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Clinics by RI hate hospitals and dislike check ups and . But my contract stipulated that a complete physical every five years was a requirement so I sighed and got tried to mentally prepare for the ordeal. I arrived at Franklyn Medical Center at 9 am. "Good morning," a huge woman with oversized breasts and a red face said as I approach the reception. "Whats the name" She said in a gruffvoice. I tell her and she rings a bell like a mistress at the front of a hotel. A diminutive man comes to the desk. "Follow Ralph," the red faced woman barked. Ralph totters off with me just behind. He brings me to a small room on the top floor. "Strip and put on one of these gowns," Ralph said opening the closet filled with ten or so identical surgical gowns. He left. "Great," I thought taking off my clothes and dropping them down a shoot marked laundry and see them disappear from sight in a long round chaft of black, down deep in the center of the building. I get to the closet and push my hands through the sleeves of a gown and reach behind and try to tie the three ribbons in the back, hearing the door open behind me. "Ralph, could you tie these things, I cannot manage, myself." Your voice cool and low, so excellent in woman, half speaks, half whispers. "Of course, sir. But Im not Ralph." I turn quickly and there you stand, A smile on your face, your chin down, your eyes looking at me. As I stand there aghast at the beauty of your face. You step slightly closer and wrap your arms around me and looking at me close in the eyes, you tie the three ribbons on the back of the gown; the top, the middle then the bottom one. As you, do your breasts touch at my chest and rest there do I feel them linger there. "There you are all dressed now," you say. "And leave as quickly as you appeared." Soon after, Ralph arrives, drops me in a wheelchair and wheels me to pokes and probes, needles and knitted brows, toilet samples and testosterone tests, X-rays and back stays. Late in the afternoon, I find myself on my back in brightly lit examination room. Dr. Penniton looked at me and with a gruff bark, "We need a to draw a little blood now, just stay there." He walks out. I lay there my eyes closed. I hate it when they draw blood form my veins. My eyes closed I dose off a moment, and in what seems a moment. I hear a soft voice say, "You Ok." I open my eyes and there you are again. Standing over me, smiling in my eyes. You turn away and press the needle into a vial and fill the sample tube with my blood and turn back do to me. "That mustnt have hurt," you smile. "You didnt even wake up till I spoke." Well, not your mind anway." And suddenly I feel your hand rest on my hard prick, that has been standing stiff in my surgical gown the whole time, quite erect, quite visible under the thin cotton cloth. "Relax," you say closing my eyes with your long shapely fingers. I feel the cloth of the gown raised by your hands and then your fingers wrapping my cock, slowly stroking it up and down, the soft skin of your palms running up and down the thinness of the under skin of my shaft. You hold your hand straight out and press down on my hardness, and run the stiff surface of your palm up and down the flesh. You relax your hand and run my rod between your finger tips, running your fingers under my up pointing flesh, touching the head softly with light presses of fingertips, your mouth a fraction of an inch from me you blow soft streams of hot breath against the skin of my hard place. Then your take me between two fingers and touch your lips to the head of my cock, and just hold them there, lightly lipping at the soft spongy head, pressing your tongue at the slit there. Then in a long sudden stroke you lick up and down my shaft, then down again, around the balls then up the hardness and a single stroke fill your mouth with me, now so hard and thick as I have ever been. In long slow strokes that make sucking sounds, you suck me in and out of your mouth softly and then harder and with more feeling and deep presses of lips on hard shaft. Till you feel the throbs, my prick being to give up a load of cum. You hold your lips parted your tongue slightly out as I open my eyes while my cock opens its warm semen for you. You lap at the head as strings of cum hang from your tongue and lips to my prick. You lick it up softly and carefully till only a touch of a towel dries me as I fall into a sleep. I wake in the morning in by bed unclear how I got here and Ralph but somehow I feel Ralphs fingers prints on my legs and arms. He arrives again soon with his wheelchair from hell. He wheels me to the cat scan room where I am stripped and lain on a table and my prone body long and stiff in is slowly passed through a circling emanation of vibrating waves filling me with probings that are recorded by you in a booth far away. You watch the curves of my flesh and the pulsing of my blood and the surging of the juices in me on the flickering screen as you press you hand between your legs and find your hips pressing your cunt against your finger wet now entering you and drawing in and out of your pussy, that drips wetness down your legs under your skirt. You press a towel there to keep the wetness for staining your clothes. My body emerges from the testing device as your head lays back and a moan of complete passing through touches out of your vocal chords, in tune with the writhing moan deep within the warm movement inside yourclitoris. My eyes open there on the table as I rise up, and relax on the bed, slide over and back into my chair. Later, after skin samples, saliva tests, eye probes, hands testing the beating of my heart, eyes carefully examining the pores of my neck, fingers touching the softness of the lobes of my ears, drips applied to the folds of my skin, long silvery pieces of metal forced deep inside the edges of my epidermis, and hot pads pressed to my flesh an inch from pain, all carefully noticed by your eyes from video feeds, or felt by your fingers as they apply the media to my bones, or tasted by your tongue as the you lift the glass slide to taste, or heard by your ears as the heat of my breath touches you leaning down to remove a sealing tape, or smelt by your nostrils and your carefully lifted a gauze from my private parts. The night was deep then, as you entered, my eyes open my mind awake, my senses all alive and rich in the experiences of the day. I feel you kneel over me and reach behind me and undo the knots on the ribbons behind my surgical dress, the top the middle and the bottom again bringing your breasts to my chest. This time the gown is removed and tossed aside. You reach up and toss the white nurses cap aside, remove the few pins in your hair that falls to your shoulders. You kneel up over my naked body, probed and tested and poked so often during the day, and your look in my eyes, unbuttoning your white blouse one button at a time, slowly your top opend till it is pulled off and thrown beside the bed. You reach behind, your breasts jutting out then revealed suddenly in the subdued light as the bra is tossed aside. You reach behind soon the skirt is gone and your panties too, you kneeling over me with only your white stockings held up by a white garter belt. One more shot, you say. You swab my arm with a cotton and quickly press a needle into my artery and press the plunger down. This time it hurts, hurts very much. And you pull it out letting blood bead out just a bit. "Open up." You order and I open my mouth a bit and you squeeze the last of the liquid on my tongue. Testosterone is what I taste. You lean down and lick the bead of blood from my arm, and I see it go into your mouth and your throat maked a swallowing motion. My cock already erect feels like a piece of steak ready to be broiled and feels thickening as the hormone coats my throat. You take one hand and hold my prick up and gently rest on it with your pussy, your head held back, your mouth open, your finger moving in and out of the open cavity of your mouth, as you slowly rock up and down on my swellingmanhood. You take both hands and hold my hips and run the tightness of your loving pussy up and down my screaming prick, in rolls of laughing delight, the muscles of your back feel the massage of my shaft deep in your recesses. The egress and ingress of the heated flaming hard penis, feels your body in a way that makes your sides tingle at the rubbing of skin to inner skin. It makes you rock your hips from side to side so all of the recesses inside your enjoy the feeling of the widening cockthere. You start bucking on me in uncontrolled rhythm. You start moaning in large waves that come from deep inside. You start shaking all over in the music of the orgasms that rock your being. You start digging your fingers in me flesh as you fall on me and I roll you over. On top of you now, I fuck the cock now even thicker than ever in your cunt with animal fury born of desperation, of hormones, of year end desire, of great affection and interest in this woman of flame, of desire, of care and attention. My hips ram at yours, the deep strokes feelingly in the back of your throat, the sliding of my skin against the wall of your cunt emanating out to your hips glowing your skin, the press of my body, spreading your legs, sending icy chills of hot pleasure through your thighs. The pressing of my mouth on yours, tingling the back of your neck causing your to wrap me in your arms and we lay, body on body, body in body, mouth on mouth, tongue against tongue, chest presses to chest as we climax together. The throes of love fill the pores of skin inside you. My heart racing well with yours in a beat of music. The innards of each of us in tune with the waves of pleasure, the wall of your cunt thrill into my stabbing cock the mash of my body against yours sending a tsunami gushing hot flashes of lightening up your spine, spinning around your stomach, thrilling up you clitoris, shacking your head, clutching your hands, curling your toes, rolling your eyes back. My cum flows, not in waves but in sprays of wetting filling masses in you. You can feel the pools of semen pounding up inside of you and sinking in, deep in your cavities. You feel another massive jerk of orgasm in your pussy, coating the walls, dripping out, you feel a lasting gyrating stream emerge from my balls to gush inside your body as I collapse beside you. You hold me carefully and reach down holding my diminishing prick. Circling it with your hand your jerk me a bitand feel a last wad drip out. On your thumb. You bring it to your face and let it slowly drip down into your mouth. You lean over and kiss me so I can taste it and feel you swallow. Drift, drift drif .t The morning has Ralph toss my clothes on my bed. "Get Dressed,"