object. And they are fantastic. They stand out so firm on her chest of drawers. Firm and muscular. With rock-hard nipples begging to be bitten. I squeezed them and flopped them in my hand.

The Dr. came back and the nurse with him.

She had a tray of tools.

The Doctor sat on the stool at the end of the tabular array and said,"okay, if you will lay back down and put your metrical unit up in the stapes. This clip she wiggled her bottom down to the end of the exam tabular array without being asked. When she was as he wanted, and she had pulled the nightdress 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 table 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 venter. But she was obviously trying to accept it. She did n't create a phone this time.

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

He said,"Now I will apply you two promptly injections—he actually gave her three—of novacain. You might feel a slender tinge or cramp.

So the medical notion, I think, is that because there are so few spunk close in the internal parts of a trunk, that sometimes matter like needles are n't felt at all. And sometimes its just a emergency because of so few nerve close.

But sometimes thing hurt like hell on earth. Or maybe some women have more nerve endings ? I dunno. But the ‘ nuisance'or ‘ spasm'was n't close to what my wife seemed to experience.

As he plunged the showtime needle into her cervix, her whole body stiffened as if she were suddenly electrocuted and every brawniness in her physical structure was fully clenched. Her point went back against the board and her back arched up and she was unbendable as a panel. Since she had the gown on with the opening move in the front, as she arched it fell open completely exposing the boob farthest from me.

She barely started to relax and ensconce back to the tabular array when he jabbed her again and she stiffened like that a instant time.

I have never seen anything like that. The pain must experience been excruciating. I have seen her suffer good deal of injuries including a transgress rib and a fracture leg, but I have never seen her tense with pain in the ass like that.

The thirdly one was exactly the same. When she settled I saw that her face was covered in sweat beading. She was panting and seemed out of breath. Her face was common beet red.

The medico was completely unmindful to her the unhurt prison term. With his attention all on her pussy.

"Now we need to open your oz slightly. I will put in gradually larger rod. You should n't finger anything.

She did.

She later told me they hurt like netherworld. But she said she hated him so much at that compass point she was not going to give him the atonement of seeing her suffer out loud. She believes all doctors primary use is to inflict pain in the neck on charwoman. Don't get her started on mamography.

Before the doctor could stretch out her he needed to ‘ clinch'her cervix to arrest it still. Clamp is not an exact de***********ion of this twist called a tenaculum which is really two very pointed spate that pierce the cervix uteri to hold on to it.

The points are the size of a freshly sharpened pencil. That long of a point, maybe one quarter inch, and a straight portion behind the point so each compass point is about a half column inch long. Its a roughshod gimmick.

He picked this thing up and I saw the points and knew what he must be going to do with it. So I moved and went behind him. The nurse was on one side of meat hang over watching, and I went on the other side of meat and bent down so I could see. I figured the worst was he would say go sit down. But he did n't look to care.

He put the tool 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 voice I have never heard out of her before. Her eyes were Brobdingnagian. She pulled back on her cubital joint and really pulled back from him a ripe foot 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. tear were streaming down her grimace. Her fists were clenched to her dresser as red and white knuckled as I have ever seen. She finally settled back down onto the board and the doc immediately inserted a sound to stretch out her out.

She pulled back and made a horrible sad phone. Still openly crying. The doctor still forgetful to her reaction. Each rod caused her to make a face and pull up on the table. And Andrew Dickson White knuckled each time.

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

He used four sounds then shoved in an spear carrier long one to test the astuteness 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 charge card rod slightly smaller than a straw. It has a unsmooth opening on one side and as you shove it in and out it scrapes cells info the tube which collects the sample.

It was much braggy than the turgid auditory sensation and again seemed to offend tremendously. As he shoved it in and out of her uterus through her now brutalized cervix 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 header from side to side and arched her dorsum with each inward thrust. She was sort of grunting with infliction. The nightgown was completely open from her activity and her breasts bounced magnificently on her sweaty chest. Her nipples were longer than I have ever seen. It was raunchy ! tear streamed down her cheeks. I was certain she was about to clapperclaw ‘ STOP.'

‘ NO More !'

But she just cried and flopped about.

Finally he was done and pulled the canual out and gave it to the nanny. He opened the tenaculum but the points seemed to be stuck in the holes they had made in her uterine cervix. And it was bleeding. The physician had to wiggle them and then jerk them out to free them.

She jumped and screamed.

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

binge streamed down her cheeks.

I helped her put her textile on.

After I took some pics of course. I made her sit on the exam table again. But nude, and I took pics. Then I made her lay back. Then I wanted one with my fingerbreadth in her but when I pushed my finger in she snapped back to realness 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 nothing and her periods went back to normal on their own.

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

That doctor's berth was closed next twelvemonth when I called and he was no longer in the local anesthetic listing .