Doctor Physical Exam Sex

I went for an annual physical exam last month which turned out to be unforgettable.
I sat in the doctor's waiting room a half hour when the nurse came to get me. She led me to a small room and told me to take off all my clothes and put on a gown. Then she closed the door. I did what I was told to find that the gown was too short and had no ties on the back. Then I sat on the cold examination table to wait for the doctor. She came into the room, an attractive well-groomed woman probably in her 40's, with an east European accent. She was well dressed with a white coat, showing a small amount of cleavage above her blouse.

She sat directly in front of me with her legs crossed as she asked me the usual medical questions. Then came the physical exam. She pulled my gown down which fell around my waist as she ran her cold stethoscope around me back, chest and nipples. She was running her cold hand over me feeling my neck, chest and belly when the gown fell to the floor. She made no effort to pick it up as I sat completely naked. She continued to examine my ears, nose and throat, when she rested one of her cold hands on my thigh. I felt myself begin to get erect.

By the time she finished looking at me I had a full-blown erection, which she completely ignored. "I'm going to give you an enema, so that we can check your colon" she said. And she called in the nurse. The nurse immediately noticed my erect penis, and did not take her eyes off of it as she followed the doctor's instructions and prepared the enema. I was told to get on my hands and knees on the table, and I quivered with anticipation as I could hear the bag being filled, the hose attached, and the tip lubricated. It seemed like an eternity had passed. Then I felt the slick hose enter me and the warm soapy water begin to flow. My penis which had gone soft, sprang to life, and hardened so much that it began to hurt. The warm water filled me and excited me like nothing before as two women looked on. But it was humiliation that was to follow pleasure. "Go across the hall to the bathroom, and empty yourself" she ordered. Still nude, and still hard, I opened the door and crossed the hallway. There were two other nurses and a receptionist who saw me and my predicament, and they began to giggle.

When I had finished emptying the enema in the bathroom, I returned to the room, amongst more snickers. The doctor had me kneel on the table again and she inserted a scope inside my ass. As she moved it around, I began to get excited again. She moved it in and out, side to side, deeper and deeper until I could barely stand it. Then it was over. I stood up, my legs were weak, and my ass felt totally violated. I felt humiliated standing there, naked at the mercy of these two women. But there was something arousing and exciting about this whole ordeal that kept me from turning away. As the nurse left the room, the doctor ordered me to stand in front of her. She reached down and began fondling my testicles, once again ignoring my erect penis. As she poked and prodded my balls, her still cold hand casually bumped against my penis again and again driving me wilder and wilder. Then she held my penis and rotated it in her hands squeezing and pushing it side to side. Then it happened.

It happened all over her hands. She stood and stared in interest as I kept unloading more and more. I wondered how she would react or what she would say, when, without looking up, she walked to the sink washed her hands, and began heading for the door. I was still standing there transfixed when she took one last look at me, and told me to get dressed. She left and closed the door. The exam was over. I went home, and never saw her again since my job moved me to another city. I know I can expect criticism when I tell you this was a true story.

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Nasty Enema From My Aunt

What we have been discussing reminds me of the punitive enemas my aunt used to give her two teenage daughters. One day I arrived at my aunt's house just as one of my cousins was about to undergo correction for having deliberately torn her sister's dress in a fit of envy. The culprit tried to rectify the situation by apologizing, but undauntedly my aunt was gathering the enema equipment. I was too fascinated to make a polite exit, until my cousin blushingly asked her mother to send me home. To my surprise, my aunt decided I could stay, as an additional embarrassment for the malfeasant.
In honor of my presence, she was permitted to retain her bra and panties. But I was not disappointed. I have always considered her attractive, and seeing her in a tight pair of silk panties gave me quite a thrill. The recalcitrant was ceremoniously ushered into a bedroom and reluctantly laid face-down on some towels spread over the bed. She whimpered as my aunt lowered her panties in front of me and her giggling sister. The silken undergarment was arranged as a useless decoration below her knees, leaving her shapely buttocks and thighs fully exposed. Then, while my curiosity rose, my aunt attached a rubber hose to the enema bag and inserted a nozzle at the loose end. I noticed that she used a larger hygienic nozzle rather than the regular device provided for enema usage. She carefully greased this threatening plastic tube as its intended victim stared in horror. Ignoring her entreaties, my aunt prised apart the unhappy girl's fleshy cheeks and the glistening black nozzle was slowly pushed into her rectum until it nearly disappeared inside the forced opening. Having checked that the hose was properly secured, my aunt instructed her whining daughter not to move and then went to the kitchen to prepare the special enema solution.

During my aunt's 15-minute absence, my cousin, doing as she was told, maintained her awkward position, looking absurd with the red enema hose stretched like a strange clothes line from her quivering behind to the limp bag hanging on the bedpost. Her sister was beside herself from enjoyment, and our continual taunting and banter aggravated her ordeal. Unsupervised for so long, we took advantage of the opportunity afforded by the slightly protruding nozzle. To our amusement, we discovered that, by merely manipulating the implanted object, we could obtain splendid reactions from its unwilling possessor. We were like children mischievously torturing a captured dog by twisting its tail. Much like a helpless animal, my cousin was at our mercy. The muffling noise of a radio rendered her screams for help useless, while a great fear of my aunt's wrath prevented her from freeing herself. So, submitting to the inevitable, she meekly held her pose while her sister and I each took turns experimenting with the nozzle. We were treated to an exciting show of squirming, fanny wiggling and childish complaints.

Just when we heard my aunt returning, my partner-in-mischief suddenly jerked the enema hose from its moorings in her alarmed sister's mid-posterior. I was at first mystified by this unexpected maneuver, but its purpose was to become apparent. As my aunt came back onto the room, she found her errant daughter frantically trying to restore the nozzle and immediately misinterpreted her intentions. Wrongly identifying the prankster and ignoring the victim's self-vindicating accusations, my aunt swiftly re-inserted the nozzle and carefully filled the enema bag with the pitcher of solution she had prepared. With all in readiness, she opened the stopcock, starting the flow into the pseudo-patient. My aunt skillfully released the liquid in intermittent spurts by pinching the hose. First, she would let it gush, causing the recipient to writhe in distress as the pressure quickly mounted. The she would stop it momentarily, allowing the pressure to subside to a tolerable level. In all, well over a quart must have been emptied out of the enema bag.

My cousin believed that the completed enema concluded her degrading public exhibition, but my aunt insisted on scrubbing her heretofore private areas with a wash cloth and toilet paper in much the same way that one might clean an infant for a diaper change. Even after that, my aunt made her wait at the bathroom door and stand facing the wall only steps from the physical relief she craved.

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