I love your dick

“I’m truly sorry to have kept you waiting Mrs. Brown, but as you well know, this is a specialty clinic, and sometimes our appointments can tend to run over just a little. It’s our policy here that we give and treat each and every patient with the utmost respect and courtesy, taking whatever time is needed. No matter how long it takes, or what’s required. We don’t just rush through procedures or process our patients through here like some sort of drive thru.”

“But…but isn’t she one of your nurses?” she said, still looking down at my dick.

I was actually surprised, Shirley had studied and memorized her lines well. Though we were all prepared to adlib ourselves if we had to.

“Yes, yes. She is. But even the doctors and nurses who are working here are very often our patients too. And they have to schedule and make appointments just like everyone else has to. Just as you did.”

“But…but you’re fucking her aren’t you?”

“Well, in the technical sense, I suppose that I am. But what I really am doing is examining her.”

“With your penis?”

“Yes…with my penis. You see, it’s the only way that I really can examine her to determine what her true condition really is.”

“Which is what?”

“Well, though I should probably examine her a bit further, my initial findings suggest that she has cunttooloosetonotice.”

“Cunt too what?”

“Cuntooloosetonotice. “

“That sounds serious Doctor!”

“Well, it can be if not properly treated, but I think we caught this just in the dick of time in a manner of speaking,” I said smiling. Mrs. Brown still looked worried and concerned however.

“In layman’s terms, her pussy gets too wet to really feel anything. I’m trying to determine if that is indeed what she has, or if she needs some sort of specialized treatment. The only way I can truly tell for sure, is to actually stick my dick inside her in an effort to find out. And as you well know Mrs. Brown, that is what we do here. We specialize in treatments that go outside the norm, but we also cure people with a far greater success rate than anyone else does too. That’s also why they call me…Dr. Dick.”

“Yes, yes…of course, I see. And you know…I think I’m here for the very same reason that she is,” Shirley now stated. “I think I might be suffering from the exact same thing myself!”

“Well, Mrs. Brown, since you’re here, and since I already have the proper equipment out to examine you with, we might just as well proceed. And since Nurse Cooper here is quite willing and able to assist me, being very familiar with your particular case, how about we do just that?”

“I’d appreciate that, I really am running late already, so thank you for fitting me in so soon,” she responded, which really was an adlib.

“We’re here to serve you!” I Said adlibbing back, smiling at her. “Now then, if you’d care to put on one of these gowns?”

“Oh…do I really have to? I really do hate them, they’re so uncomfortable, and unflattering, you know…opening at the back the way that they do.”

“Of course not, whatever makes you the most comfortable. If you’d prefer, you’re certainly welcome to simply get naked.”

“Thank you, I think I’d prefer to,” she then said.

“Nurse Cooper? If you wouldn’t mind helping Mrs. Brown to undress? We can then proceed to her full examination.”

As we’d rehearsed of course, Nurse Cooper played by the ever voluptuous Rose, was to keep her breasts on display the entire time. Shirley had indicated in her questionnaire, that though she had never once had, or really thought about having sex with another woman, she did find looking at other women’s breasts to be very, very stimulating for her. And that she might, at some point, even want to touch those of another woman,

though she’d also indicated she might not. If she did…then she wanted to be the one to do it and not be forced into doing it. Thus…it was simply Rose’s job to keep her breasts free and available in the event Shirley decided to do that.

Even I would have been hard pressed not to reach out and touch them had I been a woman. They were real, and they were beautiful.

“Nurse Cooper? While I listen to Mrs. Brown’s heart, would you mind taking her pussy pulse for me please? Along with her cunt pressure?”

Nurse Cooper began stretching out a pair of latex gloves for the procedure.

“Excuse me, Dr. Dick? What did you tell her to do?”

I removed the stethoscope from my ears, having barely placed it on her breast.

“She needs to take your pussy pulse, and your cunt pressure,” I told her. “Every woman has one, and like in this instance, where we’re actually examining you for cunttooloosetonotice, we need to find out what yours is. So, if you wouldn’t mind holding still for a moment while she takes it.”

I now placed the stethoscope directly over her nipple holding it there, listening. Shirley giggled, once again ad libbing, though speaking the truth.

“That’s cold,” she said honestly.

“Yeah, sorry about that, but these need to be. While we’re at it, I thought we might as well get your nipple readings out of the way as long as we’re here.”

“Nipple readings?” she said, jumping slightly as Nurse Cooper slipped her index finger inside Mrs. Brown.

“Hold still please,” Rose told her, worming her finger around inside her momentarily. “And no talking.”

“Yes, you see Mrs. Brown, quite often women don’t realize or understand that their nipples can get out of alignment. You see, they’re sort of triggers that run electrical responses down the nervous system, straight to a woman’s clitoris. Quite often, if one is played with far more often than the other, which oftentimes women have a tendency in doing themselves, it can create a misalignment in the triggering system. You can actually end up delaying a clitoral orgasm, as opposed to allowing it. So…the first thing we need to do here, is get them all nice and hard first, which is why of course these implements are kept very, very cold.”

“Alright Mrs. Brown, I’m ready to take your pussy pulse now. If you could please, on every count of three, I want you to try and grip my finger. Ready?” Nurse Cooper asked to prepare her.

Shirley nodded her head as I realigned her nipples, first flicking and flipping one and then the other.

“One?”

“Just relax Mrs. Brown, but I want you to tell me when you think your left nipple feels the same as your right nipple after I flip it,” I said softly.

“Two?”

She moaned.

“Three! Hold it! Hold it! Hold it! Ok…again. Ready?”

“How’s Mrs. Brown feeling, any better?”

“One…”

“A little…maybe.”

I flicked her left nipple three times in succession, watching as it actually grew a little larger.