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You know when you go to the doctor when you haven’t been to one in a while? There are a number of preconceived expectations and I’m just as guilty as anyone of having some. That’s why the need to tell this story.When I was in college, I used to be very sexually active, fucking any female who aroused my curiosity and was willing. Even after graduating, my philosophy on women stayed pretty much consistent. Meet, get to know them a little, get laid, and say adieu. Yet, every once in a while, even the best players find that one in a million and I was no exception. Since meeting and falling head over heels in love with Evie, I changed my immoral ways. Though Evie hasn’t really been a firecracker in bed, or at least not compared to the women I have experienced, she does satisfy most of my urges. Needless to say, I tend to be sexually unsatisfied much of the time. To compensate, I watch a lot of porn and read tons of erotic and porn stories, masturbating multiple times a day. Regardless, I was having erectile and orgasm issues and I had to do something about it. Being relatively young and feeling invincible, I didn’t have a regular physician, as many my age tend to do. So, Evie recommended Dr. Hassan-Mehmood as being very hands on, an excellent doctor and very experienced. To be honest, my gut reaction wasn’t very considerate, as I allowed some of my preconceived prejudices to emerge. I wasn’t up on trying to understand some foreign doctor with a heavy accent. However, I figured nothing ventured, nothing gained. So, I called up the office and made an appointment for 3:00 pm on Tuesday afternoon the following week. I presumed I could cut out of work early, then get home and start working on dinner for Evie after. The day arrived, and having arranged with my supervisor, I left early and arrived at the Doctor’s office. After checking in with the receptionist, I took a seat in the lobby and began flipping through some of the magazines on the tables. While in retrospect it should have been a sign, I didn’t notice anything sports or business-related, just a slew of celebrity and gossip rag mags. “Mr. Tha… Thee… uh, Rupert?” I heard my name called by a male nurse who was standing in the door leading down the hall. I stood and followed him down the corridor into an examining room. He went on to take Ankara bayan escort my vital signs and asked some basic questions related to why I was there. He then left to shortly return with a TV / VCR / DVD combination and a few DVDs. Each was labeled and had something to do with erectile dysfunction. He recommended watching the videos I was while waiting for Dr. Hassan-Mehmood to finish with another patient. He inserted and started one of the videos, implying they would help educate me on causes, symptoms, and treatments to better aid me overcome my predicament. ‘Yeah, right,’ I thought to myself. ‘I’m paying how much to watch fucking videos while the doctor will just waltz in, spend a total of ten minutes checking me out, then hand me a prescription for God knows what.’ Considering I was already here, I just went ahead, sat back, and watched what was playing. After the first video was over, I perused through the stack finding other similar titled DVDs until I came across one a bit different. I pulled it out and read the hand-lettered title, ‘Doctor Hassan-Mehmood’s Massage Technique.’ Thinking it was something distinctive, I replaced the first DVD with this one and hit PLAY. It was obvious from the beginning this was not professionally recorded. After a bit of static and snow at the start, the screen cleared, and I was watching a man in an examining room remarkably similar to the one I was sitting in at the time. Soon after the image appeared sound followed. The male patient was moaning, but it was clear he was not in pain or discomfort. If anything, his moans were that of someone experiencing extreme pleasure. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back and opened his mouth releasing a stream of obscenities. “Oh, fuck yes, suck my cock you fucking whore! You keep doing that and I’m going to cum in your mouth, bitch!” Shaking my head in disbelief, I was soon riveted to the screen and the camera began to pull away from the man and the rest of the room slowly came into view. I was flabbergasted to recognize that he was seated in the same room I was presently in. ‘What the fuck?’ I thought to myself. ‘Is this some kind of trick or what?’ The image continued to pull away to show the man seated in one of the rooms chairs with his pants and undershorts around Escort bayan Ankara his ankles. It also showed someone else in the room with him. A woman with long dark hair, drawn back in a ponytail, dressed in a lab coat and scrubs. She was on her knees and her head was bobbing up and down in the patient’s lap. It quickly became evident she was giving him a blowjob. As the camera began panning to the side, she lifted her head from his lap, turned slightly toward the camera, and I about fell out of my chair. The woman was young in appearance, I put her in her early to mid-thirties, with a gentle mocha-colored skin, milk chocolate brown eyes, and a face to win a beauty contest. She was a fox! In addition, one of her hands was under his ass and it was apparent she had a finger probing his rear passage. Looking up at the man, she asked, “The way you explained your problem and how it affects your sex life, with my massage technique, do you think you will be able to orgasm soon?” “Fuck yes, Doctor,” he said, as he grabbed her head and pressed her back down on his tumescent member. “Nothing will be stopping it now.” Did he just say doctor? What the holy fuck is going on here, is Dr. Hassan-Mehmood that beautiful creature slobbering away on his cock? Was she doing this of her own volition or what? Wanting to watch more, but more worried I might get caught, I reached up to the player and hit STOP. As I was sitting back in my chair, I had to readjust myself as I was becoming erect, and it was getting painful pressing straight against my jeans. Seems watching the good doctor’s “technique” had set in motion a definite improvement in my erectile dysfunction issue. Once comfortable and seated again, I began thinking about what I just watched. As thoughts were rumbling around in my head, the door opened and the woman in the video walked in the room, closing the door behind her. Her lab coat identified her as Dr. Aleena Hassan-Mehmood. She was looking down at a folder, and I presumed it was my information. What a fox! She had black hair that ran down her back to her waist, tied back in a ponytail, and her skin was a beautiful shade of light milk chocolate — almost Mediterranean. Behind the closed lab coat, though all I could see were her pant legs extending out Bayan escort Ankara under the bottom of the coat, she was wearing an aqua-colored set of scrubs. She did appear to be in her early thirties, roughly five foot three inches tall and about 120 pounds. The lab coat hid her dimensions, making it a challenge to determine her physique. Looking at her hands, her fingers were unadorned. So, either she wasn’t married or chose not to wear any jewelry. “Good afternoon, Mr. Theroue. Welcome to my office. I see you’re experiencing some… challenges,” she said, with not a trace of foreign accent. “Yes ma’am,” I replied, “but… I thought… well, considering… “ “No worries, sir. I am a Board Certified Urologic physician, and this is a highly respected practice; we treat all of our patients with the utmost regard and intimacy. You can be certain you are in good hands with me.” She placed my folder on the desk next to the examining table, looked over at me, pointed to the standing screen beside me, then patted the table and said, “Would you be so kind to step behind the screen to remove your shoes, pants, and undershorts, wrap one of the towels around your waist, then come on over here and sit on the table. I’m going to need to complete some physical checks before we get to the root of your issue.” I wasn’t sure this was such a promising idea, but remembering what I saw on the DVD, my worries scattered to the four winds, and I scampered behind the screen. While I was getting undressed, the doctor apparently hit the EJECT button on the DVD. “Hmmm, seems you were interested in my technique. Did you watch the entire video?” Too embarrassed to say anything, I murmured in the negative. “Too bad, you might have been interested in how much ability I have to treat patients such as yourself,” she went on to say. With the towel draped around my waist, I stepped from behind the screen to see the doctor stepping away from the door. A quick glance and I noticed she had locked it. Looking back to the doctor, I watched as she began to unbutton the lab coat and allow it to drape open. I swear my jaw hit the floor as I stepped to the table and sat down. Once the lab coat was fully open, she spread the lapels apart and it became very apparent she had nothing on underneath it, except for her scrub pants and shoes. I was staring at a pair of tits that were absolutely stunning. Without a doubt, her breasts were perfect. There was just a slight sag, her nipples were just a few shades darker than the rest of her skin and visibly excited. Running my gaze down her abdomen, it became clear she was in fabulous shape and worked out.
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