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The heavy door of the examining room closed and latched with a sharp ker-clack as the nurse exited hastily.
I know that they have to gather all of that information, I thought, but it just seemed a bit intrusive today to ask me why I was seeing the doctor. Hey, I'm no prude, but some problems are just too embarrassing to talk about to just anyone. Oh well.
My mind wandered as I sat there in the silence. I really didn't mind going to the doctor all that much, although I could sure do without the antiseptic stink of the place. Sitting up on the exam table with my hands grabbing the edges, I looked around at the tongue depressors and tacky artwork until I heard a light knock on the door that came a half second before it flew open.
Dr. Landry strode quickly across the room, shaking my hand without stopping as he made his way to his stool on wheels. He immediately plopped down before rolling himself backward to where he could lean against the wall.
Lounging casually while tilting his head back, he grabbed up my chart and peered through his reading glasses at it, immersed in thought. Apparently satisfied with a quick scan, he suddenly dropped it back onto the desk before looking up at me over the top of his glasses.
"Soooo Mr. Shaffly. What can we do for you today?"
Damn! This always happens! I carefully rehearse the description of my problem at home but when it comes time to recite it at the doctor's office, I'm tongue tied.
"Well," I stammered, "it seems that for the last year or so I've had trouble getting a hard o...." My brain quickly shifted gears as I attempted to sound a bit more clinical. "I seem to have difficulty attaining and maintaining an erection."
"I see," Dr. Landry replied thoughtfully as he picked up my chart again. "It looks as though we called you in some Viagra a few months ago. Did you have any luck with that?"
"Not really," I replied. "My face turned bright red and my vision took on a nice shade of lavender, but that's about it."
While lifting up a page he continued, "I also see that we set you up with a series of testosterone injections. Did you notice any difference with those?"
"No...no, can't say that I did, but I did enjoy dropping my pants for the nurse every month!"
My lame attempt at levity did nothing to help make light of the situation as Dr. Landry continued to look in my direction without any change in his stoic expression.
"Mmm hmm," Dr. Landry mumbled softly before raising his voice to pontificate.
"You know Mr. Shaffly, medical science has come a long way in just the past few years, and there are more options available now to help treat your problem of erectile dysfunction. In this day and age there is no reason for any otherwise healthy man to be denied a satisfying sex life."
I nodded with rapt attention as I listened further.
"I believe there are some new medications out now that can very likely help you with your problem."
"Wow! That sounds great!" I said, almost shouting. "Lets do it!"
"Well, hold on a second," Dr. Landry cautioned. "In addition to taking a blood panel, in order to know which medication will work best for you, along with the correct dosage amount, we will need to test your semen."
My enthusiasm immediately faded. "I don't know how I can give you a sample. I can't even start to, you know...."
Dr. Landry replied with a concerned look. "Yes, that IS a problem. I can express a small sample from your prostate digitally through your rectum, but in order to get an accurate count of the enzyme levels in your semen, we need to examine the entire contents of the gland."
"Fortunately," he continued, "we have someone on staff that deals with just these types of issues. Do you have any questions?"
"Good!" Dr. Landry exclaimed slapping his knees as he quickly got up from his chair. "Then I will leave you for now and I will send her right in."
The door slammed shut behind him while my mouth hung open and my hand remained raised.
In the silence my mind raced. Her. He said her. My heart started pounding as I was trying to put this all together. What the hell is she going to do? I mean, this IS a doctor's office after all. I mean, she wouldn't...would she?
My time to speculate further was cut short as the customary soft knock came on the door once again. A woman in a white lab coat that billowed out behind her breezed in and spoke to me in a cheerful, singsongy voice.
"Hellooo Mr. Shaffly! And how are we today?"
She had a dark complexion, brown eyes and black, wavy hair that was just short of shoulder length. She couldn't have been any taller than 5'2" and had a curvy figure, accentuated by full breasts and a nice round butt that protruded in a very sexy way.
"Uh, I guess we are fine...so far."
She laughed obligingly, displaying a very engaging smile as she introduced herself.
"Mr. Shaffly, my name is Carla. I'm a specialist here at the clinic and Dr. Landry has asked me to help you with obtaining an adequate sample for testing."
As she spoke she removed her lab coat to hang over a hook on the wall. She wore brown dress slacks that hugged her form tightly and a silky black rayon top with buttons that were straining a bit.
"Before we do anything else, Mr. Shaffly, I'll need you to go over some papers pertaining to the procedure," she instructed as she slid the forms into a clip board. "These forms simply state that you are giving us permission to assist with the procurement of a semen sample."
She handed me the clipboard and a pen as she stood close to me, pointing to specific places on the page.
"If you will just initial there...and here... and there, and then just sign at the bottom."
I obediently signed the forms even though I had no idea exactly what I was giving her permission to do. Truth was, I didn't really want to talk about it. I just trusted Dr. Landry to do what was in my best interest.
"Oh, and just one more item," Carla added. "You have the option to check this box here if you would like to indicate a desire for this procedure to remain private from any and all parties, which would also include your spouse."
I quickly made a check in the box and then after a bit of thought, went back to darken the mark until I had filled in the entire area and the paper was beginning to tear.
"That should do just fine," Carla smiled as she took the clip board from me. "I'll step out for a moment while you disrobe. Then you can lie down on the table and put this sheet over you."
Still feeling a bit stunned, I quickly shed my clothes, not wishing for her to return before I had a chance to get under the sheet.
"Dammit!" I shouted out loud under my breath as I lay there, looking up at the ceiling. Shrinkage! God damn shrinkage! I was no porn star, but my dick was at least well into the average category as size goes. But whenever I got nervous or anxious, my cock retreated like a frightened turtle. The thought of Carla touching me was bad enough, but to have her discover nothing more than a pathetic nub was too humiliating to imagine.
As I was agonizing over this thought, Carla re-entered the room.
"Well, let's get started!" Carla instructed cheerfully. She approached the table and stood close as she explained what would be happening.
"Sometimes, trouble getting aroused stems from a lack of sufficient stimulation."
Carla began to unbutton her blouse.
"We have the same habits over the years. We are with the same partner for decades. Sex becomes routine and the lack of stimulation, while not a big issue for a healthy man, results in these problems with someone suffering from ED."
She opened her top and let it slide down and off her arms.
"It doesn't mean that you don't love your spouse. Of course you do."
She reached behind her to undo her bra.
"But it is nearly impossible to match the intensity of an exciting, new encounter."
She pushed the straps off of her shoulders one at a time as the cups fell away from her breasts.
"Our objective today is to provide enough stimulation so that we can induce an erection and obtain a viable semen sample."
I didn't know if I was supposed to look at her or not. I guess if she's getting naked, who the hell does she think is going to look at her?
I would steal a glance while trying not to stare. They were mesmerizing. She had large, dark areolas, broad protruding nipples and her breasts swayed gently side to side with her movements.
Carla placed her hands on my rib cage and slowly worked them upward, massaging my torso firmly before bringing them together, making her way over my chest and further downward.
"Do you like my breasts, Mr. Shaffly?" Carla purred, sounding conspicuously unprofessional at this point. "Please feel free to look at them as much as you want. That's why I took my top off."
"OK, uh, thanks," I replied for lack of anything better I could think to say. Her soft hands felt wonderful on my skin and I started to feel warm and tingly as she worked her way downward.
When she arrived at the sheet she paused as she picked up the hem and gently folded it over, draping it back across my legs. The cool air wafted over me as I was now completely exposed. The good news was that the massage had relaxed me to the point that my cock now laid over my abdomen in all it's full, flaccid glory.
Carla resumed the massage as her hands glided over my thighs to my knees before reversing direction. She moved slowly up the inside of my thighs. I gasped softly and took in a sharp breath as her her left hand made contact with my scrotum, her fingernails lightly brushing over my balls as her other hand gently encircled my cock while her thumb softly toyed with the spongy head.
It was amazing how good her touch felt, and I also found it hard to believe that though my dick had filled out a bit, it was still far from hard.
Carla turned to me and cooed, "Who are you thinking about right now, Mr. Shaffly?"
"Steven."
"What? Who?"
"Steven. Please call me Steven."
"Alright, Steven," Carla laughed. "What are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking that I can't believe I'm in a doctor's office."
"Well now, Steven, we're going to need to do better than that," Carla smiled. "Is there a woman that you find particularly attractive? Someone who really turns you on sexually?"
"Oh, that's easy," I offered. "That would be sweet, sexy Veronica!"
"Veronica?" Carla exclaimed with surprise. "You mean our office receptionist, Veronica?"
"None other," I replied dreamily.
I've had a crush on Veronica ever since she started working at this office a couple of years ago. She was maybe in her late twenties, tall, slender but curvy and had kinked shoulder length platinum blonde hair that shone like spun gold and gently framed her exquisite, delicate features. She was the very embodiment of sexual innocence and I lusted after her at every visit.
"Well, I think we have just found a way to help us expedite this procedure, Steven."
Carla turned to the phone and pressed a button. Immediately a soft voice came over the speaker.
"Yes?"
"Veronica, could you come to exam room three, please?"
"Of course. Right away."
"What?! Are you kidding me?!" I exclaimed in disbelief, reaching down to pull the sheet up over me.
"No no Steven, it's OK. Veronica is a very dedicated member of our staff and I know she will be willing to help out in any way she can."
There was no time to protest further as yet another soft knock came on the door as Veronica entered the room.
"Oh my gosh! Uh...Hello Carla," Veronica said with that sweet little voice as she tried to compose herself after seeing Carla topless. "What is it that I can help you with?"
It was at this moment that Veronica turned to see me naked on the table.
"Oh my gosh!" Veronica gasped again, placing her hand over her mouth and spinning around to face the wall. "I'm so sorry!"
"Veronica, it's alright," Carla assured her. "Mr. Shaffly needs to be able to give us a semen sample and I am here to assist him with that. However, your help could make a big difference in being able to make that happen."
"I don't understand," Veronica spoke softly. "What is it you want me to do?"
Carla turned to me and asked, "Steven, have you ever fantasized about what Veronica would look like naked?"
"Are you kidding?" I replied enthusiastically. "I've pictured it many times."
"I thought that might be the case," Carla smiled as she turned back to Veronica. "Would you be willing to take your clothes off for Steven?"
"Oh my gosh!" Veronica gasped once again. "I mean, you know, I really do want to help but I don't know. What if my boyfriend found out?"
"First of all, whatever happens in this room is covered by our privacy rules. And besides, this is not sex, it's a medical procedure."
"Well," Veronica stammered, "I do want to help, so I guess. Do you like, want me to do it now?"
"Of course dear," Carla encouraged. "Whenever you're ready."
Carla took her place once more beside my table and took my still limp cock into her hand to begin massaging it once more.
I swallowed hard as Veronica looked into my eyes, her delicate hands trembling.
She had a way of dressing that brought out both her innocence and her intense sexuality. She wore a short, white pleated skirt like a school girl might wear. No hosiery as the skin of her tan legs were velvety smooth and luminescent. On top she wore a modest, dark green turtleneck sweater which set off her blonde locks that cascaded over it.
After a slight hesitation, Veronica grabbed the hem of her sweater with both hands and pulled it up and over her head, her hair tossed about by the neck line. Under her sweater she wore only a sheer white camisole. It was so lightly translucent that her breasts left nothing to the imagination.
They were small but perfectly round and her small pink nipples sat high and jutted out against the fabric. She seemed to be gaining confidence, or perhaps she was simply becoming aroused.
She then lowered her hands and reached behind her to find the zipper on her skirt. She pulled it down and paused for just a second before letting it drop to the floor, revealing her silky white panties that matched her camisole.
My eyes were glued to her form, enraptured by what I was witnessing. I could also feel my cock swelling and tightening in Carla's hand as she continued to stroke me.
Veronica then took hold of the hem of her camisole as she pulled the wispy fabric up over her head, her breasts now exposed, bouncing playfully as she tossed the garment aside.
As her eyes remained locked onto mine but with more intensity than before, she spread her fingers and placed her hands over her breasts, squeezing them gently. She drew her breath in, accentuating her rib cage as her hands slid downward over her tight, flat tummy.
Moving lower, she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and tugged downward, exposing her smooth, bare pubic mound.
I was breathing heavier and my eyes were transfixed to this gloriously stimulating sight as Carla gently moved her hand up and down my shaft as it continued to increase in length and girth.
Veronica's thumbs moved outward until the waist band popped over her hips. As she parted her legs slightly her panties fell to the floor.
My gorgeous Veronica was now standing before me completely naked, a surreal goddess that was too perfect to be real. Her pubic mound was full and puffy. Her pussy was smooth and hairless with only a closed, featureless slit visible in the center.
By now my cock was almost fully erect and becoming firmer by the minute.
"Veronica, would you please walk over and stand next to Steven?" Carla requested.
Veronica obediently walked over and stood close to me. She brought with her the wafting essence of her sexuality that filled my senses as I could almost taste her.
"Steven, would you like to touch Veronica's pussy?" Carla asked, as if the question really needed an answer.
"Go ahead, Mr. Shaffly," Veronica chimed in. "I want you to touch me."
My trembling hand reached between her legs as my fingers lightly touched her outer lips that were as soft as a peach. She took a slightly wider stance to allow me to explore further. I slid my middle finger through the center and upward until I reached a patch of wetness.
Veronica wrapped her arms around her torso and moaned softly as she stood up on her toes, moving her hips up and down to fuck herself with my finger. I would thrust upward with her every downward movement.
"Oh, fuck Mr. Shaffly!" Veronica whined. "Jesus fuck!"
Carla was right about the theory of sufficient stimulation. My cock was now fully erect and hadn't felt this tight and hard since I was eighteen. I was so fucking horny at this point I was thrusting upward to fuck Carla's hand.
As Veronica turned to look at my cock, she couldn't take it anymore. She put her tiny hand over mine and gently pulled me from her. Carla suddenly retreated from her place beside the table as she watched Veronica place one knee on the table before swinging her other leg over to mount me.
Her chest heaving, she immediately grabbed my cock and guided it to her tight pink opening which was now dripping down the inside of her thigh. Looking into my eyes lustfully, she lowered her weight onto me, my cock driving deep into her warm tight pussy until her thighs lay over me.
As she leaned forward to grab the edges of the table, her torso remained motionless as her firm little butt twerked up and down as she fucked herself on my cock. Her tits twitched and jumped just above my face as she continued to use me. I grabbed her hips and began to thrust upward with every time she descended.
"Oh yes, Mr. Shaffly!" Veronica shouted. "Fuck me God dammit! Shove your fucking cock up my cunt! Do it! Harder!!"
As Veronica let out a tiny, high pitched grunt with each stroke, an unfamiliar warmth came over me.
"Oh fuck, fuck! I'm going to come Veronica! I'm gonna come!"
Veronica immediately dismounted and jumped to the floor before grabbing the base of my cock that was dripping with her juices and took it full into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down the length of my shaft as she turned her face side to side.
With my head thrown back while holding onto the exam table with white knuckles, my body stiffened and my hips spasmed upward as I groaned crudely before erupting violently into Veronica's sweet little mouth. Her eyes squinted as my cock continued to empty into her face with maybe the biggest load I had ever had.
As my orgasm subsided, Veronica squeezed my shaft upward from the bottom to wring out every last drop into her mouth. She then closed her lips tightly and sat bolt upright before extending her arm sharply to the left. With cool precision and team work, Carla slapped a specimen jar firmly into Veronica's palm with the same crisp motion that an assistant would use to relay a pair of metzembaum scissors to a surgeon.
Bringing the jar to her face with her elbow still extended, Veronica placed the open top of the jar firmly over her mouth. After making sure that she had a good seal, she used her tongue to snowball my load into the empty specimen container. She then held it up to the light to examine the markings on the side.
"Yes!" Veronica announced with satisfaction. "Four point five CCs. A very respectable specimen indeed!"
Veronica grabbed a tissue to dab a drop of pearlescent fluid that dribbled from the corner of her mouth before handing the jar to Carla.
"Carla, please deliver this to the lab at once and make sure they take a reading for the volume to enzyme ratio," Veronica instructed in a now very clinical tone.
"Yes, Dr. Kirby. Right away," Carla replied as she exited the exam room.
As the door latched shut, Veronica turned to me and exclaimed, "Well Mr. Shaffly! After we examine your specimen I'm sure that we can get you back on the road to a very satisfying sex life in no time!"
I laid on the table now propped up on my arms, a stunned expression on my face as my now limp cock leaked out onto my abdomen.
"Dr. Kirby?" I said slowly. "I'm not sure I understand."
"I can certainly see why you might be confused, Mr. Shaffly." Veronica continued. "While working part time as a receptionist I finally finished my residency and got my licence just a couple of weeks ago. I am now a doctor of sexual medicine."
"Wow! Congratulations Dr. Kirby!" I exclaimed. "But there is one more thing I don't understand. Before you got up onto the table you must have known that my erection was good enough to get the specimen you needed so, uh, why?"
"Well, it's my belief that if one is to do well at their job, one should make a concerted effort to really enjoy ones work. Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Shaffly?
"Steven."
"What?"
"Steven. Please call me Steven."
I know that they have to gather all of that information, I thought, but it just seemed a bit intrusive today to ask me why I was seeing the doctor. Hey, I'm no prude, but some problems are just too embarrassing to talk about to just anyone. Oh well.
My mind wandered as I sat there in the silence. I really didn't mind going to the doctor all that much, although I could sure do without the antiseptic stink of the place. Sitting up on the exam table with my hands grabbing the edges, I looked around at the tongue depressors and tacky artwork until I heard a light knock on the door that came a half second before it flew open.
Dr. Landry strode quickly across the room, shaking my hand without stopping as he made his way to his stool on wheels. He immediately plopped down before rolling himself backward to where he could lean against the wall.
Lounging casually while tilting his head back, he grabbed up my chart and peered through his reading glasses at it, immersed in thought. Apparently satisfied with a quick scan, he suddenly dropped it back onto the desk before looking up at me over the top of his glasses.
"Soooo Mr. Shaffly. What can we do for you today?"
Damn! This always happens! I carefully rehearse the description of my problem at home but when it comes time to recite it at the doctor's office, I'm tongue tied.
"Well," I stammered, "it seems that for the last year or so I've had trouble getting a hard o...." My brain quickly shifted gears as I attempted to sound a bit more clinical. "I seem to have difficulty attaining and maintaining an erection."
"I see," Dr. Landry replied thoughtfully as he picked up my chart again. "It looks as though we called you in some Viagra a few months ago. Did you have any luck with that?"
"Not really," I replied. "My face turned bright red and my vision took on a nice shade of lavender, but that's about it."
While lifting up a page he continued, "I also see that we set you up with a series of testosterone injections. Did you notice any difference with those?"
"No...no, can't say that I did, but I did enjoy dropping my pants for the nurse every month!"
My lame attempt at levity did nothing to help make light of the situation as Dr. Landry continued to look in my direction without any change in his stoic expression.
"Mmm hmm," Dr. Landry mumbled softly before raising his voice to pontificate.
"You know Mr. Shaffly, medical science has come a long way in just the past few years, and there are more options available now to help treat your problem of erectile dysfunction. In this day and age there is no reason for any otherwise healthy man to be denied a satisfying sex life."
I nodded with rapt attention as I listened further.
"I believe there are some new medications out now that can very likely help you with your problem."
"Wow! That sounds great!" I said, almost shouting. "Lets do it!"
"Well, hold on a second," Dr. Landry cautioned. "In addition to taking a blood panel, in order to know which medication will work best for you, along with the correct dosage amount, we will need to test your semen."
My enthusiasm immediately faded. "I don't know how I can give you a sample. I can't even start to, you know...."
Dr. Landry replied with a concerned look. "Yes, that IS a problem. I can express a small sample from your prostate digitally through your rectum, but in order to get an accurate count of the enzyme levels in your semen, we need to examine the entire contents of the gland."
"Fortunately," he continued, "we have someone on staff that deals with just these types of issues. Do you have any questions?"
"Good!" Dr. Landry exclaimed slapping his knees as he quickly got up from his chair. "Then I will leave you for now and I will send her right in."
The door slammed shut behind him while my mouth hung open and my hand remained raised.
In the silence my mind raced. Her. He said her. My heart started pounding as I was trying to put this all together. What the hell is she going to do? I mean, this IS a doctor's office after all. I mean, she wouldn't...would she?
My time to speculate further was cut short as the customary soft knock came on the door once again. A woman in a white lab coat that billowed out behind her breezed in and spoke to me in a cheerful, singsongy voice.
"Hellooo Mr. Shaffly! And how are we today?"
She had a dark complexion, brown eyes and black, wavy hair that was just short of shoulder length. She couldn't have been any taller than 5'2" and had a curvy figure, accentuated by full breasts and a nice round butt that protruded in a very sexy way.
"Uh, I guess we are fine...so far."
She laughed obligingly, displaying a very engaging smile as she introduced herself.
"Mr. Shaffly, my name is Carla. I'm a specialist here at the clinic and Dr. Landry has asked me to help you with obtaining an adequate sample for testing."
As she spoke she removed her lab coat to hang over a hook on the wall. She wore brown dress slacks that hugged her form tightly and a silky black rayon top with buttons that were straining a bit.
"Before we do anything else, Mr. Shaffly, I'll need you to go over some papers pertaining to the procedure," she instructed as she slid the forms into a clip board. "These forms simply state that you are giving us permission to assist with the procurement of a semen sample."
She handed me the clipboard and a pen as she stood close to me, pointing to specific places on the page.
"If you will just initial there...and here... and there, and then just sign at the bottom."
I obediently signed the forms even though I had no idea exactly what I was giving her permission to do. Truth was, I didn't really want to talk about it. I just trusted Dr. Landry to do what was in my best interest.
"Oh, and just one more item," Carla added. "You have the option to check this box here if you would like to indicate a desire for this procedure to remain private from any and all parties, which would also include your spouse."
I quickly made a check in the box and then after a bit of thought, went back to darken the mark until I had filled in the entire area and the paper was beginning to tear.
"That should do just fine," Carla smiled as she took the clip board from me. "I'll step out for a moment while you disrobe. Then you can lie down on the table and put this sheet over you."
Still feeling a bit stunned, I quickly shed my clothes, not wishing for her to return before I had a chance to get under the sheet.
"Dammit!" I shouted out loud under my breath as I lay there, looking up at the ceiling. Shrinkage! God damn shrinkage! I was no porn star, but my dick was at least well into the average category as size goes. But whenever I got nervous or anxious, my cock retreated like a frightened turtle. The thought of Carla touching me was bad enough, but to have her discover nothing more than a pathetic nub was too humiliating to imagine.
As I was agonizing over this thought, Carla re-entered the room.
"Well, let's get started!" Carla instructed cheerfully. She approached the table and stood close as she explained what would be happening.
"Sometimes, trouble getting aroused stems from a lack of sufficient stimulation."
Carla began to unbutton her blouse.
"We have the same habits over the years. We are with the same partner for decades. Sex becomes routine and the lack of stimulation, while not a big issue for a healthy man, results in these problems with someone suffering from ED."
She opened her top and let it slide down and off her arms.
"It doesn't mean that you don't love your spouse. Of course you do."
She reached behind her to undo her bra.
"But it is nearly impossible to match the intensity of an exciting, new encounter."
She pushed the straps off of her shoulders one at a time as the cups fell away from her breasts.
"Our objective today is to provide enough stimulation so that we can induce an erection and obtain a viable semen sample."
I didn't know if I was supposed to look at her or not. I guess if she's getting naked, who the hell does she think is going to look at her?
I would steal a glance while trying not to stare. They were mesmerizing. She had large, dark areolas, broad protruding nipples and her breasts swayed gently side to side with her movements.
Carla placed her hands on my rib cage and slowly worked them upward, massaging my torso firmly before bringing them together, making her way over my chest and further downward.
"Do you like my breasts, Mr. Shaffly?" Carla purred, sounding conspicuously unprofessional at this point. "Please feel free to look at them as much as you want. That's why I took my top off."
"OK, uh, thanks," I replied for lack of anything better I could think to say. Her soft hands felt wonderful on my skin and I started to feel warm and tingly as she worked her way downward.
When she arrived at the sheet she paused as she picked up the hem and gently folded it over, draping it back across my legs. The cool air wafted over me as I was now completely exposed. The good news was that the massage had relaxed me to the point that my cock now laid over my abdomen in all it's full, flaccid glory.
Carla resumed the massage as her hands glided over my thighs to my knees before reversing direction. She moved slowly up the inside of my thighs. I gasped softly and took in a sharp breath as her her left hand made contact with my scrotum, her fingernails lightly brushing over my balls as her other hand gently encircled my cock while her thumb softly toyed with the spongy head.
It was amazing how good her touch felt, and I also found it hard to believe that though my dick had filled out a bit, it was still far from hard.
Carla turned to me and cooed, "Who are you thinking about right now, Mr. Shaffly?"
"Steven."
"What? Who?"
"Steven. Please call me Steven."
"Alright, Steven," Carla laughed. "What are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking that I can't believe I'm in a doctor's office."
"Well now, Steven, we're going to need to do better than that," Carla smiled. "Is there a woman that you find particularly attractive? Someone who really turns you on sexually?"
"Oh, that's easy," I offered. "That would be sweet, sexy Veronica!"
"Veronica?" Carla exclaimed with surprise. "You mean our office receptionist, Veronica?"
"None other," I replied dreamily.
I've had a crush on Veronica ever since she started working at this office a couple of years ago. She was maybe in her late twenties, tall, slender but curvy and had kinked shoulder length platinum blonde hair that shone like spun gold and gently framed her exquisite, delicate features. She was the very embodiment of sexual innocence and I lusted after her at every visit.
"Well, I think we have just found a way to help us expedite this procedure, Steven."
Carla turned to the phone and pressed a button. Immediately a soft voice came over the speaker.
"Yes?"
"Veronica, could you come to exam room three, please?"
"Of course. Right away."
"What?! Are you kidding me?!" I exclaimed in disbelief, reaching down to pull the sheet up over me.
"No no Steven, it's OK. Veronica is a very dedicated member of our staff and I know she will be willing to help out in any way she can."
There was no time to protest further as yet another soft knock came on the door as Veronica entered the room.
"Oh my gosh! Uh...Hello Carla," Veronica said with that sweet little voice as she tried to compose herself after seeing Carla topless. "What is it that I can help you with?"
It was at this moment that Veronica turned to see me naked on the table.
"Oh my gosh!" Veronica gasped again, placing her hand over her mouth and spinning around to face the wall. "I'm so sorry!"
"Veronica, it's alright," Carla assured her. "Mr. Shaffly needs to be able to give us a semen sample and I am here to assist him with that. However, your help could make a big difference in being able to make that happen."
"I don't understand," Veronica spoke softly. "What is it you want me to do?"
Carla turned to me and asked, "Steven, have you ever fantasized about what Veronica would look like naked?"
"Are you kidding?" I replied enthusiastically. "I've pictured it many times."
"I thought that might be the case," Carla smiled as she turned back to Veronica. "Would you be willing to take your clothes off for Steven?"
"Oh my gosh!" Veronica gasped once again. "I mean, you know, I really do want to help but I don't know. What if my boyfriend found out?"
"First of all, whatever happens in this room is covered by our privacy rules. And besides, this is not sex, it's a medical procedure."
"Well," Veronica stammered, "I do want to help, so I guess. Do you like, want me to do it now?"
"Of course dear," Carla encouraged. "Whenever you're ready."
Carla took her place once more beside my table and took my still limp cock into her hand to begin massaging it once more.
I swallowed hard as Veronica looked into my eyes, her delicate hands trembling.
She had a way of dressing that brought out both her innocence and her intense sexuality. She wore a short, white pleated skirt like a school girl might wear. No hosiery as the skin of her tan legs were velvety smooth and luminescent. On top she wore a modest, dark green turtleneck sweater which set off her blonde locks that cascaded over it.
After a slight hesitation, Veronica grabbed the hem of her sweater with both hands and pulled it up and over her head, her hair tossed about by the neck line. Under her sweater she wore only a sheer white camisole. It was so lightly translucent that her breasts left nothing to the imagination.
They were small but perfectly round and her small pink nipples sat high and jutted out against the fabric. She seemed to be gaining confidence, or perhaps she was simply becoming aroused.
She then lowered her hands and reached behind her to find the zipper on her skirt. She pulled it down and paused for just a second before letting it drop to the floor, revealing her silky white panties that matched her camisole.
My eyes were glued to her form, enraptured by what I was witnessing. I could also feel my cock swelling and tightening in Carla's hand as she continued to stroke me.
Veronica then took hold of the hem of her camisole as she pulled the wispy fabric up over her head, her breasts now exposed, bouncing playfully as she tossed the garment aside.
As her eyes remained locked onto mine but with more intensity than before, she spread her fingers and placed her hands over her breasts, squeezing them gently. She drew her breath in, accentuating her rib cage as her hands slid downward over her tight, flat tummy.
Moving lower, she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and tugged downward, exposing her smooth, bare pubic mound.
I was breathing heavier and my eyes were transfixed to this gloriously stimulating sight as Carla gently moved her hand up and down my shaft as it continued to increase in length and girth.
Veronica's thumbs moved outward until the waist band popped over her hips. As she parted her legs slightly her panties fell to the floor.
My gorgeous Veronica was now standing before me completely naked, a surreal goddess that was too perfect to be real. Her pubic mound was full and puffy. Her pussy was smooth and hairless with only a closed, featureless slit visible in the center.
By now my cock was almost fully erect and becoming firmer by the minute.
"Veronica, would you please walk over and stand next to Steven?" Carla requested.
Veronica obediently walked over and stood close to me. She brought with her the wafting essence of her sexuality that filled my senses as I could almost taste her.
"Steven, would you like to touch Veronica's pussy?" Carla asked, as if the question really needed an answer.
"Go ahead, Mr. Shaffly," Veronica chimed in. "I want you to touch me."
My trembling hand reached between her legs as my fingers lightly touched her outer lips that were as soft as a peach. She took a slightly wider stance to allow me to explore further. I slid my middle finger through the center and upward until I reached a patch of wetness.
Veronica wrapped her arms around her torso and moaned softly as she stood up on her toes, moving her hips up and down to fuck herself with my finger. I would thrust upward with her every downward movement.
"Oh, fuck Mr. Shaffly!" Veronica whined. "Jesus fuck!"
Carla was right about the theory of sufficient stimulation. My cock was now fully erect and hadn't felt this tight and hard since I was eighteen. I was so fucking horny at this point I was thrusting upward to fuck Carla's hand.
As Veronica turned to look at my cock, she couldn't take it anymore. She put her tiny hand over mine and gently pulled me from her. Carla suddenly retreated from her place beside the table as she watched Veronica place one knee on the table before swinging her other leg over to mount me.
Her chest heaving, she immediately grabbed my cock and guided it to her tight pink opening which was now dripping down the inside of her thigh. Looking into my eyes lustfully, she lowered her weight onto me, my cock driving deep into her warm tight pussy until her thighs lay over me.
As she leaned forward to grab the edges of the table, her torso remained motionless as her firm little butt twerked up and down as she fucked herself on my cock. Her tits twitched and jumped just above my face as she continued to use me. I grabbed her hips and began to thrust upward with every time she descended.
"Oh yes, Mr. Shaffly!" Veronica shouted. "Fuck me God dammit! Shove your fucking cock up my cunt! Do it! Harder!!"
As Veronica let out a tiny, high pitched grunt with each stroke, an unfamiliar warmth came over me.
"Oh fuck, fuck! I'm going to come Veronica! I'm gonna come!"
Veronica immediately dismounted and jumped to the floor before grabbing the base of my cock that was dripping with her juices and took it full into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down the length of my shaft as she turned her face side to side.
With my head thrown back while holding onto the exam table with white knuckles, my body stiffened and my hips spasmed upward as I groaned crudely before erupting violently into Veronica's sweet little mouth. Her eyes squinted as my cock continued to empty into her face with maybe the biggest load I had ever had.
As my orgasm subsided, Veronica squeezed my shaft upward from the bottom to wring out every last drop into her mouth. She then closed her lips tightly and sat bolt upright before extending her arm sharply to the left. With cool precision and team work, Carla slapped a specimen jar firmly into Veronica's palm with the same crisp motion that an assistant would use to relay a pair of metzembaum scissors to a surgeon.
Bringing the jar to her face with her elbow still extended, Veronica placed the open top of the jar firmly over her mouth. After making sure that she had a good seal, she used her tongue to snowball my load into the empty specimen container. She then held it up to the light to examine the markings on the side.
"Yes!" Veronica announced with satisfaction. "Four point five CCs. A very respectable specimen indeed!"
Veronica grabbed a tissue to dab a drop of pearlescent fluid that dribbled from the corner of her mouth before handing the jar to Carla.
"Carla, please deliver this to the lab at once and make sure they take a reading for the volume to enzyme ratio," Veronica instructed in a now very clinical tone.
"Yes, Dr. Kirby. Right away," Carla replied as she exited the exam room.
As the door latched shut, Veronica turned to me and exclaimed, "Well Mr. Shaffly! After we examine your specimen I'm sure that we can get you back on the road to a very satisfying sex life in no time!"
I laid on the table now propped up on my arms, a stunned expression on my face as my now limp cock leaked out onto my abdomen.
"Dr. Kirby?" I said slowly. "I'm not sure I understand."
"I can certainly see why you might be confused, Mr. Shaffly." Veronica continued. "While working part time as a receptionist I finally finished my residency and got my licence just a couple of weeks ago. I am now a doctor of sexual medicine."
"Wow! Congratulations Dr. Kirby!" I exclaimed. "But there is one more thing I don't understand. Before you got up onto the table you must have known that my erection was good enough to get the specimen you needed so, uh, why?"
"Well, it's my belief that if one is to do well at their job, one should make a concerted effort to really enjoy ones work. Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Shaffly?
"Steven."
"What?"
"Steven. Please call me Steven."
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