Femdom Doctor and Modeling

 

Femdom Doctor and Modeling

I had to volunteer for the German Bundeswehr and serve as my fellow comrades.

Because of my obsession with clinical erotica, medical examinations were difficult.

 

I often imagined having sex in a hospital or with a horny nurse while waiting in the doctor's office.

 

This time I had to have a check-up from a female doctor and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control my excitement.

 

So I tried this morning too.

 

I get so excited when I think about the doctor touching me.

When I was called into the practice room for a health check, the military doctor was only visible from the back at first.

 

She wore a white robe, hair tied back and leather shoes on her strong legs.

 

Suddenly all my nervousness returned.

 

He told me to take off my clothes in an arrogant tone.

 

I slowly and hesitantly looked at him while his back was still facing me.

 

I was only wearing underwear.

 

Then finally the director turned around and I gasped because his chest was so big I couldn't take my eyes off him.

 

Very hot breasts! The surgeon cleared his throat, put his glasses on his nose and began to question me quietly.

"Do you use drugs?

 

when was the last time you drank Do you drink alcohol regularly?

 

How often do you exercise?

 

Do you have a regular sex life?

 

Are you aggressive?

 

Have you ever fought?

 

How many friends do you have?" I answered as best I could, and the doctor listened to my heart with a stethoscope.

 

I felt like I could hear clearly even without a stethoscope.

 

Because the blood flowed when he was asked about his sexual orientation.

 

Clinical sex, white erotica, anything to do with clinical erotica, big breasts, should I say dirty military doctor?

 

Did he really have to ask me that?

 

"Nothing special." I grunted and hoped it was believable.

 

He wrinkled his nose and tested my reflexes, then pushed me onto the scale and recorded my weight and height.

 

Then, when he saw the look in my eyes while wearing disposable rubber gloves, you'd have thought he'd acknowledge the fear, but when he put on the latex gloves, the sexual excitement increased.

 

This made her look even sexier to me and I would do anything for this top doctor!

"Do not worry." It spoke to me more like a military exercise than a reassurance.

 

Then he took off my underwear and the best part of me finally jumped for joy.

 

Her chest came closer to mine and I felt myself losing control of my breathing.

 

I had to hold myself tight to keep from moaning.

 

The manager held me tightly and touched me carefully, and I became more and more tired.

 

All my sexual fantasies from the clinic flashed through my mind and I couldn't stop the mental movie filled with endless erotic images of the clinic.

 

I disappeared into my world and imagined the doctor's white coat unbuttoned and nothing underneath.

 

I want to put those big breasts! I wanted this boss mare to take me and use me as she wanted!

'Cleanse!' he ordered suddenly, pointing to a bench.

 

Ah, now she took me and sat on me and showed me those divine breasts that bounced up and down.

'rotation!' he said sternly.

 

I was lying on my stomach watching my dreams fly by and suddenly I felt a finger go into my stomach.

 

He moved it in a circle and it was nice and warm.

 

I clung to the patient's bed, confident that he would come at any moment, and he removed his fingers from me again.

 

I was out of breath.

 

I didn't have a chance to get up.

 

I needed some hot clinical sex now! Then he slapped my bottom hard, but it felt like sex and I screamed.

"Come down! I want to see more of your workouts!”

Their military training required full concentration as they had to do push-ups, squats, treadmill running, sit-ups and thousands of other exercises.

 

I always had her big breasts in front of me, her legs or her hot ass.

 

A clinically erotic scene came to mind and I tried harder.

 

As I continued to sweat and do military training, the best part was getting into my pants, and my sexual excitement gradually faded.

 

I focused more and put more effort into my training than during my weekly gym sessions.

 

I had to sit across from him and his desk was between us.

 

The prescient doctor forced me to take an IQ test and told me that I could only see breasts and sexual positions in photos of my rash, but I could recognize butterflies and flowers.

 

When it comes to word associations, I only thought of clinical sex games.

 

Because white reminded me of white erotica, hot breasts and water from all kinds of piss play.

 

But I:

\"White\" \"Pure\" \"Round\" \"Circle\"

\"drinking water.\"

I looked curiously at the syringe in his hand as he drew blood to complete the examination.

 

Medical devices, even syringes, excite me.

 

Although I had some medical equipment at home, it was much better to experience these great tools in action when used by such a rigorous doctor.

 

The arrogant doctor wrinkled his nose again and said this while handing me the medical certificate.

"So far so good.

 

By the way," he adjusted his glasses.

 

"I feel like I have a really strong erection." Have lots of sex while you still have the chance.

 

"There are very few opportunities like this in the department."

I was completely shocked, I wanted to take her to the hospital bed and hear her moan and sigh until we met in the office until we were both completely exhausted and I wanted to scream that I would do anything for her.

 

Here.

 

But the doctor's assistant came and told me it was over and I could get dressed again.

I vaguely remember getting home from the hospital because my doctor's appointment and tests were mixed with crazy sex dreams.

 

At home, I couldn't stop masturbating as I lay in bed and had one orgasm after another.

 

After all, it was a medical order from my doctor to better control my erections.