… and of course he’s a filthy old pervert.

American health care is so disappointing but you’ve had some skin issues you wanted to check out and, as luck would have it, only an older male doctor would accept your cut rate insurance. You have no choice.

But when you’re sitting there in your underwear, covered only by a paper gown, in a seemingly empty office at the end of the day, you begin to wonder if you made a mistake. The are no nurses or assistants bustling around. The doctor works alone and is making you wait.

You almost pack up to leave but then he enters. At first he seems professional. He listens to your concerns. But you also catch his eyes darting to your exposed skin, taking it in. He begins to look hungry. His eyes linger longer. Is he been listening to you? You begin to wish you had kept your clothes on … or at least worn less revealing underwear.

And then he’s examining you. His hands are warm but they’re also everywhere. He insists on seeing everything. He assures you this is normal.

Will you remove your bra when he asks? What about your panties? Will you say something when he begins pinching and rolling your nipples? Kneading your breasts? What about when you feel two thick fingers prying you open? Will you say something then? Will you run out? You’re basically naked and your clothes are so far.

Will you finally say something when he tell you to close your eyes because he wants to check something on the inside of you cheek? Will you scream when you hear the unmistakable sound of a belt being unbuckled? Do you think you’ll retch when he’s pushing a fat cock over your tongue and down your throat?

I’m not a medical professional but I am creative and filthy. I’m a normal person by day; a filthy pervert at night. Only message me if you’re serious and know what you want.