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It was a complicated dream, but I was sure of the outcome, at least I
thought I was. I awoke before the outcome, but I was sure of what would
have happened. I'd call this a revolutionary confirmation of sexual
nature. In the dream, I was talking to a man, and after some bit of
banter and uncertain allusion and intent, the sudden image of the man's
cock outlined under his pants, large, hard, and perfect of form, became
the focus of attention. It was like an iron cross in front of me, and I
gaped at it, then at the man, and he knew, and I knew, and then I woke.
But before I awoke, and this is the odd part, the man with the iron cross
cock showed me his license plate, the one on his car, and wanted me to
notice the county on the plate. Then, I think, he told me to wake up, or
else he knew I was about to wake up, but in either case, he clearly
wanted me to remember, and to remember the state county on his license
plate. I awoke suddenly, wide awake, remembering everything, as he told
me to do. I got out of bed, and went to the bathroom, and thats when I
noticed I was wet. Confirmation, as if I needed it, but there it was.
Changing my pajama bottoms, and washing off, the image of his cock did
not leave me.
Time passes, and of course a lot of time passed, and though I never could
forget this particular dream, it had faded to where I no longer thought
about it. Then, as fate would have it, I was sent on a business trip,
decided to drive, so I could visit family along the way, and driving down
the highway, I see a sign welcoming me to the county on iron cock's
license plate.
In the dream, the man was sitting on a bench outside a hospital or
medical center. I walked up, we talked, and the conversation became
slightly strange, then I saw it, the very clear outline, like a dagger,
like a cross, of his very formidable cock and balls under his thin pants.
So, driving down the highway, my senses hightened, observing everything,
I see the sign saaying, "Hospital this exit," and I followed instinct,
and took the exit.
It didn't surprise me to come upon the small hospital, with trees in
front. It didn't surprise me to see an arrangement of bences along the
sidewalk in front of the building. It didn't surprise me to see, as I
pulled into the small parking lot, a man, the man, sitting in medical
scrubs on one of the benches. None of these things surprised me, and, in
fact, the surprise would have been if none of them were there, as they
were in the dream.
I parked, and walked up to the benches. He looked up, there was no
surprise. I stood for a moment, and his non-plussed look seemed to say,
well, you made it, about time. I fell to the bench opposite him, as in
the dream, and we chatted meaningless small-talk, then, I saw it. No
surprise, I looked at his marvelously hard, perfectly formed erection,
outlined under his pants, and I looked up to his face, and there was no
surprise.
"Come inside," he said, getting up and leading me into the building,
"it's time for your eximation," and he help open the glass door. I
followed him inside, past the nurse station, through the door to the
back. He selected an empty room, turned the sign around to "In Use," and
we went in.
He sat on the exam table, legs crossed, and told me to take off my
clothes. Without question, I stripped, taking off everything, knowing
that he was looking, but not looking back until I was completely naked.
I stood for a moment, then finally looked at him. He nodded, looking me
over, then uncrossed his legs. I looked, shyly, but unmistakably between
his legs. It had gone down some, so that it was laying long his leg,
rather than standing up across his belly as before.
"We'll start with your oral exam," he said, adding, "Come over here." He
leaned slightly forward as I stepped closer. "Open wide." "Aahhh," I
responded, bending down and lifting my head for him to look in my mouth.
He grabbed my chin, and turned my face from side to side. "Yes," he
said, "I'm going to have to probe."
He stood, slid down his pants, and ordered me to kneel. He then wiped my
lips with alcohol, and cleaned his one again hard cock. Then he held my
head, and began his probe.
He slid the head of his cock through my lips, turning my head from side
to side, pushing his cock against one cheek, then the other, back and
forth, each time a little deeper into my mouth. "It's important to work
in slowly," he said, "to get the proper stretch, and to gradually
overcome your gag reflex."
This made sense to me, as I could feel him pressing deeper and deeper,
side to side, stroking in and out, past my tongue, stretching past my
tonsils back and forth, side to side, in and out, finally popping into my
throat.
I gasped as he slid in. He held the back of my head with one hand, and
massaged the outside of my throat with the other. He slid in like a
giant snake. And I felt the intensity of his cock vibrating through me,
my entire body focused and shaking. My eyes open wide, I see the blur of
his belly pressing against my face, then retracting, as he stroking his
cock in and out of my head and throat. "Hold my balls," he said, and I
did.
I could feel the warmth of his cum shooting down my esophagus. It felt
like a hot stream, and it began to fill my stomach. I continued to
squeeze his balls, consciously wanting all of his cum. He moaned, and
pulled out. "You need this in your mouth," he said, breathing heavily,
"you need to savor the taste." And I did.
I enjoyed it immensily, and felt a huge grim across my face. I continued
sucking, eagerly. I bobbed my head up and down his shaft, sliding my
teeth along the bottom of his cock. "Good boy," he said to me. Then he
said "and good girl." My grin grew larger, and I looked up at him with
bright, happy eyes. He held my chin up. "Yes, good girl," he said.
"Good girl."
At this point, I leaned back on my haunches, and he sat back on the
table. I watched him breath deeply. I looked with pride at his
obviously relieved cock.
"There's a shower in the restroom," he said, "go clean up." "And," he
added, "you should shave. Everything." I looked at him, and saw his
eyes on my unshaved legs, his look showing a bit of disgust at my unkempt
look. I got up, and went into the restroom, found soap and a disposable
razor, and got in the shower.
Towelling off, I heard a woman's voice, "Miss," she said, and I turned
around. The nurse who'd been busy on the phone when we'd walked past her
station was now standing in the exam room, shocked when I turned, and
she saw I was not a woman. "What are you doing in here?" she asked.
"The doctor examined me," I said, "and he told me to shower." "What
doctor?" she said, looking confused. It suddenly occured to me that I
didn't know the doctor's name. Then an older man stuck his head in the
door. "Dr Redman here is the only doctor in this clinic today," she
said, "and he just got back from a call."
Suddenly, I realized I'd been had. I couldn't believe it. I explained
that I'd pulled off the road, not feeling well, come in, and a man, who I
thought was a doctor examined me. The nurse just stared at me, but old
Dr Redman allowed that one of the orderlies may had let me in.
"In any case," the nurse said, "you'll have to get dressed and leave."
She handed me a pile of clothes; I looked and it was a dress, bra, and
panties. "These aren't my clothes!" I protested. "They're the only
clothes in the room," the nurse said, "so they have to be yours."
"Here," she said, handing me the dress and stuff, "dress in the restroom
while I sanitize this room. I will have to find out who that orderly
was."
I shut the door. Looking the mirror, my shaved body, holding my new
clothes, wondering how this happened to me. I help up the dress; a short
one-piece summer print. I shook it to straighten the folds, and hung it
carefully on the door hook. Then I held up the panties and bra. I
couldn't believe it; 'Who was that guy?' I wondered, 'And how did he pull
this off?' Nothing else to do, I slipped on the panties. They felt
tremendously good sliding up my smooth legs. I got chills, and stood
there a moment feeling good. Then, the bra. 'What do I need a bra for?'
I wondered. I held it up to me, smelled it, then slipped my arms through
the straps, pulled it up over my breasts, and reached behind me to fumble
with the hooks. I smiled at myself in the mirror, seeing myself standing
there in panties and bra. I felt an erection, but tucked it down my
panties. Then I took the dress from the door, held it over my head,
lifted my arms through the shoulder straps, and slipped the dress down
over my body. It was a tight fit, but a good fit. I stood, turning side
to side, admiring my image. I looked at my feet. 'No heels?' I thought,
disappointed. And I opened the door into the room. The nurse was still
there, she saw me and smiled. "Here," she said, handing me a lovely pair
of strapped heels, "these must be yours." Chills went through me. "Oh,
yes," I said, as if I'd seen and worn the shoes before. I lifted one
knee, and slipped on a shoe, then lifted the other. I stood there
smiling, suddenly a very happy girl. "And don't forget your purse," she
said, handing me a clutch bag. I thanked her, took the bag, and went
outside. A good girl, a very good girl.
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