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  THE SINFUL DOCTOR DAVIS

  THE EXAMINATION OF MRS. DALY

  Lance Mayhem

  Chapter One

  I could tell by the fading light that it was getting late. The office was eerily quiet and as far as I knew, I was the only one left in the building.

  A knock on the door startled me from my dreamlike state.

  “Come in,” I said.

  In walked a middle-aged woman. She wore bright red lipstick, and had short, salt and pepper hair; she wore a tight-fitting, blue dress that was cut just above the knee. The dress flattered her curvaceous figure and showed off her shapely legs. I guessed she was in her mid-sixties but even at that advanced age, she was a very attractive woman. There was something oddly familiar about her.

  “Hello,” she said in a soft voice. “You must be the doctor?”

  “The doctor?” I repeated.

  “Yes, I had a 4:30 appointment, but I’m afraid I’m way behind my time. I hope it’s not too late.”

  “Oh, no. You’re fine.”

  “I’m Mrs. Daly,” she said extending a small hand toward me.

  Mrs. Daly, I thought. I remember a Marcia Daly from third grade. She was a young, saucy blonde teacher whom I was hopelessly in love with. That was nearly thirty years ago. But as I peered closely into her blue eyes, I knew it was indeed my former third grade teacher. Yeah, she was older, her skin was more wrinkled and her boobs were bigger and sagged more, but there was a glint in her eye that I remember from my boyhood fantasies.

  “Hello, Mrs. Daly,” I replied.

  We shook hands and I welcomed her into the examining room. “How are you doing today?”

  “Oh, I’m fine.”

  “Well, Mrs. Daly.” I said. “What brings you in?”

  “My husband and I are going on a trip to Europe,” she replied. “I just wanted a routine exam before we depart.”

  “That’s an excellent idea,” I told her. “You wouldn’t want to come down with something before you leave. Have a seat on the examining table and we’ll have a look at you.”

  Mrs. Daly plopped her round bottom onto the table. She crossed her curvy legs together at the ankle and waited for me to proceed. God, she was beautiful. She had a cute, round face, big tits, and was plump in all the right places. No wonder I was infatuated with her as an eight-year-old. I dare say I’m still infatuated. It was like I was a boy again daydreaming about those round, soft breasts.

  I began the examination by looking in both ears, and then down her throat.

  I tried to stay calm, but try as I might, I couldn’t get over the fact that Mrs. Daly was on the examination table and I, of all people, was examining her. It was surreal. I debated about whether I should reveal my identity, or not. In the end, I decided she would get a kick out of knowing it was me.

  “Mrs. Daly,” I said. “You don’t remember me. Do you?”

  Mrs. Daly’s eyes narrowed and her forehead wrinkled. “No,” she replied shaking her head.

  “I’m Tommy; Tommy Davis.” Her face remained a blank. “I was a student of yours in the third grade.”

  Mrs. Daly’s face lit up. “Oh, Thomas Davis. Of course I remember you.”

  The two of us instantly embraced. I don’t know who initiated the hug. It just sort of happened, sudden and spontaneous. I’ve hugged a lot of women, but the feel of Mrs. Daly’s tits pressed tight against my chest, sent tingles down my spine, and straight into my crotch. I instantly became firm, and I could feel my face grow flush.

  “I’m surprised to see you became a doctor,” she said after ending our embrace.

  “You—you are?” I asked nervously.

  “Yeah, I thought you would have been a high school dropout or a janitor or wound up in jail.” I stared blankly at Mrs. Daly. “I’m kidding,” she said. Then we both shared a good laugh.

  “I didn’t know if I should tell you it was me or not.”

  “I’m so glad you did,” she replied placing a hand on my elbow. “I was a little nervous about coming in today. You know, seeing a new doctor and all? Now that I know its you, I’m much more relaxed.”

  “Well, I’m glad to hear it.”

  As I continued the exam, Mrs. Daly loosened up and the two of us began to catch up. We reminisced about the good old days, our old school, and mutual friends. I learned she had been retired for over a year, and was still living in town with her husband. I told her about graduation, my marriage and my subsequent divorce. I liked talking to her. She made me feel relaxed; she made me feel good.

  “You know I had such a crush on you?” I confided in her. She smiled and said she was aware. “What? How?”

  “A young woman knows these things, Tommy. I caught you sneaking peaks at my boobs.”

  I felt my face grow flush. “Uh, Mrs. Daly…”

  “You know it’s true.”

  I smiled sheepishly at her. “Yeah, its true.”

  “It doesn’t seem to have traumatized you too much.”

  “No, not at all.” My thoughts turned back to the business at hand. “Uh, Mrs. Daly,” I said. “When’s the last time you’ve had a breast exam?”

  “Oh… it’s been a while. I don’t remember, actually.”

  “Well, then we should probably do one now.”

  Chapter Two

  “You can go behind the screen,” I told her. “There should be a gown for you back there. Remove your clothes and put on the gown.”

  I winced at my own words. I could hardly believe I was going through with this, but the thought of seeing Mrs. Daly’s boobs was propelling me forth. If I played my cards right, I’d be touching those big tits in just few minutes. My regret, however, was telling her who I was. Perhaps anonymity would have made things less awkward for me.

  Mrs. Daly dutifully hopped off the table and disappeared behind the screen. After a few minutes, she reemerged wearing the gown. I helped her back onto the table. She looked up at me and smiled. Then she waited for me to proceed.

  I moved in slowly and spread the front of her gown open to expose her chest. To my surprise, I saw she was still wearing her bra. It was white and strained against the two fleshy mounds, which looked like they were aching to break free of their cotton bondage.

  “You’ll have to remove the bra,” I told her.

  “Yes, of course,” she replied.

  Agreeable as she was, she made no effort to remove it. Instead, I reached around her back and undid her bra. My hands trembled as I fumbled momentarily with the hooks. I felt like a sixteen year old on his first date.

  With the clasps free, she slipped out of the garment, exposing two magnificent fleshy boobs. They were big, and shapely. Two large, pink areolas swelled from their center, and two nipples the size of acorns dotted the bullseye. Her nipples were swollen and erect, but I chalked that up to the cold room temperature rather than any sign of arousal. Jesus, I thought. She had about the sweetest pair of tits I have ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot of boobs in my lifetime.

  I wanted so bad to begin the exam, but I was hesitant. I felt like such a douchebag. I was about to place my fingers to the breast of my third grade teacher. I could hardly imagine this happening before today.

  “Is there something wrong?” she said sensing my anxiety.

  I let out a chuckle and then confided in her. “I don’t know,” I said. “Perhaps you would feel more comfortable with another doctor?”

  She gave me a surprised look. “Another Doctor? Why?”

  “I just thought you’d be more comfortable, Mrs. Daly…”

  “I feel perfectly comfortable with you, Tommy, and stop calling me Mrs. Daly. You’re not in my third grade class anymore. You may call me Marcia.”

  “Okay, Marcia.”

 
; “Now lets get on with it.”

  I took a deep breath, and begin the exam with a visual inspection. I was looking for visible imperfections or maladies but I had a hard time focusing. Instead, I found myself mesmerized by her rack. The mild tingling sensation I felt earlier had intensified, and I could feel an erection growing beneath my clothing. I made no attempt to resist my aroused state. Instead, I allowed myself to relax and feel the flow of blood as it filled my cock.

  After the visual inspection, I proceeded with the exam. I began with her right breast and placed my hand against her soft skin; then I applied slight pressure, which buried my fingers an inch deep within the folds of her soft boobs. Marcia squirmed.

  “I’m sorry,” I said. “My hands must be cold.”

  “It’s quite alright.”

  I began massaging her right breast to check for lumps. I moved in a circular motion away from her nipple making sure I covered every inch of her breast. Occasionally—sometimes by accident and sometimes on purpose—my hand brushed up against her nipple, causing it to swell beneath my touch. I watched in amazement, as it grew three-fold before my eyes.

  When I finished with the right breast, I moved to the left one and began massaging it. Instantly, her left nipple swelled. I found myself rubbing the nub out of force of habit, absentmindedly playing with the flesh between my fingertips as if I were her lover trying to get her off. It was a momentary lapse and when I realized what I was doing, I stopped. During this time, neither one of us said a word. Instead, the only sound in the room came from our heavy breathing. My erection was now raging, hidden beneath my pants but aching to break free.

  “I didn’t feel any lumps,” I said after completing my examination. “You’re breasts look and feel healthy.”

  Marcia’s face broke into a wide grin. “Oh, I’m so glad,” she said.

  “When’s the last time you’ve had a vaginal exam?” I asked.

  “About twelve months ago,” she replied.

  “I think its time for another.”

  Marcia hesitated and then said, “Okay.”

  I felt my heart race in my chest as if it were going to explode. I felt an impending eruption in my crotch as well. I had no idea what I was doing. I suggested an internal exam to see her heels in the stirrups and her legs spread wide. I wanted to penetrate her with my fingers. The fact she was willing to comply surprised me and I counted it as a stroke of good fortune.

  I set up the stirrups at the corner ends of the table, and then I assisted her by placing her right foot into one and then the left foot into the other. Marcia dutifully lifted her gown above her waist to give me a full view of her womanhood. She had a full crop of salt and pepper pubic hair from which her labia prominently sprung forth like Vesuvius. She appeared swollen and I saw moisture forming at her lips as they glistened in the harsh overhead light. I decided to skip the latex gloves. I wanted to feel her vagina with my bare hand. I reached for the KY Jelly and rubbed a generous portion into my hands.

  “Are you ready?” I asked.

  Marcia didn’t reply. Instead she spread her legs wider, turning her slit into a gaping chasm. She was ready.

  I slowly inserted two fingers. She was surprisingly wet and practically dripping in her own sauce. Most women her age have trouble with dryness, but not Marcia.

  “I see I didn’t need the KY Jelly,” I said to her.

  Her face, neck and chest lit up in bright red. “Oh, God,” she said. “I’m so embarrassed.”

  “Don’t be,” I told her. “Its commonplace.”

  “It is?”

  “Of course. Lots of women get aroused during an internal exam. Just try to relax.”

  I ran my fingers inside her vagina, pushing deep and massaging her smooth vaginal walls before slowly pulling forward in a come-hither motion. My middle finger came in contact with something large and fleshy. It was her clitoris, and when I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger, she let out a gasp and began writhing her hips. Her legs closed and shut repeatedly as I held my fingers firm inside.

  “Is everything okay?” I asked her.

  “Oh—oh, everything is fine,” she said in hoarse voice.

  I had touched a nerve and I felt like I was playing her like a musical instrument. Her body was under my control, and at the mercy of my deft touch. I left her clit alone and begin probing deep within her cunt, rolling my fingers slowly upward as I pressed gently against her bladder. Her breathing became loud and heavy as I worked my way around inside her cunt. Her legs thrashed back and forth in time to my hand movements. I looked up and saw that her eyes were closed and that she was breathing through a wide-open mouth. Soft gurgling sounds emanated from the back of her throat. I turned my attention back to her pussy. I pulled my fingers back out and then gently massaged her vulva. After a few minutes, I slowly spread her lips and reinserted my fingers into her sopping wet cunt.

  When I looked up again, I was surprised to see her cupping both boobs in her hands rolling them around like fresh bread dough. Her nipples were hard and erect and she began playing with them, pinching and pulling the fleshy buds between her thumb and forefinger. Blood coursed through my already stiff cock. I felt like I would explode at any moment.

  Next, I pulled my fingers out of her vagina, and reached for the speculum, which was sitting nearby. There was no need to ask permission, I simply spread her soft lips apart and slowly pushed the device into her cunt. She was still dripping wet, so it slid in easily. Once inside, I opened the speculum and the soft folds of her vagina parted like the red sea revealing a healthy and shiny cervix. I then rolled the speculum slowly inside her, moving it in a slow tantalizing fashion that caused her to moan and rock her hips back and forth. Her face was bright red and her mouth stretched wide-open seeking ever-deeper gulps of air. Her ass gyrated faster and faster, and her moans became louder. She was very aroused and I could tell she was about to climax. Then, suddenly, Marcia’s ass shot in the air as she arched her back into a bridge. She held this position for a moment while she completed her orgasm. I watched intently as she clenched her ass cheeks in time with her spasms.

  With her orgasm complete, Marcia relaxed and allowed her ass to once again contact the table. After a few seconds her breathing returned to normal and she was able to force a smile on her face. I removed the juice-stained speculum from her pussy, and then I dove face first into her muff and sucked the juice from her sweet pussy. She tasted of ambrosia and I licked that woman dry, rasping my tongue against her clit like a ravenous dog would lick the last morsel from a dry bone. She moaned loudly and her voice rose in pitch with every stroke of my tongue until she couldn’t take it anymore. A second orgasm took possession of her body, and the flesh on her thighs twitched in sympathy with her convulsions.

  Marcia collapsed backward in exhaustion. Her mouth was agape as she took deep breaths into her lungs. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically and slowly. “Jesus Christ,” she said after catching her breath. “That was awesome.”

  “Yeah,” I replied, “It looked pretty awesome.”

  “I can’t believe I did that. God, I’m so embarrassed.”

  “No need to be embarrased.”

  “Oh God,” she repeated over-and-over while covering her face.

  “Don’t worry about it,” I reassured her. “It’s normal. It happens all the time.”

  “You have female patients cumming on your examining table all the time?”

  “Well,” I admitted. “No.”

  “I have to go,” Mrs. Daly said as she got up from the table.

  I watched as her bare ass walked away from me. I don’t know why, but I began following her. I followed her nude body all the way behind the curtain where I stopped and watched her bend over a chair to pick up her clothing. Quickly, I snuck up to her from behind and grabbed her around the waist, and clasped my fingers around her belly.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “We’re not done with the exam,” I told her while pulling her ass towa
rds my rock hard cock.

  “We’re not?” she asked tentatively.

  I began rubbing my cock against her bare ass. “No, I replied. I think you’ll need to examine me now.”

  Chapter Three

  “I really think you should stop, Tommy, er Dr. Davis,” said Marcia.

  “Aw,” I replied. “Can’t you feel how hard I am?” I thrust my still covered bone into her backside. Then I rubbed my manhood between the crack of her ass in a slow and seductive up and down motion.

  “Ah, yes, I can feel that. You are very hard, but I’m a married woman, Doctor.”

  “So? You’re already naked and your cunt is still juicy wet. All I have to do is drop my pants.”